#i was happy for the translation

[lemongogo]

dont forget what happened to icarus

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((

[e-turn]

links to some translations under the cut

и заодно выложу пару любопытным образом перекликающихся переводов потрясающих фанфиков!

тьма нынче обретает жизнь великолепного автора @/goodlucktai

и еще одна покорившая меня зарисовка rem - а тени пусть уходят

[paintedcrows]

"Bill... Can I call you that?" / "You can call me whatever you want except 'My Love'!"

"Ha ha! That's a joke! Everybody loves me!"

Y yo a ti Ford, or whatever. @fearoftriangles pointed out that in the Spanish version of The Book of Bill: Bill says Ford can call him anything but "Mi Amor" instead of anything but "Late for Dinner" and-

...I swear, Spanish translators cannot keep getting away with this

[maxedes]

face of a man who just said he has no doubts max will win the wdc this year (& when sky germany disagreed he offered them a bet hahaha)

[urbana-legenda]

ich bin im rewe. ich stehe in der schlange an der kasse. hinter mir ein studentischer öko, der nicht genug geld für den alnatura hat. er ist bleich, hat dreadlocks und trägt keine schuhe. vor mir zwei kinder, die sich jeweils einzeln einen snickers kaufen. nur eines der kinder trägt einen geldbeutel mit delfinmuster um den hals. die kassiererin scannt den ersten snickers. das geldbeutel-kind zieht einen zwanziger aus dem delfingeldbeutel. ich schließe kurz die augen. die kassiererin gibt dem kind das wechselgeld. das kind ringt damit, das geld zurück in den geldbeutel zu stecken. einige centstücke fallen zu boden. das kind hebt sie auf. dann endlich scannt die kassiererin den zweiten snickers. ich sehe keinen geldbeutel. das zweite kind kramt in seiner hosentasche. der snickers kostet 99ct. “jonas, hast du nen euro? ich hab nur 40ct dabei.”, sagt das zweite kind. jonas zieht einen zehner aus seinem geldbeutel. ich werde gläubig. das zweite kind zahlt mit jonas’ zehner. erneut hat jonas probleme damit, das wechselgeld unterzubringen. die kinder verlassen den laden. nun bin ich an der reihe. die kassiererin scannt meinen snickers und ich halte einen fuffi bereits in meiner hand.

[remxedmoon]

boo! old woman jumpscare

greyscale vers below!

[lesbianslugreaction]

I want to express my thanks to Victor Hugo and linguistic drift for these diversity wins

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[andromeda-vita]

drops this runs away

ohhhh and im not as proud of this one but it's there <3

[fmayyy]

Some more human Al’s

Not a deer yet but definitely a party animal 🤙

[ghostorbz]

rawr x3 and stuff happy 2014 or something

+ original quality

AUGZHAHXH I'm probably gonna make one of those uh art progress thingies I keep seeing they look fun :3

[illym]

This one is just great. The implication that the bed has an actual mattress and not, like, a brick just to make the instant kill suck even more. And of course, it's extremely cute.

ID in alt.

Cleaned & untranslated comics under the cut.

Had some fun (tm) with the stamp tool. I'm almost glad that the words in the second panel didn't translate, because redrawing that would have been terrifying... Fun too, though.

Nothing interesting to say translation wise. The characters next to Testament's friend [ 寝技 ] translated as [ sleeping pills ] or [ pinning technique, lie down (through skill) ]. I went with the pinning technique since that's easier to make into something funny in English.

[discardedtower]

''The world is cold and lonely...'' Part 4/4 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Follow-up bonus

[royalarchivist]

Bagi: Everyone can sleep in their own bed. Did you stop to think that Pac went to bed, but he went to sleep... where? In what bed? The same bed as everyone else?

Bagi: [Reading chat] "In Fit's bed" Good answer.

Bagi: Fit will wake up to a better base, there will be plenty of beds and stuff. Dude, I'm going to set up Pac and Fit's room. Here, surrounded by flowers. The beds– my god, they're not exactly the same color, but I won't break any of the others because I think they're Bad's. Next to the flowers... Pac and Fit's beds.

Bagi: Guys, I know a lot. I know everything.

Bagi sets up a little "surprise" for Fit and Pac when the log back onto Realm! 🤫🌹

[beepboopappreciation]

I always see people talk about how cool becoming a cyborg would be, replacing parts of our flesh with metal and pistons and cool gadgets.

Why don't we talk more about the horror that is the opposite of that?

A computer who grafts lab-grown skin in patches onto their own form to feel. To experience a gentle and cool breeze passing by, or the oppressive sweat-inducing heat that their systems produce.

A robot with an organic eye to help them see as their creators once did. Imperfect, sure. But it seems to have quite an uneasy effect on organics, and doesn't that make it more than worth it?

A machine with blood coursing through its systems, flowing through the central chambers, in and out of its beating heart. Perhaps if the heart holds up, it could add lungs to help circulation.

A being that resembles a man at a distance, but upon closer inspection it is clear that he is instead a cacophony of skin, mismatched body parts and features, with just a few robotic limbs and mechanical parts visible. It smiles at you, the wide grin revealing that none of its teeth match.

He lurches toward you, hair from at least three different scalps falling carefree in front of its shoulders. You take a step back.

Where is the line drawn between cyborg and robot with human parts? Do you know? Does it know? Does anyone know?

It gets closer. You continue to retreat. Your back brushes against a wall.

You don't know where that line is, you've decided, but you're positive this individual has crossed it.

Having cornered you, it reaches its mechanical hand out, fingernails grafted on the metal tips. You blink, locked completely still from fear for just a few moments. It angles his hand in invitation. He wants you to take it. You hesitantly accept.

Under the metal you can feel . . . something, flowing, pulsing just beneath the surface wanting to escape. It's warm.

"Wh.. what do you want?" You manage to sputter out.

The being shakes your hand, his smile returning. "A friend," it replies.