#it's hard to translate slang lol

[solarbunzzz]

jijijaja elles <3

[ashinaisshin]

A more direct EN translation of some of Alhaitham’s voice lines in CN

(Note that in order to show the meaning in CN more clearly, some translations might not sound as smooth as the official EN text to stay closer to the CN.)

tl;dr: dude is in general more of a piece of shit in CN (no) LOL

i love he

About the Vision

To be honest, a Dendro Vision isn’t of much help to my research. But I do hit people harder now that I have elemental powers, so it's still useful enough.

[Personal opinion: I really wish the translators had kept his cruder/rougher wording in CN here, instead of making him sound kinda formal with the “settling a physical dispute” “proves useful at times” and all. (There are other lines, including some during the archon quest, where I’ve noticed that the EN translators made him sound more “formal” like this.) Despite the strong “rational/logical” image that he has, in CN Alhaitham rarely uses the kind of “academic” or “smart”-sounding language that one might think he does unless the occasion calls for it, and I find that aspect of his character really charming. Like Alhaitham says himself, “Rather than lacing my words with rhetoric, I prefer speaking factually” – I love hearing his lines because this guy is so good at making sharp, concise comments using his iconic crude and down-to-earth language. The writers really did a fantastic job portraying this smart and badass and hilarious character while intentionally (imo) breaking the stereotype in the use of an “academic” tone.]

About Us: Helping Each Other

You are very capable of taking care of yourself, so much so that you can even look after the companions around you. I don’t have any advice for you, and you most likely don’t need my help.

[Unlike in EN, it’s not very obvious that he is specifically referring to Paimon there in CN. It’s also a general trend that he is more curt/direct in CN, not hedging his statements as much with words like “seem” “frankly” “tend to” etc..]

About Kaveh: Compassion

He shows too much compassion towards everyone and everything. Probably because he is too fragile, he’s always making a fuss over nothing.

[The word choice in CN is more positive. At least “关怀” is a positive word – more along the lines of “compassion/care” – while “sensitive” is a neutral word that could be understood in either way, and probably negative in the context of “overly sensitive”. While Alhaitham is arguably also using some sarcasm in CN, I still think “sensitive” is neither an intuitive nor a fitting translation for 关怀.]

Birthday

Happy birthday. I’ve always thought that people invest an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm into celebrating the day they were born; it’d be more practical to channel that energy into getting more joy out of each day of their lives. You’re doing an alright job with this. I don’t know what kind of gift to get, so I’ll just reserve one pass for you through a special application channel.

[Funnily enough, he is less nice to you on your birthday in CN lol… I appreciate the sheer objectivity in “alright job”, bro Especially the “gift” he prepared for you, in my understanding, the special channel is only effective for once in CN and not permanent as the EN version seems to suggest, LMAO. Alhaitham, you just really don’t want to put extra effort into this huh Idk, maybe the EN translators just wanted to make him sound nicer to the players 😆 I can appreciate it either way though.]

Opening Treasure Chest: I

Hold on to them yourself.

[Aka: I don’t need this stuff. How nice of him.]

Opening Treasure Chest: II

Hurry, it’ll be hard to pick them up once they roll away.

[But he’s also genuinely being such a good (and fourth-wall-breaking-ly helpful) teammate kekw]

Joining Party: II

Let’s do business the business way. / Let’s keep things straight business.

[OK, if all the other discrepancies in translation are mostly just me being nitpicky, this one, I would argue, is a significant mistranslation that almost gets the opposite meaning across. “Let’s get down to business,” in my opinion, makes it sound like Alhaitham feels the need and is potentially quite willing to join the party, while in CN, “公事公办” is an idiom that clearly conveys the meaning that Alhaitham is Not joining you because he wants to/thinks he needs to but rather he’s treating it as Business, as a Job. In JP this line is straight up translated it as “公務に私情は挟まない” – “no personal feelings involved in official business.” In fact, linguistic elegance/cultural factors aside, I feel like for Alhaitham’s voice lines at least, the JP translation in general stays much closer to the CN text compared to EN. Like I mentioned in my last CN/EN comparison post, some EN translations make Alhaitham sound like a leader, while a big part of this dude’s life is just rejecting any and all leadership responsibilities thrown his way.]

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Some additional translations FYI

More About Alhaitham: IV

Once order is disrupted, the consequences will spread rapidly. I don’t like this; it will get in the way of the life I have right now.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion

Can’t let those slackers from the Akademiya know that I’m making progress yet again, otherwise they’ll do everything in their ability to push trouble my way. Of course I won’t accept any of it, but the back-and-forth in communication is always going to waste some (of my) time.

Low HP: III

This will take up more (of my) time.

[asaichiban]

Futsu: I really don't know what's so great about Asa-idiot.

Kayoi: There's no accounting for taste…

(source)

[yoohyeon]

My mom got some « violent » text from an unknown number and they kept calling her she was panicking and my dad wanted to take the phone and scream at them but that’s a bad idea so I put my anxiety aside and text them ‘’you have the wrong number’’ back 😭

[jennifer-jeong]

Fluff + Crack | L&DS x Reader Rizzing Them Up With Slang

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

Are you guys rockin with my photo editing skills or what LMAOOOO I laughed very hard while making this

CONTENT Fluff, crack, flirting with love and deepspace men by calling them handsome, implied feminine reader in Rafayel’s because he calls you pretty lady, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTE HELLO so I tend to play games like Genshin, Tears of Themis, and L&DS in mandarin because it’s the games native language and I speak mandarin so it makes me happy and comfy hehe. So basically I was thinking that if the characters call you things like “xiao jie” (english = “little lady” or “darling”), you could call them something like “shuai gei” (english = “handsome guy” or “lady-killer/papi”) LOL

You see him reading on the couch in your shared apartment as you’re preparing for a date. He’s waiting for you and looks amazing so you say:

“帅哥~, 准备好了吗?” Pinyin: “shuài gē~, zhǔnbèi hǎole ma?” English (direct translation): “handsome guy~, are you ready?” English: “hey papi~, are you ready to go?”

Xavier/Shen Xinghui

He looks at you blank faced and then starts to sound out the word, trying to understand what it even means. He raises an eyebrow and says he understands that you’re saying he’s handsome but…??? So you end up explaining it to him anyways (he’s such a boomer but it’s cute because he’s YOUR boomer <3). You tell him that he indeed looks handsome and you just wanted to let him know in a funny way. He nods, smiles, and then thanks you. He puts his hand over yours and reaches the other hand to cup your cheek, making sure that you know he thinks you’re so pretty. As you giggle in response you can both feel your hearts fluttering as you press your lips together.

Zayne/Li Shen

He looks at you deadpan, almost mildly offended (teasing rizz), before going back to his book. On the inside he’s trying not to laugh because he always loves your antics and will only play dumb to tease you (he’s secretly a just a silly lil guy). You try to keep using the slang but he just continues to say “I don’t know what that means, say it properly.” You refuse because you’re pretty sure he knows this slang. After a few more tries you let out a huff and mutter something about just wanting to compliment him for being handsome or whatever while pouting. He finally breaks and chuckles, saying he loves your expressions while snaking his hands around your waist. You start to argue back but he cuts you off with kisses on your forehead, hands, and finally, lips.

Rafayel/Qi Yu

Raises an eyebrow, slightly shocked, but then makes a proud face and pretends to hair flip (zesty). He smirks because he knows what you’re getting at and he wants to make you say it again. He cups a hand to his ear facing you and flutters his eyelashes at you and says “sorry, I didn’t catch that.” You laugh at his silliness before a lightbulb appears above your head. You walk closer to him and lean down to his ear and say it again, slowly and seductively. His eyes blow wide open and he blushes hard, his face and ears turning red. He stutters and then coughs into his hand. He reaches out to grab your hand and leans his other arm on the back of the couch (nervous rizz) and says:

“对, 准备好了, 我的美女~” Pinyin: “duì, zhǔnbèi hǎole, wǒ de měinǚ~” English (direct): “yes, I’m ready, my pretty lady~” English: “yes, I’m ready to go, mamacita~”

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || This was really fun to make LOL thank you for reading! ||

[tokischaaaaa]

“ascensor roto ;  broken elevator”

WARNING!! Contains smut, all that nasty stuff, freaky deaky shi

!hamzah x latina!reader

summary: a sudden storm traps two neighbors in one elevator, and their previously unspoken attraction rapidly escalates into a night of passion as they find comfort and excitement in each other's arms.

muy important!! : this is my first imagine or oneshot for hamzah, so take time with me pls lol. also there are some words in spanish/slang so here are the translations for yall <3,

toto → vagina, punani, clit, pum pum, etc

coño → dammit/shit 

casi algo → “maybe something”,  refers to a person you are having a situationship/unlabeled relationship with, “es mi casi algo”

fantastica → “fantastic”

sucia → “dirty”

   

fue mejor - kali uchis ft. sza

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** im too tired to proof read mb gang

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It's been a few weeks since your boyfriend broke up with you. Just yesterday your friends stopped by to try to help you get back on your feet. It was somewhat successful because today you went out to get some groceries.

As you are getting out of your car to enter your apartment you see a familiar face entering the apartment building, it's a guy you've seen here and there, he's wearing a gray shirt and some black sweats. As you stop staring at him you look for your key card, which allows the elevator to lead you to your floor, you're stumped, you forgot your key.

"Shit," you mumble to yourself, you start walking faster towards him so maybe you can use his key as a way to get to your floor. As you start walking faster toward the door of your apartment building but you hear thunder and water starts pouring very hard on you. "So much for trying to fix my hair today," you sigh. You start running towards the door and to the elevator.

Thankfully he's still there, as the elevator is about to shut he puts his hand out to keep it open. You run towards the elevator and breathe out, "Thanks a lot!" you're out of breath from the little side quest you just completed. 

He looks back at you, you feel your heart stop as he looks at you to respond. "No problem, ma." He says with a deep tone. You can't help but blush and chuckle at his response. As you get situated he slowly puts his card to the elevator, the light turns green. 

Next thing you know there's a big shove all around you and everything goes black. "Shit!" You cuss, you grab your phone and turn on the flash, you see your groceries everywhere, and the kind stranger on the floor. you extend a hand to him, he takes it. "That wasn't very hot of me," He says in a horrible rendition of Paris Hilton voice.

"Yeah, but now what? Do we call the police?" You ask, "Well, I could press the red button that calls the cops and lets them know," The stranger says before he's interrupted by a speaker supposedly in the elevator. "Residents of this apartment building, stay calm, there has been a power outage due to the storm. The power will be restored in approximately 1 hour."

"Damn, bro I just got new groceries they're gonna be fucked now." You say rubbing your fingers towards your temple. "Damn, you're loss, should've gone earlier." The stranger snarks. "Bruh, where are you even coming from, especially at like 10 in the night? You ask raising your eyebrows at the snarky stranger.

"None of your business, that's where." He says now facing you. The flash on your phone is now pointed towards his chest, he slowly gets closer to you. A familiar feeling is in your stomach and toto. "Mhm sure buddy." You say eyeing him down.

He huffs, then pushes you towards the elevator wall. your phone is now on the floor, there's no more flash, everything is based on your sense of taste and touch. 

He crashes his lips onto yours, one of his hands wraps around your waist, "take this off." he says pulling on your shirt. you quickly rip your shirt off and motion for him to do the same, he follows. You both continue to get closer, you begin to grind against his c0ck, you start to go faster and faster, getting off on his grip on your waist and the wrestle going on in your mouth with his tongue and yours. 

As the grinding gets progressively faster and faster, he stops you, you can only assume he's taking off his sweats, before you can ask why he stopped, you're turned around, now holding onto the railing of the elevator wall. He spreads your legs and slaps your ass. A loud moan escapes your mouth, and as a result, he shoves his c0ck into your toto. "How's that princessa? " he asks , leaning into your ear.

"Fantastica," you gasp, adjusting to his size. He lowers his head and starts kissing the back of your neck, his kisses getting deeper as his lips touch your skin. Before you can groan at him to start again, he slaps your ass once again and harder than before. He continues thrusting into you, every few thrusts he continues to give you back kisses. His pace begins to slow down, as he's about to pull out to cum, you grab his hand and thrust it back into you.

"Into me papi." You groan taking in all of this stranger, who knows if y'all will be casi algos or even talk again but you don't care. He's matched your freak, and you've matched his, so why not fulfill the feeling for both? 

As he finishes inside of you, you pant in exhaustion, he pulls out and gently faces you towards him. You hear him bending down and grabbing something, he places your phone and clothes in your arms gently. All that flows through your mind is, wow. You quickly put on your clothes, you can only assume he is doing the same. Before you take your phone to face the phone towards the floor to pick up the groceries all across the floor due to your sucia behavior, you feel deep kisses on your neck.

You cave in and kiss his neck too, before you step back. "What happened ma?" He asks, "What's your name bebé?" you ask him, "Oh, Hamzah. And yours?", You tell him your name, he stays silent for a few more seconds before he continues to kiss all over you. He stops once again and takes his hands into yours and positions the both of you to be sitting down, "Hamzah, you gonna tell me what you were doing out at 10 now?" You smirk holding his hand. "Nah, but if you come back to my apartment with me then maybe I'll tell you." 

Just as he said that the energy had been restored in the building. You squint your eyes getting used to the lights. As you looked down you saw your groceries everywhere, you tried to pick them up once again before Hamzah started to help you pick up the groceries scattered throughout the elevator. He placed the items in your bags, he began to hold them, "Hamzah, give them to me I can carry them." You groan, "Naaah." He smirks. Soon the elevator doors open, and Hamzah sprints towards his apartment. You have no choice but to chase him into his apartment to obtain your groceries and maybe something else...

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tokischaaa hablas!

so that was something, anyway umm lmk whta to do now. umm yeah. also to all my latina readers I LOVE YALL <3, love all yall tho too <333

also, listen to my playlist (i used it while making dis 😈)

[papay0]

List of songs that make me think about labru (in different universes and scenarios)

Super psycho love (Simon Curtis) ,these lines specifically

“Something lately drives me crazy

Has to do with how you make me

Struggle to get your attention”

“I love you and despise you” that’s pretty much their whole dynamic, at least from kabru’s side

“Please say you want me too

Because you're going to

Say that you want me every day

That you want me every way

That you need me”.

this part is more from a fanfic I read than anything lol (I don’t mind I feel kind from highlonesome)

Si po’ (Diego Lorenzini) this one is in Spanish but pretty much the song is about two very busy people who were finally able to clear their calendars for one night so they’ll spend it in each other arms and they couldn’t be more happy about it.

Roughly translated it goes something like this (it’s so hard to translate Chilean slang TT)

“the stars aligned

you wont guess what happened

remember that thing (??)

that had been set for today

yeah i was able to move it

i have all the time in the world for you

yeah and now you’re also free

so we will have all the time in the world to do mmm”

Post canon/ established relationship, with laios being king and kabru his royal advisor one can safely assume that they have lots of work and little free time

Despair (Leo) from kabru’s perspective I think coming to the realization he had feelings for laios was not something he was happy about XD so

“I've lost my cool

I'm not sure how to act

Not even sure how I can keep my pride intact”

“Cause it's not romantic, I swear

I'm not gasping for air

I want you to be here

But please don't come near

'Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand-holding

It's not love, I swear

It might be closer to despair”

Using you (Mars Argo) this one’s here mostly because I’ve seen a few edits that used it but yeah it makes sense to me

“I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind

And you tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine

We're such a mess together, you make me lose my temper”

[villainessprefect]

title: Got me feeling like it's all too much

summary: All he wants to do is give you a gift, as thanks. But old habits die hard and he's never done this before. (teacher!AU)

ship: Idia x gn!reader

word count: 1,651

note: something I wrote while I was at con 2 weeks ago lol I just got hit with some teacher au & made this woo

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Idia takes in a shaky breath. Fingers play with the plush in his hands. It's a small blue and black cat that's soft to the touch. It was meant to be based on the cat that stays by your side but with a touch of his dorm. He had second thoughts about basing it off of him. The last thing he wanted was for that cute little kitty to get jealous of his creation. Although, it might be worth seeing.

Lanky fingers press down on the plush's stomach. He knows not to squeeze too hard and avoid meeting the mechanics inside. Idia hopes you won't squeeze the poor thing and harm yourself, but he's made sure that the technology inside of it is small and harmless. You'd only hurt yourself if you ripped it open.

The man gulps and hesitates at the mirror leading to campus. School may be out for the day, but that doesn't mean the students have all gone back to their dorms. And he knows that his appearance, whether before or after class, always causes a scene. Spotting the elusive Mr. Shroud in person was never good. It either meant there was an exam or he was on his way to scold a student about their poor skills in his class. The latter rarely happened and was usually left to Ortho though, but when he notices how poorly a student is doing (like snooping around servers they shouldn't be) then he steps in.

Despite his anxieties, that's not what really gets him to linger in the mirror. Sure, he hates the attention. He'd rather just send his tablet or test out his latest hologram work that was actually tangible than actually step inside a classroom.

But it's you that makes him waver. The simple thought of you makes his heart flutter and his hair flare into a completely different color. His cheeks warm and his hands begin to feel sweaty. It makes him feel like he's some high school girl crushing on the hottest person in school even though he isn't one and he graduated years ago.

You weren't supposed to be special to him. You were supposed to be some accident, a magicless human forced into labor thanks to the headmage. You were stuck in a school, a world where even the weakest of students here could easily beat you in a fight. Most students didn't bother listening to you after learning how powerless you were compared to them. It didn't help that you were treated more like a janitor, as you cleaned up the messes of students and teachers alike, rather than a teacher's aide.

Despite your situation, you were unbelievably kind. Maybe too kind. He remembers how it started with you picking up his ID card. He had given you a quiet thanks before quickly scurrying off. It should have ended there, but then you had assisted Ortho when a spell had gone wrong and he needed help with some repairs. Your technomagic skills were lower than zero, but it's the fact you stood beside him until he could get to Idia that got him.

You also helped him outside of your scheduled hours. When you were his aide, you remained after class to grade papers even though Idia could have a program do it within seconds. Except that piece of technology had broken down thanks to a student, so you were the next best thing. You also simplified his words for students too, like you were his personal translator. Not that he needed it, but these kids really didn't know his older internet slang. Like seriously, did these kids not know what PWNED or TMOT meant?

It didn't help that you treated him like everyone else. He was a Shroud. Most people had some idea of what that meant. But you had no knowledge of his past nor his curse. And even after you learned, your attitude towards him never changed. Idia imagines this is what being normal might feel like. It makes him wish he had met you when he was in high school.

The man sighs as he realizes that he's been standing in front of the mirror for...how long now? Golden eyes dart to the side and find no other soul lingering about. He's grateful that Ignihyde never changed. The students here were just like him, kept to themselves, and remained hidden behind closed doors. Only coming out when necessary as they remained preoccupied with their computers.

"Man, this is so lame," he breathes out. "I haven't changed at all..."

Idia looks to the mirror as his heart begins to fall. The courage that led him here was withering away. While he knows his creation is perfect, he doesn't believe that you would ever want it.

As he's about to turn away, the mirror begins to swirl, signaling a person coming through. Panic runs through his veins as he takes a step back. His fingers tremble and he nearly drops the plush. Rather than running as he should or calling upon his brother, he remains frozen in place.

His blood runs cold when it's you that pops through the mirror.

Idia watches as your eyes widen from nearly colliding with him. Thankfully, you're the quicker out of the two and stop yourself from running into him. Still, you're a bit too close for comfort. As you save both of you from an unnecessary cliche trope, Idia is quick to put his hands behind his back.

"Idia- Mr. Shroud," you correct yourself.

"I-Idia is fine..." He mumbles. His heart begins to race and he can't meet your gaze. The only thing he can do is manage a step back without tripping over his own hair. "What are you doing here?"

"Ortho said that you wanted me to bring your students' assignments to you," you answer. He finally notices the folder brimming with papers that are held against your chest. "I wanted to get a head start on them before I did, but I'm not as proficient as you in technomagic. I have them on a USB, but I thought having them physically might help."

"You don't need to waste paper like that." His voice is still low but now his mind is on his brother. You weren't supposed to come here- had he planned this? The younger Shroud had seen him fretting over how to give you a gift the other day. Maybe he figured that his big brother needed a little push. Except this push felt more like a shove.

"Should I come back another time?" You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"N-No! I just..." Idia falters and squeezes the plush behind him. He wiggles uncomfortably in front of you before taking in a breath and holding it out toward you. "This is for you!" He shouts and regrets how high-pitched his voice sounds.

You stare at the cat plush in his hands. With one hand, you reach out to carefully hold it, inspecting the little creature.

"It's nothing much," Idia is quick to add. "You help out a lot. So, uh, I wanted to repay you even if it is technically your job. I guess. Anyway, it's not just a cute plush, it also works as an alarm. If you're in an emergency and you squeeze it three times in rapid succession it will also call Ortho to help you. There are a few more things too..." He rambles about a few more perks that this plush has. You would never guess this little thing had so many functions.

"You didn't have to make this for me," you say with a sweet smile. If you weren't holding onto the folder, you would have held the plush close to your chest. But the way you fondly look at it makes him weak in the knees. Your gentle and loving gaze is a critical hit to his health. If he were younger, he would have fainted. But he's definitely leveled up in his years! Not by much, but at least he can stay standing against your indirect attacks!

"I wanted to." He clears his throat. "Plus it's weird when you help out and don't have some technomagic on you." He cringes inwardly for saying that. Honestly, he doesn't even know why he did. Ugh. Couldn't he just say he was glad you liked it and move on with his life? Apparently not. "GG, enjoy it. TTYL."

Idia turns on his feet and is ready to head back to his room. Your reason for appearing here is already forgotten. It only clicks back when he notices the sound of footsteps trailing behind him.

"Mr- Idia! What about the assignments?" You call out as you quickly catch up to his side.

"That can wait. It's not like they need their grades now. I can get Ortho to look them over."

"But I want to learn from you too." Your words make him halt. When he turns he sees you with a determined glint in your eyes. "If I'm going to help you, I want to be able to know enough about technomagic. Then..." You bite your lower lip, hesitant to speak. When you do, your voice is quiet. "Then you can rely on me a little more."

Did he make you think you weren't reliable? Was it his suggestions about using technology over you? He only did that because it was easier. It lifted the burden off both of your shoulders. He didn't know that you actually wanted to know the material he taught.

"F-Fine. We can look over it together," he mutters, turning his head. The thought of spending time with you makes the tips of his hair flash pink. Sevens, was he about to have the teacher's version of a study date with you right now? "But I won't go easy on you just because you're an assistant."

[julianalvarez9]

support / paulo dybala

request: ig au with paulo & winning the world cup while coming off of an injury

author's note: loved doing this 🥹🥹 quite hard to translate certain slang or phrases lol but i hope it makes sense in both languages 🤍

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paulodybala ser campeón del mundo 🏆 es lo que todo niño sueña. es mejor aún con el mejor jugador de la historia al lado 🐐 (being a world champion 🏆 is what every kid dreams about. better yet with the goat by your side 🐐)

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leomessi 🏆🇦🇷

rodridepaul la joya 💎 (the jewel 💎)

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yourusername mi campeón 🏆!!! siempre supe que lo ibas a lograr. sos el mejor. te amo!!! a disfrutar 🎉🎉 (my champion 🏆!!! always knew you were going to make it. you are the best. i love you!!! enjoy 🎉🎉)

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paulodybala sos la mejor 🤍 (you're the best 🤍)

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paulodybala un posteo es lo mínimo que mereces. la lesión a unas semanas del mundial me golpeó mucho y sin vos no podría haber salido adelante. mi campeona yourusername 🤍 (a post is the minimal you deserve. the injury a few weeks before the world cup hit me hard and without you i couldn't have made it. my champ yourusername 🤍)

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yourusername el amor de mi vida (the love of my life)

paulodybala vos ❤️‍🔥 (you ❤️‍🔥)

kunaguero de la correa 😂 (you're whipped 😂)

paulodybala solo agradeciéndole a mí mujer (just thanking the missus)

[doujin-and-drop]

Gyaku Shaun Sai Hanri / Ace Arftorney ENGLISH PATCH (VER. 1.0)

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS VERSION 1.0. THE EXTRA BONUS CASE HAS NOT BEEN TRANSLATED YET. THIS POST WILL BE UPDATED WITH A VERSION 2.0 DOWNLOAD ONCE THE BONUS CASE HAS BEEN TRANSLATED.

Thank you all who have waited patiently for me to translate this game! It was a lot of fun. Please support Cheshire, who now goes by Oota Manta, for creating this game! (here is his pixiv - MAJOR R-18 WARNING)

For this game to run properly, you MUST either set your computer's locale to Japanese or use a locale emulator.

EDIT: SPRITE PAGE.

DOWNLOAD LINK (INTERNET ARCHIVE)

Below are some translation notes (spoiler warning)

This was my first ever major translation project. Since it spanned the time of almost two years, the quality of the translations may increase as you play through the game. Nonetheless I have gone back and redone a lot of the earlier dialogue with the help of a friend to make it sound more natural in English. If you find any errors or typos, you may leave an ask and I will correct it in a patch update.

In order to keep the spirit of an actual Ace Attorney game, several things were changed. Most notably, the characters names.

Names:

稲刈たんぼ (Inekari Tanbo) is Phoenix Wruff. People familiar with the Japanese Ace Attorney names may recognize that this name is nowhere near Naruhodou Ryuuichi. That's simply because this character, as with Edgewurrth, were not actually named after the main characters of the original series. I decided to change this given their clear homage. Inekari Tanbo literally means "harvesting (a) rice paddy".

条框蓮司(レンジ) (Jyoukamachi Renji) is Miles Edgewurrth. To be honest, I don't think there is a pun in his name. At the very least, I had trouble thinking of what it could be. If somebody knows, let me know. The most I can figure is the first kanji in his name can mean "streak", and according to Cheshire, Edgewurrth was supposed to get the white streak of hair, not Abe, but he didn't like how it looked on the former.

萬舞 (Man Mau) is Krystal "Kris" Balle. Her name means "10,000 dances", hence her English name.

濡沼 ウキモ (Nuranuma Ukimo) is Ashley Goodhead. Ukimo doesn't seem to have much significance as a word, although it could be related to 浮き which means to float, as in like, floating in water. I say this because the other parts of Ukimo's name, 濡(Nura)沼(Numa) refer to being wet and to swamps.

If this is true, why the name choice? Well, it's very complicated...

濡 Means a little more than just being wet. It also can mean being wet in the sexual sense. There's also the word 濡れ衣 (Nuraginu) which means to be falsely accused of a crime (literally and archaically "wet clothes"). Both these I would say fit Ukimo, not only because of her story position of being falsely accused, but also, well... just look at her design. It would be naive to claim there's nothing sexual about it.

沼 has some connotations among gaming, interestingly. It can mean being addicted to something (that something being a piece of media, typically) or being "swamped" in a game, i.e being stuck and unable to progress.

Now, this meaning of the word has only come into play somewhat recently. Like, 2015-ish. Which makes it sort of inapplicable, since Gyaku San was created around 2003.

A different slang use of 沼 that was used around this time was 池沼 which means, basically, the r slur... in a way? It's used to make fun of "weird" or "cringe" behavior, typically present in those with mental disability. It's a homophone of 知障, which does mean "mental disability​".

With all this in mind, I had a very hard time piecing together a name for Ukimo that would feel at home in Ace Attorney. Especially because I don't know the full extent of what Cheshire had in mind when naming her.

Ashley was chosen given that, to me, it is a very "popular teenage girl" name. "Ash" would also make her closely related to "Phoenix". (Get it? LOL). I almost debated on making any use of ウキモちゃん (Ukimo-chan) be "Ash", but decided it would be kind of weird...

Goodhead was chosen for several reasons. It, of course, is a clear sexual pun, but it is also a reference to James Bond, something I feel could encapsulate some of the slang meanings of 沼 (media obsession) while serving to imitate Ace Attorney's love of pop culture references. "Goodhead" could also be taken literally, as in meaning she has a good head on her shoulders, which would refer to her being innocent; the "false accusation" meaning in her name.

It was the best I could do. Orz.

阿部伊知郎 (Abe Ichirou) is Abe Founder. He kept the first part, although his last name became his first name, and his original first name means "The one wise son". However, without the kanji, "ichirou" can mean to fail your college entrance exam. Considering that he lies about going to a prestigious college when he actually went to a average one reminded me of this, so his last name was chosen to hold similar meaning. "Founder", as a noun, can mean someone who establishes something, and typically this is used with positive connotation. However, as a verb, it can mean "failure", which I think is apt and captures this stark contrast meaning.

Many things in the game were changed to better be understood by a Western audience, such as obscure Japanese pop culture references and suchlike. The backwards poster bit was the hardest, but I managed to pull it off. In short, Ashley's - or Ukimo's - poster originally was a reference to an old Japanese song (likely) that had さんさん(san san) written. When read from the back, さ looks like ち(chi). The "look dood" poster said 犬さんぽ in the original, which means "dog stroll". But when read from the back, it looks like 犬ちんぽ which means "dog penis". I did my best with this, haha.

[sweetbottletops]

I was able to read through the English vol 1. The translation was...ok? I knew it couldn't have the the same lines as what we're used to, especially when it comes to teenage slang which can likely go several ways, but I'll probably miss a few lines. Especially what Aya yells at the end.

Since I went over the Japanese volume with a microscope a while back I had time to notice a lot of the work she put into getting the self published twitter manga ready for printing.

When she started off it was more like a covid passion project and I want to say about the first 12 odd chapters had to have a lot of cleaning up, matching the detail levels of later chapters, going back and adjusting screen treatments, and a whole lot of adjusting Aya's expressions to be clearer. Her face was all over the place.

Let's dive in....

As expected she had to remove some copyrighted music art, but there was a surprising amount of references left in and the vibe remains good. Now that I'm looking at it here she also upgrade Koga's desk chair.

Both are Guns N' Roses but different cover art? It must have been for a reason. Negotiations. lol

Aya's unclear emotions are more clear here. She definitely has a bit more sadness when talking about this vs her expression before.

Sometimes she's given teeth and a clearer reaction too. Less of a fear look and more badum badum. Quick grey flashback treatment became the vertical lines she had begun to use in later chapters.

They totally punted on our fever struck Koga referencing a haiku. The people need to know!

Excuse me, it's hunk mode. And rizz. Don't dare take away her rizz.

They mistook who was saying that “sharing troubles” line. It is Koga yelling it. It’s bubble pointing to Koga because she’s saying it. It’s not Narita’s line. And Joe’s “tell Uncle about it” makes more sense to be a response to her. While it can sometimes be tricky to follow who the subject is in Japanese and you have to figure it out contextually it's not hard when there is a point on the speech bubble and a character with her mouth open.

That might be more egregious than not having a favorite line used.

Enough nitpicking from me.

I'd at least suggest looking at the first 12 or so chapters and compare the art to fully appreciate all the work she went through to get her first printed book out last year. It turned out great.

Let's check in on a day after release numbers... B&N and Amazon.

I believe for B&N its for all books within the last 3 months as far as sales cycles, but don't quote me.

[prongsfish]

FISH

COULD

YOU

TELL

ME

ABOUT

AUSTRALIAN

BARTY

PLEASE

thank you kind sir for your service 🙇‍♀️ <3

YES OF COURSE!!! I LOVE AUSTRALIAN BARTY!!!!

i can't remember if i mentioned this in my original notes dump, but he 100% went to bali for holidays like every year. if not bali, the crouch family was going to singapore. but he would have hundreds of little bali souvenirs, tons of clothes that he haggled for (his lack of moral guilt combined with his insane competitiveness would make him an AMAZING haggler, for better or for worse), have gone to all the tourist spots a hundred times over- he's given all the monkeys in the monkey forest names and he remembers ALL of them. he goes to the same few hotels every time and the staff know him by name because he's there so regularly (and also very obnoxious. he's hard to forget). he sleeps in bintang singlets all year round.

he is constantly shocked and dramatic about things that people at hogwarts (whether muggle au or not, i still imagine him in boarding school with the skittles) say despite having spent most of the year in the uk for several years. people mention having never gone to/not enjoying the beach and he FLIPS his SHIT. he is absolutely distraught at the idea. in a muggle au, he can't fathom non-compulsory voting and whenever anyone complains about politics in the uk he says that maybe it'd be better if they actually made people vote. he basically will tell anybody who makes the mistake of listening about how much better australia is to everywhere else and gets furious at even the slightest insinuation that he's from the uk.

his accent is moderate, which means that people don't always immediately pick up on him being from australia even if they can tell his accent is different. it's worst at the beginning of the school year, though, after he's gotten used to talking to other australians for two months, and nobody can understand a word he says through his accent and heavy use of slang (which he refuses to translate).

he does also complain a lot about thinks in australia he dislikes, despite how much he praises it. he complains about how much things cost, how many less stores there are, how few bands tour there, etc. but if anyone else said something negative about australia he'd punch them in the face. he hates australia about as much as he loves australia, but more than anything else it's HIS country and nobody else is allowed to say shit.

okay that's it for now, it's hard to identify specific headcanons for aus barty because i think there's a lot of things i don't realise are specific to australia because i've lived here my whole life lmao.

oohh unrelated side note but i got a haircut yesterday and it's even more of a mullet than it's ever been before, so that's fun, it definitely feels like the type of haircut barty would have lol

[siriusblack-the-third]

hellooo with your permission, i am coming back to bother you with the Indian James headcanons 🙏

assuming they're from Maharashtra and they speak Marathi (and Hindi? i'm assuming most families know more than just one language) at home, what would he call his parents? and what would they call him and each other? I've heard "jaan" a lot but I'm not sure how accurate that is and whether that works for Marathi too. are there any other endearment terms they could use? like love, sunshine, darling etc in English.

also i've been wondering if there's any exclamations/expressions etc that can be used within English speech without making it sound unnatural. like in Arabic we say "basmala/mashallah" for good luck or "inshallah" when we hope that something happens etc and it's integrated in English speech very naturally. wondering if there's anything of that sort?

Okay imma go step by step here. In India, especially where I live (Maharashtra yay hehe) it's pretty normal to know like three or more languages. I myself— plus my family— speak Marathi, Hindi, Urdu, Gujarati and Marwadi, and even though we can't speak them we understand Punjabi and Bengali. So you assume correctly that they speak more than one language at home. Especially my family, where we know a bunch of non Indian languages as well, for business purposes.

Assuming James is Maratha, he would call his mother Aai (pronounced Aa-ee) and his father Baba (Mum and Dad). I have this headcanon that when he wants to annoy them he calls them Matoshree and Pitashree lmao (formal terms for Mother and Father in Hindi/Sanskrit).

"Jaan" means "life", and it's pretty accurate even if it's Urdu tbh, a lot of parents call their kids stuff like jaan, hayat (which you already know the meaning of), laadli (darling in Hindi), maajha baal (my baby- Marathi). If you wanted nicknames in Marathi you'll be good to go with bubdi (bubba), laadkaa or laadki (darling in masc and fem), or sonpari (golden fairy, usually for girls) and Sonu (dear, used for children).

Exclamation sounds can be "arey!" (uh-ray) which is "hey!" and "aai ga!" (aa-ee guh) which is like "oh mother!". They're just one word each, but they can be used in like 50 different situations lmao. Arey can be used for calling someone's attention ("arey come here a second will you?"), to express frustration with someone ("areyyy, why are you like this?"), exasperation ("arey yaar!" yaar is slang for friend) and a bajillion other stuff. Aai ga is used as an exclamation mark for when you're surprised, or got hurt, and in place of "oh God!". We don't have specific phrases that mean good luck or inshallah, but Urdu still uses both mashallah and inshallah so you'll be okay i think. But James probably wouldn't use them bc he's not a Muslim yk, and Hindu people usually use the name of the god they're praying on on swearing on, so there's that. We say stuff like "hay bhagwan" ("oh, Vishnu". Bhagwan is one of the innumerable names of the Lord Vishnu). Or "har har Mahadev" ("glory be to Lord Shiva". Maha-dev literally translates to Great God, but it is one of the well known names of the God of Destruction). We do use "arey deva" (oh god) as well. "Jai shree Ram"(hail to the Lord Ram) or "jai shree krishna" or "jai shree ganpati" (ganpati is what most marathi people call Lord Ganesha) is used when we're beginning something and we want to make the start auspicious. The phrases are kind of used as "may this go well and end well" ykwim? This is hard to explain I hope you get what i wanna say lol.

Anyways, this is it, I hope this helps, and you can ask me anything and i will answer. Not always so quickly but I will. Have a good day!

[turtle-loving-enby]

1, 24, and 33? :DDD

First exposure to TMNT? OK this is actually highkey funny to m. To understand this, it is important to note that i barely watched any tv as a kid but I did read whatever book happened to fall into my unsuspecting hands. And through some twist of fate, I found a novelization of the 1980 TMNT movie. And since it was a german translation of the terrible attempt to make a book out of a movie with truly insane amounts of 80's and late 70's NYC slang.... It was the absolute peak of cringe even to my 12 year old brain and it did not help AT ALL that i couldn't tell the characters apart. And then like one and a half years ago I watched rise after seeing a bunch of memes about ben schwartz voicing all the blue characters and here i am lol. I do not regret anything.

24. Favourite fan comics? Omg that is so hard to answer because there are just so so many ones I find absolutely amazing. Some I especially like though are your @allyheart707 Little Subject comics, @tangledinink 's Gemini and Teenage Mutant Ninja What Now AU's and @somerandomdudelmao 's Cass Apocalyptic AU (hope you don't mind the tags, I just want to make it easier for people to find the comics)

33. Favourite thing you've made for TMNT? I haven't made that much but I did make a Genius Built Apparel Pin that I will post once I have better light (it's 9 pm where I live rn) and I once tried to make a fandub of the "Purple Satin Jackets? The shimmering sheen, the exquisite violet hue, the silkiness of the fabric [..]" scene that was a lot of fun (never posted it tho)

Tysm for the ask! This was lots of fun!

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 4]

Gif chosen for the bandages on his left shoulder just like in the fic, but he’d have to lose the top to be more fic-accurate lol

Warnings & Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint.) Star Wars and real world swearing. More lighthearted chapter than 3. Tryin' real hard to avoid certain fanon characterizations of the Batchers. This whole series is absolutely RIFE with my personal headcanons. Chapter mentions use of "bastardized-Mando'a" for the purpose of having a secret conversation, but translatable words are used. References to medical paraphernalia: stitches, bacta, etcetera. Hunter is strongly implied to be shirtless for the whole chapter. References to medical and recreational drugs. [It took me an embarrassingly long time to finally understand what "spice" was often slang for. There's so much lore to keep track of lmao.] Medic!Reader is invited to have dinner with the Batchers. Hurt and comfort in various forms take place. Brief implications of Medic!Reader having her own bad memories of war and related injuries but it's kept vague. Brief, strong implications of the brothers' having PTSD tendencies. Chapter ends on a light note, I promise.

Word-count: 6,360

Fwreep! Fwreep! Fwre-

"Hush, you." [____] scolded her equipment, mashing the button to silence the alert. She was tired, the inevitable adrenaline crash had finally taken hold and she wanted to do little else than jump into a short shower cycle and then hit the spare cot for fifteen minutes or so in the cramped back room of her clinic that served as an office, chemical lab (and a panic room in the worst cases back when she dealt with the pirates). Hunter had been saved, scanned, sent home about three and a half hours ago, and put on a strict regimen of rest and a short course of antiemetics, painkillers and sleeping aids once the transfusion was completed and he'd had half a carton of jogan juice for his blood sugar levels. 

After they had gone home so Hunter could get some rest (and told he should have some type of lean red meat or eggs if he felt he could eat something), [____] had decided she might as well open the clinic to the public for the rest of the day, even as tired as she now was.

She just had to wait another minute for the analysis to finalize for an elderly Kel Dor client, and then she could have a half-hour on that thin, stiff mattress before she'd have the energy to make it through the last two hours of business and then make her way home. She'd wash up then, she told herself. Better water pressure and the perfect temperature settings waiting for her. Yeah… that sounded nice. Maker, she was so tired, but the energy spent to save Hunter had been well worth it. The analysis looked good enough and passable for the Kel Dor's health to visit their native planet, so she made a note to send a message in the morning, mind otherwise occupied with the events aboard the Marauder; she and the second skin of bacta she slathered on the sergeant had likely found everything. Hunter would be fine. His brothers and sister were going to take good care of him. 

She'd done a good job, ignoring the rookie mistakes. He was probably, hopefully resting now. She could probably do the same and allow herself to sleep were it not for a comlink and a single three-syllable chirp shortly after she hit the cot and closed her eyes, tugging a blanket just up to her shoulder. 

Oh, stars: that was Omega's calling-quirk. 

She sat up slightly, elbow bent at a lazy angle to prop herself up just enough to keep her head off the pillow. Keep herself from falling asleep. "Omega? What's the matter?" 

"Hunter recently woke up from his nap and won't take the medicine." 

Perhaps selfishly, [____] tried shifting the burden of help to someone else, not quite yet pulling the thin, scratchy blanket from around her body as she sat up a bit more. Maybe Omega was having a little difficulty doing this on her own and just called her on the comlink in a panic. "Can you get Tech to do it, hun?" Tech had it handled, she was sure. Maybe Omega just needed a little advice and then she could have a thirty minute snooze. No such luck.

"Tech already tried…" Omega's voice was in a high whine, unassured. "Hunter wouldn't listen to him."

The blanket was now off and she was fully upright. Would asking Crosshair and all his occasional stubbornness be worth stressing Hunter? No, not a good idea. Could Wrecker be persuaded to make a brief show of strength to encourage Hunter to take the medicine under his own power? Unlikely. Echo… well, she could hear the ARC's voice in a rumble of speech with or to Hunter, but couldn't pick out any words. He was probably trying to bargain with their leader, if [____] had to make a guess. Talk sense into him. Something. She didn't know why Hunter wasn't taking the medicine, she realized. And now it'd just be easier to go and see why for herself; her concern and curiosity and sense of duty to her profession was too high to ignore now. Maybe there was something she missed… something that was hurting Hunter that she hadn't yet treated? Some means of comfort she didn't yet provide?

"I'll be there soon." 

Memories of that night a week ago were coming back to her: Cross opened the blastdoor for her when she reached the stoop. She squeezed inside past him. He offered her a blue ration bar and glass of water (citing that Tech had taken notice of (and kindly cleaned up for her) the hastily abandoned stew, meaning she'd never finished lunch). He'd be waiting for her in the common room.

She made her way to the common room, uncertain what she would find.

Hunter was collapsed slightly spread-eagle into the furniture, half dressed, and looking clammy and miserable. The position could have been described as lordly if he didn't look so unwell. There was a faraway look in his eyes under bunched brows and the light rasp of his breath. The medicine she'd given him aboard the Marauder had likely begun to wear off (he likely metabolized it differently due to his genetic profile, something she hadn't gotten around to asking Tech about and merely theorized) and the now-late dosage of the prescribed coursework was set on the low table, waiting. He was probably beginning to feel the pain and didn't seem to realize she was there.

Omega rushed the medic in a flash from some unknown area of their housing, dashing across the room in great relief. "[____]! You're here!"

Wrapping her arms around the youngster, the urgent hug was returned with warmth and comfort. Reassurance. "Hey-hey, easy sweetie. It's okay. I'm here to help as long as Hunter needs me." 

"What about your clinic since you decided to open for a part of the day? These are still your standard hours of operation-" Tech checked his statement against information on his datapad, forgoing a greeting and expressing some of his concerns, which didn't bother the shared friend of the Batch, "- so do you have any kind of proper signage that you are not available to potential patients now that you're back on the planet?" 

"Heh… yes, Tech, I made sure to turn on my sign that I'm on a house-call. Don't worry. I didn't forget this time, so there won't be any negative reviews to scrub from the Holonet tonight." She let go of Omega, grabbing a little penlight and the medicine canisters from the table, asking for Echo to start dimming half of the overhead lights for her so Hunter would no longer have to squint.

"I-I've done no such thing, [____]," Tech offered unconvincingly, the usual crisp eloquence of his voice faltering. "That would be-"

She hardly ever interrupted Tech, but for once it couldn't be helped; her laugh was light and bubbly, catching him by surprise. "You know that I know, Tech. It's okay. Now… let's see if we can't find a way to get Hunter to take his medicine now that I'm here. Thanks for the water, Cross. Just set the ration bar in my bag for now, please. Since you guys put all his medicine on the table I just need to make sure I've picked up the right two…" she flicked the portable light source over the labels of the medicine, the painkiller and anti-emetic. "yup- perfect. Just what I need." 

"Who's tha'? ...a-ad'ika?" Hunter mumbled drowsily, wincing in the soft halo of light from the thin cylindrical device in her hand. Before setting it down, she turned off the light and began pinching open the blister-packaging to the painkiller. "Sorry; hey, it's me, big guy. A little someone tells me we're not taking our medicine. What's going on, Hunter? Pain medication wearing off? Queasy?" He was looking a little disoriented and confused, fresh out of a restless sleep typical of the medicines she'd administered. "No, jus'... not really? Oh, [____]... Wh-when did y'get here?" 

Hunter's confused and woozy smile was to be expected, the medicine cocktails tended to alter one's demeanor and awareness, but stars, if it wasn't at least a little cute seeing him perk up like this at the sight of her. He looked so deliriously delighted once he realized who it was. "Not too long ago. Came because Omega made it sound like everyone needed a little help with you and I wanted to see how I could help."

"Oh…" Hunter started, sounding surprised.

"Shh, take it easy-" She pushed back on his chest carefully, avoiding the large patch of gauze and stitching hidden underneath it, and Hunter realized he had been trying to get up; her hand burned with the coldness of her clinic against his warm, bare skin. The chill felt so welcome against the almost uncomfortable warmth he was feeling - it's why he'd peeled himself out of the top half of his blacks no matter how many times Crosshair dressed and redressed him. Was it the start of fever? Or simply just more side effects of the good doctor's medicine? His senses simply just overstimulated? Why did keeping on his top matter so much regarding ifs about popping a stitch with them uncovered or not: [____] was just a comlink away to come and take care of it. She was a good baar'ur… anyone would be lucky to have someone as sweet as her for a medic.

A sweet, lovely woman… Good and kind [____]. 

"Take it easy, Hunter… let's have one of your brothers help you if you want to sit up before you take your medicine. You're pretty out of it, still, have to be gentle with your movement, okay?" 

Hunter obliged obediently, just looking at her and Crosshair as he stepped around one of the other brothers to come closer. Mostly [____]. "Are you saying Hunter's stoned?" Crosshair mused lazily, a smile dragging in those words over the doctor's shoulder before he lifted the upper half of Hunter's body from the backrest of the furniture by his armpits. Cross was kind and said nothing about the bit of sweat that his hands came away with once Hunter was sitting up. (He'd tease his brother for looking so gross when they had company over when he was feeling better another time, perhaps.) 

"Sedated would be more accurate, medically speaking… but yeah, I guess it does rather look a lot like being stoned. Doesn't look like we're getting much free entertainment like some Weequay pilots who told me they used a little too much spices in their cooking about fifteen rotations ago, though." There were some stifled chuckles from Tech, Echo and Cross around her, and Wrecker boomed with unabashed laughter, to her great confusion. She didn't think her light teasing of the semi-stoic sergeant was that funny. "W-what's so funny, boys?"

Crosshair burst the bubble for their friend, careful not to roll his eyes in a way that made it appear like annoyance of her naïvety. "Those pilots weren't talking about culinary spices, doll. Spice pirates deal in drugs. They probably pulled one of the oldest tricks in the book: lying to the medic about what kind of spices they put in the spice-cookie. It's slang."

[____] just blinked stupidly up at the stoic marksman. "R-really?" Was he messing with her? He didn't look like he was messing with her. (Was he messing with her and just had the galaxy's best poker face?) "You're… b-being serious with me, right?" Crosshair nodded plainly.

"Did you really not know?" Tech asked incredulously. 

"N-no! I thought it was exotic or illegal ingredients this whole kriffing time…" she admitted, feeling so foolish. This whole time she thought spice smugglers dealt in illegal and rare or unusual culinary ingredients. Stars, how embarrassing! 

"Well… if it makes you feel any better, maybe there are pirates out there who are carrying food spices across the galaxy. Yuh never know." Wrecker offered, giving Tech a pointed look when he had put up a finger to say something on that in that clipped voice of his. "Maybe, uh… m-maybe they're like supply runners! Getting spices from someone's homeworld tha' they can't find anywhere else when they feel homesick. A taste of home does someone some good." The idea of it sounded kinda sweet when Wrecker put it like that, something he was good at. He was always so good at trying to find ways to cheer up one of his brothers before they took Omega in as one of their own, and since she'd joined their fold, he'd gotten better at it, according to Crosshair's admittance in-confidence some time ago. (But if the medic told anyone he said that, Cross warned her he would likely deny it if only to spur on his bigger brother to try to refine the quality even further.)

Finally turning her attention back to Hunter, who had been sitting up with just a slight wobble in the last few minutes, [____] emptied the packet into the palm of her hand, producing two pearlescent blue pills that would keep the pain's edge dull and nipping at his heels with puppy teeth instead of fangs. "Here, let's start with the painkillers first. Unless you want to take the anti-emetic so you don't risk feeling like you're about to waste the oral painkillers."

Hunter looked mildly panicked about that possibility, the richness of his warm eyes lost in a worry he hadn't considered until now. The guilt, the embarrassment, for throwing up in Cross's arms before they had made it to the clinic flared up yet again. "The e-emetic…" 

"Okay, we'll take the anti-emetic instead then. Probably should have started with it first anyways. Here… let's get this one open and ready for ya." Speaking soothingly, [____] tucked the pearlescent medicine back into its torn packaging and picked up the other, keeping her voice within that casual cadence. "Just have to let this one dissolve under your tongue; like the melt-away I gave Omega." Distrustful or disgusted looks regarding the thin off-white tablet fell away quickly, and the leader of Clone Force 99 took the prescription item from the medic and tucked it under the fleshy muscle as demonstrated. "Good, just like that. Shouldn't take long to dissolve under your tongue, then we can try these to keep that pain under control." 

"Tas'es funny…" Hunter mumbled carefully, afraid to disturb the dissolving puddle of moistened powder sitting under his tongue. She picked the datapad off her belt clip, glancing over the prescribed coursework for something. "Ah, let's see here… Not a big fan of the candy-like flavoring? I'm afraid it was the only one I had available to prescribe for the time, sorry Hunter. If you don't like it, I'll make a note to avoid it in the future." 

Hunter started to shrug, but felt the stitching on his left shoulder begin to tug unpleasantly with the motion and quickly abandoned that. "Mmp… 's  fine…" It wasn't that bad, he could tolerate it - he didn't want to trouble her over something trivial after everything else. [____] delicately pecked her fingers along the screen of her datapad for just a moment longer, and then clipped it back to her belt without a word, picking up the painkillers and gingerly planting them into his palm. He was quickly stopped by her clamping her free hand above his when he began to pull it back as she reached behind her and grabbed the glass Crosshair had gotten from the kitchen for her to take a small swig of water. "...whu's wrong?" 

"Maybe don't dry-swallow those; they're a rapid dissolve formula. Here… borrow some of my water." [____] held the cup she just drank from out to him, and both carefully ignored Crosshair's teasing quip about indirect kissing when Hunter carefully swallowed down the pair of pills with just enough water. Taking the cup back, she and Cross helped Hunter settle back against the backrest once more and made a note of the time. "Alrighty, good job big guy. I'll keep an eye on you while we wait for that to kick in, you just get comfortable. Let me know if something's still painful in about… ten minutes or so." Hunter nodded lazily, leaning his head back with a weary sigh. His nerves were still so overwhelmed- screaming, frayed and buzzing from the injuries and procedures carried out to treat them. His body ached and he sat there hoping the medicine would give him relief soon. 

"It's okay; fall asleep if you want to. If you can." [____] offered the permission softly, sounding strangely far away for being on the two-seater just a few feet away with Omega while hearing some of his brothers leave the common room. With careful effort Hunter lifted his head from the backrest and glanced over at sister and friend, seeing the former curled into the latter's side with Lula under one arm, studying the datapad with the medic. 

"What's this mean?" Omega inquired, brows pinching together in a scrutinizing expression that looked a lot like one of Echo's scowls for an amusing moment.

[____] laughed softly, a short oh! falling from her lips when she saw what his sister was pointing out. "That's just an unholy mix of a bunch of my personal jargon with the official medical jargon for the kinds of sutures I gave your brother. They're absorbable, meaning he won't have to come back to my clinic to have them removed. Now think back: do you remember what monofilament means?" 

While Omega was puzzling over the datapad for just a moment, the silence allowed the medic to tear open the wrapping to the food she'd been offered and eat it before it became forgotten and smushed among the items of her medbag. "Single strand structure. Like Tech's when you removed the shrapnel." Omega stated matter-of-factly, trying to emulate Tech's speech pattern. It made the medic chuckle before threading her fingers through the blond crop of hair under her chin with her free hand, setting down the half eaten blue travel-ration to do so. Omega adored having her hair played with by those she trusted. The intimacy and care behind such a gesture was proof to the brothers, drugged and undrugged alike in the room, that [____] was truly perfect for her profession. 

Care for one of their own, and you had the rest wrapped around your finger.

"Hey, [____]!" Wrecker called from the kitchen. "Stay for dinner with us! How do you like your meat?" 

The medic balked for a moment, looking surprised by the sudden invitation. "St-stay for dinner? Are you sure? I'd-"

"Awh, 'course! Got enough Kommerken steaks for everyone! Been dying to have these for a while now." Wrecker promised, flashing a jovial smile in the doorway. "You're probably gonna have to stay here to watch Hunter for a while after those ten minutes, right?" If he pointed this out, she'd surely agree to stay for dinner, and then some. Perhaps a game of Dejarik or a round of Sabacc if they could convince her. 

"Well, not necessarily in the way you're probably thinking…? I don't have to engage in any additional medical observation at this point. He'd be plenty fine in your capable hands between the five of you once I've headed home- and sure, I'll stay for dinner - I have faith in you guys." Sniper and ARC trooper shared a glance at Hunter, and then each other as she followed Wrecker into their kitchen. They knew they were thinking the same thing as Wrecker explained and showed the difference in the done-ness of the Kommerken steaks he could prepare for [____] with unfettered glee. They were probably going to have to tell her. 

Wrecker had told him that he let the Loth-cat out of the bag, but Echo knew that she didn't have the full picture. 

Hunter's often borderline-paranoid avoidant nature when it came to discomfort and conflict. 

The way he would run from as many problems as he faced. How he gave the clinic a wide berth unless absolutely unavoidable sometimes. How Hunter hesitated getting involved in directly confronting the Empire like Captain Rex every time it came up in conversation with Echo, and how Hunter dug in his heels on keeping the squad together when he expressed to Hunter wanting to do something to help their deserting brothers. The excessive caution that became stifling if he or Crosshair did not provide a little pushback when the time called for it. While he was often an excellent leader, he was terrible about dealing with emotional and mental discomfort since the safety net of the GAR was cut from under his feet on Kaller. 

And it was holding him back from telling [____] himself about how he really felt.

There'd be little chance she'd understand something outside of common phrases, so Echo figured perhaps some use of bastardized-Mando'a would be safe to use with the medic within earshot. "Gar ganar at rejorhaa'ir kaysh, vod." You have to tell her, brother.

A befuddled "Huh?" was all Hunter could think to say in response to the rough and mispronounced Mando'a. Tell her what? What was Echo getting at?

"Wrecker told her, aboard the Marauder," Echo whispered, squatting slightly to bring himself to Hunter's current eye level. "How you feel. A cuun burc'ya ru'kir susulur bic teh gar." But their friend should hear it from Hunter. The confession from his own lips and heart where he could finish pining over her in unspoken feelings and finally, finally, finally tell her. "Tell her, or I will. Or, I'll let Cross do it." Echo threatened in half seriousness, watching Hunter pale with realization.

"Oh goody, that would be fun, wouldn't it, Hunter?" Crosshair sneered, voice like poisoned honey in mischievous glee. For just a moment, Echo couldn't be sure if Cross was being threatening, or simply being a sibling. 

"N-no, please…" Hunter moaned, weakly pleading with his brothers with a wave of panic rising in his chest, "Don't! I just n-need a little time t-to… f-finish suhm'thin…" A letter. He had a letter he was trying to write… Crosshair would be stomping all over these carefully chosen words and thank yous and apologies to tell her how he felt if Echo was serious… "Gedet'ye, vod… Gedet'ye." Please don't do anything to blow this for him. He needed more time. 

Echo put his hand on Hunter's uninjured shoulder, leveling the end of his scomp with his brother with a pointed expression. "By the end of the week." 

"Hey Hunter! How do you want your Kommerken?!" 

Hunter blanched at the thought of food right now. While the anti-emetic was proving helpful for a turbulent stomach, he didn't think he'd take a chance on anything substantial like a slab of meat and the seasoned, fire-roasted root vegetables he could smell Tech preparing. "Tell him m'not hungry… Cross would you… grab my datapad from my beside?" Hunter should start proofreading that letter if he has two days, glancing at the wall with the calendar. Crosshair was down the hallway before he could change his mind. "Sure. I'll be right back so you can take a page out of Tech's book and study up. Tell Wreck I want mine bloody, Echo." 

"I'm not a waiter droid!" Echo called after him. Sighing, he straightened up and entered the kitchen to join Wrecker and relay the information. "Hunter's not in a state for food just yet. Crosshair wants his steak bloody. I'll take mine well-done, please." 

"Ha-hah! You got it! You want some, Omega?" 

"Ew…" Hunter heard her complain softly. The brothers were working on introducing her to more galactic cuisine they'd come across in their travels well before they met her, with mixed success. She didn't have the same adventurous stomach like Wrecker, but she would humor most of the more unusual offerings at least once when they could afford to be picky with a meal. "I don't know… I'll… try a little, I guess." 

"Atta girl. Don't worry, I'll grill up some nuna drumsticks for ya, too." Wrecker promised her before Omega said she was going to go to her room and work on something she started drawing the other night. Nuna legs were always a safe meal choice no matter where they traveled; the base flavor was almost always the same, perhaps slightly gamey depending on the planet, but otherwise it was prepared and served in a pretty universally uniform fashion. "You're not much of a fan of the Kommerken either, Tech, you want to go with some nuna tonight instead?" 

"If you don't mind." Tech murmured distractedly, turning the chunks of root vegetable individually on the other hotplate to ensure an even crisping. 

"Not at all!" Wrecker rolls his right shoulder once before he turns his attention back to the larger hotplate he's set up to make dinner for everyone. A twinge of pain in his face is not unnoticed by the woman wearing the insignia of galactic healthcare on her shoulder still. "Something happen to your shoulder, Wreck?" 

"Oh, I'm fine kid," he couldn't think up anything in particular from their mission with Captain Rex aboard the prisoner transport ship that caused the pain at the moment, so he couldn't be entirely certain it was anything from their earlier escapade, "don't worry about me… Please. We're more concerned about Hunter being taken care of right now." Wrecker's last words dropped into a low, careful rumble, so as not to be overheard by those outside of the kitchen. Tech nodded in agreement with the sentiment expressed. Ordinarily he would have scolded one of his brothers for neglecting injury or illness (not quite to the same, stern extent that Echo would), but today had nearly gone so south and sideways were it not for the woman currently shoulder-to-shoulder with Wrecker. 

If she hadn't been out there, drifting in space, aboard her medical craft and by some mercy of all holy deities in this galaxy near enough to the Havoc Marauder that they could take Hunter to her, Hunter may no longer be here. The bitter thought of one less brother almost coming to pass choked his throat unpleasantly. Their grievances could wait. Hunter would come first until everyone was satisfied he was recovered and it would be business as usual. 

[____] made a little rolling motion of her jaw in thought, and swallowed down the concerns clambering in her throat she wished to voice. "Okay," she said instead, voice almost regretful. "But I feel I should at least give you something for the pain so it's not bothering you while you're making dinner for everyone, at least." 

Before the sweet giant of a man could wave off the proposed offer, Tech waved to the thick, red-stitched patch affixed to the sleeve of the rumpled, hastily thrown-on (but importantly clean of any blood) uniform coat with a flutter that directed Wrecker's attention to the insignia to remind him she's still wearing the shattered cross so she's still on the job. "I think that would be a sufficient compromise, Wrecker." 

Wrecker just shrugs noncommittally, but nods all the same not long after with some thought. He trusts Tech's judgment of course; he trusts all of his brothers. Every. Damn. One of them. "Righ'. Compromise works… I'll take something for the pain, sure. Thanks, kid."

"I'll be right back then. I have some single doses in my bag." 

"Single doses?" The ARC trooper repeated from out in the common area. "What of? What for?" 

"Probably the big guy's shoulder." Crosshair said in a way that didn't sound like a guess, more of a statement. "Tweaked his shoulder aboard that karking transport." He didn't so much as react to the flinch and stern look from Hunter at his word choice. 

"How'd you know?" 

"Marksmen see everything…" [____] offered with a cryptic thought, rooting through the hard-frame medbag. She didn't elaborate on the less than blithe remark, just chewed on a difficult look in her eyes and the tight grind of her jaw. She'd seen her own horrors from the Clone Wars. The relentless and indiscriminate wrathful arm of brutality and violence that left so many permanently altered even if they survived those three years. Just three kriffing years that felt so much longer. "Found it. Here, got something to help with that pain, big guy."

She broke the thin barrier of foil in the single-dosage blister and took it back with her to the cramped kitchen, giving it to Wrecker who thanked her brightly, using one of her nicknames. "Awh, thanks. Appreciate it!" 

There was a shrill beep, the end of a timer from the opposite end of the kitchen that made Hunter visibly twitch out in the common room, the sound an icepick in his ear canal. 

"That was set for ten minutes," Tech answered the unasked question, calling out above the clattering of ceramic dishware as Wrecker plated the steaks that were done, "you should see if the dosage has helped Hunter. Will the dosage you gave Wrecker need more or less time?" 

The medic made a sound of deep thought at first. "Er, slightly more. Let's say fifteen. Thanks for keeping track, Tech," her thanks was met with insistence that it was nothing, he was happy to assist before she stepped back out into the common area, eyes squeezed in a look of worry when she saw Hunter. "Hunter, how you doin', hun? You okay? Think that painkiller kicked in yet?" 

Hunter rolled his good shoulder, hoping he didn't look too panicked on the outside the way he felt it internally. Great trees of Kashyyyk, that had set off his fight-flight instinct. "Uh, yeah, think it did… Timer just scared the kriff out of me. Could someone ask Tech to use a different timer tone?" It was a default sound, one a touch too close to the primed and ready chime of a detonator. Were it an octave higher, it would have been exact. 

"You hear that, nerd?" Crosshair growled darkly, voice just loud enough to be picked up by those in the kitchen. He'd noticed what Hunter had, felt that same edge in his teeth at the unpleasant alert. "Erase that karking option from the timer settings cause that's sure as banthashit not going to work out for ex-soldiers." 

"Yes, I agree; apologies, everyone..."  

A door slammed sharply down in the hall. Seemed like Omega had been ready to join the group for dinner once she could hear the gritty shuffle of plates, but suddenly changed her mind. It didn't seem like she'd meant to slam the door, either, that was very unlike her to engage in this age-appropriate behavior. "Oh dear..." [____] crooned softly, her face matching the worried expression of the brothers. She skirted around the sofa to stop Crosshair, and both she and Echo prevented Hunter from getting up by pressing down on his unhurt shoulder as he tried to find his feet under him. "No, stay there, Hunter; you're going to be too woozy to walk. Let me handle it, Crosshair," 

The sniper just regarded the thought of checking on his sister with one last look towards Omega's bedroom door, then back at the grown woman again before he relented, his jaw clenching and releasing repeatedly. "If you need help." 

"I'll let you know. I understand it's very unlike her; I'll see what's going on." [____] assured her friends, promising she'd ask one of them to come assist if she felt it was necessary. Silently approaching the barrier of privacy, the woman rapped a knuckle twice on the upper panel. 

A sniffled apology to what was likely believed to be needed for one of her brothers at the door greeted the medic's ears. "I-I'm sorry I didn't me-mean to slam the door…!" 

Oh the poor, sweet girl. Was she scared she'd gotten herself in trouble, or had the sound of the timer scared her, too? Though, perhaps it was a third, previously unconsidered option: Omega couldn't find the energy to be brave any longer. She wasn't as practiced as her war veteran brothers in masking their fear, or waiting until it was a more "appropriate" time to have those feelings. "It's me, Omega. May I come in?" There was no answer. Just a stifled sniffle before the audible swell of a new wave of tears started. "It's just me." [____] promised again.

The mechanism klic!'d as Omega hiccuped that she could come in. The desk light was the only source of illumination for the whole of the room presently turned on, so the medic left it that way. Curled in the deepest corner of her bed furthest from the door, Omega sat with her legs hiked up under her chin, the fabric of her pants tearstained at the knees. What was the best question to ask her first? Did she think she was in trouble for the door? Scared by the timer? Or scared she nearly lost her brother today? 

"Can I give you a hug, sweetheart?" was asked instead, the medic lowering herself slowly to the slightly springy mattress she remembered helping the brothers find when they furnished the house. 

Look, doc, we've… never had comfortable beds our whole lives being soldiers. Just those damn sleeping pods as cadets and then a private room with piss poor excuses for a mattress for those few nights we'd be back on Kamino. So that means we've never had to take care of a kid before either… What kind of mattress is Omega going to need? Help us… help me… figure out how to take care of that kid. Please… please!

Omega nodded with an emotional whimper, weakly climbing into the lap of the grown woman and planted her forehead between the medic's collarbones, crown of her head tucked away and under [____]'s chin. Strong arms that have cradled and carried the wounded, the dying, and the sick thread themselves around the shoulders and little waist of the sole sister to these brothers. 

"It's okay, sweetheart. I was scared too." 

It's all it takes to give Omega permission to cry again. To speak; the scared, child-like mewl of Omega's emotional voice punctuated by hiccups. "I-I thought I was going to l-lose my little brother!" She couldn't pretend anymore. She wasn't the “little sister” of the Bad Batch right now. She was the frightened, older - if not eldest - sibling of those vode out in the common room and in the kitchen who had been raised in secret labs and corners of Kamino and knew little of the galaxy compared to them. So she was being raised by men technically younger, but, by necessity, more mentally mature and experienced men. 

Fingers clawed into the doctor's coat like clingmoss, knuckles going pale with the force of the grip. The strength was mirrored with a deeper pull of her arms, and [____] brought Omega closer to her chest, combing her fingers through the girl's hair. "I-! I thought he'd-!" 

"I know, baby girl. I know. You don't have to say it and upset yourself. C'mere…" She scooped an arm under Omega's knees and repositioned her easily, cradling the child with an ease from years of practice. "... take a deep breath for me, little one. It's okay." If she could get Omega mostly settled, perhaps she could do something about the worried whispers just barely outside the mouth of the hall too. She had an idea. "Breathe in, hold, and then breathe out." She uncurled the arm under Omega's knees and dug around in an inner coat pocket, hoping the itty cylindrical object she felt in there was what she hoped it was. "Take a deep breath in," [____]'s fingers wrapped around the little item and pulled it free, a fabric marker she used to doodle on bandages and casts for pediatric patients. "and breathe out nice and slow… There you go. Just like that." 

"What's t-that?" Omega sniffled, eyes catching on the strange art supply. "I've never se-seen a marker like that before..."

"It's a fabric marker," [____] explained, taking the edge of her sleeve to dry Omega's face, using the distraction to soothe and settle, "I mostly use this to add little drawings on big casts and bandages for my pediatric patients so it makes them feel better. Maybe before I go home tonight you and I could add little doodles to Hunter's gauze; make it all pretty for him. Whaddya think?" The teasing offer and wink worked, the light in Omega's eyes sparking. The idea was silly, and there was a chance that trying to add a cute little doodle or two might be slightly more trouble than would be worth the temporary pain or Hunter would protest to the idea of being doodled on, but it was enough to cheer her spirits for the time being. "You can think about it. Hold onto it for now," 

Who knows; maybe Hunter would allow his sister to add some minuscule artworks if only to get her to smile and worry about him less, "Because I think that's the smell of your dinner ready. Hungry?"

Omega dried her eyes one last time and grinned brightly up at her friend. Her brother's savior. She still had her brother thanks to the woman who had come in and comforted her. "Yeah!" 

[____] smiled and winked at the little youngster still snuggled in her lap, the fabric marker held tight in her hands like a sword's hilt. "Good. Me too; ration bars are only so filling, aren't they?" Her heart sang with the bubbling giggle and one last embrace before both scooched off the bed, Omega calling out to any listening brother in the rest of the house that the two of them were ready to and that she called dibs! to sit between [____] and Hunter at the table this time when everyone sat down to dinner. 

There was a sharp pause before a great shuffle at the dining room table to make that arrangement possible.

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I've read latest chapter in EN server and indeed it's very rare for ML to stop MC from going down to the path of darkness. However, it raises an interesting question: What if MC, out of frustration, chooses to tread that dark path to protect Victor from those who have harmed him? How do you envision Victor's response in such a scenario? Because if it were me I'd tread that path because they deserve it for hurting our way-too-good-for-this-world Victor ୧⁠(⁠ ⁠ಠ⁠ ⁠Д⁠ ⁠ಠ⁠ ⁠)⁠୨

Thank you for answering!

HAHAHA let me start from the last, b/c while it’s the general mood for chapter updates, but for the last few, this has pretty much become the slogan of Li Zeyan wives: “[...] 狗叠!!! 老子才不去拯救世界呢，我要���了恋语，带着李泽言跑路!!” the [...] refers to some very strong slangs which actually don’t have english equivalents to convey just how strong they are LOL. 狗叠 is a play on PaperGame’s name players mostly use when they are crazy mad or being sarcastic not gonna translate that either lmao and the rest translates to “the f*ck with/ screw saving the world! I’m just gonna blow up Loveland and grab Victor and run away!!” funnily enough, even players who don’t have Victor as their main were echoing similar words, which actually shows how his writers have been massively successful with their knives lmao but— anon, don’t worry, you’re not alone, that’s pretty much the mood of all Victor stans (including myself) 😂

going back to the very first part, you echo my thoughts here as well, and i actually did a long thread on twitter (yes i still do and will call it that) on this couple of weeks back haha. now, to answer your questions, S2 CH 31 itself was actually a crystal-clear answer to all of them.

i still remember just how intense of a fourth wall breaker S2 CH 31 was for me when i read for the first time— from the heroine’s monologues to her words, everything seemed palpable tbh.

the heroine unhesitatingly sacrificing herself and her life for the men and the world is nothing new around here actually, and it definitely speaks volumes of the love she has for them. but what struck a chord with me was how she didn’t think twice to head down the dark tunnel the second Victor was about to be attacked, and the only thing what kept her at bay was the man himself, which then made her re-realize how much respect she has for his beliefs and values.

the reason it hit me so hard was you don’t usually see the heroine’s of the otomes showing ugly, pure human emotions like this. the reason MC first used the black box, despite not knowing what it could do, was to “help Victor” save everyone on the ship. and literally within 30 seconds, she did a total 180 when she saw those very people were turning against him, for saving their own lives mind you. and then alongside everything she was trying to do, we see her monologues of how she couldn’t care less for what happens to everyone else as long as it meant Victor would be safe, or if it makes her selfish or cold-blooded, the things he isn’t willing to do, she’d do them for him— and here again, we see how she reminded herself the mountainous love, respect and pride she had for him that she couldn’t do something he was fighting with his life to not let happen, the best she could do was stand by him. it’s truly not a common sight where you see a male lead working as the core voice of reason for the heroine. b/c stretch it back just a little, if Victor had not stopped MC and she had proceeded with her actions— she would be going against the very reason the story exists, which is helping those who need it and saving the world :)

so, S2 CH 31 chapter gave us the clear picture that for the MC (like you and me haha)— her man, her love comes first, and if that meant the world would have to burn in hell, she wouldn’t hesitate one bit. now as for Victor’s response in that scenario– well, again, CH 31 showed us loud and clear that he’d never, ever let you do so for his sake, that’s how much he takes pride in his values and loves you and wants to protect your values first and foremost.

which is why, we often joke about how we actually have to “grab” Victor to run away and before setting Loveland on fire— i.e., knock him unconscious or something LOL cause there’s no way in hell he’d let you do that as long as he’s conscious 😂😂

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