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[yukirayu]

Madarame's Route and the Few of Its Many Mistranslations

I haven't done this in quite some time, but I'll be giving some more TL comparisons between the original JP release and the localization, because an anon from Retrospring shared some tidbits from Madarame's route.

Because they have also explained what nuance got lost, briefly or otherwise, I won't do what I did in my previous posts (compare with MTL) just basically compile each translation discrepancy in a subsequent order, and add their notes in each one.

 Toono: "...Thought he'd never die." 「……しぶとい野郎だ」-> ["......Stubborn bastard."] NOTE: I sense someone is probably holding on to some unresolved resentment, LOL

Towa: "You were always like this. Are you satisfied now that you've ruined my life?" 「あんたは昔からそうだ。引っ掻き回して満足か？」　-> ["You have always been like this. Are you satisfied with the violent chaos you caused?"] NOTE: 引っ掻き回して appears to be an idiom meaning to "disrupt order through violence."

Madarame: "To hang out with friends." 「うろついてる連中と遊ぶんだよ」​ -> ["I'm going to play around with the people hanging around."] NOTE: Madarame has nobody he'd call a friend so the English line seems so out of place that it was easy to notice.

Madarame: "We had a lot more fights after that. Sometimes we came close to killing each other for real. But he still didn't back down." 「それからも喧嘩して、半殺しにしてやった時もあった。だが、アイツはそれでも向かってきた」 -> ["We'd fight from then on, and there was a time I beaten him half to death. However he'd still come at me."] NOTE: Well, someone was envious of Madarame's absolute power. LMAO

Madarame: "Stoop to an idiot's level and he'll beat you with experience, you know. Then after that..." 「馬鹿の相手をしても時間の無駄だからな。そうしたら……」 -> ["Because it's a waste of time to deal with idiots. Afterwards......"] NOTE: The English line is some dumb phrase I've seen on the internet. I get the feeling that the phrase was used against the person who put it there. XD

Towa: "...If I was a chick, I'd have ditched you by now." 「……俺が女なら腰が砕けてるところだ」 -> ["If I was a woman then my knees would have given way.] NOTE 1: 腰が砕けてる seems to be an idiom, it could mean like what it literally says, or to collapse/give up/lose one's nerve/to have one's knee's give way. NOTE 2: Wouldn't be surprised if the people who changed it hated Madarame (that's the impression I get), I just find that hilarious that they'd probably be seething and crying over a fictional character. Madarame ain't real, but he is already giving real people slow damage. LMAO.

I have to say though, it's rather obvious that while the one behind the localization seemed to dislike almost everyone with how their dialogues got butchered, Madarame's route really takes the cake, or whatever is the most unpleasant dish you can think of, in this case.

A JP-fluent of mine also mentioned how Madarame's route got the worst of the questionable translation choices, saying that Madarame's speech doesn't really have him cuss or talk that crassly. And it didn't surprise me that the H-scenes were done poorly, almost deliberately, even.

Now, this was what I replied to that very last statement OP had made, which I felt I should also share here... Even with a proper translation, I can easily see Madarame being divisive among fans either way.

He's meant to be something of an antagonist (not a villain) and while there's an intended goal in his route, said route still isn't exactly the easiest to swallow. Even so, a translator letting their bias affect their translation is already one giant misstep.

[caesariawritesstuff]

Be Quiet

Summary: As Jonathan Crane's therapist, you're required to have weekly sessions with him. Good thing for you that those sessions involve more than talking.

Content Warning: Therapy Sessions, P in V Sex, NSFW

Word Count: 2.2k

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You walked the halls of Arkham, a clipboard tucked tightly to your chest. Your heart hammered furiously against your ribcage, and you bit your lip. Anxiety twisted in your belly, a desperate ache pulsed in between your legs. The Arkham guard escorting you was completely clueless to the utter desire coursing through your veins. You snuck a quick glance, studying him head to toe: he was dressed in the traditional black and blue uniform of all the Arkham security staff; his expression was stoic, and one hand wrested at his side, near his taser.

You frowned; Here you were, dressed in a short skirt and blouse, a long, white doctors coat hanging down to your knees. As a therapist in Arkham, you never thought you’d be in the position you were in now: falling in love with your patient, Jonathan Crane.

God, just the thought both filled you with arousal and shame. Who did you think you were? Harley Quinn? And everyone knew what happened to her. Her fall from grace as she became the Joker’s sidekick and lover. At first, you’d judged her. Didn’t understand how she could fall for such a maniac. At least, not until you began your sessions with Jonathon almost three months ago.

And in those three months, you’d come to learn just exactly how a therapist in Arkham could fall in love with their patient. At first, your sessions with Jonathan had been less than productive. He danced around the idea of fear, spouting his theories and philosophies on the very basis that people did what they did because they were driven by fear. And you were desperate to prove him wrong. To show that he was incorrect. That people didn’t always do things out of fear, and for other reasons entirely – money, lust, power. Fear wasn’t a motivator for everyone.

And yet, he always had a counter.

“You crave money because you fear what it’d be like to live without,” he’d said. “You crave sex because you fear a life without intimacy. You want power because you fear losing control of your life and the people in it.”

Each time, his conversations had not only left you speechless, but wondering what you could do to get through to him. And slowly, over time, you began to fall in love with Jonathan Crane.

You’re not even sure how it happened, exactly. Not sure how, as he slowly opened up about more of his theories, he had come to ensnare you under his spell. But he had, and now here you were: heading into another therapy session with him, one that wouldn’t actually consist of much therapy at all. You sucked in a breath as you reached the room, where Jonathan awaited. The guard unlocked and opened the door, staring at you with stern, serious eyes.

“Thank you. You may go now,” you said. Your cue that he didn’t need to stand there and listen in. The guards knew your rule by now: their presence was unwanted and unnecessary, and only served to upset the patients. But, he nodded and waited until you were securely inside before he closed the door behind you.

It shut with a heavy bang, and you slowly turned your attention to Jonathan, sitting there at the desk. Wrapped in a straitjacket, his cold, steely eyes studying you. His mask-like face was unreadable and unrelenting. You were never sure what he was thinking. The room was cold, sending a chill across your flesh. You waited until you heard the guards’ footsteps drift down the hall and out of ear shot. When you were certain he was gone, you didn’t hesitate to walk around Jonathan and begin undoing his straight jacket. It was custom now, between the two of you. And he hated having his limbs confined and restrained. When it was off enough for him to slip his arms through, he flexed his fingers and rolled his neck.

“Better?” you asked, your heart thundering in your chest.

“Much,” he answered, his voice cold. Emotionless.

You wandered back to his front. The straitjacket hung off just enough at his waist that in case you needed to quickly secure it, you had easy access. But your hands were trembling, and you clenched your fists at your sides, trying not to show your fear. Heat crept across your cheeks, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

He noticed, his eyes dropping to your fists. “Trembling already. You’re not afraid, are you?”

“No,” you answered quickly. Perhaps too quick. Like a child pretending they were confident in their own emotions.

He studied you, his eyes examining every inch of you. Today, you’d chosen an especially short skirt and more revealing blouse that exposed even more of your cleavage. Your intentions were fully on display: what you wanted. What you wanted him to do to you. Jonathan Crane was not a stupid man, and the very subtle hint of a smirk appeared on his mask-like face. He rested one hand on your waist, and the other snaked up to grab your chin. You gasped as he pulled you on top of him so quickly that you had no choice but to straddle him. You rested both hands on his shoulders, locking eyes with him.

“I can practically smell your fear,” he whispered lowly, bringing your mouth to his. He kissed you gentle – but his lips were rough. Patchy. You didn’t care. The feel of his tongue on yours made you relax into him; you pressed your body further into his. His hand tightened on your waist and his other hand fisted at the back of your lab coat, before tangling in your hair.

You kissed him harder, fiercer. Desperate to taste him. Wetness pooled in between your legs, and you moaned into the kiss. You grinded your hips into his, feeling the erection confined in his white, prison suit. You reached up, tangling your hands into his dark hair, tugging slightly on the strands. Massaging his scalp. He groaned and pulled away, staring at you.

“On your knees,” he said. One simple command. He didn’t need to elaborate.

Your entire body was on fire as you crawled off him and lowered to your knees. Your heart beat so hard you could hear it thrumming in your ears. Slowly, you helped his cock free of its constraints. Swollen hard, precum leaking from the tip. The head bright red with blood and desire. You glanced up at him once; he still gazed at you expressionless, but his eyes were full of need and want.

You smiled and leaned forward, darting your tongue out to lick at the tip. His breath suddenly hitched, his cock twitching in your palm. You smirked, satisfied and absolutely turned on you. Slowly, you continued the slow, teasing movements of your tongue. Up and down his shaft, swirling around his cockhead. Above, his breathing grew quicker, in a way you hadn’t heard from him before. But, you leaned forward and took him fully into your mouth. He tasted of sweat and salt and skin as you leaned forward, taking him even further. A low, guttural groan escaped his throat, and he twisted his fingers into your hair. You rose up, then back down, repeating the bobbing motion with your head. You sucked harder, feeling a wetness in between your own legs. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and pumped slowly in tandem with your sucking.

“Stop,” he said, his voice curt. Quick. A command.

You immediately did as he said, pulling him from your mouth. By the tone of his voice, you had a feeling he was close. But you smirked and licked your lips. He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, his expression just as emotionless as before.

“So obedient,” he said. His fingertips lowered from your temple down to your cheek, slowly stroking your skin. “Turn around.”

You nodded and stood, doing as he said and spinning on your heels. His chair scraped backwards as he stood; carefully, he grabbed your shoulders and lowered you down onto the metal desk. You grasped it carefully, heart hammering against your ribcage. Slowly, his hands wandered downwards, until they reached your ass; he caressed your skin softly, before they wandered further downwards – further, further – until his fingers brushed against your slick, warm wetness. You whined slightly, biting your lip, anticipation building in your stomach.

Then, he pushed your panties aside and sunk two fingers into you, and you groaned as he pumped them in and out, slowly. Carefully, as if studying every reaction you gave. The soft moans that escaped your lips as his fingers filled you and pumped in and out, a vulgar wetness filling the room. You rested your head against the table and closed your eyes, drowning in the feeling.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers, and you whined at the absence – but before you could protest further, he sunk his cock into you. You gasped at the intrusion; the feel of him against you was like heaven. He filled you completely, stretching out your walls. You moaned as his hands placed themselves on your waist, nails digging into your flesh, and he began to thrust.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath. His hips slammed into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You gripped the edge of the table until your knuckles turned white. Soft mewls of pleasure escaped your lips. You gasped with each thrust, your voice growing louder, lewder.

Suddenly, his hand snapped forward. He leaned forward, his powerful body overtaking yours. His hand snaked forward, and he wrapped his fingers around your throat, forcing your face upwards.

“Be quiet,” he hissed into your ear. His rough skin was scratchy against yours. His tongue snaked out, licking at your earlobe and you gasped again, trembling against him. “Ssh…you don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

No, God, no. You were already balancing on a dangerous line. Your job was already at stake. Being caught with Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow, fucking you would absolutely destroy your career. You shook your head in answer.

“Good girl,” he whispered. But he didn’t release your throat. Instead, his lips traveled down your jaw, across your flesh, teeth nipping at your flesh. His thrusts increased harder, faster, quicker. His cockhead rammed right into your sweet spot, and you gritted your teeth, trying hard not to cry out in ecstasy.

You closed your eyes as the ultimate pleasure built in your core. In the center of your womanhood, building higher and higher until you were seeing stars. You bit your lip, and slowly reached downwards, rubbing your clit. The heightened sensation was just enough to send you over the edge and a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you came. Your climax wracked through your entire body, spasming every muscle, every part of yourself. You moaned and writhed as Jonathn snapped his hips once more and groaned, spilling himself inside of you. His cock twitched and pulsed, as you felt his seed fill your insides.

For a moment, there was nothing but your heavy breathing in the room. He released his grip on your throat and you fell onto the desk, exhausted, clit still aching with pleasure. He pulled out of you, and his cum dripped down your thighs. You swallowed, trying to gain your composure, and spun back around to see him tucking his cock back into his pants. Your own panties were soaked wet; you were glad you’d stuffed an extra pair into your purse just in case.

You ran a hand through your hair and glanced at the clock. Shit – time was almost up for your session. You had about ten minutes until it was over, and you needed to make yourself look presentable.

“That was…” you couldn’t even say the words. When was the last time you’d had sex so good?

A low chuckle rumbled from deep within his throat, but, he sat back onto his seat. You wandered behind him and began strapping him back into his straitjacket. “Sorry I have to do this,” you whispered, voice low. When he was securely fastened in, you walked back to his front.

“Jonathon—” you started to say, but stopped. How could you tell him how you were feeling?

He studied you carefully. “Speak. Whatever you fear, you can tell me.”

“It’s not what I fear,” you said. “It’s what I don’t. Because I don’t fear you. I love you, Jonathon.”

If he was surprised by your declaration, you couldn’t tell. Not with his mask-like face. But he looked you up and down and said, “My dear. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

You smiled, heart thundering in your chest. You were desperate to kiss him. Desperate to throw yourself on him, take his face in your hands—

But suddenly, footsteps echoed down the hall. You hurried back into your seat and flipped open the file in front of you, pretending you’d been taking notes. By the time you were settled, the door swung open.

“Time’s up, doctor,” the guard said.

“Very well,” you sighed. You didn’t need to feign your irritation. But, you gathered your things and tucked them under your arm. “I’ll see you next week, Jonathon.”

He nodded, and you followed the guard out into the hall, a giant smile plastered on your face.

You couldn’t wait until next week.

[hazbincalifornia]

I got a few asks about the stalker thing on retrospring, tossing them over here:

Anonymous asked: Is her stalker a goetia? Someone too into her and her “exotic” looks and parentage? Who might be harder to accuse so to society opinions

(I mentioned the idea of giving Stellaluna a stalker on tumblr) I’m still toying with the idea, but I think I like that best right now! Either way, I figure it was someone she’s brushed by in the past, either by sleeping with them or one of their friends once, and trying to just sweep what happened into the bin like with everybody else doesn’t work because once they have a taste, they want blood- and they think they’re entitled to whatever they want because of how the rest of their life has served what they want on a silver platter.

She runs through people like a knife through butter, but one of them (one that has power greater than hers and who’s more generally respected) snagging and trying to drag her back because they want to keep ‘the freak’ could be one of the ways things get Really Messy and why she ends up realizing she needs to cut shit out and stop acting the way that she does. (It especially wouldn’t help if they’re potentially several years older than her.)

xxx

Anonymous asked: Very alarming: Stella getting a stalker, also alarming but somehow horrific in how unexpected it’d be: Aster getting a stalker

Ooooo boy that would be rough. Already I was trying to think of how Stellaluna would get out of it, but Aster is in an even more losing position, especially if his stalker also happens to be another royal- even if they're below him (like a marquis) most royals don't treat him with his proper position anyway. Stellaluna's sort of used to this kind of shit, even if not to this extreme, but Aster isn't used to people caring about him in any real capacity besides his family/friends.

Actually, that might make it even worse: He thinks they genuinely respect him and his work, so he's happy to tighten the bond at first, until he realizes that they're trying to suck up all of his free time, and any attempts to untwine as he starts getting creeped out just has them trying to pass him off as 'ungrateful', even though he knows he didn't tell them about that last movie night, so how did they know?

He probably ends up going to Stellaluna if this happens after hers (and I hope it would, considering he's only 15 when she manages to break out of her reckless behavior...) and she is furious that anyone would dare try and get their claws in her baby brother.

[tryhardgwen]

retrospring archive 09/05/2023

Don´t rush your wips, take your time and never lose confidence over your abilities. You truly have a talent and skill that present themselves in the stories you write. It is always a treat to see you publish works and we, the readers, patiently await your next "projects". <3 Take care of yourself, and remember that alot of people support your work!

Fun Question: What Lana del Rey songs do you associate with T1 players?

aa thank you so much!! i try TT, it's kinda hard to be confident sometimes but it means a lot when people like you support me >.<

as for lana del rey songs OOH boy okay i adore miss lana so i will definitely tangent! imma be honest, i mostly just associate them all with faker because he is so very lana del rey coded... but ill try for the others! faker: CARMEN. (also young and beautiful, radio, cinnamon girl, love, without you, god knows i tried... i could go on) BUT CARMEN. faker is just so very miss lana coded. just.., look at the lyrics for carmen. zeus: sweet carolina (haha big inspo for a wip), nectar of the gods oner: million dollar man, blue velvet, music to watch the boys to, white mustang. (i also associate oner with mustangs in general. yes the ford car model. wip of mine will explain that, but it might be a while TT) guma: art deco, american, religion, freak (he is so collapse on the floor and cries) keria: MONEY POWER GLORY. also summertime sadness., , and kintsugi. honestly, some of the faker songs also, like radio and without you.

also i have specific ship songs uh- gumakeria: WEST COAST, video games... national anthem, as well as some of the guma songs and keria songs TT gumakeria but make it my runeterra au/don't blame me verison of them: diet mountain dew, cherry, and jealous girl (unreleased), dark paradise, off to the races bonus: peanut as blue jeans. fakenut as faker songs + and HONEYMOON HELLO???

[playingforever]

i feel evil for relating every timeloop trope in things to pmmm but like, you have to hear me out... mono is very homura tbh - retrospring ask [link]

[amused] I guess I've been dwelling on PMMM lately, as an exercise in comparing and contrasting time loop narratives. Mono and Homura's circumstances are quite different, but I like that to be able to perpetuate their circumstance, For The Sake Of One Person... they have to be kind of Crazy Passionate, you Know? Baseline. It's an interesting madness to pick apart and analyze.

Between the two I would say Homura is, farrrr more selfless and noble, as her priority is to save Madoka, even at the cost of their own intimacy and closeness with her. She'd allow herself to be othered, seen as suspicious & untrustworthy, if it meant Madoka was safe. She'd also let Madoka have other friends without her... She takes on the burden of suffering, knowing that all she does is for Madoka's sake. It's fine, even if Madoka never acknowledges this. Homura isn't asking her to.

Mono, meanwhile, errr... WELL, HE'S NOT DOIN ALL THAT... !!! He's, if anything, actively keeping Six from having other things in his life — by corrupting the world around him via the Signal Tower, it gives Six no options outside himself. This world dilapidates worse and worse actively, because of him... and he is responsible for the peril Six is put through. To me it's like, his ultimate goal is to keep them together... it's just that he also obsessively runs the gauntlet of needing to save her again and again.

It's kind of brutal... you'll have the producer state in an interview that Mono is protective, but Six doesn't need to be saved... and I'm like yeah, she, wouldn't need to be, if only Mono would stop... lolll.... Homura is worsening Madoka's 'karma' through her obsession as well, but again I just think it's, at least more 'well-intentioned'... She isn't utilizing the incubators' powers to corner Madoka into only relying on her kfkfkk... That being said, I see the most similarity between Mono and the Homura in Rebellion, because she's unknowingly within her own labyrinth... The fabricated Mitakihara City is 'off', surreal, dreamlike, reflective of Homura's feelings, and she's not aware that she is the source of it all. (Though it's still amusingly like, not turning everything into a nightmare... Perhaps the labyrinth is closer to the Signal Tower, making everyone lose themselves in a 'fantasy'? ~le escapism~...)

Alsoo I like that Homura loses her mind hunting down the witch, only to realize it is herself... tfw self-hating and your own enemy. And by the end of Rebellion, Homura is? Taking up this role of 'antagonist'... willfully. Going to ruin the integrity of the world... out of love...?

I'm curious how far she is willing to go in that role. I personally would be stimulated if Homura could be soo selfish that basically everyone but Madoka starts to be come collateral, let the whole world fall apart entirely just to sustain a game between her and Madoka... It would be interesting. :}

I don't really have a great thesis about these two. Like I said, they're in quite different circumstances, stories and whatnot... But since I relate to both it's fun to kinda whimsically discuss. The other night, me and Avvy were conferring on how Six might perhaps have a similar issue to Madoka, in that sheer blindness to her own self-importance. Girls who would never imagine someone is moving heaven and earth for them... 💔 Quite pitiable, aren't they... (′︿‵｡)

[elysiummfrp]

Document Update #1

Hello Tumblr! 

As of last night, we made a couple of changes to our documents, which I’ll highlight here. 

First off - the documents are now in “Dark mode” (like that handy button on our theme)! This way, readability is enhanced on pretty much all screens - I stared at in on quite a few. Though I miss the pastels, they can be a little bit on the side of hard to work with and make readable, so this was a necessry and simple change. 

Second - one Rule has been removed from the rules document following a Retrospring question! It’s a small, but important change intended to make membership feel more comfortable and welcome. 

Third - Rank ups have been altered! We have decided, after feedback and several points of consideration, to allow all incoming members to keep their items and abilities when they enter into the group. This will cut back on future potential confusion, the list of NPCs we have and allow for a more streamlined experience.

For our non-powered friends who might find themselves on our island (or even those with abilities) there are still chances to find new items and abilities. Inside of our Major Events as well as our Island Explorations, you may come across a few rare artifacts and trinkets which may just give you something new to use! Or, in the case of Events, something to lose...or trade. 

Please feel free to come to us with more questions, suggestions and concerns! The more feedback we get, the better we can fine-tune this experience to the best possible result for our members!