#translator batez

[wackpedion]

yeah im going to draw raincode today (blinks) what the fuck

[spiralinaa]

TRANSLATORS!!!! with a bit of my hc☆

[thegeneticopera]

Behind the scenes photos of Chantal Claret and Jimmy Urine as Translator Batez + Translator Bentz from Alleluia! The Devil's Carnival

[fatwennislicker]

Some lovely translator Batez art, there’s a lack of it for sure

[hummingbird-hunter]

Hau ez da mezu kodetua, euskaraz idatzia baizik. (Bide batez, noiz izan zen kolibria ehizatu zenuen azken aldia?)

Yeah figured ran it through gogol translate first and foremost. And well you can assume that hunter hunts hummingbirds hourly, heralding them to hummingbird hell

[circuscenobite]

Translator Batez: Could ya' just TRY ta' see things from my perspective?

Translator Bentz:

Translator Bentz: *Crouches down*

Translator Batez: lISTEN HERE—

[addicted-to-his-knife]

[dubiousnostalgia]

Tried my hand at sketching the Translators!

Please do not repost or use without permission!

[snakebitescruggs]

YA HEARD IT ? 

♥ i heard it ♥ 

( a bad caste 6 mix )

welcome to the jungle ✗ postmodern jukebox ✞ my kind of guy ✗ kaiser chiefs ✞ lump your head ✗ hollywood undead ✞ bubblegum bitch v. i write sins not tragedies ✗ marina and the diamonds & panic! at the disco ✞ lights out ✗ mindless self indulgence ✞ lie detector ✗ dead kennedys ✞ house of wolves ✗ my chemical romance ✞ psycho ✗ muse ✞ no spill blood ✗ oingo boingo ✞ kill v. maim ✗ grimes ✞ best friend ✗ toy box

listen here !

[soulnottainted]

ok so i'm rewatching alleluia the devils carnival and i'm so in love with translator batez 🥺🥺🥺🥺 she's so pretty and i'm imagining her calling me love 🥺🥺🥺

Gush to me or make me gush about f/os!

@evil-lady-kisser

Aw that’s adorable! Batez may take her job seriously, but she loves you just as much! I gotta rewatch that film again, I haven’t watched it in a long while....

Ya heard it? I heard it

[wackpedion]

I WATCHED ALLELUIA! THE DEVILS CARNIVAL THE OTHER DAY AND I LOVE THESE 2 SOSOOO MUCH WAAAAAAAA

[beautiful-basque-country]

Since we celebrate Mother’s Day today, here you are two beautiful songs bertsolaris (oral poets) Miren Amuriza & Maddalen Arzallus composed for their mothers - and for all the mums out there.

Hope you like them!!

Click Read More for the translated lyrics.

Gertutik bizi izan dute txapelketa,

They’ve closely lived the [bertsolari] championship poltsikoak klinexez goraino beteta, their pockets full of kleenex, agurren bat prestatu diegu tarteka, we’ve made them some agurrak sometimes [first & last verse in a championship]  ta eurentzat da gaurko bertso gogoeta, and today’s verse reflection is for them gure amek hainbeste merezi dute eta. because our mothers deserve that much. Bertsolarion amak gu animatzeko, Bertsolaris’ mothers usually are there hantxe egoten dira saio bakoitzeko, to cheer for us in every performance eskuekin dantzatuz hiru-lau panfleto. with 3 or 4 programs dancing in their hands Ze estiloa duten abanikatzeko! They have such a style when they fan themselves! Pantojak ere e’luke egingo hobeto. Pantoja [Andalusian folk singer] herself wouldn’t do better Beste batzuk ez dira ausartzen sartzera, Some others don’t dare to get in pentsatuz, “zenbat aldiz gelditu ote da!” thinking: “how much can it last!” errekorritzen dute frontoiko sarrera. they walk the fronton entrance from side to side Pausu hoiek kontatu ezkero luzera, If the length of all those steps was counted helduko lirateke maratoi batera. they would reach a marathon. Lasaitasunez egin ohi dute hasperen, They usually sigh out of calm saio bukaerara heltzean bederen. at least when a performance comes to an end Euren lekuan jarri behar dugu, zeren We have to put ourselves in their shoes, bertsolarion amak omendu ondoren, because, after honouring bertsolaris’ mothers, ama-bertsolariak ea izaten garen. who knows if we’ll become mothers bertsolaris. Baina titularretan beti dira tabu, But in the headlines there are always taboos gure kasuan behintzat ikusten da klaru. at least in our case it can be seen clearly. Norbaitek honi buruz idatzi nahi badu, If anyone wants to write about this, abizena baino lehen izena daukagu, we have a name before our surname, ta Arantza ta Mirenen alabak gara gu.(x3) and we are Arantza & Miren’s daughters.

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Ez dut gogoan lehen musua, lehendabiziko bularra. I don’t remember the first kiss, the first time I was breastfed Ez dut gogoan bizirauteko bertatik edan beharra. I don’t remember the need to drink from it to survive Nahiz eta ahaztu amak lehenengo eginiko irrifarra, Although I’ve forgotten the first time mum smiled at me ziur naiz hortik datorkidala bertsotarako indarra. (x2) I’m sure the strength to make verses come from all that

“Nere herriko neskatxa maite” kantatzen zidan gauetan, She used to sing me “nere herriko neskatxa maite” at night eta halaxe hasi ohi nintzen egunero ametsetan. and that way I used to start dreaming every day. Gaur gure amaren sehaska-kantez gogoratzen naiz plazetan, Today when I remember our mum’s lullabies in the town squares haren ahotsa ateratzen zait kantuan nagoenetan. (x2) it’s her voice that comes from me when I’m singing.

Nahiz ta gutxitan aipatu dudan bertsotan bere izena. Although I rarely say her name in my verses Nahiz txapelketan bere lekua den guztietan zailena. Although her place is always the most difficult one at the championships Sarri esan dit nere fansetan handiena bera dena, She has often told me she’s my biggest fans among my fans baina ez daki ni neu naizela bera miresten duena.(x2) but she doesn’t know I am the one who admires her.

Haren ondoan bizi izan naiz erregina bat bezela. I’ve lived like a queen by her side Ezin zitekeen hobeto bete ama on baten papela. She couldn’t have played better the role of a good mother Segundu batez pentsatu ezkero ni epaile bat naizela, If I thought for a second that I am a judge euren buruan jarriko nuke Euskal Herriko txapela.(x2) I would put on her head the Euskal Herria txapela [champion of EH]

Etxe barruko lamina eta inguruetako dama. The lamia of my home and the lady of the surroundings Bihar goizean hurbil zaitezte goxo-goxo beragana. Tomorrow morning go lovingly close to her ta esaiozue orain artean lotsaz gordetako dana: and tell her everything you’ve been keeping out of embarrasment: “Eskerrik asko guztiagatik, asko maite zaitut, ama!”(x4) “Thank you very much for everything, I love you very much, mum!”

[thestalkerbunny]

I love how Translator Batez has her sort of weird clown-esque make up on point; but Translator Bentz looks like he keeps touching his face every 5 minutes and now his eyeshadow is all up in that white foundation-like get it together Bentz, you absolute wreck.

[two-alleluias-and-an-amen]

brokenheartandabrokenface​:

June held Tristan as close to her as possible, giving the boy a gentle kiss on his cheek until she heard God speak.

“What?! No! You can’t take my son from me!” She protested immediately, starting to panic.

“I’m not taking him from you, dear. I’m simply giving him to the more fit parent, the one who would give him better prospects. After all… isn’t that what mothers should want for their children?” God replied with a sickeningly sweet tone that was clearly full of malice. June’s gaze bounced back and forth between God and Michael, desperately looking at her lover for some assistance but she knew she wouldn’t get any.

“Please tell me that I can still see Tristan on occasion? Even if I can’t raise him, atleast give me the courtesy of seeing him every once in a while?! Please!” She begged, still clinging to the boy as God sighed.

“What part of “do not get to raise him” do you not understand, girl?! You will have no part in his life whatsoever! Sure you may see him in the hallways every so often, but that is it. You want him to have his best chance, this is your only choice.” God boomed, staring down at June before nodding at the Translators. Bentz grabbed June by the shoulders and Batez started taking Tristan from her.

“No! NO PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME SAY GOODBYE ATLEAST PLEASE!!!!” She screamed, Tristan beginning to cry as he was ripped from his mother’s arms. The boy started reaching out for June, tears in his eyes as he was soon placed into Michael’s arms. June had collapsed to her knees, head in her hands as she sobbed. She looked up at Michael for a brief moment before the Translators hauled her to her feet.

“He’s scared of the dark, Agent…. please don’t leave him alone in the dark!” She called out to him as the Translators forced her to start walking. And soon enough, it was only God, Michael, and Tristan left alone in the room. Tristan was inconsolable, burying his face in his father’s shoulder and grasping at his golden sash desperately.

“You wanted to be a father. Here’s your chance, Agent. Now take him back to your quarters. It’s already been equipped with a nursery for him.” God waved his hand and the doors swung open, wanting the man to take the screaming child away already.

He tried to block out the sound of June’s voice as she started protesting, doing his best to just focus on the idea that he was making the best decision that he could for Tristan. Michael refused to let his own emotions get the better of him, despite the want to wretch that was steadily growing inside of him. When she looked in his direction for any kind of assistance, he was unable to do anything other than just look at her with pity clear in his eyes for what was happening and what he had helped to bring about.

Michael’s eyes went wide as he saw that June would not even be permitted to console Tristan and say goodbye. He opened his mouth to protest but closed it as Tristan’s cries began to ring out and he was placed into his arms, gently holding him and rubbing the small boy’s back to try and offer even the slightest bit of comfort that he deserved. He looked at June as she said that and nodded, watching as she was taken out from the room and continuing to comfort Tristan despite being in some level of shock from what just happened. He looked back at The Author as he spoke, clearly taking the hint as he heard the door open to the hall. “Yes sir and thank you again for your benevolence...” was all he could manage to say before he turned and walked out from the office; heading towards the closest elevator to try and avoid any of the crowds that Tristan’s cries certainly would have attracted.

It didn’t take long for Michael to reach his office once again and head inside, sitting down in one of the armchairs near his desk, still holding Tristan and consoling him. “It’s okay Tristan, I’m right here and I promise you’re going to see your mother again. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you and no matter what your mother loves you with every ounce of her being.”

A Choice || Heaven AU || @two-alleluias-and-an-amen

@two-alleluias-and-an-amen

June had quickly begun to realize that raising a baby in Heaven wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She assumed that she'd have the help of the other sevens to watch Tristan since they all really loved and cared for him. Unfortunately that was not the case and June knew that soon enough, The Author would get tired of The Designer's reports of her terrible work output and constant lateness. She knew that both she and baby Tristan might even be outcast because she couldn't fulfill her duties as a working horse all while being a mother.

And she had assumed that day had arrived when The Author called for her and Tristan to come before him in his office.

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"Agent, get in here!" God called, ringing his bell for Michael. When the man arrived, God had a stern expression on his face, "Have you by chance happened to notice the Designers reports lately?" He started, standing up from his chair and leaning on the front side of his desk to watch Michael, "All of his Working Horses are doing amazingly well, all their work match and exceed my standards.... Well all except for one of them of course... And I think you know which specific one." He continued, "And your work has started to suffer as well, Agent. I've noticed you've been taking extra breaks and been walking down the halls at slower paces in an attempt to catch a glimpse of them. Your worry has only been damaging your career. Which is why I called you here today: to fix it." God then snapped his fingers.

Soon enough, The Translators walked into the room, holding June tightly in their grip. June, meanwhile, was holding the one year old Tristan in her arms. The last time Michael had seen his son was when Tristan was only a few weeks old.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Agent. And I am being extremely generous here. You can take your son. You can raise him as your own. You can love him and train him to be a One like yourself. You will be his father and he will love you as such. However, the one caveat is that you cannot associate with that little filly anymore. Tristan is to be your son and she cannot help you raise him. Or, if that option is not to your liking, you will abandon both of them and I will see to it that you will never see them again AT ALL and they will live the rest of their existences as Sevens with no way to climb up the ladder." He explained and June's face paled. Tristan softly cooed in his mother's arms, looking over at his father with Michael's familiar eyes.

[circuscenobite]

GOOD LITTLE DICTATION MACHINES.

[addicted-to-his-knife]

Translators Batez and Bentz: Oh, Hell Yeah!

The Agent: *looks disapprovingly*

Translator Bentz: Er, we mean ... Heaven yeah?

The Agent: *satisfied*