Can I just say. Dein Blogtitel ist wahrscheinlich als Witz gemeint, aber die Tatsache, dass du Textposts, die so viel linguistische und social Media Nuance haben, so gut eindeutschen kannst, zeugt davon, dass du Englisch und Deutsch hervorragend beherrschst. Es ist kein Zufall, dass Teil eines Übersetzungs-Studiums ist, dass man mehrere Semester lang alle seine Sprachen von Grundauf wiederholt (Grammatik, Syntax, Textsorten...) und verbessert bevor man tatsächlich das Übersetzen übt. (Fand dss persönlich echt lame) Anyway, wollte nur sagen, dass du auf diesem Blog echt tolle Arbeit leistest! Grüße aus Österreich
Erstmal danke (!!!) ich fühl mich immer sehr geehrt, wenn Personen mit sprachwissenschaftlicher Expertise meine Übersetzungen mögen. Ich hab nämlich selbst keinen Hintergrund in Linguistik und betreibe den Blog hier zum Spaß an der Freude :D
Der Blogname ist tatsächlich Absicht! Der Bedarf an direkten Übersetzungen und humorvolle Wort-für-Wort-Überdetzungen (@.translatingpostsintogerman & @.mistranslatingpostsintogerman) war schon gedeckt, und als Hobby-Sprachbastler*in fand ich, es gab noch eine Marktlücke für "Eindeutschungen".
Ich gucke z.B. gern Medien mit deutscher Synchro + Originaluntertitel, um die Übersetzung/Lokalisation zu vergleichen und freu mich darüber, wie gut die das teilweise hinkriegen. Kann bei Gelegenheit auch mal nen Post mit meinen Lieblingsbeispielen machen :D
So if you're still doing whumptober. Can I request Reopening Wounds. Keyword wings maybe? ( Thinking about specifically that one time Daisuke tries to get wings out during the Argentine arc and Satoshi freaking out. Something something about shoulder/back scars post-curse maybe? ) have a good day BTW
Whumptober Prompts
Reopening wounds
“To think someone can lie for so long…”
Satoshi was very well aware of the irony in his own words, yet awareness only made him closer to the truth: he knew the effort it required, he knew the sensation of suffocating conscience under self-inflicted pressure. His whole life had he be told that being himself, to roughly summarise, would mean complete annihilation of everything that mattered. It made everything worse.
It made his father’s silence worse.
“How much would it have costed to tell me?”
“Your mother’s will was carried out.”
“I am a Hikari! I know how to handle artworks!”
Including himself. And definitely including the disgusting thing that had taken advantage of his ignorance for half a decade!
Surely, the fact that he was struggling to disinfect and bandage his own back made the rage within stronger. Of course, that useless thing would not help him whatsoever, stuck that it was in its permanent silence, concealing information under a wicked smile, staring in glee as he was struggling to just exist.
“This is unforgiveable…”
“I’m not asking you to forgive me, right?”
After painful contortions, the bandage somehow managed to be put in place, and Satoshi let out a long sigh, trying to push discomfort away. His shoulders still radiated with the sharp pain of torn flesh, while muscles protested against the long body exchange it had been submitted to. Would it ever fully recover? Would the soreness ever pass…?
He put himself back on his feet, leaving the bedroom behind to return to his desk, where sheets of paper, hastily covered with his precise handwriting, waited to be reread for the umpteenth time.
He would not forgive, not for as long as he could not understand everything his father had told him right before dying. Not before the sentences transcribed before him had revealed all their secrets. He would ask questions, he would get answers from everything he had ever been told, he would find meaning in all this absurdity. Perhaps the wounds would improve, perhaps he’d forget the sound of this man’s voice before he could understand.
“Parting from you is somewhat regrettable now…”
“Go away…”
And his father went away. In his memory, he could always summon him back, but…
No. He had other matters at hand. Understanding. Making sense of it. Healing his wounds.
1 "We're supposed to be working" maybe with Superwonderbat or just Superbat - whatever inspires you more? (Some of my immediate thoughts were wedding planning, interviews, undercover or JL meeting) Have fun!!
[[I’m so sorry this took me a while to get to!! So I hope you like it! I decided to go with SuperWonderBat <3 tysm!!]]
“Okay, okay, How about…” Clark began thoughtfully as he tossed one of the flying robotic wasps into another, causing them both to explode on impact. “How about that new place that opened up in the south-side of Metropolis? It has good reviews.”
“I don’t think so Kal, Remember Br- Batman is allergic to fish.” Wonder Woman countered, lassoing the metallic neck of another wasp and snapping it in half. “There’s too much of a risk of contamination, you know him, he’d be on edge all evening.”
“I’d rather not die of something as stupid as fish thank you.” Batman interjected. “Excuse me if I want to be safe rather than sorry.”
“Oh I didn’t mean it like that.” Diana said with a roll of her eyes, deflecting Bruce’s attitude as she landed and crushed the body of another robot that had been behind Batman, who had been focused on punching one of them and sending a batarang into the eye of another.
“Shoot, its a good point though, um…” Clark hummed thoughtfully, crushing a robot’s head in one hand before sighing. “It’d be nice if we could just… you know go out for a walk together, you know, window shop, see the sights, just see what we come across?”
“You know why we can’t do that.” Batman growled, firing his grappling hook and soaring into the air just as two of the wasps collided into each other, meaning to grab at him at the same time.
“I know why I just wish we could.” Clark argued.
“Even going to a public place is risky in the first place. We could be recognized, people could connect the dots.” Batman chided.
“I know B. Can you blame me for being a little down about it though? I mean…” His heat vision burned through four more of the bots. “I just want to be able to be affectionate with you two you know? Not have to constantly worry about being seen together.”
“Unless both of you are willing to give up any scrap of a private life, and have both you and anyone associated with you bombarded by the press and paparazzi… We’ll just have to deal with it.” Batman bit back coldly, nearly taking a clawed hand to the face, just barely ducking under it before Diana sliced right through it with her sword.
“Now can we please talk about this later? We’re supposed to be working!” He scolded both of them, as he sent three batarangs flying that met their targets with ease, blowing up what he didn’t realize were the last three robo-wasps that had been terrorizing the city.
Clark landed next to him, scooting aside one of the scraps of blown up metal with his foot. “Now seems as good a time as any.” He said cheekily.
Batman grunted, searching the sky almost hoping for a distraction, but looked at the ground defeated when he found none.
“I know it’s hard Kal, but Batman is right, all of our identities come with a lot of costs if we’re seen in that way together. Though… I of course feel the same way. It is… hard at times to remain so secretive.” Diana said, putting a hand on both their shoulders briefly, taking what she wanted to be a soothing touch away for the sake of the exact reason they were speaking of.
“I know… I… realize it’s a strain… on all of us.” Bruce conceded. “It wouldn’t be… the first time either one of my identities has ruined a relationship I cared about. I don’t want to have to be secretive.”
“Aww, B…” Clark looked down at his bat sympathetically. “Well hey, maybe one day we can figure it out, and we can just be together without worrying about anyone caring… but until then I’m just happy you want to spend time with us.”
Batman cracked a small smile of appreciation.
“If either of you want to, I’ve never gone sightseeing in Rome before, we could find some place to eat and look around for a while… I think It’d be easier to keep a low-profile there.” He suggested after they were transported back into the watch-tower.
“That’s a wonderful idea beloved.” Diana locked hands with both of her boys. “What do you think Kal?”
“I’ve always sped past it briefly but never really got to enjoy it, I’d love that!” Clark agreed, beaming excitedly.
“Rome it is then…” Bruce agreed, quietly squeezing Diana’s hand a little tighter.
Hope the diagnosis thing goes smoothly and doesn't get too complicated or overwhelming! Have a good afternoon🍀
Thanks a lot ! That’s it, I’m diagnosed \o/ ! With autism as well as Aspergers (don’t ask, it’s France, it’s weird).
I got tons of information and stuff that I’m able to access too now. It’s a lot to process, but now, I’ve got all the time in the world to figure it all out c:.
It's monday, we all need a pick-me-up, so please take a minute to think about the trinity visiting orphanages and hospitals - Clark as Superman, and Bruce and Diana as his philanthropist trophy husband and wife (because Batman isn't really one to prance around in public in broad daylight and Diana takes pity on him) and they give autographs and Bruce has bought a bunch of all their merchandise in bulk to give away to the kids and everyone is so excited thanks
bruce wayne has been tagging along to philanthropic visits to hospitals and the like since he was born, and he’s definitely kept up the tradition his parents started. wayne enterprise donates money to build a new wing at the hospital to help with addiction, and instead of touring it, bruce gets distracted by the paediatric section. and let’s be real, bruce loves kids. he’d definitely spend hours just hanging out in the children’s ward playing games and chatting with the kids. he has tea parties and gives piggy back rides, and loves to dress up as different heroes to play pretend with the kiddies, or pretending to be a robber while the kids chase him!
diana sits back, sipping pretend tea with the other kids as she watches her love race around the corridors. she chuckles to herself, asks for another cup of tea, and listens as the children talk about their day. she likes to read with the kids, climb into bed and them all sit around her. they love it when she does the silly voices, and sometimes bruce will join her, acting out the scenes together. they bring a lot of merchandise and a lot of toys, especially for superman, wonder woman, and batman. they take so many selfies, sign autographs, and and have a great time hanging out with these kids that are going through a tough time.
clark loves to stop by orphanages and hospitals while in costume, watching the way the kids’ eyes light up as he floats past their windows. he takes some of them out to fly, or just to fly around the room. wonder woman shows up at times too, teaching the children a few self defence moves and the importance of speaking the truth. sometimes the heroes show up while bruce wayne is visiting, and together they have a whole lot of fun! and sometimes, just maybe, the kids at the orphanage catch a glimpse of black by their window, sometimes followed by a red, yellow, and green blur.
