sorry an anon ask of yours about translations came across my tl and i wanted to share my experience with specifically russian translations but im a big lurker here so ill be on anon: they will likely post on ficbook, a russian fanfic site. do not ever pay anyone to translate your fanfic, but i find its good practise to ask for them to send you a link when they're done. (partly so you can see the feedback and partly to make sure its been attributed to you) the work should be marked as a translation on ficbook and you can see if other people have translated your works by going to your author profile on ficbook!
you can also ask for them to stay as faithful to your text as possible, if you feel like it. I personally have about 4 works translated on there from 4-30k, one of which I didnt authorise (they didnt ask me if they could translate either) and was marked as a "remix" of my work, where they translated it and changed it to make it "theirs" and fit more things they like in it. it sucked! if im honest! it was a really bad feeling! a russian follower i had let me know about it and if i could i would ask them to delete the work or just remove any attribution to me. my original english ver is one of the top 10 most kudo-ed inhun works on ao3 as well lol. on the whole though, most my translation experience has been good. congrats to anyone who has had their fics translated, it's a real labour of love :)
in regards to this ask. thank you for sharing!! ❤️
Three Lifetimes of Tribulation – Longing for the Unattainable (Part 1) translated by CelestalStars
Translated Summary:
Buddha teaches that there are three kinds of suffering in life: longing for the unattainable, facing those we despise, and isolation from those we love.
The Central Commander has assigned troops to the wrong name again. Sun Ce is dead, dead, dead. What use does the departed have for armies, unless he is the founding emperor of Qin with his terracotta warriors? Strike the mistake with one stroke, 2000 men to Wong Gai, 1000 to TaiShi Ci. Yes, the loss of a great general ought to be like so—without unnecessary sorrow aside from the pain of losing talent. This is an unavoidable calamity in the name of bringing peace—the commanding of people ought to be like so.
The Central Commander has assigned troops to the wrong name again. Sun Ce is dead, dead, dead. What use does the departed have for armies, unless he is the founding emperor of Qin with his terracotta warriors? Strike the mistake with one stroke, 2000 men to Wong Gai, 1000 to TaiShi Ci. Yes, the loss of a great general ought to be like so—without unnecessary sorrow aside from the pain of losing talent. This is an unavoidable calamity in the name of bringing peace—the commanding of people ought to be like so.
Bold for a member of the Eight Enigmas to tell a lie that would not fool a child of three years, begging for forgetfulness in hopes of dampening death. There is no joking in an war, then why lie about the ability to forget? If one is to forget the support of half a lifetime, then where is one to relocate the memories of half a lifetime? Remembering the rough fabric in place of the white jade bracelet with an absent-minded touch of the left wrist. Remembrance of vacancy is still remembrance. He who is on the edge of life and death, when are you returning, when are you leaving?
How many things are there to forget, is the nightly qin playing beside the bed considered forgetting?
General Sun, forgive the lack of talent from this humble servant, giving half an inferior song while borrowing the ideas of ancestors, I beg you to answer.
Sincerity, sincerity, salute the sky. Why does my lord praise himself to be of frequent victory?
Wisdom, wisdom, win every war. Why does my lord sleep? Our task is not done.
Benevolence, benevolence, bow down and exhaust. Why does my lord bend? You still fog a mirror.
Courage, courage, yellow sand and red dust. Why does my lord pass into smoke and clouds?
Strictness, strictness, swear death by my side. Why does my lord forget, casting a haze over my way?
Regret, regret, exhaust schemes and loyalty. Why does my lord expire, mist over your eyes?
The song ends. Those that must die must die, what should not remain should not. Brother, please do not reply.
But yet Ce answers, "Ah-Yu, I cannot see a thing and do not know whether the person remains after the song ends. Have lyrics been bestowed upon the song due to fear of having no ears to listen to it later?" Do I not thirst for this moment to linger forever? "Why do the heavens forsake me? I should have died in combat and yet I lie useless for a hundred days after a half-hearted assassination. Where would I find the reputation to seek my father in the afterlife? What am I going to do when you leave? Enigma of Water Mirror, offer a plot." Four rows of tears touch not the collar—grasped and pulled in for a kiss to end speech. Ask a person and he knows not the answer, ask the Heavens and it refuses to reply. All warfare is based on deception. The trues and falses of this life to be set aside, forgetting them matters not. This moment cannot be washed away despite a hundred bowls of Meng Po soup.
Silently exchange the green jade on his right wrist for white, saying: bring the River down to the underworld, you will not decay despite death, carry brother's Mountain to lead the world, completing your last wish.
Hello everybody! I am so happy to share that the Russian translation of Concentrate and Ask Again is up on the site Ficbook! Thank you to @vipermorello for all of the hard work translating the story! 🖤
Concentrate and Ask Again | Сконцентрируйся и спроси еще раз — фанфик по фэндому «Уэнсдей»
It sucks that this also needs to be said- but if you're doing a podfic of my works on Youtube- DON'T Monetize it. If I'm not allowed to make money off of my own fanworks, YOU aren't either.
I don't even aim to make money off of them in the first place, I write them for my own self indulgence and self serotonin. And it's so damn wonderful that people enjoy what I write :,) Don't put down writers who just want to express themselves like that with your own greed.
I allow podfics because I want my fics to be accessible, and because I am no way in hell reading them out loud myself LOL. But I deserve credit and I also deserve my boundaries to be respected. I'm honored that someone would want to read out my fic, or even translate it as well. My silly little fics? No way.
Again though, respect my boundaries and my guidelines for these things.
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Mike sabia que Bad estava apenas brincando, mas ainda era doloroso ver Richarlyson se divertindo tanto com ele. Passar tanto tempo com seu tio Bad. Ficar acordado até tarde para sair e ficar juntos o tempo todo. Eles formaram um vínculo que Mike só poderia sonhar em ter.
WE. HAVE. A. TRANSLATION!!!!
This is not a drill! I repeat, we now have a Portugese translation for "Goodnight hugs and chocolate milk"!!
Thank you so much @qarroz for translating, you are so amazing and wondeful! <33
