Translating is hard work. Even with pretty simple translations there can be unexpected difficulties if one of the languages has some funny special rules that apply to everyday life like honorifics and proper address, or words with multiple meanings so instead of asking what time it is you’ll end up asking for a potato. A professional translator can deal with this, of course. But for someone who just knows two pretty different languages, translating even something simple suddenly takes time and ends up getting pretty confusing for everyone involved.
And that leads us to ALIENS!
I think we’ve all read one scifi story or another where an alien is explaining some kind of concept that their species has - it might be related to their Special Sense or something else, but they always conveniently manage to put it in words that the character (and the reader) understand. This makes sense from a storytelling viewpoint, because we’re telling the story to human readers/listeners/viewers who need to understand what’s going on and why.
But it might be fun if the character is teamed up with an alien who gets so confused and/or worked up about some trivial translation that it gets turned into this big whole mysterious deal.
Human: “So, what’s this word mean, ‘thnguwe’?”
Alien: “Thnguwe has… special meaning for our people. It refers to a person’s ability to… form a meaningful connection with another of our kind, and our… entire society is built according to the… concept of thnguwe.”
Human: “How profound! Your civilization has much to teach us!”
Alien #2: “It means ‘talking’. Thnguwe means talking.”
Alien #1: “Oh, talking! I forgot what that word was in human language!”
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On a personal note. I’ve
met wonderful people throughout fandoms and by leaving comments. I’ve made
great friends, some even on comment sections, as we shared our enthusiasm for
the same story.
People who like the same ships often hold similar character
traits and life experiences; they’re people who would get you. The bonds in fandoms only strengthen when people meet other
people as humans - and there are fantastic humans waiting to meet you.
Leave a comment. :)
For Data Collected
For this, I’ve used AO3, currently the most popular fanfiction
I’ve taken the first ranked story in each ship, completed, rated
by kudos - since bookmarks on AO3 can be set to private so the counters don’t
reflect the real numbers - to reflect the stories that had the most positive
feedback in their category.
For the comments, I’ve (falsely and intentionally) assumed the
numbers represented are singular comments from singular, different users
(tipping the scales in favor of the commenters). For Destiel, Johnlock and
Spirk I had to pick the second story by kudos, since for the first the
deviation error (assuming the author haven’t replied and there aren’t
discussion threads included in the comments) was far too high for the ratio to
be accurate, and my initial assumption couldn’t be applied. My apologies to the
Lance, finally back home:
Oh my god I missed you all so much you won't believe the things I've done!
Lance, suddenly realizing that he fought in a war killed hundreds of people nearly died in the cold void of space like a million times and got trapped/kidnapped on the regular:
So there was this space mall,
May I have mini toddler baby galra keef and the dad's of mamora?? Please???
All your guys prompts are so good. I’m running into the problem that I have too many ideas for them xD So I’m slowly but surely getting through them! Hope you enjoy this :3
Also I went with baby baby Keith, sorry >.<
“What are you doing?” Thace gaped from the doorway. He had never seen his leader like this.
Kolivan’s ear twitched, but otherwise he ignored him. He grabbed a blanket maneuvering it so it wove in and out of the other blankets in the pile, hiding the floor from view. There were several shirts in the pile, as well as pillows. Kolivan tucked them in places, pausing in thought before changing things up.
He finally glanced at Thace, “I’m making a nest.”
“Yes, I can see that, but why.” He stepped into the room, stopping a bit away from the nest. He didn’t want to intrude without permission.
Kolivan snorted, grabbing a shirt and tucking part of it under a pillow. “If you knew, why did you ask?”
Thace frowned. He hated when Kolivan was like this. He had spent too much time with Antok, and it showed. “Just answer my other question.”
Kolivan sat back on his knees, looking at Thace with a small, but knowing frown. “You know very little about raising kits.”
Oh. Thace felt tension invade his body as he turned and looked over at the side of the room. Antok was sitting there, crossed legged, carefully running a clawed hand through the soft, dark locks of the newest addition to the Blade. Said addition chose that moment to yawn loudly, hair, ears, twitching. He looked over, as if he knew that he was being discussed.
Grey eyes looked directly at him, and Thace froze. Kolivan had been right, Thace had never interacted with a kit before. He knew nothing of what they offered, what they could or couldn’t do. He should’ve joined Ulaz in his research, but instead he was here, feeling as if this kit, this child, was peering into his soul.
After a moment small, chubby hands reached out, a mix of noises, chirps and coos, falling from the kit’s lips. Thace heard Kolivan snort again.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Antok said, smirk overtaking his features. “Would you really deny a kit?”
Thace slowly walked over, whole body tense. One wrong move and he might spook the kit. Anxiety bit away at his mind, and his limbs felt heavy. What if he scared him? Even worse, what if he hurt him? Thace had no idea how kits were to be held, what noises were to be made, or how to handle a small cry.
What was he getting himself into?
Before he knew it he was standing before Antok, the kit making increasingly more urgent chirps. He stood there, still as a column. Antok sighed, lifting the kit up, and moving him towards Thace’s chest. His arms came out on instinct, cradling the child when Antok pulled away.
“Keith, right?” Thace asked. Keith chirped again, and Thace didn’t fight the low purr that escaped his throat.
Antok nodded, leaning back as he watched Thace, “It was the name he was given by his sire.”
Thace brought a hand up, supporting Keith’s small body with his arm. He knew that he liked it when people rubbed behind his ears, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the same applied to Keith. He rubbed at the spot, careful to make sure his claws did not scratch. Keith wiggled a moment before letting out a soft purr, eyes falling shut.
“You’re a natural,” Kolivan said from the nest, prompting Thace to turn. “Now, bring him over. He needs to get used to the nest.”
Thace would never say it to Kolivan’s face, but it almost seemed that he was jealous that Thace had all of Keith’s attention.