#if I stop being lazy and translate it to English I will post it to Ao3 💀

[poanist]

Optimus and his drunk wife 😋

[rjalker]

Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, by Edwin Abbot Abbot, published in 1884, is public domain. That means it has no copyright, and belongs to everyone.

This post will have links to as many versions and adaptations of it as I can find, and will be updated whenver I find new links to add.

Feel free to copy and paste this whole entire post and make it a new post for your own blog too!

None of these links are piracy, because you literally cannot pirate what has no copyright. Anyone who tells you you must pay to read the original Flatland is scamming you.

The only time you should be spending money on Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, is if you find a cool physical copy that you want specifically.

Check the original post before reblogging to look for updates if you are seeing this post days, weeks, or months after I originally post it.

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Visual books:

Public domain:

The Original Novel:

Read online or ownload the original book in multiple formats from Project Gutenberg

Read or download from Standard Ebooks

Read and download from the Internet Archive. This also includes a computer-generated audiobook.

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The 2024 translation:

Read online or download the 2024 translation in multiple formats from the Internet Archive. This also includes a computer-voiced audiobook.

Read the 2024 translation here on tumblr @flatland-a-2024-translation

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The 2024 Summary:

You can read and download this from the Internet Archive in multiple formats, including editable documents. Or read here on tumblr.

You can also buy a physical copy here, or purchase the files from Itch.io.

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Audiobooks:

The original novel:

Listen to the original book on the Internet Archive, read by Ruth Golding

Listen to the original book on the Internet Archive read by David "Grizzly" Smith

The 2024 translation:

Listen and read-along with the lazy audiobook of the 2024 translation on Youtube

(no audiobook available for the summary....yet)

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Free visual media with full stories:

Here’s an animation from 1965. Contains some flashing lights.

Here’s a stop motion film from 1982 in Italian with English subtitles

Here’s an animation from 2006

The 2007 Flatland film by Ladd Ehlinger is free on youtube. Unfortunately Ladd Ehlinger is a virulently racist and misogynistic conservative who thinks feeding school kids is the same thing as slavery. His film is filled with almost constant flashing lights and spinning cameras that cause headaches, motion sickness, migraines, and seizures.

Here is a link to timestamps for these if you still choose to watch it.

The film ignores all of the politics from the original novel because the creator of the film agrees with the bigotry the novel condemned. You are much better off watching another visual adaption or reading the original or translated book.

Especially if you suffer from photosensitivity or motion-sickness, this film will make you want to throw up.

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Shorter visual media:

In-universe

Part 4 of a Korean animation. from 2010. Haven't found parts 1-3 yet.

A short animation from 2020 showing an Equilateral being taken away from his Isosceles parents

Flatland Heist from 2013, A short animation from 2013 where the Narrator and Sphere team up to rob a bank :)

Flatland a Romance of Many Dimensions Alternate Timeline (without audio yet) 2024 Here's the version with audio

No Nonbinary Door 2024

A Visit to Lineland 2024

Up, Up, and Away 2024

Meta:

A short TED-Ed summarizing the math parts of Flatland from 2014

Another short animation explaining the math of Flatland from 2012

A long presentation (38 mins) about the math in Flatland. from 2017

Youtube Shorts:

A very short animation about the narrator meeting the Sphere

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Related books by other authors, in publishing order:

Public domain:

An Episode of Flatland: or How a Plane Folk Discovered the Third Dimension. With Which is Bound Up an Outline of the History of Unæa by Charles Howard Hinton. (1907) Public domain, unlimited reading and downloading. It's terrible. But you can rewrite it to make it not terrible.

The 4D Doodler, by Graph Waldeyer. Also on Youtube as an audiobook.

Other copyright:

The Dot and the Line: A Romance in Lower Mathematics by Norton Juster (1963) Can be borrowed by 1 person at a time. A short....poem? Nothing to actually do with Flatland.

The Incredible Umbrella by Marvin Kaye (1980) Can be borrowed by 1 person at a time. I have not read it yet.

Sphereland: A Fantasy About Curved Spaces and an Expanding Universe, by Dionys Burger. (1983) Can be borrowed by 1 person at a time. It's racist. Was intended to be a sequel to Flatland, but the author's racist and failed every lesson Flatland tried to teach.

“Message Found in a Copy of Flatland” by Rudy Rucker (1983) free to read online from the author.

The Fourth Dimension, by Rudy Rucker (1984). Can be read for free online from the author. I have not read it yet.

The Planiverse: Computer Contact With a Two-dimensional World by Alexander Keewatin Dewdney (1984) Can be borrowed by 1 person at a time. Good 2D worldbuilding, nonexistant plot and boring abrupt ending.

Flatterland: Like Flatland, Only More So by Ian Stewart (2001) Can be borrowed by 1 person at a time. it's useless crap that unironically defends the bigotry against Irregulars from the original novel by pretending it's just natural selection that's totally natural and not at all artificialy and violently upheld to uphold the supremacy of the Circles.

Spaceland by Rudy Rucker (2002) Can be borrowed by 1 person at a time. I have not read it yet.

VAS: An Opera in Flatland (2002) by Steve Tomasula. no copies donated to the internet archive yet. I have not read it yet.

A 2024 Summary of Flatland. Buy a physical copy here. Buy a digital copy here.

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Neopronoun short stories:

The Breaking Point, a short story of a Line and Isosceles in another country of Flatland, attempting to deal with an abusive officer of the military who's invited himself into their home. Almost 4k words.

First Day of School, a young equilateral has zov first day at school, and discovers that the "specimen" they're supposed to be studying is someone zo knows.

Gaining a New Perspective, a short story of the Sphere contemplating everything that's happened after throwing the narrator of Flatland back down to his plane. Almost exactly 5k words.

Other short fiction:

[link me your stories and a short summary to go here!!]

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Please feel free to add more links and I'll add them to this original post.

Here's the first masterpost I made which has fewer links.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

Hey Anxienn fans!!!! I gotta lil treat for you!!!!

SO! Remember how I mentioned I was writing some Anxiety x Ennui fics?

well one of them is done!!!!

I have the wonderful honor to be doing a collab with the one and only @hootbon ! Their going to be lending some wonderful art skills while I provide the fanfic!!!

Currently the fanfic is finished!!!! However me and Hooty are still ironing out some of the details! So it will be a little bit before it’s published, BUT! I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging with nothing, so here I offer you a humble little sneak peak of, ABC’s it’s easy as a Une, Deux, Trois?

(also ps. I’m still working on the Jealous! Ennui fic, but that one’s not a collab so as soon as I’m done with it I can post!!!!)

Sneak peek below!

Ennui shrugged, looking away. She knew what Anxiety was talking about. 

For the past few months, Anxiety had been pestering her to let her teach her how to read and write in English. 

It wasn’t necessarily surprising that she didn’t know how. She was French after all. But the other emotions just sorta assumed she knew, since she spoke the language. 

Embarrassment and Envy knew of her little secret. They had all grown close together in the waiting rooms for years on end. And they never needed to learn how to read and write English down there. Ennui had her phone, which translated everything she could want. And nothing ever depended on her comprehension. 

However, they finally made it to headquarters. Riley’s mind making room for new emotions and feelings. 

With all of the commotion and adjustment, Ennui’s lack of knowledge was forgotten. 

Until one fateful day where she was manning the console alone. A history class with a teach with voice more monotone then her own. 

She had been frozen. Unsure on what to do. Her translator app on her phone wasn’t working. And Riley had been tasked with doing a history packet. A packet full of words Ennui would not understand nor interpret. 

She had no idea on whether an emotion was needed or not. And she must have stood there for twenty minutes, useless to help. Which normally she’d be happy with. Able to goof off and lounge around. 

But Riley was directly relying on her. She may relish being lazy, but never at the expense of their girl. 

She was stuck, pride stopping her from asking for help. Which again, is ironic considering normally she’d do anything to get out of doing more work. 

But this? This was different. This was a lack of knowledge everyone else knew. It made her feel…. Lesser. 

Thankfully Anxiety had walked across. Casually joining her. Ennui’s face had burned, too ashamed to explain why she was just standing there. 

Anxiety looked on, back and forth between the screen and her girlfriend. Realization finally hitting her in a silent ‘O’. 

She didn’t say anything else. Just casually read what was on screen. Translating without calling her out. 

Ennui had never been more grateful. And definitely made it up to her later, in a more private way, if you catch her drift. 

And there you go!!! I hope you liked the sneak peek and stay tuned for further updates!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[nyxanarchy]

This is the first chapter of my self indulgent fanfiction for the 25th hunger games. I'm currently waiting for the moment I'm brave enough to post it on AO3, but honestly I'm too excited about it and I can't wait so I decided to start by sharing it here. (I should be able to post it on ao3 on the 24th may.)

It's the first FF of my life, so please, don't destroy me in the comments, I'm doing this only for fun and to try to beat my writer's block. (Also since the rise of Ai, I'm feeling like I should never ever feel shame about my art again, no matter how bad it is since at least it comes from my brain and heart and not from a stupid computer without soul. So I have to be brave.) Last disclaimer. English is not my native language.

The FF follows a covey girl from the 8th district (the coveys were forced to stop traveling and since the eighth is very close to the twelfth, I imagined they could have found themselves there too), in the year of the first quarter quell, when the districts were forced to vote their own tributes. (I imagined it was a surprise, courtesy of the capitol)

No smut, but a lover boy in the tradition of Hunger Games.

Tw: mentions of death, death thoughts, sibling loss.

The song the coveys sing is a translation of "Chiena e' scippe" written by La Nina, a Neapolitan songwriter I'm currently obsessing over.

Birds of a feather.

Chapter 1

Prythee weep, May Lilian!

Gaiety without eclipse

Wearieth me, May Lilian:

Thro' my very heart it thrilleth

When from crimson-threaded lips

Silver-treble laughter trilleth:

Prythee weep, May Lilian.

Praying all I can,

If prayers will not hush thee,

Airy Lilian,

Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,.

It’s not the sun that wakes me up, but the music of the mourning dove outside. She calls me so gently until I open my eyes and I find myself where I fell asleep last night, on the table where we eat and where I write. I look around: the bed is freshly made, but there is no trace of my sister. She probably already went to the seashore, and is waiting for me with the others.She knows I stay up too late, she must have seen all the papers I trashed last night and taking pity on me, she left me to sleep.She even left me some breakfast, bread and some feral blackberries. They are in season, easy to find. Sometimes when I don't feel lazy I make jam with them. The sugar is not as easy to find, especially since Rosalind Mauve lost her job at the factory, but Enoch Green always brings some at the end of the month.

He is like a weird uncle, Enoch Green, always around when you need him. Rosalind Mauve says he is family, and he must be, he is covey like us, even though he is a Bells and we are Reeds. Anyway, there are so few of us that even distant family feels like blood. He was a friend of our Ma, so he thinks he has to keep an eye on us. He is not the best when it comes to comfort and kind words, but he has a good heart and a voice that could make the trees cry.

July just started though, so he won't bring anything today. If I'm still around at the end of the month I will make jam for everyone, but today the blackberries will have to do.

The first year I had to go through the reaping I didn't sleep for at least three days. It wasn't only the thought of being reaped that kept me awake, but the dread of the possibility of having to watch my sister going on that stage. But since she turned eighteen two years ago, today I only have to worry about myself. Myself and Melton really, the only person I care about who is in danger like me.

Probably he is on the seashore with my sister and the others coveys, so after I dress up, I take the fiddle and start walking to join them. I know they are probably fishing, it's the way we are able to sustain ourselves since Rosalind Mauve is out of work, and they will probably appreciate some music to keep them company.

Outside the sky is cloudless, and I have to walk under the trees to get away from the sun. Unfortunately the beautiful day is ruined by the industrial fumes. I can see them even though our house it's outside the real city.I hate the way they are expanding it. It’s eating away our woods, polluting the air. The smell is horrible, the sounds are worse.

Welcome to district 8. If you are lucky enough to survive the hunger games, and the factory work, you’ll probably die of lung cancer. Long live the capitol.

Can’t wait to go to the central square later today, where it’s so hot people consistently lose their senses. I walk until I feel sand under my feet, and then I run until I hear them singing.

“The wind brought me

A soft touch from the past

I close my eyes in front of roses

When I want to think about you

And then I look out the window

And I lose myself in a painting

Of a beautiful mountain

under the tinted clouds

And the birds keep singing

like they always did

But when I was a babe

I only chased the cats

Black, red and white cats too

I called out to them: «little cat!»

until I suddenly caught them”

I see Rosalind Mauve, radiant as always. She is working on a net with Bobby, next to them it’s a basket full of freshly caught fishes. Looks like I'm late. If I'm honest, I'm not sure I like Bobby, but he is Melton’s cousin, so I kinda have to like him. Moreover, he has a thing with my sister.He is crazy about her, and it's not a wonder. She is beautiful, always turning heads when we go to the city.Enoch Green says I stole her whole face when I was born, but I really can't see it. We resemble each other, but I fear I will never compare to her light.

One time this winter, when we were searching for wood, my sister walked away and Bobby softly whispered “she has soulful eyes you could get lost into” in a voice so pathetic Melton and I laughed until our stomach hurt, until we were both in the grass. He didn't really like that. When he ran away, red and angry, Melton got really close to me and cupped my face in his hands.

I froze, it was the first time he did something like that. He looked at me like he wanted to paint me, and then he whispered «Lilian Bone, you have the sharpest eyes I have ever seen, and your laugh is the best song of the Coveys».

Then he went after his cousin, like that meant nothing. For some reason those words didn't sound half as pathetic on his lips.

In a way I guess I should be grateful to Bob. If it wasn't for him I would still be obvious to Melton's endless flirting.

We are taking things slowly, but what can I say? I like him. A lot. I like him all-fire, so to speak. Unfortunately, that means Bobby is always around. But I guess it's fair. My sister likes him, good taste doesn't run in the family. Lionel Plum and Simon Stone see me, they are in the water, and while my sister is still singing they run to greet me.They are soaking wet from the sea, so I try to escape their arms.

«You are late!» they laugh and scream, and I run away from them.

“This moon woke me up

she found me inside my house

Without words

She sang me about you

And now with a chest full of sugar

I closed my locked window

Without any tears in my eyes

Now I laugh thinking about you.

And the birds keep singing like they always did

But when I was a babe

I only chased the cats

Black, red, and white cats too

I called out to them «little cat!’»

Until I suddenly caught them

And I used to run back and forth

And I had hands full of scratches

Hands full of scratches, but my heart was still untouched”

When she stops singing, the twins have caught me, and I'm no longer dry, sea water dripping from my dress. But I managed to save my fiddle, so all is well.

«Rascals.» my sister laughs. The twins are nineteen, but like Rosalind Mauve they look older. Like her, they didn't have anyone to take care of them, so they grew up fast. But on the reaping day we all get to act childish. If that wasn't the case we would go mad. They squeeze me extra hard, before I get them to leave me be. I sit against my sister's shoulder.

«Look who finally showed up. Late night?» Bobby's voice it’s almost cheery. I shrug. I love being up during the night, I can't help it. it's the only time I feel it's really mine. I manage to write my music only when the sun goes down.

«In this life you have to rest when you can.» Rosalind Mauve smiles at me. But it's a forced smile.

On this beach we are all trying to ignore the elephant in the room: that even though this year is my last, I'm still not safe. Even though we were extremely lucky, and thanks to Enoch Green we managed to not use tesserae, there is the very real possibility that I will be dead next week. Even so, the sun is warm, and the wind is pleasant.

I keep reminding myself that even without reaping life is not guaranteed. I know it better than others.

We had another sister. Her name was Susan Pearl. She died in her sleep three years ago. Nothing gruesome, no factory death for her, no horrible cancer. One week she had a mild fever, the week after she was dead. She went to sleep, and never woke up again. The doctor said her heart simply gave out. Something about the strain of the fever and a defect of her little heart. Rosalind Mauve found her dead in our bed.

Of course she wasn't really there. That body wasn't really her. Just the shell she left behind.

It was hard. I try not to think about it, because I feel like if I really think about it I will go crazy like one of the girls of the ballads we sing.

I rather think about the fact that she escaped the games, that she is somewhere safe, with our mother, with our nameless father. Frankly, since she died, I obsessively think about what it means to die.

Even though I saw plenty of dead people, I really didn't think it could happen like that. I mean, I knew it could happen, but I just didn't think it could happen to anyone, at any given moment. It surprised me, almost. Before my sister died, death was for me a faceless fear, something almost abstract. Death for me was my mother, someone distant and unknown.

I really can’t wrap my mind around the concept of going to sleep and never waking up. The thought of non-existence is, for me, horrifying. For months I was scared of going to bed, the dark terrified me.

Maybe this makes me a coward. I don't really care. I obsess over the thought, and then I try to ignore it. I have no balance. Having to watch the hunger games year after year doesn't help me in this regard.

Suddenly, my eyes are covered by calloused hands I know too well.

«Who am I?» His voice. Oh! If only he would sing.

«A feral sparrow?» Every time we cover each other's eyes, we try to guess the animal the other is thinking about. A silly game we have played since we were children.

«Wrong. Will you play for us? As a penance?»

I turn to face him, and I feel my heart leaping from me, a trapped animal yearning to go back to its home, his chest. He really is handsome, my lovely smith. His dark hair is like coal in the dawn, his eyes almost green. I softly touch his cheek, his skin pales in comparison to my hand. He won't kiss me, not when there are others around, he knows I don't like being watched. We are still pretending to be only friends, but I know the others are onto us. They definitely suspect we like each other, but I'm not sure they know we talked about it. But I'm sure they saw us holding hands.

When Rosalind Mauve tried to talk me about it, I suddenly became extremely busy and I had to immediately leave the room.

She let me leave. She has her secrets too. We respect each other too much. She knows that when I'm ready I will tell her about it.

«Please?» How could I deny such a sweet request?

«Fine.» I say, with a fake hint of annoyance, as if I didn't bring the instrument myself. I start to tune it, filling the air with the familiar sound.

Bobby immediately stops talking, his eyes fixing on my hands. Mean jokes aside, he is not a bad guy. I can see why Rosalind Mauve would fall for him. He is not bad looking, he is sweet, caring, and he really respects our music. Last year he asked me to teach him to play something, he told me he wanted to surprise her.Unfortunately, he lacks whatever sense of rhythm needed for this art. The music moves him, but it moves him ugly. His words, not mine.

When the music starts flowing from my beloved instrument, he looks a little melancholic, so my sister put his head on his shoulder. Even though they have been together for a while, he still looks surprised when she touches him. He is growing on me, I guess. Or maybe the reaping day makes me kinder.

I keep playing until everyone is clapping their hands, until the twins join me playing their guitars and my sister is singing over the cheerful tune.

There was a time where we could have lived off this. When Enoch Green and our Ma were young they used to play in the squares of the city, and people used to pay them to hear them sing. They would organize shows, parties where people would dance together.It was before most of our songs were banned. Now we sing only for each other, only for our friends.

Maybe it's for the better, maybe the city is not worthy of our songs. I'm perfectly content singing only with the people I love. I know my sister doesn't agree with me.

Anyway, for a moment I feel almost happy. If this is the last day I spend with my family, with the boy I'm crazy about, with his weird cousin, it’s a day well spent. I close my eyes, trying to lose myself in the music I'm making, trying to picture their faces in the dark. I want to remember them, if I have to ride that damned train today.

If my sister could hear my thoughts she would scold me. She lives her life in the absolute conviction that misfortune is attracted by bad thoughts. I think that if Iulia Creek hands are bound to find my name in the bowl, they will find it regardless of what I'm thinking right now.

When the sun is almost up in the sky, we know it's time. We have to go, since we have to make ourselves presentable. We all have to look our best, in case Capitol Tv decides to put us on its screens.

It’s not the real reason why we do it, though.

We are effectively choosing the dress we want to be buried in. At least, me and Melton are.

My sister and the twins are safe. They can't take them from me. It's just me and him against misfortune.

We let the others walk in front of us, we stay in the back, and when they are far enough he puts his hands around me, and finally kisses me. I like our stolen glances, and I like these stolen kisses. Maybe I don't want to let the others know just yet because I like having this secret. I never had one before.

I let his lips soothe me, he smiles on my mouth.

«I missed you. Why did you take so long?» he says softly, and my heart is pounding in my ears.

«I’m sorry. Rosalind Mauve didn't wake me up.»

«Lilian Bone. Always blaming other people for her own fault. Cruel little Lilian.»

When Melton quotes my ballad I roll my eyes, but he keeps going.

«She’ll not tell me if she love me, cruel little Lilian, when my passion seeks pleasence in love-sighs. »

It's cute. I like hearing him recite it, trying to impress me. He always impresses me, but I try not to show it, because I don't want him to stop trying.

The first time I met him I was eleven. We went to the city with Enoch Green, since he had an old horse who desperately needed shoes. While he was inside the blacksmith’s shop, Rosalind Mauve went to look around the market, while I sat outside with said horse.

At some point, a boy I had never seen before sat next to me. He was already tall, all legs and pointy elbows.

«I’ve seen you at school.» he said.

«I didn't.» I replied, even though I hadn't even looked at him. I never liked city boys.

«What’s your name?»

«Lilian Bone.»

«Hi, Lilian.»

«Lilian Bone.» I repeated it harshly. We have been here since the war, since we were separated from the others coveys, but people still don't get our naming tradition. Sometimes it gets frustrating.

«What?»

«My name. It's Lilian Bone, not Lilian.»

«Ah.»

He sat in silence for some time, looking at me and the poor malnourished horse.

«Aren’t you gonna ask my name?»

«Is there a rule?»

«What?»

«Should I ask the name of someone just because he asked mine?»

«It’s polite.»

We locked eyes. In spite of myself, I asked him, I don't know why.

«What’s your name?»

«Melton. Just Melton.»

At that point, Enoch Green came outside, with a grim face and bad news.

«Let’s go.» he said, and he called me by his side, taking the horse’s bridles from my hands. He was in a hurry to leave.

«Lilian Bone, I'm gonna find you tomorrow at school, and I'm gonna sit with you at lunch.» He almost shouted.

I didn't reply, I just glared at him.

But he did. He really did. We have been inseparable since then. He worked himself into my heart. Constant, like it was a job he had to complete. It’s in his nature. I like that about him. If he wants something he is gonna put in the work to earn it.

He is still reciting my ballad

«She, looking thro' and thro' me, thoroughly to undo me, Smiling, never speaks.»

«No need to be dramatic. I’m sorry. I’m not sleeping well.»

He steals another kiss. I'm not sure stealing is the right word, since I put my arms around his neck.

«I know. No need to be sorry. I will steal you after the reaping.»

«If we both are still here.»

He must have sensed something in my tone, the fear I'm shoving down my own throat, so he puts my hands on his heart, and then he puts his hands over mine. I feel it beating under my fingers.

«We are both gonna be safe. We have been safe every year. This is not different. We escaped six years in a row. We are lucky. So very lucky.»

«Very lucky. What’s another year?»

«Right! What's another year?»

«Nothing.»

«Louder!»

Rosalind Mauve must have heard us, cause she calls out to me.

«Lilian Bone, we have things to do!»

I roll my eyes, brush my lips against his.

«For luck. I’ll kiss you again after the reaping.»

«Fine.» but he doesn't let my hand go until we rejoin the others. Then, after stealing a glance, he walks away with his cousin, while we go to the only place I won't allow him to follow me.

Deep in the woods there is a safe clearing, where Enoch Green buried our Ma and the twins’s parents. We all go there every year before the reaping. It's an old tradition. When we were little, Enoch Green used to take us, but now we are all grown up, so we go alone.

We go our separate ways, and me and Rosalid Mauve rapidly find the lavender colored stone that guards our Ma’s remeanings.

"Farewell! and when thy days are told,

Ill-fated Ruth! in hallowed mould

Thy corpse shall buried be;

For thee a funeral bell shall ring,

And all the congregation sing”

She softly touches the stone, she cleans it from the leaves like she always does, while I do the same thing to the white stone next to it. Our sister sleeps here, forever.

“Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot and has heard

In the silence of morning the song of the bird.”

Being superstitious as we are, you would think we would refrain from naming our children after tragic poems. How could my little sister escape her death when it was written in her name since birth? If I ever have a daughter I will choose her name from the happiest song I know of, so she’ll die when she is eighty.

But first I have to survive this day.

We sit for a while. I don't particularly love coming here. I don't know where they are, our dearly departed, but it's not here, under these rocks there are only bones. Rosalind Mauve always looks at the graves like they could someday reply to her silent prayers, so I keep her company. The truth is that I can't bear to leave her alone with the dead.

When she is finished we head back to our home.

Last night, while I was searching for blackberries, my sister repaired two old dresses of our Ma. This morning, she dresses herself in a purple shade, more lavender than mauve.

«It was her favourite.»

I believe her, mostly because I can't remember anything about my poor dead ma.

I’m not jealous, the dress suits her more than could ever suit me and I can't complain, because the one she chose for me looks perfect.

A white bodice, sewn on a red skirt. It’s beautiful.

When I look at myself in the mirror, I kinda get where Enoch Green is coming from when he says I look like her. Dressed like this I could almost believe him. I almost love it. How could I not? Everyone would grow to love their faces, if they would see someone they love in it.

I wish I could hug Rosalind Mauve, but today it would make her worry.

Instead, we spend some time doing our hair. I keep trying to make sense of my curls until I give up and let her do it, like when we were little.

She softly hums while she is at it. When she is finished, I stop her from moving away, pressing her hands on my face. I feel her stiffness. I know she would like to open my head, to chase away the bad thoughts.

She knows she can't help me. She crouches next to me and speaks in a calm tone, like she is pronouncing some kind of incantation.

«You are safe.» she says, cupping my face. I nod. «Last year.»

«Last year.»

We get interrupted by Enoch Green's whistle. Our ride to the city is here.

[nekoannie-chan]

Secrets Chapter 20: Visiting old friends part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1870 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: None.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it. If you wanna be added to the taglist, let me know.

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Steve came out a little upset after the meeting with Fury, he didn't want to go back to being that guy who was only used to making more money, making propaganda and continuing with the war.

“Steve," Kathleen called him, but he ignored her, surely she would say something to convince him, "Steven Grant Rogers! “she said loudly when she saw that he wouldn't stop.

Steve tensed and stopped, she had never called him by his full name, he felt like when his mother scolded him, he turned to find himself in front of her, and he let himself be guided to her office.

“They are not going to use you as they did in the army at the beginning," Kath began to speak, Steve sighed, she had read his mind, "I assure you that the world loves you, they have already seen you in action, you will not be alone, now it is normal that they do interviews to famous or important people, they will do the same to Stark, besides you will not dedicate yourself exclusively to that, you will continue going to missions," she explained to him.

“But they didn't include you, and you also did a great job, and yet they are not recognizing it like the others," the Captain replied

“The world still doesn't like mutants, Stevie, if they promote with me, it will be a negative campaign and we will go back to what happened more than fifteen years ago, it's for safety, you weren't there, but we mutants had to run away to survive," Kath gave a sad smile.

After that talk, Steve went out, Kath remembered that in two days she had to go with Doctor Pym, she went running to Brock's office, but she didn't find him, she was just about to leave when he appeared behind her since he had just returned to his office.

“Kitty, is something wrong? “he questioned since she never went to look for him in his office, it was the other way around or if she needed something she would text him.

“Brockie, hey, listen, I wanted to ask you a favor," he answered in a honeyed voice, making the other raise his eyebrow.

“If it's about the propaganda that Fury and Pierce want to do, I can't do anything about it, you know it's for your safety," he said as he crossed his arms.

“It's not about that, how lazy to be involved in any kind of propaganda, the real situation is... I haven't been shopping for a long time and I would like to skip Thursday's training, please," asked her with a childish tone while she looked at him.

“Kathy, you can't leave me alone with him," complained the Commander, referring to the Captain.

“I haven't said anything to Fury about your fights, but if they go on like this I don't think I'll have a choice," she threatened him while she tangled a lock of his hair on her finger.

“You know you are capricious and manipulative, you know how to convince me, okay, go shopping, but this time it's going to cost you," he replied amused, he couldn't deny her anything when she did those things, she looked so cute, not to mention his feelings for her.

“ What? “she asked cocking her head to one side, she was afraid he was going to tell her that he was going to accompany her.

“An outing together, I'll let you choose the place," he looked at her expectantly.

“Mmm okay, but you have to cover for me so no one finds out I'm running away from obligations “Kath smiled and kissed him on the cheek as a thank you, Brock was about to move so that the kiss would go somewhere else.

“ Rumlow! “A male voice called out to him, making the other two jump.

“Grant, what the hell are you doing here? “Brock asked when he saw who it was.

“I work here too," Grant answered as if it were the most obvious thing to do. Agent Anzai," he greeted her.

“Agent Ward, Rollins," he greeted the two men, "I have things to do, I'll leave so you can talk at ease," she ran away.

“That girl is going to be your undoing," Rollins mumbled.

“Didn't you learn anything at the Academy? If Pierce finds out, you know what will happen to him," Ward pointed out and Brock watched them angrily.

Kathleen entered the dining room of her house, she stood silently watching Steve, he had his eyes fixed on Peggy's file, she felt a pang of pain inside her, although she didn't understand the reasons, however, she remembered that in less than a week he was going to move to his new apartment, she approached him with the phone in her hand.

“Do you want to talk to him? “We can go see her if that's what you want," she took him by the arm to try to lift him, although it was obvious that she wouldn't succeed. Steve, sooner or later she's going to find out, it's better that she sees and hears it in person and not on TV or in some magazine or newspaper “he didn't know why he was telling her that, inside him, the pain was growing. Not to mention that for as long as he could remember he had always tried to keep that woman out of his life, there was something that disturbed him.

Steve knew that Kath was right, although Fury had not yet announced his "return to life" in an official way it was more than evident that explanations had to be given for what happened in the New York attack, however, he was afraid because he knew that Peggy had continued with her life while he was still stuck and he was completely sure that she hated him after everything that had happened. He had little choice but to agree to the mutant's proposal.

Kath opened a portal to get there faster, they were outside the house, and it seemed as if she was practically dragging him away as if he was a small child, she rang the doorbell and a middle-aged lady opened the door, judging by the uniform she was wearing.

“Mmm... Good afternoon, could you tell Mrs Carter that an old friend of hers would like to see her, please? “she asked with a big innocent smile and a sweet tone, she never failed when she used that tone of voice and made that face.

“No, Mrs Carter doesn't receive visitors," the nurse answered rudely while she crossed her arms.

Panic started to invade Steve and he tugged a little on her arm to make them leave, she ignored him and narrowed her eyes as she stared at the nurse, she used her mind control, it was not something she liked to do, but sometimes it was necessary especially when she was denied things.

“Come in, please, in a moment you will be able to see her," he said suddenly, letting them pass.

“What are you doing? “Steve reprimanded her in a low voice while he squeezed her arm.

“I know perfectly well that you want to see her and nothing is going to stop it, I only made things easier and stop squeezing my arm or you will break it, I am more fragile than you," she answered as she broke free from his grip.

A few minutes later the nurse returned to show them the way, they entered the room where Peggy was, and the old woman stared at them in shock, maybe she was dreaming.

“S-Steve, is that you? “she asked confused, Kath nudged Steve to come closer.

“Yes, Peggy, it's me," Steve reached over and took her hand, his face showing a lot of emotion.

“ Katherine? “Peggy asked as she turned to look at her.

“Mmm... no, Katherine was my great-grandmother “she answered, something in her head was starting to bother her, she was hearing incoherent thoughts in the old woman's mind, plus a few memories from her childhood were coming back to her head.

“But you look just like her, come here, I want to get a good look at you," she motioned with her other hand for her to come closer.

Kath approached and Peggy let go of Steve's hand to hug her, that made Kath uncomfortable because at that moment she saw in her mind a memory of Peggy.

“And I'm going to make sure you won't say anything about it, “the woman said while shooting someone.

The sound of the gun echoed in Kath's head; she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“ Kathleen? “Steve called out to her as he grabbed her shoulders.

“ Huh? “ was the only thing that came out of her mouth, that memory left her very confused.

“Peggy asked you a question," Steve scolded her.

“Excuse me, Mrs Carter, I got distracted, please repeat the question," apologized she as she blinked in confusion, even though she didn't know why she had called Carter by his first name, Steve looked at her strangely while Peggy tensed a little, but immediately regained her self-control.

“You sound just like Katherine, dear," Peggy said in a soft voice, and Steve nodded, "I asked you if you had any powers," he took her by the hand.

“Ah yes, sometimes it is useful, sometimes not, I can open portals to go places “ Kath answered quickly, her intuition told her that she should not give much information and less trust, however, she knew that this woman had access to the information in her Organization file; Steve frowned at the answer, he did not understand why she did not tell everything.

Then he listened to the conversation between Steve and Peggy about how they had found him and everything that had happened up to that moment.

When they returned to her house, she didn't feel like talking to anyone, she simply wanted to go to her bedroom and lie down on the bed, it hurt her what had happened, even though she knew it made Steve happy, she hadn't told him what had happened years before. He stopped her before she went in.

“ What was that? “he questioned her with a serious tone.

“ What are you talking about? “His mind was elsewhere.

“ Why didn't you tell Peggy the whole truth? “With one hand he lifted her face to look her straight in the eye.

“I never tell everything about myself to people I've just met as a personal rule, besides it's nothing of mine, if I took you it's because I wanted to see you happy, not to be interrogated," he answered her coldly.

“Peggy is incapable of hurting anyone," Steve said, he could notice a defiant look he had never seen in her before.

“People change over time and we all have a dark side, Steven, and you don't have the slightest idea of what has happened in people's lives over the last seventy years," she replied in a tremulous voice, breaking free from his grip and walked into her room, slamming the door and leaving Steve outside.

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[ochrearia]

Boyfriend for the character thing? :3

BEEFER slams him against a wall

Favorite thing about them: Ouh man. I know I write this idiot as actually speaking English in PoPr because I operate in the idea of GF acts like a TARDIS from Doctor Who and her magic auto-translates his beeping to understandable things for her, and Pico, Darnell, and Nene. But FUCK if I could speak in abstract musical beeping and shit I WOULD GIVE UP MY VOCAL CORDS FOR THAT IMMEDIATELY. Do you even know how much that would fix me if I could do that. If I could speak literal fucking music and people understand wtf Im saying anyways. IM JEALOUS OF THIS STUPID BLUE HAIRED FUCK GIVE THAT TO ME I WANT IT

Least favorite thing about them: Bro idk. I guess the idea that he's supposed to be 7 fucking feet tall. Man no the hell you aren't. You are like 5'5 at best. And you are STILL taller than me in that regard so shut up and stop complaining short bisexual kings gotta stick together

Favorite line: Looks directly into the camera like I'm on the Office

brOTP: BF and Darnell is so fucking funny to me. Darnell being smart but knowing he can get away with stupid shit with BF and BF just genuinely being dumb as rocks. Match made in heaven. And then Pico has to yell at Darnell for nearly killing his boyfriend because they wanted to see what happens if you put a metallic wrapper in the fucking microwave

OTP: Lol RGB is this even a question. Like I fuck with funkycule 5 too but I main RGB. To be completely honest. I feel like that's still a basic ass answer but I'm not really much of an OC x canon shipper personally. I'd kiss BF but like who wouldn't?

nOTP: Idk?? I guess?? I don't really have specifics in mind but like anything delving into incest or concerning age gaps is a given I feel like. Besides the obvious things I don't think I really have one.

Random Headcanon: THE AUTOTUNE MIC!!! I like believing that his singing voice in canon is completely created by the mic. His microphone has magic in it that sucks in his voice and autotunes it in real time to make it sound like that so he can fit into any situation without having to worry about his real voice being a shit fit for a rap. And he keeps his real voice hidden from almost everyone (almost... couldn't hide it forever from GF and Pico).

Unpopular Opinion: I. Do not know. I guess the idea that he's overly sweet and sappy to his lovers more often than being a horny asshole but that's just like. A personal choice for how I write PoPr. Don't get me wrong he's still a horndog like that is not something I can separate from him. I just like giving him depth... Maybe that can be my unpopular opinion?? Like I can understand flat characters are good too but also I do not care I'm unflatting him. And GF for good measure

Song I associate with them: something something synesthesia this is something you ALL should have seen coming from a mile away. nuuk winter. I'm not allowed to say anything else. I've already rambled about this on my previous synesthesia related posts that I'm too lazy to dig up right now but that one lol

Favorite picture of them:

he's so fucking stupid bro I love him

[inazumaclown]

Hey !

I really enjoyed the last chapters of "Le miroir des Dieux" (french reader/writer here héhé) ! The universe is cool, with ghost!Atsuya and all his (sassy) comments and the start of relation between Fubuki and Someoka. Oh ! and your illustrations are so cool too ! I like your art style !

I found in your old post mentions and arts about another fic, with mafia and investigation, I'm sooo curious about it, could it be possible to read it someday please ?

hi fellow français.e 🤝

thank you for the compliments first, it's really appreciated :)

i'm honestly still mustering the courage to re-read this fanfic, hoping to not find the story/the art/myself cringe as fuck

i'll need some time but i'll maybe post part 1 (which is a complete story in itself, called 'If you spit on the heavens they'll come to rain on you' bc of course it is) after i'm finished with The Mirror of Gods.

another problem lies in the english translation which i am too lazy to do and cannot leave it to someone else or i'll die probably

i can't promise anything, i'm sorry but stay tuned ! i'll make a post about it the day i'll stop being a coward

allez ciao les caves hon hon hon baguette

[xox-l0v3l1-l1y4-xox]

Okay y'all, I was being lazy before, but I had a scare where I had to back up my entire hard drive, including my Vocal Synth albums. TT But the good news is, now that the time-consuming part (uploading to MEGA) is done, I should be posting these much quicker! So, without further ado, this is the second one I'll share:

This is Bonus ＼(^o^)／ by Garuna (aka Owata P)! This album has a lot of the Owata P classics that I love: Paradichlorobenzene, Antichlorobenzene, Toluene, Rin-chan Now!, Gocha Gocha Urusee! (Stop Nagging Me!) and Kataomoi Samba (One-Sided Love Samba)! If you love them too, then here's a high-quality download for you! :3

All songs were extracted from the CD in FLAC format, so that they're the best possible quality without being too large! I tag songs like this: Japanese Name (Romaji name or English translation). The artist is the synthesizer (or synthesizers) credited for the vocals, while the album artist is the producer whose album it is. In the composer field, I put anyone who was involved in creating the song, regardless of who did what. If they mastered the song, they're there. If they manipulated the synthesizer's voice for the song, they're there. If they wrote the lyrics for the song, they're there. If the link doesn't work, shoot me a message to let me know. Otherwise, enjoy! ^^

[namitomoon]

Warning: rant

Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters Remastered is funny because it was a 20th Anniversary lazy remastering of the classic DM anime which consisted of a 720p filter and stretching the image so it fits into modern 16:9 TVs. At least Toei with DBKai actually made the effort of removing all the filler and (especially) the padding (which in the case of DM would be an enormous improvement because Jesus, sometimes it feels like a slog to watch)

To top it off, it has never been officially released into some form of home media like Blu-Rays or streaming. The only existing way of watching DM Remastered is to get ahold of the 720p HDTVRips in Nyaa (which btw stop at 144 because apparently the only guy in all of Japan who recorded and posted them suddenly stopped for...God knows why). Heck I think it could qualify for a LMW article.

No English speaking fansub has subbed the DMRemastered and you can't even use the original DM .srt sub files because NAS decided it was a cool idea to add a brief "Yu-Gi-Oh! 20th Anniversary" image at the beginning of the episodes. So the subs won't sync thank to those extra 5 secs.

There was one single fansub in Spanish that translated the Remastered episodes but...their webpage was taken down and apparently they didn't even make backup copies. Thank God some streaming websites got hold of them and posted them.

Idk it kinda pisses me off that Yu-Gi-Oh DM being such a classic and influential anime doesn't get the Kai treatment. Some episodes (especially the ones directed by Kagami and Hara) are such an eye candy to see, even locked in the SD 480p resolution. It's the same case as the original HxH and Rurouni Kenshin anime adaptations. It pisses me off that, being Konami and NAS production companies with such a huge quantity of resources, they can't even bother to make a proper "Kai" to DM.

I have opinions about DM and I will always consider it inferior to the manga (and thus would prefer, if given the choice, a full manga re-adaptation from zero), but I still believe DM deserves more care and respect. After all, while the manga is excellent, it's the anime that really catapulted Yu-Gi-Oh! worldwide and turned it into the famous multi-billion dollar franchise it is today.

[annbourbon]

Well but... I have a thing: I *need* speakers because of my hearing aids.

I usually try to use boosters on my headphones to not go blasting my music through the world... however as someone who is highly embarrassed already of taking a phone call, let me tell y'all a couple of things.

I don't know what in the world is different between music and phone but it does not help me to have headphones because I don't hear or understand anything. There are not subtitles. And. It distorts the sound. And believe me whenever I say I'm on the verge of crying every single time. Because usually it's my parents who call me. Despite of me repeating over and over again to just send me messages.

I also suffer, A LOT around my friends. Because they keep sending me voice messages. And funny thing here's: I told them, several times.

If you want to send me a voice message, keep in mind that I'm gonna grab someone else's ears and let them know the whole context, tell the whole story, in order to make sure they translate your messages correctly. That's how my mom, dad, brother and other people keep knowing about you. It's not because I don't want to keep your secrets. It's because you keep torturing me and sometimes not even bots who translate sound to text are able to help me.

Your messages are noisy, have a lot of background noise. People screaming. You're either in middle of a party or in middle of the town. And you keep your voice low. Like an ant whispering.

._.

Don't even get me started on you when we're face to face. If you have a mask I can't read your lips. If you don't have it, you're like him:

You don't even pronounce your words. You mumble. The other day I had a good laugh because I saw a lot of people complaining on how bad he is with it because you don't understand anything.

60% to 70% of the conversation is me trying to read your lips because you're speaking only for bugs to hear you, and really fast, with your mouth sewed. And some times you even hide your mouth. I never complained until now.

I speak Spanish, English, and I'm currently learning French, Japanese, Russian, Korean and ASL (at different times and struggling with stuff ofc)

I still have issues with pronunciation and hearing. But most of the time, programs, movies, series, radio and podcasts are people who actually know how to speak and pronounce, which is really helpful.

The rest of you? Please stop sending me voice messages because you make me cry and feel like a big traitor. And if you get angry with my behavior, keep in mind that I warned you that I would be sharing it. Several times. And you just said "I'm too lazy to type it all"

Well, then...

I hate being "obnoxious," or create issues around people like the post here is complaining. I always try my best to not be like that. I always do my best to be careful and go to a private space like the post here is suggesting. But I'm also stressed enough and tired enough, usually people around me are pressuring me to answer you ASAP. If I try to do it all by myself it'll take some hours. And I am honestly to fed up to keep caring about your judgement when you don't even care about me actually putting an effort on it.

Help me instead of complaining. Don't be lazy. Send me a long text. Otherwise I'll keep letting everyone know about it and putting my phone calls on speaker because

I don't have a choice

my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.

[endymia-conlangs]

Xyakàrasikàtut

fuck, I meant to save, not post!

spoken by the Xyakàrasta people (lit. translated as we who speak) is my lastest (wip) creation. It is a highly inflected language with probably the most oversized charts I could ever make. but first, I have to show you you the phonology!

(there's a fuckton more here so be ready)

Phonology

this here is the consonant inventory. you'd be right to guess I didn't mean that /q/ is a glottal plosive but I don't want to add a whole column for one uvular sound. I've also chosen to make the character ⟨j⟩ represent the sound /dʒ/. this is because I am lazy, speak English, and prefer ⟨y⟩ represent /j/ anyways. I also made ⟨c⟩ represent /tʃ/. now, for the vowels...

as you can see, I hate grids and don't think they really suit the liquid nature of vowels. all of the vowels here with diacritics are actually the result of dipthong flattening. specifically between the base character and whatever you wanna call the following phone in a dipthong. every vowel has a flat, acute, obtuse variant. the flat vowel is the base character without a diacritic (a, e, i, o, u). Acute vowels are marked with the uptick (á, é, í, ó, ú). and obtuse vowels are marked with the downtick (à, è, ì, ò, ù). acute vowels are some vowel plus /j/, and obtuse are some vowel plus /w/. although, dipthong flattening has happened to many and, for example has turned /ɪj/ to /i/ as well as changing others into the chart above. how does such a vowel system come into being? I dunno but it sure is fun!

"what are the allophonic systems like?" you may ask, thanks for asking! well when preceding /ɪ/, /i/, /j/, or /ɨ/, the sounds /h/, /x/, /s/, /z/, and /n/ become palatalized. this of course merges /x/ and /h/ into /ç/ because fuck you (not actually though that's mean please keeping reading my yap sesh). the rhotic /ɹ/ tends become the flap /ɾ/ inter intervocalically. as for where these sounds can occur? clusters can theoretically be infinitely long, except:

a fricative cannot directly follow a nasal or a plosive of different voicing or place of articulation (/pf/ is allowed, /ks/ is not)

if /l/ or /ɹ/ occur following a consonant, they become syllabic

nasals cannot follow stops

/s/ becomes voiced intervocalically

Grammar

nouns

there is a noun case system that accounts for amimacy or plurality in addition to whether something is a subject, object, instrument, or genitive/possessive.

this three-way animacy hierarchy is more of a grammatical category than fact, and the "plantish" or sometimes semi-animate largely contains abstract concepts like words and thoughts, in addition to things like plants, rivers, fungi, and sponges (the animal). the animate exclusively contains animals and people, while the inanimate is just things like rocks, cut lumber, tracts of land, and houses.

verbs

verbs are a little overcomplex, conjugated for past, present, and future, subject noun class, and one of 6 classes of evidentiality, the interrogative, the imperative, or finally the infinitive, all adding up to one extremely wide chart.

adjectives & adverbs

adjectives are largely similar to verbs except they don't mark for tense because that's always covered by the copula.

adverbs are, however, a little different

they flatten the semi-animate into the animate, and the paucal into the plural, as well as some of the evidentiality.

now, this is really simple by comparison as it's a pretty common system that word order is generally SVO, but due to all the headmarking and noun declensions and shizzle, you're also pretty much free to do whatever. what's a little odd, though, is that in the interrogative, it's fairly common to switch to OVS, but again, not madatory.

[lookbotsfollowmeyay]

That did not work as well as I had planned.

Evidently, if I don't have Tumblr to waste time on, I just roll around bored, play Cookie Clicker, or use my phone web browser to find entertainment (i.e. YouTube).

I am not willing to delete my PDF viewer app to stop myself from reading RoT. Absolutely not. I will get off my phone once I finish the 70+ volumes-then maybe I would just read RotTK (source material) to resolve the cliffhanger.

Bold words from a man on volume 33, who promised himself to stop after "one more arc", who is still addicted even after the guy previously mentioned to refuse to die has died to plot and canon reasons.

(Bonus: incomprehensible acronym translation because this blog is getting out of hand on these due to me being a lazy fuck. RotTK is always Romance of the Three Kingdoms BOOK unless otherwise stated. The RoT I use is not present on the acronym finder because nobody would talk about it in English, it is always The Ravages of Time, comic series. RotK is unrelated to all previous and means Return of the King, LotR. I cannot type in Chinese. Forgive my insolence.)

And no, I will not be reinstalling the mobile app and making 30 posts an hour.

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Interlude (BC) Chapter 32

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Sometime after dinner, Dragoslava and Desislav were winding down for the night. The meal was nice and they were pretty happy with their progress for the day. Both of them relaxed in Dragoslava’s room as the calm night carried on. Desislav was lying in bed and watching television while Dragoslava was at her desk, writing. Things seemed too peaceful, however. It was not that something bad was about to happen, rather something interesting.

Desislav was enjoying a documentary about the Descendants of the far north when the television began to mess up. The channel had gone to static, as if the signal had been cut. He wanted to tell Dragoslava, but something kept him from doing that. A new scene appeared on the screen, depicting a strange sight. An indigo flame was bouncing about in a city he had never seen before. And just like that, the scene was over. Desislav was brought back to reality by the sounds of the documentary.

“Drago, did you see that?”

“See what?” she asked as she paused her writing.

“That… the interruption.”

“There was an interruption? All I heard was the documentary.”

Desislav got up. “No, there was a… give me a second.” Putting together what he saw was bothersome, but he managed to come up with something coherent. “It was a giant cavern, a colossal cavern. One that is too big to describe. And there were upside down towers, carved into the rock. All of it was suspended above a white void…”

“Stop, Desislav. Do you know what you just described?”

“Um, do you?”

She nodded. “That sounds like The City of the Abyss.”

“What’s that?” He wondered.

Dragoslava got up from her chair. “It’s an ancient city beneath The Iron City, that our ancestors used to commune with the gods. Obviously it’s a sacred place and we can’t just go down there… Unless… What else did you see in your vision?”

“An indigo soul fragment.”

“Alright then…” Dragoslava went to her closet and grabbed her pack. “Dad and Englehart aren’t going to be thrilled, but I think we just got an invitation.”

Dragoslava quietly led Desislav to a building near Corentin’s house that opened up into a great cavern. This was known as The Ancient Cave. It was noteworthy for where it led to and the glowing, purple crystals throughout it. The walk through the cold cave was peaceful, with the only other sounds being flowing water and cave critters scuttling about. Eventually the two came to a giant, stone door that was covered in runes and symbols.

“Amazing… how do we get in?” Desislav inquired.

Dragoslava began operating a series of rings, lining up the symbols. “This lock. It’s a riddle, with the question written in the language of our ancestors. It always changes, so you can’t just memorize the riddle. The king is the one responsible for teaching the language to certain people among us, so you need to talk to him or someone he trusts. It’s not the easiest to learn, but it’s very similar to Descendian…”

“You’re not speaking English?”

“No, but I have been learning it for a while now.”

“What? Then how are you…?”

“Magic…” Dragoslava took a second to cease her translation spell, confusing Desislav. The words she spoke sounded so close to English, but were completely unrecognizable to him. “Don’t worry, most Descendants speak English. I’ve just been lazy.”

Desislav took a second to process what he had just heard. It was incredibly surreal for him. “I see… so what did the door say?”

Dragoslava giggled as she finished. “I can’t tell you, you silly goose. It’s a secret. I can say it was pretty funny, however.”

The great doors scraped and grinded against the stone floor, revealing exactly what Desislav had seen in his vision. The television did not proper justice to the utterly breathtaking, stone city. It was grander and more complex than one could ever imagine. Of note was that it was completely deserted. Dragoslava explained that no one was allowed to live there since it was a holy place. Plus the last thing they needed was someone like Milosh trying to set up shop below them.

Desislav followed Dragoslava down a winding path that took them to the main square (or what was deemed the main square by The Descendants). He looked over the edge of the platform, becoming filled with a great sense of awe. A strange, ambient hum loudly rang out in his ears as his vision began to distort. Dragoslava pulled him away, warning him of abyss madness if he stared too long into it. Continuing on, Desislav marveled at the buildings and rooms. The architecture was incredible, with fine details etched into the rock. How someone could build such a city boggled his mind.

“Alright, this should be the place…” Dragoslava said as she looked around.

Desislav noticed a stone altar before them. It resembled a tower mixed with a pyramid, and there were what looked like platforms for someone to stand on at the four corners of it. “What is that?”

“The Deep Altar. Whoever invited us should appear here, hopefully.”

They sat around and waited, as wind whistled throughout the empty city. Eventually a great rumbling shook the two as a giant head manifested in the air before them. One half was that of a woman while the other side was crystalline. Desislav was startled, but did not sense any ill-intent from it. Dragoslava on the other hand stood firm. She had a good idea of what was going on, but that did not stop her from being nervous.

“Desislav, Dragoslava! So glad you two could make it!” The entity had a female voice, yet its mouth did not move.

“You know our names?” Desislav questioned.

“Of course. You come to know everyone once you’re at my level… barring Bizarre Gods, but we don’t talk about them.”

“Right…” That weirded out Dragoslava. “So who are you, blessed one?”

“I am the God of the Abyss. Do not worry if you do not recognize me. I moved in recently due to certain events you two are all too familiar with…”

Dragoslava smiled, knowing all too well what the issue was. “Let me guess: Milosh, right?”

“Threrth has been meddling in the affairs of man for some time now, worrying me and the other Pure Gods. Sadly we cannot do much as he is an Old God.”

Desislav nodded and lightly kicked a loose stone. “Since I’m assuming you sent me that vision, what’s up?”

“Simple, I have a present for you, Desislav.” An indigo flame appeared in the air and floated down to him.

“A soul fragment, for me?”

The God of the Abyss nodded. “Indeed. I figured you could use the help.”

“Jeez, just like that… Now I know how Blood felt.” Desislav took the fragment into him. He felt his being become energized as he floated into the air and emanated a flash of light. “Haha, that felt good.”

Dragoslava patted him on the back. “Well thank you, God of the Abyss… but surely you didn’t just invite us down here for that, correct?”

“Very shrewd, Ms. Raynot,” she answered. “Aside from wanting to show Desislav the basics of ULTRAMagic, could you two have King Englehart come down here when he has a moment?”

“Sure, but why not just ask him yourself?” Desislav wondered.

“Desislav, don’t be rude” Dragoslava chided.

“No, no, it’s a fair question” The God of the Abyss responded. “There’s a Bizarre God masquerading as a Rogue God, calling herself The Sludge God. She seems to be in the Cosmos to help, but I’d like to keep my activity to a minimum while I confirm that.”

“That is unsettling,” Dragoslava asserted.

Desislav felt the same. “Fair enough, your divinity.”

“Fortunately this place is isolated from the Cosmos proper, so we should be safe.” The God of the Abyss then noticed that the pair were rubbing their necks. “Hold on, let me shrink down so things are more comfortable.”

Dragoslava was impressed by the half crystalline body. “I have to say, you are a beautiful god.”

She giggled. “Thank you. I’ve been quite worried about my manifestation since my true form resembles a 10th dimensional Ophanim with an uncountable amount of rings. Now Desislav, I have some important things to say in regards to your ULTRAMagic.”

He took a seat on a nearby bench. “I’m all ears…”

The God of the Abyss started out with a brief history of ULTRAMagic. At some point during the Epoch, a man discovered he could empower his soul with the fragments of others. He would go on to become a god-like entity that taught his knowledge to anyone willing to learn. This led to many gaining the trait, including the ancestors of The Descendants. Oddly the trait vanished for a time, but it popped back up when The Descendants hit their prime. This story was very fascinating to Desislav and Dragoslava.

“Amazing,” Desislav noted. “So this ULTRAMagic entity took it upon himself to seek enlightenment despite being someone who was not supposed to exist in the first place. A real rags to riches story, aye, Dragoslava?”

“Yeah, definitely. It’d be neat to meet him someday.”

“I hope you’re able to,” The God of the Abyss said with optimism. “The other gods were leery of him, but I always found him sweet and endearing. Sadly the last ones to see him were the Arbiters of Droom and they have no idea where he disappeared to. They were his previous students, but even that was a long time ago, going all the way back to the Epoch-transition phase of the Cosmos.”

“Well that’s a slight bummer” Desislav concluded. “So about my ULTRAMagic then?”

“Right! First things first: do not overexert yourself. Your ULTRAMagic can easily damage your mind and body if left unchecked. This is not a ‘no pain no gain’ situation: You will actually hurt yourself.”

“But what about Blood and Aureolus though? They’ve done some pretty crazy things…”

“Those two are unique cases, finely tuned for their ULTRAMagic.”

“And throwing my hat into the ring, I was born with it,” Dragoslava added. “I instinctively know my limits.”

Desislav processed all of that, wondering what his limits were. “Alright then. What else is there?”

“Sustenance,” The God of the Abyss answered. “Your magic will leave you hungry and drained, so stay well fed… but don’t go overboard. Another thing is don’t be afraid to learn all the magic you can. It will be intimidating, but you can do it. As an aside, two mages that will join The ULTRAMagic Guild, Ludwig and Rostislav, will show you examples of mages having trouble accepting their ULTRAMagic.”

“Well that’s not good. I hope we can help them when the time comes…”

“It’ll take them a while to join the guild, but you’ll get to meet them sooner than you think.”

Desislav got up and stretched. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens then. Anyways, enough talk. I want to see what I can do now…” This was followed by a yawn.

Dragoslava chuckled. “I don’t know, Desislav. You sound pretty tired.” She also yawned.

“Oh dear…” The God of the Abyss snapped her fingers, causing a nearby home to light up. “I often forget that entities like you follow lower dimensional time and need to sleep from time to time.” She led them inside the basic, yet cozy dwelling. The furniture was also made of stone, but the god had adorned all of it with things to make it more comfortable.

Dragoslava inspected the bedroom they were brought to. It was like the rest of the home, but it would do. “Eh, I’ve slept in worse,” she remarked as she got into bed.

Desislav followed her, noticing that the mattress was incredibly fluffy and soft. “Not bad, not bad at all.”

The God of the Abyss smiled. “Good night, you two. If you need anything, I’ll be in the living room.” She then left, gently shutting the door behind her.

“I like her” Desislav commented as the city outside the window opening darkened, mimicking nighttime.

“Yeah. I’ve heard that the Pure Gods are pretty cool like that. They’re pretty rare to encounter, however.”

Desislav went quiet for a moment, thinking about his magic. “I’m kind of nervous, not going to lie.”

“Don’t be, I’m here for you. And so is everyone else. We’ll make sure you don’t go overboard.”

“Thanks.” He then had a thought. “Drago, did Ethor ever consider gaining ULTRAMagic?”

She yawned. “Well, he was amazed by my ULTRAMagic. I guess my answer to that is what do you think?”

Desislav thought about it and laughed. “Whoops, looks like I already answered that question…”

“Exactly.”

“Now I kind of see why we don’t remember our past lives immediately. It would mess everything up.”

Dragoslava yawned again. “Uh-huh. Now off to bed. We need to be ready for tomorrow.”

“Right. Good night, Drago.”

“Good night, sweetie…” And with that, they both fell asleep. The soft bedding kept them warm from the cool abyss air as they dreamt peacefully.

Next: Chapter 33

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[lacenvs3000w24]

a chat about privilege

This week’s post is about privilege. In all honesty, it’s not easy to define such a loaded and multifaceted concept.

As McIntosh (1989) gave the analogy of the backpack to describe privilege, my own working definition of privilege is that it’s not like the trophy at the end of the race, handed to you while you huff and puff and feel the sweat trickle down your face from all the work you’ve just done. Instead, it’s akin to the trophy already on your bookshelf, with someone else’s (maybe your parent’s) name on it: you still get to admire the view of shining gold, but you never actually earned it, and you may take its superficial beauty for granted. it’s a fixture, one that you wouldn’t think to appreciate unless it was taken from you.

Privilege doesn’t necessarily give you everything, and you won’t always see it upon the silver platter. But it necessarily gives you something, some head start, some cherry on top.

In real life, privilege often manifests, crudely, as not having to worry about x, y, z, as an absence of these invisible barriers.

In interpretation and in general, our privilege is part of us, while also being completely separate from who we are. Privilege shapes who we become, without even consulting us (kinda rude, right?).

It shapes what we know

It shapes how we think

It shapes what we do, what we think we can do

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But when acknowledged, it can also play a guiding role — through deep reflection we can grab it by the reins and use it as a sort of reminder.

I’ve talked in my previous posts about how I think it’s important to understand yourself so that you can understand what kind of audience you can best serve. But that doesn’t mean only considering like-minded, similarly privileged folks. It doesn’t mean ignoring the problem, it doesn’t mean being lazy.

We can appreciate that our privilege has shaped us and how we see the world, and then we can take that knowledge and expand our perspective.

Our textbook mentioned Pease’s (2015) review about privilege and underserved audiences. Reading this made the issues really tangible, and instantly had me thinking about what I could do to try and reach out to such audiences (and really, it’s not that hard!).

As I mentioned in my last post, my (current) ideal role as an interpreter might look something like developing guided nature journals. it’s unlikely that I can capture every audience in this endeavour, and it is a big feat to try to ensure absolute accessibility to any kind of person.

But we take it a step at a time.

For me, this might entail offering the journal in multiple languages (perhaps having an original English copy translated by fellow interpreters who natively speak those different languages). It could also involve offering the journal as a “pay what you can” product or offering free copies to schools in underserved areas.

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The related concept of risk and reward was also thought-provoking in terms of my own motives as an interpreter. At this point, I must acknowledge that I’m someone with little experience.

I’m privileged to have grown up with supportive loved ones around me telling me to “just go for it”. But there’s a fine line between taking an opportunity for self growth, without fussing about the consequences, and misleading or taking advantage of an audience for the sake of self discovery.

Thanks for taking the time and stopping by for this one. Everyone’s story is so different and I’m looking forward to hearing them.

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References:

McIntosh, P. (1989, July/August). White privilege: Unpacking the invisible knapsack. Peace and Freedom, 10-12.

Pease, J. L. (2015). Parks and underserved audiences: An annotated literature review. Journal of Interpretation Research, 20(1),11–56.

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The party Night

Summary: You don’t really like partys, but you don’t hate them either, so why does that one had to be diferent?. Well, maybe because of the fact that your best friend is there acting more affectionate than normal with you. Oh, did I mention you like him?

Word count: 2.4K

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Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Pairing: Bad boy Hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, little Stranger Things AU (Reader is Steve's twin)

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, drugs, smoking, and sex, swear words, kinda heated kiss (it's my first time writing something like that but this isn't a smut).

Note: Hiii, this is my fisrt time publishig here, also it’s my first time doing an idol x reader fic so I hope you like it. Also, english is not my first language so I apologize if there are any errors of any kind (I literally write the hole one shot on spanish and then use the google translator lmao, but I also chek every single part of the one shot to try to see any mistakes).

Also, if you could please like and repost my post you would make me so happy :]

Parties were not quite your style, seeing people smoking between cigarettes or illegal substances, drinking alcoholic drinks and seeing them do anything stupidity because of the effects of these, having your ears saturated with the high volume of music, people screaming, and not missing one or another moan of pleasure out there.

Your brother Steve had dragged you to the party along with his girlfriend Nancy, using the excuse that you had to have some fun since that's what boys did at that age, you still didn't want to go, but he didn't care, since he ended up taking you anyway, using the excuse that Hyunjin was going too so you could hang out.

As soon as they got to the house where the party would be, Steve and Nancy went to god knows where, leaving you alone and surrounded by hormonal guys under the influence of illegal substances for their age.

You let out a sigh and began to walk around the house, looking for your redheaded friend, you thought that his hair being a very striking color would make it easy to find.

To your misfortune, it wasn’t.

You let out a big sigh to find yourself in the middle of the house, being pushed from one side to the other by the people around you, anywhere in the house was more or less the same distance, and you were lazy enough not to want to return to where you were before.

Despite that, you turned around to go back to where you were initially, but a whistle made you stop, you turned to the place where the sound came from and finally you saw him, he was at one end of the house, leaning disinterestedly against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers and a smirk as soon as his eyes met yours.

You immediately went to where he was, once closer to him you managed to recognize the shirt he was wearing, "Hotter than your ex, better than your next". You both had chosen it once when he accompanied you shopping, as soon as you saw it the same thought invaded your minds.

His father will hate it.

And that's exactly why he bought it.

—At least tell me that what you're smoking is legal. —you said while leaning against the wall, right next to him, Hyunjin let out a small nasal laugh and returned the cigarette to his lips, gave him a little smoke and turned to see you with a smile.

—The substance is completely legal —you just rolled your eyes at his mocking tone—. The real smokers are right there. —He said as he moved his head to the side, pointing to several boys who were less than 2 meters away, you hit his shoulder when the characteristic smell of marijuana filled your nose. He was at that end of the house for a reason.

—Moron. —you grumbled as he let out a loud laughter, his distinctive laugh was like music to your ears, and the smile that graced his face every time he laughed was completely sublime.

You wouldn't tell him though.

Not yet.

Little by little he calmed down his laughter, until it finally ceased, but the smile that adorned his face remained intact, and shortly after he smoked the cigarette again, you looked at him carefully, admiring each one of his delicate features, and you were so focused on it that you almost jumped when you felt his arm around your shoulders, giving you a hug.

—But, if one of these touch your pretty lips, we're gonna have problems sweetheart. —he warned seriously as he brought his face dangerously close to yours, looking directly into your eyes, you slowly nod without breaking the eye contact, and his expression relaxed, leaving a sweet smirk on his face.

Hyunjin only separated a little, enough to give another smoke and that the smoke didn’t reach your face, and from one moment to the next, his sight deviated from you, looking towards some part of the crowd, you took advantage of his moment of distraction to admire him again, this time more carefully; but you came out of your thoughts as soon as you noticed that the song that was playing in the background had changed, and despite that, Hyunjin was still staring at the same point.

—Who are you looking at so intently? —you asked looking at him curiously, he just turned his eyes towards you, and then diverted it again to the crowd, you likewise directed your eyes in the direction in which he was looking, meeting a girl, a classmate of your generation, it was somewhat popular for being pretty, but nothing else stood out—. Oh Olivia Moore. —you said with a smile seeing her, Hyunjin smiled sideways, while he nodded his head, confirming that he was looking at her.

—She's hot. —he commented as he exhaled the cigarette smoke for the last time, before throwing it on the ground and stepping on the tagline.

—Yes, she is —you agreed looking at the girl, she was really pretty, and she had a great body, which stood out a lot because of the clothes she was wearing at the time, adding the way she moved her hips while she danced—. So?, What's your plan? Fuck her now or at the end? .—you asked monotonously, you wouldn't be surprised if that ended up happening, you knew Hyunjin too well, and when he wanted something he got it, besides having his glorious face, there were few girls who refused to spend a single moment with him.

—Whoa, you think that badly of me? —he ask with fake disappointment, you just raise an eyebrow at him—. I mean yeah, I'm that badly, but you're supposed to act like I'm not. —he says with a "God, that's obvious" tone, you just place your hand in one of your jackets pockets and take a little sachet, but it was a special one.

A condom, in more detail.

—Use it with wisdom. —you say sarcastically as you held it out to him, he took it and looked at you with a mischievous look.

—Why did you have this in your pocket?. — he asked confused, he knew you well enough to know that you weren't the type of girl to go to parties often, much less to look for one-night stands, so the fact that you had a condom in your pocket was confusing to him.

—Steve —you answered simply, shrugging your shoulders in disinterest—. "Without balloon there's no party", that's what the idiot said. —you told him rolling your eyes, the redhead couldn't help but blurt out another loud laguh, because it was definitely something Steve would do.

The boy put his arm around your shoulders again, hugging you again, the smell of cigarettes was noticeable, you disliked having that smell so present, but it was compensated by the fact of having Hyunjin that close. You had a crush on him since you were 14, even though he was the typical guy who got into fights almost daily, he skipped classes and started having nights of pleasure from a very young age. But despite that, he was very attentive to you, he always tried to show you the best side of him, plus he knew you wouldn't judge him no matter what, so you were always there for him, just like he was for you.

And you were happy and satisfied with that, maybe you wanted to be something more, but for now you weren't complaining.

—How about getting out of here? —he asked as he looked at you with a sweet smile, you looked at him confused by what he said—. C'mon Y/N, I know you aren't enjoying being here, so let's go, I'll take you home. —he said as he took you by the hand and led you to the door.

—But what about Oli-?.

—I wasn't planning on spending night with her. —he clarified as he continued walking, Hyunjin had more experience in parties, so he knew how to move quickly among people, making them arrive quickly at the exit of the house, they both left there, the change of environment was drastic, despite the fact that you could still hear the music coming from the house, just getting some fresh air and not seeing girls your age trying to take jobs away from strippers was reassuring.

You gave a big sigh as you left the place, Hyunjin turned to see you, smiling when he noticed how you relaxed being out of the place.

—That much you wanted to leave?. —he asked you without taking his eyes off you, taking the liberty of intertwining his fingers with yours, you just nodded.

—Don't you think my brother will get worried when he doesn't see me at the party?. —you asked looking at him, Hyunjin just shrugged his shoulders, not taking the matter very seriously.

After a while of walking, you finally reached your house, you opened the door and walked in being followed by Hyunjin.

—God, the party left me exhausted. —you sighed as you dropped into the couch in the living room, Hyunjin looked at you with an unbelievable expression.

—You were like 15 minutes there with me, what are you exhausted for?.

—It's your fault for being so close to the marijuana boys, that shit it's overwhelming for a novice. —Hyunjin let out several laughs at the nickname you had given them, shortly after he approached where you were and squatted to be more or less at the height of the couch.

—Well, I'm glad that you're a novice, princess.

—Sure, now, good night, leave whenever you want. —you said as you closed your eyes, Hyunjin blinked a few times at your sudden action, and rolled his eyes.

—You shouldn't sleep here on the couch, Y/N.

—Shut up and let me sleep —you groaned as you settled more comfortably on the couch, the boy clucked his tongue, and a few seconds later you felt him lift you off the couch, carrying you princess style—. What the hell Hyunjin?. —you asked looking at him, he just smiled at you angelically and started walking towards the stairs.

—I don't want you to hurt your back from sleeping on the couch. —he said as he started up the stairs.

—It's just one night, Jinnie. —you said quietly as you closed your eyes, although that action made you unable to see the smile that adorned the redhead's face when he heard you call him that.

—I don't fucking care, princess — he said as he entered your room, and then gently left you on the bed, while he sat on the edge of it, admiring you with his gaze, you noticed, and connected your eyes with his, dark brown eyes meeting (e/c) ones, he was fascinated with you—. You know, there's something I wanted to tell you, since a while actually.

—Well, say it then. —you answered with a sweet tone.

—I like you, Y/N. —he announced in a honeyed way while he smiled broadly, the tone in which he had said it was a serious one, like he really mean it, but you weren't sure about that, he had given you no sign that he saw you the same way you saw him.

—Sure, probably you are high, who knows how long you were close to the marijuana boys.

—Y/N, I'm not, I swear! —he exclaimed exaggeratedly as he lay down next to you, you only laughed at his tone, only you knew the side of him that acted like a tantrum 6 year old; Hyunjin being closer to you made you look into his eyes, and you witnessed how his pupils were completely normal, you could tell since you had seen him in all possible states, and right now he was in pure sobriety —. I'm not lying. —he clarified, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips constantly and repeatedly.

You could n't help but blush intensely at his words from him, you wanted to scream for hearing those words coming out of his mouth from him.

He likes you back.

He fucking likes you back.

—I could never lie to you. —he says in a soft murmur, almost whispering, holding your face with both of his hands, he starts to get dangerously close to your face, but he didn't dare to touch your lips, giving you only one chance to back away if you wished.

But you didn't.

Of course you didn't.

And without waiting any longer, you felt his lips on yours almost instantly. He brush his lips in yours, slowly and gently, being as delicate as possible, he had a rhythm that you could easily follow; His hands went to your waist, and he pulled you to him without warning, making you gasp.

The feeling was amazing, his soft lips had a taste that you didn't know before, but it was addictive, you almost thought you could get high. Your hands that previously rested on his chest now encircled his neck, as you ran your fingers through his long hair, and you felt how he melted into your touch.

Without breaking the kiss, the redhead positioned himself on top of you, one of his knees between your legs, and the simple rice made you let out a soft moan, and Hyunjin couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

He press your clit once again, teasing you, this time you let out a soft whimper, but in revenge you bite his bottom lip, and now it was his turn to moan, a mocking smile appeared in your lips, and he couldn't help but laugh and peck your lips one last time.

—Do you believe me now?. —he asked leaning back next to you, taking your hand and leaving a tender kiss on your knuckles.

—I like you too Hyunjin. —you said smiling as you intertwined your fingers with his, Hyunjin hug you, making you rest your head on his chest, while leaving caresses on your back.

—I'm glad —he says in a murmur, not hiding his beautiful smile—. It was a nice kiss though.

—Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that… —you admitted with your face burning because of your shyness, Hyunjin let out a loud laguh because of the tone you used, he thought you were just too cute.

You settled into your bed, getting ready to sleep, and in a matter of minutes you were completely asleep, while cuddling him.

This was the best party night that you could ever have.

[naresnani]

on Violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein / Adam Kain | Words: 2k

Tags: Scriptfic, screenplay format, Political stuff, Slow burn

Summary :

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

One man's last fight against Obsidian's imperial control drags the Rhodolite 'noble beasts' into the fray. Thinking that he is useful for their own cause, Nokto plays along with his schemes, until both of them are not sure anymore which one of them are playing each other.

Notes: I am officially giving up on tumblr's formatting. Not enough curse words in the english language are enough to describe it. ANYWAY this fic is in AO3 only because GOD BLESS AO3'S FUNCTIONAL HTML AND CSS EDITOR. This post will include some preview of the chapter. thank you stopping by :)

Edit: edited the format and added the entire scene instead of just a snippet. still too lazy to post the full thing tho

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ACT ONE

INT. DARK ROOM - DAY

Here is a dark dusty room. Here, we can only infer the daytime by the small hole in the wall, streaming sunlight that misses the only furniture standing inside the room, the table and chairs. The two men sitting across from each other could barely see a face in the other person. 

One of them is someone we already know, Nokto Klein the 7th Prince. He is forcing his eyes to be able to see and write under this lighting situation. The other man is his prisoner. He sits leaning forward two hands on top of the table as if he's cuffed (he is not) and the way he tilts his head shrouds his expression in more darkness. However, he is very calm. 

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NOKTO

Alright, so. You are...

ADAM

Mochammad Adam.

NOKTO

Mochammad Adam... Kain?

ADAM

Kain is my father’s name.

NOKTO

Could you spell out your name, please, it would be helpful for me.

ADAM

M.. O.. C.. H.. A.. two M’s.. A.. D. . and Adam as how you usually spell it.

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The prisoner has a foreign accent, but the words fall comfortably from his mouth. His countenance and appearance suggests that he comes from a far different culture than the prince. Nokto dutifully nods as he writes each letter into the prisoner's file. His tone and demeanour are unlike his usual bravado. It reeks of fake compassion. Over-pacification of the situation. 

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ADAM

May I ask, what exactly are your reasons to be here, your Highness?

NOKTO

Well? Like we discussed. I’m here—on behalf of the royal court—to set things straight with your father’s side of the family.

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A subtle eye roll. 

ADAM

(amused) 

... Sure. Only the two of us. And are we waiting for them, or?

NOKTO

Oh, no. I’m representing them.

ADAM

You?

NOKTO

Yours truly.

ADAM

Is it a prince’s job to...represent noble families?

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The prince chuckles.

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NOKTO

If I may be honest–

ADAM

I would prefer it if you do.

NOKTO

I am here since... This counts as a diplomatic matter. You and your mother, as I gather, comes from Obsidian–

ADAM

The Obsidian imperial government has nothing to do with this.

NOKTO

Yes, regardless, this is still, should we say...an inter-state matter.

Adam resigns to the cards he's being dealt with. 

ADAM

Will I ever be talking to my father's family directly?

NOKTO

They may come up in the future.

ADAM

In the future.

NOKTO

Uhuh. Bottom line is, sir Kain, right now all we’re doing is playing catch up. You father's will aside, we don't actually have you yet on our records. Nothing we can do before that, I'm afraid. We’re going to finish this up very quickly though, I promise you.

Clearly, none of this is actually about waiting for his name to be written on some paper. But Adam plays along anyway, as both of the men have silently agreed on doing. Adam points out the suitcase kept under Nokto’s chair.

ADAM

Inside that suitcase you've kindly taken away from me—I’ve brought everything you will need. It’s all translated for you. Record of birth, father, mother...

Nokto wagers the man's intentions before reaching down,  pulling the suitcase up on the table. He tries not to rummage too much but he finds inside it some boxes, one clearly of matches and the other a cold, silver one. Could be of cigarettes. He pulls out the papers filling the rest of the case.

They truly look like documentations of sorts, made with a very rudimentary printing method that doesn't sit the ink well. But in the dark he can make it out enough. 

NOKTO

Oh, so your tribe keeps records like these! That's very impressive. 

We can feel Adam's irritation even through his blank expression. 

NOKTO

Sorry I mean, this is a very helpful–

ADAM

Yes we do, only very recently. We’re starting to document every person that we can.

NOKTO

It’s very handy isn’t it. Although I bet it’s a pain in the ass—excuse the language—to file in that many people all at the same time. God knows how much I hate paperworks even on good days.

ADAM

Well... as I found out, it's not that much work.

As Nokto completes what he needs to fill out, he notices something about Adam's documents. 

NOKTO

The format looks close enough to ours.

ADAM

Hm. That would be because my father taught us from his years of working in the court.

NOKTO

Ah. That would be it. Isn’t that an interesting history for your people.

ADAM

Sure.

Wrong again! Sitting quietly in mutually acknowledged awkwardness, Nokto finishes up the document.

NOKTO

Alright, well, sir Kain–

ADAM

Call me Adam.

NOKTO

Sir and Lord-to-be Adam, before I go, it would be nice if you could tell me... what exactly uh, happened here. What exactly transpired that led to this.

Here it is, the real purpose of their meeting. 

ADAM

I think you’ve heard it all. 

NOKTO 

I heard everything that you've done, but not your perspective.

Raised brow. 'Is that really, actually what you want to know?' 

ADAM

(sigh)

Well, what your Highness needs to understand, is that my father passed away in our home, in Yashpar. You've read his will. We sent messengers to his immediate family but they always replied by kicking us out. After a week has passed, we have no other respectful choice but to bury him.

NOKTO

Yes. This matter. Before all this happened we have received demands from the late Marquis’ family regarding the return of his... remains. However we thought this was clearly not the King's business at all. I believe they strictly want him buried in Rhodolite? 

ADAM

Yes and that cannot happen anymore.

NOKTO

I know Lord Kain made it very clear in his will how he wished to be taken care of after his passing, but um, how should I put this...

Nokto drums his fingers on the table.

NOKTO

Regardless, your actions today risks sparking up international concern.

Adam leans back on his chair. 

ADAM

It happens every other day. I’m merely defending our territory in self-defence. Is that a felony?

NOKTO

Yes, well, we will get to that, we definitely will. 

The door to the dark room is opened, letting out light into what now obviously looks to be a prison cell. Nokto is clearly acting as an interrogator. Not a friend, nor a sympathetic filing clerk. The 'good cop' at best. 

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