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ff milk skin story translation.

translator. wanted to share this cute little flavor story for milk’s new skin, master of demons. a lot of it retells the events in milk and coffee’s backstories - what happened to their MA, how satan’s coffee house was founded, why it’s called that - but i found it a much-improved retelling, lol.

i usually translate for the ff wiki, but figured i’d post this one here too. if you have any questions or corrections, feel free to message me!

Today was spring cleaning for Satan's Coffee House.

Without my even realizing it, a long time had passed since Coffee and I first came to this forest. In the beginning, there was only him and I - but now, many new friends have joined in.

And as the number of people at Satan's Coffee House increased, so too did the amount of stuff we accrued. Since we had some spare time today, we decided to tidy up all the things from days gone by.

"...this is your dress?" Black Tea suddenly asked. I turned my head and saw that she had found a long black dress in a pile of my clothes.

"It might be." I thought it looked familiar, but it definitely wasn't my style.

Black Tea bent down again and pulled out a much heavier object from where she'd found that dress. "...and this one?"

She pointed at that massive black battleaxe, looking at me like she was seeing me in a new light - and I finally remembered.

That outfit was from a very, very long time ago - a time before Satan's Coffee House even existed.

Back then, Coffee and I lived in the township with our Master Attendant. Until one day, a great fire killed our Master Attendant and left our home in ruins.

To realize Master Attendant's lifelong dream, Coffee and I opened a coffee house in the township. With Tiramisu's help, business went well.

But not too long after, Tiramisu came to me secretly and told me the truth. This prosperous scene we saw was actually something Master Attendant had asked her to create. Humans had not actually accepted this new beverage called "coffee" - they only braved drinking it because Tiramisu was offering kickbacks.

Furthermore, Tiramisu revealed that Master Attendant's death was not an accident. It was in fact a murder by those who objected to food souls and humans being treated equally.

I asked Tiramisu why she told this to me, and only me.

She responded that after Master Attendant died, I seemed much calmer about it than Coffee did, so she felt that I would more quickly recover from the shock of knowing the truth.

She said, too, that she was very worried about Coffee. The truth had to come out eventually, but she saw how much love Coffee had put into this coffee house. After hesitating for a long time, she finally decided to tell me the truth and let me decide what to do.

"You should tell him. He will make his own decision." That is how I answered Tiramisu.

The next day, the store was as busy as it always was, and I did the things I needed to do as I always did.

Even though I knew the people in front of me might be forcibly suppressing their terror just to smile at us, that the coffees I so carefully packaged for them might just be sneakily thrown away after they left, I did not show any signs of unease.

We were merely buyer and seller. It did not matter why they came here, so long as they paid me and I provided the service we offered.

Then, Tiramisu arrived. Without causing a fuss, she asked to speak to Coffee alone.

That day, even when the coffee house closed for the night, Coffee did not return. I closed the store and cleaned up. Finally, I found him alone on the roof, staring blankly into the distance. Tiramisu had already quietly left some time ago.

Coffee seemed to know everything. He looked at me; I waited for his decision.

After a long moment of silence, he finally opened his mouth. "Let's leave this place. Let's go somewhere where people can't find us."

I had already prepared myself for whatever he might say, but when he said it for real, it took me a moment before I could respond to him calmly. "Okay," I said.

After that day, we spent a little time packing our belongings and closed down that short-lived coffee house. Coffee was in low spirits the entire time, but he said nothing to me. When we were together, he was always the one who led the conversation; now that he was silent, I did not know where to begin.

This continued until the day before we left. After I finished packing my own bags, I noticed Coffee sitting in the coffee house. In front of him were the empty tables and a single key.

That was the key to Master Attendant's house, and that was the home that Coffee and I once lived in. But in the great fire, our door had burnt away. This house key no longer had a purpose.

I rarely tried to guess at people's thoughts; that was too troublesome for me. But today, I was struck by a sudden desire to do something for Coffee. So I asked him, "Do you want to go home and look around?"

After the fire, we had not gone back. Coffee did not want to dwell on old memories, while I simply thought it did not matter what happened to the house if Master Attendant was not there. So I, too, never went back.

"Coffee, I don't like repeating myself."

"...no, I don't want to go. Tomorrow, we'll leave this place. I don't want to do something irreversible because I got upset."

"Then you should go back and rest. I'll go take a walk."

Coffee stood up. As he walked by me, he patted my head as if he were trying to comfort me - but right now, he seemed more in need of comfort than I did.

I considered the key that had been left on the coffee table, and then I walked over and picked it up.

The fire had turned Master Attendant's house into a wasteland.

I didn't know why Coffee still had lingering feelings towards a pile of broken shingles, but I had decided to come here in his stead. Perhaps this way, he would feel a little happier.

But as I walked through all the black ash, I couldn't find anything to even represent our Master Attendant. I wanted to bid a final farewell to him - but nothing was left.

I looked in every corner until finally, I found a milk crate that had fallen over near the door. This milk crate had been blackened entirely; it was nothing like how I remembered it. But when I recognized it for what it was, I suddenly felt a twinge of emotion.

Back then, one of the jobs Master Attendant had given me was getting milk from this milk crate every morning. It was a boring job, and I constantly rebelled against it, but in the end, I couldn't talk logic into him.

"It might seem like a repetitive task, but there's still something different about it every day. The milk you get each day is different, the temperature of each day is different, the flowers in the garden are different, and..."

He was too long-winded. I didn't care to listen, so I would simply turn and leave.

Later on, Coffee became a part of our lives. Once, he secretly told me that Master Attendant did all of this on purpose. Master Attendant thought my feelings towards life were too bland, and only when I was forced to do something repetitive would I seem a little more "lively."

In other words, it was just to make me angry. Truly a man of poor taste.

Back then, I often thought it would be better if I didn't have to do this kind of repetitive task. But after Master Attendant left us and my thoughts became reality, I didn't feel any happier.

Thinking about this, I decided to open that milk crate one last time. I intended to put the house key in it - perhaps that could be considered a fitting farewell.

But entirely outside of my expectations, the crate was not empty. In it was a letter.

Because the milk crate was far from the ignition point, the letter had escaped the all-consuming fire. Perhaps this was the only thing left in this world that belonged to Master Attendant. 

I opened it.

Even more unexpectedly, this letter had been left to Coffee and me by our Master Attendant. Before the incident, Master Attendant had had a premonition that something might happen, so they encouraged Coffee and me to leave. When he was alone, he hurriedly wrote this letter - and soon after that, he was attacked by those of the opposing faction and perished in the fire.

The letter was horribly long. It was just as long-winded as Master Attendant.

There were a few important points.

Master Attendant believed that food souls were heaven's gift to the world, so he had always fought to have the people around them accept the existence of food souls. But he had also understood that if he sacrificed himself for this cause, then Coffee and I would likely flee from humanity, never to return.

So he could only leave us this letter. He said - in this world, there are many places where humans need the help of food souls. He hoped that we would continue to help people, but that this was his own selfish wish. He could not order us to do so, so he left this letter in the milk crate.

"With the way you've always hated this crate, Milk - perhaps when I'm gone, you'll never open it again. So, I'll leave it up to fate to decide if you see this letter or not."

"Of course, on the slightest chance that you, Milk, will once again be willing to open this crate, see this letter, and even read to this point, I just want to say - see, even if you've done the same thing ten thousand times, sometimes there's still serendipitous results, right? So in the end, this argument is mine to win."

...what a truly persistent man.

I took the letter back to the coffee house and told all of this to Coffee. After he read it, he was silent for a long time.

Our bags were already packed; tomorrow's carriage was already booked. The coffee shop had already been sold to a new owner. But I knew none of this mattered. The important part was what he thought of it.

Should we help humanity? Or should we flee from them?

"Go to bed early. Tomorrow, our departure time is rather early."

In the end, that was his answer.

After Coffee and I left the township, in many parts of Gloriville, mysterious black mailboxes appeared overnight. People were surprised and terrified; after all, no one knew who set them up.

This was Coffee's idea. In the end, he still decided to give humans a chance.

To use Master Attendant's words - a mailbox like this might only have the slightest chance of someone writing or sending a letter in it. This was all he was willing to offer.

Since humans thought food souls were terrifying creatures, then we would use the equally terrifying Satan as our logo. Coffee wanted to see under what circumstances would humans surrender to their desires and, without regard to the consequences, make a deal with those they considered demons.

For a long time, the mailbox remained empty.

Until one day, the first letter showed up. But this letter's contents were far different from what we had expected.

The writer was a child. He used simple and childish words to explain that his village had been destroyed, and he was willing to trade his soul to the demons in exchange for his parents' lives.

Without hesitating, we decided to visit that address of this letter.

Surprisingly, in that village, we saw Tiramisu, who we had not seen for a long time. She was helping with the wounded in the village in arranging a recovery plan for after the disaster; she seemed quite practiced at the task.

When she saw us, her eyes lit up and she immediately recruited us to help out. We worked until nightfall, until everything was finally organized.

"Good thing you came! It was your hard work that made everything go so smoothly." Tiramisu had been busy all day, but her face still held a smile. The happiness and gratitude, too, that the villagers showed Coffee and me left us at a bit of a loss.

We quickly left that place.

On the way back, Coffee suddenly told me that he finally grasped a bit of what Master Attendant's letter had been about.

Humans did not naturally hate food souls - rather, they were too weak, so they felt fear at the sudden existence of a stronger force. They were weak; that was why they wanted to get rid of those who were not.

I expressed my agreement.

When we came back, Coffee and I wrote a response to that child's letter, using the names of his parents. We told him that his parents were doing well; they were living in a place called Satan's Coffee House, and even though they were not by his side, they would always protect him.

Afterwards, with Coffee's "encouragement," I bought a black dress and pretended to be a real demon to deliver that letter to the child's house.

When the child finished reading the letter, he held it to his chest like it was a precious jewel and fearfully stared at me. "Are you going to take my soul?"

I answered him, "Of course. But your soul is too little right now. We have decided to leave it with you for now, for at least a hundred years."

That was the story behind this outfit.

The story of Coffee and I, and the story of the entirety of Satan's Coffee House, began in that moment.

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ff black forest cake backstory

translator. much of this drama has been based on a single summary of black forest cake’s backstory. some people have said we shouldn’t jump to conclusions before seeing the full text, so i wanted to share this and let people come to their own conclusions.

i tend to be a more liberal translator and i focus more on getting the meaning across than giving a literal translation. i have tried to give a more literal translation here so as not to bias the reading, but this was also done quite quickly. i’m happy to discuss details of the translation if you’d like clarity, or if people have any corrections.

i leave no comment on the content. this is for you to read and find out.

ONE. DEFENDER

To a city, laws are a very important thing.

No matter what it is, it must have a law; if there is no law, then nothing can exist.

8AM, every morning. That is when everyone gets up from bed and begins their day's work. As always, I patrolled the streets, holding my gun; as always, everything was in order.

I took a deep breath. The air held the sweet scent of kirschwasser and high-quality milk chocolate. All was as perfect as black forest cake with kirschwasser.

I couldn't resist closing my eyes and stretching lazily, my arms reaching towards the sky.

Suddenly, a tremendously loud sound came from outside. Mixed with thick smoke and firelight was the sound of a fallen angel assaulting a person. Even though the alarm was ringing, the people in the city did not panic. Instead, in an orderly fashion, they followed the instructions of the soldiers to leave and find shelter.

I hefted my gun and went towards the city limits, against the flow of people fleeing. Those evacuating all spoke their concern for me.

"Lord Black Forest Cake! Please be careful!"

"Big Sister Black Forest Cake! Good luck!"

I smiled confidently at them, then hopped onto the rooftops so I could take the quickest route to my destination. As they had been trained to do, the soldiers used the shields in their hands to entrap the fallen angel.

Under my soul power, the gun in my hand began to spin rapidly. I didn't have to spare it much thought. After my arrival, the soldiers and officers quickly evacuated, leaving me space to do battle.

After checking that everyone had left the area, I looked at the fallen angel with a nasty smile.

"Now that everyone's gone, I don't have to hold back! Come at me!"

Cherry bullets unceasingly penetrated the fallen angel's massive body. No matter how quickly it could regenerate, it couldn't save itself. The constant outpour of the bullets broke the heinous fallen angel into many pieces, and it reluctantly dissipated into nothingness.

"Amazing!! Long live Black Forest Cake!!!"

Those hiding all around me emerged from their hiding spots, waving their hands and cheering. What was a destructive disaster for other cities was merely insignificant for us.

After checking our losses, we confirmed that no one was killed by the fallen angel except the one who was originally attacked.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it is my responsibility to protect this city.

Watching the guards nimbly get to work repairing the destroyed house, I sat on a pile of ruins nearby and observed them all working together with great gusto, and I couldn't help but smile.

All this is the result of a clearly-defined order.

Everyone does what I say. Isn't that great?

TWO. KIRSCHWASSER

At that time, our city was not too big, not too small. It didn't have anything special about it. The people, too, had few ways to improve their lot in life. But despite this, our city had a special product that no one would fail to praise - precious, sweet, delicious desserts. And of those, the one that was most recognized and yet could only be tasted here was the one and only black forest cake.

We had a secret recipe, unique only to us, and only black forest cakes produced through this secret recipe could be considered real black forest cakes.

The greatest secret in this recipe, and the greatest trick of the trade there was, was the kirschwasser I loved so much. At my suggestion, the black forest cakes that had kirschwasser added to them became the object of everyone's desire.

This was something our city could be proud of.

One day, as I went through my daily inspection, I encountered my future "general" - Spaghetti.

The clothes he wore were complex and expensive; the price of their fabric could have paid for a year of clothes for many in the city.

The dazzling necklace the girl wore could've paid for enough grain to feed our city for who knows how long...

As I thought of this, that person guessed my thoughts, and turned to face me. "Are you the defender of this city?"

I raised an eyebrow. My nod served as an answer to his question.

"The desserts of your city are delicious, especially the black forest cakes. Would you be interested in using them to enrich your city?"

I looked at the hand he offered me, and I couldn't help but feel a little caught off-guard.

I always thought that all I could bring this city was a safety others did not have. But in fact, could I also help everyone become rich?

III. ORDER

Spaghetti's plans were highly effective.

We announced the black forest cake as a limited special offer, and also gifted a few as snacks to traveling merchants.

Soon this dessert, unique in its flavor and aroma, attracted many gourmets who devoted their life to pursuing delicious foods. With their help, our city soon became famous on this continent.

For the sake of this delicious flavor, an uncountable number of people journeyed up to half a month just to come to our backwoods city.

Merchants saw the profit black forest cakes could bring, and they wanted to trade them to the entire continent.

Under Spaghetti's guidance, I declined their offers.

And so, more and more people came to our city for black forest cakes, and the wealth these people brought allowed everyone in the city to change into more luxurious clothes.

Spaghetti also told me, once everyone had a certain amount of wealth, then we should increase the requirements for the black forest cakes.

This way, our black forest cakes would always be welcome. We also had to strictly control the population in the city, so people would not leak the secret of the black forest cakes to outsiders.

Following his directions, I enacted strict laws, but I believed everyone would understand my actions. After all, this was for the sake of our city.

Everyone had to work in the production of the black forest cakes, for this way we could ensure the supply of black forest cakes would not stop. Everyone had to keep their interaction with outsiders at a minimum, for this way we could ensure the secret would not be revealed. Everyone had to make sure that only the best ingredients were used for the production of the black forest cakes, for this way we could ensure the black forest cakes we made would be enjoyed by everyone. Everyone had to ensure each black forest cake contained kirschweisser, for a black forest cake without kirschweisser was against regulations.

Everyone...

I looked at this law that had been drafted and nodded, and I handed it to the captain of our self-defense forces.

I thought everyone would be happy to obey these laws, just like before. After all, my laws had never been wrong.

But, just like Spaghetti said...

In this world, not everything will go as planned.

IV. DESIRE

After the laws went into effect, at first, everything worked as planned.

Just like before, everyone precisely followed my requirements. Our city became better by the day.

We wore the new clothes that previously, we could've saved for a year and still not been willing to spare the money for. Every meal could be accompanied with the best wine.

All of this was the result of having the correct orders.

Because of this, I was very grateful to Spaghetti. Without him, our city would not have been as glorious as it was today.

But as we were tasting desserts after the evening feast, Spaghetti's face seemed unusually serious.

He looked at the report in his hand, brow furrowed. Through his worried expression, I could tell that something we had never expected had happened.

"Black Forest Cake..." "Spaghetti? Has something happened?"

He hesitated, not telling me anything, but he kept furrowing his brow. After a long time, he didn't give me an answer, but rather put away the document in his hands and hid it behind him.

"Nothing, it's nothing important. Let's keep eating."

Spaghetti was not the type to hesitate. He must've found something, but since he was always so soft-hearted, he didn't want to tell me.

It was just like the kind of good person he was that he'd keep bringing back useless people like Stargazey Pie, and go through all efforts to heal them.

Recently, he brought back another person who looked so very weak, and had been helping her treat her disease...

Thinking of this, I looked at the time. At this time every day, he would go to tend to that girl who looked like a mermaid.

Seeing that he had left the building, I went to extract that document he'd hidden in a drawer.

The message on that document left me enraged.

No wonder. No wonder Spaghetti, that guy, wanted to hide it from me.

They dared!! They dared!!!!!!

I went to the place where the self-defense force stayed, and surprisingly, found no one there.

Suddenly, familiar sounds from outside attracted my attention.

When I arrived at the city gate, I found those that I had previously trusted the most were currently directing a big group of people to furtively put their belongs on the car and deliver it out of the city.

"You. What are you doing?"

I stood at the city gates, looking at the self-defense force captain holding out his arms to protect the other people behind him. He didn't seem as respectful as usual. Even though he seemed somewhat timid, yet he still looked at me with that same brave gaze he looked at fallen angels with.

Like facing a fallen angel...

"L-lord B-black Forest Cake, we - we want to leave this city."

I looked at the cowardly girl hiding behind him. I didn't recognize her; she wasn't one of the girls who had been in the city before.

The girl saw my gaze and shrank entirely behind the captain.

"Why?" "Because... because I love her! She came by our city, and we fell in love at first sight! Lord Black Forest Cake, please forgive us!" "Then, the others?"

I heard the unexpected coldness in my voice, a coldness that didn't seem like me at all.

Perhaps they thought by telling the truth, I would forgive them, so they each explained their own reasons.

I looked at these people, and slowly, I asked them, "Then, what about me? Are you betraying me?"

"No, no, no! We'll come back to see you! We won't tell the secret of making black forest cakes to anyone! But... but we really can't live like this, like robots, having even our sleeping moments controlled by you... Please. Let us leave." "You traitors..." "Lord Black Forest Cake!" "Traitors..."

I didn't know when he'd arrived, but Spaghetti had come to stand behind me.

"Black Forest Cake... I'm sorry... It was my fault... I shouldn't have told you those methods. If these humans hadn't had their first taste of success, if that hadn't made them greedy for more, then none of this would've happened."

I saw his apologetic gaze, and I raised my head a little and let out a self-mocking laugh.

"This isn't your fault. It's their fault. They tasted a little sweetness and that only made them hunger for more, and that's their fault!" "Black Forest Cake..." "Spaghetti, you don't have to say anything. If they want to leave, then I will let them leave."

In their surprised and happy eyes, my laugh felt strangely calm.

V. BLACK FOREST CAKE

Black Forest Cake was summoned by an extraordinarily self-disciplined military officer. When he left, she took upon her shoulders the responsibility of protecting this rural little city.

To her, orders meant everything.

In this city, no one could defy her orders.

In the beginning, her orders were just to establish a self-defense force that would react quickly to fallen angel attacks.

Her orders slowly changed the city for the better. This was something everyone could see for themselves. So everyone happily accepted her orders and followed them to the letter.

But from one day - they didn't know exactly when - they realized that Black Forest Cake's orders had become harsher and harsher.

It was not just the previous nighttime curfew. Black Forest Cake's idea of production meant she wanted to control everyone's everything. No matter if they were sick and could not work, they would not have a moment of rest.

And so, this last set of laws that were proclaimed were the straw that broke the camel's back.

People had no way to control who they loved, just as they had no way to control the weather.

Faced with the Black Forest Cake who had once so kindly protected them, they did not want to hurt her. So they chose to leave quietly.

But they did not realize that this would be seen by Black Forest Cake. "If they want to leave, then I will let them leave."

When they heard this, people felt relief and joy, as if a great weight had been lifted from their backs.

But they never thought that Black Forest Cake use her own soul power to attract the enemy that they had long forgotten - the fallen angels.

They faced the terrifying threat of the fallen angels head-on for the first time, and those creatures, emanating evil from their greedy eyes, stared at this group of helpless people.

The only existence who could save them had walked back into the city walls, and said with a kind of coldness they had never seen from her before, "I only protect the people of my city. You lived under my protection before, but now, I no longer have the duty to protect you."

From within the walls, Black Forest Cake listened to the cries and pleas for mercy of those outside. She raised her head and closed her eyes, leaning against that flimsy city door. Her glove-clad hands tightened into fists many times. Only when the terrible screams outside the city stopped did she finally open her eyes.

Spaghetti, who had been standing by her the entire time, did not speak. With what little comfort he could offer, he patted her back.

"You cannot force humans to understand us. We and humans... from the very beginning, we were different. You have done your best..."

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reblog if you want a boyfriend like this

boy: girl, look up into the sky and count the stars

girl: wow that's a lot

boy: that's how many league of legends games i've lost

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a bird apartment

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Definitely an interesting read, but the data presented here is a little misleading.

NPR’s chart shows the % of women in the field, not the total numbers - which makes it appear as though women were forced out of computer science. That’s not the case. If we look at a direct comparison of number of men and women receiving CS Bachelors’, we get this graph: (source)

In 1984, the number of women in CS actually increased. However, the number of men in CS increased at a greater rate - leading to the disproportionate drop in the % of women in CS. NPR’s conclusion is fairly logical - it wasn’t that CS suddenly became a hostile field for women, but rather the effects of personal computers and games being marketed heavily towards boys.

What Happened To Women In Computer Science? 

For decades, the number of women in computer science grew faster than the number of men —until you get to 1984. At that point, the percentage of women began to plunge (even as the share of women in fields like mechanical engineering, math and physics kept rising).

So what happened? What was going on in 1984?

NPR’s Planet Money tried to untangle this question and the answer is complex.

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Akatsuki no Yona  (◡‿◕✿)

a hero, can fall. the light, can become the dark. an innocent, can be guilty. the powerful, can become powerless. a child, can be a victim. a hunter, can be hunted. the brave, can be terrified. an optimist, can lose all hope. the caring, can be unkind. a genius, can lose their mind. (x)

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“I am the proud princess of the Kouka Kingdom, so I should not complain but rather do something about it myself.”

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Mistborn feels 

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well son, a blog is formed when your loneliness and your narcissism fall in love with each other

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Yemen from the ISS, photographed by astronaut Barry Wilmore [1600×1065]

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“The crows that live in Tokyo use clothes hangers to make nests. In such a large city, there are few trees, so the natural materials that crows need to make their nests are scarce. As a result, the crows occasionally take hangers from the people who live in apartments nearby, and carefully assemble them into nests. The completed nests almost look like works of art based on the theme of recycling.” - Yosuke Kashiwakura

Yosuke Kashiwakura/National Geographic Photo Contest / Via proof.nationalgeographic.com

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Lan: No one must know where we are or where we are heading. Do you understand?

Rand, Mat & Perrin: *nods*

Stranger: So where are you lot off to?

Rand: *gives clear instructions*

Mat: *writes down directions*

Perrin: *draws map*

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In the spirit of April Fool’s day, 2 = 1. (Source/Explanation)

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A new study on layouts may surprise people who think ‪comic ‬pages are read like text

Common wisdom is that people read comic page layouts the same way that they read writing — For English speakers, that’s left to right and then down (known as the “Z-path”).

Research from UC San Diego’s Neil Cohn indicates that several spatial arrangements can push readers to deviate from this order. These manipulations include separating panels from each other, overlapping one panel onto another, and using a long vertical panel to the right of a vertical column to ‘block’ a horizontal row. 

Cohn asked participants to order empty panels in comic page layouts that manipulated these factors. All manipulations caused participants to deviate from the conventional Z-path, and this departure was modulated by incremental changes to spatial arrangements: The more layouts deviated from a standard grid, the less likely participants were to use the Z-path. 

Overall, these results reinforce that various constraints push comic readers to engage with panels in predictable ways, even when deviating from the traditional Z-path of written language.

Read more about the way readers navigate comic page layouts. 

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A preemptive project to help me start to learn the constellations. I’ve had so much fun digesting the mythology and stories behind these constellations, and am looking forward to the larger scale scope of this project. Hopefully I’ll be making some heavy progress towards a broader encompassing series of diagrams and maps for the night sky.

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