#1-facio

[el-costae]

OCs height chart [silhouette form]

1-facio is the world they live in and they live in pseudo-britain

OC names left to right:

• Tav-Agādha Eoptolemaeus Mu Shulin Solais Il Diavolo (Alias: Il Diavolo or Shulin Solais)

• Cesare Balteo

• Rom Seng Ba

• Oreste Beau Ventura (Alias: F. Blom-Oreste, the F stands for Favonius)

• Reab El Costae [my current persona]

• Shaula, Kierscht Lanceolata Johannes or Kierscht Asael (Alias: D.P-Lambda)

odd names, but it’s because all of them are non-human except for Oreste

this is Reab, next to Levi Asael, one of my tallest characters at default height

[whump-tr0pes]

Aqua Sancta

Lux in Tenebris masterlist here

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 of a (no longer little) arc of Dee having a fever

This comes about a month or so into the First Recovery arc.

Author’s note #1: Thank you so much to the kind reader who left a wonderful comment on this fic on AO3 and singlehandedly resurrected this arc after almost two years. People don’t realize how some kind words can inspire someone to write again even when the Juice(TM) isn’t flowing like it used to.

Author’s note #2: This chapter is heavily inspired by a piece written in response to this prompt. I was so sad to discover that the blog has since been deleted, taking with it one of the whump pieces that absolutely got me my start.

Content warning: sickfic, fever, delirium, demon whumpee, past torture, nonsexual nudity, misunderstanding whump, language whump, past religious abuse, religious themes, past burns, ‘it’ as a pronoun, past drowning, manhandling, begging for death

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The demon was screaming. Ilya had never heard such a sound in their life. It was as if an animal was being torn apart, horrible broken wails piercing their skull and making their skin crawl. They forced themself not to slap their hands over their ears, forced themself instead to hold their hands out to the demon that was crouched against the bathroom door.

It – he – was naked, bathed in sickly sweat, his eyes wild and fixed on the bathtub filled with water. Gooseflesh rippled over his body as he huddled and twisted away from Ilya. His fangs were descended and bared, but he cowered away, fingernails scrabbling at the door. Dara stood at Ilya’s shoulder. She drew in a deep breath, let it out. The smell of ozone momentarily washed away the smell of sweat and fear in the bathroom.

“Dee, please,” Ilya breathed. “We aren’t going to hurt you. You just… you just need a bath, Dee. You’re sick. We just need to bring your fever down.”

Fevered eyes locked on Ilya’s.

“Non intellego,” Dee sobbed, voice strained and broken. “Non intellego, obsecro ignosce me, obsecro, numquam ego facito iterum, obsecro dice m-mihi quid feci iniuriam, numquam ego facito iterum—”

Ilya glanced at Dara. “What—”

“It’s begging again,” Dara said through her teeth.

Ilya took a hesitant step forward. “Dee, no—”

They were cut off by a heart-rending shriek. “NON. Non facio… Si vis recitare verba tui ordinis, ero… Est…? Pater noster, qui es in cœlis—”

“We don’t need you to recite the goddamn Pater Noster, demon,” Dara said through her teeth. “Is that what they…? Jesus Christ…”

“Wh-what?” Ilya breathed.

“—sanctificetur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum—”

“Stop,” Dara ordered. The demon’s recitation ceased, but it continued to whimper and sob with every shuddering exhale.

“What is it?” Ilya said, glancing between Dee and Dara. “What is that?”

“It’s the Lord’s Prayer,” Dara said darkly. “It’s part of the catechism. Normal shit for us, but… if demons are around when that stuff is said, it hurts them. And if he was forced to… recite it… Jesus fuck, is there nothing these motherfuckers didn’t do to him…”

“Obsecro,” Dee sobbed. “Miserere, angelus virtute, faciam quod vis, sed obsecro, ni aqua sancta, faciam QUID…”

“Shush,” Dara snapped. She rubbed her temple. “It’s probably almost as painful for him to recite the catechism as it was to be burned by the holy water.”

“Oh, no,” Ilya whispered. They pressed their hands to their mouth. “Dee…”

The demon looked at them blankly, eyes wild, chest heaving. “Obsecro,” he rasped. “Obsecro, virtute.”

Ilya took a shaking breath. “So what do we…?”

“I think we just… do it,” Dara said. Her jaw worked. “It’s not going to understand until it’s actually in the water. Not in its current state of mind.”

“H-his,” Ilya breathed, trembling. They blinked tears away and swallowed hard. “H-he said that they… m-made him drink it, too.”

Dara could have been made of stone beside him – a statue on one side of the room, a snarling creature on the other. An eternity seemed to pass before she shook herself and muttered, “I’m going to slaughter those motherfuckers someday.”

Ilya spared a glance at her. “But—”

“Let’s just handle this right now,” she said with a bite to her voice. “Let’s just… get them… him… feeling better. We need to get this fever down. It might be why he’s acting like this in the first place.” She adjusted her soft leather gloves. Ilya nodded took a step towards the demon.

His slitted pupils blew wide. He snarled and snapped at them.

Ilya gasped and fell a step back. Even though there was still a full step between them, there had been power in the bite.

“D-Dee,” Ilya breathed.

Dara huffed out a breath. “That’s enough,” she grumbled. She strode forward and seized the demon with her gloved hands.

The demon let out a scream that lanced Ilya down to their soul. They could do nothing but watch as Dara took Dee’s wrists in one hand and wrapped her other arm around his chest, holding him tightly against her so that he could not turn his head far enough to bite her. He twisted and writhed in her grip.

“NON,” he shrieked. “NON, OBSECRO!” He snapped uselessly at the air and kicked out at nothing.

“Dee, it’s… it’s okay,” Ilya said weakly, reaching out a hand to comfort him.

“No,” Dara snapped. “He’ll bite.” Ilya drew their hand back. Dara effortlessly carried Dee, screaming and writhing, to the bath.

“OBSECRO, OBSECRO, NECA ME, EGO MORTI DE MANIBUS LIBENTER, OBSECRO VIRTUTE, OBSECRO.” Ilya’s head was throbbing with Dee’s screams. Dara lowered Dee over the bath. He drew his legs up to his chest, suddenly trying to cling to her. He sobbed his heart out and tried to bury his face against her shoulder. She held him out away from her, avoiding his teeth.

“Dammit,” she breathed.

“Just do it,” Ilya said flatly. Their chest ached, but they forced themself to look at Dee. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with them over Dara’s shoulder.

“Ilya,” he croaked. “Help me.”

Ilya bit their lip and looked away. Dara held the demon out away from her and quickly lowered him into the lukewarm bath.

The demon convulsed with a scream when he hit the water. Bathwater spilled over the side and onto the tiles. Dara kept a firm grip on his wrists and on the back of his neck as he scrambled to escape the bath.

Ilya rushed forward and fell to their knees beside the tub, no longer caring about the risk of Dee’s fangs. Dee’s hands were balled into terrified fists in Dara’s grip, but Ilya covered his hands with their own.

“Dee,” they said urgently. “Dee, look at me. Feel the water. Is it burning you?”

Dee whimpered and found Ilya’s eyes, confused and frightened out of his mind. He shivered under Dara’s hands and froze. Ilya could tell that her grip on the back of his neck would leave bruises.

“Careful, Ilya,” Dara said through her teeth.

“I am being careful,” they said back, quelling their anxiety, the anger that flared when they saw how tightly Dara was still holding Dee even though he was no longer fighting her. They reached out a shaking hand and stroked it through Dee’s hair. It was soaked with sweat and splashed bathwater. “Dee,” they murmured. “It’s okay. We would never, never hurt you.”

Dee’s throat worked. He blinked, his chest still heaving. Slowly, slowly, he pushed his head against Ilya’s hand. The same rumbling sound Ilya had heard before filled the small room.

Dara blew out a breath. Dee turned away from it and blinked as if she had breathed cigarette smoke in his face in the close quarters. As slowly as Dee had moved towards Ilya, Dara released his wrists and neck. There were bruises where her fingers had been. Ilya swallowed hard and tried not to look.

All at once, Dee slumped against the side of the bath. Dara’s hand shot and seized his hair as if she was about to restrain him again. Ilya shot her a glare, and she returned the look. Ilya quailed and shifted their eyes away. Dara released Dee’s hair and stood.

“I’m staying in here,” she said firmly. “In case he… gets frightened again.”

“That’s fair,” Ilya said. They gave her a grudging nod. “I get it.”

“Eva is changing the sheets right now,” Dara said. “And after we get him back in bed, we can feed him. I think that will help a bit.”

“Yeah,” Ilya said distractedly as they drew their fingers through Dee’s tangled and sweaty hair.

“Ilya,” Dara said, and Ilya looked back up at her. Her brow was furrowed. “It… it is dangerous. You know that.”

“He,” Ilya said as they set their jaw. They looked back down at Dee. He was shivering violently, but he seemed so exhausted that he could barely hold onto the side of the tub.

“He,” Dara corrected. “Sorry. Old habits. But my point still stands.”

Ilya nodded. “I know,” they whispered, and the admission burned their tongue like guilt. “But he’s dangerous because he’s scared. And I…” Finally, they raised their gaze to Dara again. “If I can, if it’s… possible, for him, I want to show him he’s safe. And that he doesn’t have to be scared anymore.”

The demon under Ilya’s hands moaned softly and heaved a wracking cough.

  Translation of the Latin lines here:

“I don’t understand,” Dee sobbed, voice strained and broken. “I don’t understand, please forgive me, please, I will never do it again, please tell m-me what I did wrong, I will never do it again—”

…

They were cut off by a heart-rending shriek. “NO. I don’t… If you want me to recite the words of your order, I will… Is that…? Our Father, who art in Heaven—”

…

“—hallowed by Thy Name: Thy Kingdom come—”

…

“Please,” Dee sobbed. “Have mercy, virtue, I’ll do whatever you want, but please, not the holy water, I’ll do ANYTHING…”

…

The demon looked at them blankly, eyes wild, chest heaving. “Please,” he rasped. “Please, virtue.”

…

“NO,” he shrieked. “NO, PLEASE!” He snapped uselessly at the air and kicked out at nothing.

…

“PLEASE, PLEASE, KILL ME, I’LL DIE AT YOUR HAND GLADLY, PLEASE VIRTUE, PLEASE.” Ilya’s head was throbbing with Dee’s screams. Dara lowered Dee over the bath. He drew his legs up to his chest, suddenly trying to cling to her. He sobbed his heart out and tried to bury his face against her shoulder. She held him out away from her, avoiding his teeth.

Continued here

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[elmoshipsbyler]

imagine if i started writing byler essays in the format of a formal academic paper

with proper language and charts and “see Figure 1”s, all of that stuff, but it’s about why the rinkomania fight scene is gay or an analysis of why mike is a cringefail loser

“Hence, due to the significant shift in facio-ocular communication (See Figure 1), it can be concluded that Wheeler was surprised by Byers’ statement. When Wheeler said, “[they were] just friends”, there had been a possibly romantic connotation, as is often the case with the former in other forms of media [1].”

Figure 1.

[1] literally everyone

[thelioncourts]

"Facio ut Facias" Interview with the Vampire (2022) Armand/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: E; Chapters: 1 of 2; Tags: Human AU, Power Imbalance, Power Dynamics, Boss/Employee

"I do that you may do"

When he was little and the summer paid its annual visit, Louis and his siblings would fill up a plastic kiddie pool with the hose attached to the back of the house. The pool was their stage and the sun their blaring stage lights. Sometimes they would engage in sea battles, their toy boats becoming imposing pirate ships, their green army men becoming pirates, and every splash, every joyful scream, every dramatized “Oh no!” as a ship went down was the performance behind it all. Sometimes Grace, his sister, would beg and guilt them into playing mermaids, the saddest “Please, Louis!” and “Paul, for me?” quickly becoming an enthusiastic “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” before the intricate story of the captured mermaid, her best fish friend, and the king of the oceans resulted in lots of feet-flapping and water sloshing over the pool’s rim. And, sometimes, if Paul wanted to stay inside and Grace was at a friend’s house, Louis would go out to the pool by himself, relishing in the cooling effect of the water and sometimes putting his face under just to see how long he could hold his breath.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…

When he would resurface, a gasp for air loud in his water-clogged ears, he’d count again, this time to steady his heart.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…

Nowadays he needed to steady his heart for many other reasons, usually ones related to his too-high blood pressure for any twenty-six-year-old. And to do so, he didn’t just count anymore. No, now he counted, the numbers slow and precise as they crossed his mind, but they were paired with the thrumming of his fingers on whatever was the nearest surface. His pointer finger always was the strongest sound, falling in the pause between two numbers, and when he felt centered again, he’d drum out a happy beat. Just for him.

As of right now though, he’d counted to fifty three separate times and had even taken breaks between each attempt at finding his peace to fix the collar of his shirt, to adjust his posture, to consciously put a stop to his bouncing leg, and yet he couldn’t get his breathing quite right, couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was drowning in apprehension, couldn’t —

A paper coffee cup, all white except for the blue logo of the Warehouse 88 coffeeshop down the road etched on the front, slammed down on his desk. The few drops of still-warm coffee that escaped from the tiny drinking hole in the lid landed on Louis’ hand and startled him out of his fourth attempt at counting, his eyes opening, a sound of protest leaving his mouth.

“I lost my spot,” Louis said without explanation, wiping his other hand across the coffee splattered one before glaring up at Bricks.

He might as well have been glaring at a wall for all the impact his glare had on Bricks who simply leaned against the corner of his desk, her hip resting against the drawer he kept his notebooks and personal calendar within.

“And I cannot tell you how little I care about your ‘spot,’” Bricks said. Still none-too-gently, she pushed the cup of coffee closer to Louis, her manicured nails only a shade lighter than the Warehouse 88 logo.

Bricks was one of the digital marketing managers here at Romanus Nisus Technologies and she was damn near the best. Nothing got by her. Every detail was seen, every possibility was thought of, and every “I” and “T” got dotted and crossed as long as she was working.

She had been on the hiring team that interviewed and brought Louis on, and beyond the Big Boss, as she — affectionately, Louis was pretty certain — called him, her questions were the most intimidating given how ill-prepared he felt for them, how much thinking they required him to do on the spot. She had also been one of his biggest advocates once he was hired, not letting anyone steer him in the wrong direction or take advantage of his newness.

And here she still was, checking in on him on what would be the make-or-break day of his career here.

Louis eyed the cup warily. “I can’t drink that, Bricks. I’m already too nervous and the caffeine will just give me more jitters.”

“No, the caffeine will keep you from getting a caffeine-headache. If you do get a caffeine-headache, you’ll be useless and will probably end up crying or yelling. It’s pretty fifty-fifty on which it’ll be.”

“That’s not —” Louis started to protest, but any and all protests died quickly, shriveling up into nothingness in his throat. They bloomed out into a sigh instead, a heavy one that raised Louis’ shoulders damn near to his ears before letting them fall heavily. Atlas tabling the world.

It was true, afterall.

Louis was notorious for his coffee, needing it like air to get through the day. It wouldn’t be smart to not have it today, to risk his addiction getting the best of him.

“What are you so worried about?”

Bricks’ voice was quieter, unobtrusive in Louis’ ever-running psyche, and when Louis looked at her again, really looked at her, he could see all that this was: her worry about him.

It meant more to him than even the coffee.

So he truthfully answered her. “Everything.”

She rolled her eyes. “Really? One little review has you contemplating the meaning of everything?” She pushed the coffee even closer to him.

“It’s not just one little review,” Louis said, and he leaned back in his chair, legs extending out in front of him uselessly. “It’s the end of my probationary period. If they don’t like me, they can let me go.”

Bricks rolled her eyes even harder. “They’re not going to do that.”

“How do you know?” Louis asked, and there was an edge to his voice, like he might push, like he might act out and say, “You’ve been here since it was a startup, you didn’t have to do all this.” But he didn’t.

“Because everyone likes you,” Bricks said. She said so without room for argument, said so with conviction, and she leaned down into his space, crowding him against his own chair as she continued with, “There’s not a person here who doesn’t like you. Well, maybe except that crazy-ass lady —”

“The one who thought that I was trying to steal her man because he wouldn’t quit touching me at the party we had a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yeah, that crazy-ass lady is the only person here who doesn’t like you. And she don’t count. So that leaves us with an office of fifty-three other people who do like you.” Before Louis could say anything, Bricks continued. “And that leaves us with you being on nearly the same level of crazy as that lady with her delusions that you want her balding man. Do you really want to be associated with her in any capacity?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought. Now drink your coffee, do your job like normal, and when you get called back to see the Big Boss, keep your cool, keep your head high, and go get that rave review you’re going to get.”

She turned and started walking back to her office before Louis could even reach for the coffee and he sighed again, still eyeing the cup a bit warily, before he picked it up and brought it to his mouth.

I’m going to buy her the biggest gift basket ever, Louis thought as he repressed an almost-moan from escaping him at the first taste of his favorite Warehouse 88 latte, the maca root latte. It’ll have at least three different bottles of wine. And a month’s worth of face masks. And a gift card to that massage therapy place. And a DoorDash gift card too.

He took another sip, feeling the heat of the drink travel all the way down his throat before settling comfortably in his stomach, warming him from the inside out. After a few more worshipful drinks, he turned to his stagnant computer monitor, shook out his shoulders a little, and settled in.

Bricks was right — she was always right — he just needed to work. There was nothing else he could do about the review anyhow. Not now.

Louis was a conversational design consultant. Artificial intelligence was, arguably, the fastest growing technological advancement of the 2020s, and Romanus Nisus Technologies was a leader in its implementation and ever-growing performance. It was a lot of writing and a lot of research, things Louis was an expert in, and he was good at it. He, and the rest of the design team, would put together dialogue, writing it and responding to it, in order to simplify, eliminate, automate, and encourage customer problems and connection.

Right now they were working with an up-and-coming fantasy sports league app designer. Louis was assigned to work on the exceedingly complicated search function, something that sounded simplistic but got really finicky when artificial intelligence was put in. It was especially finicky for something so expansive given that this particular fantasy sports league app was international and all-inclusive with its sports options.

Cracking the knuckles of his fingers and taking one more long drink of his latte, Louis got to work.

By the time lunch rolled around, Louis was in the zone. He was hardly thinking at all about his review, his brain now too focused on getting all he could done before the Zoom meeting he had to be on with their Dubai office later. His fingers were flying across the keyboard, his eyes darting between his split computer monitor screen, his mind firing away with a hundred different thoughts at once, and it was so much going on that he, once again, was startled by Bricks’ approach. Instead of a coffee, it was her hand covering the mouse of his computer, shaking it violently across his screen and dragging one of the charts he’d created out of alignment with the rest of the file he was working on.

“You’re the worst,” Louis said, snatching the mouse away from Bricks, unable to be serious at all about it when she was laughing infectiously.

“And you’re embarrassing. Eyes nearly bugged out of your skull.” Even though she was the only one actively harassing him, there were a few others standing behind her, smiling familiarly at the banter he and Bricks always fell into, and Bricks nodded her head back at them. “We’re going to lunch. Probably down to the bistro on Greenbriar, but we’ll go to that diner on Jillane if the bistro’s too busy. You want to join?”

Her tone was casual, but her eyes were demanding, telling him without telling him to get his ass up, put on his coat, and walk with them to lunch. And he was hungry. As soon as he had snatched the mouse back, his stomach had growled, rumbling deep and equally as demanding as Bricks’ stare.

But…

“I can’t,” Louis said. He leaned all the way back in his chair, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt to avoid looking back up. “I’ve got a lot done on this file, but I need to clean it up, get it perfect, because I have that meeting with Dubai soon. I’m just going to stay.”

He didn’t need to be looking at Bricks to know that she was upset with him.

“Can we get you anything?” Anne, one of the SEO managers, asked.

Louis smiled at her and reached into the pocket of his coat hanging on his chair, pulling out his wallet and rifling through it for a couple bills. He looked up at Anne, then at Bricks pleadingly, handing forward the money.

“Another latte? To get me through the day?”

Anne agreed cheerfully, not at all reading the clench of Bricks’ jaw, and Louis kept his pleading gaze, trying to soothe away her worried irritation. Bricks snatched the money out of his hand.

“I’m keeping the change,” she said as she turned on her heel.

Louis wasn’t going to argue with her one bit about that.

It took a few moments to get back to work properly, and those few moments of not working were enough to get him dwelling on his inevitable review meeting today.

He tried to put his mind back to where it was, tried to remember exactly what he was going to say next, and so he reread what he’d typed so far, getting as far as halfway down the page, to where he said, “...Cialdini’s authority principle is an ethos appeal, relying on…” before he got distracted by Rashid walking hurriedly in front of him. He was talking into his earpiece, the words mumbled and not meant for the ears of others. Louis watched him until he disappeared down the hallway.

Rashid was the Big Boss’ personal assistant. He was a quiet man, always dressed in subdued colors, always fiddling with his iPad, always doing whatever it was the Big Boss needed him to do. When the Big Boss traveled, Rashid traveled. When the Big Boss was staying late, Rashid was staying late. When the Big Boss held an all-staff meeting, Rashid stood right beside him.

Louis wondered —

No. That wasn’t appropriate.

And yet he couldn’t help but wonder.

He wondered so long that he got nothing else accomplished on his file before his computer calendar dinged at him, telling him it was time to log in for his meeting with the Dubai office.

The meeting started as all Zoom meetings did, awkwardly and full of stilted small talk. There were a couple of other people from here at the New York office, and most of the Dubai attendees were people Louis had become very familiar with. He didn’t know why they had to play this formality game every time.

About halfway through the meeting, a meeting in which Louis had uttered four words and been steamrolled over by the Dubai team leader every other time he’d tried to speak, Bricks and the others returned from lunch and she snuck around his desk to set his latte on it. He mouthed a quick ‘Thank you’ to her and cautiously took a drink of it, watching his own picture in the Zoom camera to make sure he looked normal and like he was still playing attention despite his now lazer-focus on his coffee.

The meeting ended on the same note it had run on, Louis staying mostly quiet while the more experienced people talked, and everyone signed off just as awkwardly as they had signed on. Louis had long drained his coffee dry during the remainder of the meeting and was taking off his headphones to thank Bricks properly for it when Rashid came back down the hallway on silent feet.

“Louis de Pointe du Lac?” he said succinctly, looking down at his iPad, his voice clipping sharply on the final ‘c.’

Louis felt like a deer caught in the headlights, his hands resting on the arms of his chair in preparation of pushing himself up and out of it, and, just as a deer, his heart immediately picked up its pace, wanting him to run but leaving him frozen instead.

“Mr. de Romanus will see you now.”

If Rashid noticed his expression, his insurmountable fear, he didn’t pay it any mind. He stood passively at the hallway’s entrance, iPad held in line with his diaphragm, shoulders relaxed, and it was inevitable that Louis was going to go with him.

Louis finished the act of standing, fingers dancing across the surface of his desk as he did so, and found himself too aware of how stiff his legs felt, how almost shaky they were as he took his first step forward. Rashid’s eyes, though non-judgemental, were watching his every move.

Louis smoothed down his shirt.

When he reached Rashid, the toes of their shoes only a couple of feet apart, Rashid tapped on the iPad with precision two, three, four times, then said, “Come with me,” and began the journey back down the hallway.

The hallway was a dark gray, in-line with the rest of the office and its grayscale coloring, everything all simple shades of blacks and whites. To some, it may seem dull or monotonous, but Louis knew there was a reason behind it all; it made the art on the walls pop.

The Big Boss was an art aficionado. Louis wasn’t sure if it was a hobby or if he did it professionally in any capacity — though he would put money on Rashid knowing — but he did know that he had an eye for it. EVery piece was specially chosen, was specially placed, and Louis had heard him once on the phone talking to an art dealer, had heard the knowledge and passion in that conversation, and it had plagued him for weeks.

As they walked down the hallway, Louis a step behind Rashid the entire time, the art got rarer, stood out more, caught Louis’ eye.

It was grounding, in some way.

Of course, whatever grounding it provided vanished entirely when they reached the end of the hallway, reached the offices.

There were two offices down here. The one office was Rashid’s. The door to it was open and Louis could see that, like his clothes, the office was subdued. Almost unused. The other office, with its closed door, had a silver plaque on the outside of it, the name ‘A. de Romanus’ etched sharply into its surface.

Louis stared at the plaque, eyes unblinking, and he only stopped when Rashid trailed off to say, “Whenever you’re ready.”

He wanted to reply, wanted to say, “I’m never going to be ready,” but Rashid was already going to (returning to?) his office, the door creaking shut behind him.

It had been inevitable that Louis was going to come down this hallway with Rashid and it was inevitable now that he was going to enter this office.

With a soft hand, he knocked on the door — and he immediately cringed at how weak the knock sounded, wishing it had been stronger, been more professional.

No matter the strength of the knock though, it brought on what Louis knew was going to be the response.

“Come in.”

The voice was muffled through the solid-core door. Louis swallowed down a lungful of air, breathed it out, then reached for the doorknob.

This door swung open with no creaks and revealed a much-lived-in office, an antithesis to its neighbor’s.

There was art everywhere. Paintings, small sculptures, books, and other miscellaneous collected things covered nearly every available surface of the walls and shelves and cabinets. Most of the paintings were from the Renaissance era, that much Louis recognized, and yet he couldn’t pay them any mind, not when the man in the office was sitting there.

The Big Boss.

Armand de Romanus.

CEO and founder of Romanus Nisus Technologies, Armand de Romanus was not what people expected.

He hadn’t been what Louis had expected, that’s for sure.

When Louis had first gotten his foot in the door for an interview here, he’d interviewed with a team chosen specifically for the initial hiring process. Mr. de Romanus hadn’t been part of that, hadn’t bothered to meet Louis until Louis had made it past the first three rounds of interviews, until the pool of possible hires had narrowed down to five remaining candidates.

Louis hadn’t given much thought to what the CEO of the company would be like. He hadn’t assumed he would meet him at all, really. But he supposed that if someone were to have asked him what he thought Mr. de Romanus was like, Louis would have answered ‘Old and white?’ because weren’t most CEOs that?

When Mr. de Romanus had walked into Louis’ fourth-round interview, Louis had been taken aback by everything he was.

Young. Gorgeous. A soft-spoken kind of assertiveness. Not at all the old, white man Louis was expecting.

His appearance was blinding, beautiful and sharp, all dark intensity and edges. He reminded Louis so much of the art pieces he decorated the office space with; meant to be looked at, not to be known.

Do not touch.

As for his age, Louis had left that fourth-round interview and, sitting at the bus stop, Googled his possible boss, the name Armand de Romanus bringing up a hundred articles, each one talking about the brilliance of the young 34-year-old CEO of the technological startup, the young 34-year-old CEO that was — as far as anyone knew — New York’s hottest and richest bachelor with no apparent intention on changing status anytime soon.

That fourth-round interview had also left Louis certain that he wasn’t going to get the job. Mr. de Romanus had walked in that room and all intelligent thought had left Louis in a rush. He was so sure he fumbled over all of his answers that interview, wavering under the stare from those all-consuming brown eyes, stuttering and stopping as he saw those long fingers pull a sleek, leatherbound notebook closer, as he saw those same fingers soothe down the edge of his strong jaw.

And his voice…

Louis had been so surprised to get the call from Rashid the day after that fourth-round interview asking him to come in for a fifth and final interview. He’d felt no more put together with Mr. de Romanus in the room again, but somehow things had fallen in his favor.

Since his first day here, the start of his probationary period per the hiring contract, Louis had met with Mr. de Romanus as much as most others. He saw him once every week during their weekly all-staff meetings, saw him every other week in the biweekly meetings with him and the rest of the AI-specific team, and, a handful of times, had even talked to him one-on-one when Louis had a question that couldn’t be answered by any of his managers — AI was still, in this context, very new — or when Louis had a particularly enlightened idea that had even Armand de Romanus interested.

The most vivid personal interaction they’d ever had was so insignificant in the day-to-day workings of the office, had to have been so miniscule in anyone else’s eyes, that Louis got embarrassed at just how flustered the memory made him.

It had only been a month ago.

There had been a complication with a prototype software the Dubai office had headlined and they’d been in hours and hours worth of meetings with them trying to work out a solution. Mr. de Romanus was notoriously cool and collected, utterly unfazed by seemingly anything, so when Louis saw even him pinching the bridge of his nose after days of meetings, he’d found himself staying later and later, waving goodbye to colleagues that left at five, making good friends with the late janitorial staff, working and working and working.

It had paid off. Between some movement made by Damek in Dubai and a particular statement Mr. de Romanus had said about simplicity, Louis had discovered what exactly their problem had been and, more importantly, how to solve it. He’d pulled Bricks aside immediately that next morning, explaining to her what he had found and asking how to best go about proposing it to whoever needed to hear it, and by ten that morning he was standing in front of everyone in the office, Mr. de Romanus sitting front and center.

Mr. de Romanus had been quiet during Louis’ entire presentation, a hand curled up in front of his mouth, and when Louis had been done talking, he had nudged Rashid, muttering something Louis couldn’t hear, then he had stood up, thanked Louis for his work in an offhand way, and left. And Louis had thought that had been it; and he was okay with that. But a few hours later, Louis had been making himself a coffee in the lounge and had turned to find Mr. de Romanus — Armand. Mr. de Romanus had insisted Louis call him Armand that day. — standing there at the threshold. Louis had almost jumped at the unexpected sight of him, had brought a hand to his chest like a goddamn damsel in a film, and Mr. de Romanus — Armand — had smiled a small, quiet smile, had apologized for startling him.

“I wanted to thank you,” he had continued after he apologized, his voice low, the tone of it warmer than the coffee in Louis’ hands. “Your hard work has not gone unnoticed. Not at all.”

“I was just trying to do my job,” Louis had said. He felt awkward, stuck, standing between the countertop and the exit, Armand the only thing in his way. Armand had kept that small, quiet smile, had kept it as he walked forward.

Every step he had taken made Louis hyper-aware of his growing proximity and when he was only inches away, they had locked eyes, had kept them locked as Armand’s shoulder brushed his.

But he hadn’t been walking forward to say anything else, hadn’t been walking forward to…Louis couldn’t finish that thought, its unrealisticness, its fantasy. No, he had only been walking forward to make himself a cup of coffee too, those hands of his busying themselves with the high-end espresso machine he generously provided for the employees.

Louis had been so embarrassed that he had thought Armand was going to say anything else, do anything else, that he immediately shuffled to the exit, trying to hurry out of there before the flush to his face became obvious, that he almost missed when Armand replied, “Yes. You’re very good at your job,” with something indefinable in his voice.

Louis had startled again at that, feet hesitating in his walk, and he had tried to, with dignity, say a quick, “Thank you, sir,” before actually leaving to avoid further embarrassment.

He had smiled the whole walk back to his desk though.

And he had thought about that moment so much since, had replayed the warmth where Armand’s shoulder had touched his, had replayed that indefinable tone over and over and over again.

“Louis.”

Mr. de Romanus saying his name brought him out of his reminiscing and made Louis suddenly aware that he was just standing in the doorway, his hands hanging at his sides like an idiot.

God, Louis thought as he focused control on his walk to the chairs in front of the big desk, Can’t I just be normal?

Mr. de Romanus — Armand, Louis kept repeating, trying to make it familiar before he was corrected again — wasn’t facing him, was sitting in his tall-backed chair and facing his main computer monitor, his fingers typing rhythmically on the keyboard. Louis could see a wave of his black curls in the bit of him that could be seen around the chair’s mass.

Armand made no other movement, said nothing else, after Louis sat. He continued to type instead, silent and busy, and Louis found every passing second added new heights of anxiety to the whole situation.

Louis was lining up the seam of his sleeve with the curve of his wrist, giving him something to do, giving his worried fingers pause, and he almost missed the definitive sound of Armand clicking away from whatever was on his screen, almost missed the slight push of Armand’s chair just far enough back for him to turn.

“I apologize. One of the investors doesn’t know how to read his own contract.”

Louis had seen Armand walk through the office once this morning, seen him and Rashid walking shoulder-to-shoulder as they went to a meeting with the SEO team, and yet seeing him up close was something entirely different.

There was no one like Armand de Romanus.

Dark curls of black hair. Straight, strong brows over beautiful, hooded brown eyes. A nose belonging to the statues in old museums. A sharp smile hidden behind his lips. Brown skin shown a tantalizing amount with the slight openness of his shirt that stretched over broad shoulders.

Louis breathed out a heavy, consuming breath.

“How are you today, Louis?”

Grateful you can’t read my mind, Louis thought ruefully.

But…

It was a simple question and it had a simple, expected answer. Yet Louis found himself, however briefly, distracted by the shadow shifting across Armand’s collarbone, by the skin of his forearm that was bared as he reached across his desk into the organizer there, plucking out a file. The initials ‘LDPDL’ were printed on its tab.

“I’m fine,” Louis answered, his hands resting nervously on his lap. “How are you, Mr. de Romanus?”

“Haven’t I told you to call me Armand?” Armand smiled that small, quiet smile Louis had come to associate with him, but his tone was firm. Louis adjusted his shoulders.

“Yes, sir. I’m not very good with first names.” The ‘with authority’ was left unsaid.

Armand’s small, quiet smile deepened. “That southern raising is hard to shake, I'd presume.” Louis tilted his head slightly, felt his eyes widen just so, but Armand was settling into his own chair, broad shoulders perfectly in-line with the width of it. Then he flipped open the file he had grabbed, eyes falling on its first page. “Graduated from Tulane University in 2018. Full-ride covered by the Dean’s Honor Scholarship. Summa cum laude at graduation.” His eyes went back up to Louis, just for a moment, then fell to the file once again. “You graduated early. You must have worked incredibly hard.”

He paused and there was an opportunity for Louis to speak, but he didn’t know what to say. He’d never been too great at taking compliments and while these were mostly all facts, there was praise implied behind the words, praise that made Louis warm all the way down to his toes. It was best he stayed silent and that didn’t seem to bother Armand at all anyhow. He kept perusing the file at his leisure.

“You worked for your father while in high school and also while completing your undergraduate degree. Can you tell me about that?”

“Sure,” Louis said, leaning forward in his seat a little. “My daddy started his business real young so a lot was established already. He taught me the basics, scheduling clients, organizing things and whatnot, but by college I was helping to bring him into the twenty-first century by making everything electronic. I tweaked a couple of established software programs to better fit his business. That was it really.”

Armand didn’t look at Louis while he talked, only kept purposefully rifling through the papers, humming thoughtfully.

“Excelled in your graduate school,” Armand said, though this sounded more to himself than to Louis. “As you’re aware, part of this evaluation process relies on me receiving feedback from trusted employees here.”

Louis was aware. It had been something the HR head had gone over while Louis signed his contracts and was informed about the ninety-day probationary period. The first ninety-days would be spent being trained and given more and more individual responsibility so, by the end, the new hire was working the job as they would be should they be hired permanently. In order to assure that the new hire was handling the pressures of the job, the boss — Armand — would collect reviews from at least five different managers in positions that worked hand-in-hand with the new hire’s position. Those reviews would be a huge component of the new hire’s chances of being taken on.

“Yes, sir.”

“And, without reading them all to you word for word, I can tell you,” Armand kept rifling through the papers, “that each one is full of nothing but glowing praise.”

Heat from the rush of relief, from the rush of being praised, shot out all down Louis’ extremities, tingling in the tips of his fingers, dancing down each knob of his spine, settling at his feet.

Armand lingered on a specific page in the file. “‘Louis is dedicated to perfection. He works tirelessly in order to assure that his work is the best when it is turned in, making certain it needs no fixings. If everyone worked like him, all of our problems would be almost nonexistent.’” Another page. “‘Louis is intelligent and creative. He finds solutions that many of us miss because his mind interprets things as an artist. It’s different than our predominantly STEM-related approach to things and it’s wonderful to work alongside him and see it play out in real time.’” Another page. “‘Louis is efficient. He is constantly working, never letting something sit still on his desk, in his emails, for any extended period of time before it is addressed. He completes assignments in record time and with minimal, if any, mistakes.’”

Armand folded the file over, humming again. “Even our mail deliverer has nothing but good things to say about you. He made a point to tell me when I was signing for a certified letter that you go out of your way to show him kindness. That also does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.”

For the first time since Louis had sat down, Armand looked at him. Really looked at him. He was quiet, unnervingly so, for too long a time in Louis’ mind, those intense eyes seemingly searching for something. For what, Louis didn’t know. But he did know that he wanted nothing more than for Armand to look away. He also knew that he wanted nothing more than for Armand to never look anywhere else.

“What do you want, Louis?”

There were many things Louis had thought could happen in this review, many questions that could be asked, and he had ran through, in his head, what he thought were the most probable ones, figuring out how he would answer, what he would say and how he would say it.

This was not one of those questions he’d practiced.

“Oh. I — I’m not —” and he was stuttering, already messing up. “I’m not sure what you mean. I apologize.”

That small, quiet smile made another appearance. “No need to apologize. Allow me to clarify. What do you want to do? What do you want here at this company? What do you want out of life?”

Now that Louis could work with.

“I want to contribute and assist in any way I can. I hope to rise to a higher position so I can contribute and assist even more, on more imperative assignments.”

This entire meeting was a show in how much Louis could be unprepared. Because he thought his answer, while standard, was just fine. He hadn’t expected Armand to laugh.

It wasn’t loud, nor had Louis ever thought Armand’s laugh would be in the times he’d allowed himself to think about it at all, but it was deep, resonating in his chest. Louis was certain that if they were touching in any way, he would’ve been able to feel that laugh travel through him like an electric current.

But he didn’t like that Armand was laughing at him, didn’t —

“You misunderstand me.”

Louis swallowed hard passed personal protest.

“I have no questions, no concerns, about your dedication to this company or to your job. I’ve seen your work. I’ve seen what everyone has to say about your work. No, I want to know what you want to do. Is this everything you dream of? Is the technology business something you see yourself doing the rest of your life?”

“I’m not sure…” Louis started. Then he clamped his mouth shut. Armand tilted his own head at the action.

“Go on.”

“I’m not sure what this has to do with me working here.”

Armand folded the file down slightly, pulling it closer to his chest. “Why is that?”

“Because…” and Louis fumbled again. It didn’t feel right saying this out loud here, to his boss, to —

But Armand’s stare was unrelenting.

“Because my dreams aren’t realistic.”

Armand kept staring, his fingers tapping silently on the back of the file now. “How so?”

Louis wanted to rear back at all the questioning, at how unsteady it made him feel. Is this an interrogation? he wanted to ask. Why do you want to know? How badly will the truth hurt me? How do you know there’s more? Why do you care that there’s more?

“The art,” Louis started instead, gesturing around the room. “Is it a personal interest or a professional one?”

“A bit of both,” Armand said. He sounded amused. It was getting underneath Louis’ skin.

It was sobering too, like cold water being splashed right in his face.

“Literature is that for me.” Louis paused. “Or I want it to be, anyway. It’s been a personal interest since I was little, since my mamaw started reading bedtime stories to me. I’d like for it to be my professional interest too, but, as I said, it’s unrealistic.”

“I’m going to repeat myself,” Armand said, leaning forward in his chair, coming a whole three inches closer, three whole inches of air that he seemed to suck right out of Louis’ lungs. “How so?”

“There’s no money in literature.”

Armand hummed again and, this time, Louis saw the question coming. So he elaborated.

“I could have tried to become a professor, and it has a lot of appeal still, but it’s not stable enough. It’s too flooded with applicants and research. And given the lack of support for the arts, the push for STEM, there’s too much in the air around it anyhow.”

There was a thoughtful look on Armand’s face now, his attention rapt. It made Louis continue unprompted.

“I told my parents once that I wanted to write a book. My daddy said, ‘You have to accomplish something first before you write a book.’ He didn’t know that I wanted to write stories, not memoirs. My mamaw had agreed with him, telling me to get a good job, build a good life, and then I could write a book in my retirement about how others could be just like me.” Louis felt himself smiling wryly. “I knew then they’d never support anything but business. They wanted me to be just like my daddy. Better than him actually, but that was only implied.”

“And you ended up here,” Armand said, opening up Louis’ file again, skimming through it with some kind of new interest. “How did that happen?”

“I listened to my parents’ wishes. Went to college for business. Relied on English literature courses to make up my humanities requirements and fell in love with books all over again. But I was doing good with my business classes and my parents were proud. I almost changed my major anyway, was encouraged to do so by a journalism professor I had actually, but then…” Louis trailed. Armand said nothing, only waited patiently. “Then my daddy died and I became the provider for the family.”

“Surely a businessman like your father had something in place to take care of them all with his passing,” Armand said.

“We all thought he would. I definitely did. But when we talked to his lawyer we learned that our family was in hot water.” Louis shrugged. “He made some bad investments and never recovered. So I had to do something.”

“Hence the early graduation,” Armand said, filling in the story. Louis nodded.

“I needed to start making money.”

The file lowered in Armand’s hands again. He opened his mouth to speak then shut it, pausing himself, contemplating something, before opening it once more. “So you worked, got into a top graduate program, worked while completing said program, and chose to move here to work for me.”

“I suppose that’s the best summarization of it all,” Louis nodded.

“And, in your opinion, is this company the best place for you to be at in this stage of your life? Is this company the best place for you to be in order to achieve what it is you wish to achieve?”

Louis didn’t answer right away. How could he? It was such a loaded pair of questions.

He took in a deep breath then breathed it out steadily before he tried to answer.

“I like it here. I do. There are good people here. There’s good work to be done here. I’d like to work for this company, be successful for it, help the company be successful as well. Then, one day, when I’ve got decades under my belt, maybe I’ll have the time to write a book. I should have a hundred ideas to work with then, lots of life experience to help me out too. It’ll all fall as it should. I could write the book slowly, starting now too, use what free time I have to —”

Louis’ tongue almost bled with how hard he bit down on it, a physical attempt to stop his mouth.

He hadn’t meant to talk so much.

Embarrassment — was that the right word for what he felt? It wasn’t shame, but it was close and — flooded him, made his face flush, burned the tops of his ears.

And anger of some kind, bubbling and vicious, flooded through him too, settled unhappily in the pit of his stomach. Armand had pushed him to talk, hadn’t let Louis’ professional and appropriate answers stand on their own. He had made Louis say all of this, had —

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Armand was no longer looking at him. He had, within the last minute, turned his impenetrable gaze back to Louis’ file, his expression unreadable as he tracked over the words on the pages.

Louis wondered what page he was looking at, wondered what he was thinking…wondered the worst.

It was another eternity before Armand made a sound, a click of his tongue on the back of his teeth, and he tossed Louis’ file onto his desk with a flourish. It closed on its own, the sleek, dark front of the folder falling over whatever page had held Armand’s attention for that agonizing minute, and when Armand said, “I need to see you after work. Five sharp,” he didn’t make it optional.

“Why?” Louis couldn’t help but ask anyway, fumbling the word out after Armand didn’t elaborate.

It brought those intense eyes back to Louis’ and Louis couldn’t help but look away, shifting in his seat.

“Because I have another meeting in ten minutes and I’m afraid that what we need to go over will take much longer than that.”

Only a few minutes later, Louis was back in the main office, feeling dazed like he just left a movie theater after a matinee showing. It must have showed on his face too because Bricks came over to him, eyebrows high and face expectant, a hesitant smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“So?”

Louis blinked. “He wants to see me after work. Says that we didn’t have enough time to go over what he wanted to.”

“Quit being so defeatist!” Bricks said, threading her arm through his and leading him toward her office. Her voice was as it always was, but Louis could see something flicker across her face, a confusion, a worry, a — he didn’t know. He did know that it made him feel even worse. “Maybe you’re getting a promotion. It’d make sense.”

[electaaaaa]

anyway to study i types up a bunch of Latin vocab

Enjoy this bullshit (undercut)

Ch. 1

Nouns

casa, casae, f. – house, cottage

cēna, cēnae, f. – dinner

fēmina, fēminae, f. – woman

puella, puellae, f. – girl

Verbs

ambulō, ambulāre, ambulāvī, ambulātum – to walk

cenō, cenāre, cenāvī, cenātum – to dine

festīnō, festīnāre, festīnāvī, festīnātum – to hurry

intrō, intrāre, intrāvī, intrātum – to enter

labōrō, labōrāre, labōrāvī, labōrātum – to work

Adjectives

fessus, fessa, fessum – tired

laetus, laeta, laetum – happy

parātus, parāta, parātum – prepared, ready

Adverbs

Mox – soon

Nōn – not

Conjunctions

Et – and

Sed – but

Ch. 2

Verbs

iuvō, iuvāre, iuvāvī, iuvātum – to help

Laudō, laudāre, laudāvī, laudātum – to praise

Nārrō, nārrāre, nārrāvī, nārrātum – to tell

Parō, parāre, parāvī, parātum – to prepare

Salūtō, salūtāre, salūtāvī, salūtātum – to greet

Vocō, vocāre, vocāvī, vocātum – to call

Nouns

Aqua, aquae, f. – water

Fābula, fābulae, f. – story

Fīlia, fīliae, f. – daughter

Via, viae, f. – road, way

Adjective

Īrātus, īrāta, īrātum – angry

Adverb

Subitō – suddenly

Preposition

In – (+abl.) in, on; (+acc.) into, towards

Chapter 3

Verbs

Maneō, manēre, mansī, mansum – to remain

Sedeō, sedēre, sedī, sessum – to sit

Videō, vidēre, vīdī, vīsum – to see

Ascendō, ascendere, ascendī, ascensum – to climb

Cadō, cadere, cecidī, cāsum – to fall

Currō, currere, cucurrī, cursum – to run

Dūcō, dūcere, dūxī, ductum – to lead

Inquit – he/she/it says

Mittō, mittere, mīsī, missum – to send

Redeō, redīre, redīvī, reditum – to return

Audiō, audīre, audīvī, audītum – to listen to, hear

Nouns

Terra, terrae, f. – land, earth

Cibus, cibī, m. – food

Colōnus, colōnī, m. – farmer

Fīlius, fīliī, m. – son

Ager, agrī, m. – field

Puer, puerī, m. – boy

Adjective

Ānxius, ānxia, ānxium – anxious

Pronoun

eum/eam– him/her (acc.)

Preposition

Ad – (+acc.) to, towards

Conjunction

Nam – for

Chapter 4

Verbs

Adest – he/she is present

Cūrō, cūrāre, cūrāvī, cūrātum – to care for, look after

Accēdō, accēdere, accēssī, accēssum – to approach

Prōcēdō, prōcēdere, prōcessī, prōcessum – to go forward

Surgō, surgere, surrēxī, surrēctum – to rise

Dormiō, dormīre dormīvī, dormītum – to sleep

Veniō, venīre, vēnī, ventum – to come

Adjectives

Magnus, magna, magnum – great, big

Miser, misera, miserum – miserable

Multus, multa, multum – much, many

Adverbs

Cūr – why?

Diū – for a long time

Iam – now, already

Lentē – slowly

Saepe – often

Tandem – at last

Nouns

Amīcus, amīcī, m. – friend

Lūdus, lūdī, m. – school

Pronouns

eōs/eās – them (acc. pl.)

Ille, illa – he, she

Conjunctions

Quod – because

Ubi – when

Chapter 5 (Don’t forget the last word on the next page)

Verbs

clāmō, clamāre, clamāvī, clamātum – to shout

dō, dare, dedī, datum – to give

rogō, rogāre, rogāvī, rogātum – to ask

spectō, spectāre, spectāvī, spectātum – to watch

iaceō, iacēre, iacuī, iacitum – to lie down

respondeō, respondēre, respondī, respōnsum – to answer

dīcō, dīcere, dīxī, dictum – to say

emō, emere, ēmī, ēmptum – to buy

pōnō, pōnere, posuī, positum – to place, put

trādō, trādere, trādidī, trāditum – to hand over

adveniō, advenīre, advēnī, adventum – to arrive

facio, facere, fēcī, factum – to make, do

Noun

hortus, hortī, m. – garden

Adjectives

ūnus, ūna, ūnum – one

duo, duae, duo – two

trēs, tria – three

alius, alia, aliud – other, another

bonus, bona, bonum – good

malus, mala, malum – bad

Adverb

statim – immediately, at once

Pronoun

quid? – what?

Prepositions (put the case on the back of the card with the definition)

cum – (+abl.) with

in ­– (+abl.) in, on

per – (+acc.) through, throughout

Conjunction

nec/neque – and not, nor

Chapter 6 (Conjunctions continue on the next page)

Verbs

dēbeō, dēbēre, dēbuī, dēbitum – ought, must; to owe

doceō, docēre, docuī, doctum – to teach

iubeō, iubēre, iussī, iussum – to order someone (+acc.) to do something (+inf.)

cōnstituō, cōnstituere, cōnstituī, cōnstitūtum – to decide

dīmitto, dīmittere, dīmīsī, dīmissum – to send away

lūdō, lūdere, lusī, lūsum – to play

scrībō, scrībere, scrīpsī, scrīptum – to write

cupiō, cupere, cupīvī, cupitum – to want, desire

eō, īre, īvī (or iī), itum – to go

exeō, exīre, exīvī (or exiī), exitum – to go out, leave

Adjectives

cēterī, cēterae, cētera – the others, the rest

meus, mea, meum – my

tuus, tua, tuum – your

Nouns

iānua, iānuae, f. – door

littera, litterae, f. – letter

domus, domī, m. – home (domum – [acc.] (to) home)

magister, magistrī, m. – teacher

Pronouns

ego – I; mē – (acc.) me

tū – you; tē – (acc.) you

Adverbs

celeriter – quickly, swiftly

dīligenter – carefully, hard

iterum – again

Preposition

prope – near (+acc.)

Conjunctions

itaque – and so

nec/neque…nec/neque… – neither… nor…

Chapter 7 

Verbs

convocō, convocāre, convocāvī, convōcātum – to call together

navigō, navigāre, navigāvī, navigātum – to sail

oppugnō, oppugnāre, oppugnāvī, oppugnātum – to attack

pugnō, pugnāre, pugnāvī, pugnātum – to fight

dēfendō, dēfendere, dēfendī, dēfensum – to defend

occīdō, occīdere, occīdī, occīsum – to kill

resistō, resistere, restitī – to resist

vincō, vincere, vīcī, victum – to conquer

capiō, capere, cēpī, captum – to take, seize

fugiō, fugere, fūgī, fugitum – to flee

iaciō, iacere, iēcī, iactum – to throw

Adjectives

cārus, cāra, cārum – dear

fortis, forte – brave, strong

omnis, omne – all, every

Nouns

īra, īrae, f. – anger

pugna, pugnae, f. – fight

***canis, canis, f./m. (c.) – dog

comes, comitis, f./m. (c.) – comrade

*(c.) common means that any person, regardless of gender, can be a “comrade”*

frāter, frātris, m. – brother

***nāvis, nāvis, f. – ship

pater, patris, m. – father

prīnceps, prīncipis, m. – prince

rēx, rēgis, m. – king

***urbs, urbis, f. – city

Adverbs

fortiter – bravely

Preposition

ā/ab – from, by (+ abl.)

Chapter 8

Verbs

possum, posse, potuī – to be able, can

exspectō, exspectāre, exspectāvī, exspectātum – to wait for

servō, servāre, servāvī, servātum – to save

timeō, timēre, timuī – to fear

reddō, reddere, reddidī, redditum – to give back, return

relinquō, relinquere, relīquī, relictum – to leave behind

vertō, vertere, vertī, versum – to turn

coniciō, conicere, coniēcī, coniectum – to hurl

Prepositions

circum – around (+acc.)

ē/ex – out of, from (+abl.)

Nouns

hasta, hastae, f. – spear

porta, portae, f. – gate

mūrus, mūrī, m. – wall

māter, mātris, f. – mother

***mors, mortis, f. – death

Adjectives

mortuus, mortuua, mortuum – dead

sōlus, sōla, sōlum – alone

territus, territa, territum – terrified

incolumis, incolume – safe, unharmed

Adverbs

bene – well

hīc – here

hūc – (to) here, hither

Conjuctions

-que – and

Chapter 9 (other than verbs, the vocab list in the textbook is complete)

Verbs

gaudeō, gaudēre, gāvīsus sum – to rejoice

habeō, habēre, habuī, habitum – to have

moneō, monēre, monuī, monitum – to warn, advise

taceō, tacēre, tacuī, tacitum – to be silent

bibō, bibere, bibī, bibitum – to drink

cōnscendō, cōnscendere, cōnscendī, cōnscēnsum – to board (a ship)

conveniō, convenīre, convēnī, conventum – to come together, meet

accipiō, accipere, accēpī, acceptum – to receive

Nouns

īnsula, īnsulae, f. – island

equus, equī, m. – horse

vir, virī, m. – man

labor, labōris, m. – work, hardship, suffering

***nox, noctis, f. – night

uxor, uxoris, f. – wife

Adjectives

novus, nova, novum – new

parvus, parva, parvum – small

paucī, paucae, pauca – few

tacitus, tacita, tacitum – silent

tōtus, tōta, tōtum – whole

ingens, ingentis – huge

Adverbs

sīc – thus

Preposition

inter – among, between (+acc.)

Chapter 10

Verbs

habitō, habitāre, habitāvī, habitātum – to live, dwell

ōrō, ōrāre, ōrāvī, ōrātum – to pray, beg

quaerō, quaerere, quaesīvī, quaesītum – to ask, seek

quiēscō, quiēscere, quiēvī, quiētum – to rest

tollō, tollere, sustulī, sublātum – to life, raise

Adjective

prīmus, prīma, prīmum – first

Adverbs

prīmum – first

vix – scarcely

Nouns

nauta, nautae, m. – sailor

silva, silvae, f. – wood, forest

unda, undae, f. – wave

caelum, caelī, n. – sky, heaven

perīculum, perīculī, n. – danger

saxum, saxī, n. – rock

verbum, verbī, n. – word

clāmor, clāmōris, m. – shout

homō, hominis, c. – man, human being

lītus, lītoris, n. – shore

***mare, maris, n. – sea

mōns, montis, m. – mountain

Prepositions

dē – down from, about (+ abl.)

sub – under (+ abl.)

Chapter 11

Verbs

aedificō, aedificāre, aedificāvī, aedificātum – to build

errō, errāre, errāvī, errātum – to wander, err, be wrong, make a mistake

imperō, imperāre, imperāvī, imperātum – to order (+ dat.)

stō, stāre, stetī, statum – to stand

cognoscō, cognoscere, cognōvī, cognitum – to get to know, learn

occurrō, occurrere, occurrī, occursum – to meet (+ dat.)

ostendō, ostendere, ostensī, ostentum – to show

succurrō, succurrere, succurrī, succursum – to help (+ dat.)

inveniō, invenīre, invēnī, inventum – to find

ferō, ferre, tūlī, lātum – to carry, bear

Adjectives

nōtus, nōta, nōtum – known

ignōtus, ignōta, ignōtum – unknown

Nouns

fāma, famae, f. – fame, report, reputation

patria, patriae, f. – fatherland

rēgīna, rēgīnae, f. – queen

somnus, somnī, m. – sleep

ventus, ventī, m. – wind

bellum, bellī, n. – war

cōnsilium, cōnsiliī, n. – plan

templum, templī, n. – temple

vīnum, vīnī, n. – wine

arma, armōrum, n. pl. – arms, weapons

castra, castrōrum, n. pl. – camp

***collis, collis, m. – hill

***hostis, hostis, c. – enemy

nōmen, nōminis, n. – name (nōmine – by name, called)

Adverb

semper – always

Conjunction

dum – while

[marcomarasigan]

Article 1307 of the Civil Code provides:

"Innominate contracts shall be regulated by the stipulations of the parties, by the provisions of Titles I and II of this Book, by the rules governing the most analogous nominate contracts, and by the customs of the place"

Meaning to say, this article provides answers on what rule should govern in case of innominate contracts.

There are Four (4) Kinds of Innominate Contracts:

1. Do ut des (I give that you may give)

2. Do ut facias (I give that you may do)

3. Facio ut des (I do that you may give)

4. Facio ut facias (I do that you may do)

For instance

When Pedro broke his car and look for a mechanic. If later on, he found Juan and asked the latter to fix his car. As a result, Juan fixed the car and after fixing the car, Pedro thanked Juan and was about to leave when Juan asked for a payment. Pedro refused on the ground that they dont even have an agreement to pay on the first place.

Is Pedro correct?

Pedro is not correct. He should compensate Juan as they have entered into an innominate contract of Facio ut des (I do that you may give.

In other words, even in the absence of an agreement for compensation, the law presumes that Juan just fixed the car because he was expecting something in return from Pedro.

Article 1308 of the Civil Code provides:

"The contract must bind both contracting parties; its validity or compliance cannot be left to the will of one of them".

The case of Florendo vs. Metrobank

Facts:

The case of Florendo vs. Metrobank originated from a dispute between the Spouses Mariano and Gilda Florendo (petitioners) and the Land Bank of the Philippines (respondent bank). Gilda Florendo, who was an employee of the respondent bank from May 17, 1976, had a disagreement with the bank over the unilateral increase of the interest rate on a housing loan. The case involved issues related to banking and housing loan agreements.

Issue:

The main issue in the case was the validity of the unilateral increase of the interest rate on the housing loan by the Land Bank of the Philippines. Specifically, the court had to determine whether the bank had the legal authority to impose such an increase without the consent of the borrowers and whether it violated any contractual agreements or banking regulations.

Rulings:

The court's ruling in the case of Florendo vs. Metrobank was based on the arguments presented by both parties. After entering into a joint stipulation of facts, the case was submitted for decision. The ruling likely addressed the legality of the bank's actions regarding the interest rate increase and whether it complied with relevant laws and regulations governing banking practices.

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LES 3

Die absolute Mensklas as onderwerpsbepaling

voornaamwoord (Meervoud)

Ander klasse (as instrumentale bepaling)

C. Die negatief van die Assosiatiewe kopulatief: ga- osk + na.

STAP 1

Herhaal.

Böna ba na le difōrōkō

Bôna ba na le megoma

Bôna ba mona le mona le Isa

Bôna ba mona le mathopo

Bôna ba mona le dikiriba

Böna ba na mona le dikutabjang

Bôna ba na mona le dikiriba le dikgarafu

Bōna ba na mona le dikiriba

Bôna ba na bona mefēro

Bōna ba na mona le maloba.

STAP 2

Herhaal.

Bona ga ba na mathopo, ba na le diharaka Bona ga ba na diharaka, ba na le mathopo

e. f. Bona ga ba na dikutabjang, ba na le dikiriba Bona ga ba na dikiriba, ba na le dikutabjang

Bona ga ba na megoma,ba na le diförökö

Böna ga ba na difôrōkō, ba na le megoma

Bona ga ba na dikutabjang ba na le dikiriba le dikgarafu

Bona ga ba na dikgarafu, ba na le dikiriba Bona ga ba na maloba,ba na le mefêrô.

Böna ga ba na mefêrô, ba na le maloba.

STAP 3

DIE IMPERATIEF VAN DIE VIER AKTIEWE VERVOEGINGS EN DIE WERKWOORD SOM

Die imperatief is 'n eindige bui wat die idee van bevel uitdruk. Dit het twee tye: - teenwoordig, wat 'n bevel uitdruk waarvan die uitvoering onmiddellik moet wees en het slegs twee persone, (2 sing, en meervoud): die konjunktief word vir die ander gebruik

(vermanende konjunktief); -toekoms, wat 'n bevel of 'n plegtige vermaning uitdruk wat bedoel is om in die toekoms of met kontinuïteit geïmplementeer te word (voorskrifte van wette, beginsels,

testamentêre ingesteldhede, ens.) en het die 2de en 3de persoon enkelvoud en meervoud.

In die passief is die eindes van die huidige imperatief dieselfde as dié van die indikatief (re, mini), maar blykbaar word dit slegs in deponentwerkwoorde gebruik: misere abbi deernis; feetjies bely; loquere = praat;

Die imperatief word gevorm deur die uitgange by die huidige stam by te voeg: die tweede persoon enkelvoud toon die suiwer stam, sonder einde, slegs met die konjunktiewe vokaal; die tweede meervoud het die uitgang te che

dit word aan die tema geheg deur die konjunktiewe vokaal te gebruik.

Die tweede en derde persoon enkelvoud van die toekomstige imperatief word verkry deur by die stam, na die konjunktiewe vokaal, die uitgang by te voeg, wat 'n antieke bywoordelike ablatief (= voortaan) is. In die 2de meervoud by die agtervoegsel is na analogie met die hede die uitgang te. Die 3de bl. meervoud, aan die ander kant, word gevorm op die huidige indikatief (laudanto - laudant).

2de HUWELIK

IMPERAT

Bied aan

1" CONJUG.

laud-à

laud-ate lodate

laud- ãto

atōte

lof-à

lof

lof geprys

lof- ãto

jy sal prys

sal prys

atōte sal jy loof

Toekoms

mon- é

mon-ete

mon-êto

eto

etōte

maan-is

waarsku

munt

waarsku

mon-êto

jy sal waarsku

eto sal waarsku

etōte sal jy waarsku

3" HUWELIK

leg-

leg-ite

leg-ito

ito

itōte

lees-

wette

lees-ite lees

lees dit

jy sal lees

dit sal lees

dit sal jy vir hulle lees, sal hulle lees

4" HUWELIK

leg-

leg-ite

leg-ito

ito

itōte

oud-I

jy haat

oudit-ite

luister

oudit

jy sal hoor

dit

hy sal hoor

dit sal jy hoor

gewrig

hulle sal hoor

anto

hulle sal prys

binnekort sal hulle waarsku

WAARNEMING

In die praktyk word die 2de persoon sing van die huidige imperatief verkry deur die einde van die infinitief te verwyder

-re (lof, geld-re,

wet-koning,

oudi-re).

BESONDERHEID

Die werkwoorde dico, duco, facio en fero het die tweede persoon enkelvoud van die huidige imperatief afgekap, dit wil sê sonder

die e: dic, duc, fac, fer.

IMPERATIEF VAN DIE WERKWOORD som, es, fui, esse

HOU

TOEKOMS

es

esto

este

esto

estöte

sunto

es wees

dit sal jy wees

wees hier

dit sal so wees

estöte sal jy opgesom word

hulle sal wees

>

Die negatiewe opdrag word uitgedruk:

1. met ne en die huidige konjunktief as dit aan die eerste en derde persoon gerig is, dit wil sê as dit 'n vermanende konjunktief ontken: Discipuli ne sint negligentes = Leerlinge is nie lusteloos nie.

2. met ne en die volmaakte konjunktief, as die opdrag aan die tweede persoon (sing. of meervoud) gerig is, dit wil sê vir die behoorlike imperatiewe vorme: Ne severi fueritis, iudices = Moenie streng wees nie, o regters.

3. In die voorskrifte van wette met ne en die 2de of 3de persoon enkelvoud of meervoud van die toekomstige imperatief: Hominem mortuum in urbe ne sepelito ne urito - Moenie 'n dooie in die stad begrawe of verbrand nie. 4. Met noli, noliet en die infinitief: Noli ita crede Moenie so glo nie.

[3gnoticias]

Concluye el box de Juegos Estatales Conade 2023

Concluyó el boxeo de Juegos Estatales Conade 2023, por tercer día consecutivo los peleadores se dieron cita en el Gimnasio Municipal Neri Santos en Ciudad Juárez dónde finalmente se decidió quien se llevaría el oro a casa.

Poco después de medio día comenzaron los casi 30 combates, todos finales, de las categorías infantil y juvenil en ambas ramas.

Destacó el combate del mundialista y originario de Juárez, Andrey Bonilla, quien recibió en casa al representante de la UACH Diego Olivas, en los 54 kilogramos. Después de un round el juez decidió suspender la pelea y declaró al juarense ganador. En un acto de deportivismo Andrey levantó la mano de su rival, quien con brazos en alto y una sonrisa en la cara descendió del ring.

Emilio Roa, capitalino actual campeón nacional en los 92 kilos se vio contundente al dejar en la lona a Omar Castro de Aldama. En el segundo asalto, Roa conectó un golpe que dejó fuera de combate a su contrincante quien, luego de retomar el aire y ponerse de pie un minuto más tarde le reconoció al vencedor su domino en un gesto de agradecimiento antes de bajar del ring.

NOMENCLATURA

RSC = Referee suspende combate

DD = Decisión Dividida

DU = Decisión Unánime

WO = No se presentó rival

RING 1

CAT 60 KG Femenil Pamela Parra de Chihuahua vence a Evelyn Moreno de Cuauhtémoc por RSC

CAT 69 KG Femenil Leslye Juárez de Cuauhtémoc vence a Sofía Sánchez de Chihuahua WO

CAT 46 KG Rafael Lozoya de Delicias vence a Alfonso Loya de Janos por DU

CAT 48 KG Marcos Curiel de Nuevo Casas Grandes vence a Adriel Guel de Delicias por DD

CAT 50 KG Daniel Loya de Janos vence a Brayan Neri de Juárez por DD

CAT 52 KG Samuel Duarte de Juárez vence a Derek Torres de Chihuahua por DU

CAT 54 KG Aaron Zamora de Delicias vence a Jesús Delval de Parral por DU

CAT 57 KG Ángel Carrillo de Juárez vence a Saúl Piñón de Chihuahua por RSC

CAT 60 KG Luis Flores de Juárez vence a Sergio Espinoza de Parral por RSC

CAT 63 KG Leonardo Sigala de Juárez vence a Freed Álvarez de Cuauhtémoc por RSC

CAT 66 KG Héctor Ponce de Chihuahua vence a Brandom García de Saucillo por RSC

CAT 70 KG Yael Quintana de Chihuahua vence a José Montes de Juárez DD

CAT 75 KG Brandon Saavedra de Delicias vence a Mauricio Alvídrez de Chihuahua por DD

CAT 80+ KG César Juárez de Juárez vence a Ángel Andazola de Janos por RSC

RING 2

CAT 51 KG Femenil Jessica González de Juárez vence a Dulce María Palma de Chihuahua por RSC

CAT 57 KG Femenil Fernanda Espinoza de Juárez vence a Mariana Rentería de Camargo por DD

CAT 48 KG Edgar Ponce de Chihuahua vence a Kevin Facio de Juárez por RSC

CAT 51 KG Ari Bonilla de Juárez vence a Kevin García de Nuevo Casas Grandes por WO

CAT 54 KG Andrey Bonilla de Juárez vence a Diego Olivas de la UACH por RSC

CAT 57 KG César Osmel De Anda de Juárez vence a Fabian Martínez de Janos por RSC

CAT 60 KG José Luis Magaña de Juárez vence a Ricardo Soto de Nuevo Casas Grande por DU

CAT 63.5 KG Adrián Quintero de Parral vence a Jimmy Domínguez de Chihuahua por RSC

CAT 67 KG Raúl Baca de Chihuahua vence a Antonio Castro de la UACH por DD

CAT 71 KG Leonardo Muñoz de Chihuahua vence a Andrés Figueroa de Saucillo por DD

CAT 75 KG Saúl García de Juárez vence a Jesús Zamarrón de Aldama por DU

CAT 80 KG John Hernández de Chihuahua vence a Jared Talamantes de Parral por DD

CAT 86 KG David Santana de Chihuahua vence a Brayan Pérez de Juárez WO

CAT 92 KG Emilio Roa de Chihuahua vence a Omar Castro de Aldama por RSC

CAT 92 KG José Ceniceros de Juárez vence a Ricardo Cruz de Chihuahua WO

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V girls 1- page 8 by Jovan-Ukropina

[literatura-periodismo]

La prolífica obra de Cortázar, el Cronopio mayor

Novelas

    1960: Los premios

    1963: Rayuela​

    1968: 62 Modelo para armar

    1973: Libro de Manuel

    1986: Divertimento (escrita en 1949)

    1986: El examen (escrita en 1950)

Cuentos

    1951: Bestiario

    1956: Final del juego

    1959: Las armas secretas

    1966: Todos los fuegos el fuego

    1974: Octaedro

    1977: Alguien que anda por ahí

    1980: Queremos tanto a Glenda

    1982: Deshoras

    1994: La otra orilla (escrito entre 1937 y 1945)

Prosas breves

    1962: Historias de cronopios y de famas

    1979: Un tal Lucas

Misceláneas

    1966: Les discours du Pince-Gueule (Los discursos del Pinchajeta) (texto en francés de Cortázar y dibujos de Julio Silva; una versión en español se incluyó en El último combate)

    1967: La vuelta al día en ochenta mundos

    1968: Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires (fotos de Sara Facio y Alicia D'Amico, textos de Cortázar)

    1969: Último round

    1972: Prosa del observatorio (texto y fotografías de Cortázar)

    1975: Silvalandia (imágenes de Julio Silva y textos de Cortázar; incluido en El último combate)

    1976: Humanario, Círculo de Lectores, Madrid (fotos de Sara Facio y Alicia D'Amico​ con un texto de Cortázar, «Estrictamente no profesional», que fue incluido después en Territorios, 1978)

    1978: Territorios (textos de Julio Cortázar y cuadros de 17 pintores)

    1983: Los autonautas de la cosmopista (con Carol Dunlop)

    1984: Alto el Perú (fotos de Manja Offerhaus y textos de Cortázar)

    2009: Papeles inesperados (1940-1984). Textos inéditos. Recopilación de Aurora Bernárdez y Carles Álvarez Garriga.

    2014: El último combate (recopilación de algunos trabajos realizados con Julio Silva y de cartas de Cortázar a Silva)

Teatro

    1949: Los reyes

    1984: Nada a Pehuajó y Adiós, Robinson​ (obra póstuma)

    1991: Dos juegos de palabras. Nada a Pehuajó. Adiós, Robinson (obra póstuma)

    1995: Adiós, Robinson y otras piezas breves (obra póstuma)

Poesía

    1938: Presencia (sonetos, con el seudónimo de Julio Denis)

    1971: Pameos y meopas

    1984: Salvo el crepúsculo

Crítica

    1970: Literatura en la revolución y revolución en la literatura, 1970 (polémica de Cortázar y Vargas Llosa con Óscar Collazos; el texto de Cortázar, que da título al libro, está incluido también en Obra crítica, 2006).

    1970: Viaje alrededor de una mesa (incluido en Obra crítica, 2006).

    1973: Corrección de pruebas en Alta Provenza (en Convergencias, divergencias, incidencias, editado por Julio Ortega; incluido en Obra crítica, 2006, y publicado como libro independiente en 2012).

    1983: Nicaragua tan violentamente dulce (artículos; incluido en Obra crítica, 2006).

    1984: Argentina: años de alambradas culturales (artículos; incluido en Obra crítica, 2006).

    1994: Obra crítica (en tres volúmenes publicados por Alfaguara y luego por Punto de Lectura. Edición coordinada por tres especialistas en Cortázar: Saúl Yurkievich, Jaime Alazraki y Saúl Sosnowski. Incluye Teoría del túnel. Notas para una ubicación del surrealismo y del existencialismo, escrito en 1947 y publicado por primera vez en esta edición).

    1996: Imagen de John Keats (obra póstuma, escrita entre 1951 y 1952; publicada como libro independiente en 1996 y después en el volumen Poesía y poética, de 2005, que forma parte de las obras completas de Cortázar publicadas Galaxia Gutenberg-Círculo de lectores).

    2006: Obra crítica (en un volumen publicado por Galaxia Gutenberg-Círculo de Lectores. Edición de Saúl Yurkiévich. Se amplía la edición de Alfaguara y se eliminan algunos textos que se destinan a otros tomos de las obras completas de Cortázar).

    2013: Clases de literatura. Berkeley, 1980 (transcripción de las cintas que recogen las clases dictadas por Cortázar).

Entrevistas

    1978: Conversaciones con Cortázar (con Ernesto González Bermejo)

    1978: Cortázar por Cortázar (con Evelyn Picon Garfield)

    1996: La fascinación de las palabras (con Omar Prego)

Epistolario

    1990: Cartas a una pelirroja (correspondencia con Evelyn Picon Garfield)

    2000: Cartas 1. 1937-1963, primera edición

    2000: Cartas 2. 1964-1968, primera edición

    2000: Cartas 3. 1969-1983, primera edición

    2009: Correspondencia Cortázar-Dunlop-Monrós

    2010: Cartas a los Jonquières

    2012: Cartas 1. 1937 - 1954, segunda edición ampliada

    2012: Cartas 2. 1955 - 1964, segunda edición ampliada

    2012: Cartas 3. 1965 - 1968, segunda edición ampliada

    2012: Cartas 4. 1969 - 1976, segunda edición ampliada

    2012: Cartas 5. 1977 - 1984, segunda edición ampliada

Otros

    1973: La casilla de los Morelli (antología)

    1975: Fantomas contra los vampiros multinacionales (cómic)

    1981: La raíz del ombú (cómic), con Alberto Cedrón

    1983: Cuaderno de bitácora de Rayuela, con Ana María Barrenechea

    1995: Diario de Andrés Fava. Fragmento narrativo desprendido de El examen y publicado como libro independiente.

    1997: Cuaderno de Zihuatanejo. El libro de los sueños (edición no venal)

    2008: Discurso del oso (versión ilustrada de su breve narración, incluida originalmente en Historias de cronopios y de famas)

    2014: Cortázar de la A a la Z. Recopilación de Aurora Bernárdez y Carles Álvarez Garriga. Alfaguara.

Traducciones

    Robinson Crusoe, de Daniel Defoe (1945), del inglés para Viau. Versión abreviada.

    El hombre que sabía demasiado, de G. K. Chesterton (1946), del inglés para Nova.

    Memorias de una enana, de Walter de la Mare (1946), del inglés para Nova.

    El inmoralista, de André Gide (1947), del francés para Argos.

    La poesía pura, de Henri Bremond (1947), del francés para Argos.

    Filosofía de la risa y del llanto, de Alfred Stern (1950), del francés para Imán.

    Mujercitas, de Louisa May Alcott (1951), del inglés para Codex.

    La víbora, de Marcel Aymé (1952), del francés para Sudamericana.

    La vida de los otros, de Ladislas Dormandi (1952), del francés para Sudamericana.

    Memorias de Adriano, de Marguerite Yourcenar (1955), del francés para Sudamericana.

    Vida y cartas de John Keats, de Lord Houghton (1955), del inglés para Imán.

    Obras en prosa, de Edgar Allan Poe (1956), del inglés para la Universidad de Puerto Rico.

    Eureka: ensayo sobre el universo material y espiritual, de Edgar Allan Poe,(1972) del inglés para  Alianza Editorial.

    “Prefacio” a Música de Buenos Aires, de Virgil Thompson (1966), del inglés para Sudamericana.

    Llenos de niños los árboles, de Carol Dunlop (1983), idioma sin especificar (inglés o francés) para Nueva Nicaragua-Monimbó.

Audiolibros

    Cortázar lee a Cortázar, 1966

    Voz de América Latina, 1968

    Cortázar por él mismo, un libro sonoro, 1970

    Casa de las Américas, 1978

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meet ban, and his little friends (kai & do)

ban is a simple man with niche hobbies (in his world’s standards)

ban likes foxes! now he has two fox pals given to him by a wandering alien ( @creatoraxl !!! )

ban is no longer alone as he finally has company

whole body draft:

[vestae-vocivus]

(fr) Syndrome de l’imposteur, Syndrome de l’autodidacte.    

Partie 1    

*disclaimer : je ne suis pas psychologue, je n’ai pas fait d’étude de psychologie, cependant j’en suis passionnée. Il s’agit ici de mon point de vue, mon expérience, mon analyse après avoir fait des recherches.  Je vous mettrais beaucoup de source en fin d’article si vous voulez vous faire votre propre avis. J’ai conscience que c’est un travail que chaque personne doit faire sur soi mais fournir des outils ou des sources autour de ce sujet ne peut pas faire de mal d’en apprendre plus sur ce sujet, aussi ça ne remplace clairement pas l’aide d’un professionnel et je vous conseils d’aller voir un psychologue qui pourra vous aider à travailler sur ce sujet.    

Après avoir eu de nombreuse discutions avec des créatifs de tout genre, le syndrome de l’imposteur ou de l’autodidacte est apparu sous de nombreuses formes. Discrète, caché sous les teintes de doute ou d’une modestie incompréhensible. C’est ce qui m’a donné envie d’écrire cet article et de chercher des réponses pour savoir comment aider les gens quand je le vois arriver dans ma vie.    

Le Syndrome de l’imposteur ou le syndrome de l’autodidacte a été découvert en 1978. Vous pouvez retrouver l’historique sur la page Wikipédia dédiée.  Je vais l’appelé S.I dans l’article pour éviter de trop répéter sa dénomination complète à chaque fois. Si le terme de syndrome vous gènes, je comprends car il embarrasse même les créatrices qui se penche plus pour le décrire comme une expérience.  

    Ce biais n’est pas insurmontable mais handicapant, disons qu'il peut nous empêcher de profiter pleinement de notre vie et d’avoir nos pleines capacités.    On s'autocensure

  “Je suis nul.le, pas assez bien par rapport à Intel, c’est trop simple, ceci ou cela ne va pas ” par rapport à la réalité de la réalisation ou ne pas arriver à recevoir les compliments. Vous avez énormément de façon de retrouver le S.I dans vos vies. C’est une expérience qu’on peut tous vivre.     

  Au début je pensais que c’était un manque de confiance en soi et du perfectionnisme mais au fond c’était bien plus profond que ça je ne me sentais pas légitime, je m’interdisais de faire ce que mon intuition me dicter de produire. On peut dire que ça a mis des freins dans mes projets, ça en a annulé d’autres. Depuis que j’ai pris conscience des mécanismes du SI, je fais ce qui me plaît – il se peut que je me plante mais au moins j’apprends de mes erreurs et de mes expériences. Quand je le vois arrivé aussi je fais attention à ce qu’il me dit.    

  Cette déformation de notre ego peut avoir de multiple racine, il peut naître dans l’enfance lors d’une surévaluation des adultes autour mais aussi l’inverse, une dévaluation. Que ça soit à l’école où lors de changement de rôle dans la vie, quand on rencontre quelque chose de nouveau, il peut apparaître.    

  Je vais aborder quelques caractéristiques du S.I, en commençant par le désir de perfection.  Comprendre l’étymologie de ce mot a changé ma vision que j’accordais au perfectionnisme. Pour moi la perfection était l’idéal et d’ailleurs c’est sa définition mais en changeant ma vision de l’idéal, je me suis moins flagellé avec celui-ci car j’avais beaucoup d’anxiété par rapport à ça. (Signe astro de la vierge haha).    Le mot « perfection » vient du verbe latin perficio, dans lequel -ficio est la forme du verbe facio, facere : faire ; le préfixe per- traduit l'idée d'une action menée « jusqu'au bout ». Parfait signifie donc « ce qui est fait jusqu'au bout, totalement ».  Ça a fait tilt pour moi car j’ai commencé à déconstruire ma vision du perfectionnisme. C’est un moteur pour certain, comme un frein pour d’autre, dans tous les cas il faut l’accepter et l’apprivoiser chacun a sa façon. Ce qui fonctionne pour moi, c’est de lister les choses que j’ai à faire pour un projet tout en restant réaliste sur le temps que je m’accorde (avec des pauses régulières) et avoir une deadline. Une fois que la deadline est fait, je ne touche plus à rien. Ainsi ça m’évite d’en faire trop ou de m’y prendre à la dernière minute. Je prends le temps aussi d’observer ce que j’ai fait : si ma petite voix apparaît avec en me listant les défauts, j’écoute, parfois je les écris et je me dis que le prochain projet, je ferais comme elle a dit pour voir si c’est mieux. Je lâche prise sur les possibilités. Au moins, je suis allé au bout.     

Prendre la valeur de son avis de ses choix est capitales. Il m’arrive de demander des avis externes, des conseils mais je garde à l’esprit que seul mon avis final compte car c’est mon projet, il m’appartient et j’en suis maître.  Les personnes qui ont demandé m’ont fait confiance car c’est pour mes choix qu’ils sont venus vers moi. (Et je peux me tromper aussi et ce n’est pas grave) Plus on pratique une chose, plus on est en confiance sur nos choix. Si on se paralyse de pratique, l’évolution est impossible.    

Voici pour la première partie, c’est un sujet vaste donc je préfère ne pas tout envoyer d’un coup. Ne pas hésiter à donner votre avis/ si ça vous arrive / si vous avez des techniques aussi !    

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Article 1307 of the Civil Code provides "Innominate contracts shall be regulated by the stipulations of the parties, by the provisions of Titles I and II of this Book, by the rules governing the most analogous nominate contracts, and by the customs of the place".

Four (4) Kinds of Innominate

1. Do ut des (I give that you may give)

2. Do ut facias (I give that you may do)

3. Facio ut des (I do that you may give)

4. Facio ut facias (I do that you may do)

For example:

Pedro' car broke down so he look for a mechanic. Later on, he found Juan and asked him to fix the car. Juan fixed the car. Pedro then thanked Juan and was about to leave when Juan asked for compensation. Pedro refused on the ground that they don't even have a contract to pay in the first place.

Question: Is Pedro correct?

Answer: No, Pedro is incorrect. He should compensate Juan as they entered into innominate contract of Facio ut des.

In other words, even in the absence of agreement to pay between them, the law presumes that Juan just fixed the car because he was expecting something in return from Pedro.

Art. 1308 of the Civil Code provides, the contract must bind both contracting parties; its validity or compliance cannot be left to the will of one of them.

The case of Floirendo vs Metrobank

Facts:

Reynaldo P. Floirendo, Jr. obtained a loan of P1,000,000.00 from Metropolitan Bank and Trust Company (Metrobank) for his real estate business.

Floirendo executed a real estate mortgage over his four parcels of land as security for the loan.

The loan was renewed for another year, and Floirendo signed a promissory note fixing the interest rate at "15.446% per annum for the first 30 days, subject to upward/downward adjustment every 30 days thereafter."

The promissory note allowed Metrobank to increase or decrease the interest rate without advance notice to Floirendo in the event of changes in the interest rate prescribed by law or the Monetary Board of the Central Bank of the Philippines.

Metrobank started imposing higher interest rates on Floirendo's loan, reaching as high as 30.244% in October 1997.

Floirendo negotiated for the renewal of his loan but was required to pay the arrears in interest.

Despite Floirendo's payment, Metrobank filed a petition for foreclosure of mortgage.

Floirendo filed a complaint for reformation of the real estate mortgage contract and promissory note, alleging that the increased interest rates imposed by Metrobank were illegal and unconscionable.

Issue:

Whether the mortgage contract and promissory note express the true agreement between the parties.

Ruling:

The Supreme Court ruled in favor of Floirendo.

The Court held that the increases in interest rates unilaterally imposed by Metrobank without Floirendo's consent violated the principle of mutuality of contracts.

The Court emphasized that a contract must bind both parties, and any stipulation regarding the validity or compliance of the contract that is left solely to the will of one party is invalid.

The provision in the promissory note allowing Metrobank to change the interest rate without advance notice to Floirendo violated the essence of mutuality of the contract.

The Court cited previous cases where it declared escalation clauses, which give one party the unbridled right to adjust the interest rate, as void for being violative of mutuality in contracts.

The Court further emphasized that any change in the contract must be mutually agreed upon, and the minds of all parties must meet as to the proposed modification.

The requisites for reformation of the mortgage contract and promissory note were present in this case.

There was a meeting of minds between the parties, but the documents did not express their true agreement on interest rates.

Metrobank acted in bad faith by unilaterally increasing the interest rate without Floirendo's knowledge and consent.

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Semifinales de boxeo en los Juegos Estatales Conade 2023

Este sábado se llevaron a cabo los combates de semifinales de Juegos Estatales Conade 2023 en el segundo día de actividad de la disciplina de boxeo. Los pugilistas se dieron cita desde medio día en las instalaciones del gimnasio Municipal Neri Santos, en la fronteriza Ciudad Juárez.

Con peleas simultáneas en dos rings, una pantalla con transmisión en vivo y porra en los graderíos, los jóvenes de del estado de Chihuahua buscan alcanzar la presea áurea, así como la oportunidad de representar a la entidad en juegos nacionales.

Dentro de los participantes destacó el peleador local y campeón mundial juvenil Ari Bonilla, quien venció al capitalino Karlo Ontiveros en la categoría de los 51 kilos. Ari, quién consiguió el título mundial en España el año pasado, participa en esta edición de Juegos Estatales junto con su hermano Andrey quién también triunfó, pero en la categoría de los 54 kilos.

Mañana a partir de las 11:00 horas se disputarán las finales del boxeo para concluir con la actividad de dicha disciplina.

NOMENCLATURA

RSC = Referee suspende combate

DD = Decisión Dividida

DU = Decisión Unánime

WO = No se presentó rival

ACTIVIDAD EN RING 1

CAT. 48 KG Edgar Ponce de Chihuahua vence a Kevin Quiñonez de Parral por RSC

CAT. 48 KG Kevin Facio de Juárez vence a Evadió García de Camargo por RSC

CAT. 51 KG Ari Bonilla de Juárez vence a Karo Ontiveros de Chihuahua por DU

CAT. 54 KG Diego Oliva de UACH vence a Alan Grado de Parral por RSC

54 KG Andrey Bonilla de Juárez vence a Alejandro Reyes de Saucillo por RSC

57 KG César Osmael De Anda de Juárez vence a Omar Chacón de Chihuahua por DD

57 KG Fabián Martinez de Janos vence a Jaziel Chaparro de Parral por RSC

60 KG Ricardo Soto de Nuevo Casas Grandes vence a Kris Cháirez de Delicias por RSC

60 KG José Luis Magaña de Juárez vence a Antonio Aguilar de UACH por DD

63.5 KG Efraín Contreras de Camargo vence a Jimmy Márquez de UACH por RSC

63.5 KG Adrián Quintana de Parral vence a José Baca de Juárez por DD

67 KG Raúl Baca de Chihuahua vence a Ricardo Ordoñez de Juárez por DD

67 KG Antonio Castro de UACH vence a Eduardo Chávez de Camargo por DD

71 KG Eduardo Muñoz de Chihuahua vence a Diego Borges de Juárez por DD

71 KG Andrés Figueroa de Saucillo vence a Ricardo Rodríguez de Nuevo Casas Grandes por WO

75 Jesús Zamarrón de Aldama vence a César Palma de Chihuahua por RSC

ACTIVIDAD EN RING 2

CAT. 46 KG Alfonso Loya de Janos vence a José Luis Garibay de Parral por RSC

CAT. 46 KG Rafael Lozoya de Delicias vence a David Román de Juárez por DD

CAT. 48 KG Adriel Guel de Delicias vence a Marcos Cufiel de Chihuahua por DD

CAT. 50 KG Bryan Neri de Juárez vence a Alexis Vargas de Chihuahua por DD

CAT. 50 KG Daniel Loya de Janos vence a Andrés Rodríguez de Delicias por DD

CAT. 52 KG Samuel Duarte de Juárez vence a Alan Castillo de Aldama WO

CAT. 52 KG Derek Torres de Chihuahua vence a Kevin García de Nuevo Casas Grandes por DD

CAT. 54 KG Aaron Zamora de Delicias vence a Omar Soto de Nuevo Casas Grandes por DD

CAT 54 KG Jesús Delval vence a Nain Valdiviezo de Cuauhtémoc por RSC.

CAT 57 KG Saul Piñón de Chihuahua vence a Félix Figueroa de Parral por RSC

CAT 57 KG Ángel Carrillo de Juárez vence a Nahi Bustillos de Cuauhtémoc por WO

CAT 60 KG Sergio Espinoza de Parral vence a Omar Cruz de Cuauhtémoc por DU

CAT 60 KG Luis Flores de Juárez vence a Jesús Márquez de Chihuahua por DU

CAT 63 KG Freed Álvarez de Cuauhtémoc vence a Abdiel Reyes de Nuevo Casas Grandes por WO

CAT 63 KG Leonardo Sigala de Juárez vence a Paulo Lozoya de Chihuahua por DU

CAT 66 KG Brandon García de Saucillo vence a Fidel Fuentes de Aldama WO

CAT 66 KG Héctor Ponce de Chihuahua vence a Carlos Villanueva de Juárez por DU

CAT 70 KG Yael Quintana de Chihuahua vence a Edgar Talamantes de Parral por RSC

CAT 70 KG José Montes de Juárez venció a Edgar Rojo de Cuauhtémoc WO