#however. i am locked out of reading an english translation of it. so i will simply invent the vibe until then

[brother-emperors]

if you've ever wondered how long something can sit in my WIP folder, this one is probably the idea I've been kicking around the longest

so. you see. what happened was.

last year I was reading about socratic dialogues in the renaissance right. only at one point, I got it confused with platonic discussions, and when you start reading about platonic discussions of love, you run into marsilio ficino, and I just kind of. stayed there until I ran out of books to read, and finally decided to finish this up!

Plato's Persona: Marsilio Ficino, Renaissance Humanism, and Platonic Traditions, Denis J. J. Robinchaud

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

#im going to have to do another ficino illustration tho bc the orpheus thing that both poliziano and lorenzo de' medici have to #say about him is like. okay! okay. loving the implications here fellas #....actually maybe two more ficino illustrations. we'll see. i want to get back to the sforzas #in theory i should probably also read lorenzo's writings to really pin down a specific kind of vibe linking all this together #however. i am locked out of reading an english translation of it. so i will simply invent the vibe until then #italian renaissance tag #drawing tag #anyway vibes aside i love it when the italian renaissance guys write letters. the way people are about cicero and atticus is me #about basically any renaissance letter writing pair

[olderthannetfic]

I thought it would be interesting to see if I could easily determine which ships had the most works updated in 2023.

It turned out to be fairly easy, though a little time consuming. I think these results should be reasonably accurate.

Some points to note:

I did this on my own account, and I have like 2 people muted. So I am capturing the effects of archive-locked works, but my numbers might be off by one or two works due to muting.

Works updated in 2023 is a number that constantly changes as works are deleted or updated again in 2024.

I didn't scrape the entire archive or anything like that, so it's possible I missed a ship that would bump one of these down below 100. I'd take the last few at the bottom there with a grain of salt. But I think we can be reasonably sure the top ones are accurate and that the kinds of numbers that we see at the bottom there (eighteen hundred plus works updated in 2023) are about where the cutoff will be even if we find a ship I missed.

--

As for how I did this, I went to the category tags and the rating tags, filtered for updating in 2023, then excluded ships in the sidebar till I got to 130-150 ships excluded. I also grabbed ships that are big in general from tag search, which you can use to find all relationship canonicals, ordered by frequency.

I combined those lists of ships, cleaned off the works numbers, and generated a list without duplicates. That got me three hundred and something (yes, they were mostly duplicates). I generated the relevant AO3 URLs, opened them in batches with Open Multiple URLs, and copied the works totals into a spreadsheet. Not as tidy as using a script but honestly pretty easy if you know a few spreadsheet formulas to clean up data.

The key here is that if you're only going for pretty good and not accurate beyond a shadow of a doubt, all you need to do is generate a list of likely ships, then check them.

It's possible that there's some much-updated ship that is so evenly spread across these various other tags that it just missed showing up in the sidebar. Hopefully, grabbing more than just the top 100 avoided this problem.

This method also doesn't take into account backdated works. If a whole archive was imported in 2023 but all backdated, there could be some ship that didn't have new works but where AO3 users experience in 2023 was of an influx of content.

I also did this just now, in late March/early April, so some 2023 works have inevitably been deleted or updated again. So the exact work counts don't represent the experience of using AO3 throughout 2023. A fandom active in early 2023 might not have much updating in early 2024, while a fandom active in late 2023 would. This could demote the latter a few places in the rankings since I didn't grab numbers on January 1st.

Even if a person scraped AO3 every day or was monkeying around in the databases, you also have to ask what conceptual answer you're after. Is it works a user could have read at some point during 2023, whether they were deleted by the year's end or not? Is it new-to-AO3 works or only newly-created ones, not including imported archives? Does it matter if the works are fic? If they're in English? What about accidental double-uploads or translations of a single work?

I hope this makes it clear why a definitive ranking is not actually possible.

However, despite these drawbacks, I am confident that the rankings above accurately represent the broad trends on AO3 in 2023. Just don't get too fixated on whether a ship should be at number 73 or number 74.

And, of course, I excluded these from the top 100:

Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) - 20,026

Minor or Background Relationship(s) - 16,187

No Romantic Relationship(s) - 8,052

Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) - 7,195

Original Male Character/Original Male Character - 6,283

Other Relationship Tags to Be Added - 5,618

Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) - 3,990

Original Character(s) & Original Character(s) - 3,210

Here's a spreadsheet if you want to see the actual numbers not as a shitty screencap. I left the next few below 100 for context.

[meteorrites]

Hi! this is my first time posting here.. and I wrote this at like 2 am so it’s probably all jumbled up + I’m learning English (like actually) had to translate some stuff too :p

Wrote this for my friend so shout out to them, also this is somehow super long?? I don’t know how I managed that so it isn’t proof read.

Sub! Neuvillette nsfw

Furina tríes finding Neuvillette for a meeting but it seems he’s too busy (tried making it gender neutral but— yeah.)

warnings: office sex, reader has a dick but just imagine it’s a strap if you’d like, idk you fuck his ass basically, teasing

——————————

“Neuvillete!”

"Where could he be?" Furina muttered under her breath, a hint of worry breaking through her usually confident demeanor. "Leaving me alone with someone like that."

By “someone like that” she referred to Arlecchino one of the 11th fatui harbingers.

They had arranged a meeting to discuss matters of the state but it seemed Neuvillette was late, which was oddly out of character as he had always been punctual especially matters this serious.

As Furina waited nervously in Arlecchino's presence, her mind raced with concern, Furina swore she checked everywhere… everywhere but the most obvious place where you could find the chief justice himself, his office.

Arlecchino continued to scrutinize her with her piercing gaze. Furina finally blurted out, "Neuvillette should be here to assist me in this matter, but he seems to have vanished into thin air."

Arlecchino's expression remained stern, and a hint of amusement danced in her eyes as he responded, "It appears your capable assistant has chosen an interesting time to disappear. How... unfortunate for you, Furina."

Meanwhile, in Neuvillette's office, the atmosphere was thick with tension as his lips met yours.

Neuvillette's urgency was palpable as he hastily closed the door to his office, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of impatience and desire. Without wasting another moment, he turned to you, his voice husky but still filled with longing.

"Please, Y/n, do not delay any longer. I’ve been waiting for days."

Your lips curled into a knowing smirk as you approached Neuvillette with deliberate steps. The air between you two was charged with anticipation, your desires converging in the small, private space.

"Is that so?" Your voice was low and sultry, a stark contrast to his formality. Your eyes, however, remained dark with desire as you closed the distance between the two of you.

Neuvillette's fingers twitched at his sides, his impatience barely contained. "Do refrain from teasing, my dear Y/N. I find it rather challenging to contain my desires any longer."

Y/N's hands, however, moved with a deliberate slowness as they undid Neuvillette's belt, their gaze locked onto his. The anticipation in the room was electric, but Neuvillette couldn't help but feel a thrill in playing this particular game.

"Ah, but patience, Neuvillette," Y/N purred, their fingers tracing along his waistband, a teasing glint in their eyes.

Neuvillette's breath hitched, and he fought to maintain his usual composure as Y/N's touch sent shivers down his spine. "I’ve been patient enough."

Y/N's lips curled into a knowing smile as they finally freed Neuvillette from his pants. Neuvillette's arousal was evident, his desire on full display as he stood before Y/N, his usual formality slipping away.

"Then let’s not waste any more time.." Y/N's voice carried an air of command, and yet there was a mischievous playfulness to it that made Neuvillette's heart race.

Neuvillette's back met the edge of the desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. Y/N's hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, and igniting every inch of Neuvillette's body.

Neuvillette's fingers tangled in Y/N's hair, and he pulled them into a fierce kiss that mirrored the urgency coursing through their veins. Their mouths collided, tongues dueling for dominance as their desire spiraled higher.

Y/N's hand slipped between them, wrapping around Neuvillette's hard length, and he couldn't help but moan at the sensation. His hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of Y/N's touch.

"Y/N," Neuvillette gasped, his voice laced with desire as Y/N's grip tightened around him. The formal facade was slipping further, giving way to the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.

Yuri’s lips trailed down Neuvillette's neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. "You're mine, Neuvillette. All mine."

Neuvillette's head spun, his arousal and need blurring his thoughts. "Fuck, yes," he managed to breathe, his grip on Y/n’s hair tightening.

In the heat of the moment, Y/n leaned down to capture Neuvillette's lips in a passionate kiss, their mouths melding together with a hunger that mirrored their desire. Neuvillette's moans of pleasure were swallowed by their kiss, the intensity of their connection deepening.

And then, Y/n's fingers found their way to Neuvillette's mouth. They slipped their fingers inside, and Neuvillette's tongue eagerly met them. With a sultry smile, Y/n withdrew their fingers, glistening with Neuvillette's saliva.

Using Neuvillette's saliva as a makeshift lubricant, Y/n continued their preparations, Y/n couldn't resist the urge to add another layer of sensation any longer to their passionate encounter. With one hand firmly gripping Neuvillette's hip, he used his free hand to slide his fingers between Neuvillette's cheeks, teasingly circling his entrance.

Neuvillette gasped at the unexpected touch, his body quivering with anticipation. Y/N's fingers dragged along the velvety walls of his ass, exploring and stretching him in tandem with his thrusts. It was a sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Neuvillette's body, intensifying their connection and bringing them both closer to the brink of ecstasy. But he couldn’t release, he wanted more.

Neuvillette's voice quivered with need, his words a plea for more. "Y/N, don't tease me like this. I need you."

Y/N's response was a wicked grin as he continued his careful exploration, coming tantalizingly close to Neuvillette's prostate without quite hitting it. He could feel the heat and desire radiating from Neuvillette's body, and it only fueled his own arousal.

"Patience, Neuvillette," Y/N murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I want to make this unforgettable for you."

As Y/N stretched and prepared Neuvillette's eager ass, their connection grew even more intense. Neuvillette's moans of pleasure filled the room, his body responding eagerly to Y/N's skilled touch.

Y/N couldn't help but revel in the sensation of Neuvillette's tightness and warmth around him. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that he had longed for, and now that he had it, he intended to make the most of it.

Their passionate encounter continued, each moment filled with unrestrained desire and a playful teasing that had Neuvillette's mind in chaos. The office, once a place of formality, was now a sanctuary of shared passion, with no room for restraint or decorum.

As Y/N's fingers continued to work their magic, Neuvillette's moans grew louder and more desperate. He couldn't contain his desire any longer, and he longed for Y/N to take him completely.

"Y/N," Neuvillette gasped, his voice desperate and filled with need. "Please, I can't wait any longer. Take me."

Y/N's approach was deliberate, and as he pushed inside Neuvillette, he didn't fully enter but instead teased him by rubbing just the tip against his eager warmth. It was a calculated move, one designed to drive Neuvillette wild with desire.

Neuvillette's reaction was immediate and intense. He gasped, his body quivering with need as he desperately sought more of Y/N's touch. "Y/N, please," he begged, his voice filled with longing. "Don't tease me like this."

Y/N's grin was wicked as he continued to tantalize Neuvillette, the head of his cock dancing against Neuvillette's entrance. He could feel the way Neuvillette's body clenched around him, the walls of his ass gripping him tightly in response to the teasing.

Their connection was electric, desire and pleasure coursing through both of them. Y/N's voice was low and husky as he whispered in Neuvillette's ear, "You're so responsive, Neuvillette. I love how you react to my touch."

Neuvillette's moans grew louder, his control slipping away as Y/N's teasing pushed him to the brink of insanity. He arched his back, seeking more of Y/N's touch, more of the pleasure that only Y/N could provide.

"Y/N," Neuvillette gasped, his voice desperate and filled with need. "Please, I need you inside me. Take me."

Y/N's grin grew wider as he finally relented, pushing himself deeper into Neuvillette's eager warmth. A guttural moan escaped Neuvillette's lips as he was filled by Y/N's presence, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite.

Y/N's desire for a better position overwhelmed him, and without a word, they decided to take matters into their own hands. Neuvillette, lost in the sea of pleasure, was caught off guard as Y/N suddenly flipped him over, his chest pressed against the smooth surface of the desk, his ass now fully exposed to Y/N's hungry gaze.

Neuvillette's gasp of surprise was muffled by the desk, and he found himself in a position of vulnerability, completely at Y/N's mercy. Y/N's strength was surprising, and Neuvillette couldn't help but admire his assertiveness.

With Neuvillette now face down on the desk, his ass exposed and inviting, Y/N had full access to his most sensitive areas. It was a position that left Neuvillette trembling with anticipation, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Y/N to take him completely.

Y/N wasted no time in taking advantage of the new position. His hands roamed over Neuvillette's back and hips, his touch both tender and demanding. He leaned over Neuvillette, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of his spine.

Neuvillette's moans of pleasure filled the room as Y/N's lips and hands explored every inch of his exposed skin. He couldn't contain his desire any longer, and he pressed his ass back against Y/N, silently begging for more.

Y/N's fingers brushed against Neuvillette's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He couldn't resist giving Neuvillette's cheeks a playful squeeze, earning a gasp of pleasure in response.

"Y/N," Neuvillette whispered, his voice filled with need. "Please, I need you."

Y/N's response was to position himself once again, this time pushing into Neuvillette with a single, powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and Neuvillette cried out in ecstasy as Y/N filled him completely.

Their connection deepened as they moved together in perfect harmony. The pleasure they shared was intense and all-consuming, and as they surrendered to the ecstasy that bound them together, they knew that this encounter would be one they would both cherish forever.

Y/N leaned over, his lips grazing Neuvillette's ear as he whispered, "You feel incredible like this, Neuvillette. You're mine, and I'm going to make you scream."

Neuvillette's moans filled the room as Y/N continued to thrust into him, their passion reaching new heights with every passing moment. The office, once a place of formality, was now a realm of shared desire, where they could give in to their most primal instincts without restraint.

Their movements were fervent, urgent, driven by a need that had built over days of anticipation. The desk rocked beneath them, a testament to their unrestrained desire.

Neuvillette's hands gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he met each of Y/n’s thrusts with equal fervor. The pleasure was exquisite, every sensation magnified by their raw need for each other.

Y/n’s voice was a low growl in Neuvillette's ear, their words driving Neuvillette closer to the edge. "You're so damn responsive, Neuvillette. My cock knows exactly how to make you scream."

Neuvillette's pants were fully down now, leaving him exposed and pressed against his desk, the situation utterly scandalous. Y/N's grip on him tightened, their desire evident in the way they pressed their body against him, their groin firmly against Neuvillette's exposed rear.

The friction and heat between them were undeniable, and Neuvillette's gasps grew more intense as pleasure coursed through his body. His arousal was evident, his cock hard and throbbing, pre-cum glistening as it dripped onto the polished surface of the desk.

Y/n's relentless desire and teasing had pushed Neuvillette to the brink of ecstasy, and he couldn't deny the intoxicating sensations that coursed through him. The office, once a place of formality, had become a sanctuary of shared passion and irresistible temptation.

In the midst of their passionate encounter, Y/N couldn't resist teasing Neuvillette further. Their voice dripped with seduction as they whispered, "What if Lady Furina walked in right now, Neuvillette? What if she saw the Iudex of Fontaine in such a compromising position?"

Neuvillette's thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. His usual formality had been abandoned, and he was now fully immersed in the intoxicating moment.

"I-I..." Neuvillette stammered, unable to form a coherent response. Y/N's teasing was driving him to the brink of insanity, but he couldn't bring himself to stop or resist.

Their passionate encounter continued, with Y/N's relentless teasing pushing Neuvillette further into ecstasy. The office, once a place of formality, had become a sanctuary of shared passion, where restraint and decorum had no place.

Y/N reveled in the control they had over Neuvillette, their voice a seductive whisper in his ear. "Tell me, Neuvillette, what would you say to Lady Furina if she walked in right now? How would you explain this?"

Neuvillette's mind was a whirlwind of desire and pleasure, and he struggled to form coherent thoughts. "I... I would..." he began, his voice trembling as he was unable to finish the sentence.

Y/N's laughter was a sultry melody as they continued their relentless assault on Neuvillette's senses. "Would you tell her how much you enjoy being taken like this, Neuvillette? How you crave my touch, my every command?"

Neuvillette's moans grew louder, his resistance crumbling with each passing moment. He couldn't deny the truth of Y/N's words, and his desire for them was all-consuming.

As their passion reached its peak, Y/N's voice took on a commanding tone. "Tell me you're mine, Neuvillette. Say it."

Neuvillette's breaths were ragged, his need overwhelming. "I'm yours," he finally gasped, surrendering completely to Y/N's control.

Y/N's desire was insatiable, and as their passionate encounter with Neuvillette continued, they couldn't resist the urge to explore every inch of his body. With heated urgency, Y/N found himself wanting to feel all of Neuvillette, to experience every sensation in their shared moment of ecstasy.

Their lips locked in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm as they continued their fervent lovemaking. Y/N's hands roamed Neuvillette's body, tracing the contours of his chest and shoulders. His shirt had become an inconvenient barrier to the sensations he craved, and he couldn't bear to wait any longer.

"Turn around, Neuvillette," Y/N whispered breathlessly, his voice dripping with desire.

Neuvillette, lost in the intoxication of their passion, complied, his chest rising and falling heavily. He couldn't help but wonder what Y/N had in mind, his curiosity piqued by their urgency.

Y/N's desire to feel all of Neuvillette was undeniable, and as he attempted to remove Neuvillette's shirt, he found it to be a more complex task than anticipated. The fabric clung to Neuvillette's body, and in his haste, Y/N decided on a more direct approach.

With a swift motion, Y/N slid his hand under Neuvillette's shirt, fingers eagerly seeking the warmth of his skin. His palm pressed against Neuvillette's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath, and his fingers traced the contours of Neuvillette's pecs.

Neuvillette's gasp of surprise and pleasure was music to Y/N's ears as his hand explored further, fingers brushing against the hardened nubs of Neuvillette's nipples. Their shared ecstasy deepened as Y/N's touch elicited a moan from Neuvillette, his body reacting to the exquisite sensations.

Neuvillette couldn't help but break the passionate silence with a trembling voice, filled with desire and curiosity. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

Y/N's own desire was palpable, his breath hot against Neuvillette's ear as he replied, "I want to feel all of you, Neuvillette. Every inch."

Their bodies pressed together, their connection intensified by the intoxicating sensations coursing through them. Y/N continued to pound with unrelenting fervor, each thrust driving them closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Haah," Neuvillette moaned, his pleasure building with each passing moment. Y/N's touch and their shared intimacy were overwhelming, and he could no longer contain his desire.

Their passionate encounter continued, the office now a private realm of shared desire and irresistible temptation. The complexities of their desires, the urgency of their actions, and the fervent dialogue between them created an unforgettable tableau of unrestrained passion.

As their passionate encounter reached its climax, Y/N couldn't resist the temptation to tease Neuvillette one final time. Their shared desire had pushed them both to the edge, and Y/N was determined to send Neuvillette over the precipice of ecstasy.

Their breaths were ragged, and their bodies glistened with a sheen of sweat as Y/N whispered provocatively, "I didn't know dragons could be so responsive, Neuvillette."

Neuvillette's moans of pleasure and desire filled the air, his body trembling with anticipation. Y/N had discovered his most sensitive spot, and he was now utterly at their mercy.

With one final, powerful thrust, Y/N hit Neuvillette's prostate with precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. Neuvillette's eyes widened, and he saw stars explode behind his closed eyelids as pleasure consumed him entirely.

A strangled cry of pleasure escaped Neuvillette's lips as his vision exploded with stars. The sensations coursing through his body were overwhelming, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

His release was powerful, an eruption of pleasure that left him seeing stars as he came, coating his own stomach and shirt with his essence. The intensity of the climax was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he was left trembling and utterly spent.

After their passionate climax, Y/N couldn't help but look down at Neuvillette, his face flushed with desire, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He was a vision of post-orgasmic bliss, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

With a mischievous smile, Y/N leaned down and left a lingering hickey on Neuvillette's neck, a mark of their intense encounter. Neuvillette gasped at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through him.

But before Y/N could savor the aftermath, Neuvillette's expression shifted from one of post-orgasmic bliss to sudden realization and panic. With a start, he quickly sat up, his eyes widening in alarm as he asked in a frantic voice, "What time is it?"

The urgency in Neuvillette's tone was palpable, and Y/N glanced at a nearby clock. His eyes widened as he saw the time, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath. Neuvillette was incredibly late to the meeting, and the implications of his tardiness were not lost on either of them.

Y/N quickly gathered his clothes and helped Neuvillette do the same, their movements hurried and frantic. They exchanged hurried, breathless kisses in between pulling on their clothes, the taste of each other still lingering on their lips.

As Neuvillette finally managed to get dressed, he glanced at Y/N with a mix of regret and longing. "I wish I could stay," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine desire.

Y/N smiled, his fingers tracing Neuvillette's cheek affectionately. "I know," he replied, his own desire evident in his eyes. "But duty calls, and Lady Furina awaits."

Neuvillette nodded, his expression torn between his responsibilities and his longing for Y/N. With a final, lingering kiss, they reluctantly parted ways, knowing that the world outside was waiting for them.

———

Extra:

"Well, well, Neuvillette," Furina purred, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You certainly took your sweet time getting here. Care to explain why you're so fashionably late?"

Neuvillette, still slightly breathless from his passionate encounter with Y/N, struggled to find the right words. He knew that any excuse he offered would likely be met with more of Furina's sharp wit… and probably her wanting to take him to court for being late.

Y/N's earlier teasing echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement despite the situation. It seemed that both his assistant and Lady Furina had a penchant for teasing him mercilessly.

With a composed facade, Neuvillette finally replied, "My apologies, Lady Furina. I was... caught up in a matter of utmost importance."

Furina's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I see. A matter of utmost importance, you say? Well, I do hope it was worth the delay."

#sub!neuvillette #neuvillette #genshin impact smut #genshin impact sub #neuvilette smut #sub genshin #sub!neuvilette #genshin smut #dom reader

[vynegar]

lost in translation (ch 11, part 1) + some misc observations

a (non-exhaustive) list of differences i noted down for the translation of chapter 11 (part 1) while watching the chn and eng versions side-by-side. previously i did the same thing for chapter 9 and chapter 10. this also includes random comments and observations i had during this chapter.

disclaimer: i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments. any alternate translations are my own, and are often especially literal (to show the difference between eng/chn).

Overall: Still nothing I’d consider egregious (ruinous to plot or character). Some omission of noncritical phrases in Chinese, like before. One thing I noticed more of is that the phrasing in English sometimes makes a line ambiguous or confusing, while the intention of the sentence in Chinese was much clearer. I have a few examples of these below; usually you can understand it using context clues, but I’m curious to know if other people noticed the issues when just reading in English. There were also some word choices that just felt a little… awkward? (It’s not here, but a few times when the word “grunt” was used…)

11-01

This may be a reference to Jerome's "preoccupation" with his age, like when he wanted to be called an older brother rather than an uncle (see my prev chapter translation comparisons). However, on second thought, this entire thing of his may be another nod to the idea of the pursuit of eternal youth and longevity? But honestly this is just a thought that crossed my mind, I don't really think that's the intention of the writers.

Based on the Chinese, it seems like Reina is older and Matthew is the younger brother.

The English could be interpreted as a hypothetical question, while the Chinese has Matthew directly saying that Vyn is unwanted. (Upon rereading, this is very minor and I would have left this entry out, but I already had the screenshot so I'll just put it here anyway.)

The Underling refers to Matthew using the suffix for people like presidents of companies (as he is a businessman). (Nothing wrong with the translation here, just again pointing out extra info that can be gleaned from the Chinese text.)

11-02

Marius refers to Matthew also with the same suffix.

This section also contains some references to Marius's previous stories:

Vyn was threatened with being locked dark space, which echoes one of Marius's childhood experiences (mentioned in his "In the Darkness" SSR and his blossom personal story, chapter 4)

Marius still can't hold his liquor, which we first saw in "Fabulous Feast" SSR

Ideally, this fear can extend into another thing --

"Of your own accord" gives the feeling of doing something of your own initiative, and voluntarily. The word used in the original text also implies that the thing was done secretly and/or without permission.

11-06

That last sentence felt like a mild warning, in which I could hear several inexplicably complicated emotions.

So the "complicated emotions" are on Vyn's side, not on Rosa's.

11-08

Rosa paints a very specific simile here but I'm honestly not quite sure what it's supposed to imply or if it's referencing something so I'm just going to put this here for reference. The literal translation says it's as if Marius "has hung a ring of keys at his waist and then forcibly drank 5 kg of puer tea".

11-09

[...] Even from the other end of the call, you can feel the embarrassment quietly spreading.

Not necessarily wrong, but the English sentence could almost be interpreted as the embarrassment is spreading throughout the phone, which doesn’t make sense and could cause a moment of confusion.

11-11

Dr. Richter, you haven’t chosen to believe anyone either, have you?

Note that in Chinese it’s not specified that Rosa is referring to “them” (the suspects in the case). It could usually be interpreted that way from context, but using “anyone” preserves ambiguity in Vyn’s response (i.e. it’s possible that Rosa or NXX are included in those that Vyn says he doesn’t trust).

(Sidenote: The beginning of the chapter emphasized the role of surveillance on NXX’s current actions. Therefore, Vyn might not trust anyone, or he might simply be saying what he wants other people to believe. It’s interesting to note that Marius, on the other hand, openly told Vincent in 11-08 that Rosa is the only one he trusts. Which, again, is likely influenced by the possibility of surveillance.)

11-13

After all, there is no way to detect psychological damage. Sometimes the parties involved are themselves not even aware of it.

11-15

By the time your mind has caught up with the situation, you had already placed yourself in his way without a moment’s hesitation.

I probably made more changes than necessary or literal, but it was to convey the feeling more. Then again, this may be one of those lines that seem fine to other people and I'm just stuck on my own knee-jerk impression of the English translation.

I think the English tries to convey "不暇思索地" with the phrase "you find yourself". However, this combined with the opening clause gave the impression that Rosa got caught up in the flurry of confusion, then just happened to find herself standing between Vyn and Darius. In Chinese, "不暇思索地" means something like “without thinking, without hesitation, without a second thought”. It adds a sense of instinctive protectiveness to Rosa’s action, which comes across in later lines of the English translation but I felt was lost in this line. This line was one of the most character-relevant issues I noticed in this chapter.

He looks over at you with rather undisguised astonishment.

11-16

Afterwards, he leaves them with a half-true threat.

Adds a little more playfulness to how he's threatening them with a lawsuit from Rosa.

If she were truly just a perpetrator, they [people online] would have pixelated the photos to prevent anyone from coming after her.

Subject issue, since it wasn’t explicitly stated in the sentence and it’s implied from the previous line.

11-20

Yeah, but I don’t want to answer that directly to your face just yet.

Probably nitpicky and most likely doesn't matter, but I’m going to point out the details since this seems like a foreshadow-y line.

Then he releases his foot and smiles seemingly gently at the young man.

Most of the time the “seemingly” can be (and is) left out in translation, but I think it’s better to keep it here since Vyn probably isn’t actually being gentle.

11-21

Look man, we didn’t do anything. We’re not gonna go asking for trouble.

Contributes to the idea that Luke’s best course of action is just not getting involved this whole incident and continuing with his work.

…No, even names that haven’t been carefully considered can bear meaning.

Thoughtful = “having a lot of thought put into it” would be fine here, but I feel that the more colloquial interpretation of thoughtful (“kind, compassionate”) would be strange since giving Albie a name is itself said to be a kind action. In Chinese, the word used specifically means carefully considering, deliberating, etc.

...you never directed your thoughts toward that direction.

Actually, I don’t think this would be considered an error in translation. I think the metaphorical phrasing is just almost opposite between eng and chn so it stood out to me. In chn it's more like thinking further in that direction; in eng, it’s more like finding a new position to position yourself, then view the situation and do your thinking from that angle.

I also have an analysis post about Albie's name which also involves comparison across eng/chn! Anyway, thanks for reading this far and feel free to let me know your thoughts ^^

#tears of themis #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tot vyn #tot marius #mo yi #lu jinghe #tears of themis analysis #tot translation #thoughts of themis #hmm i was gonna consider scheduling for the morning but fuck it. i'm posting

[spookytoonz]

Edna & Harvey discussion thingy because I NEED to talk about this shit

⚠️Spoiler warning btw⚠️

I am so angry because there are so many unanswered questions regarding the story, specifically in the first game. Where did Harvey come from & how old was Edna when she first got him? How did Edna’s mom die and what did she look like? And when it comes to background characters, I wonder what the Keymaster’s background was like? Or how did Stiesel get the job as a guard/ what made him decide to be a guard in the first place?? ALSO I really wish we could’ve seen the pages in Edna’s diary, it would’ve been so interesting to read 😭

Here are some of my theories/ observations because I’m thinking about it all the time and I want to see what others think:

Referring to the comic (I’ve only read the English fan translation so I’m not sure how accurate it is), Edna seemed careful & she didn’t want to get in trouble and stuff as a kid, so I’m assuming the reason why her behavior changed into wild and mischievous was because of her mom’s death. She became very troubled because of this, and that’s when her dad bought her Harvey as a way to cope. He genuinely did care for her but as the coward he is he didn’t know how to properly raise her.

OR, maybe Harvey was Edna’s mom’s childhood toy, and Mattis passed it down to her after she died?

(It’s stated in the comic that Edna didn’t have Harvey yet, so I assume she was at most 8 back then. In the game Edna is confirmed to be 19 according to Poki’s website, so she is 9 during the flashbacks in the game; Harvey says that in the flashbacks they jumped back 10 years)

AND FREYA!! I wanna know more about her, where she first met Edna :(

Edna had some sort of resentment towards her father growing up. In the flashbacks from Harvey’s POV (aka also Edna’s imagination) Harvey witnesses Mattis and Alfred eating ice cream together while Edna is locked in the basement as punishment for teasing him. Alfred has a shit ton of ice cream, which probably has to do with how she thinks her father favors him over her due to her behavior, as Alfred is depicted as this nerdy well-behaved student. Near the end of the game in another flashback, Harvey “sees” Mattis killing kids which means Edna was afraid of the possibility that her dad was a killer, or she just viewed him as a bad person. However, Edna displays contradicting thoughts throughout the scene maybe to present denial of how she thinks of her dad.

I found some interesting unused backgrounds on a website https://tcrf.net/Edna_%26_Harvey:_The_Breakout

^^ this one stood out to me most and it would’ve been interesting to see this interaction in the game. Wtf kind of pills did Edna take??

As for the second game we literally know nothing about Lilli’s family which also sucks. I need answers…

& if anyone knows if I can see any of Poki’s commentary in English that would be super helpful because I am dying to know more!!!

#edna and harvey #edna bricht aus #text #rambling #yapping #normal posts #edna and harvey the breakout #I’m crying in my room because of this game

[jeon-s-sins]

Forbidden 2 ⎸ Welcome, Little Sister

Warning : jk!dom; yn!dom; dry grinding; teasing; blue balls; denied ejaculation; curses; pet names; cock sucking ; and more 😉

Word count : 9.2k

Chapter’s song : Alone with you – Ashlee

n.a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. This story was written a few years ago, so since I'm not happy with the result, I'm rewriting it completely today, keeping the same continuation as the first version. Anyway, thanks for understanding. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll see you for the next one. Enjoy reading it; please don’t forget to vote and comment.

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Busan | Jeon's apartment | 12:55 am | Jungkook's POV

The day after I punished my beautiful stranger, whose name I did not yet know, I had to go home. My father was planning his wedding to his new wife, which was fast approaching, so I had to try on the suit for the wedding.

The Paradise Hotel on Jeju Island belonged to my father, and he asked me if I would go to the wedding with him so he could put my name on the guest list. Not knowing myself, I told him I was going alone. Honestly, I didn't know who I was going with and didn't think about it during the last few days on the island. Besides, I was there with my friends and was more in the mood to party and enjoy the sun and the beach. 

The fact that I met my beautiful stranger and had a secret bestial relationship was not planned. I'm not usually the one-night stand type. What I had with her was inexplicable. It was not love at first sight because I don't believe in that nonsense. But I felt a strong attraction to her. 

In fact, I had been eyeing her since the evening my friends and I arrived at the hotel.

It was evening, and we had just put our luggage in our rooms. The advantage of staying in my father's big, famous hotel is that the top floor is fully furnished and private. Available only to family and guests. 

Tired, we all felt like we needed to stay in the hotel. But we, however, decided to go to the hotel's restaurant. That's when I saw her. Her skin was well-tanned, probably from sunbathing on her days off, and she was not very tall, which did not bother me. On the contrary, her body was beautifully proportioned, with curves where they belonged and a generous bosom. 

"Gentlemen, good evening. My name is Evie, and I will be your waitress for the evening. I'll leave the menu with you. Just wave to me when you've chosen." The waitress, Evie, left the menus with us before retiring.

When she returned to take our orders, I still hadn't decided what to eat, too focused on the beautiful waitress who had caught my eye and my full attention. 

"Take a picture. It will last longer." I didn't react to Seokjin's words at first. I stopped staring at the waitress when Taehyung kicked me under the table. 

"What?" My two friends laugh at me, and I don't see what's funny. 

"Stop looking at her like that. She might think you're a weirdo." 

"I can't, man. It's like she's the only one here. She's so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off her face. Which is completely stupid. I've never had that happen to me, with anybody." 

"It's called love at first sight, my young friend." Seokjin gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder. 

"This is ridiculous." That's all I can say now; love at first sight is stupid. It doesn't exist. 

I tried not to look at the pretty little waitress during the whole meal, but I couldn't. It's so ridiculous that I feel like locking myself in my room and not coming out until the day I leave for Busan. 

I couldn't avoid her for days after arriving at the hotel. Everywhere I went, she was there. It was as if we were magnets drawn to each other without the power to separate.

I tried. I tried not to cross her path, but every day was a failure. In the end, I accepted that I couldn't avoid her, even if she wasn't aware of my existence, and even if she was, I was just another customer in her eyes. 

During our first real encounter on the beach, when Taehyung sent the volleyball a little too far, and my little waitress took it in the back of her head, I thought this was the universe finally giving me a chance to talk to her. Without wasting any time, I jumped at the event.

Behind the rocks, I gave it my all. This was probably the first and last time I would have her in my arms and just for me, so I gave it everything I had. I thought if I gave it my all and she liked it, she would give me a chance to fuck her again. 

During that one time, I became even more addicted to this woman. No doubt she had enchanted me with her siren melody. That was the only possible explanation.

Then the hot night we had in my hotel room before I left a few days ago made me more dependent on her. I was so frustrated when the day of my departure came. So I took my courage in both hands, put my phone number into her phone, and sent myself a message with her phone to ensure I had her number. 

Since arriving in Busan, I kept checking my phone, hoping to get at least a little message from her. Anything, just to ensure I was not one of many with who she had a good time. I even spent hours staring at my phone screen before typing a message, only to delete it after.

After spending all day yesterday trying to convince me to forget her, or at least calm my passion and obsession for this woman, there she was. 

Holy shit. 

How did she know where I lived? No, wait. My future mother-in-law's daughter was moving in with us today. I'd never seen her before, but I'd heard the parents talk about her a few times. All the more so as the day she was to move in - today - was fast approaching. 

Don't tell me my beautiful waitress is my... 

"Jungkook, son. This is YN, your future little sister."  

Well done, Jeon. The one girl who haunts your thoughts and whom you've fucked turns out to be the one person in the world who is forbidden to you. My new family life was officially off to a good start. 

There was only one thing left to do. No matter how stupid, I couldn't show the parents we knew each other. In fact, we could. I could tell the truth and say I had met her on the island, leaving out our intimate moments. But before I had time to think, the words came out of my mouth. 

"Nice to finally meet you, YN." Poor thing, the little smile that adorned her beautiful lips slowly faded as I pretended I didn't know her.

She seemed hurt by my words, and I felt terrible. Right now, in her eyes, I must be a bastard. A jerk who had taken advantage of her, although that was far from the truth, it was too late to back out. 

I hoped that when we had time alone, away from the parents, I could make up for my stupidity and explain why I treated her like this. 

"Same, Jungkook." YN came to her senses and faked a small smile to be polite in front of the parents.

"Wonderful. We can eat now that the introductions have been made." Jihee, YN's mother, excitedly invites us all to the table. "Sweetie, leave your things here. We'll put them in your new room after eating."

Jihee takes YN by the arm and leads her to the table. Our eyes are locked on each other the whole time, forgetting for a moment that we're not alone. 

"Are you all right, son?" My father had approached me after the two women of the house had left. "I know YN's arrival may change things in our lives, but tell yourself it's for the best. All I ask is that you make her feel welcome and show her around when you have time". He pats me on the shoulder, and I nod, unable to find my voice. 

"Let's go."

 Busan | Jeon's apartment | 15:00 | YN's POV

The parents had to leave after the meal to continue preparing for their wedding. I took advantage of their absence to familiarise myself with my new room. 

As my things had arrived before me, my mother found time to put them in their proper place. I took the opportunity to unpack my suitcases and put the dirty clothes in the washing machine. 

While waiting for the machine to finish, I showered before getting dressed and settling down on my bed while I exchanged messages with Evie, updating her on my arrival at my new home. 

Evie: It's crazy. The only client you can sleep with is your future step-brother 😂.

YN: It's crazy, isn't it? I want to die ⚰️

Evie: Tell you what, now you've got all the time in the world to continue what you started on the island 😉.

YN: You need to understand the gravity of things, Evie. In time, Jungkook and I will become step-siblings. Such an intimate relationship is forbidden.

Evie: Who says that? 🙄

YN: I do. The parents. Society 😩

Evie: Fuck society and your parents (with all due respect to them), but you're not related by blood. Nothing is stopping you from having sex again if you really want to.

Evie: You only get one life. You might as well live it without regrets.

YN: Maybe, but if I let myself go, this story could end badly. 

YN: Since arriving, Jungkook and I have not had time to talk about what happened on the island. 

Evie: You said your parents were away, right? 

YN: Yeah 

Evie: So why are you wasting your time with me? 🙄 Take advantage of their absence to set the record straight and fuck like rabbits all over the house 😏

YN: Oh. My. God 😳

Evie: Go get your man, woman. I'm expecting some crunchy news tonight 😏

So now I find myself lying on my bed, weighing up the pros and cons of whether or not to listen to Evie's advice and take my chances with Jungkook. The idea of sleeping with Jungkook again is quite exciting and tempting at the same time. On the other hand, I know very well that the truth will come out one day, putting us in a bad situation with our parents. 

But temptation seems stronger than reason because I am standing in front of Jungkook's bedroom door in a flash, not knowing what to say. 

Letting go of my fears, I knock on his door once, then a second, and a third time, unsuccessfully. He must have left because he did not open the door for me. Or maybe he didn't want anything to do with me now that he'd tasted me. 

What a pity. At least I would have tried. 

As I turned to go back to my room and mourn my defeat at the hands of Evie, I thought my soul was leaving my body. 

Standing just a few feet from me in the living room was the person I had come to see. It's incredible how this man was able to be the most beautiful man in the world with nothing to show for it. Due to the summer heat, he wore only a loose black t-shirt and grey shorts, but Jungkook was still irresistible.

"Hi." He seemed shocked to see me, probably not expecting me to come to him.

"Hi," my voice was weak compared to what I expected. 

While in my room talking to Evie, I was still struggling to realize that Jungkook was no longer just a client I slept with but that he would become a member of my family in a while. Now that I had him before me, I finally realized how badly I had messed up. 

I shouldn't have given in to the urge. I should have been stronger than the urge to fuck this handsome stranger - who was no longer a stranger - and let reason win. Now it was too late to go back. I had to live with the terrible consequences of my choices. I just hope it doesn't complicate things between Jungkook and me. 

The tension in the air was palpable. His tense body and the surprised look on his beautiful face betrayed his nervousness. Which was understandable given the circumstances. From his point of view, I must have been in the same state as he was. 

"Step-siblings, eh?" He looked everywhere but at me. 

"By the looks of it, yes." His eyes locked with mine, and the air left my lungs. 

I don't know how we got so close that the distance between us was like a strand of hair. The warmth of his breath was soft against my face, despite the speed of his breathing. 

His gaze fell to my lips and lingered for a while before I could resist any longer and did the same as he did. Our lips were pressed together in no time as I joined in the kiss Jungkook had initiated. 

This is a bad idea, YN. You're already up to your eyeballs in shit, don't go any deeper into this shit.

But I wouldn't listen to reason. Once again, I let myself be dictated by lust. Once my desire was satisfied, there would be plenty of time to regret my actions. 

One of his hands rested on my cheek while the other took refuge in the small of my back before I moved closer to him and pressed our bodies together. The warmth of his body was comforting, inviting me to curl up even more against Jungkook. 

The hand on my cheek shifted the hair on my shoulder, giving him free access to my neck before finding his way back to mine as Jungkook broke our kiss. He placed soft kisses from my cheek to the hollow of my neck.

I had the feeling that nothing had changed. I could still see myself in the hotel while Jungkook and I indulged in pleasure without worrying about the risks or the future. Enjoy being unknown lovers, not knowing the weight of our actions on each other's social status. It's strange to say, but a few days ago, everything was easier, our only concern was not to be caught by the people working in the hotel, but the risk was still exciting and stimulating. 

Today, if we were ever caught, it would affect not only our relationship with each other but also our relationship with our parents. The last thing I want in this life is to see the disappointment in my mother's eyes. 

"Stop thinking so much, baby. I can hear the wheels turning in your head." Jungkook must have felt my body stiffening from the worry and endless thoughts polluting my head. 

"Let yourself go. Surrender to the pleasure." His words were separated by kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck, sending many shivers down my spine.

I took his advice and let myself go with his actions, kisses, caresses, and soft words he whispered in my ear as if he was afraid someone else would hear them while we were alone in this big apartment. 

My hands ran all over his body, which didn't seem to displease Jungkook, who let me do it without complaining, on the contrary. The few moans he couldn't keep back were a blessing to my ears and encouraged me to continue. 

My hands got lost in his hair, and when I tugged at it, from the sheer pleasure of his mouth on mine as his hand massaged my breast through my top, Jungkook pressed our intimacies together as a delicious growl escaped him.

He was driving me crazy. 

"Jump." He commands as his hands move over my butt to support me as my legs lock behind his back. Wasting no time, Jungkook sits on the couch, and I find myself in the Amazon position on top of him, my legs on either side. Our lips still pressed together, Jungkook uses his hands on my butt to roll my pelvis over the hard bulge hidden in his shorts.

"Jungkook," I moaned as I rolled my pelvis over his bulge, giving us both pleasure, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan his name. 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jungkook growled into the hollow of my neck. "Keep it up, babe."

His encouragement pushes me to increase the pace of my movements, bringing us a little closer to the edge of the cliff of pleasure, and in no time, I feel ready to jump into the great void and be wholly consumed by the fire of pleasure. 

I don't know when the parents will return from meeting with the wedding planner, but none of us care. 

It's only been a few days since we last slept together, yet I'm thirsty for him like someone lost in the desert, desperately seeking an oasis to quench their thirst. And that scares me. 

I don't know if everything happening between us is just an amusement for Jungkook, but I'm afraid I'll lose myself and fall into the abyss that holds the most profound feelings. I couldn't. It's wholly forbidden to me. 

Jungkook's passionate kisses bring me back to reality. To our reality. The one where parents, society, and the controversy of our situation did not exist. A world where our relationship was as normal as possible. 

His hand settles on my crotch, where my sex is already soaked from his attention. 

"From what I can see, my baby is already wet. Just for me. What a good girl." Moving my underwear to the side to give him direct access to my pussy, Jungkook strokes his middle finger across my slit, spreading my wetness across my sex. 

Desperate to have him inside me before the hypothetical arrival of the parents, I undo his shorts, and with his help, we are both naked against each other in no time. 

"Jungkook, please," I didn't know the real reason for begging him. Probably to get him to put his already hard cock into my pussy. 

"Be patient, babe. You'll soon have me inside you and beg me to fuck your pussy." 

Without waiting for me to come down from the cloud that his dirty words had carried me to, he grabs the base of his cock before stroking the thick head of his length over my slit. 

Occasionally, he tortures me by inserting only the tip of his cock inside before pulling it out as quickly as he pushes it in. This repeatedly happens until I get impatient and take him at his own game. When he pushes his tip into my pussy again, I take the opportunity to catch him off guard and move all the way down his length until his glans are kissing my cervix, wringing a whimper out of both of us.

"You little minx." His head tilts back as his mouth opens, releasing delicious moans, and his hands find refuge on my waist. 

Coming to his senses, he forces me up until only his tip is left inside me before pulling it back hard. Even though I am the one on top of him, he is still in charge. 

I love it when he's in charge. Unlike other sexual encounters I've had where my partners were either only concerned with their own pleasure or only focused on mine, Jungkook was perfect at balancing the pleasures so that we had the mutual pleasure. 

He would moan and groan, and I would respond by doing the same. Our screams and moans went together beautifully, making a beautiful symphony that even the most extraordinary composers of all time would be jealous of. Bach and Beethoven must be spinning in their graves with jealousy.   

With each thrust, he pushed me further and further to the edge. 

Everything around us had long since disappeared, and I'm sure if the parents came through the door, they would catch us red-handed without us being able to pretend nothing was happening. We were both so lost in pleasure as the other that nothing mattered to us anymore. 

To tell you the truth, I was even more excited about the idea that the parents might surprise us. 

Anyway, I hoped that none of the neighbors had come out of their houses by now because I'm sure they would have heard our moaning and crying with Jungkook. 

The knot that had long since formed in the pit of my stomach swelled with each of Jungkook's poundings as he pushed his cock into me. 

My walls closed around his length, increasing both of our pleasure. The tip of his cock caressed the most sensitive and pleasurable part of my body. And I wasn't afraid to let him know it. 

"Right there? Do you want me to keep going, baby? Do you want me to keep hitting your G-spot?" At this point, my hands gripped his shoulder tightly as my nails dug into his soft caramel skin.

"Yes, please don't stop." My movements had taken on the same cadence as Jungkook's, bringing us to the end of the road and increasing our pleasure - if possible.

"Far be it from me, baby." And as promised, he hadn't stopped chasing pleasure with me.

After several more thrusts, we jumped blindly into the void, holding each other. The knot had finally been untied, releasing a tremendous discharge of pleasure that made us convulse.   

Still gasping for breath, I could hear Jungkook's husky, deep voice whispering as his hands gently caressed my back. “Welcome, little sister.”

One week later | Restaurant | 20:30 o'clock | YN's Pov

It was Friday night, and it had already been a week since I arrived at my new home.

Things were going great with Jungkook. We took advantage of our parents' absence to hang out together, and when they returned home, we pretended nothing had happened. Apart from our forbidden relationship within the house's four walls, we had a best-friend relationship. 

Outside the walls of our rooms, we got along just as well, bickering and discussing trivial matters. During our many conversations, I got to know him a little better. He was charming, friendly, easy to talk to, and nothing like the asshole I had imagined before meeting him. 

Before I went home, I imagined my life would be like the next world war. I had fallen for the stereotypes of spoiled rich kids. I was convinced he would see me as a competition because he was a year older than me and had lived in wealth longer than I had. It's stupid, I know. 

Unfortunately, we didn't have any time to ourselves yesterday. Due to an emergency at home, the wedding planner canceled her appointment with the parents, so they stayed home. This was not so bad because it allowed Jungkook and me to take a little break from sex. 

So we spent an afternoon together as a family and tried to bond. We watched movies, played board games, and just talked. For the first time, I saw Jeonseok, Jungkook's father and my mother's partner, in a new light.

Just like his son, he seemed to be a really charming and gentle person. No wonder my mother loves him so much. 

"It makes us very happy you are getting along so well." With her hand resting on her companion's over the table, my mother looked at Jungkook and me in turn. A smile appeared on her red lips. 

Today the parents had the bright idea of going out to eat at a restaurant not too far from the house. It wasn't luxurious, but as they say, happiness is found in simplicity. 

"We have to if we don't want to start a third world war." Jungkook winked at me, teasing me. I took the opportunity to play his game and knock him back. 

"Yeah. It would be a shame if you returned from your honeymoon to find him lying on the floor in a pool of blood." I give him a wink. 

"Lovely. Thank you, sis." I stick out my tongue in response. 

"Why do you always have to make creepy remarks like that, YN?" Her annoyance makes all three of us laugh. 

"Anyway, as you already know, the wedding is fast approaching, and during the evening, we are counting on you to make the guests feel comfortable and have a good time. Can we count on you?" 

"Yes, ma'am." Like clockwork, Jungkook and I do the military salute.

Later that night | YN's room | 1:22 a.m.  

It had been a few hours since we returned from the restaurant, but I couldn't sleep despite my exhaustion. So, to be more productive, instead of tossing and turning in my bed, I grabbed my computer and tried to come up with ideas for wedding gifts for the parents. 

I searched for about an hour. I put aside a few ideas but would need more. I had exhausted all my ideas, but with some help, I could develop a few more ideas. Jungkook could come up with some gift ideas that I still needed to think of. After all, his father would get the gift, so he might join in and make a joint gift. 

With the computer in my hand, I leave my room, cross the hall and knock on the door of Jungkook's room. Like the last time, I knocked several times without any answer from him, but I am sure that he was in his room because I heard his voice through the door. 

Uninvited, I invite myself into his room, remembering to close the door behind me to cover the sound of his voice and avoid waking our parents, who must be sound asleep at this hour. 

No wonder Jungkook didn't hear me. He had his headphones on while sitting in front of his computer playing online.

"No, not that way. Cover me. I'm going in. We'll blow them away, these sons of bitches." His words made me smile. During the day, when we played games as a family, I learned a new side of Jungkook. His competitive side. This kid hates to lose. Nobody likes to lose, especially me, but he hates it. He is a sore loser at times, which made me laugh. 

After putting my computer on his bed, I walk toward him with baby steps. I put my hand on his shoulders and made him jump as I walked by. He didn't understand what was happening. The surprise on his face made me smile. 

"Damn, babe. Don't scare me like that." Again, the affectionate nickname "Babe" was on his lips. He'd used it a lot the last few days, not just when we were in bed. I hope he doesn't let it slip out in front of his parents. 

I had to be honest and admit I liked it when he called me that. Just with that one little word, he was able to make my heart flutter and create a strange but delicious feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

"Sorry." Careful not to make him lose, I kissed his cheek tenderly as an apology for unintentionally scaring him. When my lips touched his skin, a smile appeared on his lips. Jungkook puts his hand on my neck, bringing my face to his before kissing me before continuing his game. 

Still standing behind Jungkook, I put my arms around him and watched him play online with his friends, who I had not yet officially met. My closeness wasn't enough for Jungkook. While waiting for one of his teammates to come and revive him, he pushed back his chair, took me by the forearm, and motioned for me to sit on his lap, which I gladly did. 

I sit comfortably on his lap, pressing my back against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder, giving him a clear field of vision on the screen. When I turn my head, my nose brushes against his neck, and Jungkook moans softly but audible enough for his buddies to hear since the microphone is in front of his mouth.

"Everything okay, man?" I hear one of his buddies ask through his headphones. 

"Yeah, everything's fine." Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile when Jungkook looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "I was just yawning." A lame excuse that his buddies seemed to accept against all odds. 

"If you say so." Then, as if nothing had happened, they returned to their game. 

Shifting one side of his headphone, I whisper softly in his ear, careful that his buddies don't hear me. "What a bad boy you are, Kook. Lying to your friend like that. It's not right."

I grab his earlobe between my teeth and nibble his lobe. He moans again. 

As I put the headphones back on his ear, an idea comes to me. What if I tease him a little? 

I attack the hollow of his neck with kisses, touch his lips, bite him, and suck gently on the spot where I bit him, but not hard enough to leave a mark. I didn't want to leave any evidence that would incriminate us to our parents.

I could feel Jungkook tightening up in his sweatpants. Taking advantage of the situation, I moved my butt against his member.

His eyes lighted up with the flames of desire, dancing through those chocolate-brown eyes in no time. I was pretty pleased with myself. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more. Naughty, I ran my hands down his muscular torso to the hem of his shirt before lifting him up. 

"Stay focused on your game, babe." I used the same pet name he used to give me. "And whatever happens, don't lose. If you lose, I'll stop." His eyes remain glued to the computer screen. But I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down his throat, and I was sure he heard me. 

Kneeling on the floor, I hurried to free his member from its cage of clothing that had become too small for him. I looked at him one last time and noticed he was also looking at me. "Concentrate on your game, baby boy."

I was glad to see that I didn't leave him indifferent. His dick was already hard, ready to get wet and pumped by my mouth, tightly secured around his thick cock.

He listened to me like a sweet boy, focusing back on his screen. He had trouble swallowing. As if it was a steak in front of my eyes, I salivated at his dick.

I took his length in my mouth and teased it with my tongue on the tip of his cock. A salty taste spread in my mouth from his warm pre-ejaculation.

Jungkook continued to squirm as I started to give him kitty licks. Looking at his face, I noticed that Jungkook's eyes were fixed on me. Shaking my head, I stood up and put my lips close to his ear.

"You better not lose, or you'll bear with the consequences, big guy." I picked up where I had left off. I took his hard, swollen cock into my mouth, making sure to maintain a steady pace to make sure I gave him maximum pleasure. 

Locking my lips around his cock, I sucked relentlessly. I caressed the swollen head of his already heavy member with my tongue. From time to time, I would stop my movements to tease him. Frustrated, Jungkook moaned softly, avoiding alerting his friends to what was going on. 

When I stopped again to look at his computer screen, I saw that Jungkook was about to be eliminated by a blow from an opponent. To spice things up a bit more, I put my hand on the base of his dick, making up and down movements, pumping his member along with my mouth. 

Jungkook was about to come. His cock was swelling and getting heavier on my tongue. His balls were swelling and contracting, helping the seeds in his balls to rise, which would soon finish its journey into my mouth as he surrendered to pleasure. 

Encouraging me to continue, Jungkook puts his hand on my head. I was ready to help him come, but when I heard the almost angry voice of one of his friends who blamed him for losing, I immediately put that idea aside. 

"What the hell are you doing, man? You played like shit tonight." His buddies were very upset with Jungkook for losing the game. "We could have beaten them hands down." 

Jungkook glared at me because, in a way, it was my fault that they lost, and his friends were mad at him. 

"What a shame, love. I told you not to lose." I pushed the situation even further, which made him even angrier. "I was willing to let you finish in my mouth, but a deal is a deal." 

With that, I stood up, leaving his hard cock behind, and gave him a kiss on the lips before returning to his bed. Sitting back on the mattress, I took my computer on my lap and continued to search the Internet for new gift ideas for my parents. 

I pretended to be busy with the computer. I knew that once Jungkook was done with his friends, he would make me regret what I had put him through. But hey, this girl likes to play with fire. 

"Sorry, guys, but I'm not feeling well tonight." Oh, really? What a nerve to lie to his friends when the truth was that he was distracted by his cock in my mouth. 

"Tsk," I involuntarily let out loud, and I could feel Jungkook's fierce eyes on me, but I refused to look up.

After saying goodbye to his friends, Jungkook removed his headphones and disconnected from the game. For a few seconds, there was complete silence; only the sound of the keys on my computer broke the heavy silence in the room.

I seem to have murderous desires tonight because I knew precisely how Jungkook felt then. He was frustrated because he had lost his game and was left with the blue balls because he could not ejaculate. 

"It's getting late. I better go to bed." Jungkook hadn't said a word since he logged off, but I could hear that his breathing was heavy. I closed my computer and exited the mattress, pretending to leave his room. 

His reaction lived up to my expectations. I barely had time to put my feet on the floor when Jungkook suddenly got up from his chair, pushed me onto his bed, and stood over me. 

His room was dark, the only light coming from a box that projected a purple galactic glow onto the walls. "You're proud of your move, aren't you?" 

His voice was accusatory. Yes, I was proud of myself; considering the number of times he had done this to me, it was time to give him his due. It had been hanging over his head for some time. I wanted to play with him - even if that wasn't my primary goal when I arrived in his room. 

"You could have let me win at least once." His face moves closer to mine, and our lips are a hair's breadth from touching. His hands take mine before pinning them to the mattress above my head. 

Did I mention that I love it when he enters a dominant mode? It's a pure blessing. Jungkook's gift of duality would drive more than one woman crazy. One moment he can be calm, shy, and sweet. Next, he can be strong, dominant, and powerful. 

"I never lose, YN. Never. And definitely not to losers like the ones who played tonight." My lips had turned into a sneer, causing Jungkook to frown, displeased and shocked by my audacity. 

"There's a first time for everything, Jeon." I connect our lips for a brief moment before ending the kiss. "I told you to focus. It's not my fault you lost." 

"My friends are pissed at me, babe." His threatening tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Not my problem." Incredulous, Jungkook seemed to be falsely offended by my words and attitude for a brief moment.

"Don't play too smart with me, YN." He groans.

"Or what, big guy?" He said nothing. Only a malicious smile had appeared on his lips.

"Don't provoke me, babe. Our parents are just down the hall. With all that's going through my mind, I doubt you can control your screams. It would be a shame to wake them at this hour. Don't you think?" 

Strangely enough, I was curious about what he wanted to do to me. 

"Besides, I'm still mad at you, you brat." With a fake surprised look, I asked him why. 

"Why? Are you kidding me?" He listed all the reasons he was "mad" at me.

"You made me lose to suckers; my friends are mad at me; you got me excited like a rabbit only to give me blue balls. Is that enough?" His pouty expression made him look dangerously cute. 

"My poor baby." Jungkook let out a laugh that made me smile. 

"Don't mock me, woman. This is serious." True to the big baby he was, Jungkook hides his face in my neck.  

I kiss him once more before making a deal.  

"If you help me come up with gift ideas for the parents, I'll save you from your blue balls. How does it sound?" 

And so the two of us ended up on his bed at two in the morning, cuddling, trying to come up with gift ideas for the parents for their wedding. In the end, we came up with one hell of an idea.

Jungkook and I decided to offer the parents a two-week stay on the island of the Dominican Republic in a luxurious hotel with a spa and all the comforts. We also booked them a tour guide so they could discover all the island's wonders and get their adventurous spirit flowing. 

Of course, we had our own interests at heart. With the parents out of the way for two weeks, Jungkook and I would have two weeks to do whatever we wanted. 

What better way to get rid of your parents than to send them halfway around the world?

A Few Weeks Later | Parents' Wedding Day | 10:30 AM

The stress was mounting as the time for the ceremony approached. I wasn't the one getting married, but it felt like I was. I found myself in a private room with only the bride - my mother, her maid of honor, and a few of her friends who would be her bridesmaids.

Expensive champagne flowed, and professional masseurs, makeup artists, and hairdressers were on hand. Everything was perfect for a perfect day. 

With my mother's friends, who had known me since I was a baby, some of them since I still was in my mother's womb, we organized a bachelorette party for her. We kicked Jeonseok and Jungkook out of the house to have a girls' night out before the big day. 

Nothing very crazy happened. It was more symbolic than anything else. At least, that's what I thought until the doorbell rang around midnight. At first, I thought it was a neighbor complaining about the noise - when my mother is with her friends and alcohol is involved, they become wild party animals.

When I opened the door, I was confronted by two policemen and two firemen. 

"Good evening, Miss. We were informed that the smell of smoke was coming from your apartment." I was stunned. That's impossible. We have an electric stove at home. 

"If you don't mind, we'd like to check it out." And without giving me time to say anything, the four men invited themselves into the house. 

They were all at least three or four heads taller than me, and their width was worthy of a refrigerator. 

I soon realized that they were not real cops and firemen but dancers hired by my mother's best friend, aka my godmother. They made us all dance throughout the evening, although they focused on my mom because she was getting married. But at some point in the evening, they went after me. 

I ended up with four men, each as muscular as the other, dancing around me, if not on top of me. One of the firemen ended up rubbing against me on my lap. Then one of the cops grabbed my hand before running his hands down his muscular torso. More than once, I found myself dangerously close to his intimacy. I even seem to have accidentally touched him once - without meaning to. I couldn't tell with the amount of alcohol coursing through my veins. 

Waking up this morning was complicated, and I cursed myself for not being more reasonable. I was even angrier at my godmother for having the idea to call them and post a few shots on Instagram.

As usual, the first thing I do when I wake up I logs on to Instagram. Only this time, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my godmother had posted photos from the evening. The first photo is neutral, showing a quiet evening between girls. We see my mom opening the gifts her friends had made for her. The second shows us eating junk food like pizza, hamburgers, and chips. In the third, alcohol, balloons, and confetti had made their appearance. But the atmosphere had taken a dangerous turn in the fourth and last photo. 

The brightness was not the same as in the previous pictures. It was darker. A dim glow had taken over the main room of the house. I could clearly see myself sitting on the chair in the middle of the room while the four handsome men - it must be said, they were beautiful men - surrounded me while my mother and her friends stood around us, encouraging them. 

"Fuck me," I whine.

The four men were indeed sexy and charming, but they were no match for Jungkook. Jungkook had everything going for him and nothing to envy about them. Jungkook was funny, charming, terribly sexy, and so on. And the best part was that he was mine. 

Not that we were dating - I think that's kind of fucked up for that - but given the secret relationship we had, I could afford to pretend he was mine. 

"Girls, the limo is waiting for us downstairs." My grandmother, who arrived from Daegu this morning, yelled from the living room. 

"Coming, grandma." I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, checking if everything was good before leaving my room. 

I was wearing a draped dress of cream-colored satin with thin straps, comparable to spaghetti. The neckline was plunging, not vulgar, but revealing the mountains of my breasts. The two sides of the dress showed my leg at the middle of my right thigh. 

The advantage of working as a waitress in a hotel during the summer is that you spend most of your time in the sun. So the caramel color of my skin brought out the cream color of the dress. 

On my feet, I wore minimalist ivory-colored heeled sandals - a shade of off-white with a minimalist touch of yellow. 

The makeup artist and hairstylist did such a great job on me that when I looked in the mirror for the first time after they finished, I had a hard time recognizing myself. I don't usually wear makeup. I prefer to stay natural. Only creams, routine, and water were my allies to have halfway decent skin. While my makeup was light, more in natural tones, my hair was loose and wavy. 

Contemplation over, I grabbed my powder pink clutch - a delicate light pink tending toward brown - off the bed and left the room to join the others. 

According to my godmother, a color-matching freak, powder pink is a pink-beige color that evokes elegance and femininity. 

Comfortably seated inside the limo, I looked at my cell phone. Nothing. It's been over twelve hours since I last heard from Jungkook. I hope he's okay and not in the same state of stress as me. 

My worries were allayed when the limo pulled up in front of the beautiful church where the ceremony was to take place. He was at the bottom of the steps waiting for me to leave the car. Resplendent as always. Cream pants and a suit jacket, like my dress, while his shirt was white. His hair slicked up and back. He was just gorgeous. 

When I exited the car, Jungkook's eyes widened before a sweet smile appeared on his lips. 

"Wow. You look gorgeous, babe." He whispered. His compliment was unexpected, but it made me feel so good. 

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself." He tucks my arm under him, and we walk up the steps to the church, where all the guests await the bride. 

We stand in front of the big wooden doors of the church and stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity. At that moment, all background noise seemed muffled, even nonexistent. In the heat of the moment, Jungkook's deliciously warm and soft palm touches my cheek as his face approaches mine. Even though we were in public and my mom was still in the limo waiting for the green light to come out and say yes to the man of her life, I didn't care if we were seen.

"God knows how much I want to kiss you." His voice was low, making me the only one to hear his revelation. His thumb caressed my lower lip, and without even thinking, I took his skin between my teeth and pressed lightly, eliciting a low growl from Jungkook.  

"You'll get me later. Promise." Then I gave him a kiss on the inside of his palm. 

Frustrated because I couldn't kiss him even though I wanted to, just like Jungkook, I take him in my arms and kiss his neck as discreetly as possible, a kiss he returns by imitating what I did to him. 

Due to the lack of children around us, my mother assigned Jungkook and me to be the children - young adults - of honor. 

I would be the flower girl, while Jungkook would be the ring bearer. 

Everyone was at their posts in front of us. We lined up in order from those who would enter first to the one who would enter last - my mother - who was hidden in the limousine so that Jungkook could not see her, well-hidden thanks to the tinted windows.

The guests were already seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin. 

The hour of the wedding had struck, and the big wooden doors of the church opened. It was time for my grandmother to enter the stage. She walked alone to her assigned seat. Then it was Jeonseok's father's turn, a man as charming as his son and grandson, with whom I could speak briefly before the ceremony began. He had walked over to Jungkook and me to greet us before we were asked to stand in line. 

My mother's grandparents followed the procession, just a little behind by Jeonseok's grandparents. Fortunately for both families, the elders were still alive to celebrate this moment.

Then it was Jeonseok's turn to walk down the aisle on his mother's arm, followed a few moments later by the officiant, who walked to the altar alone. 

When the groom was out of sight, my mother was finally invited to get out of the car and join us. 

Then it was the bridesmaids and groomsmen's turn before the witnesses. 

"Ready?" Honestly, not really, but thankfully I wasn't alone in this situation. Knowing that it was Jungkook and no one else was enough to comfort me and give me more courage. 

"With you by my side, yes." He winks at me. 

"It's going to be okay, kids." My mom's voice can be heard behind us. I quickly turn around and pull away from Jungkook to hug my mom. 

"My big baby." My mom says softly in my ear. 

"You look beautiful, Mom." 

My mother was wearing an elegant off-the-shoulder dress made of ivory satin. This dress had two parts. The first was the central part, the white ivory dress. Towards her chest, the draped design of the dress was different from mine, there was this reminder of the draped effect, but only the top of my mother's chest could be seen quickly. Just above the waist, the dress was fitted, showing the beautiful curves of her hips. 

The second part wrapped around the back and sides of her hips to the floor, making a train for her. 

Like me, her hair was loose and wavy. The only difference was that my waves were tighter than hers, so I had several waves, while my mother had three or four, but large and spaced out. 

"Thank you, my darling. You look beautiful too." Tears well up in her eyes, and I reluctantly let her go. It would be a shame to ruin her makeup while she is seconds away from entering the church. 

I cling to Jungkook's arms again as the wedding planner beckons us into the church.

"Don't let me down." I cling to him even tighter, careful not to drop the flower petals in the small basket that the wedding planner had entrusted me while she tasked the small cushion with the wedding rings to Jungkook.

"Never." 

And so we find ourselves walking down the church aisle, arms linked as I use my left hand to dot the white carpet leading up to the altar. 

The wedding planner had done a great job. The decorations were simple, sweet, and romantic at the same time. 

We were greeted by a two-tone floral arch - pastel pink and white as we entered the church. On the floor, on both sides of the carpet in the aisle, there were rows of flowers, pastel pink and white, and candles. The smell of the flowers, combined with the scent of the rose-scented candles, made the atmosphere soothing and comforting. 

Roses hung at the end of each row of benches; every other row had different colors. One row had pink roses, the one before that had white roses, then the other row had white roses, and so on. 

It was good because the church and altar walls were white, and the floor was gray concrete. 

I remembered to spread out the two-colored petals with each step I took. Instead of the traditional red, my mother had chosen to spread the rose petals in the same color as the pastel pink and white decorations. 

When Jungkook and I arrived at the end of the aisle in front of the altar, and Jeonseok, Jungkook had winked at his father while I gave him a thumbs up with a smile, which he returned without hesitation. Poor guy, he was so stressed. It made me sad to see him like that. But hey, as they say, it's a blessing in disguise. 

As I sat in the front row next to my grandmother, Jungkook gave the rings to one of his father's best men before joining me and taking the empty seat between his grandmother and me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jungkook wanted to put his hand on my thigh, but he changed his mind before doing anything and instead put his hands between his legs. 

Whether in my room, in his room, in the car, on a date at the beach, or in a restaurant, Jungkook has recently developed the habit of putting his hand on my thigh and only taking it off when he has no other choice. 

When his hand was not on my thigh, it was often warmly placed in the small of my back or clasped to mine. 

When my mother appeared at the entrance, all the guests stood up to form a guard of honor. As they walked forward, I could see my grandfather's lips moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying to my mother, but knowing him, it could only be sweet and encouraging words. 

Ever since childhood, my grandmother reminded me how much my father considered my mother the apple of his eye. She had a soft glow of pride when she said this to me. You could tell that my grandparents had a beautiful pride in my mother, a satisfaction that I idolized and hoped that one day my mother would be able to say to my children - if I ever had any - about me in this way.

Distracted by the scene unfolding, I didn't immediately notice that Jungkook had intertwined our fingers. 

"Are you okay, princess?" The only answer he got from me was a gentle squeeze in his hand, which was intertwined with mine, causing a smile on his beautiful face.

When my mother and grandfather arrived in front of my mother's future husband, this time, I could hear what my grandfather was saying to Jeonseok.

"Take good care of my daughter and granddaughter." It touched me that my grandfather did not forget me at such a time. 

"Count on me, sir." 

The ceremony was beautiful and quickly gave way to a reception in a castle. My mother had dreamed of a fairy-tale wedding since she was a little girl. And today, her wish finally came true. 

I sat at the bride and groom's family table. Jungkook sat next to me, chatting with some of his family members - his cousins - while I was more preoccupied with looking at my mother. She was glowing.

Torn from my thoughts by the sound of a notification on my phone, I grabbed it and saw that it was Evie.  

Evie: So how was the wedding? 

YN: Picture 

YN: The ceremony was beautiful. Now it's party time. 🥂

It didn't take her long to answer.

Evie: Wow, you look fabulous 😳

YN: Thank you, love, 😘

One thing led to another, we chatted, and when our conversation ended, I decided to go quickly on Instagram. I know it's not very polite of me to be on my phone while sitting at a table full of people I should be chatting with, especially since most of them I hadn't seen in a long time - I'm talking about my cousins. 

The first thing I see is my godmother's post about last night's party, and the picture that pops up is me sitting in the living room with the dancers around me. Of course, it was the last picture that I saw this morning.

A slight movement next to me made me turn my head slightly. Jungkook had his eyes glued to my phone screen. 

Shit, he saw it. 

I don't know why, but I panicked for the first time since our forbidden love escapades began. It was the first time I had seen such a glint in his eyes. Without thinking, I deleted Instagram before I locked my phone.

Note to self: ask my godmother to remove that last photo. 

Not only did I think about Jungkook, but I also thought about my future. How would I look if I was pulled out of a job interview with this photo? 

I didn't even dare to look in Jungkook's direction, but I could feel his eyes on me. 

Gently leaning towards me, he said quietly, "We'll talk about it when we get home."

I am officially screwed. 

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n.a: Oops 🙊, I forgot to post the chapter yesterday, so I'm posting it today. It's still early, but you'll soon realize that I have a goldfish memory, so I'll forget to post chapters more than once 😅. So please be patient 😁.

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[qui-rault]

Dard on Herault's Library

Updates from Qui live-blogs reading Dard (sort of). I might actually make this into a tag.

After Herault's death, a list of his books titled 'Notice des livres apres le deces du citoyen Herault de Sechelles' was published - as far as I am aware, this notice has not been digitized, but I do intend to figure out a way to see it in Paris.

However, Dard gives a brief summary of some of Herault's personal collection of 4000 (four thousand!!) books, as follows:

A few religious/spiritual books, including, the Bible, 'L'Annee Chretienne' (Letourneux), 'La Conduite de Noailles', 'L'Essaie de Morale' (Nicole), 'La Vie des Peres du Deserts' (Arnauld d'Andilly).

500 volumes of jurisprudence (being a lawyer myself I understand).

Greek and Roman texts both in their language and in translations by the Abbe Auger.

The works of Voltaire in 92 volumes (the edition known as "papier a la Croix").

Rousseau in 34 volumes.

Buffon in 56 volumes.

Descartes in 7 volumes.

Leibnitz (no further info).

Spinoza (no further info).

Bacon (no further info).

Locke (no further info).

Pascal (no further info).

Malebranche (no further info).

Tacitus (no further info).

Thucydides (no further info).

Complete collection of 'Memoires sur l'Histoire de France' (I cannot confirm who the author of this would have been).

'Oeuvres de Frederic II' in 15 volumes.

Montesquieu (no further info).

Raynal (no further info).

'Voyage du jeune Anacharsis en Grece' (Barthelemy).

Various volumes on physics, medicine, and mathematics

Several accounts of travel stories, especially in Italy.

80 English volumes "dans leur texte" (I'm not sure what this means, I am assuming it means that they are in English not translated).

Don Quixote (Cervantes).

Torquato Tasso (referred to as 'Le Tasse') (no further info).

Ludovico Ariosto (no further info) (translated by Mirabeau) (Dard makes awful use of commas so its not clear if translated by Mirabeau refers only to Ariosto or other works).

'LHistoire du Theatre-Francais' in 3 volumes (Demouhy).

'Administrations des Finances' in 30 volumes (Necker).

The 'erotiques aniens' and their Gallic imitators (literally no clue what this refers to).

Also, Herault apparently kept a note titled "Livres qu'il faut relire sept ou huit cent fois" but Dard gives no further information about what books were listed!

Source: Herault de Sechelles par Emile Dard

#qui reads dard #that will do for now #4000 books! #SIR! #werent you just talking about people who have 2000 or 3000 books in theory of ambition #anyway #qui posts #frev #herault de sechelles

[featherquillpen]

The Trans Femme Hubert Manifesto

So you may have noticed that I don't write Hubert von Vestra as a cis man in my FE3H fics. Here's why.

Note: I am going to use she/her pronouns for Hubert for the purposes of this essay, but I think other trans femme readings like genderfluid/nonbinary femme/etc are totally valid.

Part 1: The Text

Let's talk about Hubert's advice box question about Pegasus knights, which are a gender-locked class in Fire Emblem: Three Houses. I provide here the text as localized in English by Treehouse, and the direct translation from the Japanese given by Teaspoon Translations.

English:

Despite my appearance, I have long wished to be a Pegasus Knight that I may indulge in the lofty view. Yet that dream has always seemed out of reach. Can you guess why?

Because heights make you uneasy? (Correct answer)

Because you never learned to ride a horse?

Because you're afraid?

Japanese TL:

Despite appearances, I am actually interested in Pegasus Knights. The view from up high must be very pleasant. However, it is an unattainable dream…

Because you're afraid of heights? (Correct answer)

Because you can't ride a horse?

Because you're a man?

In the original Japanese, "Because you're a man" is available as an answer, and it's true on its face: Hubert is gender-locked out of being a pegasus knight. But that's the wrong answer. The answer Hubert wants to hear is not that she can't be a pegasus knight because of being a man, but because of her fear of heights. (Gee, thanks, Treehouse, for making this less queer in English just like you do with everything in FE3H.)

What makes me so brainworms about this advice box is that you never see any indicators in any part of the game that Hubert loves Pegasus knights except in this one ANONYMOUS CHURCH CONFESSIONAL. This indicates a level of intense shame and ex-Catholic guilt about these feelings about Pegasus knights. If Hubert talked about this in any other context, it wouldn't feel remotely as trans as putting in an ANONYMOUS CONFESSIONAL IN CHURCH and nowhere else.

The other thing is that it is a form of femininity to long for that you would really not guess. Hubert doesn't want to be a witch or a sorceress, she longs to be a PEGASUS KNIGHT, despite the fact that she vocally hates chivalry. It's a vision of heroic femininity. An Ingrid figure. A Catherine figure as seen by the masses (not the reality of Catherine.)

The "despite appearances" part of this advice box absolutely kills me. It's so rare to depict this clearly that a person who looks like Hubert, a long angular cadaverous sort, as having gender dysphoria.

That is pretty clear textual support for the idea of Hubert being trans femme. Everything from here on out is subtextual.

Part 2: Poor body image

Hubert has very poor body image. She covers her entire body from the neck down at all times, and covers half of her face with her hair. Hubert consistently covers her entire body, even more so than Edelgard, who is almost certainly scarred by medical torture. If you choose Hubert to dance for the White Heron Cup, she refers to the sight of her dance as "grotesque." This also comes up in the Hubert and Bernadetta support:

Hubert hides her own smile from Bernadetta because of this self-image as a frightening ghoul. Clearly Hubert sometimes has fun scaring people, but in this support, it's a source of sorrow because she just wants to be Bernie's friend.

Part 3: "I have a role to play"

This hit me like a truck watching the Hubert and Edelgard A support in Three Hopes.

"I have a role to play as the cold, crafty, unreadable servant. I am happy with the casting, so let us leave it at that."

This is a wildly trans sentiment. This is what you tell yourself when you feel these trans feelings. I have role to play in my family/society/etc as a (man/woman). Let's just leave it at that. And the role that Hubert has to play is a masculine role. Cold, sinister, armored, emotionless, unreadable. But it's not true that she is happy with the casting. This is a lie, and the game shows it to you. It comes up in the support chain with Bernadetta. "I am frightening. I know. I'm told so often." Hubert is sad that Bernadetta can see only this frightening facade and not a fellow human being who wants to be kind to her. Hubert expresses jealousy to Byleth that they can stand beside Edelgard as an equal. She is not happy with the casting, but tells herself that, because the alternative of finding a new role is terrifying. The role is protection. From Thales, from Edelgard's many many enemies.

Part 4: Emotional repression

This also hit me like a truck watching the Hubert and Edelgard A support. Hubert: I have to play a role in which I repress all emotion or I will face devastating violence (from Thales and TWSITD). I am happy with this role so don't worry about it. This is not in any way a metaphor for the spiritual damage caused by needing to perform masculinity. Consider this: the Insurrection occurred when Hubert was about 13. At that point, Thales and TWSITD became a dangerous factor in the court that Hubert had to live with. Hubert talks about fear of violence from Thales if she were to express any love or care toward Edelgard. So presumably that threat came into effect when Hubert was 13. Before this, Hubert had some rather extravagant displays of care, love and concern for Edelgard, like the whole incident of chasing after her for days. Age 13, there started to be serious consequences of violence for expressing love and emotion. Interesting. This is also the age when boys start to be restricted in a tighter and tighter gender cage, at risk of violence. It's one thing for a prepubescent boy to cry and express love for his best friend. It's different for a 14 year old boy to do so. This is when Hubert really became trapped in this role of the terrifying servant with no emotions.

This continues to be the case for the whole time we see Hubert in Houses. The threat is always there, looming. When Hubert goes off to fight the slitherers in Shambhala, she is breaking the last fetters that chain her to this emotionless, icy role that she has had to play for over a decade, for her and Edelgard's sakes. I think we can argue that this is a metaphor for breaking the last chains that fetter Hubert to this masculine performance that she clearly hates. Which also often happens at the age that Hubert is at the end of Houses. I came out as non-binary at that age myself (26).

I am now really enamored with the idea that Hubert was more emotionally expressive and less of a looming goth creepsona before the Insurrection. This is a metaphor for the latitude and openness that prepubescent boys get to have before puberty ends that freedom. Then the cage descended at the Insurrection and Hubert had to live under this constant threat, and closed off, and put on the spooksona that has never felt comfortable since.

FREE HUBERT. Free Hubert from this cage of masculinity.

#fe3h #fe3h meta #hubert von vestra #few3h #the trans femme hubert agenda

[crowfootwrites]

Devotion & Diplomacy - Part III

This chap is so self-indulgent, y'all 😅. I also went into a Cardassian language deep dive one night and so from here onward there's generally some Cardassian words/phrases included in each chapter. Translations will be located at the end of each post (for some words or phrases that get used a lot, I'll also have a pronunciation included because I'm a giant language nerd). I have to thank @cardassianlanguage and @tinsnip for all the work they've put into creating a Kardasi/English dictionary. The language I've included in my story and the translations provided are sort of an amalgamation of direct translations and adaptations I created using their content and that of Nerys Ghemor in "Star Trek: Sigils and Unions".

Tagging @deepspacedukat, @horta-in-charge, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @starrynightgardens if y'all are interested! Def forgot to tag for Part II, in case you missed that update. 😩

Part I | Part II | Read on AO3

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff; mention of the death of a family member | Words: ~2,680

Early the next morning, Emrys had donned her Starfleet uniform once again and made her way back to the temporary quarters that had been assigned to the glinns of the Trager.

She found herself surprised when, after pressing the door chime, Glinn Daro answered, already fully dressed in armor. 

With a kindhearted chuckle, she teased, “Do you sleep in that stuff?”

She might have been seeing things, but she could have sworn there was the slightest tinge of blue fanning across his scaled neck. He returned her smile readily.

“Only when I must share quarters with Telle.”

Emrys couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled giddily out of her chest. She leaned toward him conspiratorially. “I would do the same,” she whispered.

“But!” she returned to the matter at hand, pulling herself upright and tucking her hands behind her back, still grinning at the glinn. “I believe we should be encountering the USS Phoenix today, but until then, I wanted to see if you and Glinn Telle would like to join me for a stroll around the arboretum?”

Daro leaned forward this time, his tone playfully furtive. “Well, Telle has been confined to quarters for the remainder of our journey-” Emrys’ eyes widened playfully. “I am not entirely certain what he did to warrant such a penalty; however, I would love the opportunity to join you.” 

Emrys felt her grin slipping into a much softer smile, but couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it. The door hissed closed behind Daro as he stepped into the hall and adopted the same stance as Emrys, back straight, hands tucked behind his back.

As they made their way down the halls, Emrys found herself once again appreciating Daro’s bearing. He carried himself with a quiet confidence and seemed to be constantly surveying his surroundings curiously. 

When they had arrived at the arboretum, Daro hesitated for a moment, falling slightly behind Emrys. She paused and turned to look at him as he stood there, gazing at her earnestly.

Before Emrys could ask if he was alright, he took the step forward that would carry him to her side and offered her his arm, his eyes locked on hers.

For the first time in a very long time, Emrys allowed herself to act without thinking. In her current assignment, every word, every movement, every interaction had to be carefully considered. There was too much at stake for anything to be perceived the wrong way. For once, in the quiet calm of the Enterprise’s arboretum, standing beside a charming and terribly unorthodox Cardassian, she wasn’t worried about anything. She linked her arm with his, shooting him a shy smile, feeling heat pulsing around her cheeks.

As they ambled slowly past the Cypirion cacti, Emrys allowed her nosiness to get the best of her. “So, Glinn, did you always know that you wanted to join the Cardassian Guard?”

He glanced down at her briefly, his expression contented. “Please, Commander, call me Daro.” His free hand came to rest atop Emrys’, tucked around his arm, warmth spreading through her limbs at the touch. 

He continued casually. “I don’t believe I ever thought there was another option, to be quite frank. All of the males in my family before me were somehow involved with the Guard or the Central Command, since its inception. So I followed in their footsteps.” He paused pensively, but began to smile again. “It wasn’t until my younger brother came along - well, he decided to do away with all that tradition.” Emrys caught the hint of a proud smile crossing his features and let it prompt one of her own. 

“What did your parents think of that?” she asked curiously, hoping it wasn’t too personal a question.

“Ah. Well, my father did not approve, as you can probably imagine.” Daro didn’t seem too troubled by this. “He was actually quite furious when my brother announced that he would be continuing his studies at Central University… My mother, however, was more understanding. She always fostered a sense of independence and determination in my brother and I.”

“It sounds like she did a wonderful job with you two,” Emrys added kindly.

“She is an exceptional woman,” he agreed. "And what about you, Commander? Do you have any siblings that you tortured in childhood?"

Emrys stumbled just slightly, surprised by the question though she had no real reason to be. Daro was quick to tighten his grip, keeping her upright. He noticed immediately that something had shifted, his concern altering his countenance completely. Emrys attempted to recover, but the smile she fixed upon her face seemed somber. Daro noticed that she couldn’t meet his eyes and he gently guided them to a stone bench beside a small pond near the center of the arboretum. His thumb idly rubbed at her fingers that were still clutching at his shirt.

"An older brother," she said quietly. "He was just a couple of years older than me… We were very close growing up. I mean, he still tortured me the way only an older brother can," she added with a distant chuckle, seeming lost in her memories.

She continued on after a moment, unaware of the grief darkening Daro's eyes. "He joined Starfleet as soon as he was old enough, and I followed right after. He was an excellent officer - clever, confident, kind-hearted. Once he graduated to lieutenant, he was posted to a ship that was involved in several skirmishes along the Federation-Cardassian border." Emrys paused, her breath hitching.

"Their ship was destroyed - there were no survivors." She let out a deep breath, trying to center herself as Daro laced his fingers comfortingly with hers. She looked up at him and flushed, remembering where she was.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand. "Didn’t mean to bring the mood down."

"You haven't," Daro reassured her. "On a planet with as long and harsh a military history as ours, these conversations are very… familiar."

Emrys examined the way their fingers were twined together, an alternating pattern of smooth and pale, and scarred and ashen.  

"I am so very sorry about your brother."

"You know," Emrys said thoughtfully. "I think that people like Miles expect me to feel the same way that they do about Cardassians, because of what happened to my brother." She shook her head slowly, taking in the lush and cheery garden around her. 

"But I like to think that I'm honoring his memory by making sure that the wars that killed him don't claim the lives of anyone else. Maybe I'm deluding myself," she shrugged, "but I just know that he would never have wanted anyone to kill in his name."

Daro lifted Emrys' hand from where it rested on his arm and brought it to his lips, his eyes shining with something like wonder.

“I must say, Commander-”

“Please… just Emrys,” she urged with a slight shake of her head, flushing slightly at the way his lips had felt against her skin.

He smiled. “Emrys. You have done nothing but surprise me since our introduction. I can certainly see why you were chosen to conduct peace talks with my people.”

The faint blush coloring her cheeks deepened. “You flatter me, Daro.” Suddenly intrigued, she glanced at him earnestly. “Although I’m somewhat ashamed it took me this long to consider it, I suppose I should probably ask you how you feel about the war and the signing of the armistice.”

Daro sat up a touch straighter, but did not relinquish his hold on her hand. He was quiet for a long moment, but Emrys was patient, a skill she’d been practicing since the war ended, and waited for him to collect his thoughts.

“I am sure that, to many,” he began somewhat haltingly, focused intently on the glassy surface of the pond, “it makes little sense to feel this way when one makes a living as a member of the Cardassian military. But, I have never felt pleasure at invading or occupying other planets, at political games, at senseless killing… at so much destruction.”

He sighed. “When I was young, and under the powerful influence of my family’s legacy, I believed that joining the Guard was a measure of protecting my home, my people. And that was something I wanted to be able to do.” He was very still as he spoke and Emrys shifted closer to him reassuringly. 

“But I was blind to the realities of war. I learned quickly enough how mistaken I had been, how naive, and I have been trying to reconcile my own personal beliefs with the path that lies before me ever since.” He finally tore his gaze from the water and met Emrys’, finding comfort in the way she had moved closer to his side. “For my part, I am very glad an end has been called and the armistice has been signed. The day a treaty is finalized will be a magnificent one indeed.”

“You may be waiting a while,” she countered with a chuckle, bumping his arm with her shoulder. 

“Ah, well. I am nothing if not patient.”

“An important skill to have when dealing with Cardassians, I’ve found,” Emrys quipped.

Daro’s eyebrow ridges rose marginally, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Except for you,” she added in playful haste. “You seem reasonable enough.”

Daro laughed, the sound sweet and almost musical, and warm triumph flooded through Emrys at having earned that jovial sound from him. 

“I am glad you think so,” came his rejoinder. “Although, if I had to guess, given your role in navigating concord with my people, you would likely be uniquely capable of handling me if I were not.”

Emrys hummed. “That may be so. But it would seem such a chore - I much prefer you this way.”

“Then I will continue endeavoring to remain as I am.” His words hung in the air between them, loaded, but with what, exactly, Emrys couldn’t be sure. He was, after all, a Cardassian glinn who would likely be returning to his ship very soon. She might never see him again - that thought heralded the return of that tendril of sadness that had coiled around her the evening before. She was disinclined to consider more deeply what that was about.

She was denied the opportunity to respond (although her mind had been floundering for an appropriate response to his potentially layered statement) when a brief chirp emanated from somewhere along Daro’s armor. His expression slipped into a stoic mask almost immediately, but Emrys thought she saw a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes just before.

“Glinn,” came the clipped, disembodied voice of Gul Macet, “we are returning to the Trager. Meet me in Transporter Room Three immediately.

“Yes, sir.” 

Emrys did her best to hide the disappointment that she was dismayed to find tugging at her chest. Instead, she fixed a supportive smile on her face and rose from the bench, pulling Daro up with her.

“May I escort you?” she asked quietly.

“Please,” he murmured, a confused jumble of emotions playing over his visage.

As Emrys did her best to shove down the unpleasant emotions that were threatening to crawl up her throat, she guided Daro towards the exit. In an instant of clarity, she realized how the rest of their trip to the Transporter Room would go, as opposed to the relative freedom they’d enjoyed in the empty arboretum. Halting their progress just before reaching the doors, she turned to Daro. The doleful look on his face felt like a punch to her gut and before she could overthink it, she hugged him. Perhaps it was more for her own benefit than his, but maybe, she thought, he needed this just as much as she did.

For a moment, as Daro froze in her grasp, she worried that she’d made a mistake and, although she was not afraid to have offended someone as easygoing as Daro, she was more concerned that she was making him uncomfortable. But as quickly as the thought occurred to her, he was returning her gesture, gathering her fully in his embrace. His lips pressed meaningfully against the crown of her head and he sighed into her hair. 

Silently, Emrys drew back, giving him a small smile before pulling herself up to her full height and placing her hands behind her back so he wouldn’t see the trembling of her fingers. He mimicked her posture, offering a rueful smile of his own, and the pair made their way back towards the Transporter Room, a professional distance between them. 

As they reached their destination, Emrys halted outside the door and Daro turned to face her, studying her intently.

“Kiba'avzayn,” Emrys intoned as Daro’s eyes widened. “Safe journey, Glinn Daro.”

Daro cleared his throat quietly. “Your pronunciation is… very good.” He inclined his head respectfully. “Be well, Commander Beck. Pokor malin çad lox-Cardăsa Terăm. I hope that our paths will cross again soon.”

She gave him the brightest smile she could muster as he nodded with a note of finality and entered the Transporter Room. The door hissed closed behind him and, feeling her throat constricting, muttered, “Computer, locate Counselor Deanna Troi.”

— — —

Emrys spent the next few days aboard the Enterprise as they returned to their original position before the incident with the Phoenix occurred, completing their mapping survey. She had found it difficult to focus on her work initially, but insistent communiqués from both Jellico and Nechayev found her throwing herself into various tasks, determined to take her mind off Daro. She’d spent so much time holed up in her quarters, in fact, that Deanna had taken to coming to fetch her, if only to convince her to stop working and join her for a drink for an hour or two. She expressed her concern openly, but Emrys brushed it off, downplaying her despondency about Daro and trying to convince both of them that she simply had too much work to do to spend time on anything else.

As the Enterprise finished their survey, they turned their course toward Starbase 395 and Emrys opted to stay aboard. She hesitated a bit when Picard had announced their next destination, as Admiral Nechayev had an office aboard that base, and Emrys had no desire for another chewing-out from a superior officer. But the desire to work down her never-ending to-do list won out.

“What are you going to do while we’re docked at the station?” Deanna had asked over dinner the evening before their arrival. 

Emrys laughed around a bite of Fettran risotto, covering her mouth belatedly. “Work, of course.” She swallowed her food before continuing. “A friend of mine is a stellar cartographer posted there, and she’s agreed to help me look into some claims the Cardassians are making about borders and mapping errors.”

Deanna looked surprised. “They’re claiming our maps have errors? Where?”

“In various places along the hotly disputed borders, of course, but specifically around Minos Korva.”

“That’s right,” Deanna replied thoughtfully. “I think I remember the captain saying something about them trying to annex the area before the war ended.”   

Emrys nodded apprehensively, drumming her fingers on the tabletop. “Whatever information I’m able to collect, in addition to verifying the accuracy of our Federation maps,  is certain to be necessary during our next round of negotiations. The Cardassians are pushing hard for their claim over the disputed planets."

Deanna sighed, perhaps sensing her friend’s flagging energy. “I don’t envy you. Not knowing how long all of this could take must be very difficult.” 

Emrys sunk lower in her chair, meeting Deanna’s eyes only briefly, hesitant to share the vulnerability in hers. She bit her lip and fiddled with her spoon.  

“Perhaps we will reach an accord quickly,” she said, but she knew it sounded hollow.

Deanna sighed. “Perhaps.”

That evening, Emrys called it an early night, eager to get to her next destination and focus on something so complex and expansive that there would be no room in her mind to consider anything - or anyone - else.

Translations:

Kiba'avzayn - “Good tidings.”

Pokor malin çad lox-Cardăsa Terăm - “You do a service for Cardassia.” (Expression of thanks to an equal)

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #glinn daro x oc #glinn daro x fem!oc #glinn daro #daro star trek #cardassians #i love him your honor #i officially have cardassian brainrot #deanna troi

[takavasen]

NIGHT VALE SHITPOST TIME!!!!!

GOOGLE TRANSLATED WTNV EPISODE!!!

I put the transcript of the first episode of Welcome to Night Vale to google translate and translated it to 16 random languages and back to English, the result is under the cut

As we pass by we see magnificent scenery in the valley, sun, beautiful moon and mysterious sleeping light. Welcome to the valley of the night.

Hello listeners. First of all, I want you to read this short article. City Hall has announced the opening of a new dog park at Earl and Somerset streets near Ralph. Please note that dogs are not allowed in the dog park. There is no one in the zoo. You can see a picture of him wearing a t-shirt instead of a cat. Do not approach them. Don’t go to the dog park. Hedging is optional and risky. There are no swarms of dogs, especially in the second enclosed room. A dog park won’t hurt you.

And now it’s popular. An angel appeared to old Josie near the park. It is said to be 10 feet long and shiny, one black. He said it would help the family. One had changed the lights, the other is standing on the porch. He offers an old light bulb with an angel (a dark angel, if that makes sense) for sale. Contact Lazken Jozi if interested. Located close to parking.

Today there are new people in town. WHO? Why is your hair so perfect and beautiful? What do you want from us? Why did you choose a shirt? He called himself a scientist. In fact, everyone has learned this at some point in their lives. ok now what? why are you here So what does he do with lights and lights in a rented lab and Big Rico pizza? Nobody does fries like Big Rico. It’s not like that.

A little reminder to all parents. Talk about safety when you take your kids outside to play in the sun. You need to drink plenty of water, make sure there are trees in the shade, and pay attention to the color of the helicopter.

Masked helicopter flying in the dark? Maybe the World Cup was not the place for the day. Black is the sheriff's undercover cop who keeps your kids safe and rarely picks them up. Or beautiful paintings of birds of prey? No one knows what these helicopters are or why they are needed.

Don’t give up. Go back to your house and lock the door so the secret police can put a stick on your front door as a sign of distress. Deafening sounds. Remember: Gatorade is a must, give your kids water and maybe an orange while they play.

However, the disappearance of a commercial airliner from the air today during a football drill in the Knights Vale Primary School gym, makes the drill much more dangerous. The plane re-entered the small apartment complex and disappeared completely, this time not touching any toys or buildings.

How this will affect the software is still unknown. Whether it is a mountain lion depends on competitors like the desert lion. Desert Bluffs tries to show us nice clothes before the scavenger hunt begins, and we hit the gym and stop working out for a few minutes. Cheating in the desert is very bad. Shame on you.

New scientist Carlos is summoned to a meeting in the town. It had jaws and teeth square like a war corpse. We are perfect hair and we both hate and love imperfect hair. Josie's grandmother made a delicious soup. The angel said that he had bought his life to serve God, and he could no longer buy it.

… Carlos told us that we were a very interesting company in the United States and that I was here to find out what was going on. She smiled and everything was perfect and he loved her. A government agent returns to the ministry from a secret but dangerous ceremony. I'm afraid of Charles. I am afraid of the desert at night. Human fear is deficient in what it knows, but does not know, but does not know;

We have news this morning. The Knights Vale Chamber of Commerce is pleased to announce the restoration of the Knights Valley Waterfront fence and marina. I recently stayed in their guest house and I can say it is very good and upscale. The dock is designed with environmentally friendly materials after long use. Many pedestrianized streets are ready to be

transformed into public markets filled with local vendors and vendors.

Some people are now afraid that the sea is not real because we are in the middle. This is incorrect, and I agree with that. For example, nowadays you see grass and rocks on the road. The consortium didn’t give me a definitive answer to this question, but said the new station would greatly improve Night Valley. Maybe wait until it's all over and try to head to the crowded beach.

Local NRA chapters are selling flyers as part of the fundraising week. They sent someone to camp to remind us, and we’re here to help the community, so I want to tell you everything. The sticker, made from durable vinyl, reads: “Guns don’t kill, guns don’t kill. We're not all indexed, which is a miracle." She stands at the front door and shouts "NRA" to interview someone.

Carlos and his research team discovered that one of the homes behind the new Desert Creek Elementary School building was indeed missing. "South," Carlos glossed with his hair. "When you look at it, it's still there, and it's between those two houses, so it feels like it's not there."

However, they said some tests needed to be done and he was not home. At a press conference, investigators gathered on the sidewalk in front of an empty house. Stand up and knock each other's courage.

A public protest was held at the Bali post office yesterday. The postman said he did not recognize it, but a passerby described the sound as "soulful black magic."

Indian Tracker - I don't know if you've seen this guy. The man appears to be of Slavic origin, but wears an Indian pantomime badge and claims to be able to read street signs. He introduced himself and promised to find the truth. No one can answer why it's hard to take Cnm seriously.

You can see the lights in the sky above Arby. This is not an Arby's brand. Something deep and far away. We know the difference. We got into their game. We know Team Arbi is at the top. Citizens of another country. The future of women and men has arrived. It's about 100 feet above Arby's.

Carlos and his researchers at the monitoring station off Highway 800 say their seismography shows strong shaking, meaning the ground must have moved with each drop. I don't know about you, but the Earth is still like a ball of ice floating in an endless storm.

Carlos said both screens have been tested and are in good condition. And there seems to be a terrible earthquake no one has ever heard of in Nightvale. Then you apply for insurance. Check out what we have here.

Aeneas tempor, mi a ultricies. Police are now warning of so-called road ghosts - vehicles that appear from afar and move at unexpected speeds, causing people to lose track of where they are going. We would like to remind you that you should not base your speed on this data base and should not take it into account when adjusting traffic flow.

However, a more precise skylight speed regulation is recommended, as all the facilities or companies responsible for emissions seem to be paying attention and listening to the drivers.

The time is now.

Welcome to the audience.

Carlos and his research team reported an unusual sunset today. I'm pretty sure it was ten minutes after several hours of watching. I asked if they had an account and of course they didn’t. Most of them are sitting opposite each other on the field complaining and hugging each other 24 hours a day.

But we have a full day to be thankful for. It's easy to forget it's so hot in the desert, but without the sun it's hard for us. It’s a time after sunrise, anytime of the day, when warmth, light, and yes, plenty of warmth is felt in our fragmented society.

The whole city wants to be reminded about heaven and the angelic kingdom. The caveat is that you don't need to know anything about it. The position of the heavens and the chart order of the angels are the right of the government to know, and should only be known to the members of the government when necessary.

Do not talk to or thank the angels you encounter while shopping at Ralph's or Desert Flower Bowling Alley. They just lie, they don’t lie. All the angels gathered around the town hall for the memorial service.

Now a short announcement. It’s called the Korma. Could they kill your child? So.

That said, he's long believed that the best way to die is to be eaten by a giant snake. The first leg and every leg is a sticky stick that makes your life more consistent.

When he arrived at Desert Flowers Bowling and Arcade, owner Teddy Williams said Bowling Refer No. He said he found the entrance to the underground city at 1.5 a.m. He says he hasn't made it yet, just look at the amazing castle and the wide streets. It also echoes the sounds of a distant underground city.

When the bullets suddenly strike, the door seems to be found, and it crashes into the city and into a large cave. So you know they live in town, now they know about us and we will hear from them soon.

Carlos, in fine and handsome body, visited our students last chapter, but declined to be interviewed. He carried several transparent boxes filled with wires and tubes. He said he would try these. I don't know what it means, but this box whistled and rattled. When he has the microphone close, the bird seems to wake up.

He was really angry. I could see Carlos panicking. I’ve never seen such a tight knee. Then he ran away. We are told to leave the building, but who is here to talk to you?

Get ready for another great night at Goodbye. I hope everyone slept with someone or made good memories. Hello listeners. Good day.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #shitpost #google translate shines again #“I hope everyone slept with someone” #I would pay money for Cecil Baldwin to read this out loud

[landwriter]

I have a question that has absolutely nothing to do with fic or the Sandman except for the bit where it's about a dream poem! Since you've minored in French literature, I was wondering if you've read Le Roman de la Rose? As far as medieval dream poems go, Chaucer and even Lydgate can take a back seat because the first part of Le Roman (aka the part written by Guillaume de Lorris c. 1230) is fantastic and contains some of my favourite language ever. The God of Love makes the Lover kiss his mouth which drives me crazy, but these lines are my favourite in any literature ever and honestly this entire ask is me just jumping on the chance to share them/write them out again (the English translation is by Charles Dahlberg):

lors la me toucha au costé et ferma mon cuer si souef qu'a grant poine senti la clef

then he touched my side and locked my heart so softly that I hardly felt the key

I have not - furthest back I was ever sent was late 17th c.

However, after recovering from being absolutely fucking bodied by those lines, I wanna read it. I've done a semi-cursory search and have only found it in English translations, and a French journal article about how many manuscripts there's been of Le Roman de la Rose (answer: a great deal) but I would love even the Guillaume de Lorris portion? I am hooked. thank you for this. a small digression *I* am jumping on the chance to talk abt:

This is a good example of a funky little modern French thing, which is pronouncing the vestigial -e (there's actual terms but I like vestigial) that would otherwise be silent (for the most part, regionally, asterisk asterisk etc.,) in speech, in prose - but are pronounced in poetry and song. Francophones are like 'it's for meter' (as above in poine, to make the line 8 syllables) but as usual they are being incredibly blasé about a very cool linguistic convention. Why is it cool? It's a remnant of both our language's histories! It used to be our convention too!

As anyone who has read Middle English in Dreamling fic, completely new to it, as I was, you will notice the profusion of seemingly vestigial -e's. While spelling was not standardized, there's overall more of them on words today we might recognize which have since shed them completely, like the classic myne owne hertis rote (x), my own heart's root. If you're an Anglo like me, you might read that and pronounce it something like 'mine own heart-iss wrote'. BUT! Guess the fuck what - just like in French poetry even today, these final e's were pronounced for the majority of what we call 'Middle English'. Here is someone reading some of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales in Middle English. It's so jaunty, eh?

Unlike the French, we have obviously not kept the habit of pronouncing our now-vestigial -e's, even in spoken verse. (or, if u will, vers-uh) I think it's a crying shame. The music of it! The rhythm! The connection with your linguistic ancestors! My tinfoil hat thesis that is objectively incorrect but feels right: we doomed this gorgeous facet of English pronunciation in the rise of literacy and printing; if we still primarily transmitted stories via oral tradition they would sound prettier. The French kept it because they relied on it too much in their poetry are simply more stubborn and consistent.

On that theme, I think it's crazy how much more comprehensible Old French is relative to modern French, than even Middle English a few centuries later vs modern English?? What's up with that?

p.s. any asks that are like 'here's some ruinous language I would like to share with you' are very welcome they don't even have to be dream poems!

p.p.s. more on Middle English pronunciation from someone that might know what they're talking about because I certainly do not (x)

#asks #poetry #this can be a poetry blog on sundays #as a treat #linguistics #translation meta #middle english #old french #language i love thee so #do kids still speak pig latin to each other in school? hmm #an essay

[dimdiamond]

girl I was reading a fanfic about haddotin in a different language which I had to translate it in English and I tell you the fic pissed me off so bad lol,like I know we all love haddotin and ship them and all but I really don't like the stories where haddock literally bullies tintin and bosses him around just because he's older and in that story he bloody locked tintin in his room and did forbid him from doing anything like wtf?I konw it's just a fic but even in comics tintin was always his own person and didn't let anyone even haddock tells him to what to do these kind of stories just bothers me because even if a person belongs to another he or she is still their own person too and I don't like to see people normalizing these stuff in relationships what's your take on it buddy

I haven't read that fic but it sounds like a fic I wouldn't pick to read and if I did, it would be from curiosity (and probably drop it in the middle lol).

I agree with you, this trope and dynamic is extremely out of character for these two. Haddock didn't lock Tintin in a room even for his safety but EVEN if he did I am sure we would have Tintin get out of the room in seconds. Actually now that I am thinking about it, it would be Tintin who asks Haddock to lock him and count how long it would take him to get out because "I feel rusty lately, Captain, and you never know when I will got trapped somewhere again :)". But yes, Haddock's thing is that he respects Tintin EXTREMELY and he never stops him from doing what he wants, the most he has done is yell and scold but then here they go again to the danger together. Tintin would never stay with someone who would treat him like an object and limit his freedom, and he stays with Haddock because he treats Tintin as an equal despite the differences and I am sure this is what Tintin needs from a partner, among other things.

About fics in general I don't think it's my business what anyone writes, if it's in my tastes, great, if it's not, cool I go to another. I highly doubt a fic from a fan, especially in a small fandom, has the power to "normalize" anything. For whatever reason, the writer wanted to explore this topic and it's their right to do so using fiction. I simply believe that creative storytelling in any form, especially fanfiction, has no obligation to teach morals and you can't base your knowledge and education on them. The only difference between us two and the fan of these tropes is that they like them and we don't. It's a difference of tastes, we all know it isn't normal and healthy to lock someone in a room but some people like to read about it in stories and some don't.

Anyway I am not an expert in the topic and I'm just a fan, so I know how irritating it is to fall upon a fic not in your tastes or just a line pissing you off and the only thing you should do is close the tab (I would NEVER support leaving hate comments or negative ones). There are many great haddotin fics, however, and I can recommend some if you'd like!

#thank you for the ask #it is a matter of taste in the end #tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #the adventures of tintin #haddotin

[army-of-bee-assassins]

back with more questions regarding image descriptions!!

let's say there is an artwork for a fandom that is specific to one country mostly. (Czechia in this example) since the thing the fandom is based on is in Czech. should I write the image description in English or in Czech?

also I've heard somewhere that proper writing should be used in them, is that true? like if the original text is caps lock I should put it to regular. or when no punctuation is used, I should add it.

i hope these aren't stupid, questions. I'm thinking of adding descriptions to all pictures on my art sideblog and I want to do it right :)!!

hi there! sorry for the late response on this one!

so for your first question, i would write the image description in czech in that case! generally speaking, i would write in the language that most of the post's audience will be using. or perhaps whatever language the op was using. you can also do the image description in more than one language (like english and czech for example) if you want. but one language will generally be sufficient.

in terms of proper grammar in image descriptions, i am not sure that it is vital (tho people are welcome to correct me on this), but i believe that it is preferred by some people. i usually use proper capitalization and punctuation in my ids. but again, any id is better than none.

as for correcting punctuation and capitalization when transcribing text, usually the rule of thumb is to transcribe the text as-is, without editing anything. the main exception would be for an honest-to-god typo (like fully a mistake, not a misspelling that was added for comedic effect) that may affect the post's legibility. in that case, you can usually correct the spelling. but otherwise i wouldn't edit the capitalization, spelling, or punctuation. if something would be truly incomprehensible for a screen reader (like something with a lot of words intentionally misspelled), then you might transcribe it as-is, followed by a "translation"/plain text of what it's meant to say.

when it comes to things that are in all caps - there are some mixed thoughts on this. i think these days most screen readers will read all caps just normally, but certain words may instead be read as an acronym. for example, "it" in all caps might be read as "I-T", like the acronym for "information technology." another thing to note is that no screen reader (as far as i'm aware) will make any note of something being in all caps. this means that when all caps are used for emphasis, a screen reader user has no way of knowing that the emphasis was there. lastly - and maybe this is just a personal preference and doesn't extend to other people - i find it kind of difficult to read a long stretch of text (like, more than a few sentences) that is in all caps. for all of these reasons listed, i often like to transcribe all caps with normal capitalization, just with a note that indicates that it was in all caps. for example: "The sign reads: [in all caps] 'do not enter'". these sorts of notes can also be added when all caps are used for emphasis. however - i'm honestly not sure if there's an agreed best practice on the transcription of all caps text. or if there is, i still need to learn about it.

just as a general note for alt text and image descriptions - a great way to learn a bit more about how screen readers work is to try out the screen reader on your phone! pretty much all modern phones have a screen reader in the accessibility settings, and you can set up a quick shortcut to turn it on and off with ease. for my phone, i just hold down both volume keys for a few seconds to turn it on. once the screen reader is on, swipe left or right to change what is highlighted and being read, and double tap to select what is highlighted. there are more settings than that, but that's what you need for just basic navigation. once you've figured out how to use your screen reader, try it out on different tumblr posts to see what it's like, and try it out on alt text or image descriptions that you write to see if they read well.

thanks for the thoughtful questions again!

#i'm hoping the basic screen reader instructions work across most phones? #i know they apply for voiceover (iphone) and talkback (android) #long post #again sorry i can't be concise to save my fucking life #j.txt

[hoidn]

tl;dr spanish has formal pronouns and english doesn’t and this is what FOMO looks like for me, a nerd.

one of the downsides to engaging with media in languages you don’t know is that you're locked out of a lot of the experience because things like cultural/social references and contexts don’t necessarily register or have meaning when they’re not in your frame of reference (and while this happens at times to everyone generally, because even within one’s own culture it’s impossible to be aware of ALL the things, it’s much more pronounced when coming entirely from outside of it). 

of course for me it’s primarily about language itself and shades of meaning and aughghg it’s so frustrating to know that there are linguistic nuances failing to have an impact either because the translation is (of necessity) filtered through the interpretation of the translator and they can only convey so much, or because their presence is simply not readily apparent to me. but i want to knooooooow. LCDP is the first non-english language show i’ve ever been fannish about and it’s certainly been an education in how much i actually remember from four years of high school spanish classes lo these many years later. it’s more than i thought, but it’s mostly just isolated words and short phrases, and it’s largely recognition rather than immediate understanding. it’s like i’m on a two-second delay, so that by the time my brain has (a) picked out the word/phrase from amongst all the unfamiliar sounds, and (b) found its meaning, i’m two sentences behind what the characters are saying. mostly it’s been more distracting than useful.

however!

my bits and pieces of spanish sort-of-understanding have allowed me to solve the mystery of something that had been sitting in the back of my mind with a question mark since i first watched THAT SCENE in 1x12. (well, once i got over the initial “omg they’re making out!!!” reaction, anyway.) according to the english subtitles, raquel says “about you” then stops and repeats “about you” again. i couldn’t figure out the significance of the repetition or how her next line “i think it’s time we stop being so formal” followed on from that. it was only on a rewatch, when i already knew the meaning of the dialogue and didn’t have to focus on the subtitles, that i actually listened to what she says. and i realised they’re still using the formal pronoun ‘usted’ with each other. so the first time she’s saying “de usted”, but the subsequent times she’s saying “de ti”. hence less formal! and since modern standard english doesn’t have formal pronouns, in a literal translation both ‘usted’ and ‘ti’ are the same word: you. achievement unlocked! VICTORY!

for confirmation i switched my subtitles to ‘european spanish’ and, first of all, how cool is it that they get different colours for different speakers?! that makes it so much easier to read! stupid english subtitles all being in white. then, because i am A Nerd, i transcribed the spanish to compare to the english translation, and i put the important bits into google translate to see what it came up with (bolded in brackets).

english:

R: I want you to know I'll never pull my gun out again. Yeah? S: Okay. R: Or frisk you or have any doubts about you. S: Good. R: About you.... About you. I think it's time we stop being so formal, isn't it? S: I couldn't agree more. R: Yeah. S: I agree. R: Me too.

spanish:

R: Quiero que sepa que no voy a volver a sacar la pistola nunca más. Sí. S: Ya. (ed: i definitely hear him say “bien” but w/e) R: Ni a cachearle ni a duda más de usted.  S: (ed: i hear him say “bien, bien” but there’s no dialogue at all in the captions here) R: De... De ti. De ti, de ti, de ti. Ya va siendo hora de dejar da tratarnos de usted, ¿no crees? [“It's about time we stopped talking about you, don't you think?” <- yeah, see, the literal english translation of that sentence means something quite different to what the spanish sentence means, which is sort of how we ended up here] S: Yo creo que es momento de tutearnos, sí.  [I think it's time to call each other, yes. <- i feel like we’re missing a word, there, google] R: Sí, sí. S: Yo creo que sí. [I think so] R: Sí.

from my perspective, even with this rough translation, there’s a lot of nuance left out of the english subtitles, and that’s really disappointing. it’s... i don’t want to say it’s cuter or more adorable in spanish because that sounds like i’m being condescending about the language itself, when it’s actually that the english translation leaves out elements of the original that convey a level of meaning. the kind of babbling repetition they’re doing in spanish, which is what makes it adorable, isn’t even hinted at in the english translation. basically, the adorableness of the moment is baked into the language of the original; it’s supposed to exist as part of the emotional landscape. but if you rely solely on the translation, you don’t really get that, or the way it kind of builds momentum. (maybe it comes across better in the dubbed version? idk i can’t stand dubbing.) 

anyway, while i don’t understand the translator’s choices here wrt to that, obviously they did the best they could with the usted vs ti issue. (this is one reason written media is better for translation: you can have footnotes!) still, i have to wonder whether someone who’s not familiar with spanish would really get the underlining meaning of the “stop being so formal” line.

and i genuinely mean no disrespect whatsoever to the translators of this show or translators in general everywhere because i am incredibly grateful to them for making the world so much richer and there are so many wonderful media i’d never be able to watch or read without their work. but this single exercise in explication has just emphasised for me how very much i’m missing out on and it makes me sad that short of thoroughly learning every language on earth there’s no way for me to fix the problem to my own satisfaction.

i really hate that.

(also i have so many more questions about the whole translation process for visual media now. for starters, i have the suspicion these people were translating without a net (i.e. a script) and had to go on what they heard. if that’s the case, it’s a ridiculous way to go about things and infuriates me as someone who used to do court audio transcription. because i can attest that transcription of multiple speakers is hard enough even when you can isolate individual mics and you only have to work with one language. the idea of having to translate from a single sound file on top of that? fucking hell. i hope they got paid very well. (lol of course they didn’t.))

#words are my life #TIL how to type the spanish upside down question mark on my keyboard #(refers to the day i typed it not the day of posting because lbr they're never the same day) #me and my charms #la casa de papel #minor victories are the only kind i get just let me have this

[ribombeee]

16, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, and 27 for the ask game? i love you!!! ❣️❣️❣️❣️

OK HERE WE GO!!

16. the book that made u fall in love with reading?

oh gosh. um. the first series i was every into as like a young young child was the little house on the prairie series but i think the first book/series i ever really liked for like the Themes and Artistry was the gregor the overlander series hot damn those books made me so upset as like an 8 year old child. if u remember i wanted to have my 9th birthday party be gregor the overlander themed. with like giant rats and cockroaches i guess. it would been fucking awesome

20. do u prefer audio books or e-books?

i read a lot of ebooks bc theyre the easiest format to get ahold of but i dont have fond feelings towards them. whereas i am a certified audiobookhead certified freak for audiobooks. bc i like reading while walking around or drawing and i like voice acting

21. hardcovers or paperbacks?

hardcovers for modern books bc im a book cover HATER if a cover is bad it will distract me and most hardcovers u can take the dust cover off and burn it as a sacrifice to Big Graphic Design. however in an ideal world with no hideously ugly covers i would read exclusively paperbacks small enough to fit in a hoodie pocket <3

22. a book that u hated at first but now love it?

this may be kind of a cop out answer but the translation of the odyssey i read in high school english was extremely boring and cliche and the version i read in college (tr. emily wilson) gave me a bit of a diff perspective… i still wouldnt say i love it but i have a healthy respect for it

23. a book u used to love but now hate?

i really dont know if i can think of an answer for this… i feel like even really stupid books i loved as a kid i can appreciate for what they are even if i wouldnt read them now

24. a book genre u haven't read? why?

idk if i have an answer for this one either?? umm i was gonna say i havent read steampunk but i actually totallly have OH i guess i havent read self help books. bc i think theyre stupid and unhelpful

25. a book that had u bawling ur eyes out?

by god. nona the ninth. literally perhaps the book on this earth that has made me the most upset. all 3 locked tomb books made me cry but for weeks after reading nona i would randomly start crying just thinking about how she never got to have her first birthday party and invite all the dogs. poor poor baby nona…… u also already know that i used to be completely unable to read like more than 3 lines into snow and dirty rain from richard siken’s crush without bursting into tears like a maniac that was very normal of me. average 15 year old experience

26. ur fav quote from a book?

many many many!!!! but the first one that comes to mind and the one i’ll go with is this fucking banger of a classic from tlhod thank u miss le guin thank u miss therem harth rem ir estraven

#glad u changed the last question bc i absolutely do not read the right kind of book to answer that #i dont even know what the last actual straight up romance i read was. like actual pure romance #if u count maurice then it was maurice #if u dont then it. was. #ok it was emma by jane austen which i read in summer of 2021 #thank u for the asks love u #currently reading #mail 📫

[chaotic-literature-student]

Hey there, I'm planning to study English literature for my bachelors, but I'm not sure. Since you're doing your major can I ask for your opinion.

Hello there! Thank you for the question.

 I’ll start by giving you my background and then my experience with english as my major: So, actually when I choose to study languagesas my Bachelor degree (I studies english, german, japanese) I did not know actually what I wanted to do as a job (at that times I didn’t know a lot of things), I think I choose what I was most good at. I consider my experience with BA one of the most beautiful. I learned a lot of things, and everything I learned I did it with passion and curiosity. It is true that I learned a LOT, about linguistics, literature and so on but I did not reach the language level I expected to. At the end of my BA I had a little crisis asking myself “what now?”, you see, I was born and raised (and studies for my BA) in a small town in Italy that does not offer so much job for us in the humanities. So I decided to continue with an MA, but this time I choose English Studies because I wanted to specialize only in one language. Moreover, during the summer after graduation and before the start of MA I saved as much money as possibile. This because I grabbed my things and moved in a bigger city for my MA, I did not want to find myself locked in a city that doesn’t give you opportunities (fortunately I also had a scholarship to sustain myself). I think this was one of the best decision in my life that I will always remember with joy. The new beginnings are always exciting. For the MA I studied in-depth what I already learned in my Bachelor. However, at the end of the day what it left me is a theoretical preparation, much useful if you want to pursue a PhD or become a teacher but not if you want to do more “practical” job.

Here’s some of the subject I studies during my english MA: Linguistics, Modern English Literature, Asian-American Literature, Postmodern American Literature, Translation, Digital Humanities, History of English Language.

If you want to pursue a PhD or become a teacher for sure, then yes, study English. If not, but you like it, think carelfully if that’s what you want. But first, you should really think if that what you really like. You will have to read a LOT (and i mean a LOT) of novels, books, theatrical plays. Analyse them in detail, discuss them and criticise them. You will have to write a lot of paper and things like that.

Bear in mind that university will NOT give you everything you need to know how life works out there. There are a lot of thing you will learn by yourself with your personal experience. This apply also when you study a subject, for example you may study a language at university but you will not master it unless you do “something” also when you are out of your classroom (for example reading a book in a foreign language or try to speak with someone).

But let’s go step by step. I don’t know what is your background, if you are native english or not, (because I know that english university systems works a bit differently, so my suggestions may not work), but here’s some things you should ask/reflect on before choosing this major:

- What is the job you want to do? If you didn’t choose your major you probably still don’t know what you want to do. And it’s normal and this is a question that you should not answer with precision, but you shoudl have a rough idea of what you want to be. Personally, I didn’t know what I wanted to become, at first I thought that I wanted to become a teacher but remember that the future is unexpected: in fact, I am now a project manager for a translation company (I do not translate, if you’re wondering it).  And I did not even graduated from my M.A yet, as I am still writing my thesis (I am graduating around september)

- Remember to choose what you like because even if it’s true that there are field of study that are more fruitful in terms of job prospect, if you do it without liking it (even just a bit) you may have difficulties going on studying and working afterwards. Personally I prefer doing something I enjoy, but there are people who don’t mind and think only in terms of job pay, so that’s up to your personality.

- Always remember that even if people tell you that a “job you choose you will do it for your lifetime”, life is unexpected (I aready said it right) and the world out there is full of new opportunities.

- If you already know what you want to do, then don’t choose general study units as me (as you saw in the subject for my MA), but specialize in what you already decided (for ecample, if you want to be an audiovisual translator, choose a specialized master for it)

Sometimes I ask myself if I would change my field of study if I would go back in time, and my answer is no. Even if it seems that humanities don’t offer you future prospects, sometimes it depends on how you see it. With Humanities study background you can do everything and nothing at the same time. Recentely it is having more success, especially if you combine it with digital studies.

Surely, for me, it helped me to be more open-minded, to have a more cultural knowledge and I aquired skills such as writing skills, critical thinking and so on. Don’t be afraid of the future prospect becaus eevrything will come when the time comes. I did not even thought to become a translation project manager but here I am.

At the end of the day, remember that university and job will only be a part of our lives (ok, university for a time will be a whole part of your life, but still) and other than that you are yourself, with all your shades and different hobbies (when I dont’ study I like to play videogames, do yoga and other things). Study and Work should not always be the centre of or life.

(Sorry for my long answer, I tried to be as exsaustive as possibile, If you have any particular question in mind, feel free to ask for more)

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