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@nymking / nymking.tumblr.com

star wars, art and writing is on nymeriaking 🌼 formerly welighttheway 🌼 this blog is 7 years old or so and thus is a mess
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IN THE HEARTS OF MEN by NymeriaKing

IN THE HEARTS OF MEN by @nymeriaking​

Story Summary:

Ben, a young and passionate prodigy from the Core, is up for his Jedi Trials. Armitage, a cold and careful nobody from the Outer Rim, is up for anything. The New Republic and the fledgling First Order don’t care for their plans one bit.

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This is a wonderful slow burn Kylux, melancholy and luxurious, set among interplanetary political tensions and intrigue. It’s also full of worldbuilding (mostly set on the watery planet of Arkanis, Hux’s native world), which Nymeria has imagined in great detail the culture of the native people, and even invented a language Marlanysil. I think this is a brilliant work.

Binding

The paper on the case, of course, symbolizes the waters of Arkanis.

Typesetting

This was quite an undertaking. Each word in Marlanysil was defined using a footnote on first usage. I think there were 87 footnotes total. The text is set in Baskerville simply because the title page image used Baskerville.

In addition to the footnotes, Nymeria also wrote a complete appendix outlining the grammar of the language Marlanysil which she created especially for this story because she’s fucking brilliant. There is a complete glossary included in the appendix.

Process Photos

Nymeria asked for lots of process photos of this book being born, so here you go!

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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO by NymeriaKing

Summary

A fill for the prompt: “And then there were two.”

I: After hours of weather delays, Hux’s flight gets pushed to the next morning. He gets a room for the night, and the stranger with the good hair is all too happy to join him.

II: Hux and Kylo come to an arrangement.

III: Hux is a robot; Kylo is anything but.

IV: As it turns out, Hux is not a robot.

V: Hux is a devil.

This story is an affecting mix of scorching hot humiliation and kinky sex, with issues of depression, isolation, alcoholism. 

Binding

I grabbed the paper that most reminded me of the aerial view of landscape from the window of an airplane.

The title page, left side I took from a 1948 American Airlines advertisement for flights to San Francisco, by Edward McKnight Kauffer. But the image had to be two pages wide - so I did my best to expand it across to the other page! 

Title typeface: Early Man

Inside: 

Early Man chapter headings. Garamond body text. A little airplane for a page divider to continue the flight theme.

Author created charming illustrations which are all included.

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I am going to kill you with the power of friendship and this spear I found

Gil-Galad, so done with Sauron’s shit

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I want a story about an Italian vampire.

No romance, no action.

Just 200 pages of “What do you mean, I can’t have garlic? Do you know where I’m from?”

TBH I think the main issue would be the mirror thing

have you ever met an Italian man

the amount of time they spend looking in the mirror jfc

a bunch of pissed off vampires stuck in Venice because they can’t go over moving water

Not to victim blame, but you’d have to be a pretty bad Italian to even get turned into a vampire in the first place.

the only two places practically immune to vampires are texas and italy

Let me tell you of A Thing.

Lithuania has no vampires, I guarantee it.

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stephendann

Lithuania has one vampire, and let me tell you, she’s gonna be FURY UNLEASHED once someone gets her out of the centre of that crossterfuck of a burial point.

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i have greensleeves stuck in my head but, like, the horrible otamatone version

just in case anyones forgotten this absolute masterpiece

What I love most about this is that you start it and you go “eh, it’s not THAT funny, they just sound like crumhorns really.”

AND THEN THE THIRD ONE COMES IN.

I was listening to this and it got interrupted by a text from my sister in the other room like “what the actual fuck are you listening to”

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animeadult

look at this extremely chaotic video my fiancé took of our cat

Chaotic Evil

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*smoke emiting from clenched fist*

woman: OOOOoOOH NoO!!!! It’s meelltIINNGG!!

*ring melts off woman’s hand*

woman: MY PRECIOUS POWERRrRR RING! GONE FOORRVVERrrr..

woman: *screams like a pterodactyl* 

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yamino

I read the description and though “surely it’s not actually like that”

The contrast between the unbelievably extra voice acting and the extremely stiff and emotionless animation is what really makes this a masterpiece. 

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bransonreese

the twitter thread the artist created after this was one of the best situations i have ever seen in my whole life:

Somebody give this ignoramus a piece of actual shark skin and tell him to rub his face with it, let him find out just how “smooth” sharks really are.

Somebody did. I use it as a pillowcase because it’s so smooth.

But buddy.

Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper. It is made up of tiny teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles. These scales point towards the tail and help to reduce friction from surrounding water when the shark swims. … In the opposite direction, it feels very rough like sandpaper.

Buddy. It’s smooth. The link you sent me led to a website that described how smooth they are. I dunno, maybe you don’t know how to read?

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slangwang

this post is transcendent

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aurora-gleam

You’re thinking of dolphins. Dolphins are the ones with smooth skin that feels like a rubber beach ball.

Source: I’M A MARINE BIOLOGIST

No, I’m thinking of sharks.

Source: I’m a superior marine biologist

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maxofs2d

me when i go to the bakery but i didn’t speak clearly enough for the staff to understand what i was trying to order

this is the kind of specific content i need 

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Can’t believe Bram Stoker once sent a 2000-word fan letter to Walt Whitman which included his exact height, weight and how much he loved his poems and wanted to be friends with him, and that Whitman wrote back saying he liked his letter and hoped they could meet some day, how cute is that

And then he finally got to meet him and Stoker said “I found him all that I had ever dreamed of, or wished for in him” HOW CUTE IS THAT

bram stroker just mailed walt whitman his grindr profile just like that huh

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Ok, I went to look this up, and it is amazing. Bram Stoker actually wrote this long-ass stream of consciousness letter that spanned about 2000 words and which–judging by most sites–had 0 paragraph breaks and just went on and on about his Feelings. He then proceeded to keep that letter in his desk for four years because he was too shy to send it. He finally sent it, along with a slightly less rambly letter, on fuckin Valentine’s day in 1876. In it are such wonders as:

If I were before your face I would like to shake hands with you, for I feel that I would like you. I would like to call you Comrade and to talk to you as men who are not poets do not often talk. I think that at first a man would be ashamed, for a man cannot in a moment break the habit of comparative reticence that has become a second nature to him; but I know I would not long be ashamed to be natural before you. You are a true man, and I would like to be one myself, and so I would be towards you as a brother and as a pupil to his master. In this age no man becomes worthy of the name without an effort. You have shaken off the shackles and your wings are free. I have the shackles on my shoulders still—but I have no wings.
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If you care to know who it is that writes this, my name is Abraham Stoker (Junior). My friends call me Bram. I live at 43 Harcourt St., Dublin. I am a clerk in the service of the Crown on a small salary. I am twenty-four years old. Have been champion at our athletic sports (Trinity College, Dublin) and have won about a dozen cups. I have also been President of the College Philosophical Society and an art and theatrical critic of a daily paper. I am six feet two inches high and twelve stone weight naked and used to be forty-one or forty-two inches round the chest. I am ugly but strong and determined and have a large bump over my eyebrows. I have a heavy jaw and a big mouth and thick lips—sensitive nostrils—a snubnose and straight hair. I am equal in temper and cool in disposition and have a large amount of self control and am naturally secretive to the world. I take a delight in letting people I don’t like—people of mean or cruel or sneaking or cowardly disposition—see the worst side of me. I have a large number of acquaintances and some five or six friends—all of which latter body care much for me.
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It is vain for me to try to quote any instances of what thoughts of yours I like best—for I like them all and you must feel that you are reading the true words of one who feels with you. You see, I have called you by your name. I have been more candid with you—have said more about myself to you than I have ever said to any one before. You will not be angry with me if you have read so far. You will not laugh at me for writing this to you. It was with no small effort that I began to write and I feel reluctant to stop, but I must not tire you any more. If you ever would care to have more you can imagine, for you have a great heart, how much pleasure it would be to me to write more to you. How sweet a thing it is for a strong healthy man with a woman’s eyes and a child’s wishes to feel that he can speak so to a man who can be if he wishes father, and brother and wife to his soul. I don’t think you will laugh, Walt Whitman, nor despise me, but at all events I thank you for all the love and sympathy you have given me in common with my kind.

Three weeks later–which, considering the speed of transatlantic mail at the time, pretty much means immediately–Walt Whitman wrote back. He had, at the time, been recovering from a paralytic stroke three years earlier that had left him, in his own words, “entirely shattered—doubtless permanently, from paralysis and other ailments,” but he still found the time to respond with a much briefer but still very affectionate letter, the opening paragraph of which read as follows:

My dear young man, Your letters have been most welcome to me—welcome to me as Person and as Author—I don’t know which most—You did well to write me so unconventionally, so fresh, so manly, and so affectionately, too. I too hope (though it is not probable) that we shall one day meet each other. Meantime I send you my friendship and thanks.

Despite Whitman’s parenthetical remark about the improbability of meeting, Stoker did eventually manage to call on Whitman a couple of times some years later, and expressed that 

I found him all that I had ever dreamed of, or wished for in him: large-minded, broad-viewed, tolerant to the last degree; incarnate sympathy; understanding with an insight that seemed more than human.

Whitman, meanwhile, found Stoker “an adroit lad,” and “like a breath of good, healthy, breezy sea air.” Adorable.

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