#USSR x reader

[tsuposts]

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜssʀ

✎ᝰ @mistfire1999 request: Hey could I get a USSR one? like we meet him and we somehow become really good friends and then more?

✎ᝰ Hi, I apologise for not writing for so long, I'm having problems with my studies at the moment. But I hope you like it! ^^

✎ᝰ Cr art: dingdingdog (on lofter)

₊⊹ You met him during the war. Sometimes you had to be his assistant, but you, as ordinary people, had a lot to talk about, so when you had time, you could chat a little.

₊⊹ After the end of the war, you didn't try to keep in touch with each other, but sometimes it turned out that you sometimes met somewhere on the street and chatted together.

₊⊹ Then it turned out that you came to visit each other to talk over a cup of coffee. So maybe you could be called friends?

₊⊹ The children of the USSR loved you too. You played with them, and sometimes you came to him with sweets to share them with his children. But the USSR hid these candies from them and gave them just a little bit, as it is harmful.

₊⊹ That's how you started getting closer to him. In the end, the USSR began to have feelings for you that were not friendly at all.

₊⊹ He didn't deny his feelings for you (but he had to think about them carefully). So he was the first to confess, even though his words were brief.

₊⊹ The USSR only offered to meet in a secluded place, after which he confessed his love for you. Knowing his character, it was clearly not a joke, and, of course, you reciprocated his feelings. He was really happy, judging by his slight smile.

"The thing is, I wanted to say that I really like you. Do you mind being my girlfriend/boyfriend?"

₊⊹ He's only happy to be touched, but he's not very happy with it when you're both still surrounded by some people (not counting his children.)

₊⊹ Sometimes you have quarrels, but they don't happen often, and he will never be able to raise his hand at you or yell at you in any way, but sometimes his harsh words can hurt, for which he then has to apologize when he calms down.

₊⊹ If you need support, he will try to say a few comforting words, as he is not very good at it. He can also give you some tips! As a last resort, he may try to give you some small gift... He really hopes that you will feel better after that! He doesn't like it when his partner looks sad, he likes your laughter and smile more.

₊⊹ In general, he is ready to do a lot for you. He is a loyal and devoted partner. He will try to do everything for you in a difficult moment. It is important to Him that you are happy.

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[saintmuses]

❝𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧❞

Pairing:

Lenny Miller x Reader

Summary:

She never got to marry, or bear children, or have a house with a white picket fence. She never got to grow old either. Even in death, she would never be able to escape from the man who loved her a little too much.

Warning(s): Death. Implied murder. Angst. Implied toxic relationship. Age gap (10 years apart between Reader and Lenny). Major power imbalance. Dark!Lenny. Minors, dni! Note: I was trying to make this something that you would read from a non-fiction crime book which includes many characters from Anna so it does not feel personal. Reader is a Russian American in this one. Also the switch between ‘Leonard’ and ‘Lenny’ is intentional. The title is from Mirrorball because I thought it was fitting of how it refers to the end of something, therefore the end of one’s life as they know it.

Word Count: 3.3k

1995

"It was something I would do, but I would've never expected her to do it. She and I were very different in that sense." Anna Poliatova, her best friend from childhood days murmured softly, her accent curled around the letters as she sat down in a chair for the interview regarding the crime documentary. She had eyes that were colored like the sky, and platinum hair, straight as spineless grass in the plains.

"1990 was something for her," she then laughed. "She met someone I never even knew about, but I found out in her diary of an early 1990 entry of a man named Leonard Miller."

April 16, 1990

Dear Diary,

When you meet someone, how would you picture meeting someone? One day, they would be a stranger to you, but they could be everything but a stranger tomorrow.

I didn't expect to meet Leonard Miller yesterday, but everyone knew of him. 

I mean he is an agent handler for Central Intelligence Agency, his reputation precedes him everywhere he goes in that workplace. What attracted me to him right away was how he eluded power and raw presence. He commanded attention as soon as he walked into the room. I had to talk to him because of my job; I’ve been assigned as a secretary for the director of CIA.

The day before, you would be doing something so mundane, right up to the moment, and that was when everything changed. I haven't felt this way in a long time, like a schoolgirl's crush on a man who is very handsome, but very off-limits. There’s a workplace code set in place for something like this. My brain had to remind myself that we cannot be more than just co-workers, no fraternizing around, but my heart didn't care.

I was never supposed to be that person.

Never.

Y/N.V.

Y/N Vasilisa—Love to those close to her due to the meaning of her last name—was born in New York in 1966 to her parents Arseni Vasiliy and Janet O’Conner.

Aurora, New York was a town where families would bloom while the others faded.

Arseni Vasiliy was born in Moscow, USSR, and migrated to America when he was nineteen and met a girl from a town over, then fell in love with her. They were married in 1964, two years before Y/N was born. "She kept him on his toes, and they made the marriage work. They had good years," his friend recalled, a brief appearance. "Really good years."

Janet, her mother was very protective of Y/N, perhaps because she was the baby, the only child of the family. They were close, close as best friends could've been.

The Vasiliys were the poster child of what family should really look like. It was a small family, but it was home.

Y/N met Anna Poliatovia in English class when she was a teenager. She came to America as a foreign exchange student from Soviet Union program. They were the duo that every girl was jealous of, and every guy wished they would've gotten together with.

Y/N Vasilisa was an honor student, had perfect grades all four years of high school, and became a valedictorian for her class.

Everything had changed a month before her graduation in 1984. Her parents died in a tragic car accident. Their slow but terrible deaths were caused by fire when a drunken driver of semi-truck crashed into them.

She moved to New York City after she graduated from high school, wanting to get away from the town that used to be so kind to her.

In a utopia world, no one would die. In the real world, parents weren’t supposed to bury their children. In a twisted sense, they made the natural order of death happen. Y/N had to bury them at eighteen.

She went to a community college while working for a company as a secretary during the week, and she would complete double shifts as a waitress at a restaurant on the weekends to be able to afford an apartment she lived in.

As Y/N struggled to make the ends meet, Leonard Miller was on his way to becoming an operative for CIA.

Leonard’s father was born in Europe in 1928, but his family moved to America specifically Hawaii in 1935, although it was not a part of fifty stars for another few decades. When his father was twenty-one, he met his wife at a shore, and they were married before finding a job as a constructor while his wife was a housewife and a mother of four children.

Elizabeth was the first and only daughter that was welcomed to the world in 1951, John was born two years later, then it was Leonard and Maxwell after that.

The family experienced a devastating loss when the patriarch of the family died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-three in February 1981, leaving his wife, children, and grand-children behind.

While the women of the family were soft-spoken, soft hearted; the men were stolid, hardworking, and they set their minds to succeed in America.

All men but one worked for a construction company that their father built with his partner. The company became Miller and Co. when it thrived in Pearl City, and the boys except one joined.

The third child of the family did not want to work for the construction company, opting to make a path for himself.

Leonard -Lenny for short- was born in 1956, the third child, but second boy in the family. He had dark brown hair, icy blue eyes so piercing that someone would feel like he was looking into their soul. He did almost everything first, he was not only an honor student, but he was also undeniably his parents' favorite son out of four children. He was hardworking and disciplined like his father, quiet and conservative like his mother.

John and Maxwell, his brothers were the opposite of it. They were the life of the party, the charmers who could work a room full of strangers and leave with a bunch of friends.

They were very much loved by their parents despite the differences in all of them.

To them, Leonard was the good brother. The one who could give dependable advice. To school, he was quite unattainable. Polite, friendly, only mingling when he had to, but he knew how to have fun as well.

When he was eighteen, he graduated from high school in 1974, and enlisted in military. It was there he was recruited to become an CIA operative thus moving to Washington DC to be close to Langley.

Despite being the second oldest brother, he did take over the proceedings of the patriarch after his father's death, but he refused to do anything with the construction company. His other brothers were there to run the business while he and his sister were there for their mother.

Before his father's death, he accepted a promotion to become CIA Agent Handler.

And he was thirty-four years old when he met Y/N Vasilisa.

"She was filled with life," Lenny said softly, fingers tracing the surface of the table in front of him as he stared down at the patterns, remembering the night he met her. "She was something else," he swallowed thickly before turning his head away, not without a hint of regret in his icy depths.

Y/N met the director of CIA when she moved to Washington DC after college, who recruited her to be his secretary in late 1989 and having the career that aligned the path of the position as CIA Operative Handler, it was inevitable.

"I remembered being there when they first met," Maud Lebereva, her friend and co-worker recalled. She had buzz cut brown hair and wide doe eyes, she also migrated to the states from Russia when she was a teenager. "He came in to have a meeting with the director about an upcoming mission in then-USSR, he had his eyes on her way before she noticed him. It would've been sweet if it was something else, but I saw something I knew wasn’t sweet." She murmured, shaking her head.

No one knew anything about them. They had started meeting at lunchtime, getting to know each other, it was harmless. Anyone who walked down the streets in the DC area would see them sitting outside in cafes, laughter could be heard from them, and they looked like they were friends, best of friends even.

They were friends for a few months until early summer of 1990 when the director of CIA had a gathering where every person must attend the function.

He had to walk her to her home that night, and that was when the dynamic changed for them. A soft kiss on her cheek, a pair of lips pressed against her skin slowly before withdrawing, and she had blushed viciously.

After that night, they weren't just friends. They were on their way to becoming lovers.

No one knew about them. They talked through phone calls that would be on the side tables, they emailed each other, and they would do anything discreetly.

He was still unobtainable, and she was still feeling guilty. Although, he had said he loved her in the summer of August at the Bahamas when he took her out for a vacation under the disguise of attending a seminar. Somehow, in her mind his declaration of love made everything seem alright.

It wasn't until late November when everything started to unravel around her. She met a very sweet man Alex Tchenkov through a friend and knowing there couldn't be any more than just an affair between Lenny and her, she went for it.

That was when she realized she had the idea of love wrong. Love wasn't about swearing an oath not to be seen, keeping the lines blurry between what was right and wrong, and it wasn't supposed to feel poisonous. It felt deadly, like a bitter taste of acid whenever she looked back to the months of her affair with Lenny.

Her friend, Anna was in Langley for Christmas, and Y/N took her out to a bar in Washington DC. Afterwards they sat on the concrete edge of Tidal Basin for a long time until the sun began to set over the capital, talking. The blonde woman gave Y/N an early Christmas gift, and she started to cry. 

 "She cried for a really long time," Anna said thoughtfully, nibbling on the side of her bottom lip. "I didn't know she was trapped in a wrecking affair at that time, but she was crying because she said she didn't deserve Alex," she remembered idly. "I was confused, but at that moment I knew there were so many things about her, many secrets that she hadn't told him, and she was really scared she would lose him if she was honest with him."

Eventually one person found out in February, it was Maud who had introduced her to Alex. She had sworn to keep it as a secret, and there were times when they would all meet for lunch.

"Despite my ill-feelings towards Leonard, he was a good person to people around him that I knew of. Figuring him out, and not being able to put a finger on why he gives me a bad vibe, that is where I can't stand him." Maud murmured; her eyes flickered briefly to the window. "I do remember one time I sympathized with him when it came to Y/N, it was a dinner at a really expensive restaurant, and he offered to pay." She laughed slightly, although it sounded uneasy.

The whole dinner affair was tense, it was to say with the understatement of the century. Y/N barely gave Leonard any time of the day, only cordially polite even it would make the worst of the worst dictators silently kneel to the ground.

At some point during the evening, Y/N excused herself to the ladies' room. When she was gone, Lenny had turned to Maud and asked why Y/N hated him.

"I was surprised when he asked me that," she paused, thinking back to that night. "He sounded desperate and sad, and it was that moment I felt bad for him.".

Maud tried to give him an excuse not knowing how to placate his emotional being, and she knew the sad pitiful look on Leonard’s face was caused by Y/N’s attempts to leave so she could be completely in a relationship with Alex. She did wonder if Leonard had any feelings for Y/N after all. If he did, it would be too bad.

"I mean I knew Y/N was irrecoverably in love with Alex, and I just felt bad for Leonard because he didn't stand a chance." Maud sighed, chuckling. The sound was not without a small amount of pity. "I just never knew how bad of a person he was to her. It's always the guys that can fool you easily, but not girls. However, she did fool me a bit." A grimace adorned on her face as she thought about it.

In the leading months, she and Alex got involved exclusively with fear gripping in the back of her mind that Lenny could ruin it all. Leaving her life into ashes if he ever exposed their affair to Alex.

"It was the one thing in her life she was most ashamed of," the brunette murmured, "but it wasn't her fault. I just wished she would understand that. However, he was a powerful man in Washington DC. He could easily ruin her life if he wanted to, and he did."

It was after midnight on July 5th, 1991, but there was a soft orange glow behind the curtains framing windows in the apartment. Silhouettes could be seen moving as six people roamed around the place restless. The fear had gripped them all after false-hope rationalizations failed to erase the tension Y/N had left them with.

Her other best friend had noticed something was wrong when Y/N didn't show up for dinner along with Maud.

"She didn't call to tell us she was running late, or anything really." Anna stated, her blue eyes glistening as she sniffed slightly. "I tried calling her several times, but it went straight to the voicemail." Her eyes flickered to the window as her lips turned down slightly. "I waited because she always called me back no matter what."

While they had waited for her, for the police, for some word, anything; they forced themselves to believe that she was okay, she had to be, the other option was something they didn't want to think about. 

Ever.

"I remembered going through her room, finding her journal, and I thought as I stared at the slim book 'God help me that I will break her private cocoon she'd set up for her mind, but if it was to help us find her then so be it'." Anna murmured; her eyes closed briefly before opening. "I remembered there was some sort of a letter stuffed in the last page she'd written."

You asked me a long time ago after we met, 'what do you want?' in a teasing manner with a soft twinkle in your pretty eyes. What I want...is for you to be happy. I love you.

"It wasn't signed, but it didn't really have to be it was obvious, and that was when I knew Y/N had been harboring a secret for a long time." She shrugged before sighing, looking away. Her blonde hair swayed slightly. "She was definitely not perfect, but she was the best of us. Despite the flaws we harbored in ourselves, she saw the best in them, and I can see why she would look past his overbearing flaws in the beginning to see the best in him even when she shouldn't. I can't really fault her for that, she tried, and she did until it wasn't enough for her." She then hesitated, "and whatever she wrote in her last entry...I knew he’d read it because I know Y/N, she would've just thrown away the letter after reading it, not put it in her private cocoon where it would ruin her peace. The letter he put in was more of some correspondence to her journal right before everything..." she then paused; her bottom lip trembled as a gasp escaped from her mouth resonating in her lungs as a light sheen glazed over her eyes.

June 29th, 1991

Dear Diary,

There were times I questioned myself, in the beginning I could see why I wanted to be with Lenny despite all the wrong things that I have seen.

Now more than a year has passed, and I'm suffocating. The leash I didn't notice wrapped around my neck on the day we met had been becoming shorter and shorter, chipping away its inches as his control became iron-clad over time.

I had once asked him when I met him, he was the guy who had it all, and he did, but to assuage my curiosity, I had asked him "what do you want?"

And it was that particular conversation that changed everything for me.

We were doomed, entirely and truly.

I can't say it wasn't love at first, for me it was, but it wasn't for him. I had only noticed after I fell out of it was when I realized we were doomed. He was an agent with a dangerous future, and I was at a different place in life.

Being with Alex had made me see things differently, it made me realize that Lenny Miller is not the man I or everyone else thought he was. He is a narcissist, a liar who manipulated everything around him including me. He was like a rose, sweet at first until I touched the thorns and that was when he became cruel. I fell in love with the idea of him and accepted the false flaws until it got to the point where it all became too much for me to bear.

He knew I wanted the chains off my heart especially after meeting Alex. Especially when I want to be free, I need to be free, but he won't let me go. I know he will never let me go, and I'm afraid of whatever that means.

It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't love despite him saying it was.

I have to get away from him before the suffocation drives me to the grave.

Y/N.V.

"I did love her. I loved her more than anything in this world, even when she didn’t love me anymore, but I suppose no one would understand." Lenny had emphasized slightly, almost bitterly. His blue eyes were steely glinted when the light from the sun hit their depths, before the mask of indifference fell into place. "The last time I saw her was when she didn't want me to be in her life anymore." He had murmured before looking out to somewhere in the room. He had said when the sun began to set, everything fell apart around them, "and that was that." He then shrugged as if it explained it all.

THE NEW YORK TIMES

Tuesday, July 21, 1992

A MISSING AMERICAN WOMAN'S BODY FOUND IN LOIRE RIVER IN FRANCE

(Photo taken at the graduation in 1984)

The body of a 26-year-old woman Y/N Vasilisa who was reported missing a year ago on the 5th of July had been found in the Loire River under the boat dock in Nantes with a bullet wound in her head.

Vasilisa’s death, according to Detective Chief Marcel Clairmont of the Nantes Prosecutor's Office, was caused by bruising around the neck which resembled strangulation before the victim was killed with a bullet wound in the forehead. The cause of death was accurate after the autopsy was completed by the Washington DC Coroner Vincent Delacour. The prime suspect for her disappearance prior to her death, former CIA agent Leonard Miller’s DNA was not found anywhere on her body, and the bullet did not match his gun serial numbers thus eliminating him from the list of suspects...[read page five for more information].

[rona-yoo]

Omg I just can't. I need to write something about dps. I'm literally struggling. I think I need to restart (or continue?) my 'x USSR!F!Reader' series. And it's gonna be Neil next. This movie killing me inside 😭

[cookie-polski]

Should I promote my Countryhumans story I published on Wattpad?

I've published a TR x USSR countryhumans Story on Wattpad and I'm thinking about promoting it here to gain more readers..

[dino-fart]

Hii! Can I make a request for Dmitry Sechenov (Atomic Heart) x fem!Reader where the reader is 25 years younger than the scientist. (It is desirable that the reader would also be a singer of the USSR.)

Dmitry had heard your voice before, he had seen posters of you before and he was obsessed. So when he heard you were singing at the local venue for a private audience, he made sure to be at the top of the list. He was now sitting at the table closest to the stage and was served a drink by one of the waitresses. The show began and you stepped out of the curtains in a golden sleeveless dress with a white feathered collar. Your hair was down in a braided bun and your lips were cherry red.

The scientist's eyes were trained on you, he watched your beautiful lips move as you sang. You noticed him staring and sauntered down the steps with the microphone in hand. His lips parted as he realized how close you were getting to him. Your smile was bright and beautiful but there was a hint of mischief on it. In a matter of seconds, you sat on his lap, sideways, and wrapped your arm around his shoulders to sing the final verse of the love song.

Dmitry almost moaned when you touched his cheek and gazed into his eyes. You got off of his lap as the song was done and bowed. Dmitry joined the clapping from the audience and watched your head back up the stage and disappeared. Dmitry decided to meet you in the dressing room.

He stood out there with a bouquet of roses in his hand that he had one of his assistants grab. The door opened and there you were, still in your gorgeous dress. "Good Evening, doctor." You said shyly.

Dmitry smiled at how sweet you sounded, "My apologies, milaya (darling), but after that performance, I had to see you." You blushed and stepped back from the door to allow him in. "For you." Dmitry handed you the roses.

"You are very sweet..." You smiled widely and walked over to your vanity desk.

Dmitry locked the door of your dressing room and made his way to you. You watched in the mirror as he gently put his hands on your shoulders. "I hope you don't mind this, milaya...I simply can not resist." He whispered in your ear.

You closed your eyes as you felt his lips brush against your neck. "But doctor-" You began to say but he squeezed your shoulder.

"Dmitry, for you, angel." He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

"Yes, ser (sir), I mean, Dmitry...I-I was going to say. Are you not worried about anyone coming in?" You said softly and softly gasped when his hands moved to your breasts.

"I locked the door, so we won't get interrupted. Milaya, I know this is extremely forward, but I've been fascinated by you for such a long time. I want to hear how lovely you sound when you scream in pleasure. But if you do not wish for this, then tell me now. I will leave." He cooed in your ear and pressed his hips against your ass.

"That's interesting...Because I was going to say I've been quite the fan of your work. I've dreamt of meeting you." You panted softly and rocked your ass against his hips.

Dmitry gently turned your head to look at him. "Truly, milaya? You're not just flattering me?"

"Yes." You brushed your nose against his. You then kissed his lips passionately and Dmitry groped your breasts.

He let out a growl and whispered in your ear, "Then take off that dress and sing for me."

Author's Note: I apologize if this isn't very accurate with the character. I haven't played the game and whatever info I could find about him on google wasn't detailed.

Tagging:@deepbatched, @vikingqueen28, @leonkennedyslefthand, @stewardofningishzida, @icytrickster17, @onlinecemetery, @marki-moo0, @absolute-not-original, @creamecafe, @scrubb, @nightingal3-tales, @alliethedaydreamer, @strangesthirdeye, @alexa-33, @zombiedixon89, @sunnsettee, @deliciousfestsalad, @kiaradaniell, @freyafriggafrey, @criticalroleobssedperson, @avengersfan25, @lunamoonbby, @androgynouspersonapricotfan, @foxcantswim, @namorkawaiiwife, @starkiller-queen, @kyuupidwrites, @luciamajer, @renatas10, @ayamenimthiriel, @gaiagurl05, @dipsylou, @pinkthick, @hansai, @andywinter16, @iambored24601, @3-cheese-tortellini, @cumbrbatchbenedict, @ironstrange1991, @aribas-stuff, @rianumochi, @vibaracal, @lostpirateinwonderland

[artmistersealy]

Ten People I'd Like to Get to Know Better!

Thank you to @thusspoketrish for the tag! Though I doubt there will be anything interesting in my responses lol

Last Song: Just In Case I Die by Vice Monroe. I cannot stop listening to it.

Favorite Colors: Dark blue and green.

Last Book: The last book I read was "I see you're interested in darkness" by a Ukrainian author Illarion Pavliuk. It is a horror, detective sorta story. Not bad!

Last Fic: Up front by feelingthorny, which is a Vash the Stampede x reader story - LOVED it.

Last Movie: The Death of Stalin, a satirical piece about the USSR after the death of Stalin.

Last TV Show: some Ukrainian deranged talkshow :D

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savory

Relationship Status: Married

Last Thing I Googled: Drawing references :D

AND looking for fics for this new anime that I am watching (HOW IS THERE STILL NONE???

Current Obsession: Astarion ���

Looking Forward To: DPR CONCERT IN POLAND WHICH I AM ATTENDING YEAAAAH BABY

Tagging (no pressure!!):

@amalikray, @tired-biscuit, @hanaverse-blog, @kk1smet, @yulicchi-x, @aevallare, @gotoemopunk, @cyberflamingo, @ao3-kintou, @kakushino ❤️

[fandom-freak-123]

This is going to be a series where I repost my writing from Quotev as there is a high chance of it being shut down soon and I don’t want to loose everything.

This series is a Hetalia/countryhumans fanfic series for male/masc readers.

I mainly do requests because I don't know what people want so feel free to ask. Before you ask please check if my page says Requests open or Requests closed.

Please don't ask if it says Requests closed just wait for another day.

Finished:

Highschool Sweethearts (Aph France X

Country Reader) (Part 1)

Autumn surprise (CH Canada x Reader)

The bestest Sleepover! (CH Child SK X Child Reader (platonic) )

Déjà vu (CH Teen Ukraine X Teen Reader)

Snowy sunsets (CH Russia X Reader)

To-do:

My Prince<3 (Ussr X Trans Male Reader)

Sickness Won't Stop Me! (CH America x

Sick Country Reader)

Highschool Sweethearts (Aph France X

Country Reader) (Part 2)

Unconditional Love (CH Romania X Shy Reader) (Fluff)

Snow Day (CH Belgium × Reader) (Fluff)

From heart to heart, to put a smile on your face, I bring this rose, for you my grace (Prince Aph England X Commoner Reader)

Actions are louder then thousands of words (CH China X Mute Reader)

Words could never describe it (CH Ireland x Mute Reader)

[alexdelray1]

Spider-Noir x Reader Part 2.

That was the first part.

Ordered by: RynnaZSurykatki.

-Damn Germany and the USSR have nothing to fucking shoot at. - I assessed the situation. It's 1940 and things are a bit old for us. Well, except.

-Don't worry. Because of me, they won't shoot each other for a long time. - Peter commented and kissed my collarbone. Okay, we started dating and we're engaged and it's even nice.

-You'll see, Stalin and Hitler will kill each other one day, or they will die some ironic death. - I said. I closed the newspaper and stood up.

-You know, maybe soon your lastname will be Parker .- replied Peter and lit a cigar.

-You should stop smoking. I don't want to bury you yet. - I said and took his cigar.

-You don't want me to look handsome?- he grumbled and I crossed my arms.

-For me, you look handsome even without pants.- I commented and put the cigar on the table. Someone knocked on the door.

-Who's that?- I asked without opening them.

-Polizei!- I widened my eyes. I quickly put a bag under the dress to make it look like a pregnant belly. Peter put the gun in his pocket just in case.

-Wie kann ich dir helfen? (How can I help?)- I asked.

-Sind Sie Emilia Meyer? (Are you Emilia Meyer?) - he answered the question with a question.

-Ja, ich bin es. (Yes, that's me.) - I replied.

-Und das ist Ihr Mann, Paul Meyer? (And this is your husband Paul Meyer?) - he asked about Peter.

-Ja, das ist mein Mann. Er ist stumm, also versuchen Sie nicht einmal, ihn etwas zu fragen. (Yes, he's my husband. He's mute, so don't even try to ask him anything.)- I said. Let these pigs eat lies.

-Ich hätte gerne Beweise. (I'd like some evidence.) - He stuck out his hand.

I took the evidence out of my pocket and gave it to him. Peter was prepared for the possibility that we might be discovered, so he stood behind me with his arm around me and one hand in his pocket.

-Du bist rein. Es ist gut zu wissen, dass es hier noch anständige Deutsche gibt. Wie werden Sie Ihre Tochter oder Ihren Sohn nennen? (You're clean. It's good to know that there are still decent Germans here. What are you going to name your daughter or son?) - he changed his tone to a pleasant one.

-Wenn die Tochter Hannah ist und wenn der Junge Adolf ist. (If the daughter then Hannah and if the boy then Adolf.) - I said with a fake smile.

-Nun, ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Abend. (I wish you a good evening.) - he said and walked away. I closed the door. The last thing I heard was that they were planning to go to the cinema today.

-Only pigs sit in the cinema. And putting on all this ballast is terrible. - I commented and took off the bag from under my dress.

-You know, if you let me finish in...maybe you won't have to wear it.- he joked and I laughed slightly.

-Dream, dream. My dreamer.- I said and went to the kitchen.

-Very nice of you.-Peter grumbled and followed me.

-I'm always nice. You just don't see it.- I said.

-Let me guess... just like colors?- he asked.

-Just like colors. By the way, I have something to do. - I replied and took a gun from one of the cabinets.

-Are you going to kill someone?- he asked me.

-I don't plan on it, but it might happen. You know I'm not in PLAN anymore. I have to take matters into my own hands. - I said and started heading towards the door.

-Just come back. I love you. - he said and I opened the door.

-I love you too, Peter.- I said and left.

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This blog is mostly dead, ngl, but I found my Fantasma post from three years ago was randomly deleted (?!?!?) so I’m making it again to the best of my ability because (1) that bugs me and (2) I like Fantasma. She’s really interesting, kind of bizarre, and more than a little tragic. Fantasma debuted in a 1989 issue of The Avengers, where she was referred to as Fantasia (which is how she’s listed on the Marvel wiki). However, in every appearance after her first, she is called Fantasma, so that’s the name that I use for her. She’s been a consistent member of Russian superhero teams---the People’s Protectorate, the Supreme Soviets, and the Winter Guard, which are basically all the same State-owned Russian squad but with different names that change with the times and occasional additions/changes to the lineup. Her powers seem mainly focused around mentally scanning and tapping into what she calls an individual’s “bio-field”. This allows her to read emotions, detect lies/truth, induce unconsciousness, block people’s sensory perceptions (effectively able to make herself or anyone else she wants be invisible to the target), and forge telepathic links. She forged one such link permanently with her teammate Red Guardian aka Josef Petkus (not to be confused with Tania Belinsky and others who also used the codename) the first time she touched him, though the reasons how and why are still unknown. She’s also very potent at casting illusions, such as when she used this to disguise the Soviet Supremes as the Avengers, and another time when she made foes believe that spiders were swarming all over them. She is described as a “witch” by many, often as an insult, and her powers are said to come from sorcery. It was indicated early on that the lovely face we see is not her true one, during a battle in which an enemy felled her, only to be shocked at her true appearance. However, we the reader did not see it ourselves, and no explanation for what could be so awful was ever given for years.

So, Fantasma is originally introduced as something of an antagonist. She’s not evil at all, she’s just on the superhero squad opposing our protagonists. The Soviet Super Soldiers (Darkstar, Vanguard, and Ursa Major) had grown so disillusioned with how the USSR had used and manipulated them that they attempted to defect to the US. The USSR responded by assembling a new crew of national superheroes, The Supreme Soviets, of which Fantasma was among, and then sending them after the Soviet Super Soldiers. The latter were nearly killed, rendered comatose, and returned to the USSR. They definitely had beef with the Supreme Soviets after, as you might imagine, but after the dissolution of the USSR they did all eventually come together as The Winter Guard to collectively serve and protect the Russian people. . .under the management of the Russian government. In the early 2000s, Darkstar was serving in the Paris branch of X-Corps. She was killed on a mission. The Russian government, not wanting to lose her valuable image, found a way to create replacement Darkstars by infusing genetically compatible women with her DNA, giving them her powers and appearance. Some of the members found this wrong, and it lead to a great rift on the Winter Guard. So great that many of the members, including Fantasma, quit the team. They had not been seen for a year since. . .until a tear in reality opened up in St. Petersburg, and who fell out but an unconscious Fantasma?!

Note that the blonde woman here is Darkstar, but not the Darkstar (Laynia Petrovna) who died and was, at this point, still dead. This Darkstar is Reena Stancioff, one of the aforementioned replacement Darkstars.

Fantasma says some pretty ominous things when she wakes up.

So. . .question is, what’s going on with her? Where’s the rest of the team that left with her? And what the hell was she doing in a trans-dimensional rift like that? We get our answer to at least one of these swiftly. The rest of the Winter Guard who had left–Vanguard, Starlight, and Powersurge—appear in the city streets through a similar portal. And they’re talking in a VERY hostile way, calling themselves The Protectorate (which I think is what they and Fantasma decided to go by when they split off originally?). In the next issue, they’re fighting the Russian military in the streets of St. Petersburg. Meanwhile, Reena and Galina (Crimson Dynamo) are slut-shaming the traumatized Fantasma behind her back. I don’t care if they did end up correct, I don’t like this. 

As for Fantasma, she doesn’t really remember her former comrades. Or much of anything, apparently.

Galina and Reena come in to report that the rest of the Protectorate came through with Fantasma. Cut back to the Protectorate, and their dialogue indicates that Fantasma, formerly one of them, is now their foe, and that she has “forces”, but we’re not told WHY she’s now their enemy or who her “forces” are, as thus far she’s been alone. But according to them “it’ll be up to us to save the world”

Anyway, their gambit to get the attention of the Winter Guard by fighting worked, and the latter show up. Naturally, rather than talking and explaining the situation, there has to be a superhero battle, which I’ll spare you. Back to Fantasma, she stayed behind at base since she’s still recovering from whatever it was she went through. She’s being given a tour of the base by a handler, Dimitri, who hopes it will restore her memory. For some reason, he sees fit to introduce her to one of the prisoners, Sergei Krylov aka The Presence. The Presence is the biological father of Vanguard and the original Darkstar, and a supervillain who wields nuclear radiation for various mad and disgusting deeds. His track record includes making Starlight, one of the aforementioned Russian heroines and member of the Protectorate, into his mind-controlled “lover” and attempting to do the same to Laynia…aka the original Darkstar…his DAUGHTER. And yes, he KNEW she was his daughter. Ick. And now it seems he has designs on Fantasma, thanking Dimitri for bringing him a new “playmate” and telling Fantasma she is “everything I hoped for” ick ick ICK. Fantasma freaks out upon being told this, but not in the way you’d think—she yells “I MUST SAVE THEM ALL!” and takes off running. Ok then. 

Dimitri follows her and she’s run all the way down to a part of the sub-basement I’m guessing no one knew about, because it’s filled with sinister-looking eggs. They’re big, purple-red, and creepy eyes can be seen through the membranes of some. Fantasma doesn’t think it’s creepy though, she says it’s “so much beauty” and “my destiny”. She explains that “As a foundling, I was always confused living in a human’s world. I never had a sense of belonging or understanding. But now. . .it has all been made clear to me.”

I’ll be honest with you guys, as an autistic person who grew up feeling fundamentally alien from those around me, I have a ton of feels about this and all the sympathy for Fantasma. But I’ll get into my feelings later. Right now I’m just relaying what happens. She kneels, caressing the eggs, continuing, “This citadel was our fertility center, a place were science and sorcery converged. These eggs were a precautionary measure. . .hidden from prying eyes. . .They have spent many months waiting to be fully birthed . .waiting for a surrogate mother to raise them.” Her hand is no longer human. Her entire left arm has transformed into a purple, clawed appendage as she speaks. The rest of her body turns purple, her face becoming ghastly, her eyes solid glowing green, “I am that mother. I am their salvation!”

She has completely transformed into a huge purple monster, unrecognizable as her former self, and the reality of what she—and these eggs—are is revealed, “THE DIRE WRAITHS WILL BE REBORN!”

Dimitri is shocked, uttering “All this time we served together. . .” but Fantasma is more concerned with the eggs, noting that they have not yet been fertilized. But she says, as she reaches out tentacles to her former comrade, “I know just how to remedy that.” Dimitri flees and shouts for the computer to alert the Winter Guard, to alert support staff, to open the armory. . .the computer says none of it can be done, and Fantasma says she’s already begun to “infect” the headquarters. So. . .can Dire Wraiths infect computers too? In any case, as she pursues Dimitri, she passes the Presence’s cell once more, and he speaks to her, telling her, “Let me show you what the universe has in store for us.”

Anyway the Winter Guard continue to fight it out with the Protectorate until FINALLY they actually TALK and explain it’s Fantasma they’re after and why that is. Basically they explain that the rift that they and Fantasma came out of is Limbo, and that there’s this powerful being named Immortus there who they sought out, asking him to use his abilities to manipulate the timestream to revive the original Darkstar. Since his realm was infected with Dire Wraiths, he asked that th Protectorate serve as his personal guard against these invasive monsters for a year. In the process, it was revealed that Fantasma, their longtime ally, was a Dire Wraith herself. How this was revealed, it’s never explained, it’s just “oh she was a Dire Wraith” and like. . .I really wanna know how that happened? It seems like Fantasma HERSELF didn’t know this, she said she believed herself to be a “foundling” so I don’t think she was consciously undercover, I think she really thought she was human and had no idea what she was til Limbo. And then. . .once she fell out of Limbo and back into this world, I guess she lost her memories all over again (girl, you gotta get that checked out, that sounds like an issue)

  Anyway, speaking of Limbo, she found a tear in time and space there, and came back to this world, so the Protectorate followed her to stop her from infecting this plane with Dire Wraiths as well. Looks like they were right to, since by the time they got back to base, it’s clearly SWARMING with. . .idk, flying Dire Wraiths? I guess she infected some pigeons or something? There are flying demonic-looking things all around it that I presume as Dire Wraiths but they don’t normally fly. . .but they are shapeshifters. . .well whatever, next (and final) issue! Outside the citadel, th Winter Guard are fighting their way past the flying Dire Wraith things. Inside. . .inside, Fantasma and the Presence are levitating with their bodies pressed together (ick) and the Presence complains of the Winter Guard’s breach as “What madness threatens the completion of our intimate congress?” (ICK ICK ICK)

Fantasma begins to hatch the eggs, apparently through telepathic command, saying “Never will our children be manipulated, forced to hide what they really are.” Again, I’ve got compassion for her here. She also says that “Like me, they will draw their power from the aether. But they owe all their loveliness and their very lives to you.”

So I guess she’s saying they’re Dire Wraiths like her, they’ll have magic powers like her, but I guess the Presence is somehow what made them come alive? Maybe he fertilized them (ICK) since she said earlier they weren’t fertilized yet? How does that work? Do I want to know? Or maybe she means they owe their lives to him somehow triggering her memory of them? It’s all very unclear and it never really gets explained. We do, at least, learn (sort of) how The Presence knew what Fantasma really was even when SHE did not, as he says that the building itself told him: “While in confinement, the citadel whispered its special secrets to me. But I knew I needed you to unlock the door. The grand design is well underway.” Does the Presence telepathically communicate with computers or something? That’s not part of his typical powerset, but in this storyline he also has “powers of awareness” that tell him that it’s the Winter Guard who is breaching the base, so idk. New powers as the plot demands! He’s radioactive so that can just explain anything! Comics logic! Also how Dire Wraiths breed is damned inconsistent too, like they can infect and convert a victim into a Dire Wraith but also lay eggs but apparently those eggs also need fertilizing and that can come from a non Dire Wraith (Dimitri, the Presence) but it’s not clear. . .how? IDK guys I’m lost and I’ve read this more than once, just go with it. Anyway, Fantasma sends her children to go attack the Winter Guard, but they fight their way through (though the current Red Guardian is decapitated) and reach Fantasma and the Presence. Fantasma is hanging off the Presence looking al sexy except for her head and one hand, which are both that of a Dire Wraith and it’s super freaky looking and also kind of funny. The Presence, in typical villain fashion, tells the Winter Guard how they’re going to release Dire Wraith egg spores into air, water, and soil, and “rewrite the Earth” because “after all, my children need  someplace to call home.”

This would be understandable for Fantasma but why on earth does The Presence want this? I understand he’s meant to be insane, but that’s not a good enough answer for me. Anyway, the Dire Wraiths continue to attack the Winter Guard. The present Darkstar is killed almost immediately via a Dire Wraith’s drill-tongue to the back of the head, which grotesquely emerges from her mouth on the other side. Nasty. She is, as a result, instantly infected and becomes a Dire Wraith herself. Now, remember, this is NOT Laynia, the original Darkstar, this is a woman named Reena who was essentially made into a duplicate of Laynia to be the new Darkstar. And while Darkstar’s brother Vanguard openly found this disgusting and a defilement of his sister’s body and memory, he’s still horrified at seeing her become a Dire Wraith because “She was all I had left of my Laynia!” to which his father, The Presence, comforts that “You can join her” and Fantasma, trying to infect Vanguard as well, says “We are willing to adopt” though she’s stopped by Starlight. Starlight, it should be noted, was formerly mentally enslaved by The Presence into being his longtime “lover” and accomplice, and during her time in Limbo became (consensual) lovers with Vanguard. That’s. . .a weird choice, but ok girl, as long as it’s what YOU want. Nothing wrong with Vanguard, just. . .I don’t think I’d choose my abuser’s estranged son as my next boyfriend. I know it’s not Vanguard’s fault and he had nothing to do with it, but it still seems weird to me. Anyway–

Galina aka the current Crimson Dynamo opens up another tear to Limbo using a….nuclear dimensional displacement device, I think it was called earlier? Fantasma does NOT like the look of this, yelling that she will not be sent back there. Galina, though, disagrees, as she grabs Fantasma and hucks her into the tear. Fantasma’s last words are “I will not face oblivion alone…” and she uses her tentacles to grab Starlight and drag her through the tear with her. But though Fantasma is gone, the other Dire Wraiths remain, including the one that was Darkstar. Now leading the others, she has the Winter Guard surrounded and encroaches on them. . .and then suddenly she turns into pretty Darkstar again and wipes out all the Dire Wraiths! And not just any pretty Darkstar—it’s Laynia! Reborn through. . .the power of Immortus, whom the Winter Guard made a deal with? Or something to do with the Darkstar gem that housed her psyche and DNA? Who knows! She’s back! Oh yeah, then Powersurge sacrifices his life to kill the Presence and the team just barely makes it out before the place blows up. Much like how many of the team (including, ironically, Fantasma herself) had left the Winter Guard over the death of the original Darkstar, Galina now leaves the team over the death of Reena and the resurrection of Laynia “inside the body of [a] brain-eating abomination, hiding in plain sight among us” which does raise the question of if there’s any Dire Wraith left in Laynia. A question that’s never really been answered, but thus far seems to be no. This wraps up Fantasma’s story for good (thus far). Will we see her again? Well, I don’t think so, but then again, who would have predicated when she debuted in 1989 that in 2010 she’d be revealed to have been a Dire Wraith all along? Comics are weird, characters will come back when you least expect it, often in ways you’d least expect, I’ve learned that multiple times over. So, now that you know Fantasma’s full tale, let’s talk about her. Dire Wraiths are supposedly innately evil (which is a problematic concept in itself but let’s just accept it FOR THE MOMENT) but she served as a superhero for. . .it’s hard to say how long in comic book time, but 20 years in publication time. And while the task she’s debuted with—retrieving the Soviet Super Soldiers against their will from the US—is hardly heroic, but we see in other adventures that she does do heroic stuff too, such as helping evacuate a town of civilians. Given that she didn’t have her memories of being a Dire Wraith at this point, we can’t say she was just doing this to disguise her true nature as an “evil” creature. And speaking of her “true” nature, we’ve seen examples that it might NOT be the case that Dire Wraiths are actually as innately and intrinsically always evil as is claimed. Two Dire Wraith males in canon  cast aside their evil ways and entire Dire Wraith identities to live as “human” men with the human women they loved, and another Dire Wraith who was sent to Earth to scout it for invasion purposes ended up admiring humanity instead, and turned against his own people to defend Earth. So it seems like upbringing can have an impact on them, and even those that grew up fully in Wraith society can turn around out of love for individual humans. Not exactly an altruistic reason, but still a step up.  And one of the Wraiths that married a human woman had a hybrid son, and while said son did end up being evil, that wasn’t until AFTER he was found by other Dire Wraiths who indoctrinated him into their ways. So he wasn’t just born evil. Also, while she may have been forced to be a superhero by the Soviet government (see my theory on her backstory which I get into in a bit) she demonstrated that she COULD leave, she left with the other members in disgust after Darkstar’s death. So she could have just fucked off from being a hero by choice, at least once the USSR dissolved, but she never did, not until the remains of her TEAMMATE were defiled by the government. That shows some very human emotion, and not evilness. It suggests she served as a hero because it was the right thing to do, and also had affection or respect for the original Darkstar. Let’s say she was innately evil though. Her story is still sympathetic. She’s an amnesiac “foundling” who believes herself to be human, but a human who is a shapechanger whose true form is a hideous monster. Like, all the angst Mystique is implied to have had about being blue in her true form before she got on the Mutant & Proud train? Imagine how it was for Fantasma. Like at least Mystique still looks like a HUMAN BEING. Fantasma must have felt like an absolute freak, and it’s no wonder to me that she crafted such a sexualized, over-idealized form for herself; she was pretty clearly hyper-compensating for the fact that to a human perspective she’s a grotesque abomination that NO ONE could even TELL was female. No one human, anyway, I’m sure Dire Wraiths know. Like, you guys, I’m a very cis woman, I very much want to be a cis woman, if my very female gender identity was in the body of a huge freaky monster with no gender indicators, of COURSE I would make myself be The Sexiest Most Feminine Beautiful Woman in a costume that makes sure you KNOW it.  Despite the costume though, Fantasma never had a sexy or flirtacious persona. As mentioned at the beginning of this biography, she was cool and aloof, not mean or cruel but not the easiest person to get to know or get along with. Kinda robotic-ish. And that makes a ton of sense, as does her saying how “I was always confused living in a human’s world. I never had a sense of belonging or understanding” when she finds the eggs. Because she’s literally an alien who thinks she’s human, and thus expects herself to have human emotions, to relate to other humans around her in a human way, etc. And she CAN’T. And not only does she expect it of herself, other humans around her, also thinking her human, surely expect it from her as well and react negatively when she fails to. Again, as someone who is autistic, this hits home HARD for me. I really don’t care HOW evil she is (and I don’t think she is, certainly not when she’s amnesiac) she’s relatable as hell to me. So, how the fuck did a Dire Wraith come to be on the Supreme Soviets team anyway? If she had her memories, the natural assumption would be that this was a deliberate longterm infiltration scheme. After all, the Dire Wraiths had infiltrated the USSR government before in an 1983 story. And actually, I think that’s how she got there, just it wasn’t a deliberate infiltration on her part. While all the Dire Wraiths at their base in the Dead Zone were apparently either killed or banished to Limbo in this story (Rom #46) I think it’s most likely that one was missed, and captured by the USSR government later, perhaps in a weakened state from the battle. Maybe she was amnesiac already from the fight somehow, or perhaps the Soviets mindwiped her. Either way, she lost her memory and knowledge of what she was, but still had the shapechanging and sorcery skills of her species. And they put that to use by making her “Fantasma” and feeding her a story about being a foundling and put her on a superhero team, not unlike how they told Darkstar and Vanguard that their parents had abandoned them when in reality the Soviet government had taken them away at birth for their own use due to their mutations. This is sad and fucked up no matter what Fantasma’s own morality is, she’s the victim here. It doesn’t matter who or what she is, or if she tried to help take over Earth, or what, this is wrong. It’s a thousand times more fucked up than if they’d just killed her. Also, during her pre-reveal days as a hero, it comes up that Fantasma is claustrophobic, and I have the WORST feeling that whatever the Soviet government did to her probably accounts for that.

And as for when Fantasma gets her memory back. . .ok, she more arguably is evil then, what with trying to infect the planet with Dire Wraiths that presumably will kill all humankind, certainly a great many. That is pretty bad. But from her perspective. . .why should she give a damn? Seriously, why should she care about a species that effectively ENSLAVED her, that either took advantage of her amnesia or even caused it for its own purposes? And the eggs were already there, leftover from the original Dire Wraith invasion, why should she not prioritize hatching them over the lives of humans? They’re the equivalent of CHILDREN to her, remember. And she’s never had family before, or others of her kind, at least not in a long long time. She’s probably always felt so lonely and weird, and now she understands WHY, and has a chance to live on a planet of people like HER, instead of a freak among people who used her. Is it right? No, I’m not arguing that. But I think it’s understandable for reasons beyond just “well she’s evil” She doesn’t seem to hold any love for her former teammates, I notice. But I also notice none of them have any for her either. They’re all after her ass without hesitation or apology, there’s no “I know you’re in their somewhere!” or “We’re your friends, try to remember!” type stuff here like you’d expect. They’re each just trying to murder each other. It really, REALLY makes me wonder how the reveal of her real species went down in Limbo. Did Fantasma still think of them as friends then? Was she conflicted? Or did she just jump immediately to wanting to infect and conquer the planet? And how did the Protectorate react? Did they give her a chance? Did they still see her as the same Fantasma until she acted otherwise? Did they try to coax her back to being their friend, to talk her out of giving in to her Dire Wraith ways? Or did they immediately see her as an enemy that had deliberately deceived them and must be removed without remorse? We never know. We never get to see how it happened at all, nor is any of it hinted. And that drives me NUTS because it would give SO MUCH additional context to this situation. I also have to wonder just how long this was intended as Fantasma’s background. Again, she’s introduced in 1989, and this story is in 2010. It’s pretty unlikely to me that this idea was just waiting in the wings this long til someone did something with it. On the other hand, there is that panel where that woman is shocked by whatever Fantasma’s true face is, so it seems like there was definitely intended to be SOMETHING up with her. My PERSONAL guess is that it’s probably like the Monet St Croix/M Twins/Penance scenario, where there was plans for one thing to be revealed, but then it got turned in to something else by the time another writer actually got there to do it. That’s just a total guess though, no evidence for it. Anyway, I feel bad for Fantasma, I feel like she was a much more tragic villain than she was actually portrayed as, and I feel super duper bad for Starlight too, who is likewise very tragic yet that tragedy is seldom paid attention to at all for what it is by writers. And now they’re both in LITERAL comic book Limbo (which. . .apparently this Limbo isn’t Magik’s Limbo, it’s a different Limbo? JFC CALL IT SOMETHING ELSE THEN) and who knows when they’ll ever be so much as mentioned again. But you can bet I’ll be here to yell about them!

[jarenka]

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(sorry for using your tags for that rant about translations, don't feel yourself obligated to answer or something like that)

I don't want to disappoint you, but there are many edits in English translation of The Three-Body problem. I assume you can learn more about them here (I don't have access to an article itself) and also here Ken Liu says that he updated some outdated info. I don't think it's bad itself if done in a tandem with an author, but original and the translation will feel different. The Chinese reader would say that The Three-Body Problem has a natural prose flow, sexist language and uses outdated info from 2006, the English reader would say that The Three-Body Problem has unusual prose (honestly, I don't know, my knowledge of English is not enough to make judgments about qualities of the prose), no sexist language and uses info from 2014.

For me this approach that it's ok to edit the content of the book but the reader should feel that they read a translated book feels very performative to me. Honestly my first thought after reading this post and various tags was "Yes, guys, only 3% of your book market is translated literature, so you want to feel really special while reading Exotic Foreign Literature". But also, what kind of "rhythm of another language" you all are taking about? It's not that I don't know any other languages other than my own (I write this in a foreign language), but there is no specific "rhythm of the X language", literature in any language is very diverse in rhythm and style. Do you feel like Dickens, Sara J. Maas and Hemingway have the same rhythm and cadence because they all write and English? Transporting the style of the prose into another language is a very tricky thing. Ironically, I know one Russian translation that spectacularly failed at it. The Catcher in The Rye was translated in English in USSR and unfortunately was censored, so in 2008 another translator attempted to translate it, and this translation was... controversial. Imo, it was just absolutely horrendous in its tone and style. It sounds like an attempt of a middle aged Russian dude who has never spoke with a teenager in their life to write from POV of the edgy teenager.

Yes, literary translation is a big can of worms, and every translator choses between different strategies of translation what book and for which audience they translate. And some things are untranslatable at all.

For example, regional dialects. For example, German and (British) English has super distinct regional dialects, so people in different cities in Germany and Britain speak very differently, people in different cities of Russia speaks almost identically with very minor quirks in some regions. There are more difference between Russian speakers in rural areas, but even of we use these differences German guy from Bavaria speaks like a guy from the village near Tver. Cockney dialect is absolutely untranslatable to Russian.

Same goes to some artistic effects. The beginning of the War and Peace novel is (in)famous for dialogues in French. They amplify for Russian readers how actually common for Russian aristocracy to speak in French. But when you translate it into French, what are you going to do with them?

(I mean yes, you won't translate it, but the artistic purpose of these paragraphs is lost in French translation)

The same with Russian translation of A Clockwork Orange. It has slang in Russian that is supposed to alienate the reader, but in Russian translation they are just Russian words written in Latin alphabet, and they are completely understandable for Russian readers.

Some jokes are untranslatable. Some set expressions might have significance for the plot/dialogue, so translator need to use a footnote to explain this nuance for the reader.

Anyway as someone who read majority of books and translation (which is normal for avid Russian-speaker reader) and specifically goes out their way to read mystery/thriller and literary fiction translated from different languages, I feel like linguistic aspects of foreign literature is just a miniscule point of my interest. Yes, I find out about Finnish slang word for lesbian, but overall it's more interesting to see what people in other countries are writing about. Of course my experience is severely skewed by the fact that book should be translated into Russian for me to read it, but they are still books that are written for an audience in another country and about things that are interesting and important for them. For example last year I've read three books by French writers of African decent, all with different plots but with similar themes of French colonialism and relationships between France and its (former) colonies. I just don't think that you would be ever able to read from this perspective if you don't read in French or you don't read books translated from French.

"The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements."

— Ken Liu, Translator’s Postface to The Three-Body Problem

[socialist-autist]

Wattpad and Ao3 countryhumans one-shot book

Includes:

Neko!Japan x gn!reader

UN x gn!reader

Spain x gn!reader

NATO x gn!reader

Poland x gn!reader

Serbia x gn!reader

USSR x gn!reader

Croatia x gn!reader

[rona-yoo]

Want to write headcanon about Dead Poets Society x USSR!Reader because I live in the post-Soviet area (territory or space, I don't know the exact name of it in English) and because I can’t stop thinking about it for three days now

[sug4r-sp1c3]

Countryhumans cuddle headcanons?? Idk who you do so you can choose but I have a soft spot for Russia, Germany, (soft with s/o)USSR and (once again soft with s/o)Third Reich(ik not many ppl do the last 2 so you can leave them out if you dont want to!)

/descends

THIS IS NO CUTE NGL

and my limit of characters is like 10? or more?

BUTMAN U CHOOSE MY 2 FAVORITE SHITS TO MAKE HC

...

💍?

Russia, Germany, USSR , Third reich Cuddling with his S/O (NON-POLY)

TW: fluff that break ur teeth

RUSSIA

probably you two just cuddle in the night 'cuz, well wOrK

but man, pat his back, give him a back rub, or just run your hands down his back and this man will NEVER let you go

he is the big spoon, no exceptions.

cuddling with you on his chest with a blanket in winter, you wearing his ushanka, while drinking hot chocolate and watching movies in Russian with subtitles?

BITCH THAT'S HEAVEN FOR THIS MAN.

He LOVES morning hugs, or short cuddling sessions before he leaves for his stupid job.

Probably after a while of being cuddle, he will fall asleep

but that only happens when u both are in the bed

sometimes he puts the heat on full blast so you guys can snuggle up on the couch with a warm blanket

never let him go, and he will never let you go (again)

BEAR HUG BEAR HUG BEAR HUG BEAR HUG BEAR HUG BEAR HUG BEAR HUG

Germany

again, FUCKING, work, so shortu cuddle sessions

BUT when he arrives home , he have a puppy face that says "Hg me i have a bad day"

and if you don't do that he will hug u to hard that breath will be hardest thing in history

"okay so i have a reunion with other countries, uhm a professional dinner, more work, work , work , work, oh! and a cuddling sessions!, k lets start"

doesn't like surprise hugs but after a seconds he will give u back the hug

but u almost give him a heart attack

not joking

LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOON

"DO YOU RRRRRRREEEEEEEEALLLLLLLLLY NEEED TO GO? I NEED TOOOO CUDDDLEEEEE"

Drama king when you need to go

USSR

more woooooooooooooork

but he loves cuddle sessions with u...

and his kids

he arrives home , and if he fins you just a quick kiss, and a bear hug

and then cuddle sessions before sleep

coffee and hugs in the morning yes yes

the hug start with you and him

and end with his like 4 kids , you and him

soft scary boy w big teeth

not too much to say :(

he is a simple old man

Third Reich

OH MAN OH BOY

U CAN'T BREATH WHEN HE HUGS U

but someimes is just a lazy hug

and thats a huge change from him

he just arrives home

hugs u for like uhm 20 minutes

and then let u go

just to come back and have a cuddling session

while he is talking about his shitty day at work

nothing special again

just a mean, tired, man

🐝🍒 Bee-Cherry /SUG4R-SP1C3/mod lol:

THE USSR AN THIRD REICH PARTS ARE SHORT 'CUZ ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I WATCH COMICS OF THEM OR MEMES OR STUFF LIKE THAT SORRY

[a-very-tired-jew]

We got a part 3! Why am I writing a part 3? Well, there has been a massive rule change to the Dropout channel that I have talked about before and in their new rules they have a section about anti-Zionism and antisemitism. It takes you to a document that has a points on antisemitism vs anti-Zionism, and a list of readings for you to "decolonize and de-Zionize" yourself with. Within the antisemitism vs anti-Zionism it states Malcolm X fought antisemitism while fighting for Palestinian rights, when in reality Malcolm spoke at neo-nazi rallies, believed in the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, trivialized the Holocaust, and called Jewish people evil. Regardless of his role in the Civil Rights movement, Malcolm X was an antisemite and a member of the Nation of Islam, whose leader to this day expresses antisemitic views. I also went through a bunch of the listed articles and found that a good portion are written by tankies providing an ahistorical account of Jews in the USSR. These tankies are Jews themselves, but the tankie ideology supersedes their ethnic identity apparently and nowhere in their articles do they mention the pogroms that were committed by the USSR and how it drove Leftist anti-Zionist Jews into becoming Zionists themselves due to the betrayal of their allies. They simply portray Jews as living peacefully within the Soviet countries and not experiencing any form of antisemitism. There is an almost idealist fantasy to the articles to try and convince the reader that antisemitism simply didn't exist in the USSR throughout, but when you go and search outside of what they state you find it's the opposite. In my own personal interactions with tankies I've found that this is always the case and the denial is strong. Other writings that they list are from JVP, JVP members, or associated groups/persons. We don't have to go over the issues with JVP do we? Lastly, a good majority of stuff is from pre 10/7, often many years ago, and relies upon Jews being able to safely discuss their personal issues with Zionism in online public spaces and their ability to criticize Israel. The document uses these moments to bolster its point that anti-Zionism and antisemitism are not the same thing. Personally, I view this as using something like the Talmud against the Jewish people. We often debate and discuss amongst ourselves the various ideologies we associate with, and to have goys use these discussions against us is disingenuous. But hey, they found the token Jews that agree with their POV in the channel and that's what matters right?

We have to talk about Leftist Antisemitism

One of the things I have been grappling with since Oct 7th is the rise of antisemitism in Leftist spaces. Often we find ourselves falling into the same old position of blaming the Right for these issues. However, over the past few decades minority voices have pointed out that the Left has issues with bigotry in its own way. For myself, and likely many other Jews, growing up in Leftist spaces I heard antisemitic jokes and lines all the time. However, they were never the overt hate fueled rhetoric I would hear from the Right. Conspiracies were relegated to "The Rothschilds control the world" rather than "The Jews control the world." Regardless of how you feel about the rich, the Rothschilds are a dog whistle for Jews. Hell, my own family members would say this same line because the majority of us are on the Left. So obviously we take a position regarding the ultra rich. However, this Rothschilds line isn't the only dog whistle. Often there were jokes at your expense from outside your in-group. Common refrains that *insert Jewish dog whistle* couldn't be trusted due to *insert conspiracy coded in Leftist language*. That's the issue... The antisemitism on the Left is coded in a language that makes it more subtle than overt rightwing antisemitism. But how did we get here? It definitely predates Oct 7th. We can partly lay blame at this at the feet of something that feels like an old and tired trope at this point: Russia. In particular, the good ole USSR. You see, dear reader, regardless of how you describe your sociopolitical and economics leanings, and regardless of whether or not you reject USSR style Communism, their style and impact still influence you and the rest of the world. As Leftists we often stand opposed to many aspects of Western capitalist ideals, which in turn exposes us to many of the anti-Western writings, philosophies, beliefs, etc... The issue is that the USSR has a very sordid history with antisemitism. Some of you may be saying "but wait! There were Jewish Bolsheviks! Stalin even supported Israel!", don't you worry. We'll get there. While there may have been Jewish Bolsheviks and members of the party post revolution, it does not change the policies and actions that preceded and followed. Robert Weinberg, Dara Horn, David Nirenberg, and other historians have all written extensively at some point or another about this very issue. I highly recommend Dara Horn's latest piece for the Atlantic "Why The Most Educated People in America Fall for Antisemitic Lies". She briefly covers this topic. If you can't access it, well here we go. Zionism as a concept had already been around for a few decades by the time the Communist Revolution occurred, having been solidified by the Dreyfuss Affair in the late 1800s. Zionism is/was also considered Jewish nationalism. While a Jew could be a Russian Jew, German Jew, or any other "nation" Jew, they were still considered an other and thus they could never truly be a nationalist for that country. Only for Israel/Zion. As such, Jews in the USSR were not trusted as it was argued they could not be truly devoted to the Party. Jews were then labeled as Zionists. Zionism was considered anti-Communist, and racist due to the Party purposefully putting out that the "chosen people" line meant that Jews were supremacists and believed themselves to be better than others (The chosen people line actually refers to us choosing to adhere to certain laws). As such, Zionist activities were shut down as they were an act of treason and betrayal. This means that synagogues, shuls, business, and more were shut down as a means to disrupt the "Jewish conspirators". It did not matter that Jews were involved in the revolution, if you were Jewish you were an other and could not be trusted. pt 1.

[bonketh]

[USSR x reader drabble]

"i hate people."

[y/n] laughed quietly, rolling they're eyes. "oh please, it's just backed up trafic." they spoke, leaning back against they're seat.

russia made a noise in the back seat. "papa?" he asked after a couple moments of silence. the union grunted in response, staring forward.

"what's an alcoholic?" russia asked, looking up into the rearview mirror, meeting his father's eye.

soviet sighed. "son. do you see those four cars infront of us?" the union asked quietly, gesturing with his hand.

"an alcoholic would see eight." the union finished. [y/n] stayed quiet, staring infront of them.

".. but papa.. there's only.. two.. cars.. infront of us..-" russia spoke, pausing inbetween.

soviet choked on air, looking up from the steering wheel, and infront of the car.

[y/n] laughed quietly. "what did you drink this morning? hm?" they asked, raising a brow as they looked over at they're husband.

soviet stayed quiet, gulping as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. "yes.." he muttered quietly.

russia giggled. "that's not an answer papa!" he exclaimed, pulling his knees up to his chest, giggling more.

"let's have a talk when we get home, yes?" [y/n] whispered towards soviet, a menacing look on they're face.

"y-yes.. of course, l-love.." soviet said shakily, pursing his lips into a straight line, knowing he fucked up,

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pulled this from my wattpad ayy lmao- may start doin' that-