#nar-dos

[xiyade]

Nar-Dos “The missing person/ Անհետ կորածը” (1920)

my translation of this story in english part 1 

The young woman had just returned from a walk with her child and the nanny. She was changing her clothes to set the table before her husband and son would come home, when the maid came and told her there was a man waiting to see her.

“Who is it?” she asked intrigued.

“I don’t know.”

“And he wants so see me?”

“Yes.”

“Not my husband?”

“No, just you.”

“And?”

“I told him it’s dinner time and we don’t receive guests at this hour. He didn’t leave saying he had an urgent business.”

The young woman went up to the big windows facing the street, stood on her tiptoes and tried to look down through the glass, but she could only see the brim of a gray hat.

“Fine, bring him in, I’ll greet him,” she said to the maid.

The maid went out of the room.

The young woman once again buttoned up the brown silk blouse and approached the mirror. She powdered her slightly sweaty face and neck, fixed her hair and headed towards the living room.

As soon as she went in, she froze. At first she wanted to scream and run away controlled by a wild emotion, but then her surprise and interest were so big that she just stood still staring without blinking.

Across the main door, under the rays of sunshine coming from the big windows was the guest. He was a young man of around 30-35, tall, with a worn, sun-kissed face, in a soldier's gray long-coat, without shoulder straps, with a faded officer's hat stuck to his forehead like a navel. He had only one leg left. Under his long-coat only one leg was visible in a worn and dirty boot. He had a crutch under his arm to help him walk.  

As his right arm was holding the crutch, he used his left hand to take off his hat, nodded silently as a greeting and didn’t move from his spot as if scared the woman would react in any way: would scream, would run away, would call for help, since that much was visible from her face. He couldn’t expect anything else from the unusual and surprising reunion.

The young woman was frozen in her place overtaken with immeasurable surprise and interest. She couldn’t take her eyes away from those big deep black eyes. They were so familiar, so dear, so lovable in the recent past and only thanks to them she could recognize him.

“Aram,” she whispered half-terrified half-suspicious.

“Yes, it’s me, Flora,” he replied quietly.

He leaned forward and looked at her with all the love and longing he could master.

That voice… There was no hesitation; that was really him. The young woman’s surprise and interest suddenly turned into bone-chilling fear, the type only those who face an unescapable terror know. The reality of the situation hit her currently numb brain like lightning and shook her to her very core. For a moment her vision blackened, her heart started to pound and she felt dizzy. She would have fallen down if she hadn’t sat down on the chair next to her.

The visitor, hopping with his one foot and rattling his wooden stick on the floor, hurried up to her and called out in fright.

“Flora…”

The young woman, who had turned pale, closed her eyes, lowered her head on her knees and put her arms around her head as if protecting herself from an expected blow.  

But the guest ever so gently took one of those well-kept, white, smooth, adorned with gold rings hands in his left hand, brought it closer to his lips and said in a soothing, affectionate voice:

“Don’t be scared, Flora. It isn’t revenge that brought me to you, but longing, which has tortured me for so long in my distant solitude. I completely understand you and fully support your decision. The dead don’t come back, but if they could by some miracle, I presume they would evoke as much fear as the amount of tears spilled for them. Raise your head, let me look into your eyes. I came all the way here to see you, didn’t I? To see you and… you and my son.”

His voice was shaking and his eyes were full of tears.

#I'm back babyyyyy #so once again it's barely edited so if you see any glaring mistakes ignore them or tell me to fix it #tbh didn't know he lived long enough to be around ww1 #i always imagine nar-dos as a 19th century writer #which he is but you get my drift #this story is a few pages so i might need 5 parts for it too #read nar-dos kids #he respects women and hates violence what a man #nar-dos #nar-dos the missing person #armenian literature #armenian story #ww1

[l-ii-zz]

@spacegoathours Hello 🧍‍♂️

I’m super, SUPER late, but it’s ur birthday and I wanted to draw these two so badly for you so uuhhhh hope you like it 🧍‍♂️💛

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎁 love u 💛💛💛💛

#he’s showing embarrassing photos of bebe Zim #like the good and proud father he is #and Callie is so cute I tried to do justice to her design 🥺 #best oc x canon ship ever and u won’t change my mind >:( #spacegoathours #invader zim #callie #iz oc #lard nar #my art #2024 #liizz

[spacegoathours]

the servers liked this one so i’ll slap it here too because i’m always. thinking. about. calnr.

#oc: callie #irken oc #lard nar #calnr #mina arts #doodlie do’s

[defectzim]

A GO GO!

#rapr #invader zim #the almighty tallest #tallest red #tallest purple #lard nar #blood tw #flashing tw #ZIM ART #flipnote #OK NOW I CAN RAMBLE THATS ENOUGH TAGS TO WHERE PPL WONT SEE ME CRAZYTALKING IN THESE TAGS #THERE IS NO LORE HERE OR ANYTHING was just emo rapr if you will....tragic love story til death do they part if you will (WHICH I WILL!!!) #the tallests can get emo yaoified. they earned it also its funny. #but yeah no story here JUST. THINKSING ABOUT HOW THEYVE BEEN TOGETEHR THEYR WHOLE LIFETIME then they died together u kno how it is. #also if theres anything I PERHAPS MISSED TAGGING.. LEMME KNOW!! smiles at you all normal like in my normal corner.

[narschlob]

I can finally share with you all my contribution illustration to the Fallout Ghoul Zine!  I had a blast working with this group and the second volume is packed full of amazing creators, so please check it out! You can still grab a PDF over on the carrd or snag something physical while the extras sale is going on!  https://falloutghoulzine.carrd.co/

#fallout #ghoul #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #cowboys #ghouls #cowghouls #idk what do you tag around here these days #fallout ghoul zine #fallout ghoul zine vol 2 #narschlob #nars arts

[verm1c1de]

NOT matchies whatsoefur

#iz #invader zim #lard nar #zim #dadnar #my art #shitpost #if mew have suggestions on how to saturate his ass... do feel furee 2 share...

[vellichorom]

to the babygirl thierry truthers out there; this one's for you 💛

#uwu art #The Stanley Parable #The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe #TSP Narrator #we do a little animating #THIS WAS DONE FOR A SERVER STICKER / EMOJI THINGIE #everybody was making little dance emotes for their nars / stanleys & such & i was like. oh i should do that #' what dance should i animate him with ' “ carameldansen ” so i was like Okay i guess i'll go fuck myself #TOOK ME ALL NIGHT BUT I'D SAY IT'S WORTH IT !!!!! #thank you indigo for helping me to make this transparent

[goldenhypen]

i couldn't take a better screenshot but i feel like you should see this 🤭

JAKE- GLASSES- FOREHEAD-

#PLS I SAW THE POSTS #IM NOT OKAY #we’re starting off the morning well 😌 #WHY DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD #I CANT I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE BYE #em answers #nar-nia <3 #♡

[erodedauthenticity]

IMPORTANT  HEADCANONS  TO  CONSIDER  !

can  they  use  chopsticks     /    Not even in the slightest. Ahkmenrah brandishes chopsticks with a closed fist, much to the chagrin (or bewilderment) of fellow exhibits. The pharaoh is not often corrected in the usage of foreign materials and utensils. Leniency yields for the exhibits willing to try. Over time, he will adapt to new utensils, as he does with foreign languages and cultures.

what  do  they  do  when  they  can’t  sleep     /    Sleep is unnecessary for exhibits found in the museum, for that, it's easiest to describe what it's like when exhibits do sleep. While uncommon for Ahkmenrah to experience fatigue, he is still human. If it is imperative that he ‘rest’ prior to sunrise, he will opt to rest at the furthest corner of his exhibit closely guarded by Anubis.

what  would  they  impulse  buy  at  the  grocery  store     /    With quarters in hand, Ahkmenrah redefines the nature of an impulse buy. He is inherently drawn to what is blue or silver in color. Vibrancy attracts, and his fixation to modern ‘relics’ rivals that of a child. When outside, there is always something to be experienced for the first time. 

what  order  do  they  wash  things  in  the  shower     /    Ahkmenrah is not at all familiar with showers. In life, the pharaoh was far more accustomed to wash basins.   Ahkmenrah’s life ends each sunrise and he is restored each sunset. Showers are no longer a necessity for the exhibits. If there is a need to clean himself after spending hours outside of his ‘kingdom’, Ahkmenrah will fetch a damp trifold towel and wipe himself down. 

what’s  their  coffee  order     /  There is no greater joy in asking for ‘everything’! He can’t afford it. All the same, coffee isn’t particularly enjoyed, but he will drink it- depending on how enthusiastic someone is when showing him the beverage

what  sort  of  apps  would  they  have  on  their  smartphone     /    Following a lesson of how to operate the modern device, Ahkmenrah has downloaded every app available. He doesn’t know how to operate any of them, but they are aesthetically pleasing.

how  do  they  act  around  children     /   it was never asked of him to tend to children, and his disposition is unchanging when in the company of adults or children. He treats them as he would any subject of his kingdom. (this can be a good or bad thing, depending on the subjects in question.) He’s prone to discussing complicated terms or reflecting on something morbid.  

what  would  they  watch  on  tv  when  they’re  bored  and  nothing  they  really  like  is  on      /   Kardashians. There is only the Kardashians.  In truth, he is prone to watching anything, everything is entertaining to someone newly acquainted to the television.

#[] : ʜᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴇɢʏᴘᴛ {ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs} : [] #Night at the Museum #Ahkmenrah #natm rp #watch me SHRUG. Do I look like I know what I'm doing? Nar.

[seo-changbinnies]

countdown to binnie’s bday

↳ d-2: changbin x star wars

#stray kids #changbin #seochangbinet #createskz #bystay #staysource #jypartists #malegroupsnet #seo changbin #stray kids edits #stray kids changbin #skz #my.edits #changbinbday2023 #i have an unhealthy obsession with star wars so this was a v fun project for me!!! #was gonna do a shinee x bin edit but some of them were awful so maybe i'll try again next year #also if ur an absolute fucxing nerd like me and can read aurabesh . there's some fun lil tidbits! #had to give him a pink lightsaber but i can also see him with blue!!! #was torn between placing him on nar shadaa corellia or ord mantel but nar shadaa is my fav so ! #it's like a space las vegas what isn't there to love #also i handmade the lightsaber beam so ! v proud of myself it took forever to get just right

[xiyade]

Nar-Dos “The missing person/ Անհետ կորածը” (1920)

my translation of this story in english (part 4/END)

He swallowed down his sobs and lowered his head again to hide his tearful eyes from the woman.

“Oh, what a miserable situation this is!” sighed the woman in desperation mixed with pity.

“Yes, I understand it is hard for you too,” Aram straightened up on the chair and continued speaking after a moment, “But it’s of no consequence, I’ll go soon and you… Forgive me, I have to bite my lips to stop myself from saying something mean again. You are not to blame. I know who are to blame. They are sitting on their high thrones on piles of gold. They messed up the entire world to steal something from one another. They want to fill their endless greed with the misery and the blood of millions like me. They should be grabbed by their collars and held responsible! The fire in my soul is burning and my biggest misfortune is that I, as an individual, don’t even have the strength of a mosquito to bite them. This can’t continue. One day…  

He suddenly fell silent and listened carefully to the noises coming from the next room. That was the sound of a child. Then he heard the sound of light feet running. In that exact moment the door was opened loudly and a boy of around 7 or 8 ran into the room. His eyes were shining with some strange happiness and there was a paper in his hands.

“Mommy,” he shouted running towards the woman, “They handed us the test scores today. I didn’t have any 2s!”

Confused, Flora got up, automatically took the paper from her son's hand and looked at her ex-husband with a hesitant smile.

“This is… our Surik,” she said.

Aram tensed up in his seat. He was leaning forward and staring at his son, as if not wanting to believe that the three years old tiny child, who he left with his wife before the war, could grow up and flourish in span of a few years.

He was tall and tanned like his father. He had large dark eyes, but unlike his father, his was muscular and well built.

Surik was standing in front of a stranger in a long coat. He looked at the stranger with the indifference of a child who had nothing to do with the man.

His mother took him by his hand and made him stand closer to the man.

“Surik, dear, this is your father that went to the war. Do you remember I told you about him?”

“That father?” asked the boy without much interest in the matter.

“Yes, that father, not the new father,” said Aram with a certain strained tone and a crooked smile.

The woman bit her lips and blushed up to her ears.

“But weren’t you killed?” asked the boy this time staring into his estranged father’s eyes with a child’s curiosity.

“Who said I was killed, my child?”

“Mommy said so.”

“Your mommy got it all wrong. I was only wounded. See?”

Aram pulled back his coat and showed his amputated leg. The leg was cut off above the knee. His military yellow pants were also cut off and the mouth was sewn up like a bag.

Surik watched it attentively and then carefully lifted up the other side of his father’s coat to look at the healthy leg.

“So now you use this leg to walk?” he asked.

“No, I still use both.”

“How?” enquired the boy.

“Well, look, “ the father pointed at the crutches leaning against the wall, “I put one under my armpit and walk like I would with both legs.”

“You know, mister,” suddenly asked the boy,” I’ve seen other men on the street using these crutches to walk. Did they also fight in a war?”

“All of them. But, listen, dear, don’t call me a mister anymore. Don’t you know I’m your father?”

“Yes, my dear Surik,” added the mother, “From now on call him “father”. Understood?”

Surik, however, was standing silently and glancing between his mother and the one-legged stranger with the serious uncertainty of a child.

His father pulled him close by his hands.

“Haven’t you seen me before, my son?”

Surik thought for a while and shook his head.

“Look closely, my dear, maybe you’ll remember. You weren’t that small back then. You could talk and run and dance, you could even recite some poems and sing. I used to bring toys for you – a railroad, a car, a horse and many other things. I used to play like a horse, I used to put you on my shoulders and run around the house. You used to giggle at that. Then… I used to take to the barber with me, I used to buy red and blue kites for you, fruits, candies, chocolate. Don’t you remember anything?”

“No, I don’t remember,” answered the child again shaking his head negatively.

“Stupid boy, how can you not remember?” asked his mother.

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose!” yelled the child with such a silly look on his face that both of his parents burst laughing.

Up till now the father was trying not to do anything that would scare his son, but he couldn’t take it anymore, he picked him up with both hands and put him on this knee, hugged him closed and peppered kisses all over his head, cheeks, eyes, anywhere he could reach. It seemed like that burst of fatherly love and longing would be endless. They had been piling up in his heart for years.

The child was squirming uncomfortably in his father’s grip, turning his face left and right, throwing his head back to avoid the unwanted kisses.

“What are you doing? I don’t want… Mommy…” yelled the child.

But his father kept squeezing him tighter and kiss him like a madman. At last Surik, with the nimble contortions of his body, got out of his unpleasant embrace, ran away, and, red as a beet, began to straighten his clothes, at the same time directing silent and angry glances at his father.

The mother saw that look and fearing her child saying some mean things to his father, which he did sometimes when he was angered, she quickly came close and whispered something in his ear. She suddenly heard someone whimpering. She got goose bumps and looked back at her ex-husband.

Aram was leaning on his knees, a handkerchief pressed to his eyes, and his shoulders and back shook with convulsions of suppressed sobs.

At the same moment, a baby's cry was heard from the next room, and then a confident and smug man's voice. The man appeared to be talking to the babysitter.

"Oh, it's dad!" exclaimed Surik, and his face brightened in a second. "Give it back, mom, I'll take my scores and show it to him."

The mother, frightened, hinted at her son to keep quiet, but the child neither understood her nor paid attention to what she wanted to explain, took the paper from her hand and ran out.

At his son's joyous exclamation, Aram quickly straightened up, as if his torso, bent on his knees, was suddenly thrown up, and his eyes, which had dried up in an instant, remained fixed with a strange glow on the door behind which the child disappeared.

Then he turned his gaze, sharp and heavy as a spear, slowly on the young woman. He mechanically searched for the pocket of his coat, put back his handkerchief, picked up the hat that had fallen on the floor, took the crutches under his arm, and, jumping on one leg, turned to the door from which the maid had let him in.

“Are you going?” the woman asked timidly.

The disabled person didn’t say anything and went out.

The next day, on the bridge, under which the overflowing river was rushing the spring waters in its bosom, the people found a coat and crutches.

#nar-dos #nar-dos the missing person #armenian literature #armenian art #my translation

[accio-victuuri]

xiao zhan for nars behind the scenes 💋

#xiao zhan #accio victuuri gifs #accio victuuri edit #i wanted to make this set earlier but nars only uploaded 720p. lol. tf am i supposed to do with that??? #thankfully fan accounts posted it in 4k 😌😌😌

[defectzim]

MISC SKETCHBOOK IMAGES THAT ARE ALL GOING TO BLOW UP IN 5 MINTUES. THEY ARE ABOUT TO BLOW UP INTO A HUNDRED PIECES .

#invader zim #dad nar #dad lard nar #prisoner 777 #invader skoodge #scientist floog #safr #palindrome zim #2k zim #zim 2000 #zim 2002 #WHY ARE THERW SO MANY TAGS WHY DID I DO THSI TO MYSELF. #SORRY I NEVER POST MY ART THINGS ZIM DRAWS EVERYDAY ALL DAY ALL THE TIME BUT ITS ALWAYS JUST SKETCHES AND AM ALWAYS SO TIRED. #ZIM ART

[a-master-procrastinator]

This glitch looks like Valkorion possessed Jett and made her levitate like this to fuck around on Odessen.

#nevermind the fact that it's on nar shaddaa #i can imagine valkorion doing something like this to mess with outlander #jett: unwillingly starts flying #people on odessen: ah shit not this again. call lana #swtor #swtor gone wrong #or swtor gone right?

[verm1c1de]

when ur fluffye, both ur babies and ur not-dad will love mew so much more.

#look at my fluffguy. look at my smeetlumps. mew love them. mew know mew do #iz #invader zim #dib membrane #vampire dib #vplord dib #iz oc #shipkid #kingsley #dango #marron #manon #lard nar #my art #askblog nonsense #dibby #my ocs

[a-mongooose]

Something something favorite character something something scrimblo<3 Idk i wanted to draw lard nar holding a comically large gun. i think he likes comically large guns. was just supposed to be a sketch but it did not stay that way . :]

#tw eyestrain #invader zim #invader zim lard nar #invader zim fanart #i know he only made 2 cameos but i LOVE HIM LEAVE ME ALONE #Hes just a little guy idk what to tell you #space goat #<3 #my design for this guy is so incosistent but i do not CARE #quick question why do so many people hate this guy? or at least vilify him #? #genuine question i dont know why #canonically he was kicked off of his planet and is completely riddled with anxiety? #i think some people forget that the irkens are the bad guys lmao #but #i mean whatever floats ur boat tbh #i just want more good lard nar content #anywho #enjoy the arts! mwah #have an epic day or night :]