Indecisive Sans
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How to create an original Geometric Sans? Indecisive Sans takes on a more playful and approach than most Geometric Sans. Indecisive Sans isn’t based off of one source of inspiration, but merges elements from various Sans Serifs, such as Bernhard Gothic, Nobel Antieke and Spartan. Equally, Indecisive Sans comes with a set of alternate, swash characters derived from Old-Style italic Serifs from punchcutters like Granjon. This merger has resulted in a joyful and distinct Geometric Sans perfect for any setting. It comes in 20 styles, from Thin to Heavy, with slanted counterparts providing the user with plenty of versatility for any design.
Indecisive includes Latin extended, Greek and Cyrillic across all styles and alternates, Indecisive will have something for everyone. Its Heavier weights embrace Indecisive’s playful nature and allow for strokes to merge. Its lighter weights are more reserved and well equipped to tackle larger paragraphs of text. Indecisive has some stand out characters such as the /r and /w and swooping out-strokes on the /K and /R, allowing it to stand out without being overbearing.
From newspapers, magazines and posters to websites, animations and packaging, Indecisive Sans radiates a sense of fun, warmth and charisma that will enrich any design.
- Designed by
- Fred Wiltshire
- Released in
- 2024
- Export
- .OTF .WOFF .WOFF2 .TTF (Variable)
- Developed for
- Latin European, Cyrillic and Greek
Abenaki Afaan Oromo Afar Afrikaans Albanian Alsatian Amis Anuta Aragonese Aranese Aromanian Arrernte Arvanitic (Latin) Asturian Atayal Aymara Azerbaijani Bashkir (Latin)BasqueBelarusian (Latin) Bemba Bikol Bislama Bosnian Breton Cape Verdean Creole Catalan Cebuano Chamorro Chavacano Chichewa Chickasaw Cimbrian Cofán Cornish Corsican Creek Crimean Tatar (Latin) Croatian Cyr Czech Danish Dawan Delaware Dholuo Drehu Dutch English Esperanto Estonian Faroese Fijian Filipino Finnish Folkspraak French Frisian Friulian Gagauz (Latin)Galician Ganda Genoese German Gikuyu Gooniyandi Greenlandic (Kalaallisut) Guadeloupean Creole Gwich’in Haitian Creole Hän Hawaiian Hiligaynon Hopi Hotcąk (Latin)Hungarian Icelandic IdoIgbo Ilocano Indonesian Interglossa Interlingua IrishIstro-Romanian Italian Jamaican Javanese (Latin)Jèrriais Kaingang Kala Lagaw YaKapampangan (Latin)Kaqchikel Karakalpak (Latin)Karelian (Latin) Kashubian Kikongo Kinyarwanda Kiribati Kirundi Klingon Kurdish (Latin)LadinLatinLatino sine Flexione Latvian Lithuanian Lojban LombardLow Saxon Luxembourgish Maasai Makhuwa Malay Maltese Manx Māori Marquesan Megleno-Romanian Meriam Mir Mirandese Mohawk Moldovan Montagnais Montenegrin Murrinh-Patha Nagamese Creole Nahuatl Ndebele Neapolitan Ngiyambaa Niuean Noongar Norwegian Novial Occidental Occitan Old IcelandicOld Norse Onĕipŏt Oshiwambo Ossetian (Latin)Palauan Papiamento Piedmontese Polish Portuguese Potawatomi Q’eqchi’ Quechua Rarotongan Romanian Romansh Rotokas Sami (Inari Sami)Sami (Lule Sami)Sami (Northern Sami)Sami (Southern Sami)Samoan Sango Saramaccan Sardinian Scottish GaelicSerbian (Latin) SeriSeychellois Creole Shawnee Shona Sicilian SilesianSlovakSlovenian Slovio (Latin)Somali Sorbian (Lower Sorbian) Sorbian (Upper Sorbian) Sotho (Northern) Sotho (Southern) SpanishSrananSundanese (Latin) Swahili Swazi Swedish Tagalog Tahitian Tetum Tok Pisin Tokelauan Tongan Tshiluba Tsonga Tswana Tumbuka Turkish Turkmen (Latin)Tuvaluan Tzotzil Uzbek (Latin)Venetian Vepsian Volapük Võro Wallisian Walloon Waray-Waray Warlpiri Wayuu Welsh Wik-Mungkan Wiradjuri Wolof Xavante Xhosa Yapese Yindjibarndi Zapotec Zarma Zazaki Zulu Zuni
Indecisive Sans Variable
- Thin
- Thin Slant
- Extralight
- Extralight Slant
- Light
- Light Slant
- Book
- Book Slant
- Regular
- Regular Slant
- Medium
- Medium Slant
- Semibold
- Semibold Slant
- Bold
- Bold Slant
- Extrabold
- Extrabold Slant
- Heavy
- Heavy Slant
Joyful and Distinct Geometric Sans
Joyful and Distinct Geometric Sans
Joyful and Distinct Geometric Sans
Joyful and Distinct Geometric Sans
Indecisive Sans Variable:n1
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And Siegfried went again with the master and his fellows to the smoky smithy, to his roaring bellows and ringing anvil, and to his coarse fare, and rude, hard bed, and to a life of labor. And while all men praised Mimer and his knowing skill, and the fiery edge of the sunbeam blade, no one knew that it was the boy Siegfried who had wrought that piece of workmanship.
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“Rather strangely, as if cold iron had touched me,” faintly answered the upstart.
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But Mimer’s friends waited in breathless silence, hoping, and yet fearing. Only King Siegmund whispered to his queen, and said, “Knowledge is stronger than brute force. The smallest dwarf who has drunk from the well of the Knowing One may safely meet the stoutest giant in battle.”
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“Are you ready?” asked the smith.
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“Ready,” answered Amilias. “Strike!”
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But Mimer’s friends waited in breathless silence, hoping, and yet fearing. Only King Siegmund whispered to his queen, and said, “Knowledge is stronger than brute force. The smallest dwarf who has drunk from the well of the Knowing One may safely meet the stoutest giant in battle.”
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But Mimer’s friends waited in breathless silence, hoping, and yet fearing. Only King Siegmund whispered to his queen, and said, “Knowledge is stronger than brute force. The smallest dwarf who has drunk from the well of the Knowing One may safely meet the stoutest giant in battle.”
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When Mimer reached the top of the hill, Amilias folded his huge arms, and smiled again; for he felt that this contest was mere play for him, and that Mimer was already as good as beaten, and his thrall. The smith paused a moment to take breath, and as he stood by the side of his foe he looked to those below like a mere black speck close beside a steel-gray castle-tower.
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“Tell me, I pray, dear master, something about my own kin, my father’s fathers,—those mighty kings, who, I have heard said, were the bravest and best of men.”
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Oftentimes, when the day’s work was done, Siegfried sat with Mimer by the glowing light of the furnace-fire, and listened to the sweet tales which the master told of the deeds of the early days, when the world was young, and the dwarf-folk and the giants had a name and a place upon earth. And one night, as they thus sat, the master talked of Odin the All-Father, and of the gods who dwell with him in Asgard, and of the puny men-folk whom they protect and befriend, until his words grew full of bitterness, and his soul of a fierce longing for something he dared not name. And the lad’s heart was stirred with a strange uneasiness, and he said,—
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Mimer raised the beaming blade in the air, and for a moment the lightning seemed to play around his head. The muscles on his short, brawny arms, stood out like great ropes; and then Balmung, descending, cleft the air from right to left. The waiting lookers-on in the plain below thought to hear the noise of clashing steel; but they listened in vain, for no sound came to their ears, save a sharp hiss like that which red-hot iron gives when plunged into a tank of cold water. The huge Amilias sat unmoved, with his arms still folded upon his breast; but the smile had faded from his face.
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Then the smith seemed pleased again. And his eyes grew brighter, and lost their far-away look; and a smile played among the wrinkles of his swarthy face, as he told a tale of old King Volsung and of the deeds of the Volsung kings:—
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Amilias did so, and, lo! he fell in two halves; for the sword had cut sheer through the vaunted war-coat, and cleft in twain the great body incased within. Down tumbled the giant head and the still folded arms, and they rolled with thundering noise to the foot of the hill, and fell with a fearful splash into the deep waters of the river; and there, fathoms down, they may even now be seen, when the water is clear, lying like great gray rocks among the sand and gravel below. The rest of the body, with the armor which incased it, still sat upright in its place; and to this day travellers sailing down the river are shown on moonlit evenings the luckless armor of Amilias on the high hill-top. In the dim, uncertain light, one easily fancies it to be the ivy covered ruins of some old castle of feudal times.
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“How do you feel now?” asked Mimer in a half-mocking tone.
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“How do you feel now?” asked Mimer in a half-mocking tone.
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“Ready,” answered Amilias. “Strike!”
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“Rather strangely, as if cold iron had touched me,” faintly answered the upstart.
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“Rather strangely, as if cold iron had touched me,” faintly answered the upstart.
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Amilias did so, and, lo! he fell in two halves; for the sword had cut sheer through the vaunted war-coat, and cleft in twain the great body incased within. Down tumbled the giant head and the still folded arms, and they rolled with thundering noise to the foot of the hill, and fell with a fearful splash into the deep waters of the river; and there, fathoms down, they may even now be seen, when the water is clear, lying like great gray rocks among the sand and gravel below. The rest of the body, with the armor which incased it, still sat upright in its place; and to this day travellers sailing down the river are shown on moonlit evenings the luckless armor of Amilias on the high hill-top. In the dim, uncertain light, one easily fancies it to be the ivy covered ruins of some old castle of feudal times.
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Oftentimes, when the day’s work was done, Siegfried sat with Mimer by the glowing light of the furnace-fire, and listened to the sweet tales which the master told of the deeds of the early days, when the world was young, and the dwarf-folk and the giants had a name and a place upon earth. And one night, as they thus sat, the master talked of Odin the All-Father, and of the gods who dwell with him in Asgard, and of the puny men-folk whom they protect and befriend, until his words grew full of bitterness, and his soul of a fierce longing for something he dared not name. And the lad’s heart was stirred with a strange uneasiness, and he said,—
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