Ortak Slabfrom $2033% off

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Ortak Slab is a contemporary slab serif typeface designed for clarity, character, and versatility. Its carefully balanced letterforms combine modern geometric structure with subtle humanist details, resulting in a font that feels both confident and approachable. With clean strokes, open counters, and well-controlled spacing, Ortak Slab delivers excellent legibility across a wide range of sizes — from small interface text to large display headlines.

Built as a flexible type system, Ortak Slab includes multiple weights and matching italics that work seamlessly together. This makes it ideal for branding, editorial design, digital interfaces, packaging, and advertising. Designers can rely on its consistent rhythm and strong typographic color to create clear hierarchies and visually engaging layouts without sacrificing readability.

For studios, agencies, and brands looking for a dependable yet distinctive typeface, Ortak Slab offers a practical licensing investment. Its modern personality adapts easily to different visual identities while maintaining a professional tone. Whether used in print or on screen, Ortak Slab provides the typographic reliability and aesthetic quality that professionals need for long-term design systems.

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Classification

Slab Serif

Styles

14 styles

Language Support

Extended Latin

OpenType

Standard Ligatures, Small Capitals, Fractions…

Designer

Dušan Jelesijević

Yeah, I made this!

Released & Version

01 March 2026, v1.000

All Styles

Light

Light Italic

Regular

Regular Italic

Medium

Medium Italic

Semi Bold

Semi Bold Italic

Bold

Bold Italic

Extra Bold

Extra Bold Italic

Specimen

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LeadingL

TrackingT

Lord and Lady Berriedale

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LeadingL

TrackingT

The sun had set and left behind it a flood of molten gold.

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LeadingL

TrackingT

Mathematik feat Bahamadia

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LeadingL

TrackingT

That night Isma went to bed early, for she was tired, but she did not sleep till late.

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LeadingL

TrackingT

wooden place built in bungalow style

Paragraphs

She was golden, from the hair wound and braided so smoothly about her head, to the gold kid slippers on her small and fragile feet. Her dress, of some soft, glistening, silky stuff, was a deeper shade of the same gold, her soft, delicate skin seemed almost to be touched with a faint, powdery, golden dust. He failed to register, and never could recall, the color of her eyes. Perhaps, they were golden, too.

This completed, the agent hurries on, each day a constant round of contracts. A single item may bring its difficulties: suppose, in the year that has passed since his last visit, the usual show grounds has been cut up into building lots! He must find another, fully five hundred feet square, fairly level, rentable at a reasonable price, not too far from the center of town and easily reached by main trunk car lines. It isn't easy. But he does it.

Ben Holt was a poor boy, and at the time when he first gained his good name, he had never seen such a thing as a green field in the country. As to buttercups and daisies, they would have been looked upon quite as "treasures of silver and gold" by the little boy who had lived all his life in a London alley. This alley was so narrow, that the utmost he could see even of the blue sky of heaven was a small strip between the two rows of tall, dirty houses, which were so close together that a person living at one side of the alley could almost shake hands with his opposite neighbour from their respective windows.

I have data upon data upon data of new lands that are not far away. I hold out expectations and the materials of new hopes and new despairs and new triumphs and new tragedies. I hold out my hands to point to the sky—there is a hierarchy that utters me manacles, I think—there is a dominant force that pronounces prisons that have dogmas for walls for such thoughts. It binds its formulas around all attempting extensions.

It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. Being practically on the frontier--for the Borgo Pass leads from it into Bukovina--it has had a very stormy existence, and it certainly shows marks of it. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. At the very beginning of the seventeenth century it underwent a siege of three weeks and lost 13,000 people, the casualties of war proper being assisted by famine and disease.

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