#elinuts

[gaufres-et-chocolat]

Día Internacional del Beso

... un par de días después pero finjamos que es hoy

J'aurais dû dire un mot tendre et sympa Mais moi je t'ai juste dit rien du tout Puis doucement tu t'es collée à moi Et pour le reste ça n'appartient qu'à nous.

(*google translated: )

I should have said a tender and friendly word But I just told you nothing Then gently you stuck to me And for the rest, it's up to us.

Oldelaf - Les mains froides [x]

[oquard]

Secret Santa 2020 // “Kalach” - Parte I

@elinuts Eliiii, perdón por la tardanza /)w(\ creo que ya no es sorpresa pero igual como  tu secret santa quiero desearte todo lo mejor para este año, a pesar de los colegas que te sacan canas verdes en el trabajo. Mucha suerte y mucho ánimo con la especialización, felicidades por haber aprobado la preselección de momento, y por haberte podido mudar a un nuevo depa ;) son buenos comienzos para este año, que esperemos sea menos caótico que el anterior.

Sin más que añadir, escribí algo que no estaba precisamente en tu lista pero espero que te guste uvu tiene que ver con nuestros misfits pero quise que Yef fuera el eje central, tu niño merece todo el amor en todos los universos.

No prometo fechas para próximas entregas, pero al menos quise que esta primera parte, además de servir como introducción, fuera autoconclusiva para no dejarte en ascuas x) Está todo conectado, por supuesto, pero sirven de manera independiente también. Ahora sí, con todo mi cariño y con especial emoción porque a estos personajes les tengo un lugar especial en mi corazón, tu regalo que parece que llegó por correos de M��xico (?) Enjoy <3

***Edit: Tumblr se puso roñoso con el "seguir leyendo" y al menos en escritorio creo que no lo corta xDU así que la continuación queda en este otro post para que no quede tan largo aquí:

https://oquard.tumblr.com/post/643570466377875456/secret-santa-2020-kalach-parte-i

[manueldelmar]

Este sabado de 16 a 21 voy a estar en @bigba_cafe ☕💚 compartiendo feria con un monton de amigxs! Tocan las @lalalas___ 👑💄y Llevo libros por supuesto a precio de amigx. Las fotos del libro recibiendo sol y compartiendo casa con otros libros, es en Porec,un pequeño pueblo croata con una placita perfecta con pinos donde regularmente ibamos con @elinuts a fumar y ver caer el sol. Gracias @h3rmana x la invitacion a la feria y la incitacion a seguir moviendonos 💣 #rosario #bigbacafe #pichincha #porec #croatia #croacia #manudelmar #primerasimagenes #ilustracion #feria #libro #book #artbook #santafe (en Rosario, Santa Fe) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv2X0O0H8f8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ppwtw9omt5fd

[mori-tazul]

¡Sorpresa, @elinuts !

Este año tengo el honor de ser tu Secret Santa, así que con mucho cariño te regalo este detallito que espero te guste, yo disfruté mucho hacerlo ♥

Una de las cosas buenas que me dio el 2017 fue el poder contar contigo para tanto, los momentos de fangirleo, los de chisme, los de desahogo, los de apoyo, y eso lo agradezco enormemente, pues significa mucho para mí. Tienes un lugar muy especial en mi corazoncito, te deseo todo lo bueno que 2018 puede y debe otorgarte por ser la maravillosa persona que eres. ¡Felices fiestas y próspero año nuevo!

[confesiones-saintseiya]

Ganadores de la encuesta

Ya es oficial, las ganadoras del sorteo del Gaiden 1 de LC son: @elinuts de Colombia y @diana-tsuki-kuran de México. Nos hemos contactado ya con ellas vía correo electrónico y nos han respondido a la brevedad, ya nos estamos despidiendo de los tomos para enviarlos en esta semana. ;) Muchas Gracias a todos por su participación, esperamos traerles más cosas así en el futuro para que tengan oportunidad de ganar también.

[red-madness]

Tagged by @nunano​ ♡ I was forced (?), I insist I feel attacked lately by you (?????) XD                                                                        

Name: Alejandra  Nickname: Yami / Koto / Dear Star Sign: Virgo Height: 160cm (im smol) Favorite Colors: Black, red, silver & purple (sometimes blue) Current Time: 2:27am Average Hours of Sleep: eerrr normaly 4, sometimes like 10 hours lol Lucky Numbers: i dont have any.... Last Thing I Googled: something about a anime studio i didnt know (platinum vision) bc thery’re going to work with the new Saiyuuki season soo..yeah lol Words That Come to Mind: eat? Happy Places:  outside my home, hang out with my friend and my room (not happy but a calm place to be) Celebrity Crush: None Favorite Bands/Artists: right now i dont have anyone,  i think i listining a lot of Cinematis, Chills songs Last Movie I Watched: FFXV Kingsglaive, what can I say? i don't really watch a lot of movies Dream Trip: wanna meet my friend from other countrys! Like my Dear ♡ ♡ , mah waifu and kick her for keeping me waiting and of course Moonie! and i will bully her everyday!(?)

Tagging: @ess999, @perplexedcam, @dreary-sky, @elinuts  feel free to do it or not~                                                                                        

[motherboundsecretsanta]

for elinuts

elinuts

The thick film of smoke that had seemed to rise from all the holes in the cavern was slowly –but gradually – clearing, broadening Chrome’s view of the underground passage and everything that surrounded him. He continued to walk, drawing closer to some unknown, unseen destination, but knowing all the same that he must regardless of what he might find up ahead.

When, with quite a bit of alarm, but no real surprise, he glimpsed a familiar silhouette turn in the direction of his footsteps, Chrome’s own body made him halt.

Immediately, here was a flash of lightning, which blinded him for a couple of seconds, while all of his companions were struck, wounded into a state of unconsciousness. They collapsed on the floor without even uttering a cry.

Before he even saw them fall, however, Chrome saw the lightning.

Lightning, which he best recalled from his first years of life, when it had come to his village on the wings of a storm, with its friend thunder, but thunder hadn’t scared him as much as lightning.

When Chrome woke up in the middle of the night to realize lightning was brewing in the sky, his face would fill with fright and he would fall back into his bed, covering himself with all the sheets he could reach and fearing the brightness of the electricity that streamed in through the windows.

He was too afraid to wake his parents, but his brother had seen him once, as he lay shaking on the mattress with tightly shut eyes and the beginning of tears forming in the corners.

Robin hadn’t felt any sympathy for him. He hadn’t been afraid of the lightning and he didn’t see why Chrome was so terrified of it. He found it ridiculous, laughable even.

When their mother finally awoke to comfort the younger brother, Robin had stared with such frigidness in his eyes that Chrome wouldn’t be quick to forget it. It was hard to tell sometimes if it had scared him more than the light of the storm.

“Humph. Why’s he being comforted? The storm can’t even do anything to him. What is he so scared of?”

Chrome gazed deep into the face of the Masked Mage, or at least what he could see of it.

Yes. Even now, it was the same –lightning sparking between them, electricity swarming all around, ready to strike at any moment, any amount of times, and he wasn’t in the least bit afraid of it.

The Masked Mage didn’t look like he was afraid of anything, actually. Not of lightning, or death.

Not of himself.

“Monster,” The two syllable word slipped out from the cracks between his gritted teeth, floating into the tense air between them like a cloud prepared to rain on a dry valley, enriching it once more with the beauty of life.

It was an unexpected moment of weakness in the Masked Mage’s otherwise flawless posture –his silence and his pose, so tall and with that sense of utmost superiority, except without arrogance, because he was simply a machine now and he hadn’t been instructed to doubt his own victory.

Chrome, too, was surprised. He took a step backwards, feeling guilty because that very word had crossed his mind when he had first approached, and realized that for the last three years he had been chasing a shadow that had never left him; that should have left him.

Could this grotesquely altered version of his once beloved brother read his mind and decided to say it aloud? Had he detected the impression that he emitted with his presence? Was he familiar with the term, familiar with hearing it spat through terrified and sometimes hateful mouths, at him for following the instructions that had been encrypted in his system?

Chrome’s body began to shake. He felt it in his chest first –a powerful shudder, like the tremors of the earth when it was upset, and then, soon, the rest of him, too.

He wanted to back away further, but a game of cat and mouse was useless –he’d be caught, confronted, and attacked, regardless of his any type of struggle.

The only choice he had –and he could see this in the Masked Mage’s expression as well, which was as cold and dreadful as the blankets of frost that grew over flowers in winter and cause them to wither– was to push in the opposite direction, to try and force his enemy to surrender, by whatever means necessary.

He thought “whatever means necessary”, but Chrome knew that, in reality, he didn’t have nearly as many options as it suggested. “Whatever means necessary” is what he had been told, countless times, in countless voices that carried innumerable emotions, about saving the world, and where did that bring him?

Here, in this dark, desolated cavern, deep underneath the waking world and the sun he so loved.

Here, where beasts powerful enough to destroy this entire planet slept waiting to be disturbed, an act that would culminate in nothing less than the annihilation of the earth –but whether there was still a horizon to gaze once it was over, and people to admire it, depended entirely on who was the one removing the final needle from the ground.

Chrome didn’t want to kill his brother to claim that honor.

He took a deep breath, and it wasn’t merely an act of instinct. He was thinking his movements through now, and his surroundings too. Whether it was the flicker of an eye, or a piece of rock that broke off from the neighboring chasms to fall endlessly into the void beneath it, he stood still, and listened.

He absorbed. He understood.

It was his gift to feel everything, a talent inherited partly by his psychic powers, and partly by the immense sensitivity that he extended towards others –both living and otherwise–, even the bad ones.

And Chrome’s greatest sense of all, was that of companionship.

Support, solidarity, encouragement, and trust.

He may have not been born with the greatest courage, but he had developed it slowly, over time; after all, he had feared many things in his life.

But his brother wasn’t one of them.

Not when he left for the edge of the world to never return; not now that he recalled nothing of him, sent to crush him before he could come close to touching the last needle.

Cruel irony bared its fangs in the secrecy of moonlight, where nothing but the thin, wavering bands of silver could illuminate what little wished to be revealed.

In the darkness, the greater picture remained obscured, the whys and hows and for what have I been fighting for since I set out from home and decided to stop at nothing until I had reached the bottom of this crisis?

Now, more than ever, there were questions that Chrome wished to ask. But there was no time, or means. Fate had finally detached its elusive petals, blooming like a flower by the sea that loved the sound of the unknown rushing through its leaves and the touch of the sand as it held it tightly.

Chrome longed for an embrace as pure as that, more than anything else. More than hearing his brother say his name again.

Such are children –drawn to those that hold and comfort them in hard times rather than those that roughen their edges so they can fend against the future storm.

But he was not alone, and the proof glared before him. The Masked Mage was the same, below his menacing robes and destructive abilities. He was a boy wrapped in the warmth of his mother, gone to sleep amongst that bliss that only innocence could have perceived so beautifully. He had never woken up from that dream, lying upon his mother’s lap while she rocked back and forth on a chair of wood, humming soft, soothing lullabies into his slumbering ears.

Chrome stared at the figure of his brother, and he saw him for what he was –he saw him for his flesh and blood and bone, and his wide, enigmatic eyes that had once swirled with eagerness and wonder and excitement. Those had been the eyes of a child that truly wished to sink his teeth into the world and devour every last bit of it, no matter where it took him or how harshly it tried to shake him.

Now, Chrome feared seeing those eyes again, and realizing exactly how deeply they had been transformed. But there was no avoiding it. The Masked Mage would have to lift his hood, whether by force or by choice, and Chrome would see, everything he had missed over the course of the last few years.

Everything that had started with a single time-traveling accident –everything that had bred from the pillars of fire that had spread through their old forest, and everything that had begun after the peaceful animals had been modified and turned vicious like humanity at its darkest times.

A dream, that’s what had started back then. It’s what Chrome’s brother was trapped in.

A dream where their mother was alive and safe, and back at home, never to leave or wander off into the woods ever again.

And Robin was with her forever and never feared seeing the end of that marvelous moment. It was ageless.

Perhaps, Chrome pondered, his brother had chased death’s tail with the very intention of joining it –perhaps, secretly, he had known that he stood no chance, and hadn’t deceived himself into believing otherwise. He had wished to catch the wonderful dream of their childhood before it was whisked away by the tragedy that was their mother’s death, before it was too faint for him to continue living in it.

If Robin had died that day, a lot of the suffering that now crushed Chrome’s soul would not be there. He would simply walk forward and pull that needle from its nest, lay to rest the tattered world so that a new one could blossom from the soil of ruins.

But that was a path he’d never know, because things were as they were for reasons, and though those reasons might seem strange and unfair, they remain, the reasons for which we are whom we are.

Chrome saw past the Masked Mage, past his brother, and past everything that stood between him and awakening the Fell Dragon. Chrome saw the needle, or rather the light emitted by it, and he thought of the past.

He thought of lightning, and how he had once feared it, and how humiliated he had felt when his brother hadn’t experienced the same, and instead looked down on him.

For a moment, Chrome let those bittersweet memories become blades of grass growing from the ground and leaves extending from a tree’s branches, and he walked into that forest, he tasted that air of melancholy and longing and regret, and love.

The Masked Mage’s right hand twitched, lit suddenly by a tiny sphere of light, and Chrome focused on him once more.

For some reason, he feared that the end of this battle would be decided by those same bolts of blinding lightning.

And his brother seemed unafraid of meeting their discharge.

[triunviratum]

Lune, 23 8D

23. “Eewww”

[red-madness]

No es tu culpa que no hayas ido a Cartagena aún. Esta ciudad es hediondamente costosa y llena de locales sobrevalorados mantenidos por turistas incautos :V Hasta a los que somos de aquí nos cuesta volver de visita familiar por el escandaloso precio de los pasajes.

Eso es lo malo al ser una ciudad turística todo es tan asquerosamente caro que no tiene arrimadero :c y creo que muchas ciudades son así…….mas ese bello iva que tenemos………..

Y que mal que hasta por eso no puedas hacer visita familiar! :c

[red-madness]

elinuts ha respondido a tu publicación:

¿"lala"?¿ Que es eso? xD

Si mal no recuerdo es una expresión chilena que mas o menos quiere decir como que da flojera XD Como conozco a muchos chilenos (via ff.net y juegos) se me terminan pegando sus expresiones y ya mi español es una extraña combinación de caleño con otras cosas XD

[red-madness]

elinuts ha respondido a tu publicación: Y la gente quejandose por la actualizacion de...

Es casi una tradición que la gente pierda su sanidad cada vez que modifican la interfaz. Como que “no me interesa saber que cambiaron, sólo me voy a quejar y decir que no encuentro el botón de log out”. Que fastidio.

Realmente es molesto ademas ni había pasado un día y ya estaban haciendo un buen drama por una pequeña actualización, ademas se sabia de antemano donde iban a ir todos los datos por que en la versión que paso el log out y configuración estaba en el icono de la persona.

Ademas siempre deben cambiar apariencia no se deben quedar atascados en un solo diseño por siempre :/ 

[motherboundsecretsanta]

Hi! I'm Eli (url: elinuts). I do not have a Starman account but I'm very eager to join the Secret Santa. I like to draw and read A LOT (my fav topics being historical novels, fantasy stories and historiography). I also love playing videogames, being Fire Emblem, Mother and Zelda my favorite ones. Mother 3 is my fav mother game and I'm really fond of Lucas and Claus relation as brothers and enemies. Lucas and Ninten are my fav charas btw :)