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46snowfox · 7 months ago

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Subaru Sakamaki Chaos Lineage Capítulo 07

[Capítulo 6]

Lugar: Mansión Violet, Pasillo

*choque de espadas*

Ayato: ¡Maldición! A este paso no acabaremos nunca.

Ayato: Es una pena que deba depender de esta cosa, pero si es para robar a Eva, entonces lo haré.

Subaru: ¿Qué va a usar…?

Subaru: ¡…! ¡Agáchate!

*explosión*

Yui: ¡Kya…! ¡¿Q-qué fue eso?!

Subaru: Una bomba. Maldita sea, ¡no puedo creer que tuviera ese as bajo su manga!

Subaru: No te quedes allí parada, ¡sal de aquí! ¡¡Antes de que lance otra bomba!!

Yui: ¡¿…?!

Yui: (¡Debo huir! ¡Pero mi cuerpo no responde…!)

Ayato: ¡Toma! ¡Aquí va otra, cómete esto!

Subaru: ¡Cuidado…!

*Subaru te cubre de la explosión*

Subaru: ¡Auch…!

Subaru: (Pude protegerla de la explosión, pero mi cuerpo…)

Yui: ¿Subaru-kun…? Perdóname Subaru-kun. ¡No me digas que me cubriste…!

Subaru: Mierda…

Yui: ¿Estás bien? ¡Estás muy herido…!

Ayato: …Tsk. ¿Aún no la palmas?

Subaru: ¡Ayato! ¡¿Acaso eres imbécil?! ¡¿Cómo se te ocurre atacar a Eva?!

Subaru: Si ella hubiera muerto, ngh…

Subaru: (¿Si ella muriera…?)

Yui: ¿Qué sucede Subaru-kun? ¿Estás bien? ¡Resiste…!

Subaru: (No, ¡eso jamás! Ella no puede morir.)

Subaru: —Ugh…

Yui: ¿Qué pasa? ¡¿Acaso te duelen tus heridas…?!

Subaru: …Ugh… N-no…

Subaru: (Ya que yo decidí que la amaría eternamente.)

Subaru: (Ella lo aceptó y entonces…)

Subaru: (¡Maldita sea! ¡¿Qué es este paisaje desconocido?! No debería resultarme familiar, pero me suena…)

Subaru: ¡Aah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

Yui: ¿Subaru-kun…?

Subaru: …Aah… Aah.

Subaru: …No eres Eva…

Subaru: Tu nombre no es… Eva…

Subaru: No es Eva, ¡¿verdad que no…?! ¡Yui…!

Yui: ¡…!

Subaru: Juro que a ti…

Subaru: …Solo a ti… te protegeré…

Yui: ¡¿Subaru-kun?!

Yui: Resiste Subaru-kun. ¡Por favor abre tus ojos…!

Subaru: …

Subaru: Je… No necesitas gritar tanto, puedo escucharte…

Subaru: Estoy aquí. Así que ya no llores…

Yui: ¡Sí, sí, estás aquí, Subaru-kun! Oye, antes me llamaste por mi nombre…

*explosión*

Yui: (¡¿Otra explosión?! Pero esta vez vino desde donde está Ayato-kun…)

Subaru: ¡Maldición! Estas pisadas… ¿Acaso los enemigos se han reunido?

Subaru: ¡Yo no puedo moverme, así que al menos tú debes alejarte de aquí…!

Yui: ¡No, no me pidas eso! ¡No puedo abandonarte…!

???: Así es, los necesitamos juntos.

Yui: (¡¿El enemigo ya llegó…?! Pero esa voz es de…)

Subaru: Kou…

Kou: ¡Bingo! ¡Acertaron! ¡Kou-kun ha venido a salvarlos!

Kou: ¿Estás bien, Subaru-kun?

Laito: ¿Eh? Subaru-kun está colapsado y cubierto de sangre, es una vista poco común.

Azusa: Lamento haber… tardado. Me alegro de haber llegado a tiempo… Pero están heridos…

Yui: Acabó así por protegerme del ataque de Ayatao-kun… Por cierto, ¡¿y Ayato-kun?!

Kou: Ah, Ayato-kun se desmayó tras recibir nuestra bomba… pero ya se levantó.

*sonido de escombros*

Ayato: ¡Mierda…! ¡No me jodan!

Laito: Wow, que resistente es.

Azusa: Laito y yo lo detendremos… Kou, llévate a Subaru…

Kou: Sí, entendido. Eva, ¿cuál es el estado de Subaru-kun?

Yui: Subaru-kun me protegió. Estaba consciente hasta hace unos minutos, pero parece que se desmayó…

Subaru: …

Kou: Ya veo… estas heridas pueden ser peligrosas hasta para él.

Yui: No puede ser…

Kou: Como sea, ¡escapemos mientras Azusa-kun y Laito-kun frenan a Ayato-kun!

Yui: ¡Pero Subaru-kun…!

Kou: ¡Tranquila, yo lo cargaré!

Kou: Si lo cargo como princesa… Subaru-kun se enojaría.

Kou: ¡Así que será a caballito para poder correr! ¿Puedes correr Eva?

Yui: ¡Sí! ¡Gracias, Kou-kun!

Monólogo:

“Los miembros de la familia Orange invadieron la mansión Violet—.

Para secuestrarme a mí, a [Eva].

Jamás olvidaré las siluetas de Subaru-kun y Ayato-kun. Esa no fue una riña entre hermanos, ambos atacaban al otro como si fueran desconocidos.

Gracias a que Kou-kun llegó a nuestro auxilio fuimos capaces de llevar a un inconsciente Subaru-kun hasta su habitación.

Tras eso, gracias a los esfuerzos de Carla-san, Laito-kun y Azusa-kun los Orange acabaron siendo expulsados.

La paz y tranquilidad ha regresado a la mansión Violet, sin embargo, desde aquel entonces que Subaru-kun se ha encontrado sumergido en un profundo sueño sin señales de que vaya a despertar.”

Lugar: Mansión Violet, habitación de Subaru

Yui: (Los chicos dijeron que no eran heridas mortales, pero Subaru-kun sigue sin despertar.)

Yui: (¿Qué haré si nunca vuelve a abrir sus ojos?)

Yui: (…Es mi culpa. Es porque lo retuve.)

Yui: (Si Subaru-kun no hubiera peleado mientras me protegía, estoy segura de que no habría acabado tan malherido.)

Yui: Perdóname Subaru-kun.

Yui: Todo esto es mi culpa, de verdad lo siento.

Yui: …Además, si hubiera intentado explicarle a los demás sobre nuestra situación actual.

Yui: Es probable que no hubieran tenido que pelear.

Yui: Lo siento, si hubiera sido más proactiva, si tan solo hubiera buscado una forma de regresar a casa…

Yui: La mano de Subaru-kun es tan grande… Esta es la mano que me protegió.

Yui: No solo desde que llegamos a este lugar, sino que desde mucho antes.

Subaru: …

Yui: (Su mano… ¡La mano que sostengo acaba de moverse un poco!)

Yui: Subaru-kun, ¿acaso puedes escucharme?

Yui: Oye, Subaru-kun…

Subaru: …Nn…

Subaru: Que ruidosa eres… No necesitas llamarme tantas veces, puedo escucharte.

Yui: ¡Subaru-kun! ¡Despertaste!

Yui: ¡Gracias a Dios…! ¡Me alegro de que hayas recuperado la conciencia!

Subaru: Rayos, no llores.

Subaru: Ya te lo dije antes, los vampiros no morirían por algo como esto.

Yui: ¿Antes…?

Yui: (No fue algo que me dijera en este lugar, ¿verdad?)

Yui: Ahora que recuerdo, cuando me cubriste, dijiste mi nombre, ¿no…?

Yui: En aquel momento estaba en estado de shock y pensé que fue mi imaginación.

Subaru: No fue tu imaginación, Yui.

Subaru: …Perdóname por haberte olvidado.

Yui: ¡Subaru-kun…!

Subaru: Parece que el resto no se ha dado cuenta de esta anomalía.

Subaru: Debes de haberte sentido desolada. Lamento haberte dejado sola.

Estaba muy nerviosa. ♟

No te disculpes. ♙

Estaba muy nerviosa:

Yui: Sí… Me comían los nervios al no saber qué pasaría.

Subaru: Me lo imagino. De verdad lo siento…

Yui: Pero ahora que has recobrado tus memorias al fin estoy tranquila.

Yui: Porque ya no tendré que pensar en esta situación yo sola.

Yui: Ya no estaré sola. Eso me basta para relajarme.

Yui: Además, ahora que has recuperado tus recuerdos… finalmente me vuelves a tratar como a tu novia y eso me hace muy feliz.

Subaru: …Yo también me siento satisfecho.

Subaru: Cuando mis recuerdos estaban alterados me sacaba de quicio que el resto fuera tras de ti.

No te disculpes:

Yui: Por favor no te disculpes, Subaru-kun.

Yui: No tengo ni la menor idea de por qué nos está pasando esto.

Yui: Pero sé que no has hecho nada malo, es más, me protegiste.

Subaru: …Pero si no me disculpo no me sentiré satisfecho.

Yui: Típico de ti.

Subaru: Me saca de quicio no haber podido estar a tu lado cuando estabas sufriendo.

Subaru: Estoy enfadado conmigo mismo por permitirme perder mis recuerdos.

Fin de las opciones

Yui: Ya no estaré sola. Eso me basta para relajarme.

Yui: Además, ahora que has recuperado tus recuerdos… finalmente me vuelves a tratar como a tu novia y eso me hace muy feliz.

Subaru: …Yo también me siento en paz.

Subaru: Cuando mis recuerdos estaban alterados me sacaba de quicio que el resto fuera tras de ti.

Subaru: Pero era normal, en algún lugar de mi ser recordaba que no querían que te apartaran de mí.

Subaru: Tú eres mía. ¿Verdad?

Yui: …Sí, así es.

Yui: Fufu… Siento que han pasado siglos desde que me abrazabas.

Yui: Estoy tan feliz que mi corazón no deja de latir.

Subaru: No digas eso… vas a seducirme y no me haré responsable de lo que haga.

Yui: Pues no lo hagas… En este momento quiero estar a tu lado. Estuve mucho tiempo sola.

Subaru: …Sí, tienes razón.

Yui: (Subaru-kun… me está abrazando con tantas fuerzas que siento que no podré respirar.)

Yui: (Es como si intentara compensar la soledad que pasé.)

Yui: (Estoy segura de que se siente arrepentido por pasar tanto tiempo sin recordar nada.)

Yui: (Ese es el amable Subaru-kun al que tanto amo.)

Subaru: Oye Yui.

Yui: ¿…Dime?

Subaru: Déjame succionar tu sangre. Te haré sentir un placer descomunal para compensar el tiempo que te dejé sola.

Subaru: Por eso, ¿puedo?

Yui: …Sí, puedes.

Yui: Yo también quiero que bebas mi sangre. Si lo haces es posible que tus heridas se curen más rápido.

Subaru: Sí, puede ser.

Subaru: Succionaré desde tu cuello. Hueles muy dulce, no podré contenerme… Nn.

Yui: …Aah.

Subaru: Nn… Nn, ngh…

Yui: (Está… succionando mi sangre…)

[Si tocas las flores:

Brazo de Subaru: ¿Tan bien se siente? Entonces sostente firme para no caerte.

Hombro de Yui: Yo también me siento genial. Puedo sentir tu goce y es irresistible.]

Yui: (Está succionando con una suavidad incomparable a la de las veces anteriores…)

Subaru: Aah… Je, ¿qué tal? ¿Cómo se sienten mis colmillos tras tanto tiempo? ¿Se siente bien?

Yui: Sí, se siente bien…

Subaru: Entonces sigue gozándolo. Apenas he empezado. Y tengo que compensarte un montón.

Subaru: Aah, nn… Nn…

Yui: ¡Aah…!

Yui: (Es intenso, pero sé que igualmente es cuidadoso conmigo.)

Yui: (Es como si chupara la soledad y ansiedad que he sentido hasta ahora junto con mi sangre.)

Yui: (¡Subaru-kun, Subaru-kun…!)

Yui: (¡De verdad me alegra que finalmente hayas regresado, Subaru-kun!)

[Capítulo 8]

[Masterpost]

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alaska0220 · 9 months ago

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novaursa · 8 months ago

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Echoes of a Promise

- Summary: When Prince Daemon Targaryen challenged Ser Gwayne Hightower during the tourney, that King Viserys I orginazed for birth of his heir, it was not just to humiliate and spite Otto. It was because of you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Gwayne Hightower (with one-sided Daemon Targaryen)

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is younger sister or Rhaenyra and is bonded with dragon Silverwing. These events take place years before Skyfall. For more parts and to read this in a chronological order check my blog. The list is pinned to the top. Or you can consider it to be part just for itself.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 4 614

- Tag(s): @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @sachaa-ff

The air is filled with the excitement and anticipation of the tournament, with the roar of the crowd echoing across the field. The day is bright, though the tension in the air hangs like a storm waiting to break. You sit in the royal box, your back straight as you watch the events unfold below. Beside you, your sister Rhaenyra leans forward, her gold and silver hair catching the sunlight, while Alicent, ever composed, keeps a more demure posture. Despite the noise around you, there's an undercurrent of unease, an undercurrent you can feel but cannot name.

You try to focus on the jousts, but your mind keeps drifting. Today is supposed to be a day of celebration, yet you cannot shake the feeling that something is amiss. It could be the knowledge that your mother, Queen Aemma, is in labor, or perhaps it's the weight of expectation that seems to press down on you from all sides. The youngest princess, soon to be the sister to an heir, the girl bonded to Silverwing, you feel the eyes of the realm upon you.

Your gaze shifts to Ser Gwayne Hightower, who sits on his horse at the end of the lists, resplendent in his armor. You can feel his eyes on you, and when you glance at him, he offers a small, shy smile. There's something earnest about him, something that makes your heart flutter just slightly. You return his smile, feeling a warmth spread through you despite the cool breeze.

Rhaenyra notices your exchange and leans closer, a teasing smile on her lips. "Ser Gwayne seems quite taken with you, sister."

You give her a playful nudge. "He is a noble knight. It would be unbecoming of him not to show favor to his princess."

Alicent, always the voice of reason, adds softly, "But it is clear my brother’s favor is more than just courtly manners. Perhaps you should acknowledge it."

You cast another glance at Gwayne, who has returned his attention to the field, but not before stealing one more look your way. There is a sincerity in his eyes that you find difficult to ignore. Your heart is conflicted, though you try to push the thoughts aside. After all, you are a princess of the realm, and such things are never simple.

But before you can ponder further, the crowd erupts into cheers and gasps. The herald's voice rings out, announcing the next joust. "Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, against Prince Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince."

The shift in atmosphere is palpable. You feel it immediately, the tension growing thick and heavy, like the humidity before a storm. Your heart skips a beat as you see Daemon enter the lists, his presence commanding, his dark violet eyes scanning the crowd before landing on you. He doesn't smile, but the look he gives you is intense, a mixture of challenge and something else you can't quite place.

"He’s chosen Ser Gwayne," Alicent whispers, her voice laced with concern for her brother.

"To spite Lord Otto, no doubt," Rhaenyra mutters, her brows furrowing.

But you know better. Daemon's choice is not just to slight his old nemesis, the Hand of the King. No, this is a message, one meant for you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize the implications. Daemon is many things—unpredictable, dangerous, and bold. He has never hidden his affection for you, though it is often veiled in the guise of familial care. But there’s always been more, something unspoken between you two, something that now rears its head in the most public of arenas.

As the joust begins, you watch with bated breath. The crowd roars as the two knights charge at each other, lances poised to strike. The clash is fierce, the sound of splintering wood echoing across the field. Gwayne holds his own against Daemon, and for a moment, you dare to hope. But Daemon is a seasoned warrior, and his determination today is fueled by more than just a desire to win.

They go for another round, and this time, Daemon’s lance strikes true. It shatters against Gwayne’s shield, the force of the blow unseating him. Gwayne crashes to the ground, the breath knocked out of him, and the crowd gasps. You instinctively rise from your seat, hands clutching the railing in front of you.

"Y/N," Rhaenyra says softly, reaching out to calm you, but you barely hear her.

Your eyes are locked on Gwayne as he struggles to rise, his pride wounded as much as his body. Daemon circles him like a predator, his horse prancing, as if waiting to see if Gwayne will stand again. When Gwayne finally manages to get to his feet, Daemon removes his helmet, letting his silver hair spill out, and then he dismounts.

He strides over to Gwayne, and the two exchange words you cannot hear from this distance. But you see the way Daemon’s eyes flick up to the royal box, to you, and then back to Gwayne. Whatever he says is enough to make Gwayne’s expression harden, though he does not retaliate. Gwayne simply bows his head slightly, acknowledging the defeat, and then steps back.

Daemon, satisfied, returns to his horse, but not before casting you another look. This time, there’s a smirk on his lips, one that makes your blood boil. He knows exactly what he’s done, and the worst part is that you do too. He’s made his statement, loud and clear, in front of all the lords and ladies of the realm. Daemon Targaryen does not intend to step aside, and anyone who seeks to win your favor will have to contend with him first.

As Daemon rides off, victorious, your eyes drift back to Gwayne. He stands tall, despite the defeat, and when he finally looks up at you, there is no shame in his expression. Only determination, and something else—hope, perhaps? A promise that he will not give up so easily.

You sink back into your seat, your heart a tangle of emotions. Rhaenyra gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, and Alicent offers you a small, understanding smile. But your mind is elsewhere, torn between the earnest affection of a young knight and the dangerous allure of a rogue prince.

As the dust settles from the tilt between Daemon and Gwayne, Otto Hightower watches with a deepening frown, his knuckles whitening as he grips the armrest of his chair. He had seen the intent in Daemon's eyes from the moment he chose Gwayne as his opponent. The tilt had been more than just a joust—it was a pointed act, an attempt to not only humiliate Otto but to endanger his son and, by extension, challenge Otto's influence in the court. Otto's gaze shifts from the field back to the royal box where you sit, and he notices the anxiety in your eyes as you watch Gwayne stand tall despite his defeat.

Otto's concern is not only for his son's welfare but also for the implications of Daemon's reckless actions. He can see how the prince's antics could destabilize everything he has worked for, and that thought is enough to push him into action. With a composed but determined stride, Otto makes his way to King Viserys, who sits at the center of the royal box, his expression a mixture of concern and detachment as he watches the aftermath of the joust.

"Your Grace," Otto begins, bowing slightly before taking his place at Viserys' side. His voice is calm, measured, but there’s an undercurrent of urgency in his tone. "I cannot help but express my concern over Prince Daemon’s conduct. Choosing my son as his opponent was not merely a matter of sport—it was a deliberate act of provocation."

Viserys sighs, his gaze still fixed on the field. "Daemon is... spirited," he replies, attempting to sound nonchalant, though there's a hint of weariness in his voice. "You know how he is, Otto. He has always had a flair for the dramatic."

"Spirited?" Otto repeats, unable to keep the sharpness out of his voice. "Your Grace, this was not mere dramatics. This was a calculated attempt to undermine the order of things. My son’s life was endangered, not out of competition, but out of spite."

Viserys finally turns to look at Otto, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You see threats where there are none, Lord Hightower. Daemon is my brother; he would not harm a fellow knight without reason. Gwayne is skilled, and I am sure Daemon respected that."

Otto suppresses a sigh, knowing that Viserys is, as always, reluctant to see the worst in his brother. "Your Grace, the prince's intentions were clear. He seeks to disrupt, to sow discord, and he has taken a particular interest in your youngest daughter, as you well know."

Viserys' expression hardens at the mention of you, but before he can respond, Otto seizes the opportunity to press his point. "I have proposed a match before, between Y/N and my son, Gwayne. He is a noble knight, honorable and devoted to the realm, and most importantly, he cares deeply for your daughter. Such a match would not only strengthen ties between our houses but also protect the princess from the whims of Prince Daemon."

Viserys shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearly not pleased with the direction of the conversation. "I am aware of your proposal, Otto, but I do not see the need to rush into any such arrangement. Y/N is still young, and I would not have her feel pressured into a marriage, especially one so clearly driven by political concerns.

"Your Grace," Otto insists, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone, "this is not just about politics. It is about ensuring the stability of your realm, the safety of your daughter. Daemon is unpredictable, and his interest in Y/N is far from innocent. A match with Gwayne would provide her with the protection of an honorable man, a knight who would be devoted to her above all else."

Viserys' face tightens with frustration. "Daemon is my brother, Otto. He may be reckless, but he is no danger to Y/N. And as for Gwayne, I have no doubt of his virtues, but I will not be pushed into making decisions about my daughter's future based on fear and speculation."

Otto opens his mouth to argue further, but at that moment, a servant approaches the king, bowing deeply before leaning in to speak quietly into his ear. Whatever the servant says causes Viserys' expression to change instantly, the frustration and weariness replaced by a deep concern, and something close to dread.

"Your Grace," the servant says, just loud enough for Otto to catch the words, "I bring word from the Maester. The Queen's labor... it is not progressing well. The Maester has requested your presence."

Viserys pales, his attention immediately drawn away from the tournament and all other matters. The color drains from his face as the weight of the situation dawns on him. He rises from his seat, barely acknowledging Otto’s presence now.

"Excuse me, Otto," Viserys says, his voice strained, "I must attend to the Queen."

Otto watches as Viserys departs, a feeling of unease settling over him. The king’s concerns about Aemma are legitimate, of course, but Otto cannot help but feel that the danger Daemon represents is just as pressing. Yet, with Viserys now preoccupied, there is little more Otto can do at this moment. He watches the king hurry away, his thoughts a storm of worry and calculation.

As he returns his gaze to the field, where the tournament continues with all its noise and pageantry, Otto’s mind races. He knows that Daemon’s influence over his brother and his growing interest in you are threats that cannot be ignored. And while Viserys may not see the urgency, Otto knows that he must find a way to protect both his son and the realm. But for now, with the shadow of the Queen’s labor hanging over them all, any further plans will have to wait.

Otto Hightower may be forced to wait, but he will not forget.

The gardens are quiet, bathed in the soft silver light of the moon. The air is cool, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers, yet you find no comfort in their fragrance. Your heart is heavy, weighed down by grief that seems too vast to bear. The funeral had been a somber affair, the pyres of your mother and brother burning brightly against the darkening sky, and now, even the flames have died, leaving only ashes and silence.

You wander through the gardens, seeking solitude, though the emptiness only magnifies your sorrow. The night is still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze, and your thoughts are consumed by the images of your mother, Queen Aemma, and your brother, Baelon, who had lived but a single day. The grief presses down on you, almost suffocating in its intensity. You find yourself sinking onto a stone bench beneath a large, ancient tree, its branches reaching out like arms meant to offer comfort, but even nature seems distant tonight.

You barely notice the sound of footsteps on the gravel path until they draw close. When you finally look up, you see Gwayne Hightower approaching, his expression one of deep concern and sorrow. His presence, though unexpected, stirs something within you—an odd mixture of relief and anxiety. He slows as he nears, his armor glinting softly in the moonlight, but there’s nothing imposing about him now. His eyes, warm and kind, are fixed on you, offering a silent question.

With a quiet nod, you dismiss the Kingsguard who stands at a respectful distance, signaling that you wish for privacy. The knight bows and steps away, leaving you alone with Gwayne in the tranquil, shadowed gardens.

"Princess," Gwayne says softly as he reaches you, his voice gentle, laced with the same sorrow that you feel. "I hoped to find you… I thought you might need someone."

You look up at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears, and for a moment, you struggle to find your voice. When you finally speak, your words are choked with emotion. "They’re gone, Gwayne. My mother… my brother…"

He kneels beside you, taking your hands in his. His touch is warm, grounding you in the here and now, even as your heart aches with the loss. "I am so sorry, Y/N," he murmurs, his thumbs gently brushing over your knuckles. "I cannot imagine the pain you’re feeling, but know that you do not have to bear it alone."

You blink, a tear escaping to trace down your cheek. "But I am alone, Gwayne. Everyone I love… they keep leaving me." Your voice breaks, and you lower your head, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Gwayne’s hands tighten around yours, firm but tender, and he shifts to sit beside you on the bench. "You are not alone, not truly. I am here, Y/N. I will always be here for you, if you’ll let me."

There’s something in his voice, a quiet determination that draws your gaze back to him. You see the sincerity in his eyes, the deep, unwavering care he holds for you, and in that moment, a small part of your grief seems to lift, if only slightly. The loneliness that had seemed so overwhelming before begins to recede, replaced by a warmth that spreads through you, a connection that you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately.

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you, holding you close. The silence between you is no longer heavy with sorrow but filled with something softer, more comforting. After a moment, Gwayne speaks again, his voice low and earnest. "I promise you, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are never alone. One day, I will marry you, and I will protect you, cherish you, for as long as I live."

His words catch you off guard, and you pull back slightly to look at him. "Marry me?" you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper. There’s a vulnerability in your tone, a hope you hadn’t dared to acknowledge until now.

"Yes," Gwayne says, his gaze never wavering. "I’ve cared for you for so long, and I know in my heart that you are the one I wish to spend my life with. I want to be by your side, to give you the happiness and security you deserve. I swear it."

Something inside you shifts, the despair you’ve been drowning in easing as you absorb the depth of his feelings. Without thinking, you reach up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. "You are too kind, Gwayne," you murmur, your voice trembling. "I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you."

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes briefly as if savoring the moment. "You deserve everything, Y/N," he says softly, opening his eyes to meet yours once more. "And I want to be the one to give it to you."

The sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, it’s all too much. You close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that is tentative at first, testing the waters of this new intimacy. Gwayne responds immediately, his kiss gentle but insistent, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for as long as he can remember.

The kiss deepens, the grief and sorrow you’ve been carrying melding into a need for comfort, for connection. Gwayne��s hands move to your waist, pulling you closer as the heat between you grows. The world outside of this moment seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other.

He pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice hushed, as if he fears breaking the spell between you.

In response, you nod, your heart racing. "Yes," you whisper, the word barely audible, but full of the longing and need that has been building within you. "I need you, Gwayne. Please."

With a tenderness that takes your breath away, Gwayne begins to undress you, his hands careful and reverent as if you are something precious, something to be cherished. You mirror his actions, your fingers working to remove his armor, his tunic, until there is nothing between you but the cool night air.

When he finally moves over you, his touch is gentle, mindful of your inexperience. There’s a brief moment of hesitation, of adjustment, as your bodies join, but the discomfort quickly gives way to something deeper, more profound. Gwayne pauses, his forehead resting against yours as he waits for you to relax, to adjust to the newness of this intimacy.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with concern.

You nod, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you pull him closer. "Yes, Gwayne… don’t stop," you murmur, your breath hitching as pleasure begins to build, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity.

He kisses you again, and as your bodies find a rhythm, the world narrows down to the sensation of his touch, the warmth of his skin against yours, the way he whispers your name like a prayer. The urgency between you grows, the need to escape the pain of the world in the solace of each other’s arms, until it all culminates in a rush of pleasure that leaves you both breathless.

In the aftermath, as you lie together in the cool grass, Gwayne holds you close, his hand gently stroking your hair. "I will marry you, Y/N," he whispers, his voice filled with a quiet, unshakable determination. "I swear it, on my honor as a knight. We will be together, always."

You smile softly against his chest, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat, by the warmth of his promise. "I believe you," you whisper back, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion finally begins to claim you.

But as the night deepens, as sleep takes hold, the cruel hand of fate begins to weave its own tapestry. Despite the promises made beneath the stars, despite the love you share in this stolen moment, you do not know that the future holds other plans, plans that will tear you from this place, from this man who has given you his heart.

For this promise of marriage, of a future together, will never come to be.

The days following the funeral passed in a haze of mourning, with the weight of loss still hanging heavily over the Red Keep. The atmosphere was somber, with everyone moving about with a quiet reverence, as though the very stones of the castle themselves had absorbed the grief of its inhabitants. Yet, amidst this solemnity, a tension was brewing, one that threatened to shatter the fragile peace.

Daemon Targaryen, ever restless and unpredictable, had spent those days watching, biding his time. He had seen the way Gwayne Hightower had looked at you during the funeral, the way his presence seemed to linger near yours. And while most would dismiss it as nothing more than the attentions of a knight to his princess, Daemon knew better. He could see through the thin veil of propriety to the emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

When he finally confronted Gwayne, it was in one of the shadowed courtyards of the Red Keep, a place where the light of day barely reached and where secrets were often exchanged in hushed tones. Gwayne was alone, having just finished sparring in the yard, his armor still gleaming with the sweat of exertion. He was unprepared for the sight of Daemon emerging from the shadows, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Ser Gwayne," Daemon called out, his voice deceptively casual. "You seem to have made yourself quite at home here in King's Landing. But then again, Hightowers always know how to make themselves comfortable, don’t they?"

Gwayne stiffened at the sound of Daemon’s voice, his hand instinctively moving to rest on the hilt of his sword. He turned to face the prince, his expression wary but resolute. "Prince Daemon," he greeted, his tone respectful but with an edge. "What brings you to this part of the Keep?"

Daemon strolled closer, his every movement calculated, as if he were a cat toying with a mouse. "I couldn’t help but notice your... persistent presence near my niece. After our last encounter at the lists, I thought you would have taken the hint to back off. But it seems Otto's son is either very brave or very foolish."

Gwayne’s jaw tightened, but he did not back down. "My intentions towards Princess Y/N are honorable, Prince Daemon. My feelings for her are genuine, and they have nothing to do with my father’s ambitions."

Daemon’s eyes narrowed, the amusement in them fading to something colder, more dangerous. "Is that so? I find it hard to believe that anything a Hightower does is not meticulously planned. You expect me to believe that your affections are purely coincidental, that they have nothing to do with your father’s desire to bind your house to the blood of dragons?"

Gwayne took a step forward, his hand still on his sword, but he made no move to draw it. "My feelings for the princess are my own, born out of respect and admiration, not out of any scheme. I care for her deeply, and I would never use her as a pawn in some political game."

"Respect and admiration," Daemon repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "How noble of you, Ser Gwayne. But tell me, what will you do when Viserys refuses to allow this match? When he sees your father’s hand behind it and denies your request? What then, noble knight?"

Gwayne’s resolve did not falter, though he could feel the weight of Daemon’s words pressing down on him. "If the king denies me, then so be it. But know this, Daemon—my feelings for Y/N will not change. I will still care for her, still protect her, with or without a marriage."

Daemon’s lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes were anything but amused. "You speak of protection, but what you fail to understand, Ser Gwayne, is that she doesn’t need protection from me. It is your interference that could bring her harm. Viserys may be blind to many things, but he is not blind to his brother’s intentions. You think you’re the better man, the safer choice, but you’re just as much a threat as any other suitor."

Gwayne’s grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles white, but he held his ground. "I would never harm her. And I will not be frightened away by your threats or your insinuations, Prince Daemon. If you truly care for her as you claim, you would understand that what matters most is her happiness. If I can give her that, then I will fight for it."

Daemon’s smile vanished, replaced by a hard, calculating look. "You think you can win against me, Ser Gwayne? You think your noble heart and chivalrous intentions will protect you from the realities of the court? You may have convinced yourself that your love is pure, but love in this world is rarely enough. Blood, power, and the will to seize it—that is what drives the fate of men."

The tension between them crackled in the air, a palpable thing that seemed to thrum with the promise of violence. Gwayne stared Daemon down, unflinching, his voice steady as he replied, "I may not have your power or your blood, Daemon, but I have something you don’t—a heart that beats for her, not for ambition. And that is something you will never understand."

For a moment, they stood in silence, two forces at an impasse, each unwilling to yield. Then, with a flicker of something akin to grudging respect in his eyes, Daemon broke the stare, stepping back. He let out a low, dark chuckle.

"Perhaps you’re right, Gwayne," he said, his tone lighter but still laced with danger. "Perhaps I don’t understand. But mark my words—the day will come when you’ll see that love alone is not enough. And when that day comes, I’ll be there, watching as your noble heart shatters."

With that, Daemon turned on his heel, his cloak billowing behind him as he walked away, leaving Gwayne standing in the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. Gwayne’s hand slowly relaxed from his sword, but the tension remained, coiled tight in his muscles, in his mind.

He watched Daemon disappear into the darkness, his thoughts racing. Daemon’s words had been like barbs, digging into him, and though he had stood his ground, the doubts had been planted. Gwayne knew that his path would not be easy, that the forces arrayed against him were formidable. But his resolve had not wavered. If anything, the confrontation had only strengthened his determination.

As Gwayne turned to leave the courtyard, his thoughts returned to you—to the promise he had made, to the love he felt for you that had nothing to do with his father’s ambitions or the politics of the realm. No matter what Daemon or anyone else said, he would not give up. He would fight for you, for your happiness, no matter the cost.

But as he walked away, the words Daemon had left him with echoed in his mind, a dark omen that he could not shake. The day will come when you’ll see that love alone is not enough. Yet still, he would fight. Because for you, he would endure anything.

#house of the dragon #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #daemon targaryen #silverwing #game of thrones #gwayne x y/n #gwayne x you #gwayne x reader #gwayne hightower #ser gwayne

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ROUND 1 SCHEDULE

Seeds 1-10 will receive a first round bye due to the bracket structure. These players are: Caligula Lotus, Kiki Familia, Tyreek Olive, Frasier Shmurmgle, Derrick Krueger, Tiana Cash, Sebastian Sunshine, Scrap Murphy, José Haley, and Matteo Prestige.

Division 1 - polling April 23rd

Bryanayah Chang vs. Juan Rangel Jenna Maldonado vs. Matheo Carpenter Hurley Pacheco vs. Sebastian Townsend Wesley Dudley vs. Jessi Wise Shaquille Torres vs. Blankenship Fischer

Division 2 - polling April 24th

Jorge Ito vs. Sam Solis Rhys Trombone vs. Hendricks Rangel Alexandria Dracaena vs. Sosa Elftower Tyler Violet vs. Trevino Merritt Forrest Bookbaby vs. Bennett Browning Zi Delacruz vs. Paul Barnes

Division 3 - polling April 25th

Kennedy Alstott vs. Miguel Javier Nora Perez vs. Stevenson Monstera Atlas Jonbois vs. Lars Mendoza Isaac Rubberman vs. Murray Pony Cedric Gonzalez vs. Natha Kath

Division 4 - polling April 26th

Eduardo Ingram vs. Ogden Mendoza Miki Santana vs. Dickerson Greatness Velasquez Meadows vs. Theodore Passon Miguel Wheeler vs. Aldon Anthony Richardson Turquoise vs. Fitzgerald Massey Famous O'Connor vs. Langley Wheeler

#blaseball

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sphinx-myth · 7 months ago

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hellenic holidays

Holidays are an important part of Hellenic religious life across all of the Mediterranean– whether Greek or Roman. For the sake of modernity, relevant Graeco-Roman holidays will be adapted to the contemporary Gregorian Calendar.

Ianouarios (Latin: Ianuarius, Eng: January)

Kalends (January), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, January 1: First day of the New Year, in honour of Janus. Large celebrations done, and charity is highly encouraged. Prayers to Lord Asklepios also recommended.

Phebrouarios (Latin: Februarius, Eng: February)

Kalends (February), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, February 1: First day of the month.

Parentalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, February 13 – February 21: Literally “Ancestors Days” or “Days of the Ancestors”, Parentalia is the February festival celebrating the deceased ancestors of the family and the pater familias. They are offered flowers, wine-soaked bread, violets salt, and wheat. Often they are providing a true sacrificial banquet, but these are di inferni, spirits of the underworld. They are those who dwell below, and proper care must be made in sacrificing to them.

Anthesteria, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, February 19 – February 21: Athenian festivals dedicated to Dionysos and the dead.

Lupercalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, February 15: Holiday intended to avert evil spirits and miasma, as well as spread purification; which releases health and fertility.

Lesser Eleusinian Mysteries, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, February 17-23 (Sign of capricorn): Serves as reminders of the Greater Mysteries, in honour of Deo and Kore.

Martios (Latin: Martius, Eng: March)

Kalends (March), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, March 1: First day of the month.

Navigium Isidis, Hellenistic-era Egyptian, Gregorian calendar, March 5-6: Festival in honour of Isis marks the opening of the sailing season.

Dionysia, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, March 9 – 16: Holiday dedicated to Bacchus.

Liberalia, Roman era, Gregorian Calendar, March 17: Another holiday dedicated to Bacchus.

Hilaria, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, March 15 – March 28: Numerous day celebration dedicated to the Mother of the Gods and Her lover Attis/Gallus.

Quinquatrus, Roman era, Gregorian Calendar, March 19: When the Temple of Athene on the Aventine Hill was consecrated. Feast day to Athene.

Aprillios (Latin: Aprilis, Eng: April)

Kalends (April), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, April 1: First day of the month. Dedicated to Aphrodite.

Genéteira tis Rómis (Natale de Roma), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, April 21: Day commemorating the founding of Rome by Quirinus, known as Romulus when embodied in a mortal form.

Serapia, Hellenistic-era Egyptian, Gregorian calendar, April 25: Day commemorating Serapis, the ruler of the underworld.

Maïos (Latin: Maius Eng: May)

Kalends (May), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, May 1: First day of the month.

Lemuria, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, May 9, 11 and 13: A trio of solemn days for the malevolent and restless dead, for maintaining their memory is as paramount as those of the benevolent ancestors. Sacrifices are offered as propitiation in order to keep the peace and avoid ill luck from these infernal spirits.

Thargelia, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, May 22 – May 23: Celebration in honour of Artemis and Apollo.

Iounios (Latin: Iunius, Eng: June)

Kalends (June), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, June 1: First day of the month.

Flight of Aineías, June 11: According to calculations by Eratosthenes, today is the day the city of Troy was sacked in 1184 BCE. The burning of Troy would be the end of the Trojan War, but simultaneously it would be the birth of a new beginning. Ultimately, Troy’s fall would give rise to the eternal city of Rome centuries later, as many of those who laid the city’s foundations had been descendant of the Trojan refugees led by the pious Prince Aineías who fled the destruction, such as Aineías’ descendant Romulus. Today is a day that feasts should be held to commemorate the flight of Aineías and the survival of our ancestors, but simultaneously a day of mourning for those innocent who perished, whether during the Trojan War or any war.

Prometheia, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, June 17th: Festival dedicated to Prometheus bestowing reason to mankind.

Vestalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, June 7th – 15th: Festival specifically in honor of the Goddess of the house, Vesta, and the spirits of the store chambers, cupboards, and the penates.

Death of Julian, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, June 28th: Mourning day marking the death of the divine Julian.

Ioulios (Latin: Iulius, Eng: July)

Kalends (July), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, July 1: First day of the month.

Panathenaia, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, July 17-24: https://sites.google.com/site/hellenionstemenos/Home/festivals/panathenaia-ta-mikra

Neptunalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, July 23: Held in honour of Poseidon. Plea for rain.

Augoustos (Latin: Augustus, Eng: August)

Kalends (August), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, August 1: First day of the month.

Sol Indiges, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, August 9: Minor holiday to King Helios where sacrifice is offered.

Vinalia Rustica, Gregorian calendar, August 19: A rustic harvest festival dedicated to Zeus and Aphrodite, celebrating the grape harvest, vegetable growth and fertility

Vulcanalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, August 23: A propitiatory sacrifice during the hot month of August to Hephaistos (Vulcan) in order to protect the home and livelihood from the ravages of fire. Traditional practices include sacrificing small fish into bonfires so that humans would not be harmed.

Septembrios (Latin: September, Eng: September)

Kalends (September), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, September 1: First day of the month. Ceremonies dedicated to Jupiter Tonans (“the Thunderer”) on the Capitolium, and Juno Regina on the Aventine.

Greater Eleusinian Mysteries, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, September 6-12 (Sign of cancer): In honour of Deo and Kore. Called great when the Goddess departs, (At least, the other equinox is in mythology the time of the kidnap of Kore, which is the descent of the souls.)

Apollo Campus Martius, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, September 23: Anniversary of the rededication of the Temple of Apollo in the Campus Martius; Leto is also honored

Oktôbrios (Latin: October, Eng: October)

Kalends (October), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, October 1: First day of the month. Dedicated to the deity Pistis (Fides in Latin).

Thesmophoria, Greek era, Gregorian calendar, October 2-4:

Khalkeia, ancient Hellenistic, Gregorian calendar, October 7:

Noembrios (Latin: November, Eng: November)

Kalends (November), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, November 1: First day of the month.

Feastday of Julian, Later Roman era, Gregorian calendar, November 8: Feast day dedicated to the coronation of Flavius Claudius Iulianus Augustus, the great reformer of Hellenism, as Caesar of the west.

Dekembrios (Latin: December, Eng: December)

Kalends (December), Roman era, Gregorian calendar, December 1: First day of the month. Dedicated to Poseidon and Pietas.

Saturnalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, December 17-23rd: Festivals that goes on for numerous days in celebration of the Winter Solstice with a particular focus on the golden age of Saturn.

Opalia, Roman era, Gregorian calendar, December 19: Festival in honour of Ops

Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, Later Roman era, Gregorian calendar, December 25th: Winter Solstice celebration dedicated to the birthday of God.

#source hellenicfaith #hellenic polytheism #hellenic #hellenic pagan #hellenic holidays #paganism #deity worship #roman deities #greek deities

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tetsu-posts-blog · 1 year ago

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Verán, la verdad es que les vengo a explicar la misma cosa que siempre les dicen sobre la madre de Luffy. Pero en mi caso, solo quiero añadir detalles que quizás no hayan notado pero mi esquizofrenia si lo notó.

Entonces, a este post lo llamaré...

✨ Lo que yo opino sobre la mencionada madre de Luffy ✨

Vengan acompánenme en esta aventura esquizofrénica si lo desean. Si no, solo ignoren, de todas formas One Piece es un anime que te enseña a ignorar lo que no te interesa.

Sin más preámbulo, empiezo. Primero vamos con esta viñeta que apareció en una hoja extra sobre la peli RED:

Esta imagen hizo suponer a algunas personas que esta puede ser la posible madre de Luffy. Yo pienso, que solo es una "pista" que nos deja Oda hacia la verdadera persona que es la madre de Luffy.

Verán, esta mujer tiene un enorme parecido a Scarlett (sí, la mujer del arco de Dressrosa).

Y con esto he llegado a imaginar que quizás, solo quizás, la familia de Rebecca puede guardar símiles con la familia de Luffy.

(Bueh, es que si mucha gente cree que el final de One Piece es otra guerra mundial como Marineford pero más grande y con más personajes, ¿por qué no pensar también en la posibilidad que otros arcos como el de Dressrosa podrían dar señales de cómo serán los arcos futuros?)

Mi planteamiento es el siguiente: si nos muestran la historia de la familia de Luffy, esta guardará similitudes con la historia de la familia Roldo de Dressrosa.

Parto del mismo hecho que hay personajes que se parecen mucho físicamente.

El rey Riku y Garp

Kyros y Dragón

Una doble coincidencia que por lo menos, me parece curiosa. Especialmente porque la relación que mantienen Kyros y Riku con Rebecca, se parece un poco a la que mantienen Dragon y Garp con Luffy.

Volvamos una vez más a la imagen del principio, ¿esto podría significar que la madre de Luffy se parece a Scarlett y tal como la madre de Rebecca, la madre de Luffy está muerta?

Mi respuesta es un rotundo

Porque a la vez que la apariencia o actitudes entre estos personajes es parecida, los miembros de la familia real de Dressrosa (Roldo) parecen una antítesis a la familia Monkey D:

Garp era (hasta donde se sabe) un hombre común que llegó a volverse respetado como héroe de la Marina. Riku era un rey amado en Dressrosa que terminó siendo odiado por su gente.

Kyros era un criminal que odiaba su vida de asesino pero fue perdonado y reconocido como héroe. Dragon en cambio renegó y renunció a estar en la Marina, rechazó un futuro donde las personas podrían llamarlo héroe, para ser considerado el peor criminal del mundo.

Kyros fue olvidado por el mundo y eso le permitió cuidar de su hija mientras no lo recordaran (la gente recordaba su figura real como un héroe de hace muchos siglos atrás). En cambio, Dragon se volvió el criminal más buscado del mundo. Su condición le impedía estar cerca de Luffy y cuidarlo.

Todas estas coincidencias me hacen pensar que si Scarlett murió, pues la antítesis es que la madre de Luffy debe estar viva.

¿Y cómo es que Crocodile entra en la ecuación? . Aquí voy al siguiente punto: ¿Cuál es la otra característica relevante de Scarlett aparte de su historia con Kyros y su muerte?

Que tiene un parecido inigualable e inconfundible con su hija.

¿Y a quién se parece más Luffy entre todos los personajes que hemos conocido de One Piece? Exacto.

No más preguntas, su señoría. He terminado.

Y como pequeños datos extra que no pude incluir:

1. Coincidentemente la diferencia de edad entre Scarlett y Kyros es la misma que la de Crocodile y Dragon: 9 años exactos.

2. Sospecho, que si esta pequeña locura mía fuera real, entonces Dadan podría representar el papel de Violet en esta historia. Y me encanta la idea de que Dadan puede ser alguna pariente de la madre de Luffy, ya que por posibilidades genéticas claramente, la madre biológica de Luffy podría ser una mujer robusta.

#crocomom #dragodile #dragon x crocodile #dadodile #I'm crazy and I know thanks #crocomom is real

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carol-coffees · 8 months ago

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Howdy gente, vengó inspirada,otro dibujito de Elías gallather pero vivo,como jodo con este men,pero no me culpen!,es realmente un buen chico y es encantador!,bueno,se me ocurrió hacer este dibujo gracias a la canción de melanie Martinez:the contortionist, específicamente en la parte en donde dice:"Bodies touch me" osea traducido es,cuerpos me tocan *por eso las manos,y ay una razón por la que las puse ahí,las manos en la boca:ahi representa como su familia en vida le daba poca importancia a sus opiniones y palabras(ya que como nació con múltiple esclerosis lo ven como débil ,un estorbo e inútil)osea sus palabras no eran válidas y sus palabras jamás fueron tomadas en cuenta (bueno,esos significados les di yo por el lore de su historia ),y las manos en el cuello:estas representan como en futuro antes de casarse(o en la noche de bodas,no me acuerdo)su prometida/esposa Violet y su hermano planearon matarlo cortándole la cabeza con una Acha para quedarse el tesoro oculto de los gallather, tesoro que jamás encontraron,y aunque elias estuviese vivo el no sabe donde esta,es mas,ni sabia de su existencia,ya que su familia lo excluía de todo literal,le tengo empatía,ya que toda su vida fue excluido por su propia familia,el unico quelo queria era su abuela,pero murio quedando solo en el mundo...vivio sin un amor platonico,ni un romance, vivia en su mundo de fantacia en las historias de sus libros....murió sin que nadie lo amara...y ya porque lloro xd,aver si hago mas shavos(se me olvidó poner la referencia de donde lo saqué xd,pero el original no me pertenece obvio,yo solo lo use de referencia para dibujarlo en tradicional)

#elias gallagher #snaccpop studios #the groom of gallagher mansion

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jartita-me-teneis · 10 days ago

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Violet Gibson la irlandesa que disparó a Mussolini en la cara.

El 7 de abril de 1926, una mujer de clase alta, de 50 años, de Dublín, le disparó en la cara a Benito Mussolini, el líder fascista de Italia.

¿Cómo había pasado la vida de Violet Gibson de la adinerada educación de Merrion Square en Dublín a morir en un asilo mental por haber intentado asesinar a un líder mundial fascista y cuán diferente pudo haber sido el mundo si hubiera tenido éxito?

Si ella hubiera acertado a su objetivo, el reinado de Mussolini como "hombre fuerte" habría terminado y sus éxitos no podrían haber envalentonado

¿qué llevó a Gibson a este acto fatídico?

Su educación fue uno de sus privilegios. Su padre se convirtió en el 1er barón de Ashbourne y se desempeñó como Lord Alto Canciller de Irlanda desde 1885 hasta 1905. Creció dividiendo su tiempo entre Dublín y Londres y a la edad de 18 años fue debutante en la corte de la Reina Victoria.

Sin embargo, se notó que cuando era niña, Gibson a menudo estaba enferma con fiebre escarlata, pleuresía, episodios de "histeria" mal definida y se afirmaba que tenía un "carácter violento". Durante sus años más jóvenes también mostró interés en la Ciencia Cristiana, y luego la teosofía, pero, a la edad de 26 años, en 1902, se convirtió al catolicismo para disgusto de su familia de fe anglicana.

En 1913, Gibson se había casado con un artista y posteriormente enviudó. Luego se mudó a París y trabajó para organizaciones pacifistas. En este año ella contrajo la enfermedad de Paget (una ruptura anormal del tejido óseo) y una mastectomía la dejó con una cicatriz de nueve pulgadas. Luego regresó a Inglaterra donde otra cirugía, por apendicitis, la dejó con dolor abdominal crónico.

Gibson se obsesionó cada vez más con la religión durante sus 40 años. Se retiró, siguió al erudito jesuita John O'Fallon Pope y se obsesionó con las ideas del martirio y la "mortificación".

Para 1922, había sufrido una crisis nerviosa y en un asilo mental había sido declarada demente. Dos años más tarde, junto con una enfermera llamada Mary McGrath, viajó a Roma, donde vivió en un convento. En este punto, estaba convencida de que Dios quería que matara a alguien como un sacrificio.

En febrero de 1925, Gibson tomó un arma y se disparó en el pecho. Milagrosamente ella sobrevivió.

En marzo de 1926 falleció la madre de Gibson. En abril de ese año, su obsesión por matar a alguien se había vuelto a concentrar; ahora en Mussolini.

En ese día marcado por la historia, fue al Palazzo del Littorio con su pistola envuelta en un velo negro y una roca, en previsión de que tuviera que romper el parabrisas del coche de Il Duce. Mientras "Il Duce" iba a través de la Piazza del Campidoglio en Roma, el 7 de abril, después de abandonar una asamblea del Congreso Internacional de Cirujanos, donde había pronunciado un discurso sobre las maravillas de la medicina moderna, Gibson saltó de la multitud y disparó a quemarropa contra el líder fascista con su revólver Lebel, del ejército francés.

"Era contrario a la voluntad de Dios que Mussolini continuara existiendo", declaró después en el juicio.

Su roca era innecesaria pues el líder fascista caminaba entre la multitud a pocos pies de Gibson. Su primer disparo rozó su nariz y en el segundo disparo, el arma se encasquilló. El líder fascista se mantuvo muy tranquilo y le dijo a la multitud: “No tengáis miedo. Esto no es nada''. Mussolini solo sufrió heridas leves y después de vendarle la nariz, continuó su desfile.

Más tarde, dijo que mientras estaba listo para "una muerte hermosa" no quería morir a manos de una mujer "vieja, fea, y repulsiva".

Lo más doloroso para Gibson fue el olvido de su familia, avergonzada por tener a una desequilibrada que había querido acabar con alguien tan importante. Tras casi un año de cárcel, sometida a humillantes pruebas psiquiátricas y físicas (examen de su útero incluido) fue puesta en la frontera de Italia con Francia y en cuanto pisó suelo inglés le diagnosticaron en solo unos minutos "locura delirante con paranoia".

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black-grulla · 1 year ago

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this is going to be an incredibly long post, so prepare your fine asses.

Éste va a ser un post increíblemente largo, así que preparen sus buenos ortos.

This post is going to reflect my first(? Impression about the Donquixote Family. But mostly is going to be them reminding me of other people/characters. // Éste post va a reflejar mi primera (? Impresion acerca de la Familia Donquixote. Pero más que nada va a ser ellos haciéndome recordar a otras personas/personajes.

Donquixote Doflamingo (the Joker).

Yup, that's it. Mostly because i knew Doffy like, a long time ago (2 years) and sincerely this is a popular neuron connection that i agree with.

2. Donquixote Rocinante/ Cora-san (Corazón)

Yup, BRO LITERALLY THEY PUT A COMPILATION OF CORAZÓN'S FALLS, and of course has to remind me of Condorito.

3. Diamante

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THEY EVEN MADE HIM AN ENTRANCE IN HIS STYLE IN THE CORRIDA COLISEUM. (They are even on the same pose omg).

4. Pica.

The same as with the man from above; Taurus Aldebaran is in the same fucking pose. I actually was surprised, because i was kinda doubtful with this; then i'm watching and yup. I also laughed as a singer i am when Zoro called him "idiot with soprano voice"

5. Trebol.

Nothing to say, just, disgusting. Bring me someone who likes this man.

6. Giolla

Matilda's mom and Giolla has the same vibe, like, look at them; almost the same pallette.

7. Viola/Violet.

La Rosalia

8. Sugar

Honestly i couldn't find anyone that reminded me of Sugar, but @callmekui cooperated and told me that she reminds him of Qiqi. I don't know why tho.

9. Lao G

Seriously, that woman has a lot of strength.

10. Machvise

When i saw his tail i immediately thought in Mario with his leaf power up costume. Then the whole thing is a mexican fighter.

11. Señor Pink

Oda has a lot of mafia characters, there's even an episode of the straw hats being an italian mafia look a like. I was sure i saw another mafia guy who looked like Señor Pink..

12. The bitch- i mean Dellinger.

I saw another picture of a fish with lady legs, but Darwing fits perfectly. Kokichi was a character that @callmekui compared with. Is a mixture.

13. Buffalo.

Look at me in my eyes. I know what you are. ( Latins are going to laugh so hard at this.)

14. Baby 5.

Again, look at me in my eyes, and tell me they're not the same.

15. Gladius.

Bro. After this motherfucker appeared, i was happy with two Shinzos. The only difference is that this one has not telekinetic power (i think, I'm not sure anymore) and that's when Bakugou appears.

16. Monet.

Sorry, i didn't like her so much. I wanted to punch her in the face.

17. Vergo (first Corazon, wow)

Okay this is a funny one. The man is Bad Bunny, a Reggaeton singer. And it's mostly a Spanish joke; his name. Vergo, if we put the a in the end is verga, and verga in Spanish means cock. There you go english people. AND YOUNGER VERGO LOOKED LIKE A REGGAETONERO WITH THAT FUNGUS CUT LIKE, LOOK AT THIS;

FINALLY I FINISHED.

#one piece #what did i just write #vergo one piece #donquixote rocinante #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote family #baby 5 one piece #Giolla one piece #dellinger #dellinger one piece #Pica one piece #I won't put anymore #Kian wants to smooch Dellinger

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sea-owl · 2 years ago

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The Gothic Featheringtons have officially started to move to AO3. I'm gonna do it as a collection of one shots to make it easier on myself. I'll probably end up going through my stuff today to track down a few of the one shots on Tumblr today.

Here's the link: Link

When Violet came back to London from her year in mourning of her husband's untimely death, now in half-mourning with her family. She truly didn't expect what was waiting for her in the city.

Violet was taking a stroll with her three older daughters, her sons off ridding somewhere else in the park. Her youngest two in the stroller as she pushed them along. Her older boys were coming around into sight again when something dark flashed by the corner of Violet's eye.

Of all the curious things it was a black bonnet being taken with the wind. Running after that bonnet was a little red haired girl, possibly around Violet's Eloise's age, in a dark purple dress. Try as she might the bonnet was always just out of her reach. Then came one final push from the wind and the bonnet flew even further . . .right smack into Violet's third son's, Colin's, face.

Colin proceeded to fall from his horse right into the mud.

The little girl squeaked, darting forward and pulling out a silk handkerchief. "I'm sorry!"

Colin, being Violet's good natured son, only laughed as he sat up removing the bonnet from his face. "Well that wasn't well to do of me."

The little girl's cheeks turned red.

"Penelope!" Another voice called from the direction the little red head came from.

Two older girls, both with red haired as well, and Violet assumed Penelope's sisters, rushed forward to pull her up. Both of them also wore darker colored dresses such as a navy blue and one a dark silver. Coming up behind them had to be their mother. Her dress was the darkest of all in black with a shall tying a baby to her chest.

Violet had not seen anything like it before. She honestly could not fathom why a family in full mourning was walking out in Hyde Park like this.

After checking to make sure the two children were alright Violet turned her attention to the other mama. She hadn't seen her before, a new comer? It would explain why Violet was coming up blank on a name. But still the full mourning clothes were odd.

"Lady Portia Featherington," the woman introduced herself, a Spanish accent in her voice. "My," she pushed, her nose wrinkled up. "My . . .what is the word? Oh never mind. Mi familia, had just moved to London from . . . Espana . . .no, oh Spain!"

So Violet was right. The woman was new. Perhaps they haven't gotten new dresses yet to signal they're coming out of full mourning or coming out of mourning all together due to the move. "Lady Bridgerton," Violet introduced herself.

The two women began to walk together, Portia introducing her daughters, Prudence, Philippa, Penelope, and baby Felicity. Violet then introduced her own brood of eight. Penelope seemed to get along well with Eloise and Francesca. Philippa and Daphne quietly talked while Prudence seemed more content to watch over her sisters. Violet did notice that the girls' English was better than their mother's.

"Why move to London?" Violet asked Portia.

"Mi esposo. . ." Portia paused again. "Um, Lord Featherington?"

"Your husband," Violet offered.

Portia nodded. "My husband, he is English. We had to move back for his estate."

Violet nodded. "We just recently moved back ourselves from our country home."

"I am glad you did," Portia said. "It is nice to see someone who knows black and darker colors are happy colors. All this pastel is nauseating."

Violet paused. "Are you not in mourning?"

Portia blinked. "No we are not. Is that why the English are all dressed in such bright colors? You use dark colors for mourning? How sad."

The two families were now approaching Gosvenor Square. Violet saw servants moving items into the house across the square from her's. All the items were dark. Dark wood, jewel tones in the fabrics, and accents of silver instead of the gold most other families of the ton preferred.

"Ah this is my home," Portia smiled. "If you excuse us. I have to go write to Tia Madea. I have to let her know Penelope has already stolen breathe out of a boy. Oh if we're lucky she'll be another Tia Circe!"

With that Violet watched her new neighbor gather up her daughters and lead them to the house Violet would never thought one would decorate like that.

#bridgerton #gothic featheringtons #slight polin #first meeting of the gothic featheringtons #violet bridgerton #portia featherington #forgive my spanish #I grew up on spanglish

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46snowfox · 5 months ago

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Subaru Sakamaki Chaos Lineage Capítulo 08

[Capítulo 7]

Monólogo:

“Al día siguiente le informé a Carla-san que Subaru-kun había despertado.

Tras recibir mi informe, Carla-san llamó a todos para que se reunieran en la sala de estar y así poder explicarles la condición actual de Subaru-kun.”

Lugar: Mansión Violet Living comedor

Kou: Ya veo. Me alegra saber que Subaru-kun despertó. Por un momento entré en pánico.

Yui: Sin embargo, sus heridas son tan graves que todavía no está en condiciones de levantarse. Lo mejor será que descanse por un tiempo.

Azusa: Entiendo. Aun así, me alegro… de que Subaru esté bien.

Kou: Después de todo estaba cubierto de heridas. Menos mal que ninguna fue mortal.

Laito: Yo sabía que no se iba a morir.

Carla: Sin embargo, si está tan herido como para no levantarse.

Carla: Significa que Subaru no podrá pelear por un tiempo.

Carla: Lamentablemente, dudo que nuestros enemigos vayan a ceder con sus ataques, de hecho, es probable que aprovechen la oportunidad para volver a atacar.

Carla: Y si eso sucede tendremos que defendernos los cuatro. No permitiré que ninguno de ustedes baje la guardia.

Laito: Ya veo, eso significa que ya no puedo faltar a nada.

Laito: Aah, espero que Subaru-kun se mejore pronto.

Kou: ¡Eeh! ¿Estuviste faltando? ¿No se te hace injusto?

Laito: Pero es que nosotros somos cinco, no iba a matar a nadie que yo me escapara.

Carla: Pues ya no podemos permitirnos ese lujo. Laito, te haré trabajar el doble para que compenses las veces que te escaqueaste.

Laito: Sí, lo que digas.

Azusa: Ahora que Subaru no puede moverse, ¿quién vigilará a Eva…?

Carla: Solo nos queda asignar a otra persona para que la vigile, de esa forma Eva estará a salvo.

Laito: Entonces yo la vigilaré. Solo debo estar pegado a ella, ¿no? Déjamelo a mí, esa es mi especialidad.

Kou: No te adelantes. Eva me prefiere a mí, ¿no?

Yui: (¡Ay no! ¡A este paso me separarán de Subaru-kun…!)

Yui: …Ehm, no se preocupen por mí. ¿Y si mejor me dejan a cargo de cuidar de Subaru-kun?

Carla: ¿…Qué?

Yui: Quedó gravemente herido por estarme protegiendo. Es por eso que me siento responsable.

Carla: Protegerte es el deber de Subaru. No necesitas lamentarte por eso.

Yui: Aun así, permíteme hacerlo. Quiero ayudar a que Subaru-kun se recupere lo antes posible.

Yui: Además, mientras cuido de Subaru-kun, él podrá vigilarme.

Carla: Hmph… Ya veo, buena idea.

Carla: Perfecto. Te encargo el cuidado de Subaru.

Carla: En cualquier caso, estaba pensando en dejarlo al cuidado de alguien.

Carla: No podemos perder más peleadores, así que tú idea es conveniente.

Yui: Que bien. ¡Muchas gracias…!

Carla: Si ustedes se quedan quietos en la habitación nosotros podremos centrarnos en pelear afuera.

Yui: No te preocupes, me aseguraré de quedarme quieta al lado de Subaru-kun.

Kou: Que suerte tiene Subaru-kun~.

Laito: Eva es muy compasiva.

Azusa: Eva… cuida de Subaru-kun.

Yui: Me esforzaré al máximo para cuidar bien de Subaru-kun.

Yui: (Menos mal. Todos me dieron su visto bueno, ahora podré estar al lado de Subaru-kun—)

Lugar: Mansión Violet Habitación de Subaru

Yui: ¿No tienes sed, Subaru-kun? ¿Quieres que te traiga agua?

Yui: Avísame si te duele permanecer recostado, así te ayudaré a levantarte.

Subaru: …Cálmate.

Yui: Ah, perdón. Supongo que fui muy insistente. Pero es que quiero hacer todo lo posible por ti.

Subaru: Solo quédate a mi lado… Eso es lo mejor que puedes hacer por mí.

Yui: Subaru-kun…

Subaru: Me curaré en un parpadeo. Así que no te preocupes de nada.

Yui: …Sí. A mi también me basta con estar a tu lado para estar tranquila.

Yui: Sin importar en que situación disparatada nos encontremos, si estoy a tu lado siento que todo estará bien.

Subaru: Disparatada eh… Tenemos que pensar con respecto a esto.

Subaru: ¿Por qué sus recuerdos están alterados? Además, ¿en dónde estamos…?

Subaru: Me da asco pensar que nos acabemos matando sin razón aparente.

Yui: Sí… Para mí también es doloroso ver a todos pelear entre ellos.

Yui: Digo, son hermanos y aun así se están peleando…

Subaru: Es verdad, viste como Ayato casi me mata.

Yui: …

Subaru: Pero él solo hizo eso porque sus recuerdos están alterados.

Subaru: El verdadero él no haría eso. Creo.

Yui: Subaru-kun…

Yui: (A pesar de que se la pasan discutiendo, en el fondo confían entre ellos.)

Yui: Es verdad. Gracias. Hablemos de esto en otra ocasión. Lamento haberte preocupado.

Subaru: No importa. Si hay algo que quieras decirme, entonces hazlo. P-para algo somos pareja.

Yui: (Subaru-kun… está sosteniendo suavemente mi mano. A pesar de que le cuesta moverse por culpa de sus heridas.)

Yui: (Lo hace para calmarme.)

Yui: (Debería evitar hablar de cosas dolorosas, así no preocuparía tanto a Subaru-kun.)

Subaru: …Aunque en mi estado actual no puedo hacer nada.

Yui: Retomemos el tema cuando te mejores.

Subaru: Sí, será mejor. Además, por ahora no hay mucho que podamos hacer.

Subaru: Hasta entonces esperemos que no vuelvan a atacarnos.

Monólogo:

“Unos días después las lesiones de Subaru-kun mejoraron considerablemente.

Afortunadamente las otras casas no nos atacaron durante ese tiempo.

Pude centrarme en cuidar de Subaru-kun y él pudo aprovechar de descansar y prepararse para lo que viniera.

Desearía que encontráramos una salida de este lugar antes de la próxima batalla—.

Sigo cuidando de Subaru-kun mientras pienso eso.”

Yui: Tus heridas más superficiales ya se están terminando de sanar y tus heridas profundas ya están terminando de cerrarse.

Subaru: Sí, tuvimos suerte de que pude curarme en paz.

Subaru: …No, no fue así. Es gracias a que me has cuidado.

Yui: En principio saliste herido por protegerme, así que soy yo quien debería agradecerte.

Yui: Agradezco que hayas sobrevivido pese a haber acabado tan gravemente herido.

Subaru: Exageras, tonta.

Yui: No exagero. Si no salimos de este lugar antes de que empiece la próxima batalla alguien más podría acabar lastimado…

Yui: Si tan solo todos recuperaran sus recuerdos y dejaran de pelear por el título de rey supremo…

Subaru: Rey supremo eh. Me saca de quicio que nos manipulen con una leyenda tan absurda.

Subaru: Carla parece empeñado en volverse el rey supremo. ¿Pero no te ha dicho nada a pesar de que eres Eva?

Yui: Así es. Tal vez es porque prefiere que me concentre en cuidarte.

Subaru: Conociéndole me preocupaba que probara cada método posible con tal de convertirse en rey supremo.

Subaru: No sé qué tan ciertas son las leyendas del rey supremo o de la princesa durmiente, pero para mi suenan como un montón de tonterías.

Yui: Ya veo.

Subaru: ¿Hm? ¿La leyenda de la princesa durmiente…?

Yui: ¿Qué pasa con ella?

Subaru: ¿La leyenda de la princesa durmiente no tenía una premisa rara?

Yui: A ver, “la princesa durmiente despertará con un beso”. ¿Algo así?

Yui: ¿Acaso se refiere a cuando estaba durmiendo en la iglesia?

Yui: Me sorprendí mucho, tan pronto desperté ya estaba rodeada por todos.

Subaru: ¡Espera! ¡¿Eso significa que alguien te besó para despertarte…?!

Yui: ¡T-te equivocas, Subaru-kun! ¡¡Es un malentendido!! ¡Nadie me besó!

Subaru: ¿Segura?

Yui: ¡Segura!

Subaru: …No me asustes así.

Subaru: Bueno, eso era solo una leyenda y una de este lugar de locos.

Yui: Ahora yo soy la que está nerviosa.

Subaru: ¿Ah? ¿Por qué?

Porque estabas alterado♙

Porque pensé que te habías enojado♟

Porque estabas alterado:

Yui: Pues porque estabas muy alterado… Así que llegué a creer que sí me besaron.

Yui: (Aunque por lo menos yo no recuerdo que me besaran.)

Yui: (Pero la verdad es que no sé qué pasó antes de despertar.)

Subaru: Por supuesto que me altera. Eres bastante indefensa y curiosamente insensible.

Yui: ¿T-tú crees…?

Subaru: …Pensé que despertaste con el beso de otro hombre. ¡Y m-me puse celoso…!

Porque pensé que te habías enojado:

Yui: Es que parecías enojado… Si dije algo que te molestó, lo siento.

Subaru: ¡No!

Subaru: ¡Es que pensé que despertaste con el beso de otro hombre…!

Yui: ¿…Entonces estabas celoso?

Subaru: Tsk.

Fin de las opciones

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun…

Subaru: Jamás te entregaré a nadie. Ni tus besos ni nada.

Yui: …Sí. Yo soy solo tuya.

Subaru: Me basta con que lo sepas.

Yui: (Fufu, Subaru-kun está rojo hasta las orejas. ¿Está avergonzado?)

Laito: Nfu, menudo show me están dando.

Yui: …Laito-kun. ¡¿Cuánto tiempo llevas allí?!

Laito: Acabo de abrir la puerta con mucho entusiasmo. ¿No me escucharon?

Laito: Veo que estaban inmersos en vuestro mundo.

Yui: …

Subaru: Cállate.

Laito: ¿Acaso el amor floreció mientras te cuidaba?

Laito: ¿Cómo se le llama a esto? ¿Es algún tipo de síndrome?

Subaru: ¡Que cierres el pico!

Laito: Ay que miedo ♪.

Subaru: ¿A qué viniste Laito? Habla.

Laito: Carla está llamando a Eva.

Subaru: ¿…Carla?

Laito: Sí, dice que necesita hablar con ella.

Yui: ¿Carla-san quiere hablar conmigo…?

Yui: (No llamó a Subaru-kun, sino que a mí… ¿Qué es lo que querrá?)

Subaru: Yo también iré.

Laito: No deberías, estás herido.

Subaru: Ya puedo moverme. Yo soy su vigilante, así que mi deber es estar a su lado.

Laito: ¿Ah sí? Pues no te detendré, has lo que te dé la gana.

Monólogo:

“Una llamada repentina de Carla-san—.

Al invadirme la ansiedad volteé a mirar a Subaru-kun y al notar mi estado de ánimo decidió acompañarme.

Solo espero que mi mal presentimiento no se vuelva realidad.

Como si rezáramos por ello, Subaru-kun y yo nos dirigimos al living.”

[Capítulo 9]

[Masterpost]

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#traducción al español #mi traducción #diabolik lovers #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers chaos lineage #capítulo 8 #familia violet

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