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[nitrokiraru]

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[here-for-the-chaos]

Very short and not beta'd fic!!! Before things get inevitably worse. Pls give me some constructive critique this is my first ever posted fic. This is dedicated to @qfliporiana cause they filled me with canon denying love of the two of them.

It wasn’t until around 9:30 that morning that Charlie had realized he was wearing Mariana’s glasses. He had been going about his tasks of the morning, making coffee, checking around the house for any traps that had been set (or mines he had misplaced), collecting all of Flippa’s toys that were strewn around the living room into the toybox along the wall, and beginning breakfast. He had to remind himself to triple the pancake recipe. His cooking had never been very… tasty, but he would try for them. When passing by the mirror near the door, only then did he notice the round edges of the frames, and how just a bit blurry everything was. He brought and hand up and slipped them off his face, unable to suppress something of a fond smile. Definitely Mariana’s. Maybe the reason he hadn’t noticed was that he never had to think of it before. A few nights ago, he and husband’s beds were separated. It was for the best, really, them not sleeping together. (Aside from the nights they did, but that wasn’t the point.) But now it was permanent. It was a hard night, one Charlie didn’t like to remember, but ever since then, the beds stayed pushed together. And the two pairs of glasses rested on the same nightstand. Despite him saying otherwise at every opportunity, Charlie didn’t hate it. Not one bit.

 He ran his fingers over the rims. They had cracks and ridges, but were still charming in a way. The brunet sighed to himself. God, all of this was so… Domestic. Was that the right word? Was that how you would describe raising a child with another man, being a husband? Was that how you describe fixing up an exploded house with said man? A comfortable living room. A small but well used kitchen. An indoor farm with all of Flippa’s favorite plants and food. A ladder and stairway lined with family photos, or anything they found amusing. A child’s room with drawings across the walls. A bedroom that once was cold as ice, now warmed by two people sharing a bed. Yes, that was what it was.

The sound of a door creaking open drew Charlie’s attention, a bed wrangled Mariana leaning on the doorway. He wore a loose gold sweatshirt, with boxy glasses slid all the way down his nose bridge. Short dark hair hung down in his face, making Charlie chuckle at the adorableness stupidity of it.

“Charlie, creo que tienes mi-” Mariana was cut off by a yawn, as he rubbed his eyes and fixed the glasses on his face. Charlie could guess enough of what he meant and held up the pair in his hands.

“We switched,” the American chuckled, leaning back on the kitchen counter top as they swapped the spectacles back to their proper owners, “I took yours.” Charlie slid the square glasses onto his face, and watched as the world came back into clear focus. Grabbing the translator he spotted on the counter, he changed the settings so that whatever was spoken would be read out in the other language. Sure, the both of them had picked up enough of the other language to get what they were saying, especially Mariana, but it was better safe than sorry. 

Mariana waltzed over to the other side of the countertop and leaned forward to face the slime, translator between them, and quickly took a hold of his hand. Charlie cocked an eyebrow, a green blush rising to his cheeks. He nervously laughed and averted his gaze, “Never knew you one for contact outside of shitty sex,” he quipped awkwardly. The Mexican scoffed and shook his head, sending a confusing pang of guilt through Charlie, as if disappointing Mariana hurt. Huh, weird.

Their eyes suddenly locked, intense, and firm. Mariana began to speak, “No sé muy bien cómo decir esto. Todo esto empezó porque nos dijeron que cuidáramos a un niño para el que no estábamos preparados. Y lamento lo que pasó, y lamento no haber estado ahí. Tengo mucho miedo de que algo así vuelva a pasar, pero lo intento. Intento ser un buen padre y un buen marido. Sé que tú también lo estás intentando. Y creo que está yendo a alguna parte. Espero que así sea. Así que, gracias por estar ahí. Y gracias por intentarlo de nuevo, aunque sólo sea por Flippa. Que sepas que no es mi única razón.”

Charlie blinked, the cogs turning in his brain halting. Similarly, the translator whirled uselessly, the speed of Mariana’s talking making it unable to translate. He dumbly tipped his head to the side, “What?”

Mariana shook his head, an annoyed yet warm spreading across his face. He paused for a moment, before seemingly shortening his thoughts into 3 words, “Te amo, perra.”

Charlie’s blush deepened as the translator read out “I love you, bitch.” He couldn’t help from smiling himself, and was about to explain how he was absolutely not a bitch-

“Uh, is something burning?” Mariana muttered, breaking eye contact. Charlie’s head shot up and he scrambled over to the stove, smoke beginning to bellow up from scorched pancakes. With his correct glasses on, it became clear to him that what looked like the 360° notch on the stove top was the 660° notch. He lowered his head in embarrassment as Mariana’s charming loud laugh filled the air, sticking the torched pan into the cold water filled sink. “Let’s just heat up some Eggo waffles…”

[hannahhook7744]

The Pressure Cracks In That Old Wooden Floor, Still Creakin' Ever So Softly, And Just Barely Off-key.

Summary: The start of Fuega and Princesa’s (mostly) one sided feud. Encantober 2024: Build. Trigger Warnings: minor violence, minor death threats, and etc.

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If there was one thing that was able to calm Dolores and Mariano's fourth daughter and fifth child, Fuega Alba Guzmán Madrigal, down it was building. 

More specifically, it was building blocks. 

The now one year old redhead adored building blocks and could spend hours upon hours laughing and playing with them. Especially if her Abuelo Félix (the family’s handyman) was the one building with her. 

Like now.

Félix and Fuega were sitting on the floor of the courtyard on a rug Félix’s own father, Alroy, had gifted Dolores and Mariano recently. Making a miniature version of Casita.

And it was a pretty good replica shape-wise, if Félix had to say so himself. 

Which, considering that he was letting little Fuega do most of the work, was surprising. 

Of course, it was at that exact moment something just had to go wrong—because of course, as anyone who'd been a parent, grandparent, or an aunt/uncle would know, was that when you were in a house full of people—most of which were children— things were bound to go wrong at some point. 

Like a fútbol flying right into the miniature Casita they had been building, causing it to explode everywhere as Fuega's eldest sister, Princesa (age 6) ran over trying to stop it. 

Everything went quiet as Fuega stared down at the remains of her Casita. 

And stared.

And stared. 

Before her lip started to quiver. 

“Aw mi pequeña gasolina, don't cry—” Félix cooed quietly as he tried to pick her up, only to be cut off by the loud wail that escaped her. 

Another thing to know about Fuega Alba Guzmán Madrigal? She had the loudest set of lungs in the family. 

And when she started screaming or crying? The whole Encanto could hear. 

“Lo siento, Fuega, Lo siento! Lo lamento—” Princesa held her hands out, trying to sooth her little sister. Only to be cut off by a big wooden block to the face. 

And another. 

And another. 

All while Fuega escaped Félix’s attempts at capture—screaming and shrieking and wailing as she grabbed block after block and launched them at Princesa, Elmira, Oscar, and her primos. Living up to her name. 

“¡Morir! ¡Morir!”

[demento01]

Lamento -BEYOND THE VOID- game, updates, crack, translations + Treasure Disc + OST new download links and torrents 2023

I had to spend a couple of hours going through old posts on web archive and finding a ton of dead torrents to find this so here you go.

Quick Index of what I include here:

Lamento's install DVD ISO.

Update 1.01, 1.02, 1.03, and 2.00 (this last one only in my own uploaded links, dont use with english translation!).

NoDVD crack.

Serial number.

Link to the complete fan translation which also includes an installation guide and a walkthrough.

The fandisc "Lamento Treasure Disc".

Fan translation for the Treasure Disc.

OST: The World Devoid of Emotion and Prelude

Full game (DVD iso, 1.01, 1.02 and 1.03 updates, NoDVD crack and serial), you'll have to install and update yourself:

(found here) serial is on the .txt file

English fan translation (also includes a guide on how to install the game and patch and has a walkthrough etc.)

(OP asks people to not post direct download links nor the game with the fan translation pre-applied and instead link to their post so I did that, but if the link ever dies and the OP doesn't revive it just comment or PM me and I'll edit this post)

My own uploads:

Torrent:

.torrent

hash: 59F204197FBDCB998828D3B25DB253FFD7FA5B1F

made by me and kept online 24/7.

This includes game iso, all updates (including the 2.00 one but only install 1.03 if you're gonna use the English translation) the serial and the NoDVD crack. I also included the "Treasure Disc" fandisc and a fan translation (source) and the OST and Prelude discs in FLAC format

Google Drive:

(password for updates and crack: "lamento" without the quotes. compressed with a password to avoid Drive flagging them as malware and restricting public access)

(also uploaded by me, has the exact same stuff as the torrent but different folder structure)

Game already installed, updated to 1.03 and cracked + translated treasure disc:

(saves you from having to install it yourself, all you'd need to do is paste the english fan translation files, couldn't do it myself because the people who made the translation don't want anyone to distribute the game with the translation pre-applied, also btw for update 1.03 you need to use the patch that doesn't say win10 at the end from the fan translation, I also included the treasure chest fandisc with the translation pre-applied in a separate folder)

If you have any issues check the aarifantasy fan translation post I linked in the fan translation section, they explain everything perfectly on there. Remember you need to set your system locale to japanese for both the game and the fandisc to work! If any of my links or torrents ever die just comment or PM me and I'll get them back up. Please share, you're free to mirror any of my own links anywhere but please don't modify or skip anything!

Also, remember to support the devs of the game! You can buy many of Nitro+CHiRAL titles in English officially through JAST. They don't have this one yet so that's why I'm sharing it here.

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Noh Haeyul. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Hyunjin - Stray Kids. ✦ Data de nascimento: 09/12/1999. ✦ Idade: 23 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do sul, coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Afável, alegre e autêntico. ✦ Defeitos: Atrevido, autoritário e egoísta. ✦ Moradia: Tartaros. ✦ Ocupação: Estudante de Agronomia e herdeiro. ✦ Twitter: @TT99HY ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Noh é um condômino alegre, entusiasta em sociedade, conversa pelos cotovelos e é muito curioso. Tem um coração gigante, as vezes ingênuo, outrora desbocado, mas há algo que outros condôminos não saberiam distinguir sobre o que o rapaz emana, mas com certeza, ele é muito esperto. Um ótimo vizinho para fofocar na janela de casa, isso é certo.

TW’s na bio: Alusão à morte, sequestro, negligência parental. Biografia:

Nas margens da província de Busan, um frágil raio de vida emergiu entre plantas e ervas, sob circunstâncias carregadas de uma melancolia profunda, que envolviam os anseios sombrios da família Noh, Hae Yul nascerá. O bebê, com sua vitalidade singular, parecia destinado a um propósito que transcendia a compreensão da família, mas a tragédia sussurrava seu lamento. A mãe de Hae Yul sucumbiu ao parto natural, deixando um vazio gélido que seu pai, Noh Bonsik, enfrentaria sozinho, apenas com a ajuda silenciosa de todos que lhe rodeavam, por algum motivo, protegendo-o de algo que o pequeno coreano, não sabia. A dor era profunda, e o rapaz, naquela época, não conseguia compreender por que sua mãe havia partido.

Após a devastação, migraram silenciosamente para Seul, seguindo os passos do Sr. Noh em seu trabalho que até então era misterioso para si. O homem era robusto, enfeitava-se de ouro, dentes brilhantes, roupas de grifes, ternos bem passados e sempre acompanhado de outros homens gigantes ao seu lado, no mínimo, curioso. O pai tornou-se uma sombra enigmática e solitária depois do ocorrido, o que lhe deixava ainda mais sombrio, um exemplo do que Hae Yul não queria seguir, já que seu aprendizado pela mãe era muito maior que a arrogância de seu pai. Até seus 15 anos, Hae viveu naquele imenso apartamento, uma existência reclusa em um lugar tão espaçoso, que se erguia como um mausoléu, enquanto sua curiosidade sobre os guardiões que vigiavam em silêncio persistia como um espectro.

Hae Yul era um espírito inquieto e sombrio, muitas vezes se envolvendo em bagunça e pegadinhas à sombra da ausência de seu pai. Mas quando seu pai retornava, a alegria efêmera que se acendia em Hae Yul era eclipsada pela penumbra de seus segredos, absortos quando se retiravam para a estufa, cuidando das plantas que eram o centro das silenciosas de sua vida oculta.

Num dia tranquilo e ensolarado no parque, enquanto Hae Yul implorava para brincar mais um pouco de brinquedo, Noh inadvertidamente desvendou os segredos ocultos do trabalho de seu pai, tornando-se alvo de máscaras sinistras da máfia. Uma ameaça e um aviso; estava em minas perigosas e o homem mascarado não parecia estar brincando. Seu pai não viu alternativa senão guiá-lo para um refúgio longe de tudo aquilo, onde estaria a salvo dos perigos que o envolvia, afastando-se daquele laço que cada vez mais tentava se desprender. Foi assim que o coreano conheceu a Acrópolis Complex, a tal sonhada de seu pai, deixando-o nas mãos do seu melhor Bodyguard para levá-lo para longe dos negócios, até que o trabalho fosse concluído. Estaria mentindo se dissesse-lhe que estava feliz, mas não podia reclamar quando suas vontades, pelo menos, estavam sendo feitas; poderia estudar a sua tão sonhada Agronomia. O genitor precisava distraí-lo, conhecendo a figura como filho que tinha, sabia que alguma hora o mesmo iria aprontar e, de alguma forma, teria que ter alguma distração para manter o curioso longe daquele prato de matéria perfeita para o jornal, matriculando-o no meio do ano para estudar enquanto o mantém seguro.

A verdade sombria sobre a família Noh e seus segredos macabros permaneceu oculta, lançando-o em uma vida de isolamento atrás de uma farsa vida comum, onde a melancolia era a única companhia, e os sonhos e amigos se perderam nas sombras. Apesar disso, Hae Yul tinha um propósito, embora escondesse toda a sua vida. Noh Hae Yul tinha um propósito que encontraria no condomínio que escondia mais segredos que a própria família do herdeiro.

[fraglance]

You Should Smile More (2/2)

[ 02 ] never leaving you

It only takes a few minutes for the sour mood to return; Enrique being gloomy, unresponsive. We're similar in that way, but he can somehow find the energy inside him to talk like he's fine. Like everything's fine.

Like I didn't try to commit suicide merely days ago — like he didn't see me, like he wasn't the one to find me.

It's not fine. Usually, I'm not really fine when I'm extremely quiet. It's my way of willing the state of me being fine.

I'm tired of it.

"Lo lamento," I whisper. ((I'm sorry.)) I don't know why that's the only thing I can come up with, and it may as well be the only thing I can think of. It's the only thing I think about when the silence becomes more unbearable than the usual calm. When my thoughts get in the way, the thoughts of my decisions, his reaction, his relief when he saw me standing there alive. I'll never understand.

My eyes follow his movements as Enrique stands from the chair and crawls into the spot next to me. A sudden gasp creeps through my cracked lips when he makes me sit upwards. Determined, he interlocks our fingers together and gives me a gentle reassuring squeeze as he murmurs, "You shouldn't be." I exhale a shaky breath, eyes watering.

He doesn't become alarmed, he simply draws circles on my palm, soothing me. His voice is soft as he continues, "I hope you know I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."

With his right hand still soothing me, he points to his backpack with his left. "That's saying there. So am I. This idiot will be here as long as I can be, as long as you need. You hear me?" He lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around me, bringing me to rest my head on his chest.

I tear my eyes away from him as I fight the urge to start bawling more than I'm on the edge of doing. Yet, I nod. I hear you.

"I'm not leaving this hospital until you get the okay to leave. I know you're hurting. I know you feel like you're alone in this fucked up world, here and there. Maybe it gets so bad that it's the only thing running through your mind. But it's just not true." His eyes glaze over me as he smiles solemnly.

"I'm here because I care. So much. I care about you, Inés, whether you believe it or not. I'm here because I care about you, even if your parents are too busy with work to see their daughter at her worst — you're at your worst and you're still gorgeous, but the way. Utterly gorgeous." He pauses, grinning widely like an idiot at the blush blossoming on my cheeks.

"Enrique," I start to protest as I sniffle, but he shakes his head and cups both of my warm cheeks with his cold hands so I'm so much closer to his face. His eyes smile, crinkling as he stares at me, dancing from my left eye to the other as something in his own makes it seem like he's battling an eternal debate.

He decides against it, perhaps, as he starts to speak again. "You can be sorry for doing what you did, but that won't change anything, you can't change the past. But I'm so fucking glad it turned out how it did." He pauses, tears of his own welling in his brown eyes. "I'm so glad you're here."

There's a moment of comfortable silence before Enrique says, "You know, on the ride here, a few days ago, I couldn't help but think she better fucking be alive. I don't know what I would do without her. And that's true—"

"Enrique."

"I seriously don't know what I'd do without you. You complete me, Inés. I . . . I'd be so lost without you in my life. I probably would've spent forever thinking I was alone—"

“Enrique," I repeat, laughing softly with salty tears streaming down my face, enough to where I can taste them.

Enrique snaps out of his trance and sighs. He moves his head from the crook of my neck to my head as I snuggle into him. My wavy hair tickles his chin. "Yeah?" He whispers, voice gentle.

"Callate y escucha," I say quickly, and for a moment his eyes widen at how blunt that was before he snorts, literally snorts. I feel the vibration against my back. ((Shut up and listen.))

"A veces no puedo evitar pensar que te amo más que a la vida misma," I say easily, giving in and smiling. ((Sometimes I can't help but think that I love you more than life itself.))

Enrique's smile becomes wider, I wouldn't be surprised if it's starting to hurt.

“¿Siempre hablas español cuando confiesas algo deprimente, asombroso y dulce? Lo cual es bastante loco, cuando lo piensas." ((Do you always speak Spanish when you confess to something depressing, amazing and sweet? Which is crazy enough, when you think about it.)) He muses, drawing random shapes on my skin — from my hand to as high as my elbow.

I gnaw on my cheek, huffing. A glint of shine dances in my eyes. "Maybe?"

"Well played, Inés. Well played," Enrique says as he causes a trail of goosebumps to line my skin with his lips invading my neck. I shiver as he does so. "Bien jugado, está bien." ((Well played, alright.))

Only minutes later, I'm about to drift off to sleep with the way he's unintentionally soothing me when he says, "You can't change the past. The future, though, you can create. Can you do that for me? Can you — most importantly — do that for you?"

My heart beats a mile a minute in my chest, and I'm sure I don't know how to respond to that, but suddenly my mouth is moving as I whisper out a quiet and soft-toned, "Yes, of course. Trataré de aprender a amarme a mí mismo antes de amarte a ti. Espero que tú hagas lo mismo, Ri." ((I will try to learn to love myself before loving you. I hope you do the same, Ri.))

Enrique's breath hitches as I say these words. I know he's trying not to kiss me as his brown eyes wander. He brushes a finger over my lip and slowly confirms, "Lo haré. Realmente, realmente lo haré." ((I will do that. I really, really will.))

I just couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself as I felt myself grin wide. My laugh melodic and loud, I hug him tight as he whispers the words, "Wow, your smile . . . it's beautiful. You really should smile more often, yeah?" in my ear.

[manolito77-blog]

Segunda entrada - El aislamiento y la soledad en el álbum

Si existe una sensación, o una emoción comúnmente relacionada a las letras, sonidos y composiciones de Radiohead, es aquella de la soledad. Desde su primer gran hit con Creep en 1992, el sentimiento de no encajar se ha vuelto emblemático del mensaje de la banda. En OK Computer, esta dinámica se puede evidenciar a lo largo de los 53 minutos en lo que transcurre, abarcándola desde la perspectiva del aislamiento a la sociedad y de la gente, al igual que desde la enajenación del trabajo bajo el capitalismo tardío.

En la tercera canción del álbum, Subterranean Homesick Alien, el sentimiento de no encajar es plenamente evidente; por medio de un panorama sonoro caracterizado por una extraña mezcla entre la instrumentación generalmente acústica, el hipnotizante canto de Ed O’Brien y los sonidos casi extraterrestres provenientes de la guitarra de Greenwood, Yorke expresa un lamento derrotista sobre su incapacidad de generar conexiones con la sociedad y con aquellos que lo rodean:

“I live in a town where you can’t smell a thing - you watch your feet for cracks in the pavement.”

Por medio de esta parte del primer verso, Yorke expresa el sentimiento de vivir en una ciudad completamente carente de emoción, de sabor y de diversidad, al punto donde carece de quizás una de las cosas más características de la ciudad; el olor. Así mismo, por medio de la imágen visual de observar siempre el suelo para no pisar las franjas del pedimento, Yorke demuestra al mismo tiempo el statu quo de una sociedad individualista, autointeresada y sin interés de siquiera levantar la cabeza para buscar establecer conexiones humanas.

Dado a su extraña apariencia, limitada estatura y diversidad en intereses, y desde que un profesor de inglés en Abingdon School le propuso imaginarse como un alienígena en la mitad de Oxford para un ejercicio de clase, Yorke siempre se había interesado en el tema de lo alienígena (Footman, 2007). No obstante, no fue hasta durante las sesiones de grabación del álbum, que Yorke decidió en transferir ese interés niche a la música; en la canción, Yorke describe la presencia de seres extraterrestres, no como figura opresora, pero burlándose de la inaptitud social de los seres humanos, como se demuestra consecutivamente en la canción:

“Up above aliens hover - Making home movies for the folks back home - Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits - Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets.”

Por otro lado, en la canción siguiente Let Down, la banda hace un acercamiento diferente a la soledad y a la sensación de sentirse desconectado del entorno, prefiriéndo fijarse en contextos sociales más intímos, específicamente, el transporte público y las fiestas. La letra, que inspira un profundo sentimiento no solo de melancolía y aislamiento, sino también de la impotencia de no poder hacer nada al respecto, describiendo la insignificancia y futilidad presente en la cotidianidad, y la sensación de vacío y desconexión de un evento social:

“The emptiest of feelings- Disappointed people - Clinging on to bottles - When it comes it’s so, so disappointing.”

Finalmente, la soledad se vuelve a evidenciar en la canción No Surprises, el tercer sencillo del álbum, pero desde una perspectiva más basada en la desconexión a aspectos más personales de la vida, como el sentimiento de enajenación al trabajo propio. En la canción, Yorke describe:

“A heart that’s full up like a landfill - A job that slowly kills you - Bruises that won’t heal.”

Las letras de esta canción se ven crudamente contrastadas al ambiente sonoro detrás, donde por medio de uso de campanas, una melodía dulce y tranquilizante y el glockenspiel maestro de Jonny Greenwood, las súplicas por una vida sin sorpresas más manejable se ven superpuestas a lo que parecería, en primer vistazo, ser una canción de cuna (Forbes & Reisch, 2013, pg. 85). Por tan fuera de lugar que se sienta la estética sonora de la canción, en verdad se alinea con el mensaje final de la canción; la resignación a estar aislado del mundo y su realidad, y de desear únicamente tener una existencia simple y monótona:

“I’ll take a quiet life - A handshake of carbon monoxide.”

Fuentes bibliográficas:

- Footman, T. (2007). Radiohead: Welcome to the machine: Ok computer and the death of the Classic album. Chrome Dreams. 

- Forbes, B. W., & Reisch, G. A. (Eds.). (2013). Radiohead and Philosophy: Fitter happier more deductive. Open Court. - 

[manybcdthings]

Gabriel's heart was suddenly broken but mending, both happening at the same time as his arms collided around his sister. Her tears and the sound of her cracking voice only surged the overwhelming emotions. Relief above all else, but a remorse for not being able to find her sooner. "Nosotros tratamos. No hemos parado. Lo prometo, nunca nos detuvimos ni un segundo." he told her firmly, his hands moving to her shoulders as if to check that she was really there.

"Lo lamento." Sorry for not being able to find her, for not being able to keep her safe or rescue her from the things she went through. Gabriel's mind swam with those tormenting thoughts. Thankful that it was no longer happening but angry, at himself, at the world they now lived in, that he couldn't do a thing to stop it. "Estoy tan feliz de que estés aquí." he cried too, unashamed at the emotion as it surged through him. "No estás allí ahora. Estás a salvo ahora."

For once, Taliah is stunned into silence. Shock renders her frozen in place as her eyes land on Gabriel. She doesn't know if she can believe them, like if she blinks he'll be someone else entirely. It's happened before – on the days when food and water had been sparse in facilities and she'd been delirious, looking for hope in any face that crossed her path. But she blinks and he's still there and Taliah barely has time to process before he's pulled her into a hug and the damn bursts. Suddenly, it's like she's a kid again, clinging to her big brother, injured arm all but forgotten as two and a half years fall away.

"Pensé que no me ibas a encontrar" she cries, any pretense of composure and confidence the past few months evaporating in the span of seconds. "Intenté escapar. Lo intenté con todas mis fuerzas, Gabe." Her words are a jumbled mess, along with her thoughts, a string of memories she can't put into words. She pulls back slightly, watery eyes meeting his. Relief sags her shoulders even as her tears keep flowing, unable to stop the overwhelming wave of emotion that threatens to knock her over. "Te– te busqué a ti y a Carlo. En todos lados. En todas las instalaciones en las que estuve. En los campamentos. Everywhere."

[nitrokiraru]

since i've been a lot more active on this acc i figured i should make a pinned ^__^

welcome to my accounttt!

you can just call me ren! i like to be referred to by she/they pronouns. im an adult (20 y/o).

my main interests that i'll talk about on this blog: nitro+chiral visual novels, bl visual novels, prolly bl in general. ive accidentally turned myself into a n+c updates blog i also like non bl visual novels as well, but will probably mainly talk about blvns

list of my vns on vndb, just for reference of the ones i have played and will play in the future: vndb

main favs include:

-the entirety of nitro+chiral (dramatical murder, slow damage, sweet pool, togainu no chi, lamento)

-you and me and her

-saya no uta

-uuultra c

more favs soon to be added as i play more!

might also reblog other interests from time to time or aesthetically pleasing pics, but i will mainly post things myself about n+c visual novels or updates from ones im currently playing

byf:

i like the "controversial" n+c LIs/ships such as madatowa, minao, and shiaki. it's completely fine if you don't, but that sort of stuff will be on this account! i do like all n+c ships though, and will reblog/post abt all of them. (also by ships i mean canon to the game, i dont have strong opinions on the crack ones. although noiz x koujaku is and will always be the shit)

i don't really tag stuff like triggers, not because i dont care but because im not nearly as active on here to even know ;; i just sort of come on here post about my usual brainrot about some yowie man and reblog things from the tags i follow. honestly i dont really tag reblogs period unless its to add a comment

since most of the visual novels i play have pretty mature themes and stuff that probably needs trigger warnings, just let it be known that if you have certain triggers this blog might not be that safe! i just want everybody to be comfortable ^_^

dni:

the basic dni criteria, pls refrain from interacting if you are racist, homophobic (it would be ironic if you to be here-), terf/transphobic, etc.

if you hate anything i regularly post about. pretty self explanatory i dont wanna hear abt a character i posted abt is bad or a series i like is problematic or something you are free to have this opinion i just would prefer you not have it on my account <3

thats pretty much it! (unless i think of something else to put later lol) overall thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy my blog full of blvn/eroge brainrot. i hope u can also be equally as insane as me about these various characters and vns/media

also let it be known all fujoshi, fudanshi, and fujin are welcome on this page. BL is for everybody (real) <3 the world should all become yaoipilled

[lenaclipseditst]

Here is a thoughtful Konoe from this clip. The thought bubble is transparent! What is your Konoe thinking about?(Reblog this post adding your own versions!)

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🍦✨ Mermaid Emily IceCreams ✨🍦

#4 Maxibon Waffle Dark Berry ltd edition

Facciamo un applauso al primo gelato non stecco a ricevere una recensione! 👏🏻

Ultimamente la Nestlè si sta dando alla pazza gioia ideando non si sa quante varianti del conosciutissimo Maxibon. Quest'estate ha fatto uscire una coppia di gemelli: i Maxibon Waffle in versione Dark Berry e Blonde Caramel. Si tratta di una versione più piccola del gelato classico e che vede la parte del biscotto a forma di waffle. Io ho optato per provare la versione Dark Berry che è composta di: gelato alla panna con pezzi di purea di frutti rossi e copertura al cacao, pezzi di mirtilli e granella di nocciole.

La copertura è uno scalino (forse anche due) sotto rispetto quelle viste fin'ora: abbastanza sottile, nessun "crack", ma comunque di buon gusto. Sono molto felice della decisione di usare del cioccolato fondente perché arriviamo poi a un gelato abbastanza dolce ma, in particolare, a un biscotto molto zuccherino. In aiuto ad attenuare la dolcezza anche i pezzetti ai frutti rossi nel gelato che danno una nota acidula. Il risultato alla fine è un buon contrasto. Ammetto che sono rimasta un pochinoino delusa dal fatto che il biscotto non sia effettivamente un waffle. Ma, riflettendo, se fosse stato un waffle eheh mi ci sarei voluta a mangiarlo con un minimo di decenza. Quindi alla fine forse meglio così, idea carina.

Sono contenta di aver scelto questo tra i due perché gioca su un equilibrio abbastanza riuscito che penso proprio l'altro non abbia, risultando troppo dolce. Che dire, è un buon gelato a cui stavo per dare un voto troppo alto reduce dalle illusioni che mi dà la Magnum. Ma forse se lo merita anche visto che almeno questi non mi hanno illusa? Magnum mannaggia a te mi hai fatta proprio arrabbiare.

Voto: 🍦🍦🍦(+🍦)/5

[gutierritoshds]

Transcription and translation (kind of)

Fue triste ver las ruinas de nuestro castillo,

It was hard to see the ruins of our castle

a veces aún lo lamento.

sometimes I still mourn it.

No diré que no vi las grietas de aquellos palacios,

I would not say that I didn’t see the cracks of those palaces,

aquellas grietas que anunciaban su caída.

Those cracks that announced its fall.

No sé de quién fue la culpa,

I don’t know whose fault was it,

pero debes saber que me culpo.

but you have to know that i blame myself.

Y es que había tanto que no sabía,

For there was so much that I didn’t know,

tanto que no sabíamos.

that we didn’t know.

Como que los castillos no se construyen en la arena del mar

Like that castles aren’t built in the sand of the sea.

Tal vez nunca reconstruyamos el castillo,

Maybe we’ll never rebuild the castle,

pero podemos hacer de estas ruinas nuestro templo.

but we can make of these ruins our temple.

Castillo

Me di cuenta que no había compartido este cómic aquí en tumblr. Lo hice para desahogarme de la separación que tuve con una amistad que quería mucho. Aunque nunca lo terminé bien siento que el resultado aún transmite el mensaje.

[beautiifulghostts]

Curious anons [Always accepting] Anon said: a ver Jaskier, échate la de la puerta negra

   – Esa no me la se pero si quieres te toco una nalga– *winks* 

[baked-bread]

How/where did you go to download Lamento?? 😭 I’ve been trying for so long

Hello! Thanks for sending an ask. ^^

This is a bit of a long post, so I'll be putting it under the cut.

The installation guide that I used to install Lamento is this one, which worked for me. The installation files that it links is here, and the link to the English patch from AarinFantasy (the original thread requires an account, but this is what it links to) is here.

Screenshots from the AarinFantasy thread of the most important information (in case you don't have/don't want to create an account) are below.

Firstly, you really don't need Daemon Tools from the guide if you're on Windows 10, you should just be able to right click on the .iso and select "mount" for it to open. Your computer locale will need to also be set to Japanese for the game to run (not on Windows at the moment so I don't have the exact location, but it's in the region/language settings). The copy of the game is not the Windows 10 version, so you'll need the patch files for the original game (cg-fullpatch.npa for uncensored CGs (not mosaic, they drew over the original image to show their dicks lol) or cg-buttonspatch.npa (original mosaic censoring) + nss-fullpatch2.3.npa).

Essentially: ensure your computer locale is in Japanese, download the game from the .iso and then run the update .exe files, replace the .exe with the cracked one provided in the .rar, rename + throw the patch files in the same folder that the Lamento .exe is, put it in Windows XP (service pack 3) compatibility mode, and just try to run it.

One thing to note is that the game runs pretty small and fullscreen on a wide monitor doesn't look too nice, so I change my computer resolution to 800 x 600 whenever I play. That step isn't required, it just makes it look a lot nicer.

Feel free to send another ask or send a message if you need help, my inbox and DMs are always open. I hope this helps! My apologies if this isn't written too well, hopefully it makes sense? I've been enjoying the game a lot thus far and hope that you do too. :)

[luthienne]

tagged by the luminescent spirit that is @charmtion ❀♡❀

last song: claudio monteverdi - lamento della ninfa, sv 163: amor, amor

last movie: return of the king (extended ofc)

currently reading: frank bidart, half-light: collected poems / alice notley, songs and stories of the ghouls / mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness: august, beiruit, 1982 (tr. ibrahim muhawi)  / adonis, collected poems (tr. khaled mattawa) / jane hirshfield, after / denise levertov, the stream & the sapphire / yrsa daley-ward, bone / sharon olds, stags leap: poems / reuben jonathan miller, halfway home: race, punishment, and the afterlife of mass incarceration

currently watching: rectify (i’ve already shared a few of my thoughts about this show but oh my god i could go on about it again. this show just encapsulates the enduring but intentional tenderness that we carry alongside grief. what makes us human. it’s a quiet exploration of what violence does—of how violence lingers in a body, in a family, in a community. the way violence goes on and through like cracks in ice or a spiderweb that clings and clings endlessly until someone makes a conscious decision to stop it. i’m !!!!)

currently craving: either one of the pears sitting on my kitchen counter or a walk alone in the desert beneath the starlight. or both! or maybe just a mug of sleepytime tea 🫖  (charm!! your description was so poetic and lovely and so you <333)

tagging: @fullfairymoon, @fuckindiva, @antigonick @filmforwomen, @fatallist, @konvalia, @nomorechoirs, @malglories, @cithaerons, @aesterea