#lamento spoilers

[perilegs]

there's something about bardo having given up on life and deciding to just settle to live quietly waiting for his death, not believing he could change anything, thus never trying. his inaction is the same as running away. he's dead as far as he's concerned. and. while he's alive physically, he's not living, his heart isn't in it. then he meets konoe who is clawing at anything and everything just to take his destiny into his own hands. konoe is unwilling to go quietly. if there's even the tiniest chance for him to make a difference, to dictate his own life, he will take it. he's alive and taking control. even if konoe's body dies, he says his heart and feelings will be his own until the end. the way these two look at their lives is so different, and konoe's lust for life rubs off on bardo, who was content with dying. konoe doesn't have to do everything alone anymore, and bardo has seen reason to live life. "konoe's voice reached my dying heart"

[omarfor-orchestra]

Comunque avremo un'altra festa di halloween e nella speranza che non riciclino la capra iconica potremmo avere un ritorno di questo:

[lunneus]

You know what concept i really liked?

How in Lametno Beyond The Void you had cats that were Sanga and other that were Touga

Tauga were the trained fighters.Or evne fi they weren't trained, they were sitll very adept at battle.

Sanga were basically buffers. They could produce songs to strengthen the Touga. Notice it's produce and not sing. Some did sing, others played an instrument, and some simply exuded music through feeling (like the MC). And for others, like the Meigi cats who worship demons; shedding their own blood was their song.

And of course my crazy self thought the last one was the most interesting one lol

I know Lamento is already long as hell, but i kinda wish we could've seen more of the Meigi cats. We really only see a handful in the game, even in Asato's route.

[cyberkitty1]

pt 2/2 of the crybaby reader x earth42 Miles Morales

MAJOR MAJOR spoilers!! read with caution.

i said tomorrow night but I worked my butt off to get it done today!!

Aaron makes his way to Miles and room not even bothering to knock, I mean why would he? He just watched his nephew make his own girlfriend who would do anything for him cry. He was beyond furious.

“So now we are just going around making people cry?” Miles smirks at him “man I am literally the prowler? all i make people do is cry and beg for their life” he says almost laughing.

Aaron sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.” you are not supposed to let your job interfere with your normal life, you know that. Now you’re chasing your girl, the girl your supposed to love away? are you serious?”

Miles looks at him annoyed ��� why wouls you care all she ever does is cry, shes happy she cries, shes mad she cries, shes sad she cries, man even when shes bored she cries. its annoying” he says holding his face in his hands.

Aaron walks to the bed and sits next to him. He’s never been put in this situation so he doesn’t know what to say. “ you’re dad was a lot better doing this than i ever was.” Miles visibly stiffens, this was the first time he’s brought up his dad since his funeral.

“ Miles I know you have been through a lot, more then i ever will but that doesn’t give you a reason to act that way towards her, she only wants whats best for you and she loves you with everything shes got. I would kill for a person like that to be in my life. I know you reacted like this because you feel you don’t have anyone to talk to but i’m always here man you know this.”

He wrapped an arm around his shoulder.” So don’t be taken your anger out on your girl she just loves you ok?” Miles sighs realizing, he was way to harsh in you you shouldn’t have been ignoring you and now he feels like a fool.

“ Yea, ill talk to her tomorrow” Aaron smiles, “ good I don’t need the only person who can get you to open up gone, now do i?” he says laughing a bit.

* Next Morning *

You didnt get a wink of sleep that night you where thinking about all the things you could have done to upset him that much. You werent mad just confused, confused as to why he would react that way. Of course you will still love him but this still hurt.

You were lost in thought when you realize someone texted you, it was Miles? You wasted no time to open it.

miles. can you come over later today?

you. yea

miles. dress comfortable

you were nervous, was he breaking up with you? You had no idea what to expect with how you guys left everything yesterday there was many directions this could go.

Hours later ( im lazy )

You got ready and made your way over to his place. Knocking on the door he answered “hola cariño ven conmigo” he helped you in with a warm smile taking your hand. Shutting the door behind you he led you into his bedroom sitting you down on his bed. He stood looking at you kind of nervous? he started:

“Voy a decir esto en español para que todo salga bien. Te amo mucho y siento mucho haberte tratado de una manera que nunca te mereces. Lamento haberte hecho llorar y haberte hecho sentir que hiciste algo mal. Todo lo que haces es amarme y tratarme bien, pero yo te traté como si no me importara. Y por eso lo siento mucho y espero que lo encuentres en tu corazón para perdonarme.”

(I'm going to say this in Spanish so that everything goes well. I love you very much and I am so sorry that I treated you in a way that you never deserve. I'm sorry I made you cry and made you feel like you did something wrong. All you do is love me and treat me right, but I treated you like I didn't care. And for that I am very sorry and I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.)

You waited and listened to him through and through and when he was done you spoke. “ Miles I will forever love you, you know that. I know that you are going through something but why didn’t you tell me? why don’t you talk to me? why wont you let me in?” you said holding his hands.

“No quería que pensaras menos en mí, que me consideraras débil.” You look at him sympathetically “ Miles I would never, never ever think of you as weak ok? Whenever you need me I will be there with you, I love you miles so much.” and with that, you were crying.

(“I didn't want you to think less of me, to consider me weak.”)

“mi princesa por favor no llores odio cuando lloras” he said wiping your tears away “ I know and i’m sorry that i’m always crying about everything i know it annoys you” you say sniffling. He feeling you pulling at his heart strings, feeling the worse he has felt since his father’s passing.

("My princess please don't cry I hate when you cry"’)

“ahora me tienes a punto de llorar mami, te quiero mucho y me arrepiento de haberte dicho que te encontré una llorona. Nunca debí haberte dicho eso, eres mi todo, ¿lo sabías? Debería disculparme contigo, lamento haberte tratado de esa manera, ¿me perdonarías?” He said with tears in his eyes.

(“Now you have me about to cry mommy, I love you very much and I regret having told you that I found you a crybaby. I never should have told you that, you are my everything, you know that? I should apologize to you, I'm sorry I treated you that way, would you forgive me?")

You held his face looking into his eyes with so much adoration. “ Miles I will forever love you, I forgive you, I will forgive you ten times over.” You said resting your head on his. After a few minutes he wipes his tears saying “ I forgot I wanted you to watch a movie with me if you forgave me.” You smile at him giving him a kiss.

“ Thank you Miles,i appreciate it all.” he sighs “ Ma, stop saying stuff like that I need to be saying sorry to you” he says looking you in your eyes.

And with that he sits on his bed back against the headboard with you tucked into his side, eating snacks and watching your favorite movies.

( this or this )

He suddenly turns to you and says “te amo mas que la cantidad de estrellas en el cielo” he says looking into your eyes. You turn to him resting your hand ok his face, hearing your voice that sounds like honey.

("I love you more than the number of stars in the sky")

“yo tambien te amo mi principe”

( "I love you too my prince")

Part 3 of the earth 42 Miles spoiling you will be done as soon as I can 🙏🏾

A/n: overlook the fact that i spelt honey as hunny 😔 ( its changed now)

[flan-tasma]

Ok so this is for whenever you start posting again, and this contains a tiny spoiler for the new archon quest so if you haven't done it yet then you can ignore this So you know how during the archon quest Arlecchino confronts Furina when she's alone? That but with Dom Lyney (or Freminet if you don't do requests for Lyney yet i'll be happy with either one) and reader is Furina's assistant/servant (Not like neuvillette like they serve Furina and stuff) And instead of attacking the Reader Lyney (or Freminet depending on you choose to write) Fucks them? Yeah that's it, i feel like this is a little different from the other nsfw requests you've done so if this makes you uncomfortable then feel free to delete this

💖~ I haven't gotten to that part in the game yet, but I already wanted to write this kdhkdhd Sorry for the delay! :(((((

Writing Freminet crying and then Lyney horny is the most "sex mode: on" thing I've ever done.

I liked the idea of putting Reader as a lady-in-waiting in the care and service of Furina, I couldn't stop thinking that I would like to write for Furina with a Reader like this and the life they have together kdhkdhd ✨✨✨✨

Warning: smut, there is consent! Fem!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

La arconte Hydro te había enviado a buscar comida para gatos con la esperanza de hacer que un pequeño minino se dejara acariciar, parecía una misión sencilla comparada con las tareas que solían darte en los momentos más aleatórios, pero sonreíste, te inclinaste y seguiste la orden de tu señora. Poco sabías que ni bien cruzaras la esquina para ir a la cocina algo te interceptaría.

Una flecha había dejado la manga de tu camisa atravesada en la pared, el metal no te permitía liberarte y el olor a fuego que chamuscó tu ropa te alarmó. Entre las sombras apareció a quien menos habías esperado encontrar entre los pasillos tan cercanos a tu arconte y eso te hizo sudar más.

Lyney, vestido con su usual traje de mago con sombrero de copa, no te miraba con la galantería usual que demostró entre sus actos en los que acompañabas a la arconte Hydro, su sonrisa coqueta se mostraba muerta, con una expresión seria. Se acercó poco a poco a ti, acorralándote contra la pared en la que estabas.

"Monsieur Lyney, el uso de armas contra mi está restringido." Recordaste al mago que por fin te miró a los ojos, sonriendo de una manera extraña.

"Vamos, mon chéri, ¿el riesgo no es la parte más divertida de nuestra relación?" Las palabras burlonas de Lyney te golpearon salvajemente en el corazón, sonrojándote cuando su mano alcanzó tu mentón para mirarte mejor. "Habíamos hablado acerca de algo como esto antes, ¿o vine en mal momento?"

No podías dejar esperando a Furina tanto tiempo o te haría algún berrinche, pero las manos de Lyney en tu cintura y sus labios en tu cuello se sintieron más embriagadores que las anteriores veces en las que el mago se coló a tu habitación para un encuentro carnal. Sus dedos hábiles desataron tu corsé y solo pudiste tomar su cuello con un brazo para acercarlo para besar sus labios. Su semblante serio te daba una inquietante señal de que no te dejaría ir en mucho tiempo, y te lo confirmó cuando quitó la flecha de tu manga y te metió a una habitación cercana, un almacén en donde te presionó contra la pared mientras dejaba caer la vestimenta que usabas como dama de Furina. La falda larga cayó al suelo junto al corsé y la camisa chamuscada, la blusa interior desapareció entre la oscuridad del armario mientras Lyney creaba marcas en tus pechos.

"Lamento si... vine en un mal momento." Las palabras de Lyney estaban cargadas de arrepentimiento y culpa, pero su tono hambriento mientras se metía una de tus tetas a la boca, chupaba y su lengua masajeaba tu pezón con furia. Estaba tan necesitado, habiendo pasado semanas desde que te había visitado por última vez y ambos se necesitaban. "Pero puedes hacer esto por mi, ¿verdad? Puedes perdonarme luego."

Los dedos de Lyney jugaron con tu botón sensible a través de la ropa, manchando cada vez más la tela hasta que no fuera más que un mal necesario que quitaría del camino para tocarte más profundamente con dos dedos que entraban y salían manchados de humedad.

"O s-si quieres no me perdones." Querías preguntarle a qué diablos se refería, pero sus labios te besaron más rápido, callando lo que fuera que tuvieras en la cabeza y haciéndote mover contra sus dedos en busca de lo que ambos sabían que tendrían. El miembro de Lyney jugó con tus pliegues antes de entrar al mismo tiempo que sus manos dejaban marcas severas en tu cintura, sus jadeos se quebraron cuando te empezó a empujar fuertemente contra la pared y besaba tu pecho, en donde estaría tu corazón mientras se disculpaba por necesitarte tanto, por amarte tanto que lo único que quería ahora era llenarte hasta que el día acabe. "Te amo, de ve-verdad. Eso no es mentira, mon chéri."

Lyney lloraba por el placer mezclado con la culpa de estar engañándote para que Padre pudiera quitarle la gnosis al arconte Hydro, por haber empezado a visitarte para descubrir la rutina de Furina, por haberte usado hasta enamorarse de ti hasta el punto en que ahora gemía contra tu piel caliente y sudaba contra tu carne, machacando su polla contra tus paredes que apretaban su forma de manera perfecta.

La culpa no superó al placer cuando pintó tus entrañas con su semen y mordió tu cuello hasta dejar una bonita marca rojiza. Sus caderas no se detuvieron y siguió golpeando tus zonas sensibles y mojadas entre beso desordenados. Soltó más frases amorosas contra tu oído, maldiciendo internamente si luego pensabas que eran las mentiras más viles, marcó tu cuerpo para que no lo olvides si lo mandabas al diablo cuando te enteres de su engaño.

"Me dejarás follarte como disculpa, ¿verdad?" Lyney sonrió ante tu rostro bañado en lujuria, con tu perfecto maquillaje corrido y los labios de ambos manchados con labial. "Me aseguraré de follarte tan bien que me perdonar��s todo, déjame mostrártelo."

English:

The Hydro archon had sent you to find cat food in the hopes of getting a little kitten to pet, it seemed like a simple mission compared to the tasks she usually gave you at the most random moments, but you smiled, bowed and followed the order of your lady. You didn't know that as soon as you crossed the corner to go to the kitchen something would intercept you.

An arrow had left the sleeve of your shirt pierced in the wall, the metal did not allow you to free yourself and the smell of fire that singed your clothes alarmed you. From the shadows, someone you had least expected to find appeared among the corridors so close to your archon and that made you sweat more.

Lyney, dressed in his usual magician outfit with a top hat, did not look at you with the usual gallantry that he showed between his shows in which you accompanied the archon Hydro, his flirtatious smile was dead, with a serious expression. He slowly approached you, cornering you against the wall you were on.

"Monsieur Lyney, the use of weapons against me is restricted." You remembered the magician who finally looked you in the eyes, smiling in a strange way.

"Come on, mon chéri, isn't risk the most fun part of our relationship?" Lyney's teasing words hit you savagely in the heart, blushing as his hand reached for your chin to get a better look. "We'd talked about something like this before, or did I come at the wrong time?"

You couldn't keep Furina waiting for so long or she would throw a tantrum, but Lyney's hands on your waist and his lips on your neck felt more intoxicating than the previous times the magician snuck into your room for a carnal encounter. His skillful fingers untied your corset and you could only grab his neck with one arm to bring him closer to kiss his lips. His serious expression gave you a disturbing sign that he wouldn't let you go for a long time, and he confirmed it when he removed the arrow from your sleeve and took you into a nearby room, a warehouse where he pressed you against the wall while he dropped the outfit you wore as Furina's lady-in-waiting. The long skirt fell to the floor next to the corset and the singed shirt, the undershirt disappeared into the darkness of the closet while Lyney created marks on your breasts.

"I'm sorry if... I came at a bad time." Lyney's words were laced with regret and guilt, but his tone was hungry for as he took one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and his tongue furiously massaging your nipple. He was so needy, it having been weeks since he had last visited you and you both needed each other. "But you can do this for me, right? You can forgive me later."

Lyney's fingers played with your sensitive button through your clothing, staining more and more of the fabric until it was nothing more than a necessary evil that he would move out of the way to touch you deeper with two fingers that moved in and out smeared with moisture.

"Or i-if you want, don't forgive me." You wanted to ask him what the hell he meant, but his lips kissed you faster, hushing whatever was on your mind and making you move against his fingers in search of what you both knew you'd have. Lyney's cock played with your folds before entering at the same time as his hands left severe marks on your waist, his gasps breaking as he began to push you hard against the wall and kissed your chest, where your heart would be as he apologized for needing you so much, for loving you so much that the only thing he wanted now was to fill you until the day is over. "I love you, really. That's not a lie, mon chéri."

Lyney cried out of pleasure mixed with guilt that he was tricking you so that Father could take Hydro Archon's gnosis, that he had started visiting you to discover Furina's routine, that he had used you until he fell in love with you to the point where he was now moaning against your skin hot and sweaty against your flesh, grinding his cock against your walls that squeezed his form perfectly.

The guilt didn't outweigh the pleasure when he painted your insides with his cum and bit your neck until he left a nice reddish mark. His hips didn't stop and he continued hitting your sensitive, wet areas between messy kisses. He blurted out more loving phrases against your ear, internally cursing if you then thought they were the vilest lies, he marked your body so you wouldn't forget it if you sent him to hell when you found out about his deceit.

"You'll let me fuck you as an apology, right?" Lyney smiled at your face bathed in lust, with your perfect makeup smudged and both of your lips stained with lipstick. "I'll make sure to fuck you so good that you'll forgive me for everything, let me show you."

[fortune-fool02]

A False Belief

Las Plagas Luis Serra x female reader

Summary: Despite what Luis believed, he was not purged of the infection. And all that borrowed time had reached its limit. 

Warning: Spoilers for RE 4 Remake. Light angst. Blood. Rough-kissing. Plagas Luis being dark. Emotional manipulation. Potential yandere-themes? Oral-pleasure, reader receiving. 

This came to my mind and I don’t know why but I need to see this precious man become a monster. I haven’t seen any content even hinting to Luis being dark so I decided to do it myself. 

Please enjoy.

One, two, three, in. One, two, three, out. One, two, three, in. One, two, three, out. This sequence repeated in her head slowly, methodically, as she inhaled and exhaled to its instruction, trying to calm her rushing nerves. A coldness coiled along her bones, tightening her veins like springs, making everything feel so ridged and tense. 

The only sound that could be heard was the metal clinking of that lighter, flickering and spinning between his fingers with ease. A flame sparking every now and again before being snuffed out and returning to the spinning rotation. Fingers that held such a loving touch before, a soothing warmth that seemed to steal away pain and worries, filling their space with a comfort. A silent promise that no harm would come to her. Now, those fingers were cold, hard and hollow. Their mere touch enough to make her skin crawl and try to recoil back, only to earn a tight grip, keeping her in place. 

Wherever Leon was, [Name] prayed both he and Ashley were safe, that they were able to find some form of cure for themselves. For Luis. It was something none of them expected, not even the Spaniard himself. Having believed to have purged himself of the Las Plagas parasite, Luis had offered to aid them to find Ashley and rid themselves of the parasite. Though, that plan turned South once he began to act strangely. The signs were there but they were too busy with other priorities. Perhaps if they noticed it sooner, they could have helped him? 

That image was still burned into her mind. That small, brief moment of fear in Luis’ eyes when the blood spilled past his lips and he looked at her, splinters of crimson red piercing his smoke grey eyes. Those thin, black veins breaking across his face. In that moment, the Luis she knew died, and this..., this thing was what remained in place. 

“Oh querida.” He called out, pushing himself up from his spot on the worn couch, moving over to her lightly trembling form on the floor, an almost pitiful look on his face as his red eyes glanced at the bear trap latched onto her leg. The blood had started to dry and coagulate on her leg, the small puddle that had gathered beneath staining the wooden flooring. Luis knelt in front of her, one arm propped onto his knee to hold his chin up as he looked at her. Amusement swirled in those eyes and it sickened her. 

“What am I going to do with you, eh?” He hummed, his thumb and finger gently grabbing her chin but she pulled away, leaning away from his touch entirely. Something flashed in those eyes and a sharp, stinging pain blossomed in her cheek, her head snapping to the side. “Don’t you dare-!” His own words were cut off as his voice softened, his expression twisting into something apologetic as he gently stroked her stinging cheek. 

“I’m sorry, [Name]. Lo lamento.” Those words fell from his lips so softly that he almost seemed genuine. As much as she wanted to believe that, hold onto that hope that her Luis was still in there somewhere, fighting to try and get out. 

“No, you’re not.” She spoke quietly, her eyes refusing to meet his own. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him like this. With a roll of his eyes, that mask slipped off entirely, leaving a bored expression in its place. 

“It’s not my fault you thought it was a funny idea to run away, [Name].” He pulled a cigarette from his packet and lit it, the smoke seeping out from his lips towards her. [Name] held her breath, trying to fight to urge to cough. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that. 

“You could’ve unlocked the damn bear-trap.” The snap wasn’t intentional but the throbbing pain that pulsed in her leg was hard to ignore. His hand gripped her chin again, this time tighter, his nail digging into the skin on her chin, breaking it lightly and drawing little specks of blood. 

“And let you run away again? Don’t be so silly.” His face was so close to hers, the scent of nicotine and his cologne filling her nose along with the underlying smell of blood. His lips brushed against hers, the smoke seeping into her lips and forcing her to pull away and cough, a dark smirk lifting his lips as he watched. Taking another deep inhale of his cigarette, Luis grabbed her hair tightly and forced his lips upon hers, pushing every bit of smoke from his mouth into hers. 

The sharp, dryness spread all inside her mouth, scratching down her throat with rugged pricks, ripping hard coughs that burned slightly. A chuckle rumbled deep inside his chest at this, that smirk ever present. Pulling his hand back, he brought it up to his lips, his tongue lightly dragging along his thumb, lapping up the little specks of blood on his nail, a pleased moan spilling his lips as delight crossed his face. 

“Oh Dios, you tasted delicious, my love.” He all but purred, a shiver running down his spine. [Name] tore her eyes away from him, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest at such words. The way that delighted look sparked something in her that she didn’t want. His tongue slowly moved along his lips, savouring her taste before he finished the cigarette and slowly pushed the end of it down on her leg, his eyes pinning her in place as he did so. 

A pained cry left her lips, her leg trying to pull up and away from the searing pain piercing her leg. Burnt skin filling the air and Luis sighed at the smell, a dreamy smile on his face. 

“I love that smell, querida. I love you. Every bit of you.” [Name] yanked her leg back and tried to kick at Luis’ face, the first strike landing its mark, a pained grunt heard from Luis. She reared her leg back again to kick once more only for him to catch her by the ankle, blood trickling down his nose as the broken feature began to heal itself, the forming bruise vanishing before it had a chance to even fully develop. His eyes darkened as he pulled her leg up and over his shoulder, 

“Now that wasn’t nice of you.” He tutted, his grip on her leg tight as he moved himself between her legs, his eyes roaming her body from the new angle. A spark igniting in his eyes as his hands moved down towards her belt, unbuckling it quickly. 

“No, Luis! No, please! I’m sorry!” Panic had set in, rushing through her system as she squirmed under his grip. As much as she loved Luis, she couldn’t let herself be touched by him like this. 

“Don’t fret, cariño. I’m not going to do anything like that. Yet.” It took a few moments before he slid off her pants, letting them bundle at the bottom of the trapped leg, his gaze turning back to her as he placed her leg back over his shoulder again. His lips lightly brushing up along her skin, a soft hum sending goosebumps along her flesh. Warmth shimmered in her body, threatening to spill down into her gut at his careful movement. Little kisses were placed on her thigh, his teeth finding a spot and biting down, suckling at the tender flesh. 

Soft gasps escaped her, despite her best efforts to keep them back. The light scratchy sensation of his stubble only added to the feeling, sending a tingling warmth through her body, arousal threatening to seep in. 

“L-Luis...” His name spilled past along with another gasps as he pulled back and moved along her thigh more, leaving more little marks and nips in his wake. 

“See? I can make you feel good, [Name].” His voice was lower, huskier, almost a hushed, teasing whisper as she felt him move closer and closer to her core. Her eyes locked on the ceiling, unable to look down at him, knowing doing so wouldn’t help in anyway. “Say you’re mine~” 

The feeling of her underwear slowly sliding down her thighs brought a shiver raking down her spine, a light chill brushing past her followed by the warm feeling of his tongue gently moving along her core, pulling a moan from her. She could hear Luis moan as he pushed himself closer to her, his tongue exploring slowly, savouring every second of her, as his hands on her thighs slowly tightened their grip. 

“Who else can make you feel this good?” He purred between breaths, each little movement of his tongue spending a shard of arousal up through her, her body wanting more, wanting him. “Surely not that Yaqui. No, he couldn’t come close to how good I can make you feel, [Name]~” His lips pressed against her clit, kissing it lightly then slowly circled his tongue around it, making her arch her back and moan in pleasure. Her thighs shook lightly, pressing together against the sides of Luis’ head, earning a pleased groan from the man as he pulled his tongue back. 

“Good girl~” 

[toracainz]

Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts Their Cakehole

Masterlist

Summary: You and Jake decide to go on a road trip.

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Spoilers for Case 63. References to the boys past trauma with water. Mild miscommunication. Verbal conflict due to frustration.

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: I am not fluent by any means in Spanish so if there is anything incorrect please let me know.

A/N: beta read by the wonderful @luvpedropascal and another friend that doesn’t have a tumblr lol.

A/N: this was for a fic exchange for the anniversary of Moon Knight, but as you can see I'm kind of late lol oh well! hope you enjoy!

Translations:

Mira, amor. = Look, love. Corazón = heart Mi tesoro, ¿qué pasa? = My treasure, what’s up? Cariño = Dear Dios, ¿eso es todo? = God, is that all? Lo lamento…realmente. = I’m sorry…really. Amor = love mierda = fuck Se lo juro. = I swear it. Nuestro amor. Nuestro sol. Nuestro corazón. = Our love. Our sun, our heart. luz de mi vida = light of my life

The eerie music of the podcast played in the background as the characters spoke. A man, who was apparently a doctor, talking (though he sounded just like the patient from the earlier part of the podcast) with the confused woman, a doctor herself…from the future?

“Let’s see, ‘Case 63’. It says your name is Eliza Beatrix Knight. You were admitted at 7:22 p.m. on November 24th. You were found naked at JFK airport in one of the bathrooms in Terminal 8 with paranoid ideations and confusion. You told a curious story about the end of the world in the future—“

“But the—the future??” She definitely sounded confused and a bit distressed.

“Yes, the future.” The doctor answered.

“Oh…wait. Wait. Okay. Wh—what year is it now?”

“You don’t know what year it is?”

“What year is it?” The woman repeated, a little agitated.

“It’s 2012, Ms. Knight.”

The only sound, other than the credits of the podcast, was the droning of wheels on pavement as you and Jake headed down the road. You had nearly begged Jake to listen to the podcast after you got back on the road from the last stop. You looked over to Jake, smirking as you studied his stoic, contemplative look. He suddenly let out a huff of a laugh, shifting in the driver's seat a bit.

“What?” you asked him, a little unsure of what to make of his reaction.

“That’s like…2 hours of my life I’ll never get back.”

“What?! Oh come on, you can’t be serious. That was a good show!” You insisted, mock offense on your face (though not entirely mocked).

“Mira, amor. It was…interesting, but just not my kinda thing. I mean, the guy was just bullshitting the whole time.” He shrugged, keeping hold of the steering wheel, his other elbow propped on the ledge of the window.

“Bullshitting??? Ugh, whatever. Putting it back on your old man music. Keep listening to this and I’ll have to put you in a home soon.” You teased as you reopened the music app and started his playlist. Frank Sinatra came to life in the speakers.

“‘Old man music’? These songs are classics and timeless. So are the dance moves.” He smirked glancing over at you, seeing your pout fighting off a grin. “I know you like it when I dance with you, corazón. Don’t hear you complaining then.”

“Because I have you to distract me from it.” Looking at the map on your phone, you tried to see how much further until the next stop.

You and Jake had been planning this trip for a while, just you, him, and the open road. The only thing that wasn’t accounted for, though, was Jake’s determination to pick the music, the snacks, and the places to stop. It wasn’t too obvious at first, especially when he was pointing out some pretty fun locations to go to, but it seemed like any time you made a suggestion, he would try and convince you to do something else. It was cute, with a bit of poking and some laughs about Jake being hard-headed, but the further into this trip you got, the more it started to bother you. Looking at the map, the both of you would be arriving pretty soon at the last motel before making the last trek to the final destination on the trip “itinerary”, Antelope Canyon.

~*~*~*~

Weeks Earlier

After you had mentioned going on a road trip, Jake took it upon himself to check out potential places and possible things to do there. Nothing had been discussed in earnest yet, but Jake's (and his headmates’) curiosity got the better of them. Vegas was discussed, San Francisco, and the Rocky Mountains, among other potential options. It wasn’t until Marc suggested the Grand Canyon that things really started rolling. Jake had in his mind that the Grand Canyon, while grand was honestly boring. He hadn’t expected Steven to agree with him, so the three began to look at other locations.

That’s when they found it. Antelope Canyon. Now that was a destination.

Steven offered to do the research since he actually enjoyed reading endless pages of websites or books, but Jake insisted that he would take care of everything. Looking through hiking reservations and things to do in the area around the canyon, Jake had started to really enjoy planning it all. He just knew you’d be excited for it all.

That is…until he read an article about some of the facts about the canyon and its geography. According to the article, the canyon was prone to flooding. Seeing that word made his blood run cold and his heart begin to pound. When he noticed his hand clenched tightly into a fist he had to consciously relax it. It was fairly understandable that if it rained in the area of the canyon then of course water collected, but the part that worried him and his headmates was that it could be dry in the canyon but rain elsewhere, and the canyon could still have a flash flood. There had even been ladders installed in the canyon for people to grab onto and climb to higher ground. At first, they were wooden, but those broke all too easily. They've since been replaced with metal ladders. Plenty of people had lost their lives to this all too familiar force of nature.

Once Jake learned about this, he began looking heavily into the weather of the area and the best time to go. Planning for the driest possible month that he could and making sure the projected weather was clear as it could be. Jake’s not delusional by any means, he knows that weather can be unpredictable so far in advance, but he had to try. Jake started to check the weather religiously to make sure things would work in his favor. He wasn’t taking any chances, wasn’t going to put the system in danger, and definitely wasn’t going to pull you along with them. He wouldn’t let that happen…not again.

So it was settled. Route. Destination. Activities. And the window of time they had to arrive.

~*~*~*~

Present

You both had been talking about taking a road trip for a while now and it wasn’t until a week or so ago that the two of you started talking and planning in earnest. Jake was the one that picked the route since he insisted on driving the whole way, but to your surprise, he also picked the destination -  even going as far as to look at weather reports for the times that you two would be there. That left you to pick the snacks and the fun touristy stops along the way, giant rubber band ball-type attractions, that’s what road trips are all about right? Hearing you get excited by each new place you found along Jake’s route gave him the softest and warmest smile. This was how every night was spent leading up to the trip, you and him sitting on the couch, your legs over his, or laying in bed, his arm around you and getting giggly from all the excitement, an extended trip with your partner, your Jake.

What you didn’t know, and what you’ve rarely seen, was how Jake was stealing glances at you. He wasn’t exactly the talkative one in the relationship, but he didn’t mind, not when he could just observe and admire your energy. The smile on his face was content like waking up at your own pace in a comfy, warm bed. These simple moments were what Jake enjoyed most, these mundane, everyday moments. He never asked for much and he never needed much, so when he found you and you decided that you would give him your love, well that was all he could have ever asked for.

~*~*~*~

Pulling into the motel parking lot, the silence that Jake thought was comfortable was not so for you. Stewing away at how nitpicky Jake was being, how he was nearly dictating what you both did on the trip with almost no regard to what you wanted. You knew it wasn’t because he was trying to be mean.  Jake liked to have control of situations. Having control meant a certain level of safety, and that’s just how his mind worked, protecting himself, protecting the system…protecting you. What you couldn’t understand was why. What sort of danger could come from the wrong kind of chip or soda being bought at the gas station?

You both grabbed your bags from the trunk and went into the room, starting each of your nightly routines…still, in silence, save for the small T.V.  that had been turned on to some local news station. Then Jake chimed in on what side of the bed he would be sleeping on. You didn’t need him to tell you. You knew he would take the side closest to the window and door, that’s the side he always took.

“I know what side you sleep on. You don’t have to tell me!” you snapped not too unkindly. Funny how the bed would be the final straw. Jake stepped out of the bathroom. He was only half undressed as he was getting ready to shower (he thought showering with you, but the tone in your voice had him second-guessing).

“Mi tesoro, ¿qué pasa? If you want to skip the shower that’s fine, babe, just say so.” He fixed you with a confused look.

“Oh? So that I can decide?”

“Cariño, what are you saying? I don’t play head games, get it out. Start making sense or I’m go–”

“This whole trip…the whole trip, you have been so picky about everything. Where we stop, where we don’t stop, what snacks to get, where to stay and almost every time I suggest something you shoot it down. If it’s not your way it’s the highway is that it?” That was one thing that you were happy for in your relationship with Jake, and it certainly took some time to get to this point. Jake was right, he didn’t like playing head games. He didn’t like the whole “you should know what’s wrong” bit. He was never fully open about his own feelings, but clear communication? He was a staunch advocate. He wanted to know what was wrong, what was right, how he could meet you in the middle, all of it.

Hearing this outburst, his muscles tensed ever so slightly, his jaw tensing more. Jake tossed his shirt on the bed as he came over to his duffel bag, grabbing his toiletries bag, and starting back into the bathroom. “I’ve been picky. Picky. Dios, ¿eso es todo? And that’s what’s got you all worked up, just because I’m picky.”

“Just because. Worked up. This was supposed to be a fun trip and it is, it was! But damn it, Jake, it’s not fun for me when you can’t let go for two seconds. Nothing’s going to happen if we stop at some honey farm or a fruit stand or a fucking huge ball of twine!” The floodgates open, as you let out the building frustration from the past couple of days. It felt good to get it out, so it wasn’t buzzing around in your head any longer. Jake had been leaning against the bathroom counter, shoulders tense and hunched as he looked at himself in the mirror. You don’t know if Marc or Steven has anything to say about your outburst, if he’s listening to them, and right now that’s the least of your concerns.

You could see his jaw flexing and clenching as the gears were turning in his head, trying to come up with something to say.

“You want me to let go? Want me to just let things happen? Fine,” he threw his hands up. “Yeah, I’ll let go as soon as you learn some restraint. Think you can handle that for one more day? Hmm? You knew what you were getting into when you looped me into whatever you want to call this relationship.” He looked at you in the reflection as he grabbed what he needed and went to finally get in the shower.

“Fine. Sounds fantastic. Maybe tomorrow you can work on getting the stick out of your ass and actually enjoy the hike instead of worrying if a lizard’s going to be within thirty feet of us. Yeah, enjoy your shower.” You huff, going and sitting on the bed to watch T.V. while you wait for your turn with the shower. Flipping through the channels didn’t produce anything worth watching so you settled on the news again. Sometimes on the trip, you and Jake would shower together, make out, actually bathe, or both, and just enjoy those little moments. That was not in the plans tonight and you weren’t even sure how the bed situation would work tonight, there being only one, probably not a lot of cuddling.

Relationships have their rocky moments, that’s to be expected to some degree, but talking to each other and coming to an understanding…maybe once you both cool off you can have a more constructive conversation. Until then, you both needed some time to let the emotions come down from their boil, maybe on the drive tomorrow you two could talk, sort things out, otherwise it was going to be a long trip back to New York.

Jake eventually got out of the shower, curls wet and slicked back, and only in his underwear. You were upset with him, so stop looking at him like that…with all his muscles and tan skin and inky curls that started to spring back from their slicked state. You tried to shake it off as you got off the bed without a word to go for your own shower. Jake watched you go and once he heard the water start he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he and his headmates tried to help come up with a way to salvage the trip. Sounds like partly cloudy days in the future.

~*~*~*~

That morning, after a not-so-pleasant night of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, though you're certain at some point in the night you could feel a strong hand gently caressing your shoulder, the two of you packed your things and got back on the road. It wasn’t much further to Antelope Canyon so the drive wasn’t terrible. It was certainly quiet though.

As Jake pulled into a parking space, he was the first to break the silence, gently grabbing your arm, stopping you as you started to get out of the car. When you look back at him it all started to flare up again. He’s stopped you from getting out of the car, decided things for you. You don’t mean to be on edge, it all just feels so raw.

“Lo lamento…realmente.” He says withdrawing his hand, holding it up to show he’s not keeping you, he only meant to get your attention, “We can talk about it on the hike, I just…I wanted to say it now. Before we get out there. I’m not expecting you to forgive me just because I said “I’m sorry”, I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, just ask Marc and Steven…” he paused, not entirely sure what else he could say. He really felt he was difficult to live with and he knew that his hypervigilance could get overbearing, but that’s something he intended to work on.

You listened to him, still feeling that boiling frustration, knowing that he meant it, he always means it. Jake clenched his fist, resting it against the gearshift trying to put the words together. “Let’s get out there…” He nodded, more to himself, gently hitting the gearshift with the side of his fist before getting out of the car to get the backpacks. While you grabbed yours Jake headed over to the information kiosk for maps, a weather radio, and to check in for the hike

~*~*~*~

It’s kind of amazing how being in a place like this could distract from the stresses you both came with. The smooth, waving walls of the canyon in those bright red and orange hues. It looks so ancient, mystical, alien, and absolutely breathtaking. You both were able to relax as you worked your way through trails, well you more than Jake who seemed to be clenching his jaw or muttering to himself (or Marc and Steven) a lot. Whatever it is they’re talking about, you hoped it wouldn't crop up into another argument, not when the hike had been going so well.

And that’s when it happened.

You suggested that you stop for a break, just to drink a little water, maybe eat a snack, take some pictures, or something, but Jake trudges ahead.

“We can go a little further, come on.” He said, pulling ahead now. It was as if the argument and his apology meant absolutely nothing to him. What in the hell was happening?! You never took Jake to go back on his apology or his word. Yes, the man would fib on occasion but he wouldn’t flat out lie like that…not to you.

“What? You have got to be kidding. After all that? For God’s sake, Jake you just couldn’t handle i,t could you? The whole hike you’ve been acting so uptight. Are you even enjoying this? This whole thing was your idea and now you have a look like someone just smelled the most gag-inducing stench.” You weren’t going to let it slide like you had in the car ride, you were going to call him out on it. This was your trip too and you wanted to go out and have fun. Which you were, but having a muttering cloud of gloom accompanying you was not helping.

Jake stopped, tilting his head back and looking to the sky, muttering more things (you couldn’t quite make it out, but it vaguely sounded like Spanish swearing), definitely a bit cloudy now but nothing too bad for now. Slowly, he lowered his head as he turned to look at you, regret clear on his face. “Amor, I swear this is the last time today…I uh, had looked up the trails online—just to be safe—I only meant…mierda…there’s a cool place up ahead. You've probably seen it in pictures, a beam of sunlight coming in…we can break there and after that…” he makes the motion of zipping his lips, tossing away the key, and holding up his hands in surrender.

Well, that was…unexpected. The worst part was, it was a good idea. With a huff you crossed your arms, contemplating the options and the fact that he really did mean what he said…he was trying, but you were still frustrated, and maybe(?)  going to this special place meant that the whole rest of the time Jake would just lighten up and you could actually contribute to the trip.

“Fine. Yeah, fine, let’s go to this “cool place” and we’ll take a break there.” You shook your head, conceding. “But after that, you have to let me have some say, Jake—“

“I will. Se lo juro. Just thought you would like it and taking a break there you can take it all in like you do.”

He stood there waiting for you to rejoin the hike. Thankfully the place wasn’t much further, just as he said, and you looked around in awe at how nature could make such enchanting views. You were enjoying it and taking it all in, just as he said.

You both started to take off your backpacks, taking out a blanket and some snacks and drinks for the little makeshift rest stop this little place was about to become. The thing that was most mesmerizing was the beam of light in question, and yet again, he was right. You stood there drinking your water watching this marvel of nature, this beam of light so precise and almost like a sspotlight The sunlight almost looked tangible, so letting the inner kid in you come out for a little fun, you stuck your hand into the sunlight. That wonderful, imaginative part of you almost expected to feel it, well feel something other than the warmth it brought. Like it should have been hard like a stone column or fluid yet weighty like a stream or waterfall.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you. This is a really cool place to rest for a bit. Sorry for blowing up like that again. If you know any more places like this we should stop at, let’s make a plan okay? Together. We’re supposed to be enjoying the hike right? Just like you s—“

When you turned to look at him, you were met with a sight that that imaginative part of you was absolutely not expecting.

Jake.

Down.

On one knee.

Holding a small, velvet-covered box.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just gaped at the sight. Nerves were clear on his face as he opened the little box.

“Nuestro amor. Nuestro sol. Nuestro corazón. I know now that I wasn't being fair to you on this trip and I truly am sorry. You’ve put up with me, with Marc, and Steven when we were absolutely not the easiest to put up with. You accepted us, all of us, and everything that comes with being with someone like us…and we couldn’t be more thankful to have such a patient, loving, and strong partner. Because God knows you have to be strong to have to deal with three grown man-children.” Jake chuckles breathily, hoping the joke would help his nerves (it didn’t), not until he heard you chuckle too. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly, letting that little moment of levity give him the breathing room for what was about to come next.

“Will you marry us?”

You stood there still stunned, but now tears were trickling down your cheeks. Yeah, there was a lot to deal with, mostly due to their collective tempers and vastly different ways of doing things among other quirks…but you weren’t perfect, not by a long shot. There were plenty of things you did or said that they had to put up with too. But that’s the beauty of it, right? People are flawed. They mess up. They find someone to love them and they grow together…to work at being together, because it’s not easy, nothing in life is ever easy…but loving them…even after every argument, disagreement, or misplaced frustration…that was easy. How could you not?

You stepped closer to Jake. The last of the system that you met and once you had, everything just felt complete. Now, here he was before you, on behalf of himself and his headmates, asking you to love them for the rest of their lives. And you said yes…how could you not? You said yes again, nodding your head as he came to his feet, a nervous smirk blooming into an ecstatic grin as he plucked the ring from its box and slipped it on your finger.

It was a simple silver band with three diamonds set into it…one for each of them. You held up your trembling hand to admire it, your heart thrumming with what it represented. Looking at Jake, you wrapped your arms around him, as he did the same to you, your lips meeting each other. So much love and passion shared between you. It felt too soon when you both pulled away to catch your breath. When you looked into his eyes you saw his own tears threatening to slip away and down his cheeks, and you also saw the tenderness and deep love that he and his headmates shared for you.

After another kiss (and another), you both stand there in the beauty of the moment.

“I love you,” you finally say.

“I love you too, luz de mi vida. Like you wouldn’t believe. So much, that I made sure to plan as much of the trip as I could to try and make it memorable…turns out I made it exhausting and should have just had you help plan it.” Jake couldn’t wipe the smile from his face if he tried, you said yes and now you had the rest of your lives to plan more trips.

“Definitely should have consulted me. I have a keen sense for adventure, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And we have plenty of time to plan trips, annoy each other, love each other…and on the ride back, we will be having the best adventure.” You smile wide before Jake leans in, giving you another kiss which you happily reciprocate.

“I can’t wait.”

A/N: Antelope Canyon has a tendency to flood. This can apparently happen even if the rain occurred miles away. The boys were not only nervous about the proposal but also flooding, hence the weather research, monitoring, and radio.

taglist: @spacecowboyhotch @marc-spectorr @juneknight @mccn-bcys

[silver-gm]

(very minor cassette beasts spoilers)

It's just occurred to me how amazing it is that, to fight Lamento Mori, Archangel of Death, you have to use the Konami Code, which grants you unlimited lives

[cadeloverforever]

Hello!, today I bring one from Scorpion ! I hope you like it! I think I'll do another Geras one and if not can you give me character recommendations? 😓, I really don't know who to write about anymore, I'm sorry if it's too short! :''v (La versión en español está en esta misma publicación!)

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Scorpion (Kuai Liang) Headcanon!

✭ The opposite of Bi-Han, his body temperature is very VERY hot, sometimes when he hugs you you literally feel like you are inside an oven, very efficient in winter.

✭He met you thanks to Thomás, you were friends with Thomás a few years ago, he literally loved it when you accompanied Thomas to arrive after a friend's outing and all those times he tried to subtly impress you by exercising or when you arrived and Bi-Han just looked at him while raised an eyebrow

✭ Thomas, at his request, I present him to you on an outing of the three of them. He spent his entire outing making dad jokes.

✭I feel like he loves going to festivals and that kind of stuff with you, he would literally win ALL the awards you want, he is the fear of trap games.

✭One day you asked him if he could cook meat or something similar with his powers and he said "well, I've never tried it so I can remember it, we can try it, why not?" SPOILER they ended up burning meat until it was charred

✭He is the big spoon, he would hug you like you were going somewhere

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¡Hola!, hoy les traigo uno de Scorpion! ¡Espero que te guste! Creo que haré otro de Geras y si no, ¿puedes darme recomendaciones de personajes? 😓, realmente ya no sé sobre quién escribir, lamento mucho si está muy corto! :''v

Scorpion (Kuai Liang) Headcanon!

✭ Lo opuesto a Bi-Han, su temperatura corporal es MUY alta, a veces cuando te abraza literalmente te sientes como si estuvieras dentro de un horno, muy eficiente en invierno.

✭Te conoció gracias a Thomás, eras amigo de Thomás hace unos años, literalmente le encantaba cuando acompañabas a Thomas a llegar después de la salida de un amigo y todas esas veces intentaba impresionarte sutilmente haciendo ejercicio o cuando llegabas y Bi. -Solo lo han mirado mientras levantaban una ceja.

✭ Tomás, a petición suya, os lo presento en un paseo de los tres. Pasó toda su salida haciendo bromas a papá.

✭Siento que le encanta ir a festivales y ese tipo de cosas contigo, literalmente ganaría TODOS los premios que quieras, tiene miedo a los juegos de trampa.

✭Un día le preguntaste si podía cocinar carne o algo similar con sus poderes y te dijo "bueno, nunca lo he probado así que lo recuerdo, podemos intentarlo, ¿por qué no?" SPOILER terminaron quemando carne hasta carbonizarla

✭Él es la cuchara grande, te abrazaría como si fueras a algún lado

[yukirayu]

This exhausted me for about a month, but I’ve finally finished it!

I’ve translated the Lamento drama CD which covers the aftermath of Bardo’s route, a.k.a. the only Lamento drama CD that had yet to be translated. And all tracks are linked in a single Google doc file.

Link: Lamento Drama CD: Bardo (Volume 3)

Disclaimers:

I can’t guarantee that this translation is 100% accurate. I needed a lot of help from both MTL and my own understanding of the general context of the scenes to figure out the complete dialogue, or at least attempt to, but I did my best for it to make sense. But even in spite of my best attempts, I’m not completely confident in the translation. If any of you notice something that is off or could be better translated, feel free to inform me about it and I’ll make the necessary corrections as soon as possible.

As previously said, this drama CD is set after the main events of Bardo’s route, so there are some spoilers abound. So if you listen to this but you have yet to play his route, let alone the game, you might be confused as to what’s going on.

AND AS A BONUS...

I previously created a post that compiled the links of my translation for each track of Taku's drama CD (from N+C latest VN, Slow Damage, to those who don't know yet). Each translation per track was in a separate Google doc, however.

So I compiled all the translations into a single document, and added some improvements and edits. You can also download it as a PDF, and each track is linked to make it easy for you to navigate.

Link: Slow Damage Drama CD: Taku AfterStory (Complete)

The original links are still there for reference's sake. This new link, however, also contains the translation (or at least edited MTL) for the lyrics of the ending theme of the drama CD, "predawn".

So with that, I bid all N+C fans, Lamento and Slow Damage hardcore fans, and ossan lovers a "Enjoy the drama CDs!".

[perilegs]

ok i think lamento should be awarded with the prize of worst lube in fiction

[kenyakoblog]

ALERTA DE SPOILER DIGIMON 02 THE BEGINNING (KENYAKO) PART 7

COMO FIEL SEGUIDORA DE LA PAREJA CANÓNICA KEN X MIYAKO, AYER ASISTÍ AL ESTRENO DE LA PELÍCULA PARA VER QUITARME ESA GRAN DUDAS QUE SUPONGO TODOS TENEMOS, ¿CÓMO INICIO LA RELACION DE ESTOS 2 PERSONAJES?

HAY UNA COSA QUE KEN Y MIYAKO TIENEN EN COMÚN... Y DAISUKE SIEMPRE ESTÁ INVOLUCRADO EN ESTO

LAST EVOLUTION KIZUNA

DIGIMON 02 THE BEGINNING

MIYAKO: TE ENCUENTRAS BIEN?

KEN: SI, LAMENTO QUE TE HAYAS PREOCUPADO

MIYAKO: TODOS NOS PREOCUPAMOS CUANDO TE VIMOS CAER, MENOS MAL QUE PASASTE POR EL DIGITAMA SIN NINGUN INCIDENTE

[thegoldenlittlerose]

Okay Spoilers for the new video (I haven't watched all the way I still don't like his audios but I know enough to say this) in spanish.

A partir de ahora Vega es el verdadero Viejo sabroso del Redactedverse.

Lo lamento Will te sacaron el puesto

[wyvern-flames]

Rrha guwo ga tie la (En esta inmensa furia) Lamenza echrra (Contendré los lamentos y resonaré con ellos)

|| Semi-Selective Indie Clive Rosfield from Final Fantasy XVI. Heavy spoilers ahead (they are tagged.) OC, Duplicate, Crossover, and Canon Friendly ! Miscellaneous verses (with spoilers) made available soon ! ||

jyel,faf, jenhah, beja, guwo, gauzewiga... (Soledad, miedo, desgracia, corrupción, furia, desesperación...)

[windchimeplays]

wind. they/them. 20↑.

currently revamping the entire blog!!!

a gameplay sideblog for archive purposes by @luyepiaofeng. i post rants, high res pics and rarely videos of my gameplays. asks will always be open but will only strictly about games i had played or whatever and will only reply to certain comments. if you have anything else you want to inquire, please submit an ask to my main blog or @oyasufeng for sims 4 instead. potential 18+/nsfw including sexual themes, gore & violence (mute #natsfw + community labels). sensitive topics. not leaks & spoiler-free.

⊹ currently playing ; stardew valley & fields of mistria

⊹ status ; sick and tired of sims 4

⊹ layout ; lavendergalactic

navigation

asks | resources | minecraft resources | stardew valley resources | sdv naver mods * | specs

* if you don’t have a naver account but would like to use a sdv mod from there, send an ask without turning on anon and i will share to you privately!

contents

sims 4 | minecraft | lamento | sweet pool | togainu no chi | dmmd | slow damage | n+c games | tiny glade | others

gameplays

hi3 | genshin | hsr | zzz | wuthering waves | r1999 | love and deepspace | stardew valley | fields of mistria | palia | naraka: bladepoint | prg | path to nowhere

[dondetodobrilla]

Reflexiones de domingo (14 de Mayo)

Y ahí estaba, haciendo declaraciones de amor pasado que en realidad eran de amor presente, pero decir "te quise" fue más fácil que decir "te quiero"

Y esta frase de final de libro de todo es fuego ha sido el detonante de todo.

¿Alguna vez habéis tenido la sensación (el sentimiento, más bien) de que habéis dejado escapar al amor de vuestra vida?

Yo sí, desde hace unos siete años, con bastante frecuencia.

De hecho, fui yo, en primera persona, en afirmativo y con todas las dudas del mundo quien le dio portazo con la típica excusa de "ya no me haces bien".

Y ¿por qué os cuento esto?

Porque no me gustaría que nadie dejase escapar al amor de su vida por miedo a... que se resume en "por miedo a ser demasiado feliz y que se acabe, y entonces la hostia sea tan grande que no sepas ni cómo seguir respirando".

Permitidme que os haga un ligero spoiler: dejar al amor de tu vida por miedo a todas las cosas que se te puedan ocurrir y más allá hasta el infinito también duele hasta el punto de no saber cómo ser capaz de seguir respirando.

Al final se supera, como todo en esta vida. Pero ¿sabéis qué es lo peor? que no sabréis que estáis dejando escapar al amor de vuestra vida hasta que lo dejéis escapar, porque no valoramos lo que tenemos hasta que deja de formar parte de ella.

Pero ¿sabéis lo más curioso de todo? que esa persona a la que dejáis marchar, a la que hacéis daño tan gratuitamente como para joderos vosotros/as mismos/as en el intento, no siempre es la que más sufre, pero con frecuencia es la primera (y la única) que rehace su vida.

Y diréis..."esta tía es gilipollas"

Pues sí, probablemente lo fui. ¿Qué coño? LO FUI.

Pero tiempo después entendí que, sin saberlo, tomé la mejor decisión posible para que esa persona pudiese vivir la vida a su manera, que desgraciadamente no iba a ser la mía. No quería atar a nadie a mis síntomas, a mis pruebas médicas, a mis días en casa, a lo que la vida me tenía preparado. A lo que, si has llegado hasta aquí, ya conocerás.

Y me dolió. Coño que si dolió...sobretodo porque fui egoísta y después del mazazo que le dí aún me quedé esperando que luchase por mí. Yo, que le dejé sin esperanza alguna. A veces, las palabras son peores que las balas.

Pero no, no volvió.

Lo único que ayudó a paliar ese dolor (por si no tuviera pocos, me añadí uno más) fue ver como rehacía su vida, la vida que él quería, con personas que le llenaban. No como yo (que quizá durante un tiempo le llené, para vaciarlo de golpe después).

Supongo que hay personas que nacen para el amor. No es mi caso. Y no me lamento. Tiempo atrás me atormentó, ahora ya no.

La relación que precedía al amor de mi vida fue todavía más pintoresca. No duró demasiado, pero lo justo para querer sin que me quisieran, al menos no del mismo modo. Fui la tercera en discordia, a sabiendas. Algunos pensaréis que es inadmisible. Yo únicamente puedo defenderos el poliamor en campos opuestos. Él quería a otra, y yo lo sabía, pero también tenía algo conmigo que no tenía con ella, y yo tenía algo con él, que era más de lo que él quería, y menos de lo que ella pudiera haber imaginado si se hubiera enterado de que entre nosotros había una tapa que cubría el vacío de su relación.

Él era una de las mejores personas que han pasado por mi vida, y yo, por el bien común (el de ella, el de él y probablemente también el mío) decidí quitarme del medio en el momento en que me dí cuenta de que me estaba enamorando de la persona equivocada, y no porque no mereciera mi amor, sinó porque cuando volvía a casa, esta no estaba vacía.

Él nunca supo el motivo real de mi alejamiento. Bueno, más bien, de mi desaparición. Porque hice bomba de humo. Fú como los gatos, pero en silencio. Puedo afirmar que a día de hoy sigue siendo una bellísima persona, y que en esta ocasión SI que tomé la decisión correcta, por él, por ella, aunque no por mí.

Ha habido algún que otro hombre más en mi vida, pero los empaco en el saco de "personas que pasan por tu vida sin dejar huella" o "personas que pasan por tu vida para acabar saliendo de ella sin pena ni gloria".

Como veréis, nunca supe querer, pero moriré afirmando que yo sí que he sido querida.

No creo que ninguno de mis dos hombres reseñables lleguen hasta este pequeño blog, pero si lo hacen, no me cabe duda que se sentirán identificados con estas palabras. Comparten inicial y nombre, curiosidades de la vida. Los hombres cuyo nombre empieza por J son de fiar.

Si has llegado hasta aquí, hasta estas palabras, te mereces una ola (porque lo de la reflexión dominguera se me ha ido un poquito de las manos).

Si has llegado hasta aquí, espero que hablar de mi vida amorosa de mierda en público y contarte cómo la he cagado dos veces seguidas sirva para hacerte reflexionar sobre lo verdaderamente importante en el amor:

Si puedes ser tú misma, ahí es.

Si te sientes querida, ahí es.

Y que te la sude todo lo demás.