#lo siento....

[khvis]

📍 duomo (metro de milán)

' entonces para llegar al castello sforzesco... ¿tengo que bajarme en la siguiente? ' observa en la pared del metro, viendo la cantidad de líneas, caminos y números en un idioma desconocido que lo tiene confundido y, para ser honesto, un tanto nervioso por perderse. además que se vio obligado a entrar en el metro por la lluvia afuera que amenazaba con volar su paraguas. ' ¿sabes cuál es la estación que va al castillo? ' reconoce atuendo de reojo, por eso pregunta a quién pasa por ahí.

[mapsofnonexistentplaces]

cas: vengeful abstract ghost. was killed by mazin and spends a lot of time sending out visions down to the train itself, hinting that mazin should be killed in turn. extremely relaxed and kind in basically any other circumstance. she's a flamenco dancer and professional stuntsman and blends the two disciplines into eccentric public performances. motifs are dwarf planets and the sun

ulises: professional microbiologist who's self-tutored herself into becoming a doctor. it's important on the train. also handling the investigation of various portals into other dimensions, studying their environments. she easily loses focus, and mitigates her boredom by playing digital chess matches in the midst of working. she does her best to help others out, even if she can be somewhat overbearing at times. her favorite animals are horses. her favorite chess piece is the rook. motifs are board games, chess, puzzles, you get it

[luanggie]

[elladooscurodelaluna]

Todo ese amor que sentiste por él, fue un reflejo de ti, porque eso es tuyo. Tú eres la que tiene esa magia y en donde tú existas y lo compartas lo verás. No es él, eres tú.

[easchiavi]

[kristiliqua]

THE POLYCULE IS BACK ON !!!!!!! (EL POLÍCULO ESTÁ DE VUELTA !!!!!!!!!)

[cenizas-del-sol]

Nunca entenderás cuánta tristeza e ira me costó ser así de tranquilo.

~ Z

[gummy-sweet]

Dile a tu silencio que no me grite tanto, ya entendí, ya me voy.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

The wip for this comic had been sitting in my comp for two years and after redrawing most it I finally got around to finishing it. So Happy Birthday Nagito. It only took two years but here it is.

[pinkydoggy83]

🧡🐟 — Cringe

ENG: Future Lil Petey would be a comic artist. So now I can project myself onto him as an artist

ESP: El futuro Lil Petey sería un artista de cómics. Así que ahora puedo proyectarme en él como artista

[iaoria]

¿Por qué algo tan importante para mí, es tan insignificante para ti?

— Sofía. ᥫ᭡

[kxsagi]

“𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨”

a/n: this original drabble was inspired by lo que siento by cuco and tkm (te quiero mucho) by boy pablo, i love those songs so much with all of my heart

(art by RUWAL_)

it’s been three months since the breakup, and you’re finally in madrid. it was a spontaneous decision, born out of a need to break free and just... breathe. to escape the remnants of the past and find something new, even if that something is just a new city to explore. you’ve always wanted to travel solo, and now, finally, you’re here, wandering the bustling streets, taking in the sights and sounds of this vibrant city. 

it’s your first evening in madrid, and you’re standing in the middle of a bustling street, completely overwhelmed by the energy of the city. everything’s so alive – people chatting, the clinking of glasses from nearby outdoor cafés, and the distant hum of traffic. you had always dreamed of visiting spain, but now that you’re here, the magnitude of it all is almost too much to take in. 

you’ve just finished a long day of sightseeing, and now you’re on your way back to your hotel. you're walking aimlessly, trying to let the city’s charm work its magic on you, hoping it’ll distract from the bittersweet feeling that’s been lingering ever since the breakup. madrid is supposed to be your fresh start, but part of you is still holding on to the past. 

as you cross the street, you feel something shift. a subtle change in the air, a pull toward something. your feet slow down, and you look up, eyes catching a glimpse of a small plaza ahead. something about it feels different, like it's calling to you. you step off the sidewalk, deciding to check it out. 

what you don’t expect is to nearly bump into someone as you step into the square. 

you stumble back instinctively, almost spilling the drink in your hand, but the person you bumped into is quick. their hand shoots out, steadying you with a firm grip on your lower back. 

“careful,” the voice says. it’s deep, smooth, almost too smooth, and when you finally look up, you meet the gaze of none other than sae itoshi, the famous real madrid player. 

you freeze. the city blurs around you. 

sae is standing there, effortlessly perfect in a simple black jacket and jeans, his striking features even more captivating up close. his dark eyes lock with yours, and for a moment, it feels like time slows down. his gaze softens as he pulls his hand away from your back, but not without a lingering warmth that leaves you breathless. 

“sorry about that,” he says, his voice calm but laced with an undeniable confidence. ��didn’t see you there.” 

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. “uh, no, it’s fine. i wasn’t watching where i was going either.” 

he chuckles, the sound smooth and rich, and it sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. it surprises you that he could make a sound like that after seeing all of his dismissive public interviews. or maybe that’s just press. 

“are you new to madrid? you look a little lost.” 

you nod, trying to regain your composure. “yeah. just got here today.” 

he eyes you for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. then he offers a smile that seems genuine, making him look different from the version on TV. “it’s a beautiful city. but it can be overwhelming when you first arrive. i’m sae, by the way.” 

you extend your hand, slightly flustered. “i know who you are,” you say, feeling a little sheepish. “big fan of real madrid.” 

his lips quirk into a smile. “i’m glad. but you know, i’m just a regular guy here. don’t let the fame fool you.” 

you can’t help but laugh, and there’s a spark in his eyes when he sees the reaction. “so, where are you headed?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “looks like you’re in need of some directions.” 

“uh, i’m just trying to get back to my hotel,” you reply, slightly flustered. “but honestly, i’m kind of enjoying getting lost.” 

“getting lost can be a good thing,” sae says, his voice softening. “sometimes, you find things you didn’t expect. like new places, or even new people.” 

you’re caught off guard by how much the simple statement resonates with you. it’s like he’s speaking to something deep inside you, something you’ve been trying to ignore. 

you glance at him, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, there’s a quiet understanding between you two. something unspoken, but felt nonetheless. 

“maybe i’ll take a walk with you then,” he says, as if reading your thoughts. “show you around a bit.” 

you smile, the weight in your chest lifting just a little. “sure. i’d like that.” 

as you both walk through the cobblestone streets of madrid, sae’s presence feels both comforting and thrilling. he talks about the city, sharing stories of his favorite spots and even cracking a few jokes about how much of a tourist trap certain areas are. you find yourself laughing freely, something you haven’t done in a while. 

it’s strange. this feeling between you two is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. sae’s the kind of person who exudes confidence, but there’s something more to him than just the public persona. he listens when you speak, his teal eyes focused entirely on you, as if the world around him doesn’t exist for those few moments. 

as you continue walking, you pass an old-fashioned little tapas bar, and he stops, turning toward you with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“you hungry?” he asks, gesturing to the bar. “i know this place. best croquetas in madrid.” 

your stomach growls involuntarily, and you laugh, slightly embarrassed. “sounds perfect.” 

“good. i’ll treat you.” 

there’s something in his tone – casual, but there’s a warmth in the way he says it that makes you feel like he’s genuinely enjoying your company. he opens the door for you, and as you step inside, you notice how everything feels just a little more alive, a little more brighter, in his presence. 

over the next couple of hours, you talk and laugh more than you thought possible. sae’s charm is undeniable, but there’s something deeper in the way he looks at you, the way he listens. you realize, maybe for the first time in months, that you’re not as lost as you thought. maybe, just maybe, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. 

and as the evening comes to an end, sae walks you back to your hotel, his hand brushing against yours in a way that feels deliberate, but still gentle. 

“so,” he says, his voice low, “i’m glad we met tonight. you seem like someone who’s got a good heart.” 

you blink, surprised by the sincerity in his words. “thanks. i... didn’t expect to meet you, but i’m glad we did.” 

“me too,” he says with a grin, his eyes softening. “maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s just madrid being a small world. but i’d like to see you again.” 

your heart flutters in your chest, and for the first time in a while, you feel a spark of something real, something you weren’t expecting. 

“i’d like that too,” you say softly, your smile genuine. 

and as he turns to leave after giving you his number, there’s no doubt in your mind that, against all odds, sae itoshi had fallen for you the moment he saw you, and somehow, in the midst of it all, you’d fallen for him too. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: THIS FANART DOES THINGS TO ME (sae better watch out bc i exist)

[dariann-garcia]

𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔩:

“No me importaría perderme si, al final de este caos, pudiese decir que cada fragmento de mi ser te perteneció”.

—Dariann García.

[easchiavi]

[estigmxs]

Las peores decisiones las tomamos estando tristes, pero las mejores, también.

El dolor siempre será necesario.

[rogdona]