#versiones de mí

[arte-inmortal]

De mí para Rosa 🤗💖

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Romanos 12:2 No se amolden a los criterios de este mundo; al contrario, déjense transformar y renueven su interior de tal manera que sepan apreciar lo que Dios quiere, es decir, lo bueno, lo que le es grato, lo perfecto.

Don't be like the people of this world, but let God change the way you think. Then you will know how to do everything that is good and pleasing to him. — Romans 12:2 | La Palabra: El Mensaje de Dios para mí (BLP) and Contemporary English Version (CEV) Biblia La Palabra: El mensaje de Dios para mí, Sociedad Bíblica de España and Contemporary English Version Bible © 1995 by American Bible Society Cross References: Ezra 10:11; Matthew 13:22; Mark 4:19; Galatians 1:4; Ephesians 4:23-24; Ephesians 5:10

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Romans 12:2 Commentaries

[inodorodepapas]

¿a veces se usa "creer" en vez de "confiar"?

Por ejemplo, la letra original en inglés:

I believe in God and I believe that God believes in Claude (that's me)

Versión 1 (de Argentina):

Confío en Dios y creo que en Dios confía en Claude (soy yo)

Versión 2 (de España)

Creo que hay un Dios y ya que existe un Dios que cree en Claude (en mí)

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¿Por qué la gente confía en figuras religiosas pero figuras religiosas creen en la gente?

[solar-wing]

⚣ Paralyzed 🕷️

⚣🕷️ A/N → so the yandere/whump fic starring our very own Miguel O'Hara becomes a reality. watching his scenes back in the movie really gets you thinking. Either way definitely will be doing more content with him. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Yandere Miguel O'Hara | Darling Male Reader | Reader is Spiderman in their dimension | Abduction/Kidnapping | Forced Paralysis |Bondage | Emotional & Mental Manipulation |

⚣🕷️ Summary → He should've seen the signs. Should have paid attention to the warnings. If he'd been aware of what he was capable of, he could've been prepared, or at least gotten away safely. Then again, an obsession was something people didn't just give up easily, especially Miguel O'Hara.

⚣🕷️ Words → 2.6K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

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The signs were clear from the beginning.

All he could think about as his body lay limp was how he missed, or rather ignored every single sign that led to this. Every red flag that was warning him of this moment as the cause of his current paralyzed state kneeled behind him, propping his body up while fastening and securing the scarlet-red web bonds around his body.

“No more running. No more hiding. No volverás a escaparte de mí, cariño.”

The words were not met without merit. From his securely tied legs to the red webs wrapped around his body keeping his arms trapped to his sides, his captor took away any possibility of an escape attempt. He'd lost him once, and he would allow even the slightest chance of losing him again to exist in this dimension or any other for that matter.

It didn't stop him from trying though as he struggled, doing his best to will his body into healing and purging the paralytic toxins from his blood so he could regain his mobility. But, it was no use.

His fate had been set in stone as he was lifted off the ground and placed on the hulking man's shoulder, carried out of the motel room he’d been hiding staying in, the last view of his freedom slipping away farther and farther. Now, it was back to a life of captivity and restrictions all around him, bound to someone he would never love, but who would never not love him.

Had Y/N known Miguel O’Hara, aka Spiderman 2099, would have turned out to be an obsessive and demented mental case, determined to live out his failed love life through him, he'd have thought twice before accepting the Spider's invitation to join his team. Heck, he never would've even showed up to that damn fight with that anomaly on his Earth all that time ago that led to all this.

*13 Months Ago*

Y/N could hear the static noise from the police scanner that was in his book bag, ears perking at the voice coming on the other side detailing an incident or attack at Madison Square Garden, where his dad and other police were working security detail for an event. From the description, it sounded like Kraven, only Y/N couldn't think of a reason why he would attack such a massive event when his usual goal was always to capture him.

However, when Y/N arrived on the scene after getting the police and his dad out of harm's way, he was surprised to see that whoever the Kraven that he knew was not the Kraven attacking the event center. In fact, he wasn't even sure this was Kraven, though he had the same attire. This guy was massive, built like a giant, and dressed like a caveman or Neanderthal.

He apparently shared similar abilities to the hunter he knew, able to track him and move fast, but unlike his usual counterpart, the one in front of him seemed to be stronger. And it would seem he knew him too or at least another version of him if the way he started screaming "Spider! Spider! Spider," over and over again, switching his focus from attacking random attendees and venue staff to now trying to catch him.

Of course, different person, with different tactics, ones Y/N was not used to as he leaped, dodged, and fought with the primate Kraven in the event center, the guy seemingly trying less to straight up kill him and more trying to capture him. Maybe not that different from his Kraven at all.

After some more time and failed attempts, the primate hunter seemed to realize he wouldn't be able to catch him or his web the way he was trying and instead changed tactics, making a break for the door. Panicking at the thought of this guy getting loose in his city, he without thinking rationally went after him only to fall right into hunter's trap when he found himself getting tackled into a wall after the guy jumped out of his hiding spot when he realized his lure worked.

His mind was fuzzy as the hunter held him against the wall by his neck, his feet not touching the ground. He was struggling to breathe and was trying to free his wrists from the tight grip they were being held in.

"Caught you, Spider," the hunter chuckled, squeezing tighter, his large fingers digging into the flesh of his neck as he lifted him off the wall and held him in the air. Y/N's eyes were wide with fear, his hands holding on the wrists of the hunter as he struggled to breathe and keep himself up.

Suddenly, he was over the hunter's shoulder, his vision blurry from the lack of oxygen and the rapid movement.

"Let me go!" He heard a raspy voice shout, and it took him a minute to register that it was his own. He was kicking and fighting, but the hunter held him tightly, not allowing him any chance of escape.

The hunter walked slowly through the empty hallways of the arena as the sound of police sirens rang outside, seemingly overwhelmed by all the noises around him but still looking for something. "Den. Home. This not home," he grumbled, his voice deep and low.

"No kidding," He mumbled, continuing his struggle as he was carried.

The hunter's hand gripped the back of his knees, squeezing slightly in warning. "Find den. Go home."

When they made it to the stadium center, Kraven stood at the top of a staircase looking around while the Spider looked for a way out. While he was looking, he found himself abruptly, on the ground and no longer being held by the hunter, who seemed to be having some uncontrollable, tweaking moment.

Weird, but convenient until the Hunter grabbed him again before he could web away to a safe distance. Suddenly, just behind where they came from, something bright and wide appeared in the middle of the path, swirling with colors, like a portal.

"What the..." He didn't get a chance to finish before the hunter turned around to also observe the phenomenon, a loud whirring coming from it before a red and blue figure suddenly shot out of the portal, tackling the primate Kraven, causing him to drop the Spider again.

Serves him right.

When Y/N made his way down to the floor, he came across his savior, standing up from the ground with a digital cape that dematerialized as he stood up to his full height. His head turned slightly to the approaching Spiderwing behind him cautiously.

"Okay, weird and spontaneous entrance aside, and thanks for the save, but who the heck are you?" Y/N asked.

"Classified," the man, Miguel said, his voice was gruff, and his demeanor overly serious and imposing.

Y/N held a hand to his chin, analyzing the man before him, "Blue Assassin?"

"No," the man replied.

"The Red Caped Crusader?"

"No, I'm–"

"Attitude Dracula?"

"No, stop–"

"Cyber Luchador?"

"No, I'm from a different dimension," Miguel interrupted, his irritation growing.

"A different dimension?" Y/N feigned shock, "Yeah, that's not as shocking as you think it is, big guy."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, what? How are you not freaked out by this? I just came out of a dimensional portal in the middle of a public arena and you're not surprised?"

"Dude, I got bit by a radioactive spider, got superhuman abilities, and fight crazy idiots on a regular basis who come up with all sorts of hair-brained schemes. Plus, I watch a ridiculous amount of SCI-FI and supernatural shows and movies. Different dimensions are really not as plot-twisting as you think it is. Now, back to the important questions...Emo Daffy?"

"Not funny," The man interjected, "My name is Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spiderman in my dimension like you are in yours."

"So, not Emo Daffy then? Huh, that name would've suited better," Y/N smirked, earning a glare from Miguel as he looked him over, noticing the watch on his wrist, "Oh, nice watch. That how you dimension hop?" He asked, reaching for the watch.

"It's much cooler than a watch," Miguel replied, reaching his wrist back to keep the smaller Spider at bay.

"Yikes, sensitive much? Well, nice to meet you, Miguel. But, there's a confused and brutish caveman hunter probably stomping around, that I should get back to dealing with, so if you don't mind," He pointed toward the direction they came from.

"From what I saw before I came in, better you stay out of the way.. I'll take it from here," Miguel responded, not so subtly shading him for his earlier 'position' with the hunter, who speaking of, was slowly creeping up behind the red-and-blue masked Spider.

"No problem, knock yourself out," Y/N said leaning to the side.

"Huh, why are you saying it like that?"

Y/N stepped to the side as a very pissed-off hunter charged and tackled him from behind, chuckling a little when Miguel yelled at him for not being funny before going to help.

With the added backup now (not that he needed it), Y/N could better focus his attacks now that the hunter's full attention was on him. And since his sudden new partner seemed to know more about this than he did, he got a little more context.

This version of Kraven was from a dimension where they indeed still lived like primates or cavemen, but still had their own developed societies. That world's version of Spiderman was this Kraven's target, that part remained consistent.

However, the reasons he was trying to capture the Spider may have been a little different than what Y/N was expecting. Suddenly, he found himself a bit more grateful for Emo Daffy's appearance.

But, despite their initial introduction, the two Spiders were able to work well together, and with this Kraven having no experience against their weapons and abilities, especially Miguel's, they were able to take him down fairly quickly. Y/N had missed the part where the Spiderman from 2099 used a more special ability to incapacitate the hunter, making it easier to handle him since he couldn't move.

After Miguel had properly secured the hunter, he used the same watch Y/N was ogling earlier to open another portal. Before he left, he delivered some unexpected news to the Earth-6998 Spider.

"Well, that's that. Nice working with you, Spider. Try not to almost get captured next time," he said, in a sarcastic tone.

"Can't help it that I'm such a prize in their eyes," Y/N said.

Despite his joking tone, an air of suspense could be felt by the smaller Spider. Y/N couldn't tell due to the mask, but there was a quick, almost fleeting moment where he could feel Miguel's gaze on him, staring him down. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Yeah, you are," he finally said.

Though, it was definitely plausible that he could've said that in a completely unserious, sarcastic manner as he'd been doing the entire time they'd spent fighting the hunter who was currently hanging over his shoulder (ironic), it didn't feel like it. There was something else there, a hint of emotion that Y/N couldn't pinpoint.

"Yeah, we'll see you around, I guess. Thanks for the help," Y/N said.

"Hold on," the older Spider interjected, "I know you just met me, but have you ever wondered exactly how many others like you are out there?"

"Like me? You mean other spiders? I mean, yeah sure. Pretty sure everyone has had that thought at some point," the younger man joked, "What's your point?"

Hence, the beginning of a new journey in the young Spiderwing's life, and the first warning sign ignored.

Miguel decided to take the scenic route home, wanting to enjoy the relieving feeling of finally having his love back in his arms safe. There was nothing wrong with him wanting to relish in his victory a little.

He did have to bite him again when Y/N's healing had managed to rid enough of his venom from his blood, giving him enough control back over his body to fight against his hold. Despite the warnings Miguel tried to give him, Y/N wouldn't listen, still trying to free himself, even if it wouldn't accomplish anything due to his restrained state.

And while it did hurt him to see his love fighting so hard to get away from him, Miguel couldn't deny the pleasure he got from forcing him into defeat. When the young Spider knocked himself a little too hard into the side of Miguel's head, the Earth-982 reveled in sick joy grabbing his prize off the ground, pressing him against the brick surface, and forcing his head to the side so he could sink his venomous fangs into the delicate skin once more.

He only injected a small dose, not wanting to leave any permanent effects on him, but he enjoyed the feeling of the smaller body squirming against his own until it eventually went limp once more. The sounds of his moans and whines as he bit and kissed his skin, tasting his flesh, was a delicious symphony to his ears.

"If I were you Y/N, I would quit it with the defiant behavior and escape attempts. I may have been easy on you since I was so relieved at finding you safe, but don't think I'm above handling you with more forceful methods. Especially considering my unaddressed grief from your long disappearance. All that to say, no me presiones, cariño," Miguel whispered into his ear, a threat and a promise.

Miguel's elongated claws pressed into the helpless Spider's body, eliciting more whimpers from the paralyzed man. Even in his powerless state, the brawny Latino could feel the distress and panic from the smaller Spider, which accomplished nothing but turning him on.

He could've taken him right there in that alley. Could've forced him on his knees and fucked his mouth, or pressed his face against the wall and taken him from behind, his cries muffled against the cold bricks, the fabric of his suit torn to expose parts of his body from their earlier scuffle in his motel room.

He was already half-hard in his suit, his member twitching and aching to be released, missing the tight heat of his love's body. But, he was a patient man. He could wait until the time was right.

Miguel looked down into the orbs staring up at him in hatred and fear, feeling his gut twist unpleasantly at the sight. He do something about that in the future, vowing to earn his love's affection and respect, to make him happy, and to show him that the life he wanted to give him was worth the freedom and choices taken away.

But, for now, he was content to accept the docile and forced submission from the Spider, his expression in defeat but the defiant spirit in his eyes still there. He'd take care of that too in time.

Y/N stared up at the man towering above him, truly seeing him as the monster and villain that he hid from everyone around him. This was the real Miguel O'Hara, a sight that lived in his nightmares before and would continue to with this new memory burned into his mind for ages to come.

"Let's go, mi amor,” Miguel said, hoisting the paralyzed man onto his shoulder once more, "Nunca volverás a estar lejos de mí, mi amor."

☀️ | Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099 | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[a--z--u--l]

Mentí. No soy 1 persona adulta. Soy 3 versiones infantiles de mí, una encima de otra, dentro de una gabardina.

[myillicitaffair]

You are in love | Esteban Kukuriczka.

sumario: noches de pizza con tu amigo… claro, amigo.

advertencias: sexo explícito (+18) , penetración, sexo sin protección, consumo de alcohol.

créditos: las fotos del collage fueron extraídas de pinterest, más las edite yo. la canción cuya letra utilice es You Are In love (Taylor’s Version) de Taylor Swift.

notas: honestamente, no estoy muy contenta con el resultado final pero espero que puedan disfrutarlo de todas maneras xx.

No hay pruebas, no fue demasiado, pero yo vi suficiente.

Paciente, fuera de su recibidor, me encuentro parada, esperándolo con una botella de vino bajo la axila. Aliso los pliegues de mi falda varias veces con las manos, un hábito al que recurro para evitar sucumbir a la ansiedad que me atormenta. Con la cámara de mi celular, observo mi reflejo, comprobando que mi maquillaje permanezca en su lugar, que mi cabello siga viéndose inmaculado.

No recuerdo un tiempo en el que Kuku haya sido simplemente un amigo, siempre fue más; mi confidente, el protagonista de mis fantasías, quien roba mis suspiros y miradas, de quien terminé enamorándome.

Las pisadas sobre las baldosas delatan su presencia apropincuándose, luego el traqueteo de las llaves en la cerradura, las bisagras girando en su eje para revelarlo frente a mí.

La alegría tiñe su rostro al verme, redondeando sus angulosos pómulos y centrando mi atención en la mueca en sus labios. Condenadamente cerca de mí y a la vez tan inalcanzables.

Su voz dándome la bienvenida me sacude de mi subrepticia quimera, trayéndome de un zarpazo de vuelta a la realidad. Me estrecha contra su torso, con las muñecas serpenteándose por mi cintura para atraerme más cerca.

“Traje vino, Kuku”- pronuncio, a modo de saludo, mientras lo abrazo estrechamente.

“¡Gracias, ángel! Entrá que está por llegar la comida”- informa, de manera tan casual y ligera que siento mi corazón escurrirse hasta tocar el suelo.

“Ángel” me dijo, jodiéndome para siempre. ¿Cómo seré alguna vez capaz de recuperarme de tal agravio a mi integridad? Decido asentir y adentrarme a su hogar.

Me recibe una sala de estar cálidamente iluminada, las paredes blancas cubiertas de cuadros y fotos, un aterciopelado sofá rojo situado en medio de la habitación.

Me acerco a una repisa de madera, donde reposa un retrato recientemente seleccionado… todo el elenco de La Sociedad De La Nieve posando bajo el lente de su cámara, sonrisas reflejadas en nuestros rostros enmarcados.

“Esa la tomé el último día de rodaje”- me recuerda, apareciendo por detrás mío, con una mano en mi espalda baja.

No hay pruebas, un toque singular, pero yo sentí suficiente.

Mis vellos corporales se erizan ante el contacto, un escalofrío recorriéndome cargado de anticipación por lo que jamás sucederá. Asiento torpemente, deseosa de fundirme en el calor de su silueta.

Pienso en esos mismos dedos, acorralando mi piel a su paso, incendiando su sendero. Acariciando mis mejillas con ternura, colándose por mis labios, desvistiéndome con precisión.

El timbre retumbando en la sala me despierta, desarraigándome de mis maquinaciones pecaminosas. El hombre a mi lado da largas zancadas, con un caminar tímido y garbado, hasta alcanzar la puerta de madera y ojear la mirilla. Luego de cerciorarse de la identidad del intruso, le permite ingresar para que deposite el delivery entre sus brazos, marchándose luego de recibir su pago.

Sobre la mesa del comedor se halla mi bolso, el cual rebusco hasta toparme con la billetera y separar varios billetes para pagar una porción del importe de la cena.

“Dividamos los costos de la comida entre los dos, ¿te parece?”- debato, tendiéndole el dinero para así compensar la mitad de su perdida.

“Pero no, nena, ¡guarda eso! Te invito yo”- rechaza tajante al ignorar mi ofrenda, con juguetona indignación en sus facciones.

Más allá de mi recurrente insistencia, rechaza contundentemente todos mis intentos de devolverle la plata, escudándose en excusas absurdas. Una cálida sensación se apodera de mí ante su caballeroso gesto, traduciéndose en atontados vistazos en su dirección, mientras sigo cada uno de sus movimientos al sacar el par de copas de una alacena.

“Pedí pizza de ese bar que te gusta”- comienza a explicar, aun movilizándose para descorchar el vino- “la de pepperoni sigue siendo tu favorita, ¿verdad?”

Un solo paso, no fue demasiado, pero dijo suficiente.

Silencio. Silencio desgarrador y sepulcral a mi alrededor, petrificando el aire a su paso.

“¿Te acordaste?”- asevero con un hilo de voz, aunque suena más a una pregunta, reflejando mi propia inseguridad.

Mis extremidades tramitan un cosquilleo colectivo, despertándome de la anestesia que se había apoderado de mí.

“Si, obvio”- le resta importancia, sirviendo la bebida y entregándome mi copa.

Y yo entiendo lo tonto que debe sonar, pero, por un momento, me permito sentirme importante e incluso un tanto sustancial en su existencia. “Me escuchó” medito, atónita por la revelación, revolucionando todas mis ternuras dirigidas hacia él.

Mis ojos se obsesionan con su él, simplemente él y su aura dorada coronándolo como si de un halo se tratara. ¿Cómo logré tener tanta suerte?

“No me mires así, nena”- pide al devolver mi mirada, su entrecejo fruncido en concentración- “Vas a hacerme creer que los chicos tenían razón…”

Mi mueca se tiñe de confusión, no sabiendo con exactitud si se refiere a lo que yo supongo. Intento decodificar sus palabras, pero, tal vez por el prospecto de ver mi entusiasmo destrozado, me limito a repreguntar.

“¿De qué hablas, Kuku?”- atrapo mi labio inferior entre mis dientes para así detener los temblores que lo acosan.

“Ya sabes…”- se encoge de hombros, pero, al ver mi perplejidad se resigna a continuar- “Fran y Juani siempre nos cargaban con que… em, con que debíamos salir.”

Siento un hondazo envestirme de lleno y un deseo irremediable de que el mismo continúe hasta hacerme perder la conciencia.

“Ah, eso”- murmuro en voz baja, de repente completamente drenada de seguridad. Trato de difuminar mis conflictuadas preocupaciones con una risotada punzante, delatando la rigidez de mis hombros estáticos y la incomodidad en mi gesto.

¡Qué estúpida! ¿Cómo me permití alguna vez pensar que el podría sentir lo mismo que yo? Deseo tirarme al suelo y revolcarme en el bochorno que me arrima, lo suficiente para olvidarlo a él con sus grandes ojos fijos y perder la cordura a manos de la vergüenza.

“Era un chiste nada más, no deseaba hacerte sentir mal”- aclara cálidamente, rodeando la mesa hasta rozar nuestros hombros.

Es absurda la cantidad irremediables de terminaciones nerviosas que logra incendiar con solo oprimir su marco con el mío. ¡Debo frenar esta locura antes de que se me vaya de las manos!

“Claro…”- suspiro, forzando una sonrisa al tomar asiento en la silla que abuso bajo mis pálidos nudillos.

Tomando la copa entre mis palmas, la balanceo hasta verter el liquido más allá de mis labios, rezando para que el espirituoso proveniente de uva disipe su comentario furtivo.

El mayor, aún parado a mi lado, hinca sus rodillas para arrodillarse y así quedar a la altura de mis ojos.

“Ángel, lo siento si te ofendí. No era mi intención”- se disculpa, escurriendo sus dígitos entre mi cabello para plegarme un mechón tras mi oreja.

“Ya sé, Kuku… y lo prometo, ¡estoy bien!”- miento descaradamente en su cara, con las comisuras adheridas a mis tensas mejillas.

Por unos prolongados segundos- que se sienten como una eternidad- nos miramos firmemente, tratando de descifrar los pensamientos cabalgando en la cabeza opuesta. Con un afectado suspiro, se levanta del suelo para luego posicionarse en la silla contigua a la mía.

Una vez asentado en su sitio, levanta el rostro para enfrentarme y toma mis temblorosas manos entre las suyas. Inmediatamente noto su calor corporal, las asperezas desperdigadas por sus palmas, sus anillos colisionando con los míos.

“Ahora entiendo cómo mi comentario pudo haber sonado y te pido perdón por ello”- alega mientras me observa, pausando en cada pequeño lunar e imperfección.

Inhibida y un tanto cohibida ante su escrutinio, desvío mis ojos hacia un costado y muerdo mi labio inferior, aprisionándolo entre mis paletas.

“No quería hacerte mal…”- confiesa, con sus orbes ahora clavados en mis labios mordisqueándose- “Sos mi mejor amiga.”

una mueca extraña en su rostro. Pausa, luego dice “sos mi mejor amiga.” Y yo supe a que se refería, está enamorado.

Una fuerza gravitacional me empuja aún más cerca suyo; envalentonada gracias a su fijación por mi boca, empiezo a disparar la ajena sin dudarlo. Deslizo una mano por su cachete, acariciando la incipiente barba creciendo allí mientras le robo un breve pico.

Al separarme, escaneo al hombre que acabo de besar, desesperada por hallar una reacción. La confusión tiñe su cara, tiene la mandíbula presionada con fuerza y un furioso sonrojo trepando hasta su nariz. Sin perder un solo minuto más. Vuelve a unir nuestras figuras en un beso, uno real esta vez.

Sus labios en contacto con los míos consienten un hambre que venía cultivando hace meses, acelerando mi deseo de conseguir más. Mi corazón late con una velocidad alarmante, saltando implacablemente contra mi caja torácica, y agravando los temblores en todo mi cuerpo.

Una danza desenfrenada se desenlaza, dando rápido paso a una intrépida batalla por apropiarse de la ventaja que implica dominarnos mutuamente. Una de sus manos se enreda en mi melena, tirándola hacia atrás mientras su lengua se apresura en inmiscuirse en mi cavidad bucal, cepillando la propia y paseándose por toda su extensión.

El aire comienza a escasear y el ardor en nuestros pulmones nos fuerzan a dividirnos, aprovecho el breve impase para deslizar mis extremidades por sus piernas y así, sentarme a horcajadas sobre su regazo.

“¿Sabes hace cuánto deseo hacer esto?”- cuestiona, entrelazando sus dígitos por mis curvas y asentándome sobre la junción de su torso y piernas.

Bajo mío, noto un bulto que comienza a alzarse, punzando mi centro deliciosamente. Sin siquiera razonarlo, muelo mis caderas contra él, percibiendo un curso de placer recorrerme entera ante la fricción contra sus pantalones.

En un arrojo de valentía, me deshago de la blusa que flamea en mis costados, arrojándola lejos nuestro. Como si de un arreglo tácito se tratara, el argentino adjunta sus labios con mi pecho y comienza a succionar mi piel con fiereza, yo me limito a atraerlo contra mí mediante su cabellera.

“Tantas veces fantasee con esto…”- admito, sin poder evitarlo, mientras él libera mi busto del corpiño.

Levito hacia su remera, forcejeando con ella hasta deshacerla hacia las baldosas y revelar su tórax al descubierto. Recubierto de pecas difuminándose en su blancura, dudo alguna vez haber visto una imagen más hermosa.

Sosteniéndose de mis muslos, se irgue y tropieza hasta toparse con el sillón, descargándome sobre el terciopelo con una impredecible agilidad. Allí, acostada en medio de su sala de estar, centro mi atención a sus dedos desenlazando mi falda con ternura, para luego despojarme por completo de mis confinamientos.

Imitando sus movimientos, aviento mis brazos hacia su entrepierna para desabrocharlo y librarlo de sus prendas. Aceleradamente, lo desvisto hasta que nuestras desnudeces son lo único que prevalece.

“Sos hermosa”- me halaga, recorriendo cada centímetro de mi piel con delicadeza, intentando memorizarlo para siempre.

Respondo con mi agarre volando hasta su palpitante erección y acariciándola juguetonamente, con constancia hasta donde me lo permite.

“Necesito sentirte adentro mío, Kuku…”- pido, sin sentir un ápice de vergüenza ante mi explicitación.

Un gruñido escapa su garganta ante mi directiva, deshaciéndose de mi toque para posicionar su polla entre los pliegues de mi coño y comenzar a adentrarse. Sollozos son lanzados en su dirección, animándolo a ir más allá, a continuar.

“Dios, estás tan apretada”- pronuncia cuando la cabeza de su pene logra tocar mi fondo, disfrutando los espasmos que mi canal le proporcionan.

En un frenesí ocasionado por la sensibilidad que su miembro me genera, embisto mis caderas para acercar nuestros centros aún más y luego retirarme, provocando un extasiante vaivén. Los gemidos retumban en el silencio del salón, con la danza que nuestros sexos lideran al fusionarse.

“Estoy enamorado de vos, ángel, desde la primera vez que te vi”- dice al observarme con atención, aun penetrándome hacia la culminación.

Sorprendida por lo inaudito de la situación, una lagrima se cuela por mis ojos y rueda en su sendero por mi mejilla ante su confesión, una que aguardo hace meses.

Esteban la recoge, interrumpiendo su trayecto hacia mi cuello para besarme nuevamente, con renovada emoción.

Y ahora comprendes por qué perdieron la cabeza y pelearon sus batallas, y por qué yo he pasado toda mi vida tratando de ponerlo en palabras.

[doujinshigirlai]

Moonlit Memories<3

sypnosis:p1h members visit their gf's (you)family for the first time and them learning a bit of your language!!!

Pairing:Ot6!piwon x mixed nationality g/n!reader

Genre: fluff!!!

Warnings: None!

Skz version-p1harmony version

***this is for my pookie @axxftergl0w for inspiring me 💞💞💞💞

ENJOY POOKIES✨✨✨

**Keeho** Your younger sister had decided to invite you and your boyfriend keeho for dinner at her house since it's her son's first birthday and they'll also get to meet keeho.As you and Keeho arrived at your hermana's house, the aroma of delicious food filled the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. Your hermana greeted you with a warm hug, her excitement palpable as she introduced Keeho to her familia."¡Hola, Keeho! ¡Estoy tan feliz de que pudiste venir!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. Keeho smiled back, a bit nervous but eager to make a good impression.As the evening unfolded, your hermana's son, a curious little one, toddled over to Keeho, his tiny hands reaching out. Keeho knelt down, his heart melting as the little boy giggled and pointed at his colorful cake. "¿Es eso para mí?" he asked in broken Spanish, trying to impress everyone with his newfound language skills."¡Sí, es todo para ti!" Keeho replied, his voice filled with warmth. Your hermana beamed, and you couldn't help but feel proud of Keeho for trying so hard.Dinner was a lively affair, filled with laughter and chatter. Keeho attempted to learn a few words from your language, his pronunciation making everyone burst into laughter. "Creo que acabo de llamar al arroz 'monstruo delicioso'," he said, scratching his head sheepishly, and your familia erupted into giggles.As the night went on, Keeho and your hermana shared stories, bonding over their love for food and familia. By the time dessert was served, you noticed how comfortable Keeho had become, chatting with everyone and even trying to sing a birthday song in Spanish.The evening ended with your hermana thanking Keeho for being such a great guest. "Te has integrado perfectamente en nuestra loca familia," she said, giving him a playful nudge. As you all gathered for a group photo, you felt a sense of happiness wash over you, knowing that Keeho had won the hearts of your familia, and this night would be a cherished memory for all of you.

Rest of the members under the cut✨✨✨

**Theo** It was a bright Saturday morning when you and Theo arrived at your family’s home for the first time. You could feel a mix of excitement and nerves as you welcomed him inside. Your family had prepared a lovely lunch, and the aroma of traditional dishes filled the air. As everyone settled around the table, you introduced Theo to your family. "This is Theo," you said, smiling. "He’s really excited to meet you all!" Theo waved shyly, his cheeks slightly flushed. Your family greeted him warmly, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.After lunch, your younger sibling suggested a fun game to help Theo and the others learn a bit of your language. You all gathered in the living room, and you started teaching them simple words and phrases. “Okay, let’s start with ‘hello’—it’s ‘marhaba’!” you explained, and Theo repeated it with a determined look on his face. "Marhaba!" he said, grinning as he got it right. The room erupted in laughter as he tried to pronounce other words, often mixing them up in a cute way. You could see how much he enjoyed the challenge, and it made your heart flutter. As the day went on, Theo and the members bonded with your family over games and stories. They shared music and even attempted to teach everyone some Korean phrases in return. By the end of the day, as the sun began to set, Theo looked at you with a big smile and said, "I had such a great time. Your family is amazing, and I can’t wait to learn more of your language!" You couldn’t help but feel proud, knowing that this was just the beginning of many more shared moments between your worlds.

**jiung**Jiung was beyond excited as he arrived at your family's house in Poland. It was his first time meeting your parents, and they were eager to make a good impression. When they entered, your mom welcomed him warmly, and the scent of delicious food filled the air.During dinner, Jiung mustered up the courage to try speaking Polish. "Cześć, jak się masz?" he said, his pronunciation a bit shaky but filled with enthusiasm. Your family burst into laughter, and your grandmother replied, "Bardzo dobrze, dziękuję!" Jiung's face lit up with joy, feeling like he had connected with them. The other P1H members followed suit, attempting to learn some basic phrases, turning the evening into a fun language lesson filled with laughter and friendly mishaps. As the night progressed, the group shared stories and even tried their hand at singing some traditional Polish songs. Jiung, with a sparkle in his eye, vowed to learn more Polish words to better communicate with your family. The atmosphere was brimming with happiness, and by the end of the night, it felt like they were all one big family, sharing laughs and love.

**Intak**you were invited to brunch by your mom who insisted on meeting him with all the family around. Intak tightened his grip on the bouquet of flowers as the two of you approached your family’s home. His steps slowed slightly, and you glanced back at him. “Don’t be nervous,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not nervous,” he replied quickly, then added with a sheepish grin, “...Okay, maybe a little. What if I mess up your language? Your dad might think I’m not trying hard enough.” You laughed softly. “My dad will be impressed that you’re even trying. He knows how difficult it is.” The door opened before you could ring the bell, your younger sibling peeking out excitedly. “You’re here! Is this him?” they asked, looking Intak up and down with a grin. “Yep, this is him,” you said, nudging Intak forward. He bowed slightly, his voice steady as he greeted them in your language. Your sibling gasped, pulling him inside. “You’re already better than I expected!” The living room was a whirlwind of introductions, your family taking turns shaking Intak’s hand and welcoming him warmly. He stumbled over a few phrases but powered through with determination, his ears turning pink every time your mom corrected his pronunciation. When dinner began, the real challenge started. Your dad pointed to a bowl of steaming soup, saying its name in your language slowly. Intak listened carefully, repeating it back as best as he could. Everyone cheered when he got it right on the third try. “Why did you decide to learn?” your mom asked in your language, her tone curious but kind. Intak glanced at you before answering in a mix of your language and Korean. “Because... she is important to me. Your family is important too. I want to connect.” The room fell silent for a moment before your mom beamed, clearly touched by his words. Later, as the meal wound down, your dad leaned forward, teaching Intak a few funny phrases to lighten the mood. Intak laughed as he repeated them, accidentally saying something entirely different at first, which had the whole table roaring with laughter. By the end of the night, Intak had learned how to say “thank you,” “I’m full,” and even managed to toast with your dad in your language. As you both walked back to the car, his face lit up with pride. “I survived,” he said, letting out a relieved laugh. “Not only did you survive, but you impressed them,” you said, slipping your hand into his. “They’re already asking when you’ll come back.” “Next time,” he said, his tone playful but determined, “I’ll surprise them by learning even more

**soul**Haku adjusted the collar of his jacket, his hands trembling slightly as you led him up the steps to your family’s house.“They’re not going to bite, Haku,” you teased, glancing back at him.“I know that,” he replied, flashing his signature grin, though his eyes betrayed his nervousness. “But what if I say something wrong? What if I accidentally insult someone instead of complimenting them?”You chuckled, squeezing his hand. “They’ll love you. Besides, effort means everything to them.”The door opened before you even knocked, your mom standing there with a wide smile. She welcomed the two of you inside, her eyes immediately falling on Haku.“This is him, huh?” she asked in your language, nudging you playfully.“Yes,” you replied, nudging Haku forward. “Say it now,” you whispered.Haku cleared his throat, his voice steady but nervous as he greeted your mom in your language. The words were slightly accented, but his effort was clear.Your mom gasped, clapping her hands together. “He’s already practicing! I like him!” she said, switching to Korean to make sure he understood.Dinner was the real test. Your family placed an array of traditional dishes on the table, explaining the significance of each one. Haku leaned forward, listening intently.“What’s this called again?” he asked your dad, pointing to a plate of steaming dumplings.Your dad said the name slowly, and Haku repeated it with precision. He grinned when your dad gave him an approving nod.At one point, your younger sibling leaned over, asking him something in your language. Haku furrowed his brow, trying to piece it together before glancing at you for help.“They asked if you like spicy food,” you translated.“Oh,” he said, smiling at your sibling. “I love spicy food.” He tried to say it in your language, and while his pronunciation was slightly off, your sibling burst into laughter and gave him a thumbs-up.As the evening went on, Haku grew more comfortable, even attempting a joke your dad taught him. When it landed well, he leaned back in his chair, relieved and proud.On the way home, Haku let out a long breath. “I was so nervous, but your family is amazing.”“They think you’re amazing too,” you replied. “Especially after all the effort you put into learning the language.”He looked at you, his eyes shining with determination. “Next time, I’ll surprise them. I want to get even better.”

**jongseob**Jongseob adjusted the straps of his bag as he stood in front of your family’s home. The air was crisp, the sounds of Tokyo bustling in the background, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was standing on a stage. “Okay, deep breath,” he muttered to himself. You chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine,” you said. “Just relax and enjoy the day.” The door slid open, and your younger sibling peeked out, their eyes lighting up when they saw Jongseob. “He’s here! He’s here!” they called inside, switching to Japanese. Moments later, your parents appeared, warmly greeting Jongseob. “Hajimemashite,” he said carefully, bowing. “Jongseob desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” Your dad grinned. “Perfect!” he replied in Japanese, gesturing for the two of you to come inside. The day was packed with activities your family had planned. The first stop was a visit to the local shrine. As you climbed the steps, your mom explained the traditions, showing Jongseob how to cleanse his hands and mouth at the purification fountain. He watched intently, mimicking her movements with precision. When it was time to make a wish, he turned to you. “What do I do again?” “Clap twice, bow, and make your wish,” you explained. He followed your instructions, his eyes squeezing shut as he silently made his wish. When he was done, he whispered, “I wished to keep impressing your family.” You laughed softly. “You’re already doing great.” Next was a stroll through a nearby park where your dad challenged Jongseob to a friendly game of hanetsuki, a traditional Japanese game similar to badminton. He struggled at first, missing the shuttlecock entirely a few times, but eventually got the hang of it, laughing alongside your dad. “You’re a fast learner,” your dad said in Japanese, patting his shoulder. “Arigatou gozaimasu,” Jongseob replied, his grin wide and proud. Later, your mom took everyone to a small wagashi shop to make traditional Japanese sweets. Jongseob concentrated hard as he shaped his mochi, his tongue peeking out in focus. Your sibling teased him, saying he was taking it too seriously, but when the shop owner complimented his work, he beamed. The day ended at a karaoke bar, where your family insisted on hearing him sing. He nervously selected a popular Japanese song he had been practicing for weeks. When he started singing, his voice steady and clear, your family was stunned. By the time the song ended, everyone was clapping and cheering. “That was incredible!” your sibling exclaimed. “You sound like a pro!” On the way back to your house, Jongseob sighed contentedly. “That was so much fun. Your family is amazing.” “They think you’re amazing too,” you said, smiling. He looked at you with determination. “Next time, I’ll beat your dad at hanetsuki and sing an even harder song. Just watch me.”

Hope you enjoyed pookiessss 💞✨

Taglist: @fangirlingobsessed @ilovebtsomgie @ayakananodesu @leftx1imaginesrenji-yanagirebel @axxftergl0w @astro-des @han-doolsetnet

[neuroconflictos]

Me perdí aquella vez, y desde ese momento no he vuelto a encontrarme.

He hallado antiguas versiones de mí, unas nuevas o algunas que nunca seré.

Pero aquel que fui cuando me extravié desapareció, probablemente, para no volver jamás.

Peregrino:

[retroamaraceleste]

Colombian Miku at the Clouds!

A new photo edit featuring my cosplay of Colombian Miku! I had so much fun bringing this version to life, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Let me know what you think!

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Una nueva edición de fotos con mi cosplay de Miku Colombiana. ¡Me divertí mucho dando vida a esta versión y espero que te guste tanto como a mí! ¡Dime qué te parece!

[sinfonia-relativa]

Este último día es un puente que cruza el agua de todo lo que fui. No me llevo todo conmigo: algunas versiones de mí descansarán en la orilla. Las abrazo y las dejo allí, porque sé que lo que camina a mi lado ahora es más ligero y más cierto. El año nuevo es horizonte, y yo soy el sol que se levanta para encontrarlo.

Belle 𖥸

[babylon-crashing]

alejandra pizarnik's árbol de diana [completa]

1. He dado el salto de mí al alba, he dejado mi cuerpo junto a la luz y he cantado la tristeza de lo que nace.

I have leaped from myself into the dawn, I have left my body next to the light and sung the sadness of what is born.

2. Éstas son las versiones que nos propone: un agujero, una pared que tiembla …

These are the versions proposed: a hole, a shaking wall …

3. sólo la sed el silencio ningún encuentro cuídate de mí amor mío cuídate de la silenciosa en el desierto de la viajera con el vaso vacío y de la sombra de su sombra

only thirst silence no chance encounter be careful of me, my love be careful of the silent one in the desert of the traveler with the empty glass and the shadow of her shadow

4. AHORA BIEN: Quién dejará de hundir su mano en busca delbvtributo para la pequeña olvidada. El frío pagará. Pagará el viento. La lluvia pagará. Pagará el trueno.

WELL NOW: Who will stop plunging her hand in searching for the tributes for the forgotten girl? The cold will pay. The wind will pay. As will the rain. And the thunder.

5. por un minuto de vida breve única de ojos abiertos por un minuto de ver en el cerebro flores pequeñas danzando como palabras en la boca de un mundo

just for a moment in this short life to be the one with open eyes for just a minute to witness small flowers in the brain dancing like words in the mouth of a world

6. ella se desnuda en el paraíso de su memoria ella desconoce el feroz destino de sus visiones ella tiene miedo de no saber nombrar lo que no existe

she strips naked in the paradise of her memory she does not know the cruel destiny of her visions she is afraid of not knowing how to name what does not exist

7. Salta con la camisa en llamas De estrella a estrella. De sombra en sombra. Muere de muerte lejana La que ama al viento.

She jumps with her shirt on fire From star to star. From shadow to shadow. She dies a distant death She who loves the wind.

8. Memoria iluminada, galería donde vaga la sombra de lo que espero. No es verdad que vendrá. No es verdad que no vendrá.

Illuminated memory, gallery where the shadow of what I wait for wanders. It's not true that it'll come. It is not true that it won't.

9. Estos huesos brillando en la noche, estas palabras como piedras preciosas en la garganta viva de un pájaro petrificado, este verde muy amado, esta lila caliente, este corazón sólo misterioso.

These bones glowing in the night, these words like precious stones in the living throat of a petrified bird, this beloved green, this hot lilac, this mysterious heart.

10. un viento débil lleno de rostros doblados que recorto en forma de objetos que amar

a weak wind full of bent faces that I slice into objects to love

11. ahora en esta hora inocente yo y la que fui nos sentamos en el umbral de mi mirada

now in this innocent hour the one I once was sits with me on the threshold of my gaze

12. no más las dulces metamorfosis de una niña de seda sonámbula en la cornisa de niebla su despertar de mano respirando de flor que se abre al viento

no more the sweet metamorphoses of a silk girl sleepwalker on the edge of fog her breathing hand awakening like a flower that blooms in the wind

13. explicar con palabras de este mundo que partió de mí un barco llevándome

explain with words from this world that a boat left my self carrying me away

14. El poema que no digo, el que no merezco. Miedo de ser dos camino del espejo: alguien en mí dormido me come y me bebe

The poem that I do not say, the one that I do not deserve. Fear of being two the way of the mirror: someone asleep inside me she eats me and drinks me

15. Extraño desacostumbrarme de la hora en que nací. Extraño no ejercer más oficio de recién llegada.

I miss getting used to to the time when I was born. I miss not having to work anymore as a new arrival.

16. has construido tu casa has emplumado tus pájaros has golpeado al viento con tus propios huesos has terminado sola lo que nadie comenzó

you have built your house you have feathered your birds you've hit the wind with your own bones alone you finished what no one began

17. Días en que una palabra lejana se apodera de mí. Voy por esos días sonámbula y transparente. La hermosa autómata se canta, se encanta, se cuenta casos y cosas: nido de hilos rígidos donde me danzo y me lloro en mis numerosos funerales. (Ella es su espejo incendiado, su espera en hogueras frías, su elemento místico, su fornicación de nombres creciendo solos en la noche pálida.)

Days when a distant word seizes me. I pass through those days sleepwalking and transparent. The beautiful automaton sings to herself, it is loved, tells herself things and stories: a nest of rigid threads where I dance and cry in my numerous funerals. (She is her own burning mirror, she wait for cold fires, her mystical element, she fucks with the names that grow alone in the pale night.)

18. como un poema enterado del silencio de las cosas hablas para no verme

like a poem aware of the silence of things you talk so as not to see me

19. cuando vea los ojos que tengo en los míos tatuados

when you see the eyes I've tattooed on mine

20. dice que no sabe del miedo de la muerte del amor dice que tiene miedo de la muerte del amor dice que el amor es muerte es miedo dice que la muerte es miedo es amor dice que no sabe

she says she doesn't know about fear of death of love says she is afraid of death of love says that love is death is fear says that death is fear is love she says that she does not know

21. he nacido tanto y doblemente sufrido en la memoria de aquí y allá

I've been born so often and doubly suffering in the memory of here and there

22. en la noche un espejo para la pequeña muerta un espejo de cenizas

at night a mirror for the little dead girl a mirror of ashes

23. una mirada desde la alcantarilla puede ser la visión del mundo la rebelión consiste en mirar una rosa hasta pulverizarse los ojos

a view from the gutter a vision of the world resistance consists of looking at a rose until your eyes become dust

24. (un dibujo de Wols) estos hilos aprisionan a las sombras y las obligan a rendir cuentas del silencio estos hilos unen la mirada al sollozo

(a drawing by Wols) these threads imprison the shadows and force them to account for silence these threads unite your gaze with their sob

25. (exposición Goya) un agujero en la noche súbitamente invadido por un ángel

(Goya exhibition) a hole in the night suddenly invaded by an angel

26. (un dibujo de Klee) cuando el palacio de la noche encienda su hermosura pulsaremos los espejos hasta que nuestros rostros canten como ídolos

(a drawing by Klee) when the night palace blazes with beauty we'll bring together the mirrors until our faces sing like idols

27. un golpe del alba en las flores me abandona ebria de nada y de luz lila ebria de inmovilidad y de certeza

dawn ricocheting off flowers leaving me drunk on nothing and on violet drunk with languor and certainty

28. te alejas de los nombres que hilan el silencio de las cosas

you flee from the names that spin the silence of things

29 Aquí vivimos con una mano en la garganta. Que nada es posible ya lo sabían los que inventaban lluvias y tejían palabras con el tormento de la ausencia. Por eso en sus plegarias había un sonido de manos enamoradas de la niebla.

Here we live with a hand to our throat. That nothing is possible the inventors of rain knew this and wove their words into the torment of absence. This is why in her prayers sound like hands in love with the fog.

30 en el invierno fabuloso la endecha de las alas en la lluvia en la memoria del agua dedos de niebla

in the fabulous winter the lament of the wings in the rain in the memory of water in fingers of fog

31 Es un cerrar de ojos y jurar no abrirlos. En tanto afuera se alimenten de relojes y de flores nacidas de la astucia. Pero con los ojos cerrados de un sufrimiento en verdad demasiado grande pulsamos los espejos hasta que las palabras olvidadas suenan mágicamente.

It means close your eyes and swear not to open them as strangers outside feed on the watches and flowers born from your cunning. But with the closed eyes, with vast suffering, we must tempt the mirrors until all their forgotten words sound magical.

32 Zona de plagas donde la dormida come lentamente su corazón de medianoche.

Plague zone where a sleeping woman slowly eats her midnight heart.

33 alguna vez alguna vez tal vez me iré sin quedarme me iré como quien se va

one day someday maybe I will go without staying I'll go like one who's leaving

34 la pequeña viajera moría explicando su muerte sabios animales nostálgicos visitaban su cuerpo caliente

the little traveler died explaining her death while wise nostalgic animals visited her body, still warm

35 Vida, mi vida, déjate caer, déjate doler, mi vida, déjate enlazar de fuego, de silencio ingenuo, de piedras verdes en la casa de la noche, déjate caer y doler, mi vida.

Life, my life, let yourself fall, let yourself hurt, my life, let yourself bond with fire, with naive silence, with green stones in the house of the night, let yourself fall and hurt, my life.

36 en la jaula del tiempo la dormida mira sus ojos solos el viento le trae la tenue respuesta de las hojas

in the time cage the sleeping woman looks at her lonely eyes the wind brings the leave's distant answer

37 más allá de cualquier zona prohibida hay un es pejo para nuestra triste transparencia

beyond every forbidden area lies a mirror for our sad transparency

38 Este canto arrepentido, vigía detrás de mis poemas: este canto me desmiente, me amordaza.

This repentant song, peering out from behind my poems: this song negates me, it silences me.

[ninadove]

La Sombra del Viento fandom (aka @theuselesshistoryweeb and myself), come get your traumatised character foils! 📚🔥

I’M ACTUALLY REALLY PROUD OF THIS LITTLE THING. I first drafted it in English, then realised 80% of the way through that something wasn’t working out and decided to slap some Spanish in there. Baby’s first poem in her third language… Woah…

A huge thank you to @lesbitorte for kindly checking the grammar and spelling! ❤️

Alt text and translation below:

🇪🇸 ESPAÑOL 🇪🇸

JULIÁN:

Eres

parte de mí,

un sueño imprudente

qué creía quemado.

Mirándote,

lo que podría haber sido

se dispara como agujas

sobre nuestras cabezas

Y grito:

¡Se parece a mí,

el mar y el fuego,

el Edén y los desagües

tallados en sus huesos!

La quiero como

quieres.

DANIEL:

Lo que buscaba,

lo descubrí en

un velo de páginas

como un sudario.

Me atormenta

un nombre vacío;

una ala azul pálido

cae como neblina

sobre su cara.

¿Me parezco a ella?

Esta ciudad que alberga

el amor y el odio,

el peso de la guerra,

me interroga:

¿Debería

regresar

a sus entrañas?

JUNTOS:

Eres // lo que buscaba,

parte de mí. // Lo descubrí en

un sueño imprudente, // un velo de páginas

que creía quemado // como un sudario.

Mirándote, // me atormenta

lo que podría haber sido // un nombre vacío;

una ala azul pálido

se dispara como agujas, // cae como neblina

sobre nuestras cabezas — // sobre su cara.

Y grito: // ¿Me parezco a ella?

¡Se parece a mí, // esta ciudad que alberga

el mar y el fuego, // el amor y el odio,

el Edén y los desagües — // el peso de la guerra

tallado en sus huesos! // Me interroga:

¿La quiero como // debería?

¿Quieres // regresar

a sus entrañas?

🇬🇧 ENGLISH 🇬🇧

JULIÁN:

You are

a part of me,

a careless dream

I thought I’d burnt.

Looking at you,

what could have been

rises like spires

over our heads

And I scream:

“She looks like me!”

Ocean and fire,

Eden and sewer filth

carved in her bones —

I love her

like you love.

DANIEL:

What I’ve been looking for,

I discovered in

a veil of pages

like a shroud

I am haunted by

an empty name;

a pale blue wing

falls like fog

over her face.

Do I look like her?

This city that shelters

love and hatred,

the weight of war —

it makes me wonder:

Should I

return

to her womb?

BOTH:

You are // what I’ve been looking for,

a part of me. // I learnt so in

a careless dream, // a veil of pages

I thought had burnt // like a shroud.

Looking at you, // I am haunted by

what could have been // an empty name;

a pale blue wing

rises like spires, // falls like fog

over our heads — // over her face.

And I scream: // “Do I look like her?

She looks like me, // this city that shelters

ocean and fire, // love and hatred,

Eden and sewer filth // — the weight of war

carved in her bones!” // It demands to know:

Do I love her // like I should?

Do you want // to return

To her entrails?

BONUS COMMENTARY

If you’ve made it this far, you’ve probably noticed that there are little nuances in the Spanish version that called for vocabulary variations in the translation! For instance, in Daniel’s part, “entrañas” refers to his mother’s womb; but in the overarching poem, I used “entrails” because I was talking about Barcelona itself and wanted to highlight the ambiguity of its entrails’ nature — a womb that gives birth, or a stomach that devours and vomits?

Speaking of Barcelona — the original English draft didn’t make it clear enough that the city itself was the topic of the overarching poem, rather than a hypothetical female character/weird mix of Penélope and Daniel’s mum (possibly even Bea…?). Spanish’s gendered pronouns came in really handy here!

If you haven’t already, go read La Sombra del Viento (The Shadow of the Wind) by Carlos Ruiz Zafón — it’s great! 📚🔥

[tyttamarzh]

Tallulah & Missa 💗

Well... I made this little comic...

I really love the father-daughter relationship between Missa and Tallulah and I love that she is now physically more like him (regardless of the circumstances that led to that).

I know there are already many fanarts about this, but I wanted to make my version :3

I wasn't going to do this today (I haven't slept and I have to work), but I wanted to dedicate this comic to RainbowChaox my beloved, because yesterday was her birthday (Is the person why I'm part of this community, she accepted me and always has been very nice with me, so I wanted to have a little detail). . . . . VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL

La versión en español se la dedico a mi querida RosaPower. Sé que ella ama tanto como yo la relación de estos dos. Quizá no tenga valor alguno dedicar algo con mínimas diferencias a dos personas diferentes, pero es que para mí, ambas son importantes, una de ellas me aceptó dentro de la comunidad en inglés y la otra dentro de la comunidad en español y si no fuera por ambas nunca me habría animado a hacer nada de esto, así que este es mi forma de agradecerles.

[spanishskulduggery]

There's a certain grammatical construction I remember learning about, but I'm having a hard time yielding any results when I look it up. If I recall correctly, it went something like "el [x] de [y]" wherein [y] is a person and [x] is...a noun/adj that describes them? Potentially disparagingly.

The specific phrase that's stuck in my head is "el burro de [y]" but looking that up just gives me pages about actual donkeys. I guess my question is: is this a real construction, and if so, does it change according to the gender of the person being described? (e.g. la burra de teresa en vez de el burro de teresa)

Muchas gracias por tu ayuda :) Espero que estes bien y que haga buen tiempo donde estas

Yes, there is an expression like this. I don't quite know what it's called [anyone with Latin experience please help], but I know what you're talking about. The most common example in Spanish I think would be pobre de mí "poor me" or "woe is me"

...or pobre de ti "poor you", or pobre de + alguien which is like "woe betide (someone)"... it can be used almost threateningly like "May God have mercy on you" or "you'll rue the day" that sort of vibe; but same general idea of adjective + object/possessive

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Note: Someone with experience with Latin might know the answer. I don't have a lot of Latin understanding but usually the expressions of de fall under genitive (possession) or ablative (separation); which for Spanish doesn't make much difference since it doesn't change conjugation or anything, but for looking up grammar helps narrow things down usually

However, in English something like "woe is me", which is considered dative; "woe is unto me", which is how it is in German - I don't know if it would count as dative in Spanish since that usually means indirect objects but it does use object pronouns like pobre de mí "woe is me"

In other words: yes it exists. No I don't know what it's called. Someone else might but in some cases it's a bit archaic and idiomatic so I would assume Latin has a version of it which would make it easier to look up if it were a specific subset of their case system

(though I think in Latin it's probably dative of some kind)

If you're on reddit you can ask something like "what would something like el idiota de mi marido be called grammatically? is it genitive? is it dative?" - you get lots of classics people and grammar people over on reddit that love to pick apart a mystery lol

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As for what you actually asked - yes, it does exist and can be quite common, though the expression is in some places more idiomatic

An example - el idiota de mi jefe is like "my idiot boss", or more literally "the idiot that is my boss"

It usually comes up with object pronouns of some kind or a possessive. A really common example is pobre de mí or ay de mí which is like "poor me" or "woe is me"

It is often constructed as el/la + noun derived from an adjective + de + (alguien)

The noun would be gendered if gender applies... like idiota is unisex but el tonto de mi marido "my foolish husband" vs. la tonta de mi mujer "my foolish wife"

[when I googled it I got a children's song called La tonta de mi prima which is like "my silly/foolish cousin [f]"]

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There's a very famous poem in Spanish (at least in Spain) called Ay de mi Alhama which is about the fall of Granada during the Reconquista - but it means something like "Woe unto Alhama" or "Alas Alhama", sometimes the poem is called "Ballad of the Loss of Alhama" - it's Medieval poetry, but same kind of construction

Unfortunately if you look up things on ay it usually just tells you it's an expression of grief or regret, not where the de comes in or what it means

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The issue with something like burro is that it would come out as "donkey" a lot. I think you can use burro as an insult; I'm just saying that it's possible, it's just going to show you actual donkeys first

You might have better luck looking up something like el bruto or la bruta which is not necessarily "brute", it can mean something like "doofus" or "oaf" or just someone with low intelligence; again usually phrased with a possessive

You might see el bruto de mi marido "my dumb husband" or la bruta de mi mujer "my dumb wife" - if you were using burro/a it would be gendered

As opposed to el burro del granjero or el burro del granjera which is "the farmer's donkey" where el burro is a pure noun - and though you could technically say la burra for a "female donkey", it doesn't mean the same thing

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The issue you will find here is that this construction is very similar in appearance to the regular genitive [possessive]

And so el burro de mi marido comes out as "my husband's donkey" most times

If you're doing regular possessive, the gender of the thing and the gender of the person it belongs to are completely distinct and do not change

El gato de mi amigo. = My friend's cat. La gata de mi amigo. = My friend's cat. [f] La silla del profesor. = The professor's chair. La silla de la profesora. = The professor's [f] chair.

You see this a lot with things like los amigos de mi amigo "my friend's friends" or las amigas de mi amigo which is more like "my friend's female friends"

In those cases the gender of the thing does not change, and the gender of the person does not change; this is a strict possessive

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The above only works because it's technically an adjective that was made a noun [a substantive adjective; as an example rico/a "rich" and then el rico "the rich man"]

Words like idiota, bruto/a, pobre etc are technically adjectives but this construction only works because you can then turn it into a noun

Another fuller example:

desgraciado/a is like "unfortunate" but really extreme; it's often translated like "sorry bastard" but literally "someone who went through a catastrophe"

Thus it could be el desgraciado or la desgraciada

To use the above construction it would be: el desgraciado de mi amigo which is roughly something like "my dumbass/dipshit friend", something like that - it doesn't quite translate well... Female version would be la desgraciada de mi amiga - it's got a pitying quality that's also potentially mocking

[fan-de-underverse]

Fran de Lovedtale?

Antes de salir de la escuela, estuve pensando en hacer un dibujo de las versiones alternativas de cada miembro de los Hermanos Huesos, comenzando por Fran, quien sin duda es el mayor representante de Lovedtale. Sin embargo, solo con Fran me llevé un buen rato. Al principio pensé que tardaría, como mucho, tres días en completar la ilustración, pero terminé dedicando casi un día entero por personaje. Supongo que soy muy lento coloreando. XD

En esta ilustración quise aplicar todo lo que he aprendido en la universidad, viendo videos y experimentando por mi cuenta. Desde la idea inicial, la composición y los bocetos hasta el lineart, el coloreado y los detalles finales. La composición estaba pensada para resaltar a Fran original, pero todavía no soy muy bueno en ello. Me falló un poco la distribución de los personajes, además de no considerar que todos son bastante coloridos, lo que hace que el foco de atención no sea tan claro como quería.

Personajes incluidos en la ilustración

Fran, Fell! Fran y Swap! Fran – Creaciones de @alanitaperez (Las versiones alternativas más representativas de Lovedtale).

Murder! Fran – Inspirado en una ilustración de @aniitaruiz. (Modifiqué el diseño ligeramente, aclarando su tono de piel para hacerlo más intimidante y quitándole el cabello blanco, ya que en Lovedtale este color tambien se usa para representar el nivel de pacifismo de un personaje).

Lovedtled! Fran – Creación de @melodi-friki. (También hice una pequeña modificación para que el blanco de su cabello no opacara al Fran original, que quería destacar).

Evil! Fran – Creación de @playerthegl1tch (Hice una pequeña modificación en el diseño del parche).

Error! Fran – Basado en una ilustración de @hannah-aoi-24. (Fue la versión que más modifiqué para reforzar su conexión con Error! Sans. En el diseño original se nota más que sería el hijo de este y de Core! Frisk, pero cambié ciertos detalles porque el diseño de Error! Sans me resulta más atractivo).

Origin! Fran – Creación de @alanitaperez. (Este diseño no es realmente una versión alternativa de Fran, sino el diseño original del personaje. Sin embargo, su comportamiento es similar al de Sink, por lo que para mí también podría considerarse una versión alternativa de él).

Épsilon Life! Fran y Under! Fran – Creaciones propias. (Esta es la primera vez que coloreo a Épsilon Life! Fran y también la primera vez que enseño a Under! Fran).

Quise agregar más versiones de Fran, pero solo con estas ya tardé mucho. Algunas de las que descarté fueron Time Tk! Fran y Epic! Fran, principalmente porque ya había demasiados personajes de Alanita. También dejé fuera otras versiones que no me parecían lo suficientemente originales o llamativas.

¿Haré lo mismo con otros personajes?

Tal vez repita este concepto con Sarik y Sink, así que si conocen versiones llamativas de ellos, déjenlas en los comentarios. Me ayudaría mucho si también incluyen información completa para encontrarlas, porque incluso con Fran, el hermano más popular, fue difícil hallar versiones alternativas. De hecho, prácticamente todas las versiones que usé las encontré porque Alanita ya las había compartido.

Sobre la plantilla

Esta plantilla la hice yo, y la dejo disponible para quien quiera hacer un dibujo similar con otro personaje. Pueden usarla sin problema, tienen todo mi permiso. Solo les pediría, por favor, que me den crédito por la plantilla.

Si quieren una recomendación para usarla, aquí dejo una idea de cómo distribuir los personajes:

A: Personaje original.

B: Versión más joven.

C: Versión más adulta.

D: Versión más curiosa o difícil de dibujar.

E: Versión más tranquila o paciente.

F: Versión más enojada o violenta.

G: Versión más loca.

H: Versión más hiperactiva.

I: Versión más poderosa.

J: Versión más inteligente o calculadora.

Me encanta el resultado. Sin duda, me esforcé mucho en este dibujo y ahora me hace dudar si quiero pasar por lo mismo con los otros dos hermanos. ¡MUCHAS GRACIAS POR VERLO!

[a--z--u--l]

Yo prefiero que alguien conozca todas las versiones de mí y decida sí quedarse o no con toda la información en la mesa.