#you meme español

[castial]

Joe Goldberg

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Sorry, everyone. I really did want to draw Noise everyday for August, but uh... I got my 10th rejection in the past 3 weeks. I'm not doing great, gonna be honest.

I'm on my last $1,000 for the month, can't pay my dental insurace for my wisdom teeth, so I'm leaning on my voice commissions and art to hopefully prepare for next month.

If I don't see ya, I'm happy this blog got as much love as it did. It helped me through college in my Spamton days, and it pulled me out of one of the worst jobs I ever took with Peppino. But the economy is s * * * , and I doubt my voice acting is gonna save me at this point.

Thanks for the love

- String for some, Dough for others

EGR

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Cositas de Cassandra por su cumple

(mejor tarde que nunca)

Te amo mi lesbiana fav💖💖

[occamstfs]

Spanish Shortcuts

Heyo, Here’s a Latino cultural/racial change, also my first foray into a possession transformation! Lessons to be learned about clicking dodgy links and letting spirits walk all over you!

¡Espero que lo disfrutes Atajos en Espanol! -Occam

The foreign language requirements of any American high school are guaranteed to be lackluster. It is no wonder that a nation so fixed on instilling American and English supremacy was so wont to neglect the study of foreign languages and culture. For his part Claude had just about forgotten all the Spanish that he learned not too many years ago. At the present moment he is browsing the web looking for some way to reclaim and improve on his meager knowledge. Despite his desire however, he is shockingly unwilling to do much at all to pursue this end.

Rather than the tried and true method of studying each day Claude is instead looking for not only the easy way, but an instantaneous way to regain his lost knowledge. This is obviously a beyond foolish endeavor, though having long heard tales of people waking up speaking in languages they hadn’t learned he was deep in rabbit holes online scouring for a ticket to bilingualism. Unwilling to admit that they were just old wives’ tales or shitposts he clicks link after link sure the next one will lead to some fruition.

Deep in websites he certainly should not be visiting without a firewall he actually stumbles on a thread in Spanish. Hastily translating the page through Google it promises the fluency of a native speaker through a single click. Claude scratches his cheek wondering whether or not to go through with it, could be malware, probably just a link to a meme or the like. He looks at the link in blue text, it’s just a name: Carlos Herrero. With little further ado Claude decides fuck it what’s the worst that could happen and clicks the name in blue.

The lights in his room flicker as his hand holding his mouse is promptly shocked. He pushes away from his desk shaking his hand in pain as suddenly there is a chill in the air. He shivers as he hears a voice, deep and unknown, whispering in his ear. ��Hola hola hola mi perrito.” Claude shakes his head feeling the tickle of a beard on his cheek and swats at the air. “Ay! Lo siento, ah- ¿cuál es su nombre? Claude ¿Verdad? ¿Me entiendes?” (Ah! Sorry, uh- What is your name? Claude, is it? Can you understand me?) 

Claude looks around his room in shock at this mysterious voice, immediately assuming he’s lost his mind. He shakes his head trying to wake up or come to his senses, after a few shakes he feels a cold powerful hand grasp his jaw. He hears the voice continue to speak in words he couldn’t understand and did his best not to process lest it worsen the state of his mind. His eyes widen in shock as he stares into the space, feeling the skin on his face contort in response to a hand that is not there. He feels the grip tighten and his breathing  accelerates as he starts to hyperventilate.

As if in response to his fear the hand disappears from his face and he feels a heavy arm around his shoulder. “¿No querías saber español?” (Do you not want to know Spanish?) Claude’s ears pick up as he hears Spanish he can just about recall. In doing so his brain immediately reprocessed the preceding events in order to maintain any semblance of sanity. The link must have worked! This is just a dream or something that will end with him knowing Spanish, just like a video game. He just needs to play along until he wakes up. Neglecting how real everything clearly is he addresses the voice, willing himself to believe whatever it is that it’s not malevolent. “Okay, uh I’m down for whatever, thanks for your help, uh, ghost?”

“De Nada, Claudio.” With this Claude’s visions flicker as the chill in the air fills him. He gasps and sees his breath condensate as every inch of his body is ice cold. Claude falls out of his chair and scratches at himself, instinctively trying to claw something out of his body. He rolls onto his hands and convulses, retching as if trying to throw something up. As the seconds pass he feels his body rapidly warm from the bitter freeze, unsure if this is a mirage of heat like the comfort one feels in the throes of hypothermia he paws at his chest.

Before finding confirmation in any way Claude hears the alluring whispers once more, though this time not tickling his ear. Rather it is now a voice within his own head. “Testing testing, ah would you look at that. Now I’m speaking a language you can understand huh? Hahah!” Claude’s brow furrows as he wipes spit from his mouth. This was not the easy nap and wake up anew process that he was promised. As if it had access to his thoughts the voice responds to this. “Ah sorry if I misled you little guy, this is going to be a bit of work. Trust though! It will certainly be easier and quicker than wasting your time studying!” Claude rolls his eyes before remembering since this is probably a dream that at the very least in reality this will be over briefly. 

Claude then tilts his head and asks out loud to the voice in his head, “Why are you speaking in English now?” It sounds just like the one he heard earlier, if not a little more playful as it responds, “Ahh language processors, something or other- Don’t worry your little head about it, in time we both will be thinking in Espanol ya? In the meantime why not jumpstart it!” Claude purses his lips trying to find the inscrutable voice’s intentions as he does so the heat in his body begins to convert to energy.

He suddenly feels as if he’s had enough caffeine to power a body three times his size. He feels every muscle in his body demand attention and exercise as his hands start to shake. “Oh would you look at that! If it’s any help any time I used to get excited or stressed I’d always hit the gym, ya dig?” Already motioning to get changed for the gym to blow off some of this energy Claude pauses to once more try and understand the implications of the voice’s statement. “Sorry, what do you mean you used to?” 

There is then a jarring silence in his mind. Claude stands, gym clothes in hand, without a thought in his mind before the voice replies trying its best to disarm him despite its deep gruff tone, “Ah well, you know how these things go, it’s just dream logic right? This is all lucid dream, the quicker you stop questioning the sooner you’ll be a pro.” He feels a vein of chill air dash through his mind once more and he nods in agreement. His eyes lose their sharpness as he decides to just listen, throwing on some clothes and heading out.

Heeding the voice he endeavors not to question his circumstances. He gets in his car and does not wonder why, if he is truly dreaming, that he did not just poof over. Feeling his heart start to beat quickly in his chest, in response to anxiety in his chest or to the energy only continuing to course through his veins he is not sure. He looks in his rearview mirror to calm himself and sees the same reflection he always has. Claude smiles at himself seeing at least his appearance is static in this dreadful dream and heads in to get this over with, the voice in his cheering him on as he makes his way in. Increasing in fervor and volume with each step towards the door.

Once inside he Claude is shocked as the voice suddenly drops out of his head leaving him once more with the harsh silence of but his own thoughts. After having such a loud visitor in his mind he is almost uncomfortable with the feeling. Stepping up to the counter to check in he greets the receptionist, “Heyo! It’s Claudio hermano!” The receptionist tilts his head as for a second it’s almost like two voices came from the man in front of him. Claude looks down at himself and clears his throat before trying again, “Lo, Urgh, Sorry about that, Um It’s Claude Smith.”

The receptionist checks him in and Claude goes off to stretch. He doesn’t usually spend much time at the gym, just enough to stay thin. But something inside him tells him that today will be different. Something inside him. His head twitches to the side as the idea washes across his mind. Looking around the room to ensure he’s alone he tries talking to the voice, doing so he does not notice that his pitch has lowered, “Hey uh, I know you told me not to ask questions. But did you make me call myself Claudio earlier?” Having paused his stretches he feels a burning in his arms and legs demanding they keep moving. Obeying the pain, his lips quiver as if he’s about to speak and the voice responds, “Ay ¿Crees? (You think so?)Es just a slip of the tongue ya?”

Claude continues stretching carefully, taking deep breaths to assuage the anxiety building in his chest. He is facing away from the wall of mirrors, unintentionally or through some subtle manipulation. Otherwise he may notice as his hair slowly begins to darken to a deep shade of brown. The blonde locks he has always been proud of maintain their length as they darken unnaturally. The thought pops into his head that he would look good with brown hair si? He shakes it away as soon as it appears though, biting his lip to avoid voicing his concern at how much power this “voice” has over him.

Trying to center himself he closes his eyes as he continues to stretch. The companion in his mind is thankfully quiet as he pushes away the discomfort at the silence and instead appreciates the freedom. Little does he know the presence is simply acting on him in other avenues as he stretches. Claude smiles as he feels the burning relief of his stretches, grunting quietly enough that he notices not how his voice has continued to deepen, inching closer to the voice that is not his own. 

The pleasant burn of his legs as he stretches them becomes almost intoxicating as he leans against the mirrored wall. Were his eyes open he would see his calves begin to grow beyond those that he wakes up to every morning. They begin to bulge larger and longer as he extends them. Muscle the size of a baseball forces its way onto them as he stands smiling dumbly. His thighs then stain larger to match pace as they expand to hold the weight of someone a foot taller than he. The soothing burn of stretching hides the soreness that should be apparent and Claude begins to sweat as if he has been heartily working out for some time now.

Not to be outdone there is a whisper in his head that he should stretch his arms as well. Without a further thought, almost without his mind even sending the order to do so, his arms are out in front of him. Each second his arms lie extended they stretch further out from his torso. Claude motions to stretch his shoulders, wrapping one arm around the other, his biceps rub against each other as he squeezes his arm tight to his chest. His arms begin to show a bulge of muscle as he stands there biting his lip at the pleasure being wrought upon him through simple stretching.

Finally he raises his arms above his head to stretch his meager chest, struggling to do so as his larger muscles have begun to impede his dexterity. With his arms in the air and his pits exposed he notices that something has begun to stink up the locker room he’s been stretching in. Claude opens his eyes looking for the assailant, to no avail. He turns his head to the side thoughtlessly putting his nose in his pit, finding the scent closer he takes a deep breath before finding himself starting to chub at the scent. The voice in his head laughs, “¡Jajaja! ¡Nice brazos (arms) perrito! ¿A ti también te gusta mi olor, eh?” (You like my smell as well huh?)

Despite his best efforts at centering himself during his stretches, he is once more consumed with anxiety. He looks down at his body that he knows should be petite but instead finds one that does not go two days without hitting el gimnasio. He flinches as his mind automatically went for the word in Spanish. Wait, did the voice in his head just say his smell!? He sniffs the air and a thought forces itself to the front of his mind, Well this is what I wanted wasn’t it? His ears ring as he is not sure if those are his thoughts or ones implanted by whatever monster is doing this to him.

Claude feels an itch on his hand and he looks down to see the hand that clicked that link some time ago as it begins to darken. He sees a rich tan begin to spread up his suddenly muscular arm as veins throb down it aiming to increase the mass. “Q- What es, happening!?” Claude turns to look in the mirror and finds the tan racing across his body. He sees the patches of his unmistakably white skin tone become naturally sunkissed as his eyes widen in shock. He freezes up and the voice in his head takes advantage and tries to seize control outright, flexing his arm and revealing the thin patch of blonde hair in his pit as it grows dark as the hair on his head and thickens beyond the pale. The voice speaks in his mind deeper and stronger than ever as he begins to outright vie for control, “Tranquilo Claudio. (Chill out Claudio.) Let us see what I can do jaja!”

It takes a bit of concerted effort but the voice, who outs himself unsurprisingly as Carlos himself, step by step forces Claude’s body across the room in his catatonia. Claude feels a smirk on his face as Carlos positions him at the bench press. He clumsily lays back on the bench before checking the weights. Looks like some cabrón left his weights on the bar, though actually it's fortunate as Carlos doubts he has the ability to do such complex motor functions as he feels Claude start to wake from his stupor.

Carlos feels an itch on Claude’s face and he begins to smirk as he feels facial hair begin to grow, “Ay he might have cojones yet jaja!” Claude feels his mouth move of its own accord and finally notices that his voice has lowered considerably and he feels his body struggle as he tries to gasp as hears it develop a deep accent.

Before Claude can wrestle control back Carlos grabs for the bar and starts to do a rep. He grunts as he realizes this body is simply not strong enough at the moment to manage the weight that was left on the rack. As the pole is just about to pin him however Claude senses the peril and both minds in the body force the bar up. “¡Bien Claudio! Let’s see what we can do juntamente si?” (together yes?) Claude tries to grunt out a protestation but is suddenly racked with pain as his body must grow larger to force the bar up.

Both men feel as weight begins to pile onto the twink’s only recently muscled body. Claude feels as pecs develop on his chest, totally ripping the tank top that had grown tight while stretching. Carlos feels as his biceps surge larger than the thighs this weak body had not two hours ago. The expression on his face flickers between ecstasy and concern as he lies on the bench doing repetitions as his core strengthens and puts on mass.

After his chest and arms grow large enough to send existential fear into Claude’s mind and a hungry lust for more into Carlos’ balls, Claude stumbles off the bench and falls to the floor, letting the weights crash next to him. He feels pin pricks as tattoos begin to stain his tanned skin and he cries out in his changed voice, “No! Este es- This isn’t right!” with each word his voice cracks deeper and the English words become a tad more difficult to maneuver his mouth around. Without a beat, Carlos immediately takes control of his mouth and responds as his voice finishes changing to match the one in his head. “Ah, ahí estás equivocado amigo. Esto es perfección.” (Ah, there you are wrong friend. This is perfection)

Claude stands to stare in the mirror watching sweat trail down his body and ink rise in his skin. He looks at his chin as a beard begins to shadow his face. He sees his eyes as they flicker and begin to darken to a deep cacao brown. His lip quivers as if he is about to cry before without any input from him it turns to a sneer as he feels Carlos chastise him without words. Claude feels a pit in his chest as not only does he not need to hear them, he begins to feel the disdain himself. As if the will of Carlos was starting to become his own.

This causes a surge in his crotch as he feels in that regard Carlos has already wrestled full control. He feels his balls that are not his begin to grow and demand attention. They feel full and needy as pre begins to leak out of his growing erection. That happens anytime he goes to the gym si? As his eyes shift down to see his bulge make itself known his facial hair expands and his pubes begin to crest above his waistline. The small bush of pit hair begins to grow into a jungle as his balls work overtime to produce testosterone to power his poderoso body.

Feeling the hormones from Carlos’ balls pump through his veins Claude realizes what a losing battle he faces. He feels his thoughts begin to mingle with the man he foolishly allowed into his body as he begins to feel himself overwhelmed with the pressure and lust issuing forth from his crotch. He feels his fluency in English begin to wane as Carlos begins to overpower every aspect of his personality. Claude continues to stare at his reflection in the mirror and the anxiety and fear rapidly dissipate as he enjoys the power that he wields. “¡Dios estoy tan chacondo!” (God I’m so Horny) The two men voice as one, his voice reverberating through his chest as he feels power continue to surge through him.

Claude watches as his body flexes itself in the mirror without a single thought or any input from him. Not that he minds, it’s doing exactly what he would be doing anyway si? He smirks seeing his cock bob up and down as he struts across the gym floor. Every thought in his head is in fluent Spanish as he feels his identity fully mingle with Carlos’ as they truly become one. Despite this originally being Claude’s body he feels himself shrink and mold as he becomes an aspect of Carlos’ personality. Every action, every word, every movement will be crafted by the two of them. Though altogether Claude will just about always find himself thinking just as Carlos does, and both minds will more often than not be ruled by the powerful hormones coming from below.

“Debería haber preguntado sobre los términos y condiciones, Hermano.” (Should’ve asked for the terms and conditions bro.) He thinks to himself as he makes his way to the gym’s showers to pump one out. Over time even Carlos would forget that this has not always been his body. Each day he would continue to make it his own, increasing his mass and power. Outgrowing a wardrobe of clothes he would never be caught dead wearing. It did not take long at all to establish his supremacy as Carlos Herrero. Though there was some inherent difficulty navigating this land only knowing Spanish, Carlos managed well enough, confident that if needed he could perhaps let his passenger breathe enough to regain some English. At this point however it’s hard to say if any remnants of Claude remain, and moreover if he would even desire to emerge back into his own mind, it is of course much easier to simply indulge in the ceaseless pleasure he has found for himself within Carlos’ mind.

[miss-conner3]

En Español: Aquí

This was going to reference a sibling dynamic meme, but I got too excited XD

Brief context: Height difference in a future where Ando becomes a wandering traveler and the lamb digivolves until it reaches its maximum potential.

Or something similar to that, hehe (ouo)

I hope you like it!

Extra: A little idea regarding my two sheep!

"Forever is a long time, little lamb..."

This is the moment where I comment that I like light angst, but it's rare that I prioritize it, so don't worry (?)

[mesdelostrescaballeros2024]

¡Bienvenidos! Bem-vindo! Welcome!

...to the Month of the Three Caballeros! In honor of Latin Heritage Month in the United States and the many Independence Days in Latin America that occur, we are kicking off an event to honor our favorite Disney Bird Trio, the Three Caballeros that will span the entire month of September 2024! All canon and fan canon is allowed! Disney IP is encouraged, which includes: Saludos Amigos, The Three Caballeros, DuckTales 2017, The Legend of the Three Caballeros, and even Gran Fiesta Tour at Disney World Epcot! YES, Miguelito Maracas too! If you can join, we would love to have you! If you would simply want to spectate, fasten your seatbelts because YOU TOO can participate! Prompts We are asking YOU, yes YOU!, to send in some prompts to help encourage our would-be artists, fanfic writers, cosplayers, meme creators, and other creatives to create for the day or for the week! Schedule Sunday September 1st - Saturday September 7th - Jose Carioca Week Sunday September 8th - Saturday September 14th - Donald Duck Week Sunday September 15th - Saturday September 21st - Panchito Pistoles Week Sunday September 22nd - Saturday September 28th - Three Caballeros Week Sunday September 29th and September 30th - !!!!!!! FREE FOR ALL Rules - Use the tag: #mesdelostrescaballeros2024 and follow along to see fun cute works from the fandom! - Use Asks to submit your questions! - Use Submit to submit your prompts! Submissions are now closed! - Don't be weird!!! All prompts must be rated PG at least! - Any romantic ships or nsfw MUST be tagged accordingly! - If you see something you don't like, simply mind your business! <3 - This is an art event to have fun!!! SO HAVE FUN! FAQ Here

En español!

Em português!

[kathjack]

Spooky month memes pero esta vez todos están en español y son mega gays ñ

Trasnaltion at the end tho

Sigh

1- "LOOK, I made heart shaped cookies" "Kevin, I saw a post that said that - people that bake desserts have depression"

2- "WARNING: Kids that are left in this place without maternal supervision will be sold as slaves"

3- "Could a depressed person do this? *Gets wasted*"

4-"Holy fuck how do you take those pictures - I took this one"

5- "Bad, you have a boyfriend already" "He's my best friend dumbass - I mean - My best friend, dumbass - Well - He's also my dumbass bestfriend"

6- "4 years and I'm still head over heels" "You better be son of a bitch"

7- "Sweetie, sorry! - I forgot to pack you a spoon for the soup" "It's okay love - I figured something out - Isn't your husband a genuis?"

8- "Introduce the one in the red dress" "That's my mom" "Oh, sorry"

9- "Where do I sleep?" "In the floor - Let them sleep"

10- "What? Are you here yet?" "The purple house - Yep - There's a bald man outside" "That's my grandpa"

[castial]

[lynaferns]

Apr 7 2022

You know tha image of a golden retriever next to a werewolf statue?

Jul 31 2022

meme español

Because most of you won't understand this here is the photo of a cat

Feb 26 2022

I got a little inspired to create this in 5 hours

(you have no idea how hard it was to find the image again)

[lockedtranslation]

Devil’s in the details pt. 2 / El problema está en los detalles pt. 2

(español después del salto)

The experience of reading Harrow the Ninth is quite unique, with its multiple timelines, actively rewriting the first book of the series, characters creating literature within the canon, and memes. In it all, trying to make sense of it all and stay ahead of the plot is an aspect that keeps the reader engaged and paying close attention to detail. The reader knows something is very wrong, and the writer wants them to piece it together. Here, we will examine one example. Spoilers after the cut.

Throughout the book, the name Gideon has been switched for Ortus. I must confess it took me up until the big reveal of what Harrow had done during the first reading to make sense of it. Upon a second reading it became quite obvious, and it made me wonder “how could I have missed this?”.

One of the clues comes up during a conversation between Augustine, Harrow and Ianthe, when Augustine makes this joke:

“Just believe me when I say that when I want Ortus to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.” (This did not make much sense to you, as a joke.)

Before the reader understands what is happening with the name of Ortus, it also won’t make sense to them. In-canon, Harrow has made it so that nothing reminds her of Gideon and, seeing as she shares this name with the lyctor, she is hearing the name of who she has convinced herself was her cavalier. Without this change, the line would read:

Just believe me when I say that when I want Gideon to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.

Which makes much more sense. In Spanish, the translation goes:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Ortus se dé el «pireon». (La expresión no tenía mucho sentido para ti. No te había quedado claro si era un chiste).

Again, when replacing the name it reads like

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Gideon se dé el «pireon».

It can be seen that it rhymes, same as in English. The creativity of the translator comes into play when puns and plays on words come up. The translator utilizes the translation technique of transposition, as the original word “gone” is a verb and the word used in the translation “pireon” is a noun. It was translated in a way that would allow the reader in any language the possibility to connect the dots with all the context clues they had already gotten.

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La experiencia de leer Harrow the Ninth es bastante única, con sus múltiples líneas del tiempo, la reescritura activa del primer libro de la serie, personajes que crean literatura dentro del canon y los memes. Dentro de todo, tratar de comprender todo y entender la trama es un aspecto que mantiene al lector inmerso y atento a los detalles. El lector sabe que algo está mal y la escritora quiere que lo descifre. Aquí, examinaremos un ejemplo. Spoilers para HtN.

A lo largo del libro, el nombre de Gideon se cambió por Ortus. Debo confesar que me tomó hasta que se reveló lo que Harrow hizo mientras lo leía por la primera vez para entender qué estaba pasando. En una segunda lectura, se volvió muy obvio, y me hizo preguntarme “¿cómo no vi esto?”.

Una de las pistas surge en una conversación entre Augustine, Harrow e Ianthe, cuando Augustine hace la siguiente broma:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Ortus se dé el «pireon». (La expresión no tenía mucho sentido para ti. No te había quedado claro si era un chiste).

En el fragmento original, lee:

“Just believe me when I say that when I want Ortus to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.” (This did not make much sense to you, as a joke.)

Si el lector todavía no entiende lo que está pasando con el nombre de Ortus, tampoco entenderá si es un chiste. En la historia, Harrow cambió todo en su cerebro para que nada le recuerde a Gideon y, como comparte nombre con el lictor, escucha el nombre de quien ella cree que fue su caballero. Sin este cambio, el fragmento leería:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Gideon se dé el «pireon».

(Just believe me when I say that when I want Gideon to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.)

Así tiene más sentido en ambas versiones. El chiste es que rima el nombre con la última parte de la frase. La creatividad del traductor se manifiesta cuando hay estos juegos de palabras. En este caso, el traductor recurrió a la transposición, debido a que la palabra original “gone” es un verbo y la palabra en la traducción es “pireon”, que es un sustantivo. Se tradujo de una manera que el lector pudiera conectar los puntos con el contexto que ya tenía, si es que para ese momento ya había entendido lo que Harrow todavía no

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SFW:

TO & ANE routes as your partners!

“Could you hug me?”

ANE routes when you're upset.

Nevra as your boyfriend

Valkyon and Ezarel as your boyfriends (individual)

Lance as your boyfriend

TO & ANE routes when you are sick

TO & ANE routes; sleeping headcanons

Nevra and Lance with a strong S/O

Angst headcanons

O.S Nevra ANE: "First birthday"

Dates with nevra!

The first night Erika entered the crystal for Nevra

Español:

¡Primera cita con las rutas!

NSFW:

You saying "I love you" during sex.

Leiftan as your boyfriend (N-SFW)

TO & ANE routes when they get a boner.

O.S Nevra: "A little bit of fun won't hurt."

TO & ANE routes when they try to turn you on

Squirting headcanons.

TO & ANE routes eating you out

NSFW alphabet for Ezarel

OTHERS: 

Valkyon's beauty appreciation because he deserves it!

My Nevra fanart...

A little headcanon...

OC-

Random headcanons (meme)

[mintgreenyumysblog]

//English//

Can we ignore the fact that I shaded a being that emanated light? Thanks, it's just part of the meme.

I really liked these alternate versions of the Dreamtale siblings, the creator is @matthebat002 on twitter/X

A small doodle in passing

//Español//

¿Podemos ignorar el hecho que puse sombras a literalmente un ser de luz? gracias, es por el meme.

Me gustó muco esta versión alterna de Dream y Nightmare, el creador es @matthebat002 en twitter/ X.

De paso un pequeño garabato.

Nightmare: Why are you like that?

Dream: And why not?

[starberry-cupcake]

HEWWO, me mandé de un atracón tu recap de TLT. Deleitade estoy de pillar a alguien más que hable español en este fandom dhdkf mi semana ha sido como el pico y tus posts me mataron de risa. HAY REFERNCIAS A MEMES LATAM QUE SON ALTO BONUS BILINGÜE TKM #graciasportanto

¡Muchas gracias! ♥ Me alegra saber que hay más gente que aprecia los detalles en español, en especial lo de "la gideon del nueve", cortesía de mi hermana jaja Gracias por leer y por tomar el tiempo de mandar mensaje T_T ♥

Side note, I'm taking this opportunity to give a PSA at large about my TLT recaps: I've been having a Tough Week with a lot of stuff going on and I got sick in the midst of it, so I haven't been able to catch up. I'll be back when I'm feeling better and I've caught up with life 🙏 Very ironic that everything went to shit the minute I saw Camilla again but such is life. Thank you for your patience!