#haga san

[dmmdconfessions]

[Image text: Mr. Haga is the true king of DMMd. Business owner, kind, understanding, hires gays and helps said gay employee run from the police. I mean, who's doing it better than him? Four for you, Glenn Coco.]

#i think this is the funniest edit i've made for this blog #haga #haga san #haga dramatical murder #haga dmmd #sfw #srs #dmmdgame #confession #confessions #dramatical murder #dmmd #dmmd confession #dmmd confessions #dramatical murder confession #dramatical murder confessions

[baked-bread]

posting this edit simply because i think it's the funniest thing ever

original image made for this post: x

#haga #mr. haga #haga san #dmmd #dramatical murder #edit #image #haga dmmd #haga dramatical murder

[transmasc-slykinnie]

I don't think I shared this during my break/hiatus but I just saw it so now everyone does

#dmmd #dramatical murder #dmmd aoba #Sadly #dramaticalmurder #toue dmmd #dmmd toue #Is there even a tag for haga what the fuck #Haga San dmmd #Dmmd haga san #This is awful #I'm sorry to whoever decides to open the dmmd tag this morning and is met with this

[al-perthe]

Proud of my ears and the kanji I remember!

I was watching "Komi-san Can't Communicate" in Japanese, and thought that Chocolate (the cat)'s voice sounded familiar, especially when she referred to herself as 'ore'.

When I paused on the VA credits, I recognized "Taka" in her name, but not the other kanji.

Did a google search and confirmed - she's voiced by Urara Takano... who I recognized as Insector Haga (Weevil)'s VA!

#yugioh dm #komi san can't communicate #insector haga #weevil underwood

[kiyoomi-levin]

No Sense (Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader)

summary::: sakusa has never encountered a clean object, much less a clean human being. so why is it that you, the first-year new manager of Itachiyama's volleyball club is? word count::: 3.4k music rec::: love 119 - riize warning?::: sakusa's kind of an ass & can't communicate

This really isn't like him. It really isn't like the one and only Sakusa Kiyoomi to find someone attractive at first sight. More alarmingly, it really isn’t like him to find someone clean. 

He's always known he was different. While other kids chased each other and rolled around the dirt pavement of the playground, Sakusa refused to step into the sandbox or touch the playset. It was disgusting. Couldn't they see? It was only when he entered elementary school that he learned he was the only one with this ability: being able to physically see germs.

The dirtier something was--and unfortunately, most things in this universe are really fucking dirty-- the darker the glow around them became. The subway seats, the door handle to his classroom, the reusable utensils from restaurants were all surrounded by darkness, so dark he felt sick. His backpack, the clock hanging above the chalkboard, and Motoya Komori, his closest friend and cousin, all classified as semi-dirty, with a light gray surrounding them. In his life, he's only seen two things without a ring of germs. His body after a nice, long, 40 minute shower and… you.

It doesn't make sense. Even newly bought scissors still inside their packaging are slightly dirty (from being exposed to the particles of the factory they're from, duh). So why? Why is it that a random first-year didn't have that dark glow around her? New people (whose hygiene habits were a mystery) were always especially dirty, surrounded by a shadow composed of gray and black.

It just doesn't make sense.

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"Hey, they're introducing the new manager today!" Ito Asahi, the 2nd-year outsider hitter, calls out as Sakusa and Komori walks in. 

Sakusa takes a glance around the gym. Today, it’s especially clean, uplifting his sour mood from being touched intentionally by some girl from class 2-B. Komori notices and smiles playfully.

"Looks like you can forgive and forget Nakamura now, right?" He murmurs. 

"Who?"

Komori sighs, feeling sorry for the short-haired girl in love with his brainless cousin. 

"Never mind."

"We're welcoming our new manager. She just transferred," Iizuna, Itachiyama’s captain, says as he rolls out the volleyball cart from the closet.

"Be nice,” he says, glaring at the club’s center.

Sakusa frowns under his mask, forehead wrinkling.

"You're the reason why Azuma-san quit. I'll be watching you." 

Sakusa grimaces harder. Nothing escapes Iizuna's line of sight, unfortunately. It pays off during matches, but outside the court it’s nothing but a hindrance.

Besides, it wasn't his fault that the grubby-handed manager had repeatedly mixed his jersey with everyone else's, loaned his water bottle to the new first-year players, and, worst of all, used his phone to make a call.

The final straw was when the 3rd-year girl had handed him a used towel. Less than 30 seconds after the exchange, Sakusa had her pressed against the wall and whispered some not-so-kind, germ related insults that led to her filing for her retirement the next morning.

"Who is it?" Komori asks, flopping onto the floor and beginning his stretches. Iizuna grins, rolling a ball in his hands. Iizuna knew you well as a distant family friend, and knows you'll fit in well.

"She's a first-year with a ton of experience as the former manager of Ushimi Middle School," Haga, the backup setter, cuts in, leaning over to help Komori reach his toes. 

Iizuna’s response fades out as Sakusa's mental encyclopedia goes to work.

"Ushimi Middle. Bokuto Kotaro," He says, taking off his mask. Haga smirks, knowing the wing spiker had memorized the magazine introducing the top Japanese high school players.

"Yeah, she's close with Bokuto. They apparently dated," Hirota chimes in, emerging from the stands. Hirota, never one to shy away from gossip, watches as Sakusa raises his eyebrows.

Disgusting. You dated that energetic, owl-freak who looks like someone who doesn't wash their hands after eating? You must be at his level of contamination. Internally groaning, Sakusa can only hope you'd wear gloves around him.

"Relax," Komori says, “we don’t know if that’s true.”

"That means she likes older guys, huh... think I have a chance?" Asahi says, promptly being slapped on the back of the head by Iizuna.

"Group up!" A shout from their coach, Hirata-sensei, gets the boys to line up in three rows. Aces and third years at the front, first years at the back. Iizuna walks next to the coach, holding a new manager jacket.

It's silent for a moment, and the door swings open as Sakusa picks at his thin cotton shirt. Why is there lint on it? He should get a new lint roller, this brand wasn't cutting it. And switching detergent brands was also a mistake, this new one makes his skin itch…

The first years begin murmuring behind him.

Sakusa refuses to look up, though. He's not ready to see the grime surrounding you.

"Hello," a voice calls out. "I'm l/n y/n. I'm a first year, and I transferred this semester. I previously was manager of Ushimi Middle. I'll try my best... If you have any concerns or special requests, please don't be shy to talk to me."

Cheers, and Sakusa hears Iizuna welcoming you and passing you the jacket. Coach suddenly calls him out.

"This is Sakusa Kiyoomi, our ace. Be wary as you approach him and his belongings." 

Sakusa looks up to glare at his coach and the newbie.

He blinks. Once. Twice. Three times just in case.

You're clean. Clean. There's no ring of germs floating around you. It's what he sees after getting out of the shower. It's not possible.

"Kiyoomi?" Coach says. Sakusa blinks. What?

"Uh. I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi." He hears his teammates behind him whispering and giggling, no doubt misunderstanding his shock.

You smile, and he feels his gut twisting.

"I've heard a lot about you, Sakusa. I look forward to working with you! I'll take care of your things."

You're kind of cute. He doesn't know how else to describe you, he's never examined a girl. He's seen many girls in his life, more than a dozen have approached him in just this past year-- all quickly rebuked. He's not a virgin (thinking about his past experiences makes him gag), but something makes him feel like a shy boy experiencing his first love.

Your eyes are bright and your smile is almost blinding. When has he gotten so cheesy?

As coach introduces the other aces, Sakusa can't take his eyes off of you as you giggle at Komori's stupid introduction (he suddenly feels a surge of anger towards his innocent cousin). 

It doesn't make sense.

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It's been almost a month since you've begun your duties as manager, and it's going great! You couldn't have asked for a better group of players. 

And yet, despite the easy-going attitude of the overall team, one thing (yes, he doesn't even qualify as a human) always messes with you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi.

The only student who you were not able to warm up to. Everyone else on the team was incredibly friendly, requesting you call them by their first names. Tsukasa takes good care of you, Motoya purchases the always-sold-out cafeteria sandwiches for you, and Asahi helps you prepare for exams. But Sakusa refuses to even look your way and snaps when you touch his towel or water bottle (even with the disposable gloves you purchased at the mini-mart). 

It hurts, being shunned by someone who you admire so much. You've known about him and his skills since middle school, and when you were accepted into Itachiyama, you were thrilled at the prospect of supporting someone so dedicated to his passion. But this player (who you curse internally) glares at you, watching as you head towards the benches.

I won't touch your stuff, relax, you think to yourself as you pick up Haga's bag. What more could you do? You've tried different methods to approach him, washing your hands more often than usual, using hand sanitizer as you approach him, and even changing your shampoo and body wash to a brand he prefers (thanks to Motoya’s intel). 

And yet, he still stares at you like you’re a freak.

“Hey, be careful.” You jump as Sakusa presses up behind you, staring at his sports tape in your gloved hand. You frown. For a germaphobe who despises you, he sure gets close sometimes.

“I am!” You snap, and despite your anger, you gently place the tape into his bag. With that, you turn away quickly, running off to refill his water.

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“Yeah, you’re an asshole.” Komori says, sighing. “You’re acting like a fucking first grader, Kiyoomi, one of those kids who teases the girl they like.”

Sakusa nearly drops his sandwich. 

Really? Is that how he comes across? 

“Is it obvious?” 

Komori’s mouth drops. He had simply been teasing. Who had replaced his cold and calculated cousin with this honest and socially-conscious Kiyoomi?

“Wait, really? You really like her?” Komori leans in. 

Ugh. Sakusa pulls away quickly, packing up his belongings as the bell rings. 

No. He’s just interested in why you’re clean. 

That’s the only reason. 

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“y/n!” Sakusa barks. You flinch. He’s in an especially prickly mood thanks to the upcoming practice match with Nekoma. 

Without hesitation, you begin to sanitize your hands as you rush over to where he’s sitting.

“Wipe my face for me,” he demands, much to your shock as you near him. His gorgeous face (sculpted by God himself, no doubt) is covered in a light layer of sweat.

You gape, eyeing the towel folded perfectly on top of his bag. Never in the past three months have you seen anyone touching Sakusa, not even with gloves on. Even Sakusa himself rarely touches his own face, only to put on and take off his mask. 

“Hurry up,” Sakusa breathes impatiently, placing his bottle on the floor. 

Wait, are you really allowed to touch him? What’s going on? Are you in an alternate universe?

“Uh–” you fumble as your scattered mind tries to collect itself. “Let me get my glov-”

“Shut up. Just wipe it off,” he says, closing his eyes and bowing his head. 

“Idiot,” he murmurs. That snaps you back, and a rush of adrenaline fills your body as you gulp.

Time’s moving in slow motion. 

You carefully pick up his towel, a soft, red item that always smells of Sakusa’s laundry detergent and is free of lint. 

You reach up, gently patting his face. Starting from his chin, then above his thin lips, the sides of his nose, his forehead where those adorable two moles lie. 

“Done,” you whisper, taking a step back. You let out a huge sigh of relief, realizing you’ve been holding your breath this whole time. 

Sakusa’s eyes slide open and he peers down directly into yours.

Again, time stops. 

As he wordlessly turns away, you feel your stomach fluttering. 

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Why does he treat you different?

Your friends can only think of a few logical explanations to his strange behavior over this past month. 

“He’s warmed up to you,” one of your friends proposes. 

Another one scoffs. 

“He probably got scolded by the coach for being rude to you.”

Your best friend, Yuyuka, has the most realistic theory. 

“He was replaced by aliens.”

Yes, that must be it. Because wiping his sweat for him, refilling his water bottle gloveless, and handling his club jacket and jersey has become your responsibility. 

You so badly want to ask Sakusa–no, Kiyoomi, which he casually demanded you to refer to him as, why. 

Why does he let you do these things? Why does he allow you to use his precious phone to make emergency calls? Why do the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles at the sight of you scrubbing his favorite volleyball clean? 

Why did he hug you secretly after the team’s victory against Aoba Johsai last week?

You still can’t forget the way his slightly damp body held you for one, two, three seconds behind the gym before he gently shoved you away.

 “What could it be, Komori…” you breathe aloud, head clouded with thoughts of Kiyoomi and his gorgeous face. 

Your trusty informant, Komori, internally gags. While he loves you and Kiyoomi, it sure is irritating to have you gush about Kiyoomi to him in one ear and Kiyoomi ranting about you in the other. 

Could you two just confess already? Komori thinks, sighing. 

“Honestly? You’re basically dating already,” Komori retorts, glancing through the door to make sure his gossip-hungry teammates are out of range.

“Just ask him out. I swear it’ll go well.”

Your head snaps up towards the talented libero. 

“No! I mean, I just can’t be sure… It’s just so weird! Like he hates me and sometimes he’s nice, but then he just pushes me away…” 

Komori rubs his temples. That stupid ass tsundere. 

“Oh! By the way… y/n, are you also… a germaphobe?” You frown. 

“Of course not. Why? Has he asked? Does he ask about me?” You ask, eyes brightening. Komori shakes his head. 

“It’s just weird. I mean, Kiyoomi said that you’re clean.” Your eyebrows furrow. 

What does that mean?

As if reading your thoughts, Komori begins to explain. 

“That guy… he can see germs. It’s weird. I mean, he thinks even I’m dirty, but he said from the start that you’re–”

“Komori!” A furious Sakusa shouts from the court. “Break’s been over for 29 seconds!”

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“Listen, I’ve figured it out,” Yuyuka says in a whisper. The two of you are hiding at the top of the stairwell, plotting the ‘ultimate Sakusa Kiyoomi x l/n y/n plan.��

“Men… they require a push-and-pull. You’ve always been at his mercy, right? Since the beginning you’ve always admired him.” You nod intently. 

“Exactly! So now you’re gonna ignore him.”

You squeeze your hands together. Could you really do that, though? Wouldn’t that just irritate him? But more importantly, you didn’t want to do anything to hinder his athletic performance on court–

“Stop overthinking!” Yuyuka scolds as you pout. 

“But…” 

“You got this! I swear, this’ll work. If he likes you, he’ll ask you directly what the problem is.”

As you head down the stairs and towards the volleyball gymnasium, you can’t help but wonder why, despite her romantic wisdom, Yuyuka has never been in a relationship. 

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Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since you’ve talked to Sakusa, touched his face, handled his water bottle and ball and had your hands on his sports tape. 

Since you’ve begun this ignore-Kiyoomi-until-he-confesses nothing has happened, other than him glaring at you from across the court every moment you’re in his sight.

Yuyuka’s words ring in your mind. See, he doesn’t like you. You’re always the one to initiate! He doesn’t care about you, girl. Just let him go. 

You feel tears welling in your eyes as you mop. Seriously, why are you even this upset over a situationship? Pathetic. He never liked you in the first place. It was just a one-sided misunderstanding. Even when you had walked home together, after all, it was at Komori’s insistence. 

But then why had he purchased a Christmas gift for you?

Wait, it couldn’t have been that he had just received those chocolates from other girls and pawned them off to you, right? That sounds like something he'd do.

Fucking asshole. 

“I can find someone else,” you mutter to yourself. “Yeah… I can find anyone else, stupid Kiyoomi…”

Lost in your thoughts, you envision yourself dumping him into a pit of mud. That makes you smile.

“Watch out!” 

You don’t get the chance to react as a blue volleyball flies towards you at what looks like 500 mph. 

“Oof!”

The ball collides with your left shoulder, sending you backwards. You stumble and fall on your butt, humiliated and in pain. 

Stupid Kiyoomi!

Now you know he really hates you– no one on the team hits this hard!

“y/n!” The team is rushing towards you as you clench your shoulder. 

“I’ll take you–” Iizuna calls out, but he reaches you first. 

“Kiyoomi.” You whimper.

Sakusa’s panting, and bright red, but without hesitation, leans down and sweeps you into his arms, bridal-carry style.  

“Here we go,” he mumbles as he takes you away, towards the back of the gym. 

You close your eyes, burying your head in your hands, shoulder throbbing. God! Anyone but Kiyoomi would have been fine, why’d it have to be him, and why’d they all have to see you being wiped out by a single ball, so embarrassing…

“You’re a dumbass, huh,” Sakusa says as he lowers you onto the bench. Your eyes burn. It’s his fault, and he’s degrading you? 

“Seriously. How many times have we told you not to fucking stand there, it’s dangerous, and watch your positioning on court–” 

“It’s your fault!” You shout at him. The loud gym awkwardly goes quiet.

Sakusa’s eyes widen, but you just can’t stop yourself. 

“You hit it! Why’s it my fault? You’ve been ignoring me!”

Now tears are really streaming down your face. 

Your bottom lip is quivering, and Sakusa hates himself that even in your vulnerable state, he’s only consumed with thoughts of biting it. 

“But it wasn’t– I didn’t–” Panicked, he looks around wildly, making eye contact with his cousin, who shakes his head as he ushers the rest of the team out of the gym. 

Now, in silence, it feels like for the first time, Sakusa can really see you. Not as just the strangely clean manager, but as a confused and heartbroken girl. 

“Sorry.”

You take in a small inhale, wiping your eyes. Sakusa reaches forward, grasping your hands. He gently taps your tears away with the sleeve of his sweater. In a shift motion, you suddenly find yourself in his lap, to your surprise. 

“Kiyoomi! I’m not clean,” you mumble, “I fell on the floor of the gym, in a spot where I haven’t mopped yet–”

“I don’t care.”

You sit here awkwardly, relishing the feeling of the body heat radiating from his chest. 

“Um… ” you start, squeezing your hands into fists.

“I like you. Sorry. I’ve– well, I’m an asshole. I know. And I’ve tried really hard to be more open. But it’s really hard. Not that that’s an excuse, Komori already chewed me out, so I know already. I fucked up, but since the start–” 

You can’t help it, you’re pressing your lips against his. 

“Wait, y/n, I–” You lean in again, twisting your body carefully so you’re sitting sideways.

You reach up, taking his face into your hands. His curly hair is even softer than you anticipated, no doubt thanks to his carefully selected conditioner. 

Sakusa takes a deep breath, looking into your clear eyes. It’s like you’re seeing into him, through him, at the real him– a socially restricted germaphobe riddled with flaws. 

But it’s as if you don’t care. 

He’ll tell you about his problems later, but for now, he closes his eyes and lets you steal his lips again. 

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“Ooh, it’s so loud,” You whisper to your boyfriend, grasping his hand tightly. As you glance over, you can’t help but smile as you study Sakusa masked up and wrapped up in his hoodie. 

It’s the Spring Tournament opening ceremony, meaning that there’s a hell ton of dirty, dirty people. He feels like throwing up, typically he stands in the corner, away from the masses of excited athletes and viewers, but he just doesn’t want to leave your side, especially because who he knows is here– the team’s first opponent, Fukurodani, that boasts a dirty simpleton who also happens to be your ex. 

“y/n, I feel sick,” he groans, slumping against you. You giggle, massaging the top of his head with your fingertips. 

“y/nnn!” A loud shout rings down the hallway. A familiar silhouette– 

“Kotaro!” A grin spreads across your face as your ex and trusty partner in crime, Bokuto Kotaro, skips down the hall towards where you’re standing with Sakusa. 

“Aw, it’s been so long, y/n, I’ve missed you!” Bokuto shouts, excitable as ever, inching closer. “Seriously, why’d you have to switch districts? Lemme get a hug!” 

You’re shaking off your boyfriend’s arm when Sakusa suddenly shifts, creating a barrier between you and the owl-headed athlete. 

“Gross.” 

Bokuto looks taken aback, frowning as he identifies the grumpy man on your shoulder. 

“Sure, sure, I’ll go wash my hands before touching her,” he grumbles, spinning on his heels. 

“No need,” Sakusa says, pulling you closer as Bokuto marches away, arms folded. 

“You can ask for a hug when she has to console your loss.”

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a/n urgh i give up. sorry this is so shit. i give up. i've been working on this for so fucking long and it's just so bad. so cringe. but hope you liked or this helped you pass your time LOL this is probably the worst thing i've ever written

*i hate this so much i just skimmed thru it in my final read-through so there may be errors if there are just lemme know pls*

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa x reader #hq kiyoomi #haikyuu kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x you

[lukino94725764]

Spanish versión

"Galletas tímidas "(dios, que mal suena el nombre si lo dices en voz alta xd)

Pueden ser hechas para el san Valentín pero a estas alturas mejor que se haga para un antojito jaja

Notas al margen:

-la masa "no" se amasa con las manos, solo con paleta o cucharón, esto porque después del horneado quedan como rocas

-pueden usar cualquier tipo de chocolate pero con chocolate amargo acentúa mas los sabores(es enserio, en mi casa ya no quieren que haga galletas si no tiene chocolate amargo xd)

-si en ves de chocolate prefieren las nueces es mejor ponerlos cuando llevan un tiempo en el horno, las nueces se sobretostan y quedan muy duras casi vuela dientes

-si no se encuentra harina leudante se puede usar harina todo uso con un poco de bicarbonato de sodio

-si haces mucho está receta posiblemente te volverás mamado de tanta caña que hay que darle xd

Creo que eso es todo , que tengan un buen día 😊

#sp dip #sp dip blind #dipblindau #sp damien #comic au #comic español #recetas #cookie recipe

[46snowfox]

Kino Chaos Lineage Capítulo 1

[Prólogo Scarlet]

Lugar: Mansión Scarlet, Habitación disponible

Yui: Entonces elijo a Kino-san…

Kino: Hm, así que yo. Dime, ¿por qué me elegiste?

Yui: Pues, por una corazonada…

Kino: ¿Qué demonios? ¿Eliges a la persona que estará a tu lado por una mera corazonada? Eva ha de tener nervios de acero.

Yui: (Por más que reclame no tengo cómo rebatirle, de verdad que no ha sido más que por mera intuición.)

Kino: Fufu, bueno, no importa. Ahora que me elegiste… las cosas se pondrán divertidas.

Yui: (¿Qué será? Acabo de sentir un escalofrío recorrer mi espalda… Es solo mi imaginación, ¿no?)

Yui: (Todos se retiraron tras la elección de mi vigilante.)

Yui: (Aunque me pregunto si Kino-san tendrá razón, tal vez no debí elegir a mi acompañante tan al azar.)

Yui: (Más importante, la historia que me contaron ayer…)

Yui: (Dijeron que por más que me tuvieran en su poder desconocían cómo convertirse en el rey supremo.)

Yui: No parece que vayan a matarme, pero ¿qué sucederá de ahora en adelante…?

*knock knock*

Yui: ¡Ah…! ¡Pase!

Yui: (¿Quién será?)

Kino: Veo que despertaste. ¿Cómo te sientes?

Yui: Igual que siempre…

Kino: ¿Ah sí? Pues que bueno. Avísame si te pasa algo. No me causes problemas.

Yui: Entendido…

Yui: (Problemas eh. Desde la perspectiva de Kino-san no soy más que trabajo extra.)

Kino: Por cierto, debes de haberla pasado mal ayer, ya que todos intentaban capturarte.

Yui: Pues sí. Apenas había abierto los ojos y ya me encontraba en medio de un campo de batalla.

Yui: (Ese ambiente arrebatadoramente tenso… Me pregunto qué clase de batallas ocurrirán de ahora en adelante. Solo pensar en ello me abruma.)

Kino: Pareces estar hundida en tus pensamientos. Eso no será bueno para tu salud… Ya sé, ¿quieres salir un momento?

Yui: ¿Eh…? ¿Salir?

Kino: Estar todo el tiempo encerrada ha de ser asfixiante, por eso es mejor cambiar de aires.

Yui: (Tras todo lo que dijeron ayer pensé que no me dejarían poner ni un solo pie afuera… ¿Me equivoqué?)

Yui: ¿De verdad puedo salir? Reiji-san podría enojarse…

Kino: Solo caminaremos por los terrenos de la mansión. No pasará nada si no nos descubren.

Kino: Además, las palabras de ese cabeza dura tampoco son ley.

Yui: Pero…

Kino: Te digo que no pasa nada. ¡Vamos, andando!

Yui: ¡Ah…! ¡Espere, Kino-san!

Yui: (A juzgar por lo sucedido ayer creo firmemente que desobedecer a Reiji-san desembocará en un gran problema.)

Yui: (¿De verdad estará bien hacer lo que nos plazca?)

Lugar Afueras de la mansión

Yui: Wow, que brisa tan agradable…

Yui: (Estaba nerviosa, pero me alegro de haber salido. El viento nocturno es reconfortante…)

Yui: (Además, cuando llegué no pude darme el lujo de apreciarlo… pero el exterior de la mansión es realmente precioso.)

Yui: (Más adelante hay un bosque. Este lugar está rodeado por la naturaleza, es precioso… Si tan solo no estuviéramos en medio de un conflicto.)

Yui: Muchas gracias Kino-san. Ya me siento un poco mejor.

Kino. …Es hasta lamentable lo mucho que bajas la guardia.

Yui: ¿Eh…?

Kino: Mira que agradecerme por hacer algo tan ínfimo como esto, que tonta eres.

Kino: Pero… ahora finalmente podré succionar tu sangre.

Yui: ¡¿Kya…?!

Yui: (Duele… ¡Es demasiado fuerte…!)

Kino: Vamos, quédate quieto. Si te mueves ni yo sabré en dónde terminaré clavándote mis colmillos.

Yui: ¡¿C-colmillos?! ¿Acaso… desde un principio planeabas succionar mi sangre…?

Kino: Por supuesto. No puedo succionar con calma tu sangre en la mansión, pero aquí nadie nos interrumpirá.

Kino: Siempre me interesó saber cómo sabía la sangre de Eva.

Yui: ¡N-no! ¡Si haces eso moriré!

Kino: No morirás por perder un poco de sangre. Aunque no sé si terminaré bebiéndola toda.

Yui: ¡…!

Kino: Fufu, linda expresión. Ya veo… así que esta será la primera vez que succionen tu sangre.

Yui: ¡…! Mi brazo… me duele… Kino-san…

Yui: (Pensé que era una buena persona… Sabía que no debía relajarme con un vampiro.)

Kino: Escucha, voy a perforar tu cuello con mis colmillos. ¿Qué tan doloroso crees que será?

Yui: …No… lo hagas…

Kino: Que reacción tan inocente, me alegro de haberla visto. Vamos, saborea por primera vez la sensación de los colmillos. Nn… Nn…

Yui: Aah…

Yui: (¡…Duele…! Mi cuello me arde…)

Yui: (Mi sangre sale de mi cuello… No me gusta… esto…)

Kino: Wow… que potente… Es mucho más dulce de lo que imaginé. Es como un higo, podría volverme adicto.

Yui: Por favor… ya suélteme…

Kino: ¿Cómo podría soltar una delicia como esta? Ahora será desde aquí.

Yui: No, basta…

Kino: No me detendré. ¡Nn… Nn…!

Yui: Uuh… Aah…

Yui: (¡No, duele…! Que alguien me ayude…)

Yui: (Un vampiro succiona mi sangre… ¿Así es como moriré…?)

Yui: ¿Uh? ¿Qué…?

Yui: (Ese lugar…)

Yui: (Sí… es verdad… Esto no basta para matarme.)

Yui: (Porque ya han bebido mi sangre una cantidad incontable de veces.)

Yui: (En la mansión Sakamaki, todos han—)

Yui: ¡Uuh! ¡AAAAAAAAAH!

*sonido de algo rompiéndose*

Yui: …Aah… Aah…

Yui: (Lo recordé… Yo—)

Yui: (Yo soy Yui Komori.)

Yui: (¿En dónde estoy? ¡¿Qué fue lo que sucedió?!)

Kino: …Oye, no me digas que ya te rompiste. La diversión recién ha empezado.

Yui: Usted… ¿Quién es?

Kino: ¿Ah? ¿A qué viene eso ahora? Me presenté junto a mis hermanos, ¿recuerdas?

Yui: ¿Hermanos…?

Yui: (¡Es verdad! ¡Reiji-san y los demás! Cuando me desperté estaba en una iglesia y luego me trajeron hasta acá—)

Yui: (¿Por qué ahora Yuma-san es hermano de Reiji-san y Shu-san? Además, ¡¿qué es todo eso del “rey supremo”?!)

Yui: (¿Qué está pasando? No entiendo absolutamente nada…)

Yui: No estamos en Kaminashi… ¿Es el mundo demonio? ¿O acaso es otro lugar?

Yui: ¿Esa mansión le pertenece a la familia Sakamaki? Pero entonces, ¿qué hay de esa iglesia?

Kino: Sakamaki… ¿Acaso has recuperado la memoria?

Yui: ¿Mi memoria…?

Kino: Te diste cuenta de lo descabellada que es esta situación, ¿me equivoco?

Yui: Sí, así es.

Kino: …Aah, supongo que ya no tengo motivos para guardar secretos.

Kino: No imaginé que tus recuerdos volverían al succionar tu sangre. Esto estaba fuera de mis cálculos.

Yui: ¿Quién es usted…?

Kino: No tienes que ser tan precavida. Volveré a presentarme, mi nombre es Kino.

Kino: Soy el príncipe cero de Karl Heinz.

Yui: ¿De Karl Heinz…?

Yui: ¿…eh? ¡¿Eeeh?! ¡¿Entonces eres hermano de Ayato-kun y los demás?!

Creerle♙

Dudar♟

Creerle:

Yui: ¡Jamás pensé que tendrían otro hermano…!

Kino: Bueno, soy un hijo ilegítimo, es normal que no lo supieras.

Kino: Debido a ciertos motivos no me criaron para heredar la corona, soy a lo que llaman “un bastardo”.

Yui: Ya veo…

Yui: (Toda la situación familiar de los Sakamaki es complicada, no es extraño imaginar que haya un hijo ilegítimo de por medio…)

Kino: Lo aceptaste más rápido de lo que imaginé, bueno, eso acelera las cosas.

Dudar: 

Yui: (¿Realmente es hijo de Karl Heinz…? Nunca antes había escuchado algo sobre él…)

Kino: Se nota que no me crees. Aunque es normal, a fin de cuentas soy un hijo no reconocido.

Kino: Soy un bastardo que no fue criado para heredar la corona.

Kino: Si quieres puedo mandar a volar algo usando mis poderes para que me creas.

Yui: ¡¿Eh?! ¡No necesitas llegar a tal extremo, te creo…!

Kino: Ya veo, que bueno que me creas.

Fin de las opciones

Yui: ¿Pero qué hace usted aquí…?

Yui: Para empezar, ¡¿en dónde estamos?!

Kino: Cálmate. Además, no seas tan formal conmigo, quiero que seamos amigos.

Yui: Ah… Entendido. ¿Entonces qué tal si te llamo Kino-kun?

Yui: Oh, permítame presentarme otra vez. Me llamo Yui Komori. Hasta ahora he estado viviendo en la mansión Sakamaki—

Kino: Ya lo sé. Vives junto a los hermanos Sakamaki y eres la única e inigualable Eva, ¿verdad?

Yui: ¿Eh? ¿Cómo sabes eso?

Kino: Bueno, eso no importa ahora. La situación actual es el verdadero problema.

Kino: Creo que ya lo sabes, estamos en una ubicación desconocida y todos están actuando extraño.

Yui: S-sí… Aunque hasta hace nada no me lo planteaba.

Yui: Parece que mis recuerdos fueron modificados. Me había olvidado por completo de todos.

Yui: Solo pensaba en que durante mucho tiempo estuve dormida en la iglesia y que yo era Eva, a quien los demás debían robar para determinar quién se ganaría esta batalla y se convertiría en el rey supremo.

Kino: Hm, también alteraron mis recuerdos. Imagino que pasó lo mismo con los demás.

Kino: Me implantaron la idea de que en este lugar… hay que pelear para convertirse en el rey supremo.

Yui: La batalla para convertirse en el rey supremo…

Kino: Bueno, afortunadamente pude recuperarme gracias a esto.

Yui: ¿Un celular?

Kino: Sí, mientras jugaba con él terminé abriendo mi e-mail y gracias a eso logré recordar varias cosas.

Kino: Aun así, no tengo ni idea de en dónde estamos y como no hay internet no puedo usar mi celular.

Yui: Ya veo… Eso significa que no podemos contactar con el mundo exterior…

Kino Exacto, por eso no me hubiera servido intentar trabajar solo. Y por eso mismo me adapté y examiné la situación.

Yui: Entiendo… ¿Eh?

Yui: ¿Entonces por qué succionaste mi sangre?

Kino: Porque quise darme un gusto. Olías tan dulce que no pude controlarme.

Kino: Nunca había bebido una sangre tan especial, quise darle una probadita.

Yui: ¡¿Solo por eso?!

Yui: (Aunque no puedo culparlo, sé que mi sangre es especial para los vampiros.)

Yui: (Todos los hermanos Sakamaki han succionado mi sangre por la misma razón, así que no tiene sentido enojarme con él…)

Kino: Tu sangre es de primera clase. Es bueno que no se la tengas que dar a cualquier vampiro.

Kino: Sabía mejor de lo que esperaba. Creo que nos llevaremos de maravilla.

Yui: S-supongo.

Kino: Dicho esto, unamos fuerzas. En estos momentos somos los únicos que han recuperado sus recuerdos.

Kino: ¿No crees que deberíamos ayudarnos?

Yui: (Es cierto que me siento desolada ahora que todos han enloquecido.)

Yui: (¿Pero realmente puedo confiar en Kino-kun…)

Yui: (…No, actualmente no estoy en posición de dudar.)

Yui: Está bien… Unamos fuerzas y superemos esta situación.

Kino: Fufu, pues decidido. Cuento contigo.

Monólogo:

"Sostuve la fría mano que Kino-kun me tendió.

Una tierra desconocida en donde los recuerdos de todos han sido alterados.

Mi ansiedad aumenta al no saber qué es lo que está sucediendo.

Kino-kun parece haber entrecerrado sus ojos y esbozado una sonrisa al notar mi estado.

Sus ojos parecían un par de lunas crecientes y solo lograban despertar mi preocupación—"

[Capítulo 2]

[Masterpost]

#kino #scarlet family #diabolik lovers chaos lineage #capìtulo 1 #diabolik lovers #traducción al español

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>8<

True, he drank a little. True, he might look slightly wasted ... but he could see her angry face very clearly. It didn't cross his throat in their company that he was just ashamed to tell her, just as he stubbornly escaped from showing Kizaki's school report. He figured she wouldn't be pleased. As soon as she broke into his deputy's office, he finished his bourbon in a glass of ice and sat more comfortably on the couch, listening to the conversation. At the same time he wondered how to reward her concealment.

- Hanabi-sama is totally different than our Boss! - Ueda laughed. - Pushes on everyone and everything.

- The exams are coming up, it's normal for her. She always reacted that way. - Haga replied with a shrug. - She gets mad, throws "fuck", "crap", "bitch" or the like, right and left ... Such a type.

- How do you know each other? - Tanaka demanded.

- We went to the same school. She is a year younger, but the teachers forced her to teach me anyway. - He explained, running a hand through his jet-black hair. - Otherwise, I would not have passed lower high school! Thanks to this, I found out that she is terribly tidy and knowledgeable, especially in science. Honestly, until then I thought she was a nerd, won every math Olympiad she appeared at... but it turned out that the truth was different.

- What?- they heard a resonant voice.

He looked up above their heads. Was it so fast? She was talking about five hours! He looked sluggishly at the clock on the wall. No way! It's been 4.5. He watched her. He noticed black leather shorts tightening around her massive buttock, and a loose T-shirt with a knot near the zipper. She settled in surprisingly quickly, which shouldn't be weird. They allowed her to browse one of the most secret areas of the building. Only the contents of his fundoshi were more secret, which she already knew. She walked over to the bar counter, and it crossed his mind that he had never seen her drink alcohol. However, she needed to know something about it, because she quickly took out two specific bottles that he didn't know existed in his house.

- I mentioned the times when you helped me with my studies. - Haga replied.

- Well ... let's see if you remember anything. - she murmured, setting the glass on the table. - Pour 1.5 scoops of 40% vodka and 3/4 scoops of 40% coffee liqueur into a glass with ice.

- Ok.

- Focus, two-part question. How many percent is the resulting drink? After how many of these glasses will I drink dead, assuming I'm a statistical Asian with statistical tolerance to alcohol? - she asked, gently stirring the resulting liquid.

He wondered involuntarily. He must have drunk too much to know the answer. It took the friend a moment too, but finally he spoke with surprising enthusiasm.

- For 100ml it is 40%, so this glass is also 40%. And you would have to drink ten ...?

- Bingo! Bonus question for which you can drink. What is it?

- Black Russian... and thank you, I don't mix alcohol.

- Your loss ... - she laughed, hopping on the counter and sitting on it. - ... But I admit, quite the right approach.

She took a sip. No reaction, as if she mixed water with cola. Apparently even she hadn't digest it soberly.

- Hanabi-sama, this is your learning method? - Kizaki asked.

- Yes. I don't see the point in learning something that won't come in handy in life. I prefer to translate theories in a practical way. - she replied, taking the glass in both hands. - I'll do my best, just give us as much free time as possible, Kizaki-san.

- I have a bad feeling about this. - Hanayama muttered, sipping his bourbon.

In one gulp, she emptied the glass, put it on the table top, then jumped off it briskly and before he realized it, she sat on his lap. Perhaps for the first time he felt the warm perfume rising from her neck.

- More faith, Kaoru. - She smiled and kissed the scarred cheek. - When I'm done with you, you'll belch with the multiplication table, puke arithmetic, and shit trigonometry.

It sounded scary, and she kept her expression soft. He wondered for a long time what attracted him. He didn't have to anymore.

He woke up as if he hadn't slept at all, strangely enough, in his own bed. Expected that he fell asleep as sat on the leather couch in the living room. He rubbed face with his hand as sat on the mattress. Found his glasses and put them on the nose. Had just noticed her. She was sitting at his desk, in his chair, facing him, braiding her legs tucked in high-heeled shoes, translucent stockings fastened with buckles to strips of shiny material disappearing under a tight skirt, into which she pressed a bright shirt buttoned up to the neck. Looking at him, she slightly slipped the frames of her nerds - glasses. He knew with certainty that she had no vision defect.

- Did you sleep well? - she asked sweetly.

- So so... - he muttered.

- No more drinking for a while. It's time to catch up on a few topics. - she ordered, rising from chair, and he could have sworn he saw a piece of juicy red lingerie under her skirt. - Meanwhile, I invite you to breakfast.

She outdid herself. There was a mountain of plump pancakes on the table with a variety of toppings, from fruit to peanut butter, bean paste to maple syrup. He sat down next to her speechless, then began to eat. It's hard to talk about biting into a dish. It was so light and fluffy that it melted in your mouth instantly. He admitted it with difficulty, but even his mother couldn't do THIS. He sipped the green tea standing near his plate.

- No need, really... - he muttered, not looking at her. - That's what I got Kizaki for.

- Kizaki-san won't stand by you forever. We live in a world like this and not another, Kaoru. Death is the only certainty, the question remains how fast. - she announced firmly. - If he runs out, you WILL HAVE to fend for yourself.

- There will always be a way.

- Specially for you, I organized a three-week off from school. - she added, and he felt a note of impatience in her voice.

- It won't be wasted... - he said, placing his hand on her side and pressing lightly.

- You're making me use an argument I didn't want to make. - she grunted, turning to face him. - If you do not have enough courage to accept the offered help, my leg never set more here.

She surprised him. He looked at her wide-eyed, trying to figure out if it was true or a dirty trick. She kept a poker face. He decided to play a trick.

- Won't you miss me?

- Very. - she whispered at once. - More than you think.

He thought. She hit the nail on the head. This time he lacked the courage. He preferred to get things done on his own, and in this case, he would have liked to leave everything as it was. But she was right. Death was the surest thing in life, and the environment in which they rotated made it look closer to them than to others.

- Let it be ... I agree. - he sighed heavily.

Hanabi's methods seemed to work, though he wasn't sure how she did it. She immediately rejected the typical method for schools, as she puts it, "patting knowledge memory". For her, understanding was much more important, and whether he recited a formula from a textbook or said otherwise did not matter completely. What mattered was the sense of speech and the ability to apply. It turned out that he was quite teachable, and the alluring teacher did not spare him praise, especially at the end of the day. This was the part he liked best. She sat on the edge of the desk, wearing a different outfit every day, and after a few attempts he learned that there was something interesting underneath as well. It excited him. His brain had never been working at such dizzying speeds, not even on that night, when he decided from midnight to sit on a mountain of homework for the next day, and Kizaki cheered and supported him with all his might. Adrenaline was buzzing through his veins. Enough to gave the correct answer, or solve a number of tasks in mathematics, and took off one item of clothing. She did it with such solemnity that when he saw her in only underwear, this time in a delightfully blue one, composed of lace and several stripes, and a silver chain falling from neck to hips, he was almost sure he will not stand, and cums in his pants. She was left in spider-thin panties and fancy trinkets when she turned his chair over, beckoning him with her index finger, taking off her nerds-glasses. He tore off his shirt and pants with one stroke and put his glasses on the desk. Pulled her close and threw on the bed, covering her with his body. She surrendered to his kisses, he could feel goose bumps growing under his fingers, she did not resist the eagerly groping hands, but when he pulled the last piece of clothing off her, finally wanting to fulfill his desires, she stopped him by placing a shapely bare foot on his torso. He stopped in one second.

- Additional question, subject: biology. - she announced, assuming a professional face. - Is there a risk of conception ONLY during ejaculation?

- No. - he replied soberly.

- Then please respect my reluctance to get pregnant at this point. - she muttered like a kitten, puffing her lips and holding out a small bundle in his direction.

He respected not to wait any longer and out of the respect he had for her. Just overwhelmed by emotions, he didn't think. Somewhere deep down he said that if they had fallen in, he wouldn't have taken offense at all. He loved the inside of her body. It was warm, soft, pleasant, as if prepared especially for him. Not for a man at all. FOR HIM. He felt every unevenness, every twitch as he waited for this wonderfully entwining string of pleasure. The first time she showed up in his hotel room to kill him, he knew her pleasure might be his pleasure. The better it got, the more, consciously or not, she tightened her grip on the tense nature. Each time he discovered new spheres of ecstasy. This time they didn't last long. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt an astonishingly strong crush combined with a spasmodic, very melodic groan and incredibly exciting expression on her lovely face, which made him come swiftly and very intensely. He snuggled into her, trying to catch breath. She wrapped her arms gently around him, wet with exertion. He could think ahead and open the window.

- Tutoring with Haga looked similar? - he muttered in her ear.

- Of course not! - she laughed, throwing a pillow at him. - I had other methods for him ... my bear.

>>><<<

As they say, the right way is enough, and the way is for everyone. What pained her in education was that everything was based on brainless repetition and test-forging. She wanted to know something and saw that this approach works. Kaoru seemed to be edified as well, getting up in the morning clearly more joyful, not in the gallows mood as on the first day. Then it might have been a hangover, if not Hanayama didn't have a hangover. They were doing exceptionally well that day. Kaoru dug out a different one from the crowd of purple shirts, navy blue with bright patterns resembling embroidered flowers. He surprised her with more than that when the deputy boss entered the room.

- Sorry to bother you. I promised to give you the maximum amount of free time, but there are things I won't skip. - Kizaki announced. - You must show up at the club tonight, boss. Yajima stands up again.

- He's so confident this time he demands a show fight? - Hanayama muttered.

- Apparently, he has a business, he wants to push it through very strongly. I do not exclude duel. - the adviser explained. - As far as I know, he convened a slightly larger group.

Something told her that surname, was not exactly sure what. She must have heard this man was holding some of the biggest banks by the balls. Maybe that's why the Yakuza's income was the way it was. Someone was turning the tap on. It wasn't... it wasn't why she knew it. She thought. Pacification of the problem element could have a twofold effect. She wasn't going to interfere, especially if he didn't approve, but she liked having a plan up her sleeve. But it was hard to plan with such rudimentary information. On the one hand, he could get scared and withdraw, on the other hand, he could blackmail him with a worsening of the situation. And this "larger group" ...

- They will try to maneuver. - Hanayama assessed soberly, then looked at her seriously. - Hanabi, come with us.

- I fully support it. - added the deputy. - Experience Hanabi-sama might be useful to us.

- Are you sure? - she was surprised.

- Absolutely! - Kizaki ruled. - I think we'll even find something suitable ...

- Don't worry, Kizaki-san. - she answered quickly, holding him back with her hand.

She used a bit of spare time to find a suitable outfit for the occasion, still wondering why the name seemed so familiar to her. In the depths of her emergency bag, she found two more items that could be useful. As a precaution, she preferred to take them, even if they were only for a moment. In the evening, she slung a small backpack over her shoulder. The practicality of the garment above all else - it was elegant, surprisingly roomy, while keeping both hands free. She left Kaoru's room while Kaoru was ready, sitting on the leather couch in his usual white suit and purple shirt. Kizaki was standing next to him. He turned towards her, straightening the dark tie on the maroon shirt. She could see the muscles around his jaw twitch to keep it from falling. She chose a black, tight, mid-thigh dress, shoulderless, but with a low turtleneck, and long boots with rather high heels. She let her hair loose to fall elegantly on her back. There was a slight ruby smile on her fair face.

- Kizaki-san, please don't forget that I'm a professional. - Muttered coming up to them.

On the way to the club, she learned that she had to carefully observe everyone and select liars. It wasn't going to be easy, she guessed, but she was still bothered by the subject of the name Hanayama had mentioned in his right hand. Eventually, she searched for anything about him on the Blacknet* and froze at the sight of the photo she found. She knew this face. She had seen her several times in her life.

- Hanabi-sama?

- Is that him? - she asked, showing them the photo, and when they nodded, she switched off the page and put the phone away. - I made a few orders for him...

- Yajima knows you?! - Kizaki scared, then dumbfounded. - Wait ... what?

- Er ... sort of. True, I always got assignments from him in person, but he never saw my face. - she muttered, pulling a white fox mask with decorative red brushes on the sides from her backpack. - He knows my capabilities, or at least part of them. So maybe it would be good if he found out that Shiro Kitsune** is working with Hanayama?

- Who ...? - said the deputy in dismay.

- You think he's gonna get scared? - Kaoru asked.

- Well... as far as I know, I have quite a good reputation in the area and Yajima has a lot of contacts. If he let the rumor that I am with you, a few things could correct themselves. - she replied with a shrug. - Of course not said it would be ... but I think it's worth a try.

She looked at Kizaki. He nodded, though he didn't really know what for. She took a tiny box from her backpack in which she hid her lenses. She put them on carefully, and her eyes turned from light green to vivid yellow, cat. Putting on the mask, she caught the boss's surprised look. The car stopped in front of the club.

- Don't look at me like that! You didn't expect me to work as a ... ME? - she laughed a pearly, then lowered her fox snout over her nose. - I wouldn't have had a life in school.

- I don't remember you having yellow eyes at the hotel back then.

- In the hotel...? - Kizaki interjected confusedly. - About what...

- Because I didn't. - she replied completely honestly. - Feel honored.

She hid all her fears deep in her pocket. She had a plan frame, but if nothing came out, she had to improvise. As usual. She felt a pleasant thrill of excitement. They arrived perfectly on time, but the condition of the people in the box meant that they must have been a little late after all. They were only waiting for them. She was going to stand behind his back like everyone else except Kizaki sitting to his right, but he had a different plan. He took advantage of the fact that he had her hands near him, took one of them and pulled it towards him so that she sat sideways in his lap. How lucky it was that the mask partially covered the cheeks. Nobody saw the luscious blush on the face. Especially since a moment later she felt warm, heavy hands on her thighs. She thought they would introduce her as a mercenary, if only for a trick, and he had confessed to her openly. Amazing, he could be sweet and mysterious at the same time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his people kept their stone faces. Even Tanaka didn't blink, and from him she could expect the most idiotic face of this century. Well, what came out of the set was the improvisation. She caught Yajima's gaze in front of her.

- Shiro Kitsune-san... I didn't expect that we will meet again.- the man muttered.

- Each other. - she replied dryly.

- Since when do some of the best paid murderers of recent years join the yakuza? - he sneered ironically. - How much will they pay you to kill? I will give more.

- I get the impression that my career was not the subject of the meeting, is it? - she said firmly, without glare at him. - Besides, you don't have that kind of money.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Kizaki. He didn't express it in facial expressions, but she could almost hear her heart racing. He did not know. The case was closed, to her great secret approval. She listened carefully to everyone, trying to find out who was lying. It was not easy, they played their roles very well. She listened, pondered, compared ... It came to a point that she herself began to wonder if she was cheating someone, even though she did not say a word. Or maybe ... earlier? She had to figure it out. She twisted to go out for a moment and think things over in turn. How many were there? Five? Of course more, but in fact, apart from Kaoru, there were only five of them in charge. Anyone could lie, and anyone could tell the truth. She almost forgot what the topic of conversation was. As the entire triad hasn't spun the best lately, voices have arisen to restore prostitution and the sale of pornography to their territories. She remembered her father starting with that. Japan remained very conservative, treating erotic films as an additional pillar of art, and the demand was for extremely sharp and confusingly similar to the real, bed scenes. This is exactly what America delivered, so her father, sniffing around for business and willing people on the black market, did not hesitate to start contacts. As soon as he had made money, he put this part of the smuggling aside, claiming that he did not want to get his hands dirty, he had enough of it. In fact, she was also drying his head about whether he would like someone to take her to a film like this - after all, since her father trades ... In fact, she never asked what Kaoru thought about prostitution, but she hadn't noticed anything happening in his area. He might as well have dumped the case deep underground so that the police wouldn't scent him. She looked into the bathroom mirror, taking off her fox mask. She pulled out a red face marker hidden in her bra. There were a few details that Kitsune needed to minimize the risk of recognizing her in the future. She drew triangular elements by the eyes and two thicker lines on the zygomatic bones to look a bit like the animal. Was she cheating on someone? Was there such a possibility at all? She was honest with everyone, especially with her father and Kaoru. Or maybe... to herself, not? Why did it seem so real to her? She pushed the fox's face down on her nose, adjusted her clothes, tucked the marker pen deeply and left the bathroom. She still wondered who was lying. She had not managed to poke her nose out of

#hanayama kaoru #fanfic #oc x canon #baki the grappler #anime #kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #hanayama x reader #yakuza #+18 or +adult only #+18 content #+18 only #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki hanma

[starchit]

Kinktober Day 1

Noritoshi Kamo

Breeding Kink Breeding: se puede definir como el fetiche hacia quedar embarazada o dejar embarazada a alguien...

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Noritoshi y tu eran colegas en el instituto de Kioto...

Ustedes dos ya se habían visto a escondidas algunas veces para simplemente tener algo como una cita o unos pequeños besos, pero nada más allá de ello...

Al ser los dos de tercer año solían pasar bastante tiempo juntos en sus practicas o iban juntos a misiones normalmente.

Un día fueron a una misión que les llevó casi todo el día y apenas regresaron por la noche, cada uno fue a su habitación y luego a las duchas correspondientes de cada género. Al terminar caminaron juntos hasta los dormitorios debido a que el suyo y el tuyo estaban uno al lado del otro.

Noritoshi: ¿fue agotador no crees?

_____: si... aun me duele un poco la espalda por el golpe que me dio

Noritoshi: eso fue mi culpa, me disculpo por eso...

_____: no te preocupes, te hubiera golpeado a ti entonces preferí intervenir...

Noritoshi: gracias...

_____: oye... mamá me preparó algo de comer ¿gustas venir a comer conmigo?

Noritoshi: tres años juntos y aun se me hace raro que Utahime-san sea tu madre

_____: aah -risita-

Noritoshi: esta bien, iré a dejar mi toalla y vengo...

El sonrió y se fue corriendo hacia su cuarto, de mientras tu entraste en el tuyo dejando tus cosas y ordenando un poco.

Minutos después Noritoshi abrió la puerta y entró dentro... Ambos fueron a sentarse en la cama en donde pusiste una pequeña mesita y empezaron a comer

_____: oh... mira... este sándwich es para ti...

Tomaste la nota y la leíste...

_____: ''Este es sin mayonesa, entrégaselo a Noritoshi, gracias por el esfuerzo Kamo-san... te quiere, Utahime'' Aww que lindo...

Noritoshi: gracias... ¿Cómo sabe...?

_____: mamá nos presta mucha atención a todos... se preocupa mucho por nosotros...

Ambos empezaron a comer y a hablar de algunas cosas mundanas

_____: hmm oye, pero entonces tu padre no es mala gente

Noritoshi: no claro que no... o sea a comparación del clan Zenin, mi padre es un ángel...

_____: jajaja, en estos tres años nunca conocí a tu padre... no sé, me lo imagino como el típico señor de cabello largo, con ropa ancha tradicional y que es el típico que si ve a los jóvenes de hoy en día se pone a quejarse...

Noritoshi: acertaste en dos cosas...

El soltó una risita y le dio un trago a su bebida...

Noritoshi: tiene cabello largo y si usa ropa tradicional pero no es de los que se quejan... ¿sabes? Hasta pensó que yo era gay porque me vio a solas en la biblioteca del clan Kamo con Megumi Fushiguro y sujetándole la mano...

_____: ¿Qué hacías con el niño de Gojo-san?

Noritoshi: me pidió unas cuantas cosas sobre unos registros y lo ayudé con ello.

_____: ah interesante... es que comprendo a tu padre, ver a dos hombres solos, callados o hablando bajito y tomados de la mano pues si da para hacerse malas ideas ¿no crees?

Noritoshi: si lo pones así si, pero yo lo hice para que haga bien la posición de las manos.

Lo miraste con una ceja enarcada y el suspiró...

Noritoshi: piensa lo que quieras, pero no es eso...

Soltaste una risa y siguieron comiendo hasta terminarlo... te levantaste para ir a tirar la basura de los empaques y guardaste en un cajón las notas que había dejado Utahime ya que siempre que preparaba algo de comer y te lo dejaba, también te dejaba una que otra nota con alguna frase o algún mensajito...

_____: ¿sabes que es lo malo de ser mujer?

Noritoshi: ¿menstruar?

_____: si, pero comer e hincharte... mira... parezco una embarazada...

Noritoshi: ¿Cuántos meses tiene? -risita-

_____: cinco... será niño... ¿quieres tocar mi pancita?

Te acercaste a él y él se rio...

Noritoshi: oh sentí una patadita ¿Cómo se llama?

_____: se llama, doble carne, doble cheddar con huevo y jamón... ¿lindo nombre verdad?

Ambos se empezaron a reír...

Noritoshi: te verías bien embarazada...

_____: ¿tú crees?

Te giraste a tu espejo viéndote y sacando un poco más la pancita

_____: pues mal no me veo...

Noritoshi se te acercó por detrás rodeándote con sus brazos y dejándote un beso en el cuello para luego verte a través del espejo...

_____: mmm ¿Qué pasa?

Noritoshi: me gustaría algún día verte así...

El pasó su mano por tu vientre y luego un poco más abajo...

Noritoshi: ¿aceptarías ser la madre de mis hijos?

_____: si...

Te giraste en tu sitio y comenzaron a besarse para luego, Noritoshi retroceder hasta dejarte sobre tu cama y separarte las piernas para meterse entremedio.

Su rodilla chocó contra tu intimidad y la movió un poco de arriba hacia abajo estimulándote...

Noritoshi: te quiero hacer mía hoy...

Lo miraste a los ojos y sonreíste para luego volver a besarse...

Noritoshi: me hubiera gustado un ambiente más romántico, pero se dio aquí...

_____: no importa...

El se agachó para besar tu cuello y te fue quitando la blusa hasta dejarte sin nada... bajo por tu cuello dejando un beso en tus senos y luego siguió bajando hasta llegar a tu vientre en donde también te dejó un beso...

Cuando llegó a la parte del elástico de tu short se detuvo alzando un poco la vista para mirarte.

Noritoshi: ¿puedo?

Asentiste y el te quitó los shorts junto con las bragas dejándote desnuda... el también se quitó su camiseta y sus shorts quedando solo en boxers... El volvió a meterse entre tus piernas empezando a besarte y luego bajó hacia tu cuello pasando su lengua por ahí y luego mas abajo hacia tus senos en donde esta vez si se detuvo y estuvo un buen rato ahí entretenido lamiendo la aureola y luego pasando la punta de su lengua por sobre tu pezón haciéndote suspirar... su mano estimulaba el seno que no estaba prestando atención, apretándolo y luego pasando sus dedos por encima para luego apretar tu pezón entre su pulgar y su dedo índice...

_____: mmh...

Él chupó un poco el pezón tuyo y luego de ello dejó una ligera mordida haciéndote gemir por la sensación rara...

Poco a poco podías sentir como si miembro se había hecho mas duro por lo que ahora lo empujaba contra tu intimidad y al alejarse para erguirse notaste que tu excitación había dejado una mancha húmeda en su ropa interior... El soltó una risa y luego se quitó los boxers revelando su erección... Sonreíste al verlo, él separó tus piernas y te jaló cerca del borde de la cama para luego abrirte las piernas y quedarse en medio...

Te admiró por unos momentos para luego apartar su cabello de su vista, aunque cuando se inclinó volvieron a caerse por lo que tomó una de tus ligas para amarrarse el cabello en una coleta...

Tras ello volvió a fijar su atención en ti... pasó sus dedos por tu intimidad empujando dos lentamente dentro y separándolos en tijera para luego sacarlos empapados de tus fluidos.

Tomó la base de su miembro entre sus manos y lo acercó a tu intimidad pasando el grande de su pene por toda tu intimidad...

Noritoshi: ¿eres virgen?

_____: si...

Noritoshi: yo igual...

El sonrió y poco a poco fue introduciendo su miembro en tu intimidad. Al saber que tú eras virgen él fue un poco más despacioso, empujándolo lentamente hacia adentro hasta que tocó fondo...

_____: duele un poco...

Noritoshi: es normal...

_____: ¿Cómo sabes tanto?

Noritoshi: internet... aunque... debería hacerte la misma pregunta ¿Por qué no sangraste?

_____: me desvirgué con mis dedos...

Ambos se rieron y el empezó a moverse... movió su cadera hacia atrás para luego empujarla hacia el frente de nuevo embistiéndote... Sus embestidas empezaron a hacerse mas fuertes conforme mas notaba que tus paredes se dilataban... hasta que llegó a establecer un ritmo muy bueno que los hacia gemir a ambos...

El se volvió a inclinar hacia delante pellizcando tus pezones entre sus dedos y jalar un poco de ellos haciéndote chillar y apretar a su alrededor lo cual le encantaba...

Se agachó para besar tu cuello dejando lamidas y una marca morada en tu clavícula...

Noritoshi: estas hermosa...

Él sonrió mientras que tú te aferrabas a las sábanas, desde abajo tenías buena vista...

Noritoshi con el cuerpo ligeramente sudado, debido al movimiento algunos mechones de cabello se estaban soltando de la coleta que había hecho, su rostro con un ligero sonrojo y los labios hinchados en tonos rojizos debido a los besos que se dieron...

Y él desde arriba también tenia una vista que le encantaba...

Tú en la cama recostada para él con las piernas abiertas, tu cabello negro desordenado sobre la cama, tus manos aferrándose a las sábanas mientras que recibías sus embestidas, con los ojos cerrados boca entreabierta jadeando y gimiendo por su culpa... y sumado a ello, la forma en que se te marcaban los rollitos en el abdomen y como tus senos rebotaban ante cada embestida que él te proporcionaba...

Sin duda tenían a Noritoshi al borde del clímax así que el solo se mentalizaba en no correrse tan rápido... pero en algún punto ya no pudo aguantarlo así que empezó a perseguir esa sensación de querer llegar a su clímax... Aumentó un poco el ritmo haciéndote gemir más seguido por la velocidad y la fuerza, pero no te importó. Tiempo después Noritoshi llegó a su clímax, lo escuchaste gemir cuando se corrió dentro tuyo...

El se alejó de ti y como aun no te habías corrido se acercó a ti besándote y luego bajo su mano empezando a tallar círculos sobre tu clítoris haciendo que eventualmente también llegues a tu orgasmo... Noritoshi bajó un poco más sus manos dándose cuenta de que su semen se salía de tu intimidad por lo que empujó dos de sus dedos hacia adentro

Noritoshi: no desperdicies...

_____: fallaste en tu intento de embarazarme...

Noritoshi: ¿Por qué?

_____: estoy en ciclo infértil esta semana...

Noritoshi: aún puede haber fallo

_____: ¿ese 5%? Es casi imposible...

Ambos se siguieron besando momentos después...

A lo mejor ahora evitastela idea de Noritoshi, pero mas a futuro no podrás evitar que te haga un hijo...

#noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kinktober 2023

[aicad-business-school]

Antes de amar a alguien, ámate primero a ti mismo ♥️

Hoy queremos dejarte una poderosa reflexión aprovechando el día de San Valentín y es que es imposible llegar a amar a alguien, sin antes amarte a ti.

No puedes dar eso que no tienes.

En Aicad Business School nos hemos caracterizado por ser tu aliado en cuanto a superación personal -y profesional- se refiere.

Tienes un potencial inmenso de brillar y mientras más lo hagas, más harás del mundo un lugar mejor, por esa razón hemos asumido el compromiso de ser una Escuela de Negocios que pueda formar a los líderes no solo de hoy sino del mañana.

Queremos verte amando, triunfando y brillando a donde sea que vayas. Date el valor que te mereces. Nosotros estaremos de este lado para brindarte todo el apoyo que necesites.

¡Ten un maravilloso San Valentín! 💝

#amor #aicad #educacion #education #crecimientopersonal #desarrollopersonal #san valentin

[yelek-galleries]

Pues hay les va el testimonio y la mala experiencia que tuve con jaja y de todo lo que viví

Ojo mucho texto

Está chica fue una de las primeras amigas que tuve al llegar a Tumblr, después de que la chica con la que trabajaba en el proyecto de "Lovedau" (ahora llamado after adversity y remasterizado por mi) dejará el proyecto por completo en mis manos por problemas que tuvo con varías artistas de aquí y también porque no quería seguirlo.

La primera red flag que ví hay🚩

fué que siempre la funaban o sacaban polémica sobre ella, siempre yo no sé si yo era bien estúpido en ese tiempo o que problema tenía yo para no darme cuenta de que si tenía polémicas fué por algo, pero siempre salía a defenderla y apoyarla, creo que si me tocó un poco ver la funa qué tuvo con sirius-night09 pero no me metí mucho en éso y pues esa si la dejé pasar

La segunda red flag qué también ví fué 🚩

que siempre decía cosas muy ,como decirlo valla, cuestionables de @/zaikobt al chile eso se me hacía bien hipócrita porque el su blog era muy "hay si mi amiga" "quiero mucho a mi amiguita" pero cuando se enojaba con ella te decía otras cosas, pero en ese tipo yo no conocía a zaiko y no sabía bien ni quién era,así que éso lo deje pasar porque dije "bueno cualquier pelea de amigos, entendible"

PincheestupidociegoaaaaaaaH-

Después de ese tiempo escuchando las mrdas que decía de las personas y de su amiga, fuí haciéndome amigó del jóven zaiko,y yo tipo "wey no es mal pedo como dise está chica,osea lo contrario", hay fué todo el cuestionamiento hacía ella,y fué también dónde empezaron las funas a zaiko y a Nadia por parte de ella y mandraken y al chile en esa funa si me puse del lado de zaiko y puse a todos en el contexto de la funa,y en esa funa jaja se puso a echarle la culpa a zaiko de todo "que por su culpa se sentía mal" "que era la causante de sus crisis de anciedad, bien dramática cuando literalmente causó que zaiko borrara su blog anterior y que se despidiera de redes un rato y ella de lo más normal del mundo

La tercera red flag 🚩

Fue cuando la gota que colmó el vaso, hagan de cuenta que soy como un vasito que a cada minuto le cae una gotita y ella ya había echado muchas gotitas y la última fue donde si me molesté

Un día saqué un sketch de un fanchild de Fp! Frisk x killer sans (Levi pará ser exacto) y está no dudó en mandarme mensaje por Whatsapp y decirme en pocas palabras esto "que el shipp era p*d0filia,que eso estaba mal" "que Sirius era una muy mala persona y que le destruyó la vida"... Y siendo sinceros... ¿Quién le destruyó la vida a quien? Porque está claro que a ella no,eso es evidente

En todos los mensajes que me mandó hablándome de eso, mientras yo estaba en mi hora de almuerzo en mi trabajo... Obviamente lo único que quería era comer y estar en calma, pero me estreso más de lo que estaba y la gotita que hizo qué el vaso se colmará y rompiera de tanta presión fue "si sigues así ya no te voy a apoyar" "que hagas y apoyes eso me lastima"... Bro ligeramente yo estaba existiendo.. QUÉ MRDA!? ,Al chile sus mensajes eran pura manipulación pará que hiciera lo que ella quería y créanme que se reconocer una persona narcisista, manipuladora con un autoestima de la cagada pero con un ego hasta arriba

Me molesté y le dije que la verdad me valía verga, qué hiciera lo que quisiera, pero que a mí no me hiba a limitar y decir lo que puedo hacer y no puedo hacer , porque no era nadie pará decírmelo,si ni a mí madre le hago tanto casó en eso, por se lo haría a ella?, incluso hasta le dije y si quieres,hasta aquí la dejamos,tu por tu lado con tus oc's y yo con los míos,y si me dejas de apoyar pues qué padre,yo vete como le hago pero hasta aquí llegó

Tuve una crisis nerviosa, ataques de irá y estrés el restó de la tardé y la noche por sus jaladas, cuando le dije eso empezó con sus "perdóname,yo no intentaba hacerte eso" "yo solo te decía que estaba mal" "eres mi única amiga en el internet"

Bro .. literalmente que pedo contigo!? , Literalmente perdí gustó por el dibujo por tu culpa y ya no puedo confiar en casi nadie, literalmente me dejaste en claro que es lo malo de ser bueno... Pero claro soy tu único amigó en el internet no?...

Pará ella todos somos sus chivos expiatorios,sin un Judas no hay un Cristo,sin Pandoras no hay dramas, osea siempre todos cargaremos la culpa por los actos que ella hacía y provocaba porque,y con ella así será siempre, siempre alguien cargará la culpa y eso no es justo porque hacerce la víctima le sale muy bien a ella, mientras tanto las otras personas si salen afectadas y dañadas por sus actos, porque realmente hay mucha gente afectada por su culpa,por su inmadurez y por escudarse en qué "es qué tengo anciedad y depreción"

AMIGA ESO NO ES UNA EXCUSA PARA HACERLE DAÑÓ A ALGUIEN MAS, PORQUE TE EXCUSAS CON ELLO PENSANDO QUE SALDRÁ IMPUNE DE TODO!? UNA PERSONA QUE ESTA CONCIENTE DE LO QUE TIENE BUSCA AYUDA Y TRATA DE BUSCAR SOLUCIONES O INCLUSO LAS PERSONAS QUE TIENEN ELLO NO SABEN QUE LO TIENEN

Así que éso nunca será una excusa pará salir impune y hacerle la vida imposible a le gente con tu simple presencia

#yuyutex #al chile si me desahogue aquí

[mobscene-london]

THE DATES SO FAR:

Travel to Costa Brava in Spain and explore the historical Tossa de Mar before having dinner aboard a catamaran ride around the coast at sunset.

A day in Heraklion, Crete, to explore the beaches, local architecture, and museums.

A visit to San Vito Lo Capo, Sicily, to embrace the beautiful beaches. An afternoon spent climbing the face of Monte Monaco, before winding down with a relaxing dinner in the town, with plenty of local wine to share.

Head to Tromsø, Norway, to go ice swimming in the Norwegian Sea. Warm up in a wood fire sauna, before heading into the city for a cosy dinner, and a night of great cocktails at the Magic Ice Bar.

Edinburgh, Scotland. A trip to the Camera Obscura and World of Illusions, filled with optical wonders and playful illusions, followed by a walking tour to the historic Edinburgh Castle. The trip will conclude with a night in a cosy log cabin surrounded by the beauty of the Scottish landscape.

A trip to Amsterdam to visit the art museums on the Museumplein, followed by dinner and live music.

A night out in Moscow. Italian food and French Champagne at Mario's, followed by a ballet at the Bolshoi Theatre. Finish things off with a late-night stroll to St. Basil's to take in the architectural beauty of the city.

Brunch date along the beaches of Tenerife, before joining the festivities of Carnival of Santa Cruz de Tenerife.

A weekend getaway to the small island of Malta, where they can submerge themselves in the culture, food, and scenery, far away from the busy life of London and all its drama.

An apartment in Central Paris, overlooking the Eiffel Tower, with prosecco upon arrival. A day of leisure, followed by dinner at the Sphére, located on Rue La Boétie.

Spend some time exploring Wine Factory N1 in Tbilisi. After plenty of wine tasting and bar hopping, an evening dining at the opulent Biltmore Hotel awaits; beautiful views over the city as the perfect accompaniment.

A pamper filled day at the luxurious Blue Lagoon Spa in Iceland, before toning it down with a beer and brewery crawl through the country's capital. End the night camping in one of Reykjavik's Geodomes.

The night consists of great food and live music. A chance to dress up and step into another world. Dinner at the Story Restaurant in London, followed by Abel Selaocoe and Britten Sinfonia at the Barbican Centre.

A trip to New York to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Empire State Building, Central Park, and do a food tour of the city together.

Private Island Living off the coast of Greece. A small Island villa just for two. Peace, quiet, and no nosey neighbours.

ADDED THURSDAY:

Enjoy a long-weekend away to Ibiza where you will experience both sides of the Island; nights out in the best clubs with the greatest DJs and the nights in watching sunsets by the beach, most luxurious dinners. A date with the best of both worlds.

Get tipsy together on a weekend away at Amalfi Coast. Stay in five-star Hotel Santa Caterina, with its far-reaching views along the coast, a luxurious beach club and two restaurants, for a four-day ‘Luxury Amalfi Coast Wine Experience’.

Arrive in San Sebastián just when the locals get started for the night, around 9pm. Choose from a number of Michelin star restaurants and spend the rest of the night drinking and enjoying the company. Wake up the next day for a walk along the golden beaches and explore more of the food the city has to offer.

Take a hike around the Isle of Skye and maybe a dip in the small water ways if you're brave enough. See the beauty that Scotland has to offer. The night will end at a cottage for 2 with a chef catered meal and an overnight stay.

During the day, enjoy a walking tour of Haga Old Town in Gothenburg, Sweden and a small boat tour of some of the archipelago. End the night with dinner at family owned Familjen where the mood is cosy and the food is all local.

A long weekend in Monaco. Enjoy the comfort of the iconic Café de Paris, spending the afternoon pampered in its spa before heading to an opera. Michelin restaurants, beach sunsets, and ultimate luxury mark a perfect weekend.

Austria. Visit the lakeside alpine village of Hallstatt in the Alps and enjoy a picnic lunch via boat ride. Attend an Austrian Apple Strudel Cooking Class in the afternoon before venturing to Salzburg to tour Hohensalzburg Fortress. Dine at the restaurant atop and attend a night-time concert there while taking in the balcony view of the historic town of Salzach below, including the river and mountains.

A weekend in Positano, along Italy's soaring Amalfi Coast. This includes a private boat tour to the island of Capri.

Sunset watching on a private yacht off the Greek Islands in quiet and private location, followed by luxurious but relaxed dinner and champagne. (edited to be in-keeping with geographical constrictions. Send a follow up date acknowledging this if you wish to change it. ♥)

Jetset to Finland, spend the morning exploring the snowy forest on horseback, try your hand at ice fishing before enjoying lunch prepared over an open fire. Experience the excitement of an overnight husky or reindeer safari to chase down the northern lights and return to the lodge the next afternoon to wind down in one of the glass house igloos of Kakslauttanen resort and enjoy the spectacular sights with a warm hot chocolate and a decadent five course dessert degustation.

#admin note #valentine's day 2024

[papyrusmailbox]

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[valquiria3000]

He tomado medidas en mis propias manos y he hecho un bot de Nando San Juan en character ai para todos nosotros los fans de Las Leyendas, pruebenlo! Tomen en cuenta que esta nuevecito así que van a tener que “entrenarlo” para que responda como ustedes quieran

Tal vez haga uno de Leo San Juan 😉

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I’ve taken matter in my own hands and made a Nando San Juan bot in character ai for all of us Las Leyendas fans, try it out! Keep in mind that it’s pretty much new, you’ll have to train it to answer you

Maybe I’ll make a Leo San Juan one 😉

#nando san juan #leo san juan #las leyendas #la leyenda de los chaneques #la leyenda del charro negro #la leyenda del chupacabras #la leyenda de las momias de guanajuato #la leyenda de la llorona #la leyenda de la nahuala

[dmmdconfessions]

[Image text: I’ll be honest here, I was so hyperfixated on the idea of an Aoba/Madoka crossover (Madoka Kaname from Puella Magi Madoka Magica), being both like siblings.]

[Full text: I’ll be honest here, I was so hyperfixated on the idea of an Aoba/Madoka Kaname (from Puella Magi Madoka Magica) crossover being both like siblings (like the entire whole older brother shtick where he has like a clumsy, insecure younger sister who’s secretly a girlboss deep down, who literally turned into a god in the Rebellion film).

Plus, their colour palettes/designs, schemes and all are adjacent to the Gumball/Anais (from The Amazing World of Gumball) colour palette scheme, meaning they would resemble them a bit. Their interactions would be really sweet together as I know Aoba would have this small, pink-haired fluffball of hope consistently follow him everywhere Aoba goes, and would try to get him to as he goes to Junk Shop Heibon to complete his daily working shift while Madoka just goes to school like an ordinary schoolgirl just the way she is.

Aoba sometimes comes home and buys Madoka a lesbian flag she can hang up on her wall, and makes dinner for her a lot. She introduces her girlfriend Homura to Aoba and he’s like “aww, that’s sweet.” I feel like he’d grow accustomed and fond to her, and I feel like he’d grow an ever-loving desire to protect her from falling into despair so much so that she turns into a witch.

One of the funniest things I can imagine Aoba doing is having one of his alters (Sly Blue for example), fronting and then she gets a call from him and he takes her on a little ride while Madoka brings Homura, her beloved, with her to the retail park that is extremely far away from both of their locations. He then lets them play on one of those Beatmania arcades, and he goes to the cigarette bar to get a quick smoke and to accompany his younger sister and his girlfriend, and they both win so much on the Pop'n Music arcades while they start to finish off and get ready for the bowling venues.

Sly sits on one of these chairs and watches his younger sister Madoka and her girlfriend go off at these bowls, and claps and cheers when Madoka manages to succeed at taking one of these bowling pins all in one go. And after that, Sly fronts back to Aoba, the main host of the system, and then he calls back for them to come back so they can go in there to explore the garden, town pebble streets and more amusement parks for their own excitement, so they can have pretty picture taking time.

I can imagine Aoba loving Madoka like he’s his own daughter and doing Madoka’s hairstyles every morning like crazy while on the phone trying to listen some deals that Haga-san made to him, putting small ribbon hair clips in Madoka’s hair, and making her breakfast and making sure she’s at least well fed and happy.

I want her to be happy after the shit she has gone through. My precious baby daughter. My daughter, she didn’t deserve all of this, she deserves to be all happy and to be all pain and trauma free. It’s not a matter of comparing “yaoi vs yuri” of which series is pure or fucked up or whatever. I’m not simply here to compare them. I’m here to illustrate my point cohesively that Madoka would view this mentally ill skinny 23 year old gay boy who has had a never had a good day ever in his life, and she would go “I’m going to view that man as my older brother. He seems nice.” and tries to hang around with him to try to get more information from this gay boy who has a shit ton of unresolved BPD that would end up with him being sent to a mental asylum. It’s about the potential, it’s about the silly sibling shenanigans of Madoka trying to wake her older brother up so he can take her to school. It’s him seeing that she is going down a dark path full of magical girls. Whatever. I am so mentally ill about them. Madoka Magica changed my brain fundamentally and mentally and I needed to thus propose this like crossover even further because I want to say it out loud.]

#i've been trying to figure out how to post this since i received it early this month #i think this is how i'm going to do long confessions from now on #i try my best to not give my opinion on any confession but. wow. this was really something to read and edit #madoka #madoka pmmm #madoka kaname #madoka magica #pmmm #aoba #aoba dmmd #aoba seragaki #seragaki aoba #sfw #srs #dmmdgame #confession #confessions #dramatical murder #dmmd #dmmd confession #dmmd confessions #dramatical murder confession #dramatical murder confessions

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Star Gazing

Wednesday fue a revisar el fuego un par de veces más, antes de recostarse por completo en la manta mientras veía el cielo nocturno. Enid había copiado la posición de Wednesday y estaba separada de ella por algunos centímetros.

—Acá se ven mejor las estrellas que en San Francisco— Recordó Enid los días que también se quedaba viendo las estrellas, dependiendo de la presencia o ausencia de la característica bruma.

—También son diferentes estrellas, Enid— Wednesday quería explicar más detalladamente esta afirmación, sin embargo siguió observándolas.

—Lo sé Wednesday, desde que empecé mi primer año en Nevermore que me di cuenta, estamos al otro extremo del país.

Wednesday recordó las veces que se guio por las estrellas cuando salía a recorrer el bosque sin la compañía de nadie. Este año eso no ha sucedido porque esta vez Enid está con ella.

—Lástima que no guardé un par de granadas para arrojarlas al lago, es una actividad que realizamos con mi hermano cuando acampamos.

—¿En serio Wends? — Enid se sentó y cruzó sus piernas.

—Sí, es una actividad relajante— Wednesday imitó la posición de Enid.

—No, no me imaginó que eso se considere siquiera una actividad ni menos relajante, no quiero saber cómo las consiguieron.

—Están cerca de los artículos para pescar, siempre hay varias de ellas.

Enid giró su cabeza en dirección a Wednesday, comprobando si todo lo que ha dicho es parte de una broma, pero Enid sabe muy bien que Wednesday jamás bromea, solo es sarcástica en algunas ocasiones.

Wednesday vio la hora en su reloj de pulsera, eran cerca de la medianoche.

—¿Quieres qué volvamos a la mansión? — Desde el primer día, casi siempre le preguntaba a Enid si quería continuar en las actividades en las que estaban participando, se reconocía como una buena anfitriona y no por el hecho que quería hacer sentir cómoda a Enid durante la estadía en su hogar. 

Enid se golpeó el mentón varias veces con el dedo índice de su mano derecha, pensando— Creo que quiero quedarme un rato más — Enid estaba demasiado cómoda en aquel lugar, tenía el calor de la fogata, la vista del cielo estrellado y la mejor compañía que pudiera desear.

— Bien — Respondió con simpleza, si Enid se quería quedar, ella la acompañaría.

Volvieron a recostarse con la vista hacia las estrellas. Enid volvió a hablar después de unos minutos que ambas habían permanecido en un placentero silencio.

— ¿Sabes a lo que me recuerdan las estrellas?

—Creo saberlo, pero me delataría por reconocer que presto demasiada atención a tus películas Disney.

—¡Vamos Wends!, sé que es una de tus favoritas— Le golpeó juguetonamente el brazo.

—Mira las estrellas, los grandes reyes del pasado, nos observan desde esas estrellas y cuando te sientas solo, recuerda que esos reyes estarán ahí para guiarte. Y yo también. — Wednesday admitía que era una de sus favoritas, tenía un excelente villano, qué mejor que un hermano sea el que te traicione y obligues a tu sobrino a escapar y mandarlo a matar para quedarte con todo el reino, solo falló en el asunto de las hienas.

Enid aplaudió con emoción, recordaba que era la primera película que Wednesday vio completa.

—Sabía que te gustaba El Rey León.

—Si se lo mencionas a alguien date por muerta Sinclair— Su tono de voz ni siquiera se acercaba a una amenaza.

—Lo que digas Wends. — Observó nuevamente las estrellas— Pero sabes me gustó esa escena por completo, de niña me hacía sentir menos sola.

— No me digas que hay una analogía de los hombres lobo, ¿qué sus espíritus se convierten en estrellas?

—No, creo que no hay nada parecido— Enid intentaba recordar algún cuento que le haya contado su padre, pero no podía encontrar el parecido. —Pero si quieres puedo inventar un cuento.

—¿Un cuento?

—Sí, ya que tú me contaste uno, es justo que yo también lo haga.

—Suena justo.

—Dame unos minutos para pensarlo.

—Te daré 5 — Wednesday reconocía la creatividad de Enid, así que ese tiempo sería más que suficiente, si no, podría imginarlo a medida que lo iba narrando.

—Creo que algo podré inventar— Enid alzó una vez más su vista hacia las estrellas tendría que ser algo breve y que sea significativo para ambas.

Wednesday no la interrumpió en ningún momento.

—¡Lo tengo!

—Lo escucho.

—Bien, pero tengo una condición.

—¿Condición? —Preguntó confundida.

—Sí, promete qué no me interrumpirás ni cuestionarás nada.

—Es extraño que me pidas eso.

—Wends…

—Bien, prometo que no interrumpiré ni cuestionaré tu relato.

—No es suficiente, tienes que hacer la promesa del dedo meñique— Enid empuñó su mano derecha, dejando solo ese dedo libre y acercándolo a Wednesday quien sin dudarlo agarró el dedo de Enid con el suyo.

—¿Estás conforme?

—Sí— Se aclaró la garganta y comenzó su breve relato.

<< “Wednesday es una chica solitaria quien ama mirar el cielo, incluso tiene su estrella favorita. Un día la estrella bajó a ayudar a la pequeña Wednesday para que deje de estar sola”>>

—¿Por qué tengo que ser la protagonista? — La interrumpió.

—¡Wends!, lo prometiste.

—Lo siento, puedes continuar— Enid había pensado en ella como la protagonista desde el primer momento, quizás Wednesday podría entender lo mucho que significa que sea su compañera de habitación y su amiga.

<< “La pequeña Wednesday está sola. Tiene una familia que la ama, pero ella se siente solitaria. Así que mira al cielo, ama el cielo nocturno. Mira una estrella brillante, una muy brillante. La estrella la hace sentir menos solitaria.

Un día tiene un telescopio, quiere ver la estrella. La estrella era una niña pequeña, una chica durmiendo.

‘¡Ay!' La pequeña Wednesday dijo '¿Por qué estás ahí?, quizás pueda despertarla, pero ¿cómo?, quizás puedo disparar una flecha con un lazo o quizás pueda lanzarme con una catapulta hacia ella' pero podría herirla. Pensó.  

Así que la pequeña Wednesday solo habló a la estrella, '¡Hey estrellita, ¿estás despierta?'

'¿Quién habla?' Dijo la estrellita.

'Soy Wednesday, ¿quién eres?'

'No puedo oírte' Dijo la estrellita.

'¡Oh!, espérame' Dijo la pequeña Wednesday.

'¿Dónde va?' Pensó estrellita.

Cuando la pequeña Wednesday regresó ya era de día. Así que la estrella ya se había ido. Al menos Wednesday sabía que tiene a alguien que quiere conocer. Alguien que la haga sentir menos solitaria.

La siguiente noche, la pequeña Wednesday esperó por la estrellita.

'¡Oh!, estás aquí otra vez' Dijo la estrellita.

'Hola, soy Wednesday, ¿quién eres?'

'Soy Enid, una estrella, ¿por qué puedes hablarme? Los humanos normales no me ven'

'No sé porque puedo verte' Me siento sola, pero cuando te veo disfruto tu compañía. Pensó la pequeña Wednesday.

'¿Huh?, ¿qué dijiste?'

'No sé…' Dijo finalmente Wednesday.

'Entonces, ¿por qué estás aquí?' Preguntó la estrellita.

'Quiero ser tu amiga'

'¡Oh!, puedo bajar… si quieres' Dijo la estrellita.

'¿Puedes realmente hacer eso?' Preguntó la pequeña Wednesday.

'Bien, si lo hago, no puedo volver a subir' Dijo la estrellita.

'No lo hagas, ¿por qué quieres venir aquí si no puedes volver a subir hasta allí?'

'Estoy sola también' Dijo la estrellita.

Entonces la estrella comenzó a caer.

'¡ESPERA!' Exclamó Wednesday. '¿Estás bien?' Preguntó preocupada por la estrella.

'Estoy bien, no te preocupes, soy Enid' Dijo la estrellita, mientras se limpiaba.

'Pero no puedes volver allá' Contestó la pequeña Wednesday.

'No te preocupes estaba sola allá. No hay otras estrellas como yo. Quizás fue una cosa arriesgada, pero quiero conocer a la persona quien podría verme' La estrellita la miró felizmente y le dio a Wednesday un poco más de tranquilidad.

Tal vez no sabían lo que pasaría, pero sabían que se tenían el uno al otro y podían intentar ser amigas. >>

Enid terminó su relató con las mejillas sonrojadas, mirando al cielo, mientras que Wednesday sintió una calidez en su pecho.

A/N: El cuento le pertenece a @urmominbike en Twitter/X quien me dio su autorización para utilizarlo.

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