posesión

that's HUGE! 
''ºn º'' 

oh, is it?
*9, 9

análisis

Estuve viendo muchos documentales de la Seguna Guerra Mundial. Supongo que era inevitable que algo como esto pasara. 

I still pick black.

las traducciones y el artista

Ejemplo de adaptación (Abusando de Gosho Aoyama)

(be)hold!

hay una explicación lógica para todo esto:
Introducción a la Empresa.

especialistas en extremoaburrimiento han comprobado que complementar las clases de economía con medialunas de cierta panadería durante el break es perjudicial para la salud [mental] de los alumnos.
la salud de "ese autor anónimo" en particular es preocupante, pues al parecer empeora progresivamente: ha pasado de utilizar las servilletas como lienzo para pintar bobesponjas bidimensionales a emplearlas como parte del discurso político.
si bien se sabe que "ese autor anónimo" se define como total opositor, evidencia incluso ciertas contradicciones al momento de expresar su ideología política.
es eso, o hace un manejo extraño del doble discurso.


[author cracked when i said that's double-negation]

The throne-like armchair

"Shadrak!" cried he "Sadamesh! Mawain! Meldow! Dyran! Lio!rt! Gweir! Argalis! Jarad! Keshesj! Prymdwyn! Gredah! T'twim! Beldar! Ahgrannim! Dayshade! Mandred...!" There he ceased, eyes wide open staring directly into something ethereal far beyond our sight. "Do you know, Azazel, what happened to God when he was done with this World? After parting with His soul and becoming Its strenght? Do you not know of Mand-reth, the Nameless One, who lost his soul to his very creation? Forgoten, he was. Lost amidst Time and Space; lost to the living, to whom He'd dedicated his life awhole. And do you know, Azazel, what became of him? He died, soon afterwards. Dead, both in place and memory. Where'd Ocean Soul go? Who am I? Naught, but leftovers of a God that is dead to the World. I am that side of Him. The melancholy, the disdain, the fear of losing to them once again, that is who I am; the side of Him everyone fears in the end... God's irated side."

spoon

I betcha can't spin da spoon >D

omake

Sisterly love

きみを愛してる··· 姉-左!

[Kimi o ai shiteru..- ane-hidari!]

Party!

Boku wa Gouka-des! :3

···

supera eso Lainy-chan! >D

Selfish

"It hurts me to see you so changed"
"So" Darner turned his back to the lit fireplace and rubbed his forearms "she spoke."

The roasted meat was overwhelmingly hot, and Max practically pulled the first bite away in cursing.
"T'was 'bout time, now warn't it? 'ts been three days so far."
Lancer sat back with a weary grin, his extended legs reaching across the small room.
"P'haps she didn't have anything worth saying..."
"How rude of you" Rikku called out, stretched a hand to poke his blond, sturdy head and glared angrily at Priscila, who wasn't exactly trying to supress that bothersome keen smirk of hers "And running away wasn't very heroic of you either; neither of you would be here laughing weren't it for her, now -you ought-a be grateful. What did she say?"
Priscila fleered, rather scornfully, and lit a joint to smoke.
"Call'd me Alice. I keeps a-tellin'er she's got t'wrong lass, tho'..."
"How'd she take it?"
"Dah. Wun't lis'n."
Kya -who, in the meantime, had been walking to and fro along the hallway trying to get rid of the chill which had assaulted her currently numb fingers- stopped, so suddenly that they all started.
"But, you do know her. Right?"
She thought for a second, drew the smoke of burnt hashish into the mouth, and promptly exhaled it again.
"We'v.. met afore. Once. I reckons"
"May I ?" Cibyl pointed out "I didn't think there could possibly be someone stronger than Priss." Aaron spilt the wine on the tablecloth, and sniggered. Priscila tore the joint up and sent it flying trhough the window with a scowl as she growled,
"Tsk! Which it ain't true, I says. Which she ain't stronger then me, but faster, I meantsays. Stronger? Sheesh!" here she stopped to light a new joint, spat a mouthfull and started again "At all events, which I says, ther ain't!"
"Well yer must really look alike," sneered Lancer, all beer and skittles "yer 'n this Alice girl -who is she anyways?"
"My former-self, I'm a-guessin'."

"Former!" cried Max after succesfully managing (or not at all) to swallow "Whichever happn'd to you eleven years ago, for pete's sake!?"
"Died. Or sort-a. And that's as far as I shalt says."

Happy comeback to me (?)

:D
Me encantan las presentaciones.
Lo único que me gusta más que las presentaciones es Clirr.
((Y el Summon Night))

I'm off to play Dokapon
(yay!)

Sigo.

Máximo.

Aháp.
Mis hombres son sexys.
Sep.
No deja de ser divertido.
La próxima dibujo a Darner.
(Kya-ha-ha-haa)

Evolución

Lanzeros, zeros, Zero.

Qué genial, pero qué genial. Qué genial
es la evolución =D

Demons and a Calf

A walking demon,

A flying demon,
A dancing demon,
A glowing demon,
all the four wishpering
their melodies at a time

"Thou 'asth come forth!"
"Thou dose look upn' sky!"
"Thou shalt dance along!"
"Ans thus feedn' light!"

A walking demon,
A flying demon,
A dancing demon,
A glowing demon,
Four Hands of One
A calf, lone born,
by the name of the Son of Times

And the name of Cumlhan
echoing for an Eternity's life.

Cumlhan

"E Cumlhan, hijo de Brom, hijo de Bret, que victorioso regresó de [batallas] tantas, fue por todos llamado Lio!rt, que en obod dicié grito de guerra."

Tizón de Serena

"Empero en medio la tormenta que se destaba,
asió por las barbas al enano, sonrióle con aspereza,
e los ojos le brillaron con saña ajena "

Tomo Séptimo

Esto.

Cuatro minutos

Simpático.

Ni siquiera lo edité como corresponde.

La proxima vez que esté aburrida Y con sueño, me voy a la cama ¬¬

Evenspell

Even... el arte de escribir en el aire y dejar que las runas hagan el resto... · ·'

Even Rehf, und Even Dhal
Theten a'Danne tuatha de
adaen o'macc

(Rehf Rune, Dhal Rune, those who hail the Sacred Fire, I am the blood of)

·My dearest·

The world is yours, my child,

and you... You are mine