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The 14th and Final chapter of Moonlight Sonata-

MINORS DNI!!!!!

It is published under my other writing because! Fun fact! Moonlight Sonata is not rated explicit for naughty things. Just slight spice on occasion but with this final chapter

You get spice

Tons

And

Tons

Of

Spice.

You're welcome! ♡

La vie en rose

Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose When you kiss me heaven sighs And though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose.

When you press me to your heart, I’m in a world apart. A world where roses bloom.

And when you speak, angels sing from above Everyday words seem to turn into love songs.

Give your heart and soul to me. And life will always be, La vie en rose.

Cupcake🧁 girly till the end ♡♡

Wakey Wakey, Upper East Siders...

xoxo..<33

Nothing will ever hit me quite a hard as Izzy Hands in drag singing La Vie en Rose and that’s something I’m gonna have to learn to live with

everyday words seem to turn into love songs..

La Vie en Rose🌹 - Alastor X Reader

Requested by @hitherethea

"Ugh FML!" Groaning out loud, your body was slowly making its way to somewhere quiet. Today was a very unlucky day, as there was many mishaps that left you feeling frustrated and emotionally drained. Earlier in the morning, you dropped a few plates while putting them away for Niffty. Niffty said it was fine and cleaned up the mess, but it left you feeling extremely guilty. After that incident, you were tasked with getting some groceries for the kitchen, only to being catcalled and nearly sexually harassed by some grotesque reptile demons once you started to head back to the hotel. Nothing happened to you physically, but god, why do some people have to be so gross?! Once you got back, your head got nearly speared by Vaggie on accident when you walked in through the door. She wasn't aiming for you thankfully, she was trying to hit Sir Pentious after he accidentally blasted her favorite ribbon with a laser gun. She grabbed the spear and ran away to catch Sir Pentious, yelling out an apology to you as she chased after a screaming snake slithering down the hallway.

Lord you couldn't catch a break. Your only place of sanctuary was the porch in your room. The view always helped you relaxed and the breeze was nice, despite the mass pollution in the air. Entering your room, you slowly made your way to the porch. The sky was covered in stars, but instead of pitch black, it was a dark vermilion. Well, this was Hell, so it was better then nothing. Heaving a sigh, you moved to one of the chairs on the porch and took a seat, throwing your head back as you tried to relax from the migraine that was starting to form. A few minutes went by as you continued to lean back in the chair, listening to the sounds of the cars screeching below and people yelling profanities at one another. "Why the long face my dear?" A static voice appeared next to your head, causing you to jolt and nearly fall off the chair. Looking up, you see a certain deer demon, leaning down due to his tall height, smiling like a jester at your reaction. "Not funny Al." Grumbling from your position, you got up and sat back properly in your seat. Alastor stood up to his normal position, and broke into a fit of laughter, probably still finding your reaction hilarious. "HAHA! Apologies, my dear! I didn't expect you to take a tumble!" He made his way over to the other chair and sat down, placing his microphone against the wall, before turning to you with his legs crossed and hands on his lap. Finding his response ridiculous, you rolled your eyes. "Yeah right. You enjoy scaring the crap out of everyone."

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to stare at you, smiling widely. "Anyhoo! What seems to be troubling you, my dear?" Alastor asked you, as he continued to stare at you. His sharp smile turn to a more soft grin as he awaited your response. Sighing again, your eyes turn back to gaze at the view. "Not a very good day today. I made a mess for Niffty, almost got raped by some gross lizard-like demons when I left the grocery store, and then the icing on the cake was getting nearly speared by Vaggie from her chasing after Sir Pentious." Alastor continued to listen to you, his face changing a bit from slight sadness to extreme anger, especially when you mentioned the demons who tried to assault you. Looks like he has some hunting to do later. He may be a serial killer, but any inappropriate actions towards a lady infuriates him. Pushing his feelings of carnage away, he continued to stare at you. Your body was slouched on the chair as your eyes continued to stare at the sky. Instead of the kind smile you usually wore, it was replaced with a somber frown. Moving his hand slowly, he placed his clawed hand on your head, giving you a slight rub. He wasn't use to acts of affection, so this was the best he could offer. "Is there something I can do to make that frown of yours turn back into a smile?" Surprised by Al's words, you looked back at him. He was still smiling, but he was staring at you with kind eyes. You found it sweet that he wanted to cheer you up instead of leaving you alone in your negative emotions. Thinking long and hard about what you wanted, you came to a conclusion.

"Um, could you sing for me perhaps?" Al nearly froze at your request. Out of all the things you wanted, you wanted to hear him sing? Oh what a charming doll you were! Alastors smile grew tremendously, almost to the point it broke his face. Grabbing his microphone, he turned to you, positively joyful at your request. "My my! What an adorable request! Now then! What song would you like me to sing my dear? Request away!" Alastor was beaming at you. He was surprisingly cute like this, but you wouldn't tell him that. Any song? This was tough. You knew he was a fan of oldies and jazz and detested some music genres. Soon you came up with the perfect song for him to sing to you. Blushing at him, you looked away from him, twirling your hair with your fingers. "La vie en rose, please." Alastor was actually surprised at your choice, as he tilted his head. "Why that particular song, my dear?" You looked back at him, face flushed. "Well, I heard that you knew how to speak French, so I kinda wanted to see if it was true or not." Twiddling your fingers, you continued to stare at Al, who was still smiling. "Can you really? Speak French, I mean?" Alastor nodded his head: "Oui mon cher!" Oh no, that made your heart race. Al's voice was already amazing as it was, now you get to hear him sing to you in French?! Someone better pinch you to make sure this is not a dream.

Clearing his throat, Alastor adjusted his position, placing his mic in front of him, as he was preparing for his small performance for you.

(Credit to Paranoid Dj on Youtube for this awesome cover)

🎶𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠

𝑄𝑢'𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑠

𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑'𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟

𝐷𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑐̧𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒́ 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑐œ𝑢𝑟

𝑈𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑢𝑟

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑗𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒

𝐶'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑚𝑜𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑙'𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑡, 𝑙'𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒

𝐸𝑡 𝑑𝑒̀𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑙'𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐̧𝑜𝑖𝑠

𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑖

𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑐œ𝑢𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑡🎶

Two words, HOLY S***! His voice was incredible! The whole time during his performance, you were blushing madly, but also it felt like all the frustration you were feeling before slowly diminished. Singing out the last of the lyrics, a sound of applause radiated from his microphone. "Enjoyed the performance, darling?" Alastor looked back at you, noticing your flushed face and wide eyes. "Darling?" Alastor tilted his head at you, confused at your reaction. Breaking from your trance, you started nodding rapidly. "Yes! I enjoyed your performance very much!" Satisfied that you enjoyed it, Alastor gave a nod, as he placed his microphone back to where he left it. Looking back at you, he raised his hand and grabbed your chin with his fingers. "Feeling better, chérie?" His ruby eyes gazed into yours, almost as if he was staring into your soul. Heat rose to your cheeks as you suspected you were as red as his hair. "Y-es I am. Thank you again Al." No longer feeling upset about the day, your emotions improved and you gave Al a warm smile. Humming with approval, Al still held your chin, but not before leaning closer to the point your noses were touching. "Wonderful my dear! Glad your smile has returned especially since you are never fully dressed without one! If you desire another performance in the future, seek me out."

Goosebumps began to form on your skin, as you continued to stare at Al. He is so close!!! Tongue-tied, you nodded your head. Pleased with your response, Al let go of your chin and stood up from the chair, adjusting his suit and hair. He remembered his previous mission, before he sang to you. Feelings of wrath and rage bubbled inside him, but he hid it as not to alarm you. "Well then! I have some business to attend to at the moment! Have a good evening my dear!" Alastor bid you a farewell, as he diminished in a black shadow, and disappeared from your eyes. Watching Al leave, you covered your face with your hands. It was true you were no longer feeling upset about today, but now you were starting to feel other emotions. Your heart was pounding and your palms were sweating. What was this feeling? It wasn't fear, cause you knew you weren't scared of Alastor, so what was it? Admiration? Or was it something else?

Baby, I’m yours, and I’ll be yours until two and two is three, yours until the mountains crumble to the sea.

In other words, until eternity.

9 de Septiembre de 2020

El ego

En el vacío de un corazón roto y la oscuridad de un alma perdida, podemos observar un egocentrismo bastante desarrollado. El ser permanece iracundo, extremadamente furioso por la escasa atención que recibió por parte de su alma deseada. Su ego no puede con el rechazo. No lo soporta. Le parece la grosería más grande del mundo, puesto que el ser entregó tanto, se supone que debería haber recibido una gran recompensa ¿no? “Al gran esfuerzo, gran resultado”. Pues no, el ser sólo entregó todo aquello para recibir algo a cambio: atención. El ser no quiere ayudar a otros a ser mejores, el ser quiere que ayudar a otros a que lo ayuden a ser mejor. El ser sólo se quiere a sí mismo. El ser no puede ni podrá ser feliz hasta que comprenda que el universo no gira entorno a él. El ser no puede ni podrá encontrar lo que busca hasta que abra su corazón a los demás. El ser está perdido y roto. Encuéntrate. Cúrate

— Mila Mendes

Te amo como amo mi patria 🇲🇽

17 de agosto de 2020

Renacer

Después de la infatuación que ilusionaba durara toda la vida, descubrí en mi ser una fortaleza e independencia de la que no sabía ni el existir durante aquella extraña experiencia de amor y dolor en la que el ser que yo idolatraba extensamente me consumía y yo a él. Fue una desgracia que aquello haya sido una infatuación y no una vivencia saludable. Preguntarme si el amor debe ser tóxico en algún momento me hace pensar si realmente es necesario el romance. El amor evidentemente se necesita, de muchas maneras, se necesita de amor propio, familiar, amistoso, incluso el romance es a veces necesario. Pero, ¿cuando si y cuando no?¿cómo si y cómo no?¿porqué si y porqué no?¿es indispensable para vivir? Cuestionamientos y más cuestionamientos. El aprender nunca se acaba...

¿Qué pasará cuando los participantes de la infatuación se den cuenta de que el romance que tienen es tóxico? O peor aún, ¿qué pasará cuando decidan que actuarán sobre la toxicidad del romance? Se pierde, algo se pierde, o se muere. Algo cambia las cosas. Ya no es lo mismo. Una vez que el ser abre los ojos y decide actuar sobre aquella cuestión viciosa en la que vive, las cosas cambian. Existir y coexistir cambia. La manera en la que percibes el entorno cambia, superar la incertidumbre parece ser un proceso tan lento, y el tiempo parece pasar tan rápido... Da la impresión de que jamás podrás pasar por aquello, el sufrimiento será eterno.

“La tristeza durará para siempre.” Frase del famoso pintor Vincent van Gogh, en la que, según mi criterio, no se refiere a que jamás se superarán las desgracias, sino que, siempre encontrarás una, será decisión personal si superarlo y seguir adelante o mantenerlo y permanecer detenido hasta que se quiera avanzar.

Entonces, descubrí una fortaleza en mí que me ha ayudado los últimos meses a no dejarme derrotar por las adversidades que presenta la vida, tales como el fin de un romance, el distanciamiento entre amigos, las discusiones familiares, las carencias materiales, entre otras cosas. En ocasiones he confundido la fortaleza con frialdad e indiferencia, sin embargo, igual he llegado a la conclusión de que la fortaleza nos ayuda a ver con ojos sabios y bondadosos todo aquello que nos hace daño. La fortaleza es una bendición, me ayuda a llorarle sólo a lo necesario, sin dramatizar ni hacerse de corazón de piedra. Fue gracias al fin de la infatuación, que he podido encontrar partes de mí, que me impulsarán a crear la mejor versión del ser que habito.

-Mila Mendes

CDMX, México.

So I was at Chapultepec park and I sat by the side of the lake, suddenly this beautiful heron poses by my side and stayed there, contemplating herself. She was a meter away from me and I started moving closer and closer until I was like 40 cm from her. That experience was amazing, magical, the heron was not afraid at all and we had a conversation. Then I left, and a few minutes later she left too.

Catedral Metropolitana de México

Hamaca

Quisiera que me dejaras observarte cuando nos recostamos en la hamaca, siempre eres tú el que me ve, y yo la que es vulnerable, la que está a la espera de un juicio o halago. Sin afán de sonar irrespetuosa o falsamente modesta, estoy cansada de ser el objeto de admiración. Yo quiero verte a ti, quiero que te dejes ser vulnerable, estar los dos acostados y contar cada lunar y marca de tu cuerpecito lindo. Alabar esos ojos tan preciosos que tienes, más la luz del atardecer dándoles despacito y alumbrando tus largas pestañas. Güero de mi corazón, has llegado y sin aviso, como por sorpresa del destino para que por fin salga de mi zona de confort. ¿Cómo sabes tanto de mí?¿quién eres? Insisto amablemente, creo que es mi turno de ser la que observe y tú el ser que admire. Te juro que no encontraré ningún error. Tú solo recuéstate en la hamaca y déjame adorarte la eternidad.

— Mila Mendes

La Vie En Rose   Vogue UK March 2023

the 50s/60s vibe ariana gave during this era 💭📻 (my edit! hope you enjoy)

Rozes