#Isa go to sleep challenge

[themagical1sa]

"i like you and i blame you for making me feel this way" he said

i still think about it

[strawberryfloofs]

Regressor Max x CG David!

Summary: Max is feeling overwhelmed and slips into littlespace right before a storm, needing David for comfort- but little does he know, the counselor has a surprise for him. tw: cursing At Camp Campbell, it was 11 pm, and all the other campers were fast asleep. Even Max's troublemaker friends Niel and Nikki were asleep, but Max was awake in his tent. He loved his friends, but sometimes the adventures they went on were exhausting and keeping them from doing dumb things was even more draining for Max. It was all too much for him today: Nikki was bent on offering a sacrifice so she could be the leader of the forest animals and Neil almost blew up the camp with his failed methane experiments- it was too much chaos in one day for the boy. "This is stoopid! Ima big boy!" He mumbled to himself, feeling his mind trace the beginnings of his regression. Max knew he age regressed, but he was very embarrassed about it. He's a tough, "badass kid" in his mind, and he always did his best to convey it to everyone else. He was mean to the other campers, pulled tricks, and always gave Gwen and David a hard time- but overtime...David kind of grew on him. "Whatever wets jus go to bed!" He huffed, crossing his arms and pulling the blanket over his head. He didn't need anyone right now! He'll just pretend it NEVER happened! Grown ups are stupid an- BOOM, CRACK, RUMBLE

The thunder made it's grand entrance and it scared Max, only making him smaller. He didn't like loud, sudden noises, especially when he was alone. He looked over to Neil and he was still fast asleep, so Max sighed and stood up from his bed, wrapping the blanket around him like a protective burrito as he left the tent.

"I wan David..." he quietly mumbled, waddling through the camp as he looked for David's cabin, which took longer than usual with navigating the dark in littlespace. Standing in front of the cabin door, he could hear David humming and talking to himself about what fun activities he has planned for tomorrow. Knock, Knock Max heard David standing up, sighing, "Oh Gwen, this is the 6th key you'v-" he began, before opening the door to see the unexpected camper immediately hug him.

"Max?" He looks down, standing there confused. Max only whispered, making grabby hands, "Davy" and that was enough for David to pick him up and set him on his bed. Now David didn't know what age regression was formally, but he will always support and accomodate all of his campers! Plus, he knows how storms or other scary things can cause the kiddos to need some comfort, so he doesn't bat an eye. He's just happy to make camp the amazing experience that every kid deserves! "You must be scared of the storm, huh?" David speaks softly, rubbing his back. Max nods, scooting closer to give David a weak hug. "Is loud and...not know!" David holds him tight, starting to rock him a little, "I know, I know kiddo. But I'm here now and we'll be okay. You can even sleep here for the night if you'd like!" The little one gasps, "Reallly?" "Really, and I even have a little gift for you!" David exclaims, boasting a warm smile as he stands up and leads Max to a drawer. David had other intentions on how to give this- mostly for Max's upcoming birthday- but he knew that would be a challenge with his normal demeanor. The camp counselor wasn't sure why Max was so soft right now, but he couldn't possibly wait- his mission is to make camp unforgettable for Max, in any way possible. He opens the drawer and pulls out a stuffed animal of a puppy, holding it out for Max to take. "OH MAH GOD ISA DOGGY! FANK YOU DAVY!" He squeals, showing the biggest smile and giving both his stuffie and David a tight hug. David smiles, happy to give Max the treatment he deserves, "You're welcome kiddo, they're all yours" Getting Max to bed was harder than he thought- with how sleepy he seemed David was sure it would be easy. But....all he wanted to do was play with his new puppy- so he played and played until David could convince him that there was tomorrow and his puppy also needs rest. "Max he has to grow up big and strong, and so you do buddy" he sighed, kneeling down as he explained to the boy. Finally, as if after negotiating with the kid for almost half an hour now, it finally clicked and he agreed. "Kay! He gonna be a big dog and I gonna be a big boy morrow Davy!" He smiled, making grabby hands for David again. David picked him up and carried him to his bed, tucking Max in and telling him the fun camp stories he had from when he went here. Once Max seemed asleep, he tip-toed away back to his desk and smiled, silently cheering about tonight's big breakthrough with Max "Yes yes yes!" He happily stimmed, being sure not to make too much noise. He turned his head for a final glance at Max, noting how peaceful and happy he looked cuddling his new dog stuffie. "He deserves to be happy, and I'm so glad I could give him that tonight." He smiles before working on tomorrow's camp activities.

Requested by: @fuzzypucklings

I hope you enjoy! Regressor Max and CG David are fun to think about- I also reallllly love the show. Sorry it's been so long for this- I was pretty burned out with life. Note to other requestees: I see your requests! Gonna be working on them soon :D

[wooahaes]

a slip of the tongue

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 1.2k~

warnings: reader is bad at sports. seungmin meeting readers parents in-person for the first time. nervous seungmin teehee

daisy's notes: thank you to my beloved isa @sseastar for the help w this one <3 love u!!!

Seungmin considered himself someone who didn’t get nervous easily. He’d had his fair share of frazzled nerves plenty of times in his life, but this? This shouldn’t terrify him. So why the fuck did he spend a solid five minutes standing in the bathroom, calming himself down from a racing heart? 

Well… Your parents, for one. They’d been polite enough when you brought him in, arms linked as you introduced him as your boyfriend. He’d been dating you for a little over a year now, and this was the first time he’d ever met them in person. He knew them. Hell, he spoke to them often enough because they liked reaching out to him every so often (usually to discuss you, because your “I’m fine even though I’m about to break” thing stretched back for years). So why the fuck was he so frazzled now that he was meeting them in person for the first time? The two of you planned this trip together: one week with your family, and then another week with his family later this month. Today was important to you. This week was important to you.

Jeongin had answered sleepily when Seungmin called him—whether from actual sleep or a nap, Seungmin couldn’t decipher right now with his mind racing. “You’re overreacting,” he’d mumbled into the phone. “Their parents love you. Meeting them in person won’t change that.”

But what if they don’t? Seungmin knew that things were different in person. Habits came out, little quirks that they didn’t have to be exposed to were far more grating, and he couldn’t just escape with the end of a call. “They probably think I’m weird now,” he said with a sigh. “I’ve been hiding in here for…” He glanced at the time. “Almost seven minutes.”

“Then go back out there!” Jeongin huffed, and Seungmin could hear the impact of him flopping back onto the bed. “Stop being weird!”

“I’m not being weird!” He shot back, only to pause, pinching the bridge of his nose. Was he being weird…? Fuck, now he was back to the overthinking part even though Jeongin had helped him break out of that. “You’re right,” he said. “I’ll… go back out. Their dad cooked lunch for us today.”

“You’ve got this!” Jeongin said, and it actually did calm Seungmin a bit more. “They love you! Fighting!” 

The call disconnected, and Seungmin shoved his phone back into his pocket. Soon enough, he’d come back to where you and your parents had been getting ready to sit down for dinner. Usually, your sweet smile would be enough to reassure Seungmin that everything was fine… and yet there was this nagging voice in the back of his head, challenging him yet again. What if they’d just been talking about him, and now you were hiding their disdain by smiling at him…? 

Seungmin took his seat beside you instead. Your mother had started asking questions: what Seungmin did for work (photography; that was how the two of you met when he bumped into you when trying to get a shot for one of his college classes), about his friends (he named Chris instead of Jeongin: Chris was responsible and had less crazy stories than he and Jeongin did). Life things that were rooted in fact, an easier thing to talk about than pretty much anything else. He’d held your hand underneath the table as he spoke, and felt reassurance once you squeezed it. Most of his talks with your parents had been short, but this was… nicer than he thought. He learned about the silly story of how your parents met, what it was like when they were your age… and plenty of embarrassing stories about you as a child. 

Soon enough, he’d offered to help wash dishes alongside your mother (he’d quickly discovered that your parents had been why you did the dishes whenever he cooked… which was definitely part of the reason Seungmin did the inverse as well). 

“He seems nice,” was what your father had said, glancing toward the door to the kitchen. You’d hummed, turning back to him, and your father nodded toward where Seungmin was speaking softly to your mother. “Your mother was terrified he’d be different in person.”

It earned a soft laugh from you. That wasn’t exactly wrong: Seungmin was definitely holding back any snarky or sarcastic remarks around your parents. “He’s great,” you said. “But I’m biased.” 

To be fair, Seungmin did the same with you when the two of you first started dating. Apparently, according to every single friend you’d met, Seungmin had been smitten at first sight. He held back that snarky edge out of fear it’d scare you off, and apparently he’d been softer with you for months as a result. He’d been so polite and sweet to the point where it felt a little fake at first (the sweet part was real enough, but now what you knew him, you knew he was holding back making snarky comments about dumb things during those first two months). He’d slipped up one day while the two of you were out, and the moment you laughed, Seungmin had immediately broken and began acting much more like himself. 

“I’m not gonna hate you unless you’re an actual asshole,” was what you had told him at one point. 

Your dad merely looked at you after a moment. “You said he likes baseball?”

A smile crossed your face. “Yeah! He played as a kid and I think he’ll play with his friends sometime now for fun. Basketball, too.”

Your dad glanced toward the kitchen again. “Does he know how bad you are?”

You gasped, half-offended because you knew he was right. “I am not that bad at baseball!”

Immediately, you heard Seungmin yelling back over his shoulder, “You literally suck at it! I thought you were pretending at first because I’ve never seen someone that bad!” 

And then the house went silent. You could see the color draining from Seungmin’s face when you leaned forward. This wasn’t a new conversation, sure, but… You’d never seen Seungmin look this ghostly pale over teasing you for your ineptitude at sports. 

“Oh my god.” Seungmin turned, “I’m so sorry—”

And then your dad laughed. “See! Even Seungmin knows!” He turned back to you, “He doesn’t lie to you—That’s a good sign.”

It earned a laugh from you, too. You’d told Seungmin maybe a million times over the course of packing and flying and getting here that your dad would love him. Your dad always loved someone witty and snarky, as long as it didn’t cross into asshole territory (and you’d dated an asshole before that your dad despised). Plus it helped that your mom already liked him: he was polite and helpful, having insisted on helping her with the dishes since he wanted to spend some time with her.

But the sound of your dad laughing had been enough to make Seungmin relax. He’d glanced at you for a moment, anxiety softening into a smile as he realized he would be fine being himself around your family. Your mother had patted him on the back, and you knew she’d whisper something to him about how he’d probably just become your dad’s favorite person (the snark, the wit, and Seungmin’s love of baseball would carry him far). 

Sure enough, you watched your boyfriend become your dad’s new favorite. Whatever shall you do? Maybe keep him around forever., if you could.

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[noxemma]

Chapter 3 for my Hot Summer Art challenge fic

Mind the tags, this chapter is a short but heavy (I promise it gets better AKA fluffier)

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 3: The Night is Cold

Dean

“Huh, I wouldn’t have pegged him as a friend of yours,” Isa chuckles when he finally refocuses on her. The words are innocent enough, but there’s something derogatory in her tone that instantly raises his hackles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you’re all charm and mysterious and he’s … kind of awkward and dorky. I mean what is that ridiculous shirt? It looks like a flower shop threw up on him. At least he knows how to be a half-decent wingman,” she states bluntly, "Now, where were we?"

She smirks at him and makes a show of wrapping her lips around her straw and taking a large sip of her drink. Dean’s sure that most men would find it sexy, especially the way she gazes up at him through her lashes, but it’s honestly the fastest he’s ever been turned off by a woman.

“Right. Listen, you’re gorgeous, but-”

“Look, I have nothing against your friend, he’s just not my type and I’m not really gunning for a threesome tonight. You however are exactly my type, and I usually get what I want,” Isa changes in a flash, instantly getting defensive.

“Well, he's my type, and, even if we aren’t dating yet, I’m not going to sleep with someone else,” Dean blurts, not really sure how the conversation has devolved so quickly.

“Yet? Please. You may be into him, but he certainly seemed to have no problem with us flirting. So, he’s unaware or uninterested but either way, you don’t owe each other anything. Hell, he practically gave you his blessing. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, just a good time, so I don��t see what your issue is. Let’s get out of here and have some fun. Who knows maybe it will make him jealous and I’ll be doing you a favor.”

Dean’s stomach drops because she’s right; technically he’s single and free to do whatever he wants. But what he wants is Cas, and even the suggestion of sleeping with someone else has his stomach clenching painfully and guiltily.

“Okay, well, if you don’t have any other information about Bradley.” Dean stands, needing to find Cas, but Isa is faster than he expects, jumping up and walking next to him as he makes his way toward the door.

“Look, Bradley was here. He’s a bit of a flirt and some chick, who honestly should have been grateful for the attention, got all butt hurt. She cried to Riley, and she kicked him out,” Isa spouts, grabbing Dean’s arm and stopping him just inside the doorway.

“Dean, come on. You’re telling me I do nothing for you?” she pouts. Dean is too busy looking for Cas to see the angry glint that fills her eyes when he ignores her.  

He lets out a relieved breath when he finally spots Cas, standing at the bar with Sam and Eileen. Their eyes meet and the angel gives blinds him with the sweetest smile. And it no longer matters that they aren't dating, it doesn’t matter if Cas never wants to be more than friends: the promise of simply being near him, of laughing and shopping and trying each other's drinks, of taking whatever love Cas will give him, far outweighs any offer of casual sex.

Suddenly, Isa is in front of him, her sharp nails digging into his scalp as she yanks him down into a brutal kiss, slotting her leg between his own. He’s so shocked that he can’t do anything for a moment, frozen between wanting to flee or fling her off in a way that would definitely get him kicked out, if not arrested.

Like what you read? You can find the rest of the chapter here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 3/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~2,750

Tags: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction, Poor Coping Mechanisms

[gr0tesques]

MOODBOARD —  * JULIAN KOENIG ! (COLLEGE)

julian majored in computer engineering in college. he arrived on campus as a late enrollee, along with his twin sister eleanore and a bruised ego after getting rejected by stanford. he had a sharp way with words, of which he spoke very little, and was highly selective of those he held conversations with. anyone he did speak to can immediately tell that this was a kid with very high intellect, sarcastic humor, a superior view of himself, and a knack for science fiction (star trek, in particular, was a very special interest of his, and you could easily figure that out from the star trek pins on his bag) and video games (he was, and still is, an avid player of call of duty and streams under the name jukebox).

he was also a big reader and cited the works of philosophers and classic authors such as edgar allan poe, dostoevsky, and h.g. wells as his favorites. he shared a love of movies with his sister as well, influenced by their mother's career as a scream queen from the 80s well into the 90s but also enjoyed the davids (lynch, cronenberg, finch), scorsese, kurosawa, and bergman to name a few.

he met harper chen at ENGL 1001W during their freshman year where they were paired together for a poetry assignment. they hit it off quite easily; harper finding his bookish nature charming and sharp wit a challenge she readily accepted. julian, at the time, had already made friends with jamie novak, who was a junior then and one of the volunteers assigned to julian during freshman orientation. julian had told jamie about harper and as julian and harper's friendship blossomed, jamie could tell that julian harbored a crush on the girl and encouraged him to pursue her.

while their worlds were quite different, harper helped julian come out of his shell a bit, showing him that there was more to life than school and julian helped to expand her interests, engaging her in discourse she previously never thought about. harper assimilated julian into her friend group as best as she could, and while julian found some of them to be interesting enough for him to strike some vague form of friendship or acquaintanceship with, he was content with relegating himself as the npc boyfriend who stayed at the table guarding everyone's belongings and primarily only talked to harper unless he was being spoken to by somebody else in the group.

/// mention of drugs, student-teacher relationship, mental breakdown ///

julian's drug use persisted from his high school days and grew worse as the semesters passed, interfering with his relationship with harper, which was already on the rocks after a couple of months of dating due to julian's insecurities—to him, there was just no way that a guy like him was supposed to be with a girl like harper when there were plenty of other guys out there who deserved her more, who were better suited for her. these insecurities also often came with some paranoia that everyone was going to take her away from him. and so, by way of self-fulfilling prophecies, the relationship finally ended after a year of dating. julian stopped hanging out with most of the 'friends' that came with the relationship, though he still kept a few around. it wouldn't take long (a week and a half, to be specific) for harper and julian to reconcile, but this time only as good friends.

a short while after he and harper broke up, julian had started a physical relationship with one of his professors who introduced him to ketamine to help manage his high levels of anxiety. when he went to confront jamie about him hooking up with nora despite being with isa, jamie revealed that he knew about julian's secret. the two eventually decided to end their friendship.

after jamie's death, julian threw himself into his academics, joined the robotics club, and audited classes to fill his time. he slept very little, using what free time he had at night gaming instead of sleeping. his paranoia grew worse, largely to his abuse of narcotics, then dampened by the ketamine. this took a toll not only on his mind but also his body, making him stay in bed for days on end only to get back up like nothing happened. this constant push and pull eventually caused him to crack with only a semester left to graduation where he was highly considered to be the summa cum laude of his class. he suffered a nervous breakdown in the quad, triggered by an argument sparked by one of his thesis group members. the argument escalated into julian screaming and accusing everyone within proximity, even innocent bystanders having their lunch, of conspiring to ruin him despite jamie taking his secret to his literal grave. he started clawing at his skin, then his clothes, stripping himself into just his boxers while campus security tried to pin him down and restrain him. he was then taken to the clinic, then the hospital, where he was made to stay under observation for 72 hours, after which he was deemed fit to be released and brought back to california by his father. he would not return to school.

[magicalmadrigals]

Madrigal Madness - 1

[Synopsis: A collection of one shots - in no particular order - surrounding the Madrigal family when the children were younger! Pure fluff and chaos!]

I finally got around to starting my one-shot collection! I am so excited for this and to write about all the fluff and the chaos that the kids cause - and the amount of hair-pulling their parents do - and I really hope you guys like them. Read chapter one on AO3 or under the cut!

Moving her baby girl back from her chest once she was asleep and using a hand to sort her undergarments, Julieta raked that same hand through her curls before pulling her sleeve up and cradling her daughter close again. She smiled when Isa mewled with contentment in her sleep, curling a small hand into her dress as she nestled in her arms, and once she was sure she was comfortable she brushed a kiss against her temple. At six months old, her hija was growing up so fast and becoming more independent by the day, but she still wouldn’t go to sleep unless she was in her arms and she didn’t mind that one bit. Quite the opposite, truly.

It was the thing that made her long days more manageable and granted her a much needed break, coming upstairs to just sit and nurse her and then stay awhile while she napped, and she cherished the time she had with her. No doubt, these moments would be so short-lived.

The door creaking open pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up from her baby girl, unable to keep from smirking at the look on her hermana’s face when she came in with her daughter on her hip. Dolores, despite her having taken her for some air to try and settle her almost an hour ago, was still very much awake. Her chubby hand was curled around the end of her braid and she was yanking on it, screeching with delight in her ear as she was clearly loving this new game, but something told her that her mamá wasn’t quite as fond of it. “Oh, hermana, come on…” She laughed while rocking Isa. “How can you be annoyed at that face?”

When she reached the rocking chair beside hers, Pepa all but fell into it and brought her hija into her lap before easing her braid carefully out of her vicelike grip. Less than pleased with her new toy being taken away, Dolores whined and was moments away from screaming the house down before Julieta reached out and tickled her under her chin. Her disturbing Isabela when it had taken her so long to get her to sleep – her determination never to miss anything making it quite the challenge – was the last thing she needed, so she was relieved when the girl turned to her and beamed. “I have tried everything,” Pepa told her. “I took her out in her cochecito, I sang to her, I changed her pañal…I think she might actually be trying to kill me.”

“Have you tried nursing her?”

“Si, but she just keeps pushing me away! I don’t know what else to do.”

She moved her little girl up slightly in her lap and held her tighter when she looked up at her again, her love for her growing when she reached up and grabbed her face with small hands to pull her down to her. She placed gentle kisses on her cheeks, smiling at her gurgles, and when she pulled back she could see in her eyes she was tired. It made no sense at all to her why she was doing all she could think of to avoid having to go to sleep. Looking at her sister again, she glared. “Ay, I hate you sometimes,” She only half joked. “Why is yours so calm and mine so…not?”

Julieta could only blink at her for a second. “Um…have you met you?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” She rolled her eyes. “Juli…”

“Okay, okay, give me un momenta,” Julieta stood from the rocking chair and carried Isa over to her basket, slowly lowering her down into it until her back hit the mattress. Her little girl stirred at the movement, whimpering softly as her eyes blinked open for a second, but three light strokes of her finger against her cheek soothed her and she smiled as she watched her fall back to sleep. She really was the perfect baby. Once she was sure she was sleeping well, she turned back to her hermana and pushed a hand through her hair as she walked back to where she was still sitting with Dolores. “Here, let me take her for a minute.” She said gently.

Pepa handed the baby over with no hesitation and she sat her on her hip, bouncing her and chuckling when she reached up to curl a hand into her hair and give it a tug. Ay, she was a whirlwind this little princesa – much like her mamá though Pepa was forever denying she got it from her – but still so precious and she adored her. “I think mamí needs a break, mi vida, so lets see if this will work,” She said as she carried her to the little changing table. She laid her down carefully and opened the buttons on her cardigan, sliding it off her shoulders and smiling when she started kicking her legs.

It took her no time – well, once she’d managed to get her to lie still – to rid her of her dress and tights so she was lying there in just her pañal. She picked her up then and felt she was shivering a little, what she was hoping for, and after burying a kiss in her curls she began to carry her back to her mamá. It was clear when Pepa got the hint because she opened the top couple buttons on her dress just enough. “Ven aquí,” She heard her whisper as she accepted her baby back and tucked her inside her clothes, kissing her on the brow when she cuddled close.  

It took about a minute for her eyes to fall closed and her to settle down to sleep in her arms.

“Works every time.” She said as she sat back down in the chair next to hers.

“Gracias,” Pepa sighed, stroking Dolores’ curls. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

Julieta shook her head. “We overthink things sometimes.”

A comfortable silence fell over them for a while then, neither of them feeling the need to say much while their girls napped and they made the most of the rare silence, but soon enough that silence was broken by a faint whimper. “Oh, you have got to be joking,” Julieta muttered under her breath as she looked over at the basket Isa was in, sighing when a tiny hand came into view. She didn’t even have to look at her sister to know there was a smirk on her face. “One word from you, hermana, I swear…” She stood from her chair again and walked over to the basket where, soon enough, her girl was awake again with brown eyes sparkling happily. “Are you two plotting against us already, mi corazón, hmm? Is that what all of this is about?”

Pepa shuddered. “Ay, no, they’re turning into us.”

“Don’t say that,” She said with dread in her eyes as she picked Isa up. “We were nightmares.”

“Mmm, but you got away with everything and Bruno and I were always in trouble.”

“No, I got into trouble too.”

“Oh, name one time Señorita Perfecta Julieta got into trouble.”

“Well, there was that time…” Julieta started before shaking her head as she sat down and sat her daughter in her lap. “Oh, there was that time when…no, I got away with that as well. Ay, I guess you’re right.”

Pepa beamed with pride. “Feels good.”

Julieta made a face at her before they chuckled and she brought her baby close, pressing her lips to her temple when she cuddled against her and settled with a deep sigh. “I don’t care what they turn out like,” She admitted as she glanced Pepa’s way again while running a hand along Isabela’s back. “They are so perfect.”

“Mmm, they are,” Pepa agreed, burying her nose in Dolores’ hair. “Perfect…”

[miloscat]

[Review] Sin and Punishment: Successor of the Skies (Wii)

A cool and hip sequel.

With my TV setup all repaired, it was time to revisit this mini-series of Treasure rail shooters. Released nine years and two console generations after the first game, the visual and technical prowess on display have had a huge boost and there's more control options, but the plot doesn't make any more sense!

The year: irrelevant. In fact the only link back to the original seems to be that the star is Isa, the son of Airon and Saki, who can also transform into a kaiju thanks to the cursed blood inherited from his father. Since I have a proper translated manual this time I was able to get some background... oh wait, nothing in the story blurb really comes up in the game... in fact, I would say it just raises further questions! The plot of the game itself starts in medias res and never really slows down to explain what's going on. Suffice it to say you play as a pair of anime tween supersoldiers who are on the run from various interdimensional factions of superpowered biomonsters and have to blast everything in sight. That's all you really need to know.

Accompanying Isa is Kachi, a defected alien double agent hard light hologram in human form... or something. You can choose to play as either of them; Kachi has a sort of auto-lock on aim assist and a multi-lock charge shot, while Isa has an explosive charge shot. I opted for Kachi and had a grand time on Easy mode, finding it plenty challenging enough (very nice to have the option!). You spend the entire time in Japan but with sci-fi trappings, fighting through ruined cities, deserts, underwater tunnels, a yokai dreamscape, a militarised volcanic Mt Fuji, and finally a cosmic boss rush where each boss gets new forms.

Much like the first game, it's a genre-hybrid rail shooter/gallery shooter/platformer, only the platforming is much reduced. You can still technically run along the ground but the pathetic jump might as well not exist, and both characters can at any time float anywhere on screen (Isa has a back-mounted hover sphere, Kachi a hoverboard), and their mobility is further augmented by a dodge move. Staying on the ground does get you a point bonus for whatever that's worth; the game is always prompting you to upload your scores to the now-defunct online leaderboards. But despite allowing for hardcore score-chasing and high-difficulty challenges I like that it remains accessible: there's still a stage select, and lives have been abolished as you can now freely retry from checkpoints at the cost of a score reset.

The stages are always full of action, the 16:9 widescreen display flooded with enemies to blast at, your multiplier filling up as you prioritise between chunkier mechs, vehicles, or creatures or the floods of creatures and soldiers, in every moment deciding between rapid fire, charging your lock on, or the melee attack for up-close big damage or reflecting projectiles. I rarely felt overwhelmed though as the action is communicated and paced well, and the game's solid and consistent 60fps framerate both helps keep things clear and is impressive on a technical level. Each level is long, with multiple miniboss fight setpieces strung through them with the shifting perspective keeping things fresh. If there's one criticism I have it's the occasional use of bullet hell-like patterns during boss fights because in these moments where it's most important, I wasn't clear on what my character's precise hitbox was. But the melee attack and dodge can help to get you through these waves of projectiles so you don't have to be a total movement wizard.

Multiple control schemes are on offer: the Wii pointer style works well for a shooter like this and all the functions are bound sensibly. I preferred using this for the level of control you have over your cursor, although it's hard on the wrist in long sessions. When my cat happened to be sleeping on my lap and I couldn't use cushions to help prop up my pointer hand, I switched over to Classic Controller mode which worked fine too. It's certainly a more straightforward scheme than the N64 controls of the first game even despite having new functions, thanks to dual-analogue being the new standard.

I'm very pleased with how much this game built on the foundation of its predecessor. The brief seems to have been to constantly have something cool happening, and it certainly succeeds at that. The battles that you get in the middle of make the world feel alive and dangerous, and the shapeshifting boss characters give a nice sci-fi feel. The character models don't have the distinctive pinched marionette look of the first game; rather, there's an attempt at realism mixed with large anime eyes and prepubescent proportions for the protagonists that I don't think works as well, despite the upgrade to voice acting and mocap. Still, it's a brilliant sequel in most ways, an exciting action thrill ride with good options and an amusingly careless approach to coherent story.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 618

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 183: WORKING ORDER 78

Jer 1:17-19 Jeremiah, get ready! Go and tell the people what I command you to say. Don't be frightened by them, or I will make you terrified while they watch. My power will make you strong like a fortress or a column of iron or a wall of bronze. You will oppose all of Judah, including its kings and leaders, its priests and people. THEY WILL FIGHT BACK, BUT THEY WON'T WIN. I, THE LORD, GIVE MY WORD— I WON'T LET THEM HARM YOU. CEV

MAN MUST WORK 29: JOB SECURITY 7

We’ve treated the benefits of Working for God with the following subtopics: Eternal Job Security, Renewable Body, Sustainable Body, Preserved Inheritance, No Competition, reward is For Faithfulness, and now, we would round off with another crucial one thus:

7. ALL ROUND PROTECTION

Whereas Job Security may revolve more around attainable Cash benefits, there can be no greater consideration than the protection of life itself.

Sadly, no job amongst men can give you definite assurance that you will not lose your life in the course of the work. The best offer with Life is an Insurance Policy, which only benefits those you may leave behind.

Sad!

Mat 28:19-20 Go to the people of all nations and make them my disciples. Baptize them in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and teach them to do everything I have told you. I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS, EVEN UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD. CEV

There is no job with men where your boss can go with you everywhere to shield you; gives angels commands to protect your every step (Psm 91:11-12; Heb 1:13-14); Puts His Spirit within you to know your every thought and fears, apart from direct you (Ish 30:20-21; Prov 20:27); assures that evils will not harm you anyhow (Mk 16:18; Exo 23:25); assures you that you will not even make mistakes anyhow (Psm 121:3; 94:18) and even watches you while you sleep in safety (Psm 127:2; Prov 3:24).

But there could be contentions to some of these points for those who are spiritual illiterate. They could say that everybody dies, and they are correct, but misguided. We know that…

Isa 57:1-2 The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness. KJV

It’s important to God that the same things should rather happen to all men so that by deductions, men would not assume alllegiance to God just because of the benefits of long life and goodies.

Most importantly though, even where we do die, our lives are still secured.

Joh 6:39-40 And this is the will of the Father who sent Me, that of all which He has given Me I should lose nothing but should raise it up again at the last day. And this is the will of Him who sent Me, that everyone who sees the Son and believes on Him should have everlasting life. And I will raise him up at the last day. MKJV

This is why Jesus watched Stephen die, stoned by Saul and his minions (Acts 7:57-59). Death is not a loss but rather a blessing to the Disciple and the Lord’s Workman (Rev 14:13; Psm 116:15).

Death to the spiritual being and child of God, is nothing more than a Transfer by a Company to an Office location far from your regular home and setting.

Rev 20:6 Wonderfully blessed and holy are those who share in the first resurrection! The second death holds no power over them, but they will be priests of God and of the Christ. And they will reign as kings with him a thousand years! TPT

Whatever your role and challenges here on earth, when you die, you resume later as a King over some nations, reigning alongside Jesus, who sits in Jerusalem during the Millenia.

By that time, you would be rejoicing that you died and ended the pains of Nature. But even so, while you have assignment here, you are so sure nobody can kill you on salient duty.

Act 28:3,5 When Paul had gathered a bundle of brushwood and was putting it on the fire, a viper came out because of the heat and fastened itself on his hand…However, Paul shook the creature off into the fire and suffered no harm. NET

How could Paul so confidently discard the beast without fear of death by poison or even raising an alarm?

Well, you’d say Faith, but I know it was more than that. You see, God had told Paul that he will definitely witness for Him in Rome, so who kills God’s Message?

Act 23:11 The next night the Lord Jesus came and stood by Paul. He said, "Be brave! You have told people in Jerusalem about me. You must do the same in Rome." ERV

Beautiful, right? You must learn to enrol on God’s list of worker no matter your place here now.

May you not lose or miss any of these wonderful benefits, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Friday, as we proceed with this interesting Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

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[heartboxbyz]

Re: Who wins, who loses

To: r

CC: z

The memory of last night has been playing in my head every second that I am unpreoccupied with things to do. I have loads of them now, but I can't help but spend minutes in silence, thinking about you.

As I was making my bed earlier, I almost cried when I put my blanket around me and it resembled the warmth of when I had you around my arms. How many 'last na's did it actually take for us to finally let go for the last time? And how many 'isa pa's will it take for me to actually let go of you?

R, I grieve for the children that we'll never get to raise together. I don't know why but I have this strange and silly desire to build a family with you. We'd struggle with sleepless nights because we'd have trouble putting our little one to sleep. We'd have days when we'd have misunderstandings and struggle with our relationship. We'd have days when we'd struggle with our finances because of the inflation. But then again, I know we would have been fine because I would have been doing it with you.

You know I grew up in a broken family which is why I was so scared of opening myself to the call to married life. But when I met you, I started becoming open to it because I know, even with the adversities, the scary unknown, I would be able to surpass those challenges because I would be facing them with you.

Nevertheless, you taught me to face the uncomfortable. You helped me say things that I was afraid of saying because your eyes told me that I can trust you. Even when things were too shameful to share, or too little for you to care about.

There's actually one more thing that I was unable to tell you. When I said 'I love you' last night, I meant it.

Hindi ko alam kung doon ako masasaktan sa part na sinabi mo yun pabalik, o doon sa part na binawi mo rin and said "hindi kita sasanayin doon." When you said that, what did it mean to you? Did you say that because you wanted to take the burden off of my shoulders? Or did you say it because you didn't actually mean it?

Ilang beses kong dineny sa sariili ko. I love you. Even if nandiyan ka pa lang sa part na pinipigilan mo yung sarili mo na mahulog. Stay there. It's miserable down here. I have to admit, I was hurt to know that we'r not on the same page yet. I must have misunderstood how you treated me. That's why I asked you if it meant anything to you when you held my hand, when you wrapped me around your arms, and when you kissed the back of my palm, my cheek, my forehead. I wanted to know if you were just testing to know if your actions would make you feel anything, if you're still unsure about how you feel. Because r, I was so sure about how I felt whenever you would do those things to me.

Dito ko na lang ilalabas, kasi alam kong hindi ko na dapat sabihin 'to sayo, kasi it would make things harder for you. I love you, but until we're both free from this, I can only repeat those words for the wind to hear. Maybe the wind would be nice enough to carry it to your ears. And maybe, if you ever felt the same, the wind would feel pity for this failure of a love story and carry your reply for my ears to hear.

Until then. Until I forget how your hand feels on mine, and how you held me on the days that I just needed a warm embrace to get me through the night.

Mahal na mahal kita.

And to Z, gusto kong malaman mo na hindi ka kailanman naging lugi o talo rito. Oo, hindi mo man nakuha yung inaasahan mo; oo, hindi ka man niya inibig nang kasing lalim ng pag-ibig mo, ngunit hindi 'yon kailanman naging basehan ng pagkatalo mo o pagkalugi sa pag-ibig. Kailanman ay hindi natalo ang taong marunong umibig.

Look to the cross. The Man who lost His life because He loves you made that sacrifice, pain, and suffering a sign of victory so that you, too, will not be afraid and ashamed that you are very capable of loving. Your pain is a scar of the love that you gave. It is your pride.

The battle is the Lord's.

Z

[snugglebuddyhan]

Just some random thoughts about the 7th sesosn of Elite:

- I KNOW Ivan and that red head girl AIN'T siblings. Neither one of them know and ole girl done already sent him one of her homemade sex tapes. Next, as part of her "challenge" is to sleep with him and record it. Lord, don't do it. Knowing the show already had incest in it means the chances of these two hooking up are extremely high

- Sara's going to reach her breaking point, bc on top of Raul being abusive, manipulative and controlling, she's dealing with hiding she's the one that ran over and nearly killed Ivan. That's a lot for one person to handle. Under the amount of pressure she's in she's going to either kill or hurt Raul during an argument or confess despite saying she's not going to or maybe a third thing like suicide, bc each time you see her another layer of her personality has been peeled off. She's just a shell of herself atp

- Did Isa's mom poison her horse and point the blame on Didac's family as a way to get back at Pau? Bc if so that's fucked up. We all know how shady her mom is, especially as of late. I wouldn't put hurting her daughter to send a message to someone passed her at all. We all saw how she acted when she found put Isa was raped. Didn't give a single fuck. She didnt care about her feelings then, so why would she now?

- I swear after everything Omar has been through Joel, the one person he has that makes him happy better not be the thing that sends him back down a dark path. Joel already cheated on him when he made out with Ivan. Omar doesn't know and that's what makes it worse. As much as I would like to see Ivan find happiness as well, please don't let it be in Omar's boyfriend

- We're led to believe Eric is a bad dude, but more often than not people like him are just misunderstood and aren't dangerous at all, but iiiiiiiiiidk about this one. I got a feeling something is going to happen to Nico (or anyone else in the show that ends up hanging around him), bc of him. Maybe his dad was right to be against Eric living with them

[themagical1sa]

bbq is barbecue for short. that's an international english understanding i think

but as a filipino i somehow managed to read that as jejemon for baby ko [Tagalog: my baby] like... B3b3 qu0H,,, bebe quoh... baby ko

so anyway essentially it can also be bbq -> short for bebe quoh -> baby ko -> my baby

[skullsontess07]

Person on TikTok: you are indigenous to where you are born

My mom: *opens a door*

Me: no one opens the door... for a native New Yorker



[bebo-schmebo]

SPOILERS AHEAD KINDA

I made a list of HCs that start up after my fic Hermanito on ao3 (It's a Hurt/Comfort one shot, go ahead n check it out if you'd like!)

Practically all of the HCs are centered around mainly Bruno due to the fic, and how the family interacts with him

I'll be updating this list whenever I think of new ones so don't be afraid to revisit this list from time to time :>

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-Antonio's leopard stuffy definitely ends up becoming Bruno's, much to the kid's amusement- and Bruno doesn't even realize it. He goes to bed and always wakes up with it in his arms (Antonio's animal friends always help him sneak the stuffy into Bruno's room, Dolores chips in by always letting Antonio know when Bruno needs the stuffed leopard to help him sleep better)

- After the courtyard incedent the entire family becomes a bit clingy, almost overbearingly so- even Casita. Though the quiter kids like Dolores and Louisa usually know when Bruno wants company without conversation, which they're cool with.

- Mira and Julieta bake Bruno's favorite sweets and pass "emergency" packs of them out to everyone in the family each morning before they start their busy days so if anyone notices his mood slipping they can stop what they're doing to give him a snack n lift his day a bit

- The first time a villager badmouths Bruno its on his and his sisters' birthday, and it happens in front of the entire family. Unexpectedly, out of literally anyone it could have been, its the normally easy-going brother-in-law duo Felix and Augustin that get in the villagers face n threaten to make their kneecaps work backwards for daring to threaten their Hermanito (They have never in all the time theyve known him ever called him that before and Bruno nearly cries because holy shit he has brothers now-)

- Julieta nearly joined her husband and brother in law but decided it was a far better view to watch her love get so riled up and protective (One of the many reasons she loves him) She instead makes sure no one else joins and interrupts the brother-in-laws absolutely verbally destroying the villager who upset Bruno

- Isa learns what his favorite plants are and one day while the other members of the family are dragging him around town to socialize she sneaks into his room (the old guest room) and that night when he goes in his room hes greeting with the sight of the plain looking room being covered in all his favorite plants in pots and flowing out his window, Casita using the wooden window covers to wave at him. (He cries. A lot. Who wouldnt?)

- He follows Louisa around sometimes when shes running errands and tries to help- (and she lets him sometimes- passing him the smallest ((and sometimes, empty-)) bags when she hauls large carts of grain bags, passing him the reigns of the sweetest most gentle n loving donkey among the large group that has managed to escape the pen again, passing him stones the size of about a football when shes moving large boulders, etc). Despite what one would normally assume he doesn't miss the fact that she's sort of babying him, but he never says anything because he knows it's a big step for her to let anyone help at all- so he simply pays her back by making sure she drinks plenty of water and fussing over any scraps or bruises she gets from overworking herself

- Bruno becomes a sort of secondary Doctor due to the fact he's started to constantly carry around a pack full of water and some of Julieta's cooking whenever he heads to town with anyone in the family

- Augustin and Felix discover in the most amusing way possible that Bruno has the lowest alcohol tolerance known to man (it was during a celebration of some kind, they cheerfuly challenged him to a friendly drinking match- he made it maybe 5 sips in and was immediatly done for. Everyone at the party silently vowed to protect him with their lives when they witnessed him talking to someone about his incredible nieces & nephews n he immediatly started to cry over how amazing and adorable they all were and theyd all grown up so strong "You don't understand Julian, theyre the best, my god I'm so proud of them-")

- Him n Alma sit down to have tea together on Wednesdays and Sundays, quietly chatting about anything that comes to mind. Sometimes other members of the family join them, but on days where its just them they get to slowly heal their broken bond. Alma works on her patience n fear, Bruno works on his communication and anxiety

- Camilo plays pranks on anyone who insults Bruno behind his back- his pranks can sometimes dance the line between fun and cruelty though when it comes to the folks that dare insult Bruno to the mans own face (The first time he witnessed such an event, the crestfallen look on his tio's face made the weight of his own words hit him even harder, guilt over the comments he'd made about him during the song sung to Mira clouding his heart until he decides to go after the villager he'd seen insult the ex-wall hermit. He felt a lot better after and hasnt stopped since)

- The family have daily cuddle nights where they gather up a bunch of blankets n pillows n they just talk to eachother, helping eachother understand n communicate better.

One night when the younger kids are asleep, Bruno quietly opens up about how everyone's past behavior and his isolation has effected him- and once he starts, he cant stop, spilling every feeling of hurt thats ever hit his heart until all any of them can do is simply hold him and listen closely, giving him the aknowledgment and support he needs

- Sometimes when he's overwhelmed Bruno crawls back into his hole in the wall, though he usually warns someone before he does so there isn't panic over his disappearance. Over time he gradually works out of the habit, learning to talk to anyone in his family when he's struggling with things, though it takes years

- As Bruno starts to adjust to being around people again, his dry jokes become even dryer- Puns, dad jokes (tio jokes?), You name it-

He managed to get Pepa to snort over one of his oddly timed jokes once and nothing could take the smile off of his face for days afterwards

- Bruno sat Mariano down one day for a private conversation. The poor lad left the room paler than a sheet of paper, muttering about the color green and rats for a few days after, never explaining just what happened in that room ("Mi amor, your tio Bruno loves you, and if I ever piss him off just know I love you-")

Once he'd gotten over Bruno's terrifying hurt-her-theyll-never-find-you speech (Bruno eventually apologized, though when he shook Mariano's hand his grip was surprisingly strong) the two of them bonded surprisingly well over a joint love for writing poetry

[aboutthatbruno]

Bruno Madrigal x Reader (NSFW)

Bruno was able to finally come home... I mean, out of the walls and be in his own room, with his family type come home. The poor man had gotten so lonely and sad within the walls of the Casita watching as his family ate and laughed and partied through the cracks in the walls. Depressing, right? But he found a single joy out of all his sadness. You.

You were one of Isa's friends who hung around almost every single day. He watched you through the walls, running to see you when he heard your voice echo through the halls on a wonderful saturday afternoon in the summer time. That's when Bruno realized how truly attracted to you he was. Those short short you were wearing, your hair tied up messily, and a crop top showing off your flat stomach. An outfit he'd imagine ripping the clothes off and fucking the absolute shit out of your pretty brain.

He'd daydream about fucking you against the counter top, or going to the lake and fucking in the grass, either way, bruno was too afraid to approach you... that'd be Hernando's type of thing.

"Tio Bruno? Brunito? Tio Bruno!" Isa's voice echoed through the halls. "I've been calling you."

"Oh . Sorry Isa, I was thinking about something" he drabbled to look up and see you. The beautiful girl he'd been following around the house... The one he occasionally masturbated to, the one he wanted to fuck.

"Hola! 'm (y/n)" You approached him and stuck out you hand.

"Hi, (y/n)... I'm B-Bruno" he shook your hand. You guys looked at each other for a moment before he chickened. "Bye" He nearly ran away.

"Don't mind Bruno ... he's just getting used to being around people again." Isa giggled.

"Eh, no hard done. I'm sure he'll come around to me" you shrugged.

Later that night~

You couldn't sleep. Then again your insomnia never really allowed you to. You wandered downstairs around the casita finally leaving the casita to go down to the lake for a while. Little did you know... You were gonna find Bruno.

As you reached the lake, you saw a shadowed figure down by the lake. You head the soft moans and tight breathless whines... and your name? You recognized the voice. Bruno. You continued to watch, his head was thrown back in ecstasy and his hand moving awfully fast up and down his shaft.

"Beautiful night out" You walked casually down to the lake side. He hurried to hide his gross and sinful act from you.

"Yeah... I should be leaving now." Bruno stood up and hurried. You gently grabbed his wrist.

"What was all that moaning about hm?" you teased. "All those little whimpers you made?"

"I-I-I had no idea what youre talking about" He stammered.

"Oh yeah?" you challenged. "I think your friend has something else in mind" you say as he let out a groan. "I like that sound" you say pulling him towards you. Snatching away his last breathes with a kiss. His hands wandered around your body looking for a place to rest, finding their spot on your hips. You allowed your hands you wander down to his growing erection. Slowly moving your hands to get inside.

"W-wait, wait" He said. "L-let me please you first... por favor?" Bruno asked. You obliged politely and laid down in the grass. You were already slightly undressed as Bruno laid himself between your legs and kissed your lips. He was gonna take you in the way he wanted. You cum first.

He unzipped himself and allowed his strained cock to spring free after so much tension. His precum already in a waterfall down his tip. He found your pussy with his fingers and was already playing with your folds, earning moans from you. He lined himself up with your entrance.

"Bruno" You stopped him. He looked up at you worried and confused. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" You asked searching his now shining green eyes.

"More than anything in the world, mi amor" he said he fixed his face in the crook of your neck, his ear in the perfect spot to hear all your moans. "Ready?" you nodded against him and he pushed in.

"Ai bruno!" You moaned grinding your hips. Enjoying the pleasure. He began moving inside of you, his slow thrusts teased you as he angled himself. You rolled your hips in pure agony as you searched for more friction.

"Relax (Y/N), I'll pleausre you" he said conifently in your ear. He found your clit and rubbed in slow circular motions, matching his thrusting speed. Though, he gradully picked up speed, he grabbed your leg and expertly put it over his shoulder. His rubbing motions surpassed his thrusts, you didn't even think that was possible. You saw stars from behind your eyelids as you felt that build up in your core.

"bruno I-i-i'm so-" You were cut off by your own orgasm. Bruno, knowing he'd be quick not long after you pulled out and finished on your stomach. Wiping off your stomach, he left small kisses on your hips and stomach. He laid next to you in the grass as he stared up at the stars.

"Well, I think my pullout game is good" He laughed quietly. "(Y/N), are you feeling okay?" He asked turning to you, you laid over the grass with a stupid smile plastered on your face.

"That is the best sex I will ever have" You say. You and him giggled as you both stood up. he helped you redress, and he reorganized himself. "Time to go back" You state grabbing his hand.

"Maybe next time you come over, you can sleep in my bed!" He says happily. "With me though... not Hernando." he stops and looks serious for a moment.

"No, definately not Hernando" You agree in a playful manner, tugging him along. Finally, walking upon the casita you were met with a figure standing in front of the door.

"(Y/N)! Where have you been?!" Isa whispershouted at you. "And with Tio-" She stopped. "with Tio Bruno?!"

"Hi" He waved sheepishly.

"Isa..." you began.

"Finally! He's been waiting to tell you how he feels!" Delores pops out the door, cutting you off. "I hear him rehearsing every night. He is madly in love with you (Y/N)"

"Isa?" You look at her.

"Eh, I can't be mad... you two do look cute together" She smiled. "Pero vamos, I wanna go back to bed. Say goodnight to your novio and let's go" She waited inside for you.

"well, Brunito"

"Yes?"

"That brings us to the end of our night." You giggled holding his hand, he grabs your other one.

"It sure does, mi vida" He says. "Good night, sleep good. I'll see you later" He kisses you.

"Goodnight Bruno, sleep well" You kiss him back.

"Today (Y/N)!" Isa's voice echoed out to you. You and Bruno laughed.

"Goodnight" you both said at the same time. He watched as you ran inside and to Isa's room.

Please make requests <3

[sketch-guardian]

aight time for another ask!!! your OCs with a MC who works way too hard and barely gets any sleep at night? (also if you don't mind, platonic headcanons for Camy too because she's lovely and I want to hug her 😭) - Isa

Hello again!☺ It's always a pleasure to answer these questions😌they help me build the character of my OCs. However,I should seriously start putting reference images,so that people can recognize the characters🤔. Anyway I will do my best to reply!✨ (Also don't worry, I don't mind at all🙈in fact I'm flattered that you want me to write about my MC too💜).

RAD CLASSMATES AND CAMY (MY MC) WITH A OVERWORKED AND SLEEPLESS MC

DEMYA

First of all,Demya's a free spirit,who has long promised herself not to take orders from anyone, given her past, which means that she often doesn't respect dates of delivery for tasks. She's also not too familiar with the concept of school commitment,compared to other demons,she even learned to read and write later than normal. That said,we can imagine how Demya wouldn't understand why her mate works so hard, putting their health at risk,but Demya knows one thing for sure:work is stealing MC's attention and Demya doesn't like being ignored, so an intervention on her part is needed. Demya isn't above threatening to eat MC's RAD homework and no, she's not kidding, she's eaten worse, challenging her isn't worth it. Demya's determined and good with in distractions, in fact she has two options: either to eat something together with her mate and then drag them to bed, fluttering her eyelashes while acting cute and whiny to convince MC to stop working and lay with her (she thinks that a full stomach makes you sleepier easily) or tire MC in other ways if they're comfortable with that ... like caressing them or straight up making out until they nod off

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra isn't the best when it comes to work. He often doesn't do his homework ,due to him giving priority to other things, however he's quite lucky, because he has Mobim who takes care of notes when he's too busy. Don't get me wrong, he's smart and would be able to do his work on his own, it's just that he doesn't apply, so he quite admires a hardworking MC in that respect and can understand the issue of crossing the line, since occasionally he happens to do it with training, but he would be hypocritical enough to scold his partner for it (if MC points that out, they'll witness Domnra in all his tsundere glory). Domnra often has nightmares (about his fall and curse)and sometimes he happens to wake up alone in bed,with MC still awake. In those cases Domnra stands by MC until they have finished their work, perhaps giving them a hand to speed up and to distract himself, and if they fell asleep earlier, he would bring them back to bed in his arms. On other occasions, especially if in a calmer mood than usual, he would insist that they go to bed with him (which is rare, so it would be better to accept) and in the meantime he would decide to play some relaxing music and cuddle MC together with Mobim, who could try to reproduce sounds similar to the purring of cats to reassure MC. If all that doesn't work, then Domnra would suggest doing some exercise, to tire the body sooner

AZUL

Azul's a rather relaxed demon who does his work when he's in a good mood,otherwise when he's in a bad mood,he tends to withdraw into himself and let off steam until it passes. Azul thinks that MC should take their duties more lightly,it's nobody's death if they delays with delivering homework from time to time, life goes on and breaks are a must. He's also no expert on humans, but he's pretty sure that if little sleep isn't healthy for demons, then it's even worse for humans. So since he cares about his lovely star, he would try to convince them with sweet words, hugging them from behind and putting his head on their shoulder,maybe even gently rubbing their sore spots, he's good enough at temptation. If it doesn't work and MC desperately needs to sleep, then Azul would be forced to resort to magic (which would have been his first option since he always uses it, but obviously he wanted MC's consent)

ZURI

Zuri's a workaholic herself and always aims for perfection, so she spends a lot of time on her duties, having such high standards and doing everything herself, however she promised herself to keep fit and look after her looks, therefore she cannot afford to go to sleep late,except for some important events. She isn't a hypocrite and she knows that scolding MC for their behavior would be useless on her part,so she would just help them finish their work as soon as possible in an efficient way, so that they can get ready for the night. Zuri would prepare them a warm and flowers scented bath to reduce tension and then welcome them in her bed, with a hot drink on a bedside table ready to be consumed. After that she would gently put skin treatments on MC's face. And if her beloved still can't fall asleep, then Zuri would try to sing something while she holds them in her arms. She's good at singing and her voice is quite hypnotic

ODON

A resolution of Odon has always been to live peacefully and with a smile, although aware that such a lifestyle is not for everyone, after all they too had difficulties when they were younger to see Devildom,Celestial Realm and Earth in a new light, but in the end Odon got where they're now, so they aren't the type to minimize the stress of others. Odon has no difficulty with work,they're very intelligent and adapt to circumstances, challenges simply fascinate them and they always face difficulties with a smile. Odon knows humans are much more fragile than demons, so it saddens them to see MC trying so hard, like they're trying to prove something. In any case, Odon would stroke or pat their dear friend's head, saying that they're proud of their efforts, but that it would be better to take a break with some good biscuits and a cup of tea to reinvigorate their mind, their work won't run away and Odon can leave the eye-like creatures there to supervise if it makes them feel any better. To make MC relax, Odon would make them rest their head on their lap and read them a book, keeping one hand free so they could hold it. (P.S.: Odon has a tendency to call everyone friend. Lucifer? To Odon it's "friend Lucifer". Beelzebub? It would be "friend Beel". For MC, once they become a couple, it would be something like "dear friend MC")

CAMY (MY MC) (PLATONIC)

Honestly? Mood-

All jokes aside, Camy's a person who spends many hours working and usually during the week, she sleeps only about three hours (the seven brothers do not approve-), so she understands MC's drama, having the exact same problem, which have been made worse since she became a council member and Solomon's apprentice... she finds all these commitments very stressful. Camy would be afraid to make MC's situation worse, not having exactly good advice to offer, but as a friend, she would do her best to support them, even staying up with them through the night if necessary, she doesn't mind anyway. What Camy would suggest would be to listen to some relaxing music: she has occasionally fallen asleep with headphones on after all (it was embarrassing explaining that to Lucifer) or to vent to each other by telling about their problems, that should tire them enough

[isamiral-soulwolf]

Madrigalcest Week Day 2: Forbidden

I’m weak and started typing this out on my phone while I was at work. Because I have no self control.

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Contrary to popular belief, Mirabel knew there were things she shouldn’t do.

Not couldn’t do; this distinction had to be noted. In terms of what could be done, Mirabel firmly believed she could do just about anything she set her mind to. Where others might have seen an obstacle, she saw a challenge, and she had never backed down from a challenge in her life.

But when it came to things she shouldn’t do, Mirabel largely respected those. She shouldn’t try to help out Luisa or her cousins with their chores, since many of those chores were tied to their gifts and there were things Mirabel simply couldn’t do with her giftless status. She shouldn’t get in Isabela’s way when she was doing her thing around town, because doing it would lead to an argument. She shouldn’t talk back to Alma, ever, because doing that was scary and something only Julieta could get away with at the best of times.

Alongside those very specific shouldn’t do’s were the simple ones: she shouldn’t be cruel, she shouldn’t judge, and she shouldn’t sleep with either of her sisters. That last one was particularly important. And obvious.

Mirabel was finding it a little clouded at the moment.

“You want me to what?”

Isabela hissed, slapping a hand over her mouth and looking over her shoulder. “Not so loud, do you want Dolores to hear us?”

Mirabel glared at her and was half tempted to bite at Isabela’s palm just to get her to let go, but considering the current topic of conversation she felt it wouldn’t help anything. Something in her face must have convinced Isabela she wouldn’t be so loud, and after a moment she pulled her hand away.

“You heard me,” her sister muttered, looking away from her now as she clasped her hands in front of her.

“I heard you, I just… I didn’t think…” Mirabel hissed out a breath, pushing her glasses up for a moment to rub her eyes as she fought to stay quiet. “We’re sisters!” “And?” “Sisters don’t have sex with each other, Isa!”

“I’m not asking you as my sister,” Isabela said, in that maddeningly patient way she had when she was saying something that made total sense to her. “I’m asking you as someone I… trust.”

Mirabel might have laughed, if the whole situation didn’t feel totally insane. Isabela, trusting her? Put that under things that just couldn’t happen. Isabela had wanted nothing to do with her for years, and it was right on the tip of Mirabel’s tongue to remind her of that fact to take the air out of this insane plan, except…

Well. Isabela seemed to mean it.

Mirabel didn’t know what to make of that. So she said nothing, simply looked at Isabela for a long moment as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her gaze must have gotten under her sister’s skin, because after a few seconds of continued silence Isabela looked away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest in a gesture that looked surprisingly like hugging herself.

She knew what she should say. They couldn’t do this; they shouldn’t do this. They were sisters, and what Isabela was asking was as taboo as things could get between them. The timing of the entire thing couldn’t have been worse, on top of that.

Maybe that was the place to start.

“I don’t understand,” Mirabel said, and Isabela’s eyes met hers again. “Aren’t you and Mariano like… courting, now?” Isabela looked away again, but Mirabel could have sworn her face briefly twisted into a grimace at the reminder. “We are.”

“So if you really want to… I don’t know, have sex, why not just ask him?”

As the words left Mirabel’s mouth, the strangest thing happened; Isabela was still looking away from her, so she didn’t see the look on her face as she processed what her younger sister had said, but an explosion of flowers suddenly colored her hair, familiar pinks and reds Mirabel had seen every day of her life. But there, just tucked behind her ear, was a single lone flower of bright blue.

It was just a flower. Isabela made flowers all the time.

She’d never made a flower like this before, though.

Isabela blew out a quiet breath before she turned to Mirabel, and to her shock for once her gaze was almost resigned. “I’m not asking him,” she murmured, and it felt like a confession, somehow. “I’m asking you.”

Her statement hung between them, the weight of it, the implication. Mirabel swallowed, resisting the urge to fiddle with her glasses to calm her nerves.

She knew what she should do.

But Isabela was here, in front of her, baring… not quite her heart, exactly, but something that felt dangerously close to it. Certainly, Mirabel thought, this was the most vulnerable her sister had let her be around her in years.

There was still a single blue flower in Isabela’s hair. Mirabel stepped closer tentatively, gently raised one hand to cup it in her palm, giving a gentle tug to free it from the strands that held it in place. As she started to pull back Isabela exhaled shakily, and in the next moment she turned her head and caught the back of Mirabel’s hand with her own, pressing her lips to her wrist.

Mirabel felt something in her chest ache, and she made her decision.

“Just give me some time.” She sighed it as Isabela let go of her hand. “I’ll… get something set up. I’ve never done this before, so you might need to be patient.”

Isabela blinked, hope and relief battling for dominance in her eyes before she nodded, coughing into her fist and brushing the rest of the flowers out of her hair. “I, yeah, of course, I mean… no rush. I’ve never done it before, either.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The sudden surge of affection felt so familiar Mirabel could have choked on it. “Go, before someone starts asking questions in town. I’ll catch up.”

Isabela nodded again and took a step back, turning away so she could start the trek back to town. She paused, looked back over her shoulder at Mirabel, and her smile was small but as radiant as the sun. “Thank you, Mira.”

Mirabel nodded mutely, stuffing the blue flower somewhere in her bag. When she eventually made it back to Casita she carefully laid it out on her windowsill, somewhere with plenty of sun.

It didn’t wilt for a long, long time.