#p: isabela

[booasaur]

Harlem (2021) - 1x06 - requested by anonymous

#harlemedit #harlem on prime #quinn joseph #isabela benitez santiago #patricia joseph #grace byers #juani feliz #jasmine guy #isabela x quinn #femslash related stuff #requested by anon #sent on 20211208 #only took me 13 months and 5 days :P #I don't necessarily see what you took in anon since to me it was quinn reacting to her bad outfit #and what isabela was saying about it #but that look definitely be interpreted a certain way

[shivunin]

roughly 13 pages into this magician au but then it occurred to me that they could be in a travelling circus instead of Kirkwall

#i could give all the other companions an act!! #i already have a circus playlist #i feel like da2 is mostly a circus anyways #i have to change a *lot* to make this work but it also feels more fun #dixeram #i feel like merrill as a tightrope artist is symbolically correct #ummm carver strongman act (or security?) #sebastian does trick shooting annie oakley style but w a bow #varric is the manager/writes the acts #aveline is security #hmmm anders and isabela though #this strays p far from the original concept but. circus.

[persephoneggsy]

I know Marian and Isabela didn't get along, but was it so bad that she didn't come back? Was there no duel? If not, how did Sebastian feel seeing her face off again a qunari over twice her size? If there was no duel, how did Marian handle the fight?

There was a duel - Marian had earned the Arishok's respect (however unintentionally; she's blunt and direct and usually also had Fenris with her, so she was pretty much guaranteed to earn his respect. it wasn't mutual, she hated him and the Qunari), so he offered her the challenge. Not wanting any more bloodshed over what she saw largely as Isabela's fuck up, she agreed. Isabela never came back, though if she did, Marian still wouldn't have forgiven her.

As for the duel itself… I’ve actually been writing a lil something about that. Or, at least the aftermath of it.

:)

Years from now, Varric will tell this story differently.

He’ll say that the soon-to-be-named Champion of Kirkwall stood victorious, her form towering over the fallen Qunari. The Arishok met her gaze, his chin tilted defiantly as he pointed a finger towards her and uttered his last, cryptic words, before finally expiring.

His guards, true to his word, turned and departed without a fight, leaving the Champion to be venerated by the grateful nobles of Kirkwall. Knight-Commander Meredith, however reluctantly, would name Marian Hawke the Champion of Kirkwall, and thus began a new chapter in her illustrious legacy.

It’s a nice tale.

Sebastian remembers it like this:

The fight had been drawn-out and vicious; Marian had to rely on her speed and smaller stature to avoid the Arishok’s lethal attacks, slinging ice at a distance and slashing him with the bladed end of her staff when he got too close.

But Marian, while formidable, was never meant for single combat, and certainly not against a bruiser of a man like the Arishok. When one of his attacks finally connected, it did so brutally — his battle axe sank deep into her side, before sending her flying across the throne room, her body ending its arc abruptly as she slammed into a pillar.

Sebastian remembered that in particular with startling clarity; he wished he didn’t.

Marian was on the ground, soaked in blood and trembling. The Arishok advanced on her, raising his axe for the final blow, his face as stoic as it ever was, betraying no sense of enjoyment or displeasure either way.

And then… Marian flung her hand up, fingertips coated in frost, and the Arishok took a sudden step back. A jagged shard of ice stuck out of his chest, far larger than anything she’d conjured before. He looked down at the shard with shock, stumbling backwards another step, and then another. Finally, he collapsed onto his knees, hands scrambling to tear out the shard.

Marian rose to her feet in the meantime, using her staff to hold her weight. The Arishok looked at her, opened his mouth to speak…

She let out a vicious snarl and raised her staff above her head, cutting off whatever he might have said to her. She swung down, burying the bladed end deep in the Arishok’s skull. She twisted the staff and dug it deeper, glaring at the Qunari with unbridled hatred. Blood poured from his wounds, spilled down his face, from his mouth. From where he stood, Sebastian even saw the moment the light left his eyes.

The Arishok died on his knees, and not too long after, Marian collapsed on the floor.

Before he could register anything else, Sebastian was at her side, cradling her close as he tried to staunch the bleeding. Red liquid flowed from her wound, slipping through his fingers and onto the cold tiled floor. He vaguely recalled the cheers of the surrounding nobles turn into gasps and worried murmurs.

Suddenly Fenris appeared with a cloth, torn from Maker knew where, and joined it with Sebastian's hand against the wound. His face was twisted with grief. Merrill knelt next to him, muttering a spell and waving her hands over Marian’s still body. She wasn’t a proficient healer, not like Marian or Anders, but Marian was unconscious and Anders was gone.

“Please,” Sebastian choked out. He felt his vision blurring. “Please, Marian, hold on. I can’t lose you too, I love you, please…!”

Her pale blue eyes looked up at him, but he didn’t know if she could see him. Her lips twitched, but even speaking seemed beyond her. All she could do was let out a pained wheeze.

Distantly, he heard the doors burst open; the knight commander and first enchanter had arrived. He couldn’t hear what was said — likely the nobles explained what had happened, told them of Marian’s duel with the Arishok, because soon Orsino had joined them on the floor, adding his magic to Merrill’s.

In his arms, Marian shifted. He watched in morbid fascination as the deep gash in her side began to close, flesh and sinew rebuilding with slow but steady progress.

Her breathing evened out from short, shallow gasps, and she sagged into his embrace. She spared him a smile before her eyes slipped closed.

“Marian—!” he began, but a hand at his shoulder cut him off. He looked up, and saw that the hand belonged to Orsino. The elven enchanter gave him a reassuring smile — grim and exhausted, but reassuring nonetheless.

“She’ll be alright,” he said gently. “But she needs rest, and plenty of it.”

“We‘ll take her home,” spoke Fenris, standing up. He offered a hand down to Merrill, who blinked in surprise, but took it without comment, and let him pull her up to her feet. “Sebastian, are you able to carry her?”

“I — yes.” Gingerly, Sebastian gathered her in his arms and stood as well, careful not to jostle her too much. Marian was… surprisingly light. She was a small woman, so perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised, but, well. He’d never had the opportunity to hold her like this before.

“You will need an escort,” came the imposing voice of the Knight-Commander. Sebastian turned to see her sheathing her blade and approaching them. She looked thoughtful, yet still stern. “Thugs and looters still hound the streets.”

“We’ll be the escort,” Aveline said, the stubborn set of her jaw brooking no argument. Varric nodded beside her, looking unusually somber. Though Sebastian had never gotten along very well with either of them — indeed, neither had Marian — he was grateful for their presence now.

Meredith considered them, then nodded. “Very well. See that Serah Hawke gets home safely; it would not bode well, losing Kirkwall’s new champion.”

Sebastian heard murmurs around them, and finally remembered that the throne room was still full of people. Nobles whispered to one another, some craning their necks to get a look at Marian’s unconscious form. Others looked as exhausted as he felt; some were sobbing, the grief for the day’s events finally catching up to them.

He felt another hand on him, and he looked to see that it was Merrill, this time.

“Let’s go,” she said quietly. Her large eyes flickered from Marian’s face to his. “We all need some rest.”

He nodded. Following behind Fenris and Aveline, with Varric and Merrill trailing behind him, he carried Marian out of the keep, cradling her close, like he feared she would turn to smoke and disappear if his grip was not secure.

Sebastian felt movement, and paused, looking down at her. Marian murmured something indistinct and burrowed her head further against his chest. For the briefest of moments, the anxiety that sat like an anchor in his gut was alleviated. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and kept moving forwards.

#ask #breadedsinner #sebhawke #*claps* ya girl wrote something! #my fic #the tl;dr is that marian got pretty lucky but still got her ass kicked and seb realized he couldn't live without her #he spent the whole time with his fingers twitching for his bow but he told himself to trust that marian would survive this #he'd seen her survive so much after all #so regarding isabela #my latest playthrough i was literally like 5-10 rivalry points away from meeting the requirement to getting her to come back #but i had no more opportunities to raise her rivalry by that point #so i accepted it and kept playing #i like to think that because i was so close isabela almost came back #but decided against it at the last second #oh and anders got kicked out by marian after dissent so he wasn't there to heal her :P

[thedragonagelesbian]

Doing legacy, night terrors, and dissent all right in a fucking row really is the anders nightmare train huh

#ive made this exact same post before but its really hitting me working on the fic #not once not twice but THREE FUCKING TIMES has anders lost control over himself in such a short span of time #nearly killing someone and (in my canon) seriously wounding cyrus (the guy hes been in love with for three years) #in the process #like....... the post alrik convo is all the more intense and serious when taken in that light #and then immediately following that up with him & cyrus hooking up (in the same scene in my fic) #like (a) yall probably need to take some time to p r o c e s s and cyrus baby boy PLS go talk to ur other friends #fenris and isabela will apologize for betraying you in the fade you do not need to latch on to anders like this #but (b).................... for anders it IS a strangely meaningful & healing way to renegotiate #his understanding of how much control he has over himself and his body #first by topping cyrus & using that control exclusively in the service of taking care of someone else #and their pleasure #and then afterwards making the conscious decision not to pursue his own pleasure further #by staying with cyrus #bc he thinks its the safer and more selfless option #snyway working on this fic has dredged up a LOT of feelings #i dunno if im ever going to have the confidence to share it bc of. yknow. the hooking up part #but its there and its meaningful and its good for both of them #just........ the romantic feelings it comes with are a bit more questionable/destructive in their singular devotion #cyrus hawke #cyrusXanders #**by NOT staying with cyrus

[mbat]

AFTER A MONTH I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 6 lol

i promise the other chapters wont take as long, i was just procrastinating horribly bad and i dont have a good excuse

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #my post #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #hot take my fic should have more than 8 kudos on it i put over two months time and a lot of care into this fic <3 #not to mention the three months time on the universe in total when i include the true face story before this one lmao #like ill keep writing even if no one is reading but people should read :p

[hellomidnightbreeze]

Winterfest started out wild

#isabela montez #joaquin le chien #montezlegacy #montezgen1 #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #the shove snow interaction is p funny tho

[yourgirlsfriday]

#( ... sure in her soul the most t e r r i f y i n g thing in the forest was her | eirwen the unbound ) #( once c o r r u p t e d && now woken to heal | harajatisha | sylaise ) #( what e a r t h - s h a t t e r i n g matter requires my attention this time | khaalida hawke ) #( Making the world a b e t t e r place; one enemy at a time! | marion hawke ) #( there is no p e r f e c t i o n even in piety | giselle-sophia trevelyan ) #( i am a c o u s l a n d and we do what must be done | elissa cousland ) #( The past is past. If it can't bring you g o l d or giggles what's the point in dwelling on it | Isabela of Rivain ) #( I am many things; but I will not be the mother you were to me | Morrigan )

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Neteyam: to be lonely on one’s pedestal (character thoughts)

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You know what I want to talk about when it comes to Neteyam, but don’t see it mentioned at ALL?

His disconnect with his siblings.

They love him to death. Of course they do. He’s their bro, their blood, and he takes care of them.

But let’s try and recall ONE time that he tagged along on the Sully kids’ adventures….or right, he didn’t.

The only time he was actively hanging out with his siblings on screen, was in his early childhood and when the other oldest brother wasn’t around.

I refuse to believe that Neytiri and Jake were so bad at parenting that they never let their son hang out with his siblings in their free time, but from all that we’ve seen, all his interactions with his siblings, I think I can draw a logical conclusion that they felt disconnected from him. Think about it; all Sully kids were "outcasts" on one level or another. They all felt like outsiders and so mostly hung out with each other in their little looser club, and then there is Neteyam, the Isabela or the Sully family who is not only the firstborn fated to fulfil a specific role, but he’s also magically missing all the visible human traits of his father. He looks like a full-blooded Na’vi and could easily fool a stranger into thinking that, so it’s shown both on-screen and told off-screen that he’s treated differently. He has people’s respect, he has their admiration even (deserved ofc), while his siblings avoid social interaction with the rest of their clan, and then get bullied by a new one.

Throughout not only the movie, but the comics, I had a strong feeling like Neteyam’s sheer status and expectations had accidentally piled into a wall between him and his siblings. He loves them, they love him, but there is now a barrier in place, and as result, the two parties can’t feel 100% comfortable with being their authentic selves around each other. Neteyam feels like he is on-duty babysitting, while his siblings automatically feel inferior or misunderstood in his presence.

Avatar the way of water focuses a lot on themes of social isolation, and all the Sullies experience it in different ways. Neteyam is a unique case because although he’s definitely not isolated from the clan, he’s isolated from his family. Both his siblings and his parents, because he very obviously feels like he has to put on a performance for all of them.

So what happens is, when he tries to be the understanding big bro and be real with his siblings for a minute, it comes off as pretentious. Lo’ak instantly pushes Netyam away because from his point of view, it looks like his big, narcissistic brother who has his head up his ass, just can’t understand him and the shit he’s going through, and Lo’ak is right! He can’t!

Netyam can never relate to Lo’ak’s, or Kiri’s, and more so to Spider’s experience, because he got to live a completely different social life. As we saw, that barrier of misunderstanding and disconnection resulted in Neteyam being a brother, but never a friend, and not being the second has had a very damaging effect on his relationship with his family, because he was unable to bond with his siblings on a deeper emotional level. He was too perfect, so they felt like they were lesser (subconsciously) and shut him out.

Neteyam can’t understand Kiri.

Neteyam can’t understand Lo’ak.

And you see the the WANTS TO understand, of course she does, he loves his babies to no end, but his success has led to his attempts never coming off as truly genuine. I believe that’s the true tragedy of his character. The disconnect he never got to clear up. A wrong he never got to right. A performance he never got to drop.

It’s also why he had to be the one who died. Someone had to go in this movie to bring the emotional whiplash and further darken the story, but the siblings would need someone whom they’re connected to on an emotional level, someone who they know understands their feelings and can relate to them, and sadly for him, that person was the orphaned human they grew up with, never him.

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(I wish fanfiction more often explored the concept of Neteyam not putting up a performance around Spider, as he doesn’t feel worthy enough to pretend around. That could be such an interesting dynamic; one that could even be freeing for Neteyam.)

#atwow #atwow analysis #atwow neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam #neteyam atwow #atwow sully family #sully family #atwow lo’ak #Lo’ak sully #atwow kiri #kiri sully #atwow spider #spider socorro

[theromcommotel]

LOVE LANGUAGES P.2 !!

ENCANTO KIDS !!

part one

also reminder! this is in terms of how they like to give their love

part one was how they like to receive it if you wanna check that out!

characters included: mirabell madrigal, camilo madrigal, luisa madrigal, dolores madrigal, isabela madrigal

MIRABELL MADRIGAL: words of affirmation

mirabell constantly felt as if she wasn’t enough throughout the movie

so she knows what it feels like to be all self conscious, so she wants to be your constant reminder that you are <3

she’s also very cuddly and she likes to kiss your cheeks almost every five seconds, but it’s cause she loves ya so :)

she also loves doing things for u! breakfast in bed - which i can see her getting julietta to help cook, helping you with basic chores, taking care of you when you’re sick (unless julietta is around so she can just cook you betta xD)

she also LOOVES making u little homemade gifts (doodles, cards, jewelry, etc)

quality time: 9/10

physical touch: 7-8/10

gift giving: 10/10

words of affirmation: 10/10

acts of service: 9.5/10

CAMILO MADRIGAL: physical touch

camilo (like i said in p1) is a damn love machine, he will give all the love he can, but also (like i said in p1) he CANNOT keep his hands to himself lmfao

he’s constantly holding you, in some way, he just loves feeling your guys skin touch. it makes his heart melt <3 he also may or may not do it to make pepa cry about that her little boy is growing up

he loves telling you how much he loves you, especially in flirty cheesy pickup lines 😭

“mi placer, i think i need a map, cause i keep getting lost in your eyes?~”

“oh my gosh, camilo..”

also yes, i headcanon he calls you “his pleasure” !!

i think he’d like gift giving - but the only thing he can give you is juliettas cooking and isa’s flowers cause this boy can’t make shit without setting the casita on fire 😭🫶

he also loooovesss seeing u all the time (he kinda stalks u when ur away😭) so quality time is a must!!

quality time: 9.5/10

physical touch: 12/10 !! lol

gift giving: 6/10

words of affirmation: 8/10

acts of service: 8.5/10

LUISA MADRIGAL: gift giving

luisa is the damn QUEEN of gifts

she likes to make them most of the time, but she does buy you things a lot too

she’s also very cuddly, but she’s careful becuz she worries she’d crush you when y’all cuddle🥺 (let’s be real, she’s probably taller)

she’s not so much words of affirmation, becuz she doesn’t know what to say a lot of the time

and she does like doing things for u, in terms of acts of service, but she’s a very stressed girl n she needs to focus on herself a lot yk :)

she also love love loveeeees to spend time with u so quality time is a go lol

quality time: 9/10

physical touch: 9.5/10

gift giving: 10/10

words of affirmation: 7.5/10

acts of service: 9/10

DOLORES MADRIGAL: quality time

dolores would hang out with you till the end of time if it were her choice

she loves spending time with you, and it doesn’t matter what ur doing

she also love’s physical touch (as mentioned in the last part) any touch can make her heart go 👆👈👉👇🫵👈👉👇👆🫵 XD so she loves to touch you so she can make you feel the same way :)

she loves words of affirmation too! pet names just make her internally explode lol

and as previously mentioned she loves gifts🫶🫶both making them and getting them

quality time: 10/10

physical touch: 9.5/10

gift giving: 9.5/10

words of affirmation: 9/10

acts of service: 8.5/10

ISABELA MADRIGAL: acts of service

isabela loves doing things for you and loves it when you do things for her

she loves cuddles too, and forehead kisses, whether she’s giving or receiving

she loves little handmade gifts - but she constantly needs ideas because she doesn’t wanna only give you flowers, and she grew up really only knowing her flowers, but she wants to give you so much more <3

quality time: 8/10

physical touch: 8.5/10

gift giving: 9/10

words of affirmation: 9/10

acts of service: 10/10

this took a lot longer than i wanted it to, and i am so sorry about that!!

i have been stressed out, finals coming up for me and all

but my schools just about out for the year, so i’ll be more active!

thanks!

-hermy <3

#encanto #x reader #requests open #canon x reader #fanfiction #fanfics #encanto headcanons #encanto x reader #mirabel x reader #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #camilo x you #luisa x reader #dolores x reader #isabela x reader #disney #disney x reader #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa magridal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #fandom #character x reader #character x y/n #character x you #x you fluff #sfw #pepa madrigal #lusia madrigal

[floredaqueen]

"Slowly This Time.."

Isabela Wheeler x Billy Hargrove

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After a few weeks of dating, Isabela and Billy go on their first date. Billy gets the idea to go dancing at the skating rink when he finds out Isabela wasn't lying about being a competitive ballroom dancer. As they're having fun, things get hot and heavy and even more so when they head back to his place..♡

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Warnings:

18+, MINORS DNI, HEAVY sexual tension, Mentions of sex, first time haze, description of rough sex, cursing, Billy being a dick, water works(squirting), light aftercare mention, Billy being a whole BRAT, mutual pining, p n v/no protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT HOES) ILLUSTRATED DEPICTION of SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!!!

⚠️Read W/Caution ⚠️

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It was already 7:30, Isabela showing up to Hawkin's high parking lot by foot. Since there was a sidewalk that led to the front of the school, the Guatemalan girl would take the initiative to walk sometimes. It helped to clear her head in the mornings and even gave her fresh eyes. Her hips swayed quickly as she walked through the open road surrounded by some of the student body. Her eyes never left the front of her, never wasting time to glance over at people or overhear their conversations.

Today was a day of academic focus, and that trend would continue as Isa made her way to her locker. Then, and only then, did that plan throw itself out the window, Billy Hargrove showing up right next to her, only to slide big calloused hands firmly around her clothed waist. With the feel of his hands, his new girlfriend became startled, still not used to the feeling of being touched so intimately.

"Oh my gosh! Would it kill you to announce yourself every once in a while??" The studious girl whined, only to be met with that infamous cheeky grin her mischievous boyfriend possessed. Other people might not have thought much of it, but to Isa, the gesture of him even thinking to do that was something that always made her puddy in his hands.

"Where's the fun that? I like bringing excitement to your boring little life," Okay, rude. It was all playful, though, Billy smirking even more and pressing a kiss to the side of her face temple and neck while his sweet girlfriend rolled her eyes. Boring? Her life was anything but! The things she had to endure when they first met. Nova's constant She felt "tame" was a better word to use for it, especially now.

Other than that, it was like dating the historically correct Zeus. She was finding him caressing her, pressing sweet kisses everywhere he could, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Doing whatever he can without forcing those strong hands of his down her bottoms. It was like it pained him, but could he really be blamed?

They way he gravitated towards her when she curled her long hair, the way her hips moved in a hypnotic, fluid motion while being clothed in the cutest skirts.. what were the called.. tiered? Gathered? Godet? Pleated? Whatever, her ass looked perfect in everything she put on. The way her arms hugged her notebooks, textbooks, bag, whatever she had with her worh such care. Her cherishable grin and her big, sweet brown eyes. It was enough to make the troublesome guy make her trembling puddy in his hands.

"Well, I'll let you spice up my more Friday night! We could.. go out." Isa bashfully suggested, looking away from Billy's intense blue hues. The way he looked suggestively at her.. It was like he knew what she wanted to say but enjoyed the thrill of watching her struggle to finish her all-too-simple sentence. Once Billy had enough of her adorable stuttering, his hands squeezed even more at her waist, his breath hitching once her boyfriend heard the soft whimper that escaped her kissable lips.

"If you wanna go out on a date, you could just ask, babe," He'd tease, Isa immediately groaning after. She felt like she shouldn't have to ask. She was his girlfriend, after all. He could see the look of annoyance all over her slightly freckled face. It even caused him to let out a chuckle. Isabela continued her groaning, rolling her eyes as she turned back around only to shut her locker door.

Slipping through Billy's enticing grasp, she began to head to her next class. Quickly, her boyfriend stopped her in her tracks.

"Come on, sweet girl, 'M just kidding," He'd start, Isa slightly relieved when he did stop her and eased up on the taunting. While it was charming most of the time, it did get on her nerves as well, not wanting to be satirized every time she got bashful.

"Where do you wanna go?" Hargrove would ask, Isa only taking half of a second to really thinking about it.

"We could go dancing! The nee skating they just built does dancing nights!" The way she lit up as she talked about how she wanted to spend the Friday night with him made Billy's heart swell. Even when he taunted her all to hell, she still wanted to spend time with him every chance she got. It made him want to do more for her.. like take her out dancing at the new skating joint.

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Before they both knew it, Friday came along. It was 4 p.m., Isa taking out all of the curlers she had in her hair. Billy loved when she had her hair curled. In his words, he had said it made her look elegant.. "Like a flower," Quickly, she brushed through her dark chocolate locks, grabbing her dry shampoo and dispersing it all over to make it shimmer.

She had already picked out her wardrobe for the evening. It was a short, red long sleeved slip dress and her favorite dancing heels. Most of the blisters on her feet from last month's ballroom dance camp had mostly healed, so she'd decided to give them a try again. She didn't even notice until she took off her shoes. She was so used to the feeling of pain sometimes, just bottling it up until she had to face it.

She was just finishing up, fastening the buckle of her ankle strap and putting on the flower hoop earrings he had got her when she dragged him with her to the store. He wasn't one for buying things, but the way his sweet girl looked at them when she passed by.. well why the hell not?

Isabela could hear the revv of a certain bad boy's blue Camaro from her bedroom. She peered through her window, quickly grabbing her, checking on her pastel makeup, and grabbing her purse before rushing downstairs. It might've been too obvious how excited she was. She couldn't wait to share this, something she enjoyed more than most things, something that gave her a purpose and a way to disconnect. No alcohol, no drugs, no nicotine.. just pure adrenaline. The Latina had hope Billy would experience that too, at least for a little while.

The studious dancer was out the front door by the time the blonde lover boy was out of the driver's seat. She got an eye full of what she hoped she could pull off of him tonight. He sported that satin red button-up with a white tee under it and the necklace his mother gave him. He also sported a new part of denim jeans that he had bought a week ago. The closer she had got, the closer she could smell the scent of rosewood and eucalyptus wafting to her.

Suddenly, Isa felt the brush of his hand against her rayon clad hips. Her cheeks really started to heat up when she felt the brush of Billy's soft lips against her own. Already, she was hot.. already, he was testing her. The Latina exhaled into the sweet kiss, her hands gently holding onto the fabric of his short sleeves. He broke away shortly, his hands hovering over the height of her ass. He could feel her quivering by time he pulled her closer.

Billy couldn't wrap his head around why Isabela was so shy around him. He's seen her naked and dripping wet for him for God's sake.. or maybe that wasn't it. Maybe she was trying to keep up appearances with him..? But why would she do that? She had no reason to..

Over the past 2 months, Billy had shared his shame with her on more than one occasion. Yet, her love and affection for him was unconditional.. It frustrated him that Isabela still had some of her walls up. So tonight, he was going to relieve some of that tension in her shoulders... emotionally and physically, and make her feel as good as she looked... and God, did she look good.

"A sight for sore eyes is what you are, darlin." Billy flashed that sweet grin that made Isabela's own smile quiver. With a kiss on his temple, Isa strolled over to the passenger seat, her boyfriend following soon after. He leaned over and surprised her by opening the door for her. It made that grin of her quiver again...

"Thanks, Cariño.." Isa added, maintaining her giddy smile as she carefully climbed into the passenger seat. She quickly fastened her seatbelt and adjusted her frame to the curve of the seat, as well as the hand Billy had placed on the plush of her smooth thigh. The reserved girl could tell that tonight was going to be an important one for their blossoming relationship.

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It wasn't long before Billy arrived at the new rink. Before that, the new couple had been jamming to whatever he had on the tape that had been left in his car the longest. It wasn't quiet either, Isa talked his ear off while he enjoyed listening to her stories about Nance and her recent change. She seemed stronger, more independent, and it inspired Isabela to be more as well. lf it was called "Neon Lights," a name that seemed rather redundant the more she thought about it. Every rink she'd ever been to had neon lights surrounding the dance floor. It made her wonder... why that name? Billy seemed to be thinking the same thing, as he briefly commented on the name.

"What the hell is that name? Couldn't they have come up with something better?" He scoffed, running a hand through his greasy hair as he scanned the parking lot for the nearest spot. Since it had just opened, everyone was at the rink, which meant it would be packed. Needless to say, Billy had found a spot soon enough, and by finding a spot, he meant finessing a parking space close to the second handicapped space. It had Isa giggling a bit. His nonchalance about where he parked and if it got him in trouble or not, even then Billy didn't care. He just wanted to get his girl inside as quickly as he could to start their fun.

While his girl practically skipped inside and onto the dance floor, Billy quickly grabbed a beer that the other partygoers were handing out like party favors. His eyes followed Isabela's pretty little body, soon settling on her sweet face as she carelessly danced into the crowd. It's refreshing to see her so in her element.

Once again, there was that sensational feeling that shot up Isabela's spine when she felt Billy's rest at her waist. With his firm grip, Billy pulled her closer, the fresh scent of beer on his lips as he brought kisses to her neck, jawline, and cheek. In that time, their sway was in unison, the beat of the music muffled as she focused on his timed breaths. Isa's right hand stroked his face, gentle and thoughtful.

In time, Billy grew restless, his hands indigently placing a firm grip lower and lower until he was teasing her clothed thigh and hips. Isa returned the favor with a wiggle of her hips so that her sweet, clothed bottom would brush up against the tip of his groin. For once, she was teasing him back, and it was not going to stop there. The fiery couple went at it until they were grinding against each other in the process.

When she heard a growl escape from Billy's lips, Isa's ears practically burned. The expression on his face was dreamy, and yet it was dripping with hunger along with the sweat on his brow. It didn't help that she couldn't get a word out either. His soft and needy kisses are pressed to her lips in such a soft manner that it makes her at a loss for those words. It was like that for a while, Isa was too busy with her handsy horndog of a boyfriend to check the time.

Isa snatched a swift look within the time window, noticing that it was 9:30. She had to be home by 10. She turned, his grasp on her getting a little tight. She could tell he was getting more and more restless, her cheeks tinting with the rough lock of their lips. A whimper escaped her lips as she pulled away.

Billy whined, of course. Looking back at his baby with much desire, Isa would've thought he was malnourished. Billy thought he was. He yearned for a taste of the young woman standing right in front of him. He craved her moans and gasps and squeals whenever he dug himself -his tongue, his hands, his cock- deep enough to send her into that needy mindset Billy knew he could always get his Isa in.

"C'mon sweetness. There's no shame in letting go right here," He'd huskily tell her, obviously lying his through his teeth just to get what he wanted. In all honesty, he didn't care whether anyone or no one was around them. He wanted to make her scream and buckle beneath him. He wanted so bad to hear her beg and tell him that she couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to see her come undone over and over until they were both sweaty and soaked.

"If you take me home now, I promise I'll give you that and more, okay?" Isa bargained, hoping he'd agree and give in. He did, not responding verbally but physically. He gave her a peck on her sweet cheeks and a surprising pat on her plush backside before standing on his own again.

Billy was quick to rush them both to the car, practically chasing Isabela through the parking lot like a masked killer. Once they got to his blue Camaro, the impatient minx would trap poor Isa against the passenger side door. Billy smirked down at her eager yet reticent expression, thinking he'd try his luck once again. Pressing a final chaste peck to those delectable lips, he withdrew just far enough to peer down at his captivating sirens through smoldering lashes that were very clearly heavy with want.

"Please..." he rumbled low enough for it to shiver her spine, sliding his broad palms down over the flaring curve of her hips to clamp around the swell of her ass in a tender yet possessive grasp. Isa whined almost immediately, attempting to set boil that her wolf was on to a low simmer.

"Amor, you promised–" He was to interrupt her, twisting a tangled lock of dark silk around his calloused finger, Billy drew her flush against his already straining fly, arousal surging shamelessly at the feel of her lithe frame molding into his.

"I did't promise a damn thing.." He immediately hissed, capturing her sweet mouth in a shamelessly filthy kiss to halt her protests, his tongue delved to coax a taste of that intoxicating nectar he crave just to feel her whimpers and swallow her moans. He even went as far as to lift up on of her deliciously lean thighs, lowering that same hand to cup the hot swell of her cunt through lace-thin panties.

"C'mon baby, a few minutes won't kill. I'll make it feel real good for you."

His straining cock twitched eagerly at her mercy beneath dress slacks as cerulean orbs smoldered with his desires barely held in check. Billy yearned for one thing.. and that was to see this spanish beauty completely fall apart under his wickedly skillful dexterities.

"That I promise.."

Even if he was trying super hard, with baited breath, Isabela declined, one of her small hands creeping around his neck only to pull them all the closer. The tease of a girl leaned in for another heated embrace only to stop and whisper her plea against his pretty kiss-bitten lips.

"Open the door, Will.."

Shit, she was serious. Billy backed off for real this time, for now, growling and grumbling in low frustration as he begrudgingly watched the vixen that was his girlfriend cutely maneuver herself over so he could open the door. He slowly opened it, his currently dark, almost sinister gaze doing its best to make her fold under it as she held it. She didn't hold it for long, her bright doe orbs flickering off to the side until she saw the door wide open.

"Thank you, lindo!" Isa responded brightly, getting a snort out of him as his eyes traveled with her until she was seated and buckled in. Then, and only then did he shut the door, slightly jogging his way to the driver's side and hopping in as quickly as possible.

The drive itself was calm, the tunes on low while a large calloused hand snaked its way in between a caramel smooth thigh. He'd take the initiative to give a deep squeeze, the poor girl wincing silently from it. He just barely caught her reaction, his lips slowly curling into an arrogant smirk. Isa, however, caught his stupid smirk, a soft pout coming to her own lips while she leaned toward the window comfortably. The silence between then was practiced, but pleasant, things only taking a turn when Billy continued his route when the Wheeler house was right there. Isa quickly caught sight of this change, looking to Billy for an answer.

"Thought you might like some alone time.. just you and me," He explained to her in a swift thought. Her bad boy continued the smooth drive, heading to his home instead. He figured,'Why not?' considering Max was sleeping over at Jane's and his "parents" were away on a trip. They had the place all to themselves.

It didn't take him long to arrive, especially with his intense motivation, Billy swifting neatly into his driveway. A millisecond went by before Billy hopped out, once again casually speeding around to the other side, only to surprise Isa by picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. A mix of a loud gasp and squeal escape her, her limbs wailing a bit out of control as she was carried inside.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized this was the first time she's been inside the Hargrove household. The atmosphere was warm, at least when no one else was there. The mellow light from the various lamps around the living room he turned on as helped too. Everything was near, and she even spotted a mini workout station she assumed only Billy used. She didn't know.. maybe his dad could carry 100 pounds of weight altogether.

By the time Isa was done thinking, Billy had entered his room, the agile latina become even more nosey while her eyes scanned everything about his room. A bag or two on the floor. The messy nightstand with paper scattered onto it. His slightly made bed. The crude posters on the wall. The boom box is in the corner. His closet was closed, so she couldn't snoop through his clothes.

Billy's eyes flashed dangerously as he closed his bedroom door, a ravenous grin spreading across his handsome features as he thought about all the things he was gonna do to the girl on his shoulder.

Before she could say much, Isa was placed onto his bed, Billy determined to get his girl into the same mood as he was in. He was quick with the kisses, hearing Isabela's audible amusement through soft whimpers and giggles that were only fueling his anticipation. Isa enjoyed the feel, obviously, realizing how deep the kisses were getting as he traveled down from her lips, all the way to her neck.

Her hands only moved from Billy's comforter to his hair when his lips became stationary at the pulsing point of her neck. The teasing kisses and nibbles to it were just the appetizer, Isa soon felt Billy try his best to form a hickey, the sucking on her pulsating flesh, sending a soft gasp through and out of her.

Soon enough, Isabela pulled away her flushed face and delirious expression all the more heightened as she struggled to pull off her heels. They were killing her now that she was sitting on the comfort of his mattress.

Luckily for the Guatemalan, Billy could practically see the wheels spinning in her head, still somewhat shy and uncertain despite her boldness earlier. It made him want to devour her all the more.

Kneeling before her, he gently grasped one slim ankle in his hands. Maintaining intense eye contact, he slowly dragged the shoe from her foot and tossed it aside. Then, he attended to the other with equal care, calloused fingers massaging her arches briefly in the process.

"Better," the sweet latina moaned in appreciation, her handsome boyfriend grinning up at her in turn.

"Yeah..?" he murmured, letting his hands trail teasingly up her calves as he rose back to sitting. A low chuckle escaped his pretty, kiss swollen lips as he watched her nod and giggle hazily.

"Yeah," Billy found himself being pulled by his face. Isa apparently decided she wanted to be kissed until she couldn't think straight, her generous boyfriend all but denying her that pleasure. Billy landed a searing, branding kiss to her lips, a sweet whine from Isabela sending a sharp flutter up his slightly worked spine.

Even after that mind hazing kiss, Billy continued adding onto the palpable sexual tension, trailing his sweetness that the adopted Wheeler called his lips down her writhing torso. All the while, big hands were working the smooth fabric or her short dress up her pretty little waist.

A soft gasp followed by a satisfying moan escaped Isabela's mouth when she felt the softness of his lips against her aching clit. A deep, vibrated chuckle fled Billy's lips as he kissed and prodded at the swollen nub, playing with it until the sounds of her needy whines were more and more prominent.

Isa was already attempting to fight Billy on this, the overwhelming pleasure in his actions never seizing to exist. She would continue her weak pleas, the hesitation in her words quickly turning into something more needy. Billy caught on to the difference, taking the initiative to press a few fingers into her aching core.

Of course, it shocked Isabela, still not used to the feeling of his fingers.. which got her thinking about where this was going to lead. Quickly though, her thoughts deteriorate into nothing from the harsh motion of the tips of Billy's digits sloppily hitting a sensitive spot that originated deep in her velvet walls.

"Oohhh-" Isa could feel her hips buck, her legs fighting against them as they shook from the threat of oveestimulation. Meanwhile, her vicious boyfriend continued to encourage her orgasm. A bunch of "You gonna come for me?"s and "You're squeezing my fingers,"s, but the big one that had her really clamping down on him was when he growled against her ear,

"Squirt for me, baby.. come on, you can do it,"

A lot happened at once, then, the heat at the lower edge of Isabela's stomach bursts, the timid girl letting out a weak squeal. Her hips lifted swiftly, a mischievous laugh escaping Hargrove as his oceans hues locked on the delicious sight of his girl coming undone from just his touch. Not only that, but the forced feeling of turning into a geyser hit Isa like a tanker truck as well. Her nose scrunched up as she felt and heard the wetness of her squirt appear and cover Billy's hand, his sheets, and any other surface it could reach.

"That's it.. There's a good girl.."

Her mind was hazy, in a continuing falling state, and his for the taking. Next thing Isa knew, Billy was all over her, his lips clinging onto every inch of her skin whilst he undressed himself. First was his satin, crimson colored shirt, his mitts in swift motion while exposing his toned chest and stomach.

He was generous, allowing the latina under him to cop a feel of what would inevitably be dominating her. Tonight was the night. The night the ashe blonde would be graced with what he was aching for over the past two and a half months. Isa came to the conclusion that she'd never be ready, which is why she gradually built herself up for it.

Fingering, manhandling, biting, oveestimulation.. but couldn't she handle him fully. This was Isabela's night to show Billy she could. With her soft palms caressing his overtly muscular stomach, her sniveling boyfriend firmly grasped one of her wrists, his oceans blues boring holes in her big Hershey's kisses. Billy was quick, swiftly guiding her hand in his boxers. She remembered being surprised he even wore boxers, knowing what the complete monster that hid in the looked like.. and boy was he terrifying.

A quick pull at his briefs and his package was being presented in full, glorious view. All eight and a half inches deliciously aroused to the brim. The pre was practically drooling from him. It was everything she hoped for. Sloppy and needy, and oh so ready for the struggle. Oh, Billy could feel himself throb at the thought.

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He was quick with his demands.

"Keep your legs spread," as he pushed her plsyh thighs apart to bring himself in between her.

"Move your hands.." as he firmly grasps her wrists in one hand and brings them over her head.

"Ge it wet for me, baby," as he grabs the base of himself, sloppily tapping against her soaked folds until her clit was swollen enough to alert her to start gushing.

"Atta girrl~" He praised wantonly, watching as her flood gated opened once again for him. Surely enough, it didn't take Billt much time to lather himself in, pumping his sopping wet cock with his hand to put on a show for his girl. Conversely, Isa was eating it up, listening to the sounds he'd make as he teased her so effortlessly.

"Billy.." Isa whined, her eyes weary of his because of her awareness. She was aware of how she looked, and she looked needy.. which didn't help because she was. Billy's sore eyes snapped to hers, running up hee body before he leaned down to speak.

"What is it, mama..? You ready for me?" He quested rhetorically, a smirk easily showing on his pretty lips. When Isa nodded, Billy gently shook his head, his eyes -once again- telling her everything she needed to know.

"What do you want, baby? You want this dick inside you..?" He pressed, his hips slowly grinding against her heated entrance to keep the pleasure constant. Her mewling got louder, Billy once against surprising his sweet girlfriend by wrapping his other hands around her throat. A light squeeze, that was all, but it was enough to get her talk for him.

"Tell me-"

"Y-yes! I want you inside me- I want it!" She admitted, her voice still soft enough for him to only catch her words. He nodded himself, letting her go and one again grabbing the base of his cock once more. Lining himself up, Billy serged his tip inside her entrance. He was slow, knowing how nervous she still must've been considering how tight she was.

Isa winced, her hands tightly gripping the sheets above her head. It was already a lot, if she was honest with herself. Her body was trembling, even if Billy was doing his best to make her comfortable. So far, Billy was proud of his girl, the brunette taking it the way he was giving it to her. They were both surprised he managed to fit, but there were still many inches to go. Isa continued to hold her breath, soft affirmations leaping off of Billy's tongue while his fingers slithered their way to her clit. A swift most continued against it while he pushed further and further. He wasn't even half away in and he was already stretching her to her limit.

"F-fuck- hold on, amor~" the sweet latina huffed, her eyes fluttering all over the place while she got used to his width. She anticipated him plowing her breath away, but they haven't even gotten that far yet. Billy waited, patience really seeming like a virtue in this moment the way he held back for her. Although it wasn't long until she gave Billy the go-ahead, hearing Isabela's pleas to continue while being all too eager to oblige.

He was quick for her, her hold on his navy blue sheets mighty enough to pull them off of his mattress. When he bottomed her out, a moan escaped both of them, Billy acknowledging tur snug fit her velvet walls put him in. It hot.. fuck, it was more than hot. It felt sinister to be this deep in someone. Not that he hasn't done it before. God knows how many men and women who's world he's rocked. In the same rushed thought, Billy had realized this I'd thr longest he's gone without thoroughly fucking someone's brains out. Two and a half months of salivating, tortous foreplay with this hot and sweet piece of latina that was under him squirming.. helplessly.

Speaking of, Billy watched the tears stream down her cheeks even as she wrapped her pretty legs around his waist. It was time.

"You ready..?" Billy suggested, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible. To him, it was no fun wrecking her unless she was absolutely on board. It was Billy's charming smile and reddened face that had her nodding, seeing the effect she had on him.

♡ "Mhmm" ♡

He got going in an unhurried manner, subconsciously cautious and barely even moving his hips in rhythm with hers. It was sweet like this, his calloused hands moving up to grasp her airy little wrists only to just hold them in play. It was long after that still he could his lips over hers, kissing her in such a passionate way that it had her moaning in pleasure. He kept at it, only stopping when he felt her slick juices cover his manhood. It was hot and heavy, and DEFINITELY plenty to get him to change his pace. As he quickened his hips, her moans and whimpers got louder.

It was a lot, to say the least. Isabela found herself with her back arched and the butterflies in her stomach swarming. Exce0t this time, it was a slower built than when he was fingering the shit out of her. It was a fight between pleasure and pain.. so much pleasure to where it became painful.

"Billly!" She yelped, the grip her legs had on his waist loosening as he thrusts turned into straight pistons.

"You're so goddamn tight for me baby- milking my fucking dick for all it's worth.." he praised gruffly, wasting no time in setting a brisk pace.

Snapping his cock in and out powerfully, the rhythmic slap of flesh echoed off the walls as he took her hard and thorough. All the while, his siren blue orbs gazed appreciatively over her breasts. It didn't matter how small they were. They were gorgeous during their rhythmic bounce in contrast to his own cadenced and gradually harsh thrusts. He quick to make it rough, freeing one of her hands just to snake his own behind her head to firmly grip a chunk of her cocoa colored locks of hers.

"Tell me who owns this pretty pussy," he gritted out, sweat-slick from steam and exertion. Claiming her lips in a ravaging kiss, he swallowed her cries of pleasure. His fingers dug into soft skin, he plunged deeper still, eyes rolling back at the exquisite velvet glove pressure building him swiftly closer once again.

"Eres dueño de mi cuerpo, amor. ¡Por favor llévame! Quiero ser tuyo~" She spoke deeply against her lips. Only for him to stop, remaining balls deep and grinding every bit of himself inside of her aching slit.

"What do I do to you, huh?" He'd question breathlessly, her the hand tangled through her hair sliding downward to pull her againsr him further.

"Use your words, ma.."

It took her a moment to answer, her thoughts racing around her own mind as she attempted to piece together a sentence while the bully that was her boyfriend remained stubborn.

"Me vuelves loca, amor. He querido esto durante mucho tiempo... tenerte dentro de mí... tomarme como tuyo"

He didn't understand a word she said, but he knew enough to know what she was really saying.

'I love you and I want to be yours. I want you to make me yours. Please will you make me yours?'

The way she sounded was needy and breathless, and Billy aimed for his sweet girl to be satisfied and breathless and nothing else.

"Shit baby, you trying to kill me?" Billy growled out in awe and fresh arousal, almsot feeling as if he was about to blow beneath her eager ministrations. Clearly, his little vixen had an even bigger appetite than he suspected. Not that he was complaining, far from it. Gripping her stationary hips firmly, he planted his feet and started thrusting to feel each delicious stroke with sharp, focused drives. Isa went back to whimpering helpless, feeling herself ger pushed further and further to the end of her short fuse.

"Fuck yeah, just like that. Take me till you break, sweetness," he snarled up at her, eyes closed in bliss as her tight sheath clutched at him in a pornographic rhythm.

His hands roamed greedily over her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples into tight beads as encouragement to get her to scream for it. The lewd squelching sounds of their coupling filled the air, mingling with her sinful cries.

"God you feel so fucking good, takin' this dick so well, Isa," he grunted proudly.

Snapping his hips straight into hers to grind directly into her sweet spot, he smirked in masculine triumph at the shriek it drew from deep in her throat.

"You wanna cum again already? Fucking slur aren't you?? You want to cum all over me so fucking bad."

He contined with his mocking, watching the rest of her blood rush to her already cherry red face. He had a feeling shed respond happily to his teasing, testing it out a few times back when she'd only let him kiss her. It was so cute how her nose scrunched up in embarrassment, just like it did in the moment.

That pretty little back of hers arched, giving her sly sweetheart to ram himself further inside. He watched the effect, while he mindless shot every bit of his smoldering hot seed into her core. Her curls were messy, in her face and covering her pretty mouth, which was trying its best not to let out another blood heating squeal.

All the pleasure practically shot up her body the way her thighs shook before clamping down on instinct, a fresh gush of fluids drenching them both gloriously. So. Fucking. Goregous. It's been a while since he made someone cum like that.. God, and he couldn't wait to practically see her soul leave her body again.

He was quick to comfort her, watching more tears build up in globs before pouring down her flushed face. He still wasn't good at the 'word comforting thing,' or whatever the hell she called it, but he was pretty good at holding her. A few kisses to her temples, one sweet peck on the lips and another one on her neck for good measure. Then he scooped her up, not pulling out until he knew she was okay.

Isa noticed all of these things, his actions quite reassuring in the sense that he actually listened to her when she spoke about this stuff. It was just him staring at her. His eyes lowered as if he was only thinking about taking her right then there. That's all she thought it was, but really, he was just.. thinking.

Thinking about how he could excute that.. in his own way. She was always open with him, expressing her fears to him.. about him. For a while, he didn't know how to take it. It slightly missed him off about every little thing she tried to change.

His bad habits, mostly. His high sex drive, his anger issues, the drinking, and smoking. All of it. Isa admitted to herself that she was pushy, but she was never demanding. She always let him take his time.

It was always his decision to make.. just with her big brown eyes and sweet persuasion, staring him down every time he thought about it.

So even after the fights that would have her in tears by the end of it, he'd still come back to her and tell her, "I can't promise this shit will be easy for me.. but I want to.. try,"

And her saying back, "I don't expect to he easy, Bills.."

It was her accepting him with open arms, and so this is what it would turn into. He was still a very heavy work on progress, but he was proud to say he barely takes a sip of beer anymore, he attempts to keep his cool, and he only smokes the occasional cigarette every 3 weeks. Yeah it's a very slow go, but it's working.. because she believed him. Now he takes everything she says to heart.

And she saw that.

"..You're so lucky I take the pill,"

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Within two or three hours Isa and Billy managed to get out of bed and get themselves clean, his lovely little latina making her way over to his closet to snoop of a comfortable shirt.

"Jeez, don't you have anything that you can't rip off so easily?" Billy laughed at that one, his footsteps getting closer and closer until he was beside her with on arm around Isa's waist.

"Yeah yeah. You say that, but you love the way I dress.." He fired back, hus sweet girlfriend peeping the genuine smile that played on his pretty lips. It was enough to have her smiling too. Isa continued her looking, Billy quickly taking over by handing her a pear of sweatpants and one of his loose white tees.

"Guess your dressing like me tonight.."

It took her a minute to realize what he was implying, Isa slowly and lightly grapsing the clothes from Billy's palms. Her gaze slightly widened when she understood his words, covering her nude figure in slightly embarrassment.

"You.. want me to stay over?" Isa asked, still not believing him. Billy rolled his eyes, his small smirk on his face when he looked back at her.

"Unless you want me to drive you home at 12:30 in the morning.

After that, Isa quickly put on his clothes, slightly trugfling even though they were so loose. It didn't help that her excitement had her hopping all over the place. Plopping herself on the edge of his bed, Isa began to pull up her hair. She was quick to braid it back, staring in the mirror he had against the wall.

All the while, Billy himself relaxed against his fresh pillow, content in watching his girl get ready for bed. It wasn't long, though, her quick routine over before he knew it. She crawled to him, shuffling herself under the new comforter she helped him put on while she got comfortable.

She's only ever stayed over to help him study. It was only for a few hours too. Never did she stay over at his place. He would either make up some excuse or just flat out say no.

She always wondered why, but whenever she tried to pry, he was standoffish, defensive even. She had suspected it had something to do with his parents, but she wasn't sure. Tonight wasn't the night for that, though. She could ask questions another time.

Tonight was the time to bask in new beginnings, Isabela proudly snuggling up to her exhausted boyfriend. Her hand over his chest while his hand reached over to hold that very hand.

"Sorry I kept you up so late," Isabela soft whispered, her eyes slowly closing a she let the fatigue of the night finally hit her. Billy himself was way ahead of her, pullling her even closer before answering.

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"Shut up, you know I loved every second of it," Her answered without really thinking, due to his exhaustion. Even with that, she knew he meant it, smiling into the pillow harder as they both drifted to sleep, their relationship shifting as night did with the day.

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Art Used in the Dragon Age: Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas

While there was some new art, previously seen concept art, there was also the use of ending credit slides. Some possibly denoting certain world states that I briefly referred to in the master post here.

I've split it into sections of:

New Art

Previously Shown Art

Character Art and Slides

General World State Ending Slides

Everything is going below the cut because this will be long. I will also note which page and recipe each image accompanies in the book for easy reference. (Here's to hoping tumblr doesn't mess with the image layout.)

Edit 10/30/2023: Added the page numbers that were missed because it glitched out and deleted things when I tried to go over 30 images and didn't notice till now.

New Art

Page numbers from top left to right going down:

Orlesian Woman: Sour Cherries in Cream, p. 121, Tevinter Pumpkin Bread, p. 151

Building Etching: Crow Feed, p. 43, Antivan Sip-Sip, p. 161

Spider Design: Posion Stings, p. 115

Sea Creature: Lamprey Cake, p. 147

Smoking Meat Racks: Smoked Ham from the Anderfels, p. 95

Antaam Spearman: Unidentified Meat, p. 37

Admiral Isabela: The Hissing Drake, p. 157

Etching of Bowl: Rivaini Couscous Salad, p. 19

Etching of Platter: Nevarran Blood Orange Salad, p. 13

Table Setting: Goat Custard, p. 127

Red Bear: Conversion Charts, p. 172

Giant: Lamprey Cake, p. 149

Blue Building: About the Authors and Photoghraphers, p. 175

Mabari and Army: Roasted Turkey with Sides, p. 99

These are all new images with three of these looking to be concept art: the presumably Orlesian woman looking at Andrastian themed items, the antaam spearman preparing to throw a spear, and the table setting of what looks like it might be for Rivain or Tevinter based on the aesthetic. Though I lean more Tevinter due to the snake on the basket.

The bowl and platter look to maybe be prop designs, and they are distinctly bird themed with what looks like feathers around the base of the bowl and then mirrored crows on either side of the platter with a dagger etched in the center.

The red bear shown here is new, though it is similar to a mural in Dragon Age: Inquisition in the barn where there is a green-ish bear with stars on its muzzle breathing what might be fire, while holding the white silhouette of a figure with antlers. (Couldn't attach it due to there being a photo limit.)

Then to further note that the dark blue building image looks similar to some concept art/Development images from Dragon Age: Dreadwolf (DA4)

Previously Shown Art

The piece below have been shown elsewhere before, but there are some new additions so I am showing it here separately from the new art.

Ferelden Spread: Roasted Wyvern, p. 85

This is was first shown in The Art of Dragon Age: Inquisition and is labeled as "Fereldan Fineries". It was coloured and lacked the two figures in the back left of this image. (Below)

Character Art

Cole and Maryden: The Emerald Valley, p. 169

Sera: Sera's Yummy Corn, p. 103

The Iron Bull and Krem: Hot Chocolate, p. 159

Varric and Aveline: Varric's Favorite Pastries, p. 143

Josephine and Inquisitor: Fish Chowder, p. 59

Leliana: Grilled Poussin, p. 77

Cullen: Croissants, p. 137

Morrigan and Keiran: Nettle Soup, p. 65

King Alistair: King Alistair's Lamb and Pea Stew, p. 67

These were mostly character specific ending slides you could get in DAI, going from the top left to right they are slides for: Trespasser: Human Cole ending up with Maryden. Trespasser: Partial image of a slide for an Inquisitor who agrees to become a red jenny with Sera and the Inquisition is disbanded. Trespasser: Iron Bull and the Chargers are alive and taking jobs throughout Orlais and Ferelden. Trespasser: Varric is Viscount Trespasser: Josephine, her personal quest completed. This is the romanced Josephine version. Trespasser: Leliana, not Divine Trespasser: Cullen, having not taken lyrium during Inquisition Inquisition: Morrigan and Keiran leaving Skyhold World of Thedas vol 2: King Alistair

Ending Slides

Antaam Slide: Lentil Soup, p. 63

Halamshiral Slide: The Hanged Man's Mystery Meat Stew, p. 57

Grey Warden Slide: Sweet and Sour Cabbage, p. 61

Disbanded Inquisition Slide: Sugar Cake, p. 145

These were all ending slides you could get at some point in Inquisition, from the top left to right: Trespasser: The Qunari threat Inquisition: Kicked out of Halamshiral with low approval Inquisition: Grey Wardens were kept in southern Thedas to rebuild, they are estranged from the Wardens in Weishaupt Trespasser: The Inquisition was disbanded

Final Thoughts and Implied World State

Overall the world state makes a lot of sense I think, they went with the one that would be less quantum - so no one is dead or could be dead and is in an important role; hence Cassandra being Divine,

Summary

Inquisition is disbanded

Grey Wardens are divided; though as of the comics and Tevinter Nights we know regardless all Wardens have been called back to Weisshaupt. Unclear if the civil war mentioned in DAI is actually happening.

Morrigan has Kieran and he doesn't have the old god soul anymore

Cole is human

Josephine had her personal quest done.

Leliana wasn't killed in Origins, she is fully human and now retired.

Alistair is king

Cassandra is Divine, no clear answer on the state of the Seekers.

Cullen is retired and established the sanctuary for former templars.

#dragon age #dragon age official art #dragon age tastes of thedas #da: tot #josephine #josephine montilyet #morrigan #cullen #cullen rutherford #the iron bull #krem #sera #leliana #cole #varric #varric tethras #alistair #king alistair #alistair theirin #isabela

[trumpets0ng]

243- “Beautiful Memories”

Beginning / Previously /Next

((My Only One - Sebastián Yatra & Isabela Merced))

Thank you @budgie2budgie for bringing this beautiful character into my story! And thank you NSFT family for putting up with my million pleas for advice on this!!! Lol. Especially @thistlecake, @ladybugsimblr & @storiesbyjes2g. You rock!

For easier reading, please see transcript below the cut:

D: Can’t go five minutes without her, huh?

O: Actually, I just came from the men’s room, but would you really blame me? *everyone laughs*

P: Was security here when you came up?

O: I… think so? Honestly, not sure.

P: *sighs* Someone is supposed to be here at all times—

W: He probably went to the bathroom.

O: Or an autograph hunt. *everyone laughs*

D: It’s New Years, Penn. Relax. It’s a chill group anyway.

P: Lemme go find this guy, before I get chewed out.

O: We’ll be down in a minute. I wanna show Wally this piece.

D: Best behavior you two! You’re still in public! *everyone laughs*

W: Trying to get us in trouble?

O: Nah. Not on New Year’s Eve. I reserve trouble until at least the 4th. *Walker chuckles* Did you get a look at these pieces? They’re so cool; I think we should get one for the house.

W: Is that—?

O: Yup! It’s The Coffee Warden.

W: *giggles* Why on earth would anyone paint—

O: Or how about this one? It could go in our future living room.

W: Aw, I like it… Wait… is this—

O: The fairgrounds from our first date?

W: *gasps, then whispers* Obie??

O: Every space we’ve shared, every moment of everyday with you, is emblazoned in my mind. From the first time I saw you at The Coffee Warden, to tonight’s dinner at El Arbol; every memory with you is cherished, and I want to make a million more memories with you until we, are only memories…

I never thought I’d actually be nervous. *anxious chuckle, before a steadying breath* Walker Olivia Pearson, will you make this one of the happiest nights of my life? Will you—

W: YES!!!

O: YES?!

W: *nodding in tears* And just like that, we were engaged…

#always walker #walker pearson #obie tremblay #penny pizzazz #devon lane #sims of color #black simblr #THEY'RE ENGAGED!!! #trumpets0ng

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.

For @glowing-celesticpetals, based on the prompt: “maybe something about Antonio or Bruno in the Ride the Cyclone Au?”

This is the last you’ll see of the living side; the family grieving the loss of the four children.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead: character death.

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Just Another Tragic Fact

Bruno sighed to himself.

The four gravestones, all lined up, layered in a variety of plants - Isabela would have hated it if it was all just flowers.

Here lies

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

14th November 1930 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal

28th December 1934 - 14th September 1951

Beloved son and brother.

Here lies

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

7th August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

31st August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter, sister and partner.

Seeing it makes it real.

Not that it didn’t feel real watching the crash and seeing their dead bodies be pulled from the wreckage.

The funeral had came and went.

The loss of the children, who had been dubbed ‘Encanto’s Four Saints’, had impacted the town itself. Everyone was draped in mourning garb and music and laughter almost vanished from the streets.

But, of course, it brought the most impact to the Madrigals themselves.

“I’m sorry,” Bruno says to them.

It’s a relatively bright and dry afternoon - considering Encanto has been living in a constant storm since the Cyclone accident.

Pepa must be asleep. She’s done a lot more of that recently.

He doesn’t blame her.

“I should have seen… I should have been able to warn you. Then maybe you’d still be…” he sighs, breaking into tears again.

“Tío Bruno?”

He sniffles. “Hey, Toñito.”

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I’d just come to see them. It’s a nice day.”

“You don’t have to say ‘sorry’. You couldn’t have known what would happen at the fair.”

“No, you all couldn't have known. This is my gift. This is what I’m for. But… I didn’t even think to look and now it’s my fault they’re gone.”

“Still. You can’t blame yourself.”

Tight arms fasten around him.

Bruno accepts the hug.

It probably should be the other way around, it’s not him who has lost his siblings and cousins.

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Antonio doesn’t quite process that they are gone.

He knows they are dead, but… their family has a miracle, why wouldn’t it bring them back?

When a bunch of baby capybaras are born the following week, he names them after his siblings and cousins.

The quietest capybara he names Lola. She was the oldest of the four. She’s always hiding behind his legs. She insists she be carried up and down the stairs. He finds a pinkish red ribbon in Mirabel’s room that he asks his Mama to tie in a bow for Lola.

Next came Luis. He was the biggest of the litter, so Antonio didn’t need to mark him to tell him apart. Luis was more like a playful puppy than anything else, frequently managing to sneak out of Antonio’s room to wander around Casita in search of belly rubs.

Then there was Belita, or Bela, depending on whether or not Antonio was telling her off. Like her mother, Chispi, she was very confident and snarky. However, lacked her mother’s chill. She was full of energy - if Antonio didn’t put her to bed with her siblings, he would be sure she never slept.

And lastly there was Milo, possibly Antonio’s favourite but don’t tell the others. Getting his brother’s name, he was exactly like him. Mischievous, loves food, and maybe a little too dramatic. Milo was good at making him laugh and, after everything, that is what he needed.

He assembles them all before bed, so that when Mama or Papa or both of them come to read his story, they are there too.

Abuela would happily spend time babysitting the four of them while Antonio was at school.

If they came into the kitchen, Tía Julieta would offer them scraps or spare food they could eat.

Tío Agustín had built a little wooden cart that Antonio could pull them around in.

Tío Bruno pretty much adopted them alongside his many rats, as the best pets/children ever.

It was another week later that Antonio got an idea.

“What are you doing, mijo?” His mother asked one day. It was just before dinner - table already set up, but nobody had called them to eat.

Then she noticed the extra chairs and plates that had been added to the table. And Antonio having placed each capybara on their namesake’s chair, which was stacked with pillows, so their heads just about reached the table.

“I thought they could join us for dinner!” He offered. “And Chispi is here too to watch them. I got her a spare chair all by myself.”

Pepa didn’t know what to say. “Is your Abuela okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t she be? She loves them. I saw her cuddling Milo and Lola when I came home today. I think she likes them more than Tío Bruno’s rats.” He informed, happily.

“Well, but, you know what Tía Julieta is like with animals at the table,” Pepa tried again.

“I don’t think she’ll mind. It’s like having the family back together!”

Thunder rumbled.

“I was meant to ask Bruno something,” she excused herself, brushing through her braid as she walked off.

Antonio stood in silence.

He glances at Chispi, “Did I do something wrong?”

~~~~~~

It’s a silent night.

They are slowly coming out of mourning and adjusting back to normality.

Starting to work again.

The colours of black and dark blue and dark grey begin to fade away.

The eternal storm that Encanto has been wrapped in since September is slowly breaking away. Now it is just occasional spells of heavy rain and sleet.

Antonio has long since been put to bed, with the four capybaras.

The rest of the adults stay up.

What once would have been a night of some wine, a few cards games, music and laughter, is now just a solemn conversation in the candlelight.

They ‘um’ and ‘ah’ over what could have been.

Where and what the children are doing, now that they are no longer among the living.

“And the other one?” Agustín dares to ask. “Did anyone ever come for her?”

“Was she at least identified?” Félix inquires.

“No.” Alma answers. “The order was given for her to be buried today.”

Pepa tugs at her hair, shivering. “I can’t imagine it. A child. Just like the rest of them. Except in an unmarked grave, and not a soul to care.”

“Her poor family,” Bruno remarks. “My sympathy is with them.”

“No.” Julieta shook her head. “To let their child go… and they don’t even care. They either didn’t care to look in the first place or they couldn't recognise their own bloody child. It’s horrible. They don’t deserve any sympathy.”

“Julieta!” Her mother and brother both exclaim, in shock at her attitude.

All the family is, but Agustín and Félix are stunned into silence (not that they find a fault in her statement, it’s just unexpected for her), and Pepa is already nodding her head in agreement.

“I agree.” She said, turning to Julieta. “If it was one of our babies, I would have known instantly. Heartless people.”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #ask me anything #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #pedro madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #my writing

[call-to-the-wyatt]

Encanto Headcanon- Dating Camilo would include... (Camilo Madrigal x GN! Reader)

Hey everyone!! Today I decided to write an Encanto Headcanon about dating Camilo. This is fully based on what I know about the Madrigals and what I imagine dating Camilo would be like. I obviously got some inspiration from other writers, but no one specific.

Anyways, enjoy! -Bar

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Dating Camilo Madrigal would include... part 1 (before the movie)

~ You guys met at Luisa’s last birthday, and you looked breathtaking.

~ Camilo couldn’t get himself to go talking to you, so he just adored you from afar as long as he wasn’t focused on Antonio.

~ You saw the cute curly boy around your age playing with Antonio and couldn’t help your smile. It was just too cute!

~ You blushed, hard, when he looked up and met your gaze; you looked away already, so you couldn’t see, but his cheeks turned red, too.

~ “Hey, Mirabel, who’s this?” You asked her and pointed to Camilo.

~ She had a mischievous smile as she told you it’s her cousin, Camilo. What was she palnning?

~ Later that night, Camilo heard from Mirabel you asked about him.

~ “Y\N? Is this the person who was dancing here earlier with Y\F\M (your fav Madrigal except for Camilo)?” -”Yep. They’re right there, go talk to them”

~ You were very surprised when Camilo was tripping to where you set. His face were red and his hair and clothes were messy from the dancing, but you still found him very attractive.

~ Camilo was still stunned by you, but he managed to say a few complete sentences. You were so nice and easy to talk to, his shyness faded away, and you two had a long, enthralling conversation.

~ And of course, once his flirty self came back, he used the countless amount of pickup lines he knew on you.

~ “You know who you’re reminding me of? My next S\O”

~ “Do you believe in love at first tight or I should walk by again?”

~ “I don’t like your last name. You should change it to Madrigal”

~ (and so on...)

~ As you two kept talking and laughing, Camilo couldn’t help falling for you harder and harder.

~ By the end of the night, he knew for sure he’s in love. But he didn’t know if you felt the same, and it made him nervous and anxious.

~ He went to talk to Dolores about it, and ended up getting advices from her and all of his cousins, who had a sleepover.

~ Eventually, they helped him planning how to ask you out, not knowing you just waited for him to do it.

~ Long story short, he asked you out, you said yes, and now he was supposed to take you on your first date.

~ He found the perfect glade and asked Isabela to find out what’s your favorite flower (Isabela: *rolling her eyes* I already know what’s their favorite flower) and grow it all over te place, but leave a space big enough to do picnics or just hang out for a while.

~ Isabela agreed, and the next day everything was ready.

~ Mirabel decorated Camilo’s ruana and your favorite y\f\c\p (your favorite clothing piece- skirt, pants, shirt, etc), Isabela made them a crown of Y\F\F (your favorite flower), Luisa brought a basket full of Julieta’s best foods and desserts and Dolores prepared you to the meeting with the Madrigals- especially Abuela and Pepa.

~ Pepa was excited, of course, when Camilo said you two are going on a date, and Felix made sure she doesn’t rain all over you; but it was hard, considering how excited he also was to see his son going on a date.

~ Everyone were so happy to see Camilo’s smile when he looked at you, and they were excited to know the person Camilo fell in love with.

~ After everyone (and their gifts) were introduced, Camilo took you away. He loved his family, but he knew they would stay there forever if he won’t take you on your date.

~ You started walking in the forest until you found the glare- well, Camilo was walking, you had a blindfold while Luisa carried you after him so it’ll be a surprise. (You weren’t too happy about it, but you were really curious about where he takes you now).

~ When Camilo took off your blindfold, you gasped at the breathtaking sight- thousands of y\f\fs in all of the colors possible were growing at the glare in circles, leaving a little space of emerald-green grass. It was beautiful, amazing, nothing like anything you imagined or seen- and you chose to show your gratefulness by kissing Camilo on the cheek. You were both blushing when you whispered “thanks, Cami”, but you got yourselves out of it quickly and started settle on the grass.

~ Apearantly Julieta packed them everything they needed: food, water, a picnic blanket and pillows- “for the time sitting down starts to hurt”, as the notes sticked to the pillows said.

~ They were having a great time, and just before the dark they packed their things in the basket again and started walking back, still laughing and talking.

~ Camilo walked y\n to their house, kissing them on the cheek for goodbye and made sure they went in and their parents were there to take them to bed, and onlt then went back to Casita. When he told his parents about it, they hugged him and told him how proud they are of him and the gentleman he grew up to be.

~ After the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th date, Camilo finally asked Y\N to be his s\o. You, of course, said yes, and his family couldn’t be happier... literally: Pepa made rainbows everywhere; Isabela was going around town spreading flowers of any kind, color and shape; Julieta didn’t stop making desserts to heal the town; Luisa was so excited she always used too much power to lift everything (and caused several accidents that way); Dolores squeaked whenever she heard one of you talking about the other; Antonio always let you play with his animals; Mirabel made you a new y\f\c\p; Agustin and Felix told you it’s okay to be an outsider who has no gift and they can join the club once they marry Camilo (which made you turn red like a tomato); and Abuela just smiled as she watched you- she saw the same love she and Pedro had, this teenager made her first male grandson happy and that gave her peace- even though she thought they weren’t good enough for Camilo.

~ But as Camilo started dated Y\N, Isabela decided to have her revenge at him for all the years of teasing her.

~ Every time Y\N came to Casita, Isabela would stand at the door, sing “CAMILO, YOUR S\O’S HERE” as loud as she can and create a flower statue of you, laughing.

~ You didn’t understand why is makes Isabela laugh and Camilo get so mad he turned into her and moked her, but after Isabela explained you what happened you found that funny too.

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It’s been FOREVER since I posted here. My next thing will probably be part 4 of CLUELESS cuz I’m very nice

Anyways ily and hope you’ll enjoy!

~Bar

#encanto #camilo madrigal #encanto disney #encanto headcanons #isabela madrigal #encanto mirabel #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo x you #camilo headcanons #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n

[jacarandaaaas]

yeah now show it without the very obvious photo editing and weird filter.

I’m so serious I’m doing a whole chart on their differences like it’s almost like when u edit the photo they look similar.

1. Different skintones

2. Different eye shapes isabelas are more almond

3. L I P S! Ashas are more full and pink isas are darker and downturned

4. NOSES. even in the edited picture you can see isabelas nose is flatter from the front whilst ashas is more round and full not to mention isa has a more defined nose bridge.

5. Face shape. Ashas face looks more round in the pics because it’s at an upward angle her face is longer and more angular than isas.

6. I cant believe the hair isn’t the most obvious for people ISABELA DOES NOT HAVE BRAIDS GUYS

7. Eyebrows. Ashes are much thinner and lighter than isas

8. Freckles. Isabela has a beauty spot not freckles

9. Not very obvious in the pic but ashas body type is slimmer than isas and she’s also taller

10. THOSE ARE TWO DIFFERENT STYLE DRESSES IN TWO DIFFERENT SHADES OF PURPLE

I’m begging for people to stop saying every character looks the same it’s exhausting

#encanto #encanto disney #isabela madrigal #disneys encanto #encanto isabela #disney’s encanto #asha wish #disney wish

[equatorjournal]

A single common dolphin vaults high into a windless morning, Isabela island. From ,"Spectacular Galapagos: exploring an extraordinary world" by Tui De Roy, 1998. https://www.instagram.com/p/ChP3wk5t3gQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=