#hands u isadora

[gimmeyourlovepls]

Jealousy

summary: you and the other Baudelaire siblings are on the Queequeg, and seeing Fiona all touchy feely with Klaus makes your blood boil. So, you write your feelings out, but you didn't know that he would read them.

a/n: hi! Was rewatching asoue and the ideas just exploded. Side note, normally you, the reader, at least in this one-shot, are very clingy to Klaus, always hugging him and holding his hand. Anyway, read!

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You sat on a chair, staring at Klaus and that girl that is currently too close to him. You wanted to push her away so badly, to hold Klaus and drag him away, but you weren't his girlfriend, and you probably never would be with the way he's falling for literally every girl who's not you, starting with Isadora and now Fiona. Getting up, you walked to the chambers that Fiona gave you to sleep and found your journal, right on top of your bed.

Before Uncle Monty's horrible death, you and him got pretty close and you told him about your love for writing, so he gave you one of his empty journals and told you to write every once in a while and come show him. You never got to show him a single one.

Picking up the pen that you always put on the notebook, you started to write angrily, your hand moving so fast the ink becam sligthly smudged.

Why is Klaus touching her so much, being touched by her so much? I should be the one clinging to him, okaying and helping him with his ideas, touching his arm, smiling at him, kissing him. The idea of Fiona and him makes me sick. Why should she and her stupid submarine come and steal Klaus away? But, if he really likes her, I'll go along, I'll smile when they say they're dating, giggle at every time she makes him flustered, and I'll cry at there wedding, although the tears will not be ones of joy. When they have their first kid, I'll hold them happily, smiling at how they have his eyes, his beautiful, shining, kind, intelligent eyes that I could lose myself in, and I have. And I'll cry myself to sleep every night, alone because I can't imagine myself with anyone else but him.

You finished writing, pen ink slightly staining your palms and fingertips. Reading over what you just wrote, a sense of dread and disgust filled you. How could you write this about another person? Without another thought, you ripped the page out, crumpling it and throwing it somewhere it would not be seen for hopefully a long time.

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Frowning, you were lost in your own mind, drowning in your thoughts as Violet talked about something to do with the machinery. "...what do you think, Y/N?" You look up, confused. "O-oh, yeah, sure!" She looked at you with a stange look. "I just asked you if you'd eat glue with apples? What's wrong Y/N?" Sighing, you sat up straight. "Nothing, just... do you think that Klaus likes Fiona?"

You saw the gears turning in her head before she smiled, and you immediatley regreted your question as she started speaking. "You like Klaus!" The way you looked away from her said everything she needed to know. "Y/N, you should tell him!" "Do you see the way he smiles around her? I don't stand a chance!" You frowned, thinking about Klaus and Fiona. Violet smiled kindly, taking your hands in hers. "I'm gonna be honest with you, my brother is not always the brightest when it comes to love. I think he'll accept you."

"Accept you for what?" You looked up quickly, and saw Klaus holding a book and a... crumpled piece of paper? Thankfully, Fiona wasn't around him for once. "Y/N has something she wants so ask you." You gave Violet a glare, but she just smirked and waited for you to speak. "I u-um, wanted to ask you... where Sunny is! Yeah, I n-need to see Sunny..." Klaus gave you a funny look, a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher, and said, "She's just in the kitchen, helping out." Getting up quickly, you gave Klaus a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and walked to the kitchen, still pondering what Violet said. You always gave him a hug or kiss on the cheek, but that one was different. You tried to convey all your feelings in it, even though he wouldn't be able to tell.

Taste testing Sunny's food will make you feel better.

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A whole bunch of stuff had happened in a suprisingly short amount of time, and long story short, you were about to escape Count Olaf for the umptenth time in the Queequeg with Sunny, Klaus and Violet, and Fiona was leaving to follow her brother, which was the hook-handed man who was an associate of Count Olaf. All the information was making your head spin, but you didn't need to focus on that right now.

Klaus was trying to convice Fiona to stay, and you honestly were not as happy as you thought she would be at her leave. As he grabbed her arm, she leaned in for a kiss, which you could see from a mile away, but what you weren't expecting, was for Klaus to turn his face, so it was only a kiss on the cheek. Fiona left, Klaus having a solemn look on his face.

As Violet powered on the submarine and you were putting down Sunny, Klaus took your arm and dragged you to an empty room. You looked up at him in confusion, gasping softly as he pushed you down on a chair in the room, and as you stared at his face, you still couldn't tell what he was feeling.

He took out a piece of paper, it slightly crumpled, but you could still see the writing, and as you squinted slightly, you realized it was yours. Oh crap.

"Y/N, do you know what this is?" He said, holding it in front of you. "A-a piece of paper?" You muttered soflty, not wanting to actually say what it was, even though you knew exactly what it was, and who wrote it. "Don't play dumb with me Y/N." Under his glare, your head fell down as you looked at a "very" interesting stain on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to see it, especially not you... I just wrote it while I was angry, it doesn't mean anything!" You rushed to explain yourself, still scared to look him in the eye.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you worked up the courage to look up at him. He was... smiling? Suddenly, laughter bubbled out of his chest, and he was giggling. Ok, what the hell?

"D-do you seriously think I would ditch you for a lady I just met?" He chuckled. "...maybe." He pulled you up into a hug. "Y/N, I have known you for almost my whole life. I could never. ...and I might have a slight crush on you as well." You grinned, blushing. Maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all.

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a/n: when i tell u i hate this so much. ill just post it.

[cotton-candy-vodka]

Hi!! Do u have any trans hcs for ASOUE? :)

Howdy anon! Thanks for the ask! I do indeed have some gender headcanons

The Henchperson of Indeterminable Gender - … this is self-explanatory, i fear

Isadora Quagmire (MTF) - also somewhat self-explanatory, but if you haven’t heard of this headcanon/theory I’ll explain: in the books the Quagmires are mentioned to be identical triplets. It’s impossible for triplets to be identical if one of them is the opposite sex of the other two (at least, i believe so? Im recounting this off the top of my head so cut me some slack). Thus, Isadora is likely a trans girl. It doesn’t make much sense if you watch the show because Isadora barely looks like her brothers, but in the official book artwork she just looks like her brothers with longer hair.

Quigley Quagmire (demiboy): This actually stems off of another headcanon I have for Quigley: bro is autistic (several studies show that autism and gender discomfort can be linked together). I think they struggle with their gender for at least a couple years. They only tell their siblings at first, unsure of what is happening to them and wondering if something is wrong. Isadora shows him a few resources involving gender and gender dysphoria and tells him that its okay to feel like this, acting as a guiding hand throughout his journey because she already transitioned. Duncan is a little confused, but he’s got the spirit!

Quigley begins by presenting a bit more femininely, stealing his sister’s clothes and his mother’s makeup and meshing it with his own stuff. The clothes throw them off a bit, but they find makeup to be really fun with Isadora’s help! He asks his siblings and the Baudelaires (because thEY ARE FAMILY TO HIM GOSH DARN IT) to refer to him with they/them pronouns for a bit.

It takes them a long time to settle into a way of presenting themself that feels right. But when they find it? He has never been happier! Probably into his late teens or early adulthood he officially identifies as a demiboy and uses he/they pronouns. And his family couldnt be prouder!

Sunny Baudelaire (any pronouns) - Sunny is young but I can already tell girl was made to rage against the label and binary machine. People can’t assume your gender if you’re off the spectrum entirely!

Once again, thank you for asking. Have a splendid day!

[mossarchives]

After trying to not bully Wyn by saying this song reminds me of him I have now given him a song that reminds me of him

Lagtrain - inabakumori

: ) sorry son boy

THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME SO BAD KSDHFKS Thank u for enabling the part of my brain that never shuts up about my favorite OC <3

I went all the way back to Monster Haus Wyn (with some names swapped for their nulliverse counterparts) for you so naturally: TW: Mentions of Death

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With a flick of his wrist and two fingers pinched on the wooden sign The Chosen Brew goes from 'closed' to 'open'. Wyn double checks that the lock is upright and then shuffles back behind the counter to wait.

It's raining outside, a steady flow of water sliding down the wide windows and turning the sidewalk outside into a smear. He can hear Emery moving around in the back, transferring sweet smelling cookies out of the oven for a sheet pan of coffee cake.

Wyn swipes a pen from the cup beside the cash register, needing to occupy his twitching fingers. He's only been awake for two hours but his head is twisting itself into knots. It's pathetic. There was so much he was supposed to be happy about. He should be in a better mood, should be molding his lips into the light smile he's finally perfected, but his eyes refuse to focus how he wants them.

His sister had applied to a college two towns over, close enough to visit with ease but far enough that living in a dorm would be best. After living in a bed and breakfast for nearly a year, a dorm seemed downright luxurious.

Emery was also moving house, now that things had gotten more serious with Isadora. Still in Asher's Glenn, of course, because The Chosen Brew would have to be pried from her cold, dead hands and one would have to get through Wyn and Lochlann first. She'd already applied for her favorite of the handful she and Isadora had toured, and all hands were preemptively on deck to help her pack.

Then there was Wyn.

Static. That's his issue. Time ticks ever onward and leaves him scrambling to catch up. He can't go to college like his sister, or even see about getting an apartment anywhere. Legally, Wyn doesn't exist, and he's never using Dimitri Winthrop on anything ever again.

He's long overstayed his welcome at The Bird's Nest, but there isn't really anywhere else to go. He couldn't exactly move into his sister's dorm. Chasing him from Oregon to New York was one thing, but following to her college was another. He could ask Ryouma, but his apartment above the library was fairly small, and Wyn wasn't sure he was ready for that step in their tentative relationship. His options were shaping up to be hiding out in the storeroom or moving into the dormant Monster House.

He's not going to ask Emery. She already feeds and pays him, he's not going to add giving him a place to stay to his never ending debt.

“Wyn.”

He lets out a yelp, the pen jolted from his hand as he jumps. Lochlann is standing on the other side of the counter, waiting, staring at him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lochie!” He clutches his chest, trying to force his soul back into place. “How long have you been standing there?!”

Lochlann shrugs. “A few minutes. You didn't notice.”

“No shit.” Wyn lets out another wheeze, trying to get his heart to resume normal human activities. As much as he loves Lochie, her arrival had reminded him of the final nail in his coffin: the impending failure of his body. Every time she says his name he feels his soul lurch, the unfortunate price for being friends with a dullahan while on the fast track to death. If he's lucky he's got ten years until the blood ritual really starts to tear him apart from the inside.

Just another one of the many ways the world is leaving him behind. Lovely.

Lochlann bends down and retrieves the pen he'd inadvertently thrown at her. “Is everything okay?”

The lie is almost trivial at this point. “Yeah, just tired. What can I get you?”

She scans the shelves of tea behind him. “I liked that lavender tea you gave me last week, could I get that?”

“Sure thing.” Wyn turns to fetch a mug and the tea she's requested. He doesn't get why Emery puts the tea so high up, even he has to stretch and he's much taller than her. She's going to need a step stool when he's...

Nevermind.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Emery steps out of the kitchen dual wielding trays of breakfast pastries. She gently hip checks Wyn out of the way as she passes and sets them down on the counter.

“Good morning, Lochie.” Emery twists to the side to look at Wyn, one hand braced against her hip. “And you, did you eat?” Wyn squints, trying to think, and Emery just rolls her eyes. She sets a danish on a plate and slides it towards him, ready for consumption once he's done serving Lochie.

He sneaks a few drops of lavender scented oil into her tea so the smell is stronger and then passes it over. “Here you go, one human-passing cup of tea for you.”

“Thank you.” Lochie reaches out, stiffly, and ruffles his hair, making him sputter in annoyance. Emery laughs as she slips past him to grab more pastries for the case, and Lochlann is already in her window seat by the time he's combed his hair from his face.

Sighing, Wyn turns to start making Emery a latte, shoving the danish between his teeth as he goes about the familiar motions. It was a new recipe morning, so he knows that she hasn't had the chance to drink anything other than her wake up cup of coffee. He's gotten the hang of her seasonal preferences, and Wyn won't lie and say he doesn't enjoy the pride in her voice when she compliments his work.

The routine takes his mind off the darker of his thoughts. Floral teas for Lochlann, flavored lattes for Emery, and black tea with ungodly amounts of honey for Briar. Little habits engraved on the fragile flesh of his heart. To love someone is to take care of them, and maybe that's the one good thing about being static.

It's not going to fix the twists and tangles in his mind, but it's a start. It's better than the Wyn that stumbled into this haunted town, even better than the Wyn that defended it. No matter where everyone else went, he would be here for as long as his body let him.

Wyn was notoriously stubborn after all.

[lockedtowers]

Cassie’s K!nk list; being held

no but srsly under the cut and i will fling myself into the sun if i have to block more than five spambots bc of this i stg tumblr if i hit post and u delete the cut like u kept doing on my personal the other day i will also fling u into the sun. willy doesnt get one he doesnt deserve to have fun.

Actually first things first, funnily enough, jefferson calling her ‘kitten’ is NOT a kitten play or sex thing. certain people isadora have assumed that and cassie does not know what that is. what IS a kink thing in that dynamic is her calling him ‘Hatter’. Other than that, shockingly, no. He does put collars on her. It’s entirely because she’s a ch/eshire cat.

also. ‘getting caught’? not a kink. she doesn’t even think about it. maddox explicitly told her nobody could know about them, thats the only reason she didnt say anything. she doesn’t have a super good understanding of boundaries. so she wouldn’t actually get the ‘we’re in public we could be seen’ thing at all. thats more of a ‘yes, and?’ for her until its explained to her lol.

actual kinks tho, but she does not tend to instigate with them. she doesnt know what a kink is. whilst wond/erla/nd is likely a very open universe re that bc again, the upside down version of our world, she did not personally get that education. anywas, list, and random factoids if i feel like it;

Knife play; its a given, she likes sharp objects. Blood; she thinks being covered in blood is hot. tying up: she’s be confused at first, but if she trusts you she’ll do it. So heavily conditional. But after awhile, she’ll just associate it with funtimes. Breath play; again, very conditional. But she actually prefers just having the hand of sb she loves around her throat than the actual thing. Possessiveness: she likes to get as much as she gives there, and does enjoy when she gets more, so long as her freedom isnt affected. Funnily enough given how angry she gets at being shorter than everyone, she does have a minor size k!nk. she likes an excuse to call them a tree.

i got bored and distracted and had to rewrite just these ones three times now bc tumblr is stupid so i’ll add to this if i remember and feel like it

[stormoflina]

ohh, and although this is not unpopular nor an opinion, i wanted to share some of my favorite songs to cleanse ur inbox from so much drama omg 😭

Vento Alecrim - Gilsons

End of Beginning - Djo (highly recommend looking up on tiktok an edit of the tv show 'the bear' to this song, sooo good)

Love wins all - IU

melhor sozinha - luísa sonza ft. marília mendonça

Salgo pa la calle - Daddy Yankee

i wanna be your right hand - nemahsis

morfeo - wos

paranormal - tainy ft. Alvaro Diaz

barquinho de papel - anavitória

caesar on a tv screen - the last dinner party

lobster - boy called cute

suéltame, Bogotá - diamante eléctrico

how to disappear completely - radiohead

purge the poison - MARINA

just like a movie - wallows

Caminando - isadora

00:00 - bts

there are a few languages in there so u might need to look up the translation for some of them if u want, but they are really good! hope u listen to them and it helps ur inbox to look a little less heavy 🫡

- long ass rant anon ❤️

My dear anon, thank you so much for sending them to me.!! Can't wait to listen to them all!

♥️🫶🏼

[isabelleadjani]

@ashmp3 you're soooo right about the song actually and that's like my fave jymenik track so 💁🏻‍♀️ anyways the dazed comment i love so much u really get it i always wanted to be in dazed and i-d lmao actually though i got this shirt second hand from a friend recently and the day i wore it i got so many compliments. alsoooo i know u asked about the lip combo in my other pics, i use isadora lip liner in bare beige all over my lips, smudge it, then apply some lip balm and then the tiniest bit of clinique black honey in the center that i smudge out so it all kinda melts together and that's it 🫶🏼

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[publicabsent]

@0ctobres: “shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.” / accepting.

she hadn't even meant to fall asleep -- eyes slipped closed & then she was there again -- the whitney house. only it wasn't isadora, it was her mother. & she was screaming, & screaming, & suddenly she's awake & a strangled cry dies on her lips, jumping at the quiet shushes. tears are streaked down her face, eyes wide & not quite seeing anything. her face is pale, breathing stuttered. one hand, shaking, spells out all she has to share: w-h-i-t-n-e-y-h-o-u-s-e. her gaze is still distant, unblinking.

[imanes]

hi! those enchiladas look bomb, may I ask for the recipe please? I hope you guys enjoyed it! x

hi! thank u <3 the recipe is a mix of a lot of recipes i found online + some freestyling on my part so i'll try to make sense of it for you lol it'll yield 6 to 8 enchiladas depending on the size of your tortillas

1. preparing the chicken

one chicken breast

boiling hot water

some salt

1 knorr chicken cube

2 sage leaves

one garlic clove

half an onion, cut in two

a handful of cilantro leaves

in a pot, when the water reaches a boil, add all the aforementioned ingredients. let it simmer for about 30 minutes or longer. the trick is to take two forks and see if the chicken shreds effortlessly. if yes, your chicken is ready. take your chicken out and chop it.

2. preparing the bell pepper and onion filling

canola oil, around 1 to 2 tbsp

one red and one yellow bell pepper, sliced

half an onion, sliced

one garlic clove, chopped

some salt, pepper, cumin seeds, (smoked) paprika

in a pan on medium high heat, heat the oil and add the cumin seeds and the smoked paprika to release the flavour for around 30 seconds. add the bell pepper and onion and sautée for a couple of minutes. add salt and pepper to taste.

3. preparing the refried black beans

canola oil (1 or 2 tbsp)

one pack or can (400g) of refried black beans (i used the isadora brand)

one can of whole black beans

half an onion, chopped

one garlic clove, chopped

cumin seeds, paprika, red pepper flakes

1/3 to 1/2 cup of chicken stock (from the aforementioned chicken preparation)

a cup of shredded cheddar

in a pan on medium heat, heat the oil and add the spices. after 30 seconds, add the chopped onion and sautée it for a minute, then add the garlic and sautée for an additional minute. add the can of black beans (washed) and sautée it while also smashing them a bit so that they aren't completely whole, then add the prepackaged refried black beans. mix it well and when it thickens, add some of the chicken stock from your pot to reach your prefered texture (not too thin but spreadable), and then add the cheddar and mix until it has melted in the preparation.

4. salsa verde

a bit of oil

500gr of salsa verde (i used the herdez brand)

half an onion, chopped

one garlic clove, chopped

1/4 cup of chicken stock

1/2 tsp of chipotle powder

in a saucepan, heat the oil and sautée the onion until translucent and add the garlic. once both are cooked but not burnt (so around 30 seconds), add the salsa verde and stir well. add the chicken stock and the chipotle powder and reserve.

5. assembling the enchiladas

200gr of shredded cheddar

8 flour tortillas (big ones)

a bit of oil

everything else you've prepared thus far

in a heated and oiled pan, fry the tortilla lightly on both sides (a couple of seconds on each side if the pan is hot). it'll bubble when it's ready. repeat the process until you've lightly fried all the tortillas.

in an oven-proof dish, ladle some of the salsa verde until it covers the bottom in a thin layer. take one tortilla, ladle a bit of salsa verde on the inside, spread a few dollops of the refried beans, add the chicken, the sautéed bell pepper/onion, and some shredded cheddar, then roll the tortilla and put it in the dish. repeat x6. another method is to dip each tortilla in the salsa verde but i found it easier this way.

once you're done, pour the rest of the salsa verde on top of your tortillas, add the rest of the cheddar and pop it in the pre-heated oven until the cheddar is melted.

serve it with sour cream and crumbled feta OR queso fresco if you can get some, and some chopped cilantro. on the side i also made guacamole and pico de gallo.

if you want to keep this vegetarian, just prep a lot more of the veggies (bell pepper, onion, beans and refried beans) and add some ricotta on the inside too. it's a little bit long and uses a lot of dishes but it's not complex and it's delicious and worth every minute spent making it! and it's a fun activity if you're making it with friends :-) hope you like it!

[blackmissfrizzle]

No One Has to Know

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Since there isn’t a lot of angel Reyes x black reader imagines going on here I was wondering if u can write a request for me that. You and angel are in a secret relationship because y’all are ten years apart and your mom( who’s mayor) finds out?? Requested by @briannab1234​

Warnings: None for this part

A/N: This was going one way and then it went another, but I hope you all enjoy!

It was a hot ass day in Santo Padre, so it was no surprise that Adrian’s raspa shop was full. Today you were accompanied with your fake group of friends (except for Bryce) aka the group of friends your mom approved of.

When your pickle raspa with chamoy and lucas was finished, you searched for an empty table, only for you to find the one table you didn’t want to sit at because of who sat next to it. The Mayans. Or more specifically Angel Reyes, your secret boyfriend. The argument from last night replayed in your head as you stared at the table.

“Why not?” You yelled, throwing down your bag.

“Because its not smart Y/N.” Angel stared at you through a cloud of cigarette smoke while you paced back and forth.

Sitting in his lap you took his cigarette and put it out. Cradling his face, you kissed him. “What’s stupid about wanting my boyfriend to be my date at my graduation party?”

Angel scrubbed his face in frustration. This argument between the two of you was becoming more frequent. You wanted to make your relationship public, but he didn’t. He didn’t want everyone else to confirm what he already thought. He didn’t want them to say he was a low life and no good for the mayor’s daughter or that he was too old for you (his 34 to your 24).

“Listen, querida we can go public another time. Just take that loser Rob and make sure he keeps his hands to himself.” Angel kissed the top of your head to end the argument.

You hit him in the chest and pushed off him. “Fuck you, Angel! If you just want me to be your little fucktoy and not your girlfriend just say so.” Before he could stop you, you were already out the door. Once again, his insecurities fucked him over.

“Hey, yo, Y/N over here!” Coco’s voice pulled you out of your head. He was pointing to the table next to him. No way you could pretend that you didn’t see the table now.

Starting your way over there Eileen grabbed your wrist to stop you. “How about we just eat them to go?” Her green eyes wide with fear.

You broke out of what she thought was an iron grip. “Its over 100 degrees outside. Trust me they won’t bite, unless,” you leaned in closer to her and dropped your voice lower. “you want them to.”

Leaving Eileen in all her white woman shock, Bryce followed you to the empty table. Both of you greeted the men at the table besides you. You barely gave any energy to Angel while Bryce gave Gilly all her attention due to her crush on him.

Eventually, your friends joined you, still wary of the Mayans. Rob sat next to you and wrapped his arm behind your seat. Angel wanted to break that arm in half.

This midday delight was less enjoyable than you wanted it to be. It was tense and not just because you weren’t talking to Angel. Your friends made it a point to ignore your Mayan friends and while the Mayans did their best to make your snotty friends uncomfortable by making the most vulgar jokes (which were hilarious by the way).

Most of the time, Bryce and you talked to the Mayans. They were by far better conversationalists. Plus, you and Coco had a lot to talk about since you were Letty’s mentor at school.

In the middle of listening to EZ tell an embarrassing story about Angel, Rob saw Angel staring at you a little too long. So, slightly he tilted your chin towards him and kissed you.

You scrambled to end the kiss. In no way shape or form you led Rob to believe you were in a relationship. Even though he was your escort to the party, you explicitly told him that y’all were going nowhere.

When the kiss ended, Angel was nowhere to be found. A great part of you wanted to dump the raspa on Rob, but you didn’t want to make a mess in Adrian’s place. Instead you punched him in the face and left the shop with a bunch of cackling Mayans and Bryce.

It didn’t take you long to find Angel. He was a couple of blocks away at his dad’s carniceria. “Angel, I-”

He held his hand up to stop you. Flicking his cigarette down, he stomped it out. “Done with your ivy league boyfriend?”

“Don’t do that. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me.”

Stepping down from the stoop, Angel got somewhat eye level with you. “You definitely let him kiss you longer than necessary.”

A black escalade rolled up, revealing up, revealing your mom behind the window. “Y/N, dear we need to get ready for the party.”

“Hi, Ms. Mayor.” Angel waved at your mom and in return she gave him a curt nod.

Patting you on your arm, Angel gave you his congratulations and returned to his father’s shop.

Once inside the car, the tirade started. ‘What did I tell you about those Mayans? Have your fun with them in private not in public.’ ‘Stay away from that Reyes boy. I don’t like how he looks at you.’ ‘You could’ve at least been hanging out with the smart one.’ ‘You should be focused on your career and Rob.’

Every line you heard before and just like every other time you were ignoring each word. Her nor Angel was going to ruin this relationship.

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“I don’t know, Pops. Maybe I should wait til she gets home, and we can celebrate together. Just the two of us.”

Felipe fixed his son’s tie. “Nonsense, Angel. You’re going to your girlfriend’s graduation party. She wants you there, son.”

“What if I embarrass her?”

“You won’t,” EZ quietly entered the room, dressed up as well. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“We?”

EZ pulled back the curtains to reveal the Mayans all in suits on their bikes. “We got your back, bro.”

Angel squeezed his brother into a tight hug. “Thanks, mano.”

“Let’s go get your girl.” EZ clapped Angel on his back.

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This had to be the most extra party ever, but extra was your mom’s middle name. All you wanted was a simple bbq, good music, drinks, and your friends. But nope this turned into an extravaganza and networking opportunity for your mom.

“You can’t be here!” You heard your mother’s voice despite her trying to keep her voice down.

Your eyes followed her voice and the sight you saw left you breathless. Angel in a dark striped suit strutting towards you with the rest of the mc in suits as well, trailing behind him.

“What are they doing here?” Rob asked with a mix of fear and disgust. He was truly a horrible person; you didn’t know how you put up with him for so long.

“He came,” you happily whispered. You shoved your champagne flute in Rob’s hands not caring that it was spilling on him. Your only goal was to get to Angel.

The dress you were wearing didn’t allow you to jump Angel like you wanted to. He could see the conflict on your face, so instead he twirled you around to fully admire the way the dress clung to your body and how it brightened the aura around you.

After your 360 turn, Angel twirled you inside his arms, grabbed the sides of your face and leaned down to kiss you. “You look beautiful, querida.” He whispered against your lips, his hand running up and down your leg exposed by the hip high slit.

“Not as good as you,” You bit your lip at the sight of Angel in a suit. His jet-black hair perfectly gelled back, his suit clinging to his body.

“Impossible. Now introduce everyone to your boyfriend.” The slap to your ass didn’t bothered you, in fact you laughed it off and began introducing Angel as the love of your life. The shocked gasps of the stuck-up residents of Santo Padre as you made the introductions did not go unnoticed by you, but you also didn’t give one flying fuck.

On the other side of the room you could not hear the most objected protest of them all. “Get him off my daughter!” The mayor ordered the president of the Mayans.

“No can do, Izzie,” Bishop smirked. Whenever he could he’d like to stick it to the mayor.

“Its Isadora,” she corrected him. “I will not allow my daughter make the same mistakes I did.”

The holier than thou act was grinding Bishop’s gears. There was a time when the mayor wasn’t a stuck-up bitch. “Watch it, Ms. Mayor. If it wasn’t for my fucked up feelings for you, I’d shoot you where you stand.”

“Obispo, please.” Her tone softer, reminiscent of the times she writhed under him. “She has a future. She has a future outside of Santo Padre. Don’t let my daughter-”

“Our daughter.” It was his turn to correct her.

Isadora sputtered. There was only one other person she told the truth to and that because she was caught, and he promised to never to tell anybody. “How did- how did you know?”

“I always suspected, but you kept her in LA with her ‘dad’ most of the time, so I couldn’t confirm until she kept popping up at the club. Easy enough to get DNA for a test.”

In all her being, Isadora wanted to slap the man. “You had no right.”

“And you had no right to keep her from me!” Bishop was upset at all the missed opportunities. You were a lovely young woman and he missed out on the chance to watch you grow up, but now he refused to stay away from you anymore.

Your yelling tore the two away. The unexpected guest getting all the attention now.

“Daddy!” Your arms encircled around the older man. His appearance was a welcomed surprise.

When he got done spinning you around, you introduced him to Angel. The three of you engaging in an animated conversation.

Isadora and Bishop watched off in the corner. Isadora in shock and Bishop in jealously.

“Tell her or I will.” Bishop threatened his old flame before he left heartbroken from seeing his daughter call another man dad.

A/N 2: Were yall ready for that surprise?

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Hey can u do each of the Quagmire triplets for ur numbered headcannons? :)

Send me the name of a character and I will tell you my:

1: sexuality headcanon

Isadora and Duncan are gay and lesbian icons, and Quigley is bi

2: otp

Viodora, Dunklaus and Quiglet (Quigley and Isadora can share Violet... she has two hands and I can multiship)

3: brotp

Klaus for Quigley and Isadora, Violet for Duncan B) Also all three with Sunny.

4: notp

Well, Kladora for starters, since I personally never got any sort of vibes from them... also Dunclet? Like... the show tried to make that a thing for no reason?

I don't have any notp for Quigley lmao

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

For all three of them - they were homeschooled. Their parents tried to put them in public school for one day, but they ended up almost getting taken by VFD so... Also that they met everyone else in the unfortunate gen as kids, but doesn't remember it. However, when they met the Baudelaires, they felt like they had met before.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

All three of them are very into writing in different ways. I can relate to that.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Nothing! They haven't done anything that has given me second hand embarrassment.

8: Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinnamon rolls for the most part <3

[zuleikasandoval]

— BASICS.

NAME: Zuleika Isadora Sandoval AGE / D.O.B.: 29 / November 16, 1992 GENDER, PRONOUNS, SEXUALITY: cisgender female, she / her, & pansexual HOMETOWN: Culiacán, Mexico AFFILIATION: Cortázar ( money launderer )  JOB POSITION: Stock Trader ( at some hella rich hedge fund ) EDUCATION: MBA in Finance ( Wharton School — U-Penn ) RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single ( laughable ) CHILDREN: none POSITIVE TRAITS: observant, resilient, ambitious, independent, intuitive, determined, extravagant, capable, thoughtful, focused, shrewd, generous, selective NEGATIVE TRAITS: self-destructive, manipulative, vindictive, stubborn, jealous, snobbish,  unforgiving, forceful, dishonest, temperamental, suspicious, selective

— PAST.

The girl is born on an exceptionally chilly November night in Culiacán, Mexico, the eldest daughter of the underboss of a prominent Mexican drug cartel. Her early life is an easy one, a charmed one, in a sprawling mansion with armed guards atop the city’s highest hill. Her formative education does not exist solely in the classroom or through private tutors, but also in the privacy of her home — when she sits atop her father’s lap as he delegates and barters until he gets precisely what he wants, she learns the persistence required for business. And, when she watches her mother swipe crimson lipstick across a perfect pout and secure a string of pearls around her neck, Zuleika learns the business required for sustenance — the power of feminine wiles to lull an object of one’s attention ( never affection ) into a false sense of security. 

At fifteen, her father’s name is attached to an international bounty, and the golden veneer of her childhood is shattered. Her mother is the first to flee, but her father takes a somewhat braver route — he contacts a counterpart based in New York, a member of the relatively new Cortázar Cartel, who forges the necessary documents to secure Zuleika a new life in the city. Her birth records are scrubbed and sanitized, the names of her parents changed to inconspicuous strangers, all trace of her origin pacified to accommodate a girl reborn. 

— PRESENT.

Whether or not it was her father’s intention, the girl is forcibly indebted to the Cartel like she’s made a blood oath — just without the scratch of proof. She understands all too well the importance of playing the wallflower, of distancing herself from even the quietest whisper of organized crime. Zuleika finds her niche in finance, in the finite solidity of numbers and the chase of negotiations. By twenty-six, she’s a prominent trader at an even more notable hedge fund, two feet planted firmly in Wall Street while the Cartel dips a hand in her moneyed pockets.

— PERSONALITY.

Just like any other financier in the city, there’s a wickedness to her, one that does not come with a palate cleanser, an excuse, or justification. Zuleika may be a chameleon of sorts, changing her colors in order to appeal to the situation at hand before going in for the kill, but there is an undercurrent of carnal spite, one she has no intention of shedding anytime soon. She simply is who she is — the fickle retribution of Aphrodite, a moral compass forever skewed anywhere but True North. 

She is equal parts snake and flower, and at times, even she cannot help biting her own tail. Her penchant for destruction isn’t boundless, per se, but the woman tends only to rein it in once she notices the venom pooling in her belly. It’s a lapse of control that she’s aware of, a cycle she can’t seem to break — and so, Zuleika has carefully constructed versions of herself to throw anyone off the scent of her self-destruction. To converse with her is to open oneself up onto a riddle as sharp as a knife. Cutting in her casual repose, she leans back and blows smoke into the face of those that address her, witty and salacious in her conversations. She can be overtly flirtatious, outright sexual at times, and enjoys challenging individuals on any topic she sees fit – simply to make someone uncomfortable, to watch them reevaluate their traditions or ideologies. A favorite pastime is playing the part of a silent decoration, only to crush her conversation partner with her own sting of knowledge and spite. Vague in her personal commitments and linked only to the Cortazár by a tenuous chain of loyalty, it’s clear that the woman has one priority above all: herself. 

— WANTED CONNECTIONS & PLOTS can be found here.

( very much a work in progress! )

— EXTRAS.

Religion: Agnostic. Raised Catholic. Complicated relationship w/religion. Political Affiliation: “I don’t believe in the Republican party or the Democratic party. I just believe in parties.” ( is in fact v liberal ) Living Arrangements: Lives alone. Language(s) Spoken: Spanish (native), English (proficient), Portuguese (conversational), Cantonese (duolingo level 1) Accent: American Face Claim: Melissa Barrera Hair Color: A natural ombre of black to medium brown. Eye color: Hazel-brown. Piercings: Two on each earlobe. Clothing Style: It’s no secret that a woman in her profession has to dress 10x nicer than her male colleagues just to walk in the room, but it helps that fashion is something she delights in. Zu particularly favors a mix of masculine / feminine, such as: lacy, flowy blouses tucked into leather trousers, well-tailored double-breasted suits in pastels and florals, an oversized men’s button-down thrown over nothing more than back-seam tights and Louboutin heels. She has a secret love of vintage fur items and makes it a point to have a front row seat at the NYFW shows. 

— HEALTH.

Sleeping Habits: Laughable at best. Tendency to oversleep or under — but she never achieves a ‘normal’ or set sleep schedule, even with her best attempts. Eating Habits: Relatively healthy. It doesn’t hurt that there are assistants running around her place of work just waiting to fetch a salad. Her claim to cooking fame is ramen noodles prepared via stove rather than microwave, so she tends to order in or go out to restaurants. Exercise Habits: Enjoys exercise, especially cardio. After particularly heated meetings at work, she tends to run on her lunch break in the nearby park. Goes dancing 2 - 5 times a week, depending on the week. Addictions: Adderall, nicotine, caffeine. Drug Use: Frequent. Preference for coke and adderall for the uppers and benzos for the come-down. Frequently smokes cigarettes. Socially smokes pot. Alcohol Use: Fairly frequent. Preference for scotch, tequila, and vodka. Hates gin. Dislikes beer. Has a distaste for champagne but drinks it socially for work events and the like. Her bar at home is stocked more than her fridge. Emotional Stability: She’s obsessive, analytic, untrusting, and vindictive, has an addictive personality, and tends towards self-destruction when things go wrong. Has attempted therapy all of one (1) time and hated it, but should definitely go back. Solid rating of 6 / 10. Sociability: She’s an extrovert that enjoys social interaction without the depth — or, alternatively, an introvert who thrives off of a receiving attention so long as it means she doesn’t have to reveal her cards. That being said, Zu requires solitary time to recharge, and forges true friendships with very few people. Has a tendency to destroy things when she feels someone getting too close. In general settings, she’s gregarious and charming, intriguing and conversational, but in closer situations, ehh.... Depends on the person.

[publicabsent]

she doesn't know where she is -- is it the house of ash & hate, or the house of bone & flesh? that icy feeling has encased her ribcage, giving her the feeling of breathing in ice crystals & breathing out copper snowflakes. (if she were home, she'd probably set her hand against something hot - or cold - or sharp. something to draw her back into the here & now. but there's no such trick here. she isn't in any world enough to find one.) her face is pale, eyes wide & only barely blinking. deep in her mind, she hears isadora: running, you coward? poor creature -- poor creature. she remembers the stairs - the hands - the hands --

two hands catch her face, alive hands. she flinches, no different than any other touch, only this time with the fear of a prey animal. she still isn't quite sure where she is, but she isn't alone. the medium manages to focus for a moment, eyes locking onto leland in a flash of clarity. "th -- there a-are so m - many d-d-dead pe - peop-ple -- i ... they -- they're screaming. still." eyebrows pinch together, the focus suddenly gone again. shaking hands keep themselves pressed against her side, though she remains stagnant. over the course of this nightmare, she's managed to dull out the sound of the screaming -- it's little more than a ringing in her ears, only clarifying in moments of panic. she catches snatches of words, flashes of the undying fear, but little else.

"h-he said -- said - th-they'd ... u-use my - my b-bon-nes -- i-it's -- it's jus-st like --" a proper, choked sob, her bloodied hands moving instinctively to grasp at leland's wrists, the pain of her hitched breathing far away. she'd always figured she was going to die alone & never be found. she just never expected the culprit to be someone alive.

crouched in front of her, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, just now. he had just found her, trembling and hysterical, curled into herself and hiding a bleeding wound in her side. and he doesn't know first-aid, like connie does — just knows the stuff she's muttering must be from shock, pure and simple.

❝ — nettie, hey. you're okay. you're alright, see? s'just me, don't freak out. ❞ look around, mckinney. what a stupid thing to ask of her. you're scared as hell, too. scared worse, maybe, by the fragments of words he could discern between annette's sobs. and even if those people weren't upon them right now, they would be soon.

careful, without moving too quick, he places hands on either side of her face, trying to catch her disconnected gaze. ��� you're okay. just keep your hand pressed there, and — just try 'n breathe, right? ❞ here he is patiently coaching her, while his own breath drags in and out of him like a death rattle, and twinges at broken ribs each time. god, he doesn't want to terrify her worse — but he'd guess he's not much prettier to look at, all a mess of old-and-new blood.

he makes a pained, hesitant sound; ❝ we're still... nowhere good. ❞ he admits, shifting on his heels to give the room they're in a good look. some kind of cellar, maybe, but it smelled like rot, and death. everything in this house did. ❝ we-we gotta get up now, okay? i-i know it hurts, i know. but we gotta keep moving. think we can make it out, b-but i need you here with me, okay? ❞

[kiwibomb]

When u didn't greet him, he withdrew his hand and looked away at Kibum, who, noticing a tension in the air, spoke happily.

- Isadora, i missed u, u disappeared. We shouldn't have split up.

It's a been weird since he said that looking directly at u and then looking at Taemin.

- Can we join with u guys? Kibum asks.

Shownu turns away, he looks angry.

Before Kibum finished pulling out the chair, Taemin tells them to comeback because they're in a hurry. And don't wait for Kibum, who has to run after him.

You seem to have been punched in the stomach because of these sudden events. And when u feels ready to say something to Shownu, he says first:

- You lied to me.

not taekey showing up just to make my date awkward and then leaving!!!! i hate them!!! jdhdjh but omg i am imagining kibum wanting to join us and even pulling a chair and thats so funny jdbdjdvdjv i understand shownu getting angry though, i would too. but why did i lied??? i didnt, i never lie :/

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Ah here we go then!

*rubs hands like supervillain*

So for context I have this milf witch oc I've been working on and her name is Isadora Le Rouge, the Le Rouge part is just because she wears a lot of red but please use your imagination, and she's the most powerful witch but decided to give up that life to start a bakery and care for her familiar/daughter Elijah

And God do I want her to ruin me

Women make me go fucking brainless

Like what I've been thinking about is Isadora coming in the room after putting Elijah to sleep and I have this very pretty lingerie set on

And her eyes light up, smoldering with the flames of desire, and she saunters over to me

"What's all this doll?" She'd let her hand trail up my thigh slowly and smirk when I snap them shut subconsciously. "This all for me?"

"Of course," I breathe out, sighing as her lips kiss and nip down my neck. "Work so hard, deserve a treat."

I tug at her clothes, eager to have her body pressed against mine, but she pins my hands above my head

Her lips continue to trail downward and I squirm as she ghosts over my breasts

"Ah," She'd coo, cast a spell to tie my wrists to the headboard as she mouthed over my clothed nipples. "Daddy wants to take things nice and slow. I wanna enjoy my treat~"

Or she has me spread out on the bed in front of the window, fingering my sloppy pussy and making me gush for anyone who looks in, degrades me for being so wet

Just ugh

✨Milf✨

✨Women✨

UGH WOMEN INDEED 😩💨😩💨😩💨😩💨😩

I swear im not gay but women with a dominant aura do something to me 🤤

Like YAS QUEEN U SHOW 'EM!!! 📣📣📣📣📣

Ugghh power mode too effective 👌👌👌👌👌

[shutupaboutandraste]

helloooo i know nothing abt ur ocs so go ahead and tell me everything u want ppl to know abt them! also, what’s are their favorite colors?

🤩

Ahhhh thank you for the ask!! I'm gonna go for the ones I have the most fleshed out bc I have... way more than I should.

Got really long so, under the cut!

Wardens

Isadora Cousland - 7ft. Tall Warden-Queen. Alistair romance. Relies heavily on intimidation, especially with people she doesn't like, but is overall a good person. Once broke Thomas Howe's nose for calling her "Her father's half-qun bastard"-- proceeded to become fascinated with the Qunari and solidified her becoming a warrior. Tends to rush into things without a plan. Radically pro-elf and pro-mage. I made up a whole religion based on what we know of Avaar's religion and some irl Celtic inspired mythos for her bc I couldn't see her being fully agnostic but she can't stand the Chantry. Oghren taught her how to be a berserker. Sten and her are platonic kadans. Her favorite color is dark blue!

Michai Surana- As feral as Isadora, but keeps it more or less contained-- very good at The Game and knowing when to speak to his advantage. Incredibly intelligent and gets frustrated if he's outsmarted. Did call Cailin a shem to his face though. Alistair romance (he was my first bi mod) and helps his dear King in court. I have a whole tragic backstory about his first romantic relationship with Cullen that ended in tragedy (bc of the Kinloch stuff). In response, he decided to become everything Cullen would hate-- he outsmarts the desire demon and becomes a blood mage and then studies as an arcane warrior. Extremely close with Anders. Kieran is his son and he and Morrigan are actually very good friends who judge people together. His favorite color is goldenrod.

Jacobi Amell - Extremely shy and soft spoken spirit healer. Considers himself Wynne's apprentice. Immensely kind and empathic, cries easily when something is emotionally moving. Alistair and him are platonic soul mates. They are every bro meme. They are ride or die. Zevran marries Jacobi and basically gets Alistair as an eternal third wheel. Keeps Alistair a Warden and chooses to trust Anora. His favorite color is purple.

Hawkes

Garrett Hawke - Is Garrett really an OC? I feel like the standard purple mage Hawke is kind of his own character but he is a Fenris-mancer Force mage. Carver becomes a Grey Warden (and Isadora's right hand man!) and, while he sends Anders away, he spares him. Grows to regret that as Anders was part of his found family. His favorite color is also purple, based on his personality!

Ash Hawke - Oh Ash. Ash is non-binary mage who is starts purple but has an easy to switch to red temper. They are a force mage mainly. They were super close with Carver growing up and is fiercely protective of him. After they encounter Corypheous, they decide to leave Carver behind when they go to the Deeproads. Rivals Aveline as they blame her for Carver signing up with the Templars bc of her actions that barred him from the guard. Romances Fenris at first, but doesn't wait for him as they're not that kind of person. Ends up romancing Anders and approves of the Chantry explosion. Later, Fenhanders gets together around Post-Inquistion Era. Their favorite color is red.

Aurora Hawke - So. I tend to favor purple mage Hawke and Aurora is no different. Aurora is very good at pretending to be a proper lady like Leandra wants, but she's extremely raunchy and loud with her friends. Somehow, Sebastian falls for this-- though, they are a rivalmance that gets broken when Aurora spares Anders. Another Templar Carver timeline and you can see this and her featured in my fic Winter Rains if you like Canders. She does get left in the Fade. Her favorite color is a fiery orange.

Aingheal Hawke - I'm including her bc while she's less fleshed out, she's my warrior Hawke. Fiercely protective of her sister Bethany who ends up in the circle as well as her wife Merrill. While she sides with the mages, she kills Anders in an effort to keep them safe which... like none of my other Hawkes do. Her favorite color is black.

Inquisitors

Shiva Cadash - From hardened killer to long suffering mom friend. Dwarf dual-wielding rogue. Shiva was trained to be an assassin from birth and doesn't know how to really relate to people at first. Varric especially helps her learn to be a person. She grows close with Cole, Dorian, Varric, and Bull but Vivienne becomes like a sister to her, with Vivienne buying Shiva her first dress something she never had before. Vivienne does end up becoming Divine. At first she has a strange relationship with Solas who isn't interested in her that way and eventually she pulls away as she catches on to his "even though you're a dwarf" attitude towards her. To both her surprise and his, she and Blackwall fall in love. Her favorite color is emerald green.

Asaara Adaar - Asaara lies about his origin, honestly. While he is Tal-Voshoth, his Tamarassan discovered he was a sarebaas at a very young age. She steals him and another imekari who was always protective of him away and names them Asaara and Arug (Arug is actually my friend's Inquisitor!). She marries another Tal-Voshoth who becomes their father. Is smart and hates being considered stupid and will verbally rip people a new one. Everything about Asaara's story tends to be about first impressions vs reality. On principle, he likes Solas and despises Cullen when they first meet. Iron Bull and him don't exactly get along at first. Dorian and him get off on a rocky start being a Qunari and a Tevinter. So on and so forth. But as he gets to know everyone and see their true colors, his opinions change and he even falls in love with Dorian. His favorite colors are turquoise and mauve.

[isadcrajade]

💀 * [ barbie ferreira + cis female + she/her ] —— have you met isadora oliveira ? they are a twenty-one year old sophomore currently studying fashion design & merchandising. they live on keating house, and word around campus is that this aries is loyal + warm, as well as self-objectifying + obsequious. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. chocolate covered strawberries, gothic platforms, lingerie under leather jackets.

hiii bbies it’s me (gabby) finally here again to post this finalized, messy version of isa’s intro! she’s a brand new never-been-played muse of mine so it’s def bound to be a bit more scattered & less developed than ezra’s, but also much shorter? so i mean there’s a bonus lmao alright here we go:

so isadora (also known by many nicknames such as isa, izzy, iz, & dora the explora if ur trying to piss her off vgbjhksjs) was definitely not brought up in a world of prestige and recognition like the one she’s become so accustomed to in attending holloway university

growing up in the small town of lisbon, maine the only reality isa knew during her childhood was that of living as the only child of a woman who was (TW) both a compulsive liar & and compulsive hoarder. their house was floor to ceiling with things her mom collected as well as garbage built up over time- her condition had already driven isa’s father out of the house when she was just three years old, and she never had a relationship with him as a result

she was still fairly young when she realized the true severity of her own situation, just how abnormal it was compared to that of her friends. she missed out on so many rights of passage during her upbringing like birthday parties, sleepovers, etc. for much of her life her own living space / bedroom were just as bad off as the rest of the house, given her mom’s inability to keep from passing her hoarding tendencies onto her daughter. isa simply didn’t know any better at the time. to her, that was normal.

not only was her mom a compulsive liar & hoarder but she was also extremely neglectful, often leaving isa to her own devices in the dangerous environment they called home. as a result of this she (TW ED) developed harmful coping mechanisms surrounding food, regularly overeating to combat negative feelings of loneliness, and this went on from the time she was just a little girl all the way until she was in high school

high school was rough in many ways- she suffered depression, anxiety, experienced bullying at the hands of the more popular kids for her weight & her mother’s financial situation, and was all around extremely isolated from her peers- the only person she really had to depend on was her cousin (WC) . she had so much respect and envy for her cousin, they had more of a sisterly dynamic than anything, she was just so gorgeous and everything she did just seemed so effortless, to the point isa couldn’t help but idolize her and consider her a best friend. 

like, remember when spongebob said he hoped that by being in squidward’s presence some of his artistic ability would rub off onto him? that was deadass isa & (WC) in high school jhbksnjs my girl was so sure if she just spent enough time with her she’d inherit some of her pretty & cool

high school was also where she reached a turning point when it came to her home environment, able to put a name to her mom’s condition after years of struggling with her strained and toxic relationship with her mom, and ultimately changed the rest of her life. she stayed the night at (WC’s) one night and after she fell asleep, isa stayed up watching TLC- it was there that she first discovered the TV show ‘hoarding: buried alive’ and realized there was a name for her mother’s infliction- but more importantly, learned that there was help available for her condition

when she went home to excitedly tell her mother that she’d basically discovered a cure, a means to change everything for them... she certainly hadn’t been expecting the reaction that came: her mom, who’d always been so indifferent toward her, so lethargic and uninterested in what she had to say, was suddenly listening very clearly- and she was not happy. isa had never heard her mom scream like that, had never really heard her express any heightened emotion, but it was in that moment at 17 years old, just a few weeks away from her 18th birthday, that she realized what she needed to do. she had no choice but to make plans to leave her mom behind.

the final weeks leading up to the big day she was counting on as a turning point consisted of her cleaning out her own space, little by little, enough that she had somewhere to set up her secondhand laptop and webcam. blowing out the candles on her 18th birthday cake came with wishing for a whole new life, and she was determined to make that for herself by any means necessary.

(TW SEX WORK) isa spent half her 18th year in her room working as a successful camgirl, showing everything but her face, & of course always being careful not to dox herself. she eventually earned enough money to start buying herself nicer clothes, but it didn’t take her long to realize she wanted more from life than just rotting away in her hometown. she bought herself a higher quality webcam to keep making money... and a nice sewing machine, something she’d always dreamed of owning. 

all her life she’d been drawing and sketching as a means of escapism, it’d always been therapeutic to her to be creative and conjure up unique designs for outfits in her mind, drawing models in all shapes and sizes to represent her fantasy outfits. but she never felt like a visionary, even though anyone with an eye for fashion who got a look at her work could see that she had the natural talent and potential to be. 

isa had been an a straight-A student her whole life despite having almost no support at home from her mother growing up, and with plenty of encouragement from (cousin WC), she plucked up the courage and applied for holloway university, with ivory falls being far enough from her hometown of lisbon, but still in the same state so that she could go and see her mother from time to time (bc although their relationship is quite strained now, she still loves and worries about her)

the next summer she received her acceptance letter at holloway u for the coming fall semester, and the fact that she’d been able to make it into such a prestigious school made her feel so proud of herself that she completely underwent a massive arc of character development; evolving into someone so much more confident. realizing that plenty of people found her desirable as she continued to earn money through cam shows had been part of that transformation, but realizing she was talented enough to get accepted into the fashion design and merchandising program at her dream school had a completely different effect on her. 

( TW BODY IMAGE ISSUES ) isa decided that as she entered college, she was no longer going to be the meek, insecure girl constantly playing the role of the doting, loyal fat best friend to the ‘prettier main characters’ she’d always been sidekick to- she told herself that she was the main fucking character in her life from here on, and has spent her entire college experience up to this point just,, navigating as she figures out what that really means to her

still has a terrible underlying tendency to be overly-loyal and a bit obsessive with girls she closely befriends, if she has any kind of jealousy towards them. but ! is a lot more confident than she used to be, and it shows in the way she dresses and carries herself, as well as in her long-term goals (to transfer to FIDM for her final years of university)

( TW ED MENTION ) as a young adult, she’s mostly she’s replaced the compulsion to deal with her body image issues by using food to cope that she had as a teenager... by using sex to cope instead, so she’s definitely a bit promiscuous but does her best to keep that Her Own business 

personality-wise she has a massive heart & is loyal to a fault but is also wild AF & loves a good time! never rly dabbled in drugs until she got to college but since then has acquired an interest in trying everything under the sun, even if it’s just one and done. mostly though she just likes to get really drunk & stupid. used to feel like she was constantly living in her cousin’s shadow, & in some ways she still does, but she’s trying hard to make herself believe that she’s reached a place where she won’t be playing second fiddle to anyone, ever again

i’m gonna shut the hell up now & stop pretending i know this character better than i do bc i deadass do not jbhnjss like she’s literally brand new so lemme go head & leave plenty of room for development!

same story as ezra i’ll have a full connections page posted for her soon but in the meantime some ideas i have are: friends, frienemies, ex friends, high school bullies, classmates, old high school friends, people she gets fuckt up with on the reg, people she hooks up with on the reg (any gender, she’s bisexual / biromantic), someone she had a crush on in high school / has pined for from afar maybe?? someone who used to watch her cam shows?? someone she almost kinda dated but Not? someone who she hooked up with while they were dating someone else?? idk that’s what i have for now but there’ll be more where that came from <3 xoxo like this or hmu !