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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

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pepper-luv · 3 months

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🌼~No Regrets~🌼

This is a tickle fic! If that's not your cup of ☕, ignore this!

Lee!reader x Ler!Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

NSFW and 26+ DNI! 🫶

Reader decides to pull a little prank on Adam, thinking it would be "funny". Adam, thankfully unfortunately,does not quite agree.

unedited, good luck soldier 🫡

You smile as you look at your finished work. Yet again, Adam fell asleep in a meeting, and Sera was too fed up with his bullshit to even bother trying to wake him up. He slept through the meeting, and now lays down on the table with drool pooling out of his mouth and your artwork displayed in sharpie on his face.

You try to stifle a laugh at the sight of his new, jet-black and 2d mustache. Of course, he could always cover it up with his mask, which is why it is now in your possession. He fell asleep on the table without properly securing his mask, of course, so when it fell off in his sleep, how could you resist?

You decide to get out of there before he wakes up and tries to murder you for your artwork. Snatching the mask off the table (and your sharpie, lest he decide to 'beautify' your face aswell), and are almost at the door when you hear a sleepy groan from behind you. Slowly turning your head, you see Adam rubbing his eyes and wiping the drool from his mouth on the corner of his sleeve. Fuck.

"It's finally over?" he asks sleepily, trying to look for his mask with squinty tired eyes and patting around the table. Once his eyes adjust to the light, he looks up at you. "Whatta ya got my mask for, sugar tits? Give it!" You stare at him, pressing your lips tightly together in an attempt to hide your laughter. He looks ridiculous with the sharpie on his face, and it's even funnier that he hasn't seen it yet.

"But everyone wants to see the gorgeous face of Adam, the original man!" You exclaim with fake admiration. He rolls his eyes.

"Of course they do, sweetcheeks, I'm the original dick! They gotta earn seeing the dickmaster's face. Now gimme my mask!" he grumbles, standing up and walking towards you. You flash him a quick grin before sprinting out the door, slamming it in his face and giggling. You quickly dash to your room, running into the bathroom and hiding behind the shower curtain. It's better than the closet or under the bed, those are easy spots!

You try not to laugh as you hear Adam barge in, not bothering to knock. "Where the hell are you? Gimme my mask!"

You hear his footsteps sound on the tile of the bathroom, and suddenly come to a stop. He's silent. You've never heard him be this quiet in your life, and you don't know whether to laugh or be afraid.

"You drew. On the ORIGINAL DICK'S FACE. With MARKER?" He exclaims, and you can't hold your laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you giggle. The shower curtain comes flying open, and you slide down the wall, giggling on the floor. He towers over you, a mix of fury and bafflement on his face.

"Aha- Adam, I'm sohohorry! It's just- funny!" You manage to giggle out, dying laughing at his decorated face and baffled expression. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow as he snatches you up from the shower floor. Your eyes widen as he carries you into your bedroom and tosses you on the bed. Suddenly, you feel his fingers scribbling all over your ribs.

"You wanna laugh? Hmm? Yeah, you wanna laugh? Go on, let it out!" He mocks at you, grinning at your desperate giggles and squirms.

"NAHA- Nahaha Adam!! I'm sahaharry!" you squeal, wiggling around in an attempt to escape his torturous fingers.

"It's your own fault for messing with the dickmaster!" he responds, switching between drilling his fingertips against your stomach and in between your ribs in an unpredictable sequence.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" your giggles echo throughout the bedroom, and you look up at him to see his grin. He looks like he's having fun, despite the sharpie art across his face.

"Oh come on, you can handle it, sugar tits!" he teases, adjusting himself so that he's hovering over your belly. Your eyes widen as he smirks down at you.

"No- no, Adam, plehehease! Have mercy!" You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes through giggles.

"But you love this face sooo much, you even put your artwork on it! I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I just used it to..." he brings his face down to your belly, nuzzling his stubble into your ticklish skin.

"NAHAhaha!!! Adam!" You squeal, eyes becoming big as saucers as you feel him taking a deep breath against your belly. "Adam- don't you dare.." But he doesn't listen, making you nearly scream with laughter as he blows a big ass raspberry against your belly. "ADAHAHAM!!"

"Aww, what's the matter sweetcheeks? Can't handle it?" He teases, blowing raspberry after raspberry all over your ticklish skin. By now you're a giggly mess, squirming and shaking with laughter as he finally relents his torture on your belly.

"Look at ya, all red and blushy!" he smirks, going back to his fingers' torture on your ribs. The tickles make you giggle uncontrollably, pushing at his chest and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Finally, you manage to roll out of his grasp, and straight off the bed. You tumble onto the floor with a thud, making him laugh as you let out an "OUCH!" and try to catch your breath on the floor.

You eventually drag yourself up off the ground, glowering at the sight of Adam laughing his ass off. "Having fun, shitface?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking and wiggling his fingers at you, making you shrink back. "Okay, okay!"

"Regret your decision to mess with the original dick?" he taunts, and you grin at him.

"Nahh, I don't do regrets- and anyway, it was SO worth it." you respond. He steps towards you, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh, you want a round two, don't cha sugar tits?" he mocks, making you back against the wall, blushing.

Worth it.

#tickle content #tickle ideas #tickle thoughts #tickle scenarios #tickle fic #tickle fluff #tword community #sfw twords #tword content #tword blog #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!reader #ler!adam #hazbin hotel adam

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 4 days

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Ok, I have a hard question for you.

Let's say you are a young, single Rohirrim woman in Edoras.

Assuming that they're all at an acceptable age for you, none of them have partners yet, and as far as you know nobody's orientation is incompatible with yours.

Who do you fall: Théodred, Éomer, Háma, Guthláf, or Wídfara?

And why? 🤭😍

AUGH!!! This is the MOST torturous question I can imagine! As you know, I like to write all my best guys as wonderful human beings, and so it’s excruciating to pick among them because they’re all intentionally made to be the kinds of men I want in my life.

I tried and failed to make good decisions based on their positive traits because I couldn’t decide how to weigh those traits against each other. There’s the guy I relate to the most personally (Wíd), the one who I think would most help me realize my full potential (Théodred), the one who is the most forward thinking and progressive (Háma), the one who is so hot and full of charisma that I want to climb him like a tree (Guthláf). I just can’t decide.

So if I couldn’t distinguish among their pros, I went by process of elimination on their cons. In all honesty, Wid is probably TOO much like me and the powers of our combined anxiety would overwhelm the world. I’ve got no desire to deal with the stresses and constraints of being part of a royal family, so that takes out the cousins. And although I literally wrote Guthláf as a man I’d absolutely fall in love with, it’s still the case that his job is exceptionally dangerous and likely to lead to his death, which I couldn’t handle.

And that leaves Háma, who I couldn’t be happier with. A fundamentally decent and kind person with an open mind, progressive values and sound judgment. A regular guy who still achieves big things because he’s smart and loyal and thinks for himself. A guy who spends most of his days standing guard at a door so he’s relatively safe unless/until there’s a once-in-an-age existential war. A guy who looks handsome in a uniform, whether you prefer the burly bear of a man from the movies or the sleeker, more elegant version of him from my favorite fan art.

So, Háma. Final answer!

#answered asks #gleefully difficult questions!#háma my king #théodred #wídfara #guthláf #éomer #rohirrim #lotr

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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How Things Fall Apart

Zuko liked to believe that Mai had loved him once. At least, she had once loved a version of him. When he failed to live up to that image she'd built up in his head, all pretext of affection faded in short order.

It wasn't all Mai's fault, Zuko conceded. He had learned to ask her what exactly she wanted as gifts, but he still managed to disappoint. One year, he hadn't been able to afford to replace the diamond bracelet she'd lost during a vacation to Ember Island, so he'd gotten her what he thought was a lovely bracelet with a cheaper alternative stone (the Fire Nation was weathering an inflation crisis, and Zuko thought it would be gauche to spend so much money on the high quality gems imported from the Earth Kingdom instead of increasing the palace staff's salary). Another year, when the country was in a better place financially, Zuko splurged on a new set of throwing knives crafted by the finest blacksmiths under Master Piando's direction. Mai hadn't wanted more steel blades. She wanted the black blades crafted from the meteorite the Southern Tribe's prince had gifted Piando (Zuko's correction about Sokka not being a prince went unheard). It didn't matter that Piando had already made plans on how to use that stone, Zuko was the Fire Lord, and that should mean something. Zuko could do nothing right by Mai. She had still not forgiven him for getting rid of the stately palanquins.

After the birth of their first, and as it would turn out, only child, Mai became more distant. It was an improvement, Zuko told himself philosophically, over shouting matches and heavy objects being thrown at him (Mai never threw a blade at him, and she always made sure whatever she threw hit the wall and not Zuko. He was, after all, the Fire Lord). As long as Mai had access to the royal coffers, relative peace was kept. Zuko was certain that she had at least one lover, but he was content to ignore it, as long as Mai kept up a reasonable amount of discretion. Instability in the Fire Nation's royal family could have far reaching consequences, after all.

Iroh, ever the optimistic presence in Zuko's life, told his nephew about an art practiced in certain parts of the Fire Nation called kintsugi. Instead of throwing away broken things, the artists would carefully gather the broken parts and using a mixture of gold dust and lacquer, piece the broken things back together. The finished products often looked more beautiful than the original. Zuko thought he understood. Finally, fifteen years after he ascended the throne, eleven years after becoming a husband, and seven years after becoming a father, Zuko and the Fire Nation found a sense of equilibrium. The Fire Nation's economy had begun to right itself; a new curriculum designed to fight the decades of propaganda had been approved and implemented; feasible reparation agreements had been reached with the countries most damaged by the war and colonialism. Zuko and Mai only spoke when necessary for public appearances and state functions, and Izumi was growing into a precocious, inquisitive and imaginative child, to say nothing of her firebending prowess. If Zuko's daughter felt the absence of her mother, she hid it very well. Then one day, the peaceful existence Zuko had carved for himself and his child was shattered.

Mai's death was sudden and jarring. Zuko hadn't known anything was wrong until late that night, when a servant, disheveled and out of breath from sprinting to Zuko's chambers from hers, told him that a physician had been called for the Fire Lady, but the outlook was grim.

Officially, Mai had died after suffering from a hemorrhage caused by the miscarriage of her second child. While a few errant rumors floated around for a few months afterwards, the truth (that the child Mai was carrying wasn't Zuko's, and the miscarriage was intentional) was known to only a handful of Zuko's most trusted friends and family. Zuko grieved, though perhaps not as might be expected of a widower suddenly left alone to raise a child. He mourned what might have been if they hadn't married; mourned the family life he would never be able to give his daughter; mourned the lack of a partner who would stand at his side and help him move the country towards a more progressive, inclusive future. Most of all, he mourned the death of his hope of having anything better for himself.

Zuko didn't wallow, though. As little hope as he had left for his own prospects, he wanted Izumi to retain her own bright outlook for the future. He would have some help there with the expected arrival of Katara and her two children. It would be good, Zuko thought, for his daughter to have friends her age. As it would turn out, it was good for Zuko to have a friend around, too. When she stepped off the boat, clothed in a gauzy gold fabric gifted to her by the queen of Omashu, Zuko felt the weight in his heart lighten for the first time in years.

Follow up to Severing the Tie

Next, How Do You Mend?

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gamerbearmira · 9 months

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Christmas...but...sad...

HEY GUYSSSSS I SAID. ANGST AND FLUFF. WELL HERES THE HURT/COMFORT.

This took me a lot longer because I was also writing the other one, and I did some quick art before I left. Currently??? Its almost done, so I'll post it a bit later. But for now have this <\\\\333

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The remaining members of the Madrigal family sat in the now desolate Casita. The snow whirled around outside, and the walls of the house d Wid little to shield those within. The candle was melting, almost on its last leg. Casita had almost no magic, its movements old. Antonio shuddered, his small body shaking as he looked up at his older sister. Dolores pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him in a poor attempt to keep him warm. Isabela and Mirabel were curled up together, trying to keep each other warm. The gifts had long since faded and disappeared, and they were left with nothing. Luisa sat next to Camilo, who huddled underneath his poncho, though he was just as cold as before.

Dolores frowned as she felt Antonio grab her hand. His little hands were freezing, shivering in the cold winter air. They were stiff, and it was clear he had some form of frostbite. He was still so cold.

The six tried to huddle closer, trying to form some kind of body heat. The melting candle offered no warmth, and the little light it gave was dying slowly. It was only a matter of time at this point.

Luisa, not wanting anyone to remain cold, had an idea. Using the last of her strength, she scooped up her hermanas and her primis. Her arms wrapped around them, shielding them from the snow falling through the roof and the cold air that only seemed to grow more.

No words were said as they sat there. Their eyes stayed on the candle, though occasionally they would drift towards each other or the pictures on the wall that were covered in frost. The pictures of the family they once were, that they once had. But it seemed like they were now being punished, and they couldn't do anything about it. All they could do was pray the storm would end, biding their time.

It seemed like it had been hours. It could have been, not that they could tell. Their perception of time was long gone; all the clocks had frozen. Antonio was barely moving, his eyes glazed over. The only thing that even indicated his still being there was his breath in the cold air. But even that was staggering.

"Lola..." Antonio looked up at Dolores, who had been holding him. But it wasn't lost on the other four that Antonio wasn't going to last much longer. They couldn't help but look at him with glassy eyes.

"Yes, Toñito?" Dolores asked, trying to hide the breaking in her voice.

"I'm...so tired. I know you said not to but...I wanna go to sleep," Antonio said, curling closer to the group huddle. His eyelids kept falling, lower and lower, and he was failing to keep them up.

Dolores felt a lump form in her throat, and she looked down at Antonio. As much as she wanted him to remain awake, she knew he was probably in pain, and he wouldn't even last the night had to go to sleep at one point anyway.

"Ok, Antonio. You...you can go to sleep," Dolores said, her voice finally cracking. The others watched on with tears in their eyes that threatened to fall. Antonio looked at them confused, his child's mind not understanding what was happening.

"Why are you crying? I'm not going anywhere," Antonio closed his eyes, his breathing slowing. "I promise...it's only for a little while. Buenos noches."

The other five watched him, his breathing slowing more and more. They hoped he had a good dream, and hoped he joined the rest of the family and got away from the cold.

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Antonio looked around. He was in Casita. It looked...normal though. Before the storm. Before the magic died.

"Hello?" He called, suddenly feeling a lot warmer. But he felt alone. He didn't know where everyone was. He wondered if his siblings or primas were here. It was over, the storm was over, so...where were they?

"Antonio?" Antonio turned around, hearing a familiar voice. "Is that you?"

"¡Papá!" Antonio exclaimed with a smile, running into Félix's arms. The man picked his son up, smiling, though confused.

"Y-You're here? Already?" Felíx asked and Antonio looked at him in innocence.

"What do you mean?" Antonio asked. Felíx's eyebrows raised as he realized what Antonio had said. He didn't understand. But something in Felíx told him not to tell the small boy.

"Don't worry about it mijo. Why don't we go meet the others while we wait for your primas and hermanos," Felíx suggested and Antonio cheered. He hugged his father close, feeling warm as he was carried away into a strange light.

Dolores didn't let go of Antonio. He was so cold, and so still. And she still didn't let go. None of them did. They refused to let of him, of each other. Now more than ever, they needed to stay. They couldn't let themselves be alone, not now, not ever.

The candle was getting lower and lower. The light was dying. The magic was too, and with it, the snowstorm was only getting stronger. What was left of Casita was falling apart. The wood was falling away, the age showing. More snow piled in, and it was clear the house might not make the night.

"Get closer," Isabela said, and the all got even closer, if that was possible. Luisa's large arms were still wrapped around them, taking the brunt of the storm. Snow piled on her, though she could no longer feel the cold sleet melting through her dress and onto her skin.

Her eyelashes were frosted, and she blinked, her eyes growing blurry. She teared up but didn't let any fall. Not that she could. It seemed like they were freezing on the spot. She knew. But she didn't tell them.

"I love you guys. And I'll always protect you," Luisa said softly, her voice faint, a stark contrast to what it used to be.

Mirabel clung to her older sister's arm. "We love you too Luisa," she murmured, the other 3 mumbling the same sentiment.

It took a moment. Only a moment. But Mirabel realized that she got no response. Usually Luisa, even in their current predicament, would always respond with something about loving them more. But she didn't. She said nothing. Mirabel couldn't hear anything. Though her glasses were covered in frost, she managed to shakily squeeze Luisa's hand.

Luisa's hand remained still.

"L-Luisa?" Mirabel said through chattering teeth, looking up at her sister, who was still hugging them. Mirabel swore her breath left her when she saw Luisa's face. It was still. There was a small smile, but that was it. Her eyes, they were open, low-lidded. But she didn't blink.

"Luisa?"

Luisa blinked away her grogginess, groaning softly as she sat up. She was still on the floor, but her arms were empty. Before she could panic, she caught a glimpse of socks. Socks only worn by one person she knew.

"Papá?" Luisa said unsurely, looking up. Agustín stood there, looking nothing like he did the last time she saw him. He looked like he did any other day. He helped her up, a bright smile on his face as he greeted her.

"Hola mija," he said softly, and Luisa stared at him. She looked around once more before realizing what happened. Tears well up in her eyes, and Agustín quickly pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into his shoulder, apologizing over and over again.

"I couldn't protect them...I'm so sorry..." She said between sobs, and Agustín stood there holding her. After she had calmed down some, he pulled her back.

"Luisa. It's not your fault. None of this is. And you don't have to worry anymore, ok?" He reassured her. Luisa sniffed, looking down before nodding. "You did all you could, and that is more than enough. Now, come on. The others are waiting."

Luisa held her father's hand, and he guided her into the soft and strangely comforting light.

Four. There were only four of them now. And with Luisa having joined the rest of the family, they knew that it was only a matter of time before the rest of them went as well. It was a waiting game, one that they wanted no part up, but had no choice but to play in.

The candle wax melted slowly. So slowly, it was almost painful to watch. But they had nothing better to do. It provided no warmth and barely any light. Because of that, they had no reason to make any effort to keep it lit. Besides, without their abuela, there was no point in trying.

"You know flowers don't last very long in the cold," Isabela said, attempting to laugh, though she failed miserably. "And neither will I. Not for much longer."

"Isa? What are you saying?" Dolores asked, and Mirabel was already crying at Isabela's implication.

Isabela simply smiled at Dolores, before finally speaking. "I mean," she said, leaning against Luisa, the fatigue in her eyes obvious. "I'm going to go to sleep too."

Mirabel did her best to move forward, grabbing onto Isabela's hands. "No, no, Isa, you can't," she said, her voice breaking, the cold tears streaming down her face. "D-Don't leave me, Isa, please, you...you can't."

Isabela cupped Mirabel's face, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry Mira. But I can't...I can't fight anymore. I love you."

Mirabel desperately tried to get Isabela to wake up. She did. But she just stayed still, her eyes closed as she leaned against Luisa's still body. It took forever to get away, and Mirabel cried, Camilo holding her close in an attempt to comfort her, knowing both her sisters were gone.

Isabela looked around at the kitchen she had woken up in. It was Casota's kitchen. Of course, it wasn't covered in snow, and everything was still intact. Which confused her. And last she knew she was in the corner of the candle room watching the candle die after saying goodbye to her sister.

Isabela's eyes widened as she covered her mouth. "Am I dead?"

Before Isabela could even attempt to panic she felt a warm hand grab her own, and she was turned around. His eyes widened when she saw Julieta's warm smile as she looked at her daughter. Isabela could hardly believe her eyes when she saw her.

"Hola Isabela," she said softly, the same soft voice she had missed so much. "Are you hungry?" Isabela looked down and saw an arepa in her hand. It was warm, fresh off the stove.

She hesitantly took a bite. As soon as she did, tears streamed down her face, and Julieta held her close, guiding her towards the soft light. "Come on mija. It's ok. You don't have to worry anymore."

Dolores watched Camilo and Mirabel. The two were curled up together, Camilo comforting Mirabel. Dolores couldn't help but smile at the memory of her walking into the nursery and seeing Camilo comforting Mirabel right after the ceremony. He refused to leave her side for weeks.

Dolores felt her eyelids falling, and she nodded off for a moment. Though she could no longer do it, she could feel her heartbeat slowing. She wondered if Mariano was ok. Did he get out of the Encanto before the storm started? Or was he gone like the rest of them?

At least she got to confess to him. While they never did get married, or have the kids they wanted...at least she was able to be with him, even if it was only for a little while.

Dolores shifted, her head leaning against Isabela's cold shoulder as she held the still very cold and stiff Antonio. She hadn't let him go and she didn't intend to. She looked at Camilo and Mirabel, still curled up close. Mirabel had long since calmed down now, but behind her frosted green glass, and in the faint light of the candle, she could see her eyes were puffy.

Camilo seemed to notice Dolores looking at them. He stared at her for a moment before he finally realized she had stopped moving. Her breaths were barely coming out, even in the cold air amid the snow.

"Lola? You...you're not leaving too, are you?" Camilo asked in a shaky voice. Dolores's eyes shifted, and she smiled at her younger brother. She reached her hand hand, and Camilo grabbed it. He tried to act tough, but she could see the tears welling up in his already red eyes. "You're hands are so cold...if you go to sleep...I won't stop you. But I will cry."

Dolores laughed at Camilo's attempt at a joke. Even now, he was still trying to make her laugh. "Te amo hermanito."

Camilo smiled, blinking away tears as he squeezed her hand and held Mirabel a little closer. "Te amo, hermana."

Dolores looked around. She was on the stairs of Casita. She looked down and noticed they were still intact. The wood wasn't broken, there were no cracks or splinters. She carefully stepped down, walking down the stairs as slowly as she could, looking around.

"Hello? Camilo? Mirabel?" She looked around, not seeing anyone. "I-Is anyone here?" Dolores was getting worried, and maybe a little scared.

"Dolores, up here mija," Dolores turned around, looking up the stairs. Pepa was standing there, a bright smile on her face and a rainbow over her head. Dolores said nothing, and immediately scrambled up the stairs. As soon as she was close, she met Pepa with a tight huh.

"You're here! You're actually here!" Dolores sobbed, burying her face in her chest. Pepa hugged her eldest, gently petting her hair.

"Of course. I wouldn't leave you alone forever, you know that," Pepa said softly, kissing Dolores' head. She helped the girl up, letting her lean against her. "Come on. The family is waiting for us."

Camilo hugged Mirabel close. His poncho did little to keep him warm, but he desperately hoped Mirabel was warm enough. It was just him and her, just like when they were kids. It was sort of ironic, they spent some of their first moments together, and now they were possibly spending their last together.

"Camilo?" Mirabel asked in a quiet voice, unable to look at him anymore, her glasses completely frosted over.

"Yeah?" He said, his eyes heavy as he stared at the almost-out candle.

"Did you...did you ever think it would end like this?" Mirabel asked. Camilo paused, not saying anything. He looked at the faces of the other family members before he looked towards Mirabel. He could see the fear in her face, and he no doubt knew he also had fear in his eyes.

He was scared to go. But he knew it had to happen.

"No," he said simply. He felt his eyes growing heavier and heavier. The cold no longer hit him, the storm was nothing to his raw and frostbitten skin. He carefully removed his poncho. The fabric was frozen, and he shook it before placing it on Mirabel, who looked confused.

"Camilo? What are you...?" Mirabel asked, looking at her primo, though she considered him a twin.

"I might not have thought it'd have ended like this, but I'm glad you're here with me," Camilo said. Mirabel looked at him, and at first, she looked angry. Angry that he was going, and she couldn't do anything about it. But as Camilo leaned against Luisa, Mirabel just grabbed his hand, leaning against him and sobbing. "This is some Christmas huh?"

Mirabel let out a watery laugh at his poorly made joke. She sniffed, holding his hand. "Yeah, it is."

"Maybe we'll be primos or twins...in another universe," Camilo said, his eyes closing, and he only heard Mirabel's voice.

"Maybe," Mirabel whispered, clutching Camilo's poncho.

Camilo looked around. He was sitting on one of the couches, which was in the same condition it was before the candle and storm fiasco. He stood slowly, and he walked around the courtyard for a moment.

"Uh...hello?" He called out but got no initial answer.

Was he alone? Had he ended up alone, what happened to Mirabel? He wanted to go back if was alone, he didn't wanna alone.

Camilo was panicking slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he continuously looked around. He suddenly heard the sound of rushed footsteps. Flying around the corner was Bruno, who looked out of breath. Camilo stared in shock, unable to articulate words.

"I...I'm here! Sorry, I'm late," Bruno said standing up. He had an unsure smile on his face as he looked at Camilo. "So uh...long time no see, huh?"

Camilo didn't know what to say, and he simply threw himself into Bruno's arms. The man looked shocked, looking around before looking back at Camilo, who was still hugging him. Bruno hesitated, before wrapping his arms around his oldest nephew.

"I missed you so much," Camilo said, not letting Bruno.

He smiled pulling him closer. "I missed you too kid. I missed you a lot." Bruno hugged Camilo for a moment longer before he pulled away. "Come one. We gotta go meet the rest of the family."

Camilo stopped, causing Bruno to look back. "What about Mirabel? She's...she's still there, alone!"

Bruno gave a sad smile as he looked at Camilo. "She won't be alone for much longer. I promise. Now come on." Camilo paused for a moment before taking Bruno's hand, following Bruno into the light ahead.

Mirabel had nothing in her. She couldn't fight anymore. She was alone, and she didn't want to be alone. She was so cold, she felt hot, but she refused to remove Camilo's poncho. She wouldn't. Refused.

She stared at the candle, which was nothing was a small flame. The wax had melted away, and the wick was barely holding up against the winds, which had only gotten stronger.

"I guess it's time for me to go to sleep too," Mirabel said. She reached over with a tired, heavy arm, and grabbed the candle. She held it close, and for the first time in a while, she felt something equivalent to warmth. She cradled it in her hands, watching the flame slowly die out.

Smoke was left in the place of the flame. Mirabel held the small piece of wax, and her eyes slowly began to close. She felt herself growing more and more tired. She finally closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't be alone more.

Mirabel opened her eyes, standing in the courtyard of Casita. She looked around, marveling at the fact that the house was almost new, or at least when it first formed. She looked around for anyone but spotted no one.

As she walked forward, she saw something fluttering. She walked closer, slowly. It was a small golden butterfly. She couldn't help but follow it, her eyes light with a gentle glow. She kept walking until she got to the entrance of the dining room. She stopped short, seeing her abuela...and her abuelo. Two people she thought she'd never see.

"Abuela? Abuelo? What...?" Mirabel stopped, and Alma walked closer, cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

"We've been waiting for you nieta," Alma said and grabbed her hand.

"Really?" Mirabel asked and Pedro nodded.

"Yes," he said gently and guided her alongside Alma. Mirabel was confused for a moment, but after entering the soft light, that led into the dining room. Her eyes widened.

The whole family was there. The ones she thought had left her for good. She thought she'd never seen them again, but here they were. Pedro sat her down next to Antonio, who smiled up at her, and Luisa, who did the same.

"You guys are here?" Mirabel asked with a laugh of disbelief.

"Yes. And now that everyone's here, we can start Christmas dinner," Alma smiled, sitting down at her seat at the head, while Pedro sat at the other end. Mirabel paused but didn't say anything. She simply nodded, happy to join her family.

Finally, they were together again. And they didn't intend to leave each other ever again.

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SADNESS, MUCH SADNESS :(((

But yeah. Half based on the little match girl and. Some other random crap, idk. I just wanted to write Christmas angst. But I will post fluff later <333

ANYWAY. SORRYBI DON'T HAVE ANY ART THIS YEAR :((( BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! I hope everyone has a great day ❗❓🗣🗣🗣

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I follow you on twitter & all I gotta say is, I love the diversity in your drawings so much, I hate when people make girls all stereotypes & your art makes me feel so comfortable it’s like a warm feeling not to mention your nsfw art. It doesn’t just show the list it shows the love & affection each character has for eachother it shows how intimate & hot the moment can be but also sweet? I’m not sure I love your art too much it really makes my day to see it, but any tips on anatomy?♥️

thank you so much!! i totally get what you mean by a list, that really is what diversity can feel like sometimes. my weight and figure have fluctuated so much over the years and i've gotten enough shit from family about eating habits and how chubby i've gotten, to the point of dysmorphia, and turning to art (and not to mention seeing the vast majority of fat butch rep) to remedy it has done wonders for my body image, and i'm really glad people like how i do things.

in terms of tips, as someone who went to school for this sorta thing, i'm gonna try to make this as accessible as possible aka free resources.

timed figure drawing!

legit, you gotta draw naked people posed in intricate ways. there's literally no avoiding it, you have to draw from life and not from tutorials. obv, i'm not saying go out and attend a life drawing course -- that's expensive shit -- so here's a few options:

i use a site called quickposes, since most figure drawing galleries require subscriptions.

you can set a timer for how long you want on each pose/reference. i recommend challenging yourself with shorter times as it helps you to get rid of any hang-ups about getting the anatomy exactly right. the drawing's got to get done by the end of the timer, don't focus on the details. just draw, be done with it, move on to the next drawing.

there's also a youtube channel that we'd use in class when a model couldn't show called new masters academy and they have a bunch of timed daily drawing exercises.

as a general rule, don't lean on the amount of time you have. what you're wanting to do is get a FULL PICTURE on your paper as soon as possible, regardless of a long or short time. get the full figure onto the paper then use the rest of the time to fuss over details, shading, editing, etc.

do studies!

kinda similar to the last one but in the more time-consuming sense.

use pinterest. it has a lot of uses for a lot of things but i use it quite a bit for both anatomy refs and costume design inspiration. this is legit what my home page looks like now because of it.

here's a board i made on anatomy, pulling from different body types; obviously i get a little gay wid it, but there's a verrrryyyy clear lack of certain body types in a lot of body refs like muscular women, fat women, just overall people who higher fat content than the lean, almost 0% fat of the figures seen in most tutorials and galleries:

this is where pinterest really shines because you can find literally everything on it.

in particular, there's an account called character design references, that is basically a stockpile of references for artists. i wouldn't normally recommend artist tutorials when it comes to wanting to learn anatomy because it can get a little echo-chambery (side-eyes the male vs. female tutorials that float around on twitter all the time) but there are actually some boards that have genuine studies on the human form, even from a medical point of view.

LITERALLY JUST DRAW A LOT.

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT OF TIME AND PRACTICE TO GET TO A CERTAIN LEVEL OF SATISFACTION.

like that's it, full stop, draw often. if you're feeling rusty, go back to basics. if you're art blocked, go back to basics. if you're bored, go back to basics.

#ask #anatomy #anatomy tips #talkies #drawing should be about having fun first and foremost #i find figure drawing fun because of how quickly it gets done #art advice

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Transaction Security and Management of Blockchain-Based Smart Contracts in E-Banking-Employing Micro-segmentation and Yellow Saddle Goatfish

Authored by:- Wid Alaa Jebbar and Mishall AL-Zubaidie

for full-length paper press here.

Abstract:-

Our research attempts to improve the system in which banks deal with the security of financial transactions. This research leverages the idea of micro-segmenting the entire system into designated zones to concentrate on security, where each zone has its own rules and limitations. These rules are managed by a smart contract, which decides whether they have been observed to verify the legitimacy of the customer. First, the two-phase commit algorithm (2PC) was used to specify the type of e-banking request. After this, the micro-segmentation principle was applied to isolate each type of e-transaction process alone in a separate segment. Then, the yellow saddle goatfish algorithm (YSGA) was used to determine whether the smart contract conditions were optimized. Finally, if the customer is authorized, then the entire transaction process is saved in the blockchain's main ledger and secured by a unique hash. The blockchain application makes our system capable of dealing with large numbers of users in a decentralized manner.

Facts:-

Our system has been examined against several recent well-known assaults/attacks, such as falsification, advanced persistent threat, bribery, spoofing, double spending, chosen text, race, and transaction replay attacks, and has proven to overcome them. In terms of the performance evaluation, we obtained an execution time of approximately 0.0056 nanoseconds, 3.75% complexity, and 1500 KB of memory and disk drive, which is considered low compared to that of state-of-the-art research. Thus, our proposed system is highly acceptable for banking sector applications.

our main contribution

Our contributions are as follows:

The level of security can be increased by using the micro-segmentation principle for the first time with financial systems to isolate each process alone in a separate segment, where if one segment is affected by an assault, then the other segments will remain isolated and safe. To the best of our knowledge, this contribution has not been previously studied.

Two phases of authentication are applied: first, smart contract condition detection, and second, hashing and ID detection in BCT. This procedure will make the authentication process more powerful. There will be no entrance to the system from any assaulter unless he/she is verified in both phases.

The increase in the time consumption and execution time of the specified e-banking process depended on the properties of the YSGA, which is considered one of the fastest search algorithms. To the best of our knowledge, this approach has not been previously applied in e-bank systems.

How does the system work:-

The proposed system's hierarchy. Initially, the proposed system determines the type of CR request based on the decision of the 2PC algorithm and then creates a separate segment for each type of e-banking process after the transaction processes are combined alone in a separate segment. The detection phase of the SC's conditions will start based on the fast detection of the YSGA result.

RESULTS:-

Our proposed module has the following characteristics and advantages.

Fast: Because of the use of modern, easy, and accurate algorithms such as the YSGA and the 2PC, our proposed system guarantees that the e-banking procedure will be performed in real-time.Safe and authentic: The proposed module is controlled by the SC conditions in which both the CR and the SR agree on and do not agree, the e-transaction procedure cannot be performed, and our proposed module can be considered safe and secure.

Additionally, because of the usage of the principle of isolation for each process alone in a separate segment, the danger that threatens a specific segment will remain bounded by that segment, and the other segments will work normally.Integrating: The final layer of our proposed module is the hashing and creating blocks for each procedure. Each block has complete information about the whole transaction process plus the number of previous blocks. This approach provided our proposed module with an advantage in terms of integrity.

Speed: Our proposed system is fast due to the speed of the algorithms used. Additionally, after the full analysis shown above, the time required to complete a full transaction is not more than 0.0056 nanoseconds, which is considered fast compared to other similar methods.

#blockchain

#artificial intelligence #coding #artists on tumblr

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