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[brokentoys]

“  i  am  very  sad,  &  my  depression  is  at  an  all  time  low.  i  got  rejected  thrice  tonight.  ”

[tcthinecwnself-a]

‘we don’t need Bruno’ ‘I hate him. I wish he’d never come back’

‘hate. hate. hate’

Never come back. Never come back. NEVER COME BACK.

“K - knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood.” Knuckles hit his head more than the wood surrounding him, pounding against his skull. Salt. Salt. Salt. Where’s the salt?! He’s so stupid. He should’ve never come back. Stupid Bruno who shouldn’t have come back and couldn’t breathe and can’t find his SALT. It’s a kitchen, where is the SALT?! 

[stasammenarchive]

@kissbcng​ || ❤ ‘d for mirabel !

     “ valentina! hey --- so, i’m maybe going to need a favour, and you might not like it much, but it’s important -- like SUPER important. ”       skidding to a stop in front of her cousin, mirabel adjusted her skirts and gave the slightly older girl a small grin, though the expression was.. tense, at best. it would be fine, she was sure - they were FAMILY! family looked after family, and helped each other out. they may not have been super close or anything, but mirabel could appreciate that her cousin liked her space - her privacy. 

        but this? it sort of couldn’t wait.      “ do you have a minute? --- great! thanks!”   she didn’t give the other a chance to reply, merely sitting herself down on the seat opposite her, pressing her fist underneath her chin with a widening grin. 

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             ‘ i know i’m supposed to be relaxing right now, but are you sure you’re okay? can i help with anything? ‘

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[evengreater]

“mezzo! honey! sweetie,” AS UNDERMINING AS POSSIBLE, and yet his voice silky smooth. quentin PAUSES working on his next grand show for now to slowly walk to the edge of the stage. they’ve been in this old, abandoned theater for QUITE A WHILE. some could call it their hide-out, others... well. could call it just a crappy, abandoned theater still. he BENDS DOWN THEN, hand coming forward. index finger motions for the henchman to come over. “if i don’t get my coffee in FIVE MINUTES, i’m going to be VERY stressed. you don’t like me when i’m stressed, right?”

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[pureiimagination]

“How was I suppose to know a single donkey could break down an entire gate,” Luz huffed, features pinched into a small pout as they sat on the courtyard stairs. After failing (again) to help with the donkeys and releasing the ones that had already been caught, Luisa had asked them to simply stop ‘helping’ and let her do the work.

“I’ve never seen a burro kick that high, though. It was crazy, Vale!”

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He tenses up, staring in awe and confusion at the monster in front of him. He's never seen anything like this outside of movies! " you're not gonna eat me are you ?? "

Talking to a human— much less standing around out in the open around a human— was a fairly brazen if not outright stupid thing for something like Bruce to do. Yet he hadn’t any deep waters within reach to flee and even if Bruce risked a noisy, splashing retreat through the shallow waters, the human was sure to get a good look at him anyway.

At such a short notice, Bruce decided it best to just do some damage control and prevent said human from getting larger, more dangerous humans with harpoons and guns.

The human didn’t run away screaming— that was a good first sign.

At the stranger’s question, Bruce let out a humored laugh. While, unfortunately, flashing a good myriad of his serrated pearly whites in several rows brimming his jaws. And however friendly Bruce hoped his laugh sounded, the deep rumbling growl of it didn’t help his first impression.

“Now c’mon, li’l morsel! Why would I wanna do that?” A poor choice of nicknames didn’t help, either.

[samenkomen]

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. been working out? you could probably use a little sun. Then again, who am I to talk?”

@kissbcng​    /  /    asked for the joker (canon dialogue). for nny

[waterfrd]

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❛ She’s always so devious. Always plotting, always wanting more. It’s exhausting. ❜

[wasdiamond]

@kissbcng​​ said: “ mom I’m gonna eAT A ROCK !!! “ Cir no please

❛ You know I always support your endeavors Ciryke but, I think organic beings aren't supposed to eat rocks. Could you snack on something else? ❜

[formdiffered]

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“It doesn’t matter where I got this.”

Camilo was sitting on a brick wall, munching on some fruit. He had snuck it out from the kitchens, and as long as no one caught him why did it matter?

[tcthinecwnself-a]

Dashing, incredible, loving father?

“Sorry I’m not a dilf, Vale.”

[killmeorfuckoffa]

@kissbcng said: ❝  do you hear me? please, say something.  ❞ from Forest

“  HUH?  ”  at  the  feeling  of  a  hand  patting  his  cheek  tim  jolts  awake, mentally  groping  around with  urgency  for  something  to  haul  him  out  of  unconsciousness.  he  shakes  his  head,  sitting up  quickly.    

thumb  and  forefinger pinch  the  bridge of  his  nose,  waiting  for  the  waves  of  unsteadiness to  settle  before daring  to  pry  open  his  eyes  again. some  kid  is  sitting  next  to  him  looking  highly concerned.  where  is  he  again? it  feels  like  a  thick  fog  has  settled  over  his  brain  clogging  his  thoughts  so  they  can’t  quite  grasp  anything  important.

he  blinks,  forcing himself  to  think  back  as  to  why  he  is  here.  he  had  a  lead  that  there  might  be  something supernatural  at  this  location,  yes,  that’s  right… an  artifact,  maybe  even  a  leitner,  but  despite  his  fervent  attempts to  recall,  he  cannot  place  why  he  woke  up  on  the  floor.

“  uh…  sorry  to  concern you,  kid,  I’m  a  little, ”  he  makes  a  circular motion  with  his  hand,  gesturing to  his  head.  “  foggy. I’m  fine  though, thanks.  ”    

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@kissbcng​ asked: “ Papa- “ Vale squeaks rather nervously, she’s been fidgeting all morning. Today was a big day after all! She got her very own door today! “ What if…..um…..what if I get a bad gift? “

    as always, on gift day, things were incredibly hectic, with the family and townsfolk running around casita, trying to get everything prepared for the evening’s ceremony. it had become such a spectacle over the years -- he was glad that his own, alongside his sisters had been a private and quiet affair.   he had headed to the nursery quietly, slipping among the family and people around him without much notice, and when he had found valentina, her nerves about the ceremony were obvious.     he was silent for a moment, listening to her fears, before he exhaled, moving down onto one knee, carefully pushing an errant curl away from her face, smiling faintly. 

     “ mija ---  whatever your gift ends up being, it could never be bad. ”    his daughter wasn’t like him -- not in the ways where it hurt. his attempts at keeping his own bad luck away from her had grown over the years, and he could only hope that whatever bad luck had befallen him when he’d gotten his gift wouldn’t pass onto her. she deserved better than that. she deserved better than him.    “ eee, you’re going to get an amazing gift.. and abuela is going to be so proud - and so will the whole family. whatever it is, it’ll be amazing, okay? ”

    he just had to hope the miracle would be kind today.

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           while most of the madrigals were out and about in town during the day, lupe’s gift kept her out later than most, often entertaining at weddings and birthdays. however, this was far later than she’d been out before and it was difficult to sneak back inside when every step was like the tap of a tambourine. if abuela caught her breaking a curfew, she would probably drop dead out of shame, but caught she was. she nearly screamed in fright before she covered her mouth, moving out of the light. ‘ i -- the party went on late. don’t tell abuela. ‘

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[abuelolost]

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"Buenos días, Valentina!" Pedro greeted as he normally did, Valentina was special, just like her Papá had been.

So Pedro made a point to be warm towards her, always.

"How did you sleep, mi vida?"