#matriarcarivera

[slaughtervibe]

“  i’ve seen tough women before--but she pretty much was pushing it.  ” it earned a smirk in the end, her attention on the skeleton woman. “  but i guess that’s what happens when you have a famous musician as a husband, huh? can’t imagine how many times you’ve encountered something like this before.  ”

@matriarcarivera  //  cont’d from this post

[hcartoftefiti-blog]

@matriarcarivera

Brown eyes snapped open before Moana even had time to process in her mind that she had closed them at all. She was... somewhere. Somewhere very unfamiliar, even with her vision that was blurred with tears, and she felt... faint? Yes, faint was probably the word here. Like the wind could blow her away if it was a little too hard.

She sat up, trying to piece together in her mind what had just happened as she rubbed the tears from her eyes. She didn’t honestly know why she was crying yet- the realization that she was dead and had failed hadn’t quite had enough time to really hit her. Everything had happened so fast. Sailing back, tricking Te Ka into thinking she was going the other way... having her boat overturned by the rocks collapsing into the sea. Feeling the blistering heat of lava on her skin before it actually touched her. After that, she couldn’t recall anything else- just waking up wherever here was. 

Fingers brushed over the necklace her Gramma had given her, before realization struck and she flipped it open in a hurry, looking for the green stone that should of been within. But the heart of Te Fiti wasn’t there.

She fought down the panic that threatened to bubble up, shaking her head. The heart had to be around here somewhere, if this was where she was. So, getting on her feet, Moana began to search for the familiar green glow.  Someone is going to have to break the news to her that she isn’t going to find it here... or ever, most likely.

This was the Land of the Dead, after all. It wasn’t even the correct afterlife for her.

[purelyradiating-a]

Closed starter for @matriarcarivera

They had been up and down the streets of Santa Cecilia all night.

Susan felt bad, the monsters caused a stir everywhere they went and she was sure they had kept several of the residents awake as they patrolled. Not to mention, some of her smaller colleagues were getting pretty worn out.

"Alright," The Missing Link groaned, pausing to shake out his sore knuckles, "I think it's safe to assume someone was pulling our leg about that chupacabra."

Susan nodded in agreement with a yawn into her palm. It had to be close to 3 am by now.

Bob, on the other hand, was wide awake and incredibly careful to point out anything suspicious. 9 times out of 10, it was a stray rock to the side of the road.

So when he picked up the colorful carving he found by the zapatería, the monsters were less than inclined to pay him mind.

And when he insisted they take it with, the tired giantess was unwilling to put up a fight.

The blob handed the figurine to Susan to carry, and she gingerly placed it into her pocket without a second thought. But with the next few steps she took she was suddenly blinded by thousands of whirling orange petals.

Once they cleared, the other monsters, and Santa Cecilia, were gone.

She blinked several times, but the scenery before her refused to change back: A sprawling city, buildings stacked several times her height in ways that seemed impossible, sparkling with vibrant colors and millions of twinkling lights. A glance down at the rest of herself reaffirmed that she was still in one piece, shocked as she was.

As she looked down she saw what appeared to he the gates to the great city. Low enough that she could easily step over, but she didn't dare just yet.

"Hello?"

[unclebarnavelt-blog]

@matriarcarivera

     “Ah!”, Jonathan jumped back after opening the closet door, conjuring a deck of cards in his hand that fanned out, holding them up in front of his face as if it were a shield. After taking a moment to observe the situation and come to the conclusion that he was in no real danger, the cards disappeared and he lowered his guard, raising a brow at the....woman. 

     “Whelp, I’ve certainly heard of the phrase skeletons in the closet but I didn’t think it was an actual thing. What are you doing in my house anyways? Who summoned you? Was it Lewis? I’m gonna have to ground that kid....”

[fortunainfiniitus-a-blog]

@matriarcarivera​

     The Underworld was not a good place to be, and     even though she understood Emma’s need to go     and save Hook, she didn’t second the idea. That,     however, didn’t mean she would leave her friend     alone in a place as terrible as this. 

    Weird as it might be, walking down the street of a     ruined version of Storybrooke, she really hoped she     would not see any familiar faces. So many people     had she wronged in her life, so many people died     because of her or by her own hand. And yet... It     wasn’t until she passed a shoe shop, that she     stopped in front of it, upon seeing a woman standing     in front of it. For a second there, she thought it     was her mother, carrying herself with the same     pride and grace both Regina and Cora always had     about them. But it wasn’t her, it couldn’t be... Then     where did that similarity, that weird familiarity come from..?

                             “ Do I... Know you? “

[musicolvidado]

Imector: Light and Dark

( art cred 1, art cred 2, psd cred )

[mcrmaidscales]

plotted thing || @matriarcarivera

Managing to escape Sebastian’s endless yet enthusiastic ramblings of how living beneath the ocean waves was far more rewarding than ever taking a step on human legs upon the shore, the young mermaid found her way to the small patch of beach in which she had brought the drowning, handsome human. 

Prince Eric. The very thought of him brought a lovesick giddiness over her.  With ignorance of the human world, she had little knowledge of their gossip that spread about how love sick their ruling prince had become after his miraculous rescue. He’d searched his ocean side kingdom over for the woman with the beautiful voice that had set his soul aflame yet never had a single thought to search within the sea that lapped against his castle walls. Everyone in the maritime kingdom had been alerted to their prince's desire to find his rescuer. 

Splashing her tail in the waves, she had hoped to gain the attention of the figure upon the beach. In her giddiness, she gave no thought to the shadowy figure on the beach, at the very precipice where one world met another, being anyone other than the prince.

Swimming closer, she called out in a most lovely voice -- one said to be the envy of all the merfolk in Atlantica, if not the Seven Seas -- for her prince. The pulling of knots within her stomach grew. For the first time in her life, the mermaid was nervous of how someone would react to her. Would he fear her? Would he rush into the sea to be united with his rescuer? So many thoughts rushed within her mind as she swam into shallow waters. 

“Prince Eric!”

[chemisweet]

@matriarcarivera

       she wasn’t supposed to be in the lab after dark, she knew that, but.. sometimes you needed to break the rules in order to do some good! it wasn’t the first time she’d bent the rules, and she was sure it... wouldn’t be the last. it was just until the semester was over, she was sure it would be fine. rubbing her fingers underneath her glasses, honey let out a tired sigh, but sat herself down at her station. she knew superhero duties had put all of her friends behind with their work --- saving the city was stressful, but... she had her job to deal with too, plus yoga and tennis, not to mention keeping up with her sticker parties!

        fighting back as yawn, honey scribbled a few more notes into her notebook before a sound caught her off-guard. it almost sounded like footsteps, and the chemist turned quickly, her eyes wide and her heartbeat picking up in pace. 

       “   hello? is --- is someone there?   ”

[chlorine-inmy-eyes-a-blog]

Closed starter for @matriarcarivera

"Well now I've seen everything," Link commented, catching a glimpse of the skeleton.

In all seriousness, he was floored. Living in monster prison he'd gotten used to some pretty wild genetic anomalies (hell, even humans seemed pretty weird at first), but she was just--

Bones.

No flesh, no sinew, it was like she was held together by magic. He doubted even Doc could explain this one.

[lanternqueen]

@matriarcarivera

“Hola Señora, ¿dónde estoy, exactamente?”

[sandersonsrunningamok]

@matriarcarivera sent ❝  Did  you  come  here  just  to  fight   ??  ❞            

“We came here to feast!” cackled Winifred from one of three broomsticks floating over Santa Cecelia.  Mary had scented a delectable little girl inside the shoemaker’s home.  Unfortunately, the woman’s hatred of music had made her immediately suspicious of Sarah’s magical song.  And so the three witches had found themselves in quite a predicament.  Not that that would deter the infamous Sanderson Sisters any.

[theowlthatsaidwhat-blog]

starter call || based on this song || @matriarcarivera

Country music was never his go to music, but he had to admit that it was the very best method to teach a young girl how to dance. Sensing his daughter’s embarrassment at the very idea of dancing with her father in a crowded area, Kevin found himself approaching the stranger -- all while keeping the thought of how welcoming and sparkling her dark eyes to a minimum. It certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing to be rejected by someone so stunning! 

“Excuse me,” polite smile given in genuine amusement at the predicament he had found himself in. “My daughter over there,” a hand was waved to his daughter, turning red in embarrassment at the turn of events, “has to learn how to dance for her prom and she refuses to dance with her dad in public. I was hoping you’d possibly be open to a dance to show her that her dad is perfectly capable of teaching her to dance, if you wouldn’t mind?”

[dibaajimowin-moved-blog]

@matriarcarivera || Grandmother Moon [x]

“From one grandmother to another... Grandchildren, amiright?”

[unboundbydeath]

to this day , héctor never found out why he was not able to cross the flower bridge . he didn’t know why his family , in all these years , never put his photo on the ofrenda . did his death hurt imelda too much ? did she even know ? had one of his photos somehow gotten lost ? all his questions would soon be answered , for when a family member or spouse died , an agent would pull you in to the department of family reunions and tell you . they had pulled héctor in , told him about imelda , and said they would bring her in soon .

BUTTERFLIES flited through a non existent stomach ( how he feels these things , he’s STILL not sure ) as he waits in one of the many offices . when the door opens -- immediately does he turn around , and eyes grow wide . without a doubt , the skeleton that stands in front of him is the love of his life . ‘ i -- imelda -- ’ he breathes , afraid if he SPEAKS his voice will break .

// @matriarcarivera

[mxst-be-remembered]

“Hey there, sleeping beauty. You been out for a while.”

❝ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ? ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ…?❞

ᴇʀɴᴇsᴛᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sᴀᴛ ᴜᴘ, ʜɪs ʙᴏɴᴇs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀᴅʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ sʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ?

ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴡᴀs ʙʟᴜʀʀʏ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ, ғᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀɪɢᴏʟᴅs… ғᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴇs? 

ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ? ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ?

❝ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ…?❞

～

[fortunainfiniitus-a-blog]

@matriarcarivera​

    Victoria was far from affectionate. In life, and in afterlife,     expressing her feelings and emotions was never her     strongest merit, and she’d often rather spend her time with     a good book, than another human being - especially now,     having way more time for that than she would back when     she was alive. There were a few exceptions, of course,     and one of them was no doubt her grandmother. 

    Ever since she was just a small child, the times when     she’d sit in Imelda’s lap and listen to her stories, learn to     make shoes from her - these were some of the best memories     she had. Her parents raised her, yes, but Imelda no doubt     shaped her into who she was - someone, she hoped,     her family could be proud of. 

                                    “ ¡Abuelita! “

    She greeted, with the kind of warmth in her voice     that she held exclusively for her family. 

                                “ Buenas tardes. “