#mf was like “she wouldn't be a good wife because she seems like she only has dedication to instruments” I HATE PLAYING CELLO I FUCKING HA CE

[deep-fried-egg]

Fuck the hoe. 🪓 get 🥚 a wife NEOW

THATS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING ALL ALONG

[gamerbearmira]

I saw the cocooned-cut thoart, and I'm in an angst mood. Hopefully you accept this, and kudos to the anon for giving me some inspiration! I'm not good with dialogue, so sorry if its a little but too descriptive 😅. OK enough of my rambling haha

[Story Time!]

Pedro felt a different kind of rage when he saw his precious nietos on the ground, barely clinging to life. A kind of rage he didn't think he could experience. He was usually a forgiving and kind man, at least he liked to think so. He believed everyone could be forgiven and could ask for forgiveness. That they could have a second chance. But after this? Now he wasn't so sure.

These people, this group. They had attacked his precious grandchildren. That he had only known for a year and a half. They were his light, right next to his own children. And now they were scarred, for life. Had it not been for Mirabel's gift, they might not have suvived long enough for anyone with Julieta's food to get there. He thanked God that the little golden butterflies that followed her around had closed them up, at least to stop the bleeding.

So yes, Pedro was upset. This group, these people had attacked them. Because they had some personal business with Pedro. Apparently 2 of them had been closely reallted to the soldiers that struck him down, and somehow managed to rally other Madrigal-haters. The eight sick bastards had lured the kids into the woods and they attacked them. They slashed their throats and left them to die. Left them in such a state that may have been worse than Pedro's when he was struck down. He didn't think he'd be able to get that image out of his head. And now he was here, in the nursery, watching over his six grandchildren along with his wife. The children had been moved to the nursery, for the sake of being able to keep them all in the room at once. Once they had recovered more, they could go back to their rooms.

Pedro held his exhausted wife, who had spent the last 3 days tending to them. She herself hadn't really gotten any sleep, because she was far too busy watching over her nietos, praying that they wouldn't suffer the same fate as before. It was too soon, and they were too young. They didn't deserve it, they didn't deserve this. They were the sweetest kids, which is why neither grandparent could wrap what had happened around their heads. Why did they attack the kids? Was it because they were vulnerable? Because they were innocent? So mamy questions and yet so little answers. And Pedro hated it.

And to add insult to injury, they had found out that their throats were ripped beyond repair, especially Mirabel's and Dolores'. Horrible damage had been done. Mirabel was still young, so her gift wasn't as developed, and therefore couldn't fully repair the wounds, or restore their vocal chords back to their original state. And Julieta's gift had damn near brought them back to life---in turn there was now a scar on each child, and it haunted Pedro's mind. They were too similar to the one that was spread across his chest. It was a constant reminder for him and his amor.

He lifted his hand, and a golden glowing butterfly had landed on his hand. But it wasn't one Mirabel's butterflies, no no---those had settled down around the small girl, her siblings, and primos, next to Antonio's jaguar, who had taken to staying near them at all times. It seemed almost as if the jagisr felt...sorry. And as for Mirabel's butterflies, they were dim, and slow. This one, Pedro's butterfly was the largest by far, taking up a large portion of his hand. Its wings fluttered softly and Pedro's eyes narrowed.

"Find them. Mark them." He whispered and the butterfly was off.

WH 😦 HUHHHHHHH

Ok first of this is. Amazing. And I love accepting them⁉️⁉️and no worries about dialogue, all drabbles are welcome, and I love this, even though it makes me sad <33

SECOND. DAWG. How you gon drop this and dip 😭😭 breaking my mf heart here. They???? Poor babies, I’m gonna cry. And the parents and Bruno must be devastated, oh my gosh. Can’t imagine how they felt seeing that. Willing to bet this is only a fraction of Pedro’s anger, cause he for sure ain’t let that slide 💀💀

Also! I like the concept that Pedro can use butterflies similar to Mirabel, shows how similar they are, very cool concept <333

The group after seeing Pedro pull up: