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//Replies will be coming in tomorrow π
// Imma get to replies as soon as I can. Iβve been Uber busy lately oof.
He doesnβt come out here very often.
But sometimes, a change of pace is necessary. Even if itβs as small as thisβ Sitting on the roof of the Casita, looking up at the stars. Itβs quiet. The hustle and bustle of the family has fizzled out. The town is asleep. The only things Bruno can hear is the, admittedly very calming, sound of the wind gently rustling leaves, and the chirping noises of the night-time insects.
The air is comfortably cool, and the breeze is nice. The stars and moon shine bright, casting soft light down upon him as he stares up at them. Bruno canβt help but quietly sigh. He hasnβt been up here in a long timeβ¦ He was quite overdue for his roof time. Itβs nice to finally be able to be up here again, without the fear of being seen.
A rat that had tagged along with himβ The one named βSaraββ scurries up to his shoulder, and begins to groom itself. Bruno smiles a little, deciding to leave it be. If she wants to do some star gazing with him, then thatβs pretty cool,,, At least heβd have some company.
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Bruno was practically in his own universe, not hearing or feeling the presence of anyone else until theyβre speaking to him. Heβs surprised at firstβ Who else would be up here? Everyone should be asleep. And when he turns to find out who it could be, what he sees has him even more surprised.
He yelps, eyes wide as he jumps and stumbles over. If it plans on eating him, heβs already doomed. After a second, what they said finally registers, and he stammers.
βU-uhmβ¦β
βY.. yeah. Yeah, this is.. This is definitely the roof. That. Iβm onβ¦β
Is he going crazy? Is this some overlap of a vision? Heβs going crazy. isnβt he?
βDonβt worry.β Their well aware that their true form is...a bit much to handle.Β βIβm not going to hurt you or anything...β Itβs a gentle assurance, rolling off their tongue.
βI know I can be a little much, but Iβm just hiding...I donβt want to harm anyone here.β This place is too beautiful, too kind- not that they have it in themselves to do any damage anyway.
Β A flick of a large, bat like ear.
βCan I join you? You look lonely...and so am I.β
Send my muse anons about their family.

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NF - WHYΒ
He doesnβt come out here very often.
But sometimes, a change of pace is necessary. Even if itβs as small as thisβ Sitting on the roof of the Casita, looking up at the stars. Itβs quiet. The hustle and bustle of the family has fizzled out. The town is asleep. The only things Bruno can hear is the, admittedly very calming, sound of the wind gently rustling leaves, and the chirping noises of the night-time insects.
The air is comfortably cool, and the breeze is nice. The stars and moon shine bright, casting soft light down upon him as he stares up at them. Bruno canβt help but quietly sigh. He hasnβt been up here in a long timeβ¦ He was quite overdue for his roof time. Itβs nice to finally be able to be up here again, without the fear of being seen.
A rat that had tagged along with himβ The one named βSaraββ scurries up to his shoulder, and begins to groom itself. Bruno smiles a little, deciding to leave it be. If she wants to do some star gazing with him, then thatβs pretty cool,,, At least heβd have some company.
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Nighttime is the only time they truly feel comfortable here.Β
Itβs dark, with a distinct chill that rolls up their spine in the most pleasant sort of way. It reminds them of home. Granted home isnβt the best of places, but itβs all they know, itβs familiar. The village is asleep, and that gives them a brief moment to be themselves, to stretch their wings and soar up over the tree line, to reach up and pretend they can touch the little fires in the blackened sky.
It truly is peaceful, and in moments like this, they feel like maybe they donβt have to return to Father.
But out of the corner of their eyes, they see him- Theyβve seen him in brief glances and heard of him from muttered whispers. Why is he awake? Why is he up so high?
Itβs a foolish decision really, to perch on the roof next to him in their true skin, wrapping their wings around their mottled form. Perhaps it has something to do with that saying of kindred spirits.Β
βYouβre on the roof...β Patches states rather obviously, flicking their innocent gaze to the human.Β
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That was what the family Madrigal was for. Each member of the family. Kind in their own way. None would just.. watch someone get mistreated. And this was THEIR village. These are their people. Especially this person- this person is a visitor, and they're the hosts! They can't let them be upset. they need to make sure people who deserve get what they deserve, and people who are upset become happy.
some might say the way that is in Camilo's mind is.. Not the best. But, he believes he deserves it. So bet. He is gonna do it. Nothing can stop him from humiliating that way in the crowd.
He offers the other a kind grin, and pats their shoulder. "Do not even worry. I won't blame you for anything. Just watch, alright?" She walks in front of him, and transforms into a blonde woman. He starts walking towards the man.. Oh, shit is about to go down.
Oh no.
This is not going to go well.
Patches flinched weakly at the hand on their shoulder, something much too gentle then what they were used to. Would he even be doing this if he knew what they really were? If he knew what their purpose was?
The poor demon made a muted sound, covering their face with their hands. This was going to be a disaster, and they werenβt sure theyβd be able to handle the fallout that would occur.Β Β
Plot; your muse has just been mistreated by a person. (Can be a stranger or can be someone they know.) In a way, they make your muse upset. And camilo is there to comfort.
"...aye. Don't worry. I know a way to hurt them. I know who their lover is." Is he gonna transform into their partner and not only humiliate but break up with them? Totally. Yes, maybe later it will be out it was Camilo. But he will destroy this asshole momentarily, and that's enough for him.
Itβs not exactly a surprise that they become an easy target for the strangers of this village- theyβre smaller, weaker, submissive. Itβs the exact same thing, the same treatment they get in their home of the below.
Theyβre used to mistreatment by now.
However, they arenβt used to anyone standing up for them The kindness is strange. Their nose scrunched up in confusion, pupil contracting into a sapphire sea.Β βI....you donβt...please donβt.β They donβt want conflict, they donβt want to make things worse.
Some songs/interludes have been missed out for a lack of feasible writing prompts, and minor wording changes have been made in places.Β Feel free to change pronouns/wording to suit your muse!Β Minor TW for suicide references, mental health complications, obsession.
FUZZY:
β I see shadows on the walls. β β Everything gets fuzzy when you come around. β β Iβm really not a bad guy. β β Said a little prayer for you. β β My brain just needs a little bit of cleaning. β β I really had a good time. β β Iβm running and I canβt stay here. β
LOWKEYΒ ASΒ HELL:
β I think people like me better when Iβm hurt inside. β β I think Iβm halfway there but my heart feels off. β β Whatβs the point of being great if Iβm great and alone? β β I want a brain that doesnβt hate me. β β I wanna see my stupid fucking friends daily. β β Iβm highkey and lowkey as hell. β β I just wanna see ya. β
NUMB:
β How can I be a black hole and your favourite constellation? β β Motherfucker, I look good today. β β Self-care, [colour] hair, looking cute today! β β Either way, Iβm in the conversation. β β You only like me when Iβm numb. β β The more I wrap myself up, the more Iβm coming undone. β β You hate to laugh, youβreΒ βtoo coolβ for me. β
VIOLET!
β You freak me out. β β Iβm not a stalker. β β You love me in such weird ways. β β The way you tease is unfair. β β Iβd break your knees to keep you here with me. β β Iβm not leaving any signs, like the kind you think you find. β
SNOWΒ GLOBE:
β Whyβd you wake me? β β I was having that same old dream again. β β People miss the old you. β β They hate everything that they all changed you into. β β Iβve been dead since 2016. β β Fuck my plans. β β I think you need more from me. β
JUSTΒ KIDDING:
β I wish I was dead sometimes. [Hahaaa, just kidding!] β β Hahaaa, just kidding! β β I like how your hair smells. β β If you look then you could see inside. β β Iβm numb but still Iβm hurting. β β You canβt kill what you canβt see. β β Iβll take on every little thing you hand me. β
THEΒ SECRETΒ LIFEΒ OFΒ ME:
β First Iβd find my evil twin, then I would make best friends with him. β β We complete each othersβ lines because our stupid brains connect. β β I think I need a life or maybe nine,Β βcause I feel like Iβm running out of time. β β Iβve seen a place Iβd like to stay. β β Maybe paradise is somewhere deep inside. β β Real life never feels like itβs mine. β β Iβll dissociate until Iβm fine. β
AMERICANΒ GRAFFITI:
β Maybe the world was made in six days, but I could ruin mine by Monday. β β Maybe I should try to live one normal day. β β Youβve been reading all about me. β β If you need me, Iβm here now. β β Iβll pack a suitcase, follow if you want. β β Usually, Iβm all Iβve got. β
YOUβDΒ BEΒ PARANOIDΒ TOO:
β Youβd be paranoid too if everyone you knew was out to get you. β β People treat me like Iβm an asshole, but I donβt text when I drive though. β β I havenβt slept in days but whoβs counting? β β BUT, I bought a bunch of candy.Β As much as they would give me. β β Whoops!Β I got a little dark. β β Iβm a little bit of a little bitch.Β So? β β I might turn around and say some stupid shit. β
FRUITΒ ROLLΒ UPS:
β Iβm sorry in advance for that shit. β β When you talk, itβs in cursive to me. β β Itβs like that shit was written in gel pen - and I love those.Β β β Itβs true, Iβm a little bitch for you now. β β I bought these really sick lights if you wanna come over. β β For you, Iβd brave all the traffic outside. β β Oh, shoot.Β I fucked that up! β
MAGNETIC:
β I did great, you shouldβve been there. β β Iβm the last one left on my good side. β β Iβm magnetic to the things I hate the most. β β Youβre all I want and more. β β Iβm projecting big through a tiny screen. β β What the fuckβd I do it for? β

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what van gogh painting are you?
self-portrait
"i want to touch people with my art. i want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly'." van gogh often didn't have enough money to pay for models to paint, so he painted himself instead for practice. he always felt that his self-portraits were a study of himself his own anguish. as if to say 'look at me. this is who i am. please know me. please love me.' you probably have a complicated relationship with vulnerability. that which you crave also terrifies you. i know it's scary to leave your soul bare, but you will be most happy - and most loved - when you are most seen. some of your traits are: introspective, conflicted, and compassionate
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It starts with the whispers.
Their tongue dragged along the tip of one of their fangs in thought, pulling the dark hood of their tattered cloak over their head as they wormed their way through the small crowd that was forming in the center of the village.Β
Keep your head down, donβt get noticed, donβt stand out.Β
How many days had they been hiding here? Four? Five? Did it really matter? After all, Father hadnβt found them yet. That was both a relief and incredibly concerning at the same time. But that wasnβt their focus now. Their focus was on the magical family this human dwelling seemed to worship- or rather just one of them.
That brings us back to the whispers, the talk that spread through village like a wildfire. Granted they only managed to pick out bits and pieces, it was enough to to give them a general idea of what a few of these superpowered humans could do.Β
One could see the future.Β
That was sickeningly enticing, the thought of knowing what would actually become of them leaving a sweetly sour taste in their mouth that they had to swallow down as they finally managed to make it to the colorful house on the crest of the hill. The colors were harsh on their eyes, only used to the darkness of their home in the below, forcing them to squint.Β
A trembling hand rose, gently knocking their knuckle against the door.Β
Perhaps this was a mistake.
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βThatβs the beauty of it. In the end, it doesnβt matter if Iβm the one to destroy you. Youβll always end up destroying yourselves. Your magic wonβt be able to protect you. I know what youβll all become- Iβve seen the wars, the genocides, the bombs, the guns. Your species prides itself on its bloodshed. Humanity sits upon a throne of corpses and hubris, and that is what will be your downfall.β
βBut donβt be afraid. Extinction is a natural process. Itβs happened to those before you, and it will happen to those after. Think of it as wiping the slate clean- this will sow the seeds of a new breed, a new apex species. And once they evolve, become arrogant and foolish, then I will rise again to start the cycle once again.β
βSo donβt cry, little one. Just close your eyes and it will be over soon.β
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βββββββββ-UNUS ANNUS SENTENCE STARTERS change pronouns as needed.
βDo I look like Jeff Bezos? That capitalist pig.β βThis is what it means to go even further beyond!β βYou think I can fit my thick ass through there?β βWere pirates real?β βI cleaned this damn pool.β βEven when youβre quiet, youβre mostly annoying.β βIs this chiropracty?β βWhen you walk into a room, people are going to look at you and sayΒ βwowβ.β βYou say I had a rough night- It was a lovely night! You know? We werenβt fucking. We were making love.β βIβve got a crucifix. Jebus is on my side.β βGet some paper towels, get some water. Weβre gonna fucking waterboard this guy.β βWould you say Iβm a friend? Or a foe? Which angel am I on your shoulder?β βLook at your small penis. I bet you canβt do anything with that, huh?β βIf I lube myself up, Iβll slip right through Hell and get into Heaven.β βIβm about to blow your chode!β βI feel like Iβm in the womb.β βHow big do you think Santaβs dick is?β βIβm making a reservoir of wax in your belly button.β βYou know, the whole process of crucification was actually quite horrible.β βThis is just to keep our hands holding Jesus and not penis.β βHereβs a personalized station of death metal songs.β βDonβt try it at all or youβll die if you try this thing at home.β βIf everyone around us is tall, does that mean that weβre actually short?β βI love hammering, and Iβm super good at it. But what if you showed me your hammering skills?β βImagine yourself, if you had a knife and you stuck it into your butthole.β βHi. Youβre gonna die.β βDemons cannot get into your soul!β βChuck it directly for the center of the crotch.β βHe thinks Iβm a masochist but Iβm not!β βIf youβre going to the US, donβt bother with Kansas.β βDo Whos fuck?β βTouch your cheek against my cheek. Come on.β βI like the way it makes my meat jiggle.β
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