#miraclestitch

This has been the THIRD TIME he has READ that LETTER, brows knit in CONFUSION and FRUSTRATION, multiple THOUGHTS swirling in the MIND of the SHAPESHIFTER.

They have grown APART—and it wasn’t ANYONE’S fault. Camilo had a JOB to do—A PROMISE made to the CANDLE to HELP the community. He was BUSY—he wasn’t INTENTIONALLY…

A SIGH leaves Camilo as he folds it back up.

THEY ALL LOVE YOU.

His lips PURSE in thought.

EVERYONE NEEDS YOU.

She never WANTED him to see this letter, but he had found it after the fall of CASITA, And at the time, it wasn’t a GOOD IDEA to bring it UP. At the time, he was worried about ANTONIO when they all lost their GIFTS. If he didn’t have DUTIES, He would love nothing MORE then to spend TIME with his COUSIN…

But NOW? Now they had a NEW Casita. NOW, things have gotten…BETTER.

NOW, was the time to TALK about this.

“PSSSST—Hey, PRIMA, c’mere!” Camilo whispered over to her, gesturing for Mirabel to come CLOSER, away from everyone else—away from the NOISE. And then, when it’s just THEM, he unfolds the piece of paper, holding it OUT to her, brows furrowed.

“So…You didn’t want me to SEE this, huh?”

Piano had always been a hobby of Agustin’s, since he was a boy. He could remember his abuelo sitting him down on the stool, guiding his hands to the right keys, and the sheer delight it had brought to hear a little tune take shape. And he’d kept it up in his new home here in Casita, often plunking away at the piano whenever he had a spare moment.

Tonight though, he’s barely sat down on the stool when he feels a little hand at his knee, and the sight of his youngest looking up at him instantly has a smile bursting across his face and one of his own hands moving to cover Mirabel’s for a little pat.

"Why are you circling me? What were you, a vulture in another life?" YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS FOR // @miraclestitch​​​​​​​​

         it’s rumor. the legend. the mystery ! // accepting.

        ❝ UM... no. ❞ she says after making a full circle around her. huh, she -- seemed ODDLY familiar -- and the old portrait the girl stood in front of didn’t settle her curosity either.

        new. it was all so very new.    the magic was back, life was better than it was before, and casitas own magic had grown and changed with the family.   now the physical love that made up the house stood.. in a form of its own, mirrored in the face of mirabel herself. it stared at its own glowing gold fingers, wiggling them experimentally. a body. strange.   it blinked, head tilting, glowing as the candle itself had once before, and turned slowly, catching sight of the girl whose form the house had mimicked.        golden eyes widened for a moment, breathless gasp pulling through its lips, before it began to move, shifting into a run towards mirabel, throwing its arms around her in the tightest hug that it could manage. 

[ puts her head in her hands ]

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@miraclestitch liked for a starter

The ceremony hadn't gone according to plan. Alma was concerned about the miracle, and everyone else was ushering their guests out, but Pedro could not sit idly by.

So, he went to the nursery where he knew his youngest granddaughter had run off to.

“YO—Mira—!”

He’s not too FAR—actually, if she just looks UP, she can SEE him sitting on FLYGON’s back. The Pokémon lands, just a FEW feet away from her, and a GRIN spreads along RAIHAN’S features.

“Been a WHILE, huh? I’ve been busy!”

@miraclestitch​ asked:  sprays song accurate bruno with a spray bottle. "No. no. bad rat man."

“HISSSS--”