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Mis hermanos have been here for me when I need them the most. I wanted to draw something that showed how it feels when they send me the simplest of kind words. I originally wanted to draw a group hug, but I got hung up on the details. This is for you, mis amigos. You've done so much for me and been so supportive- whenever you need a hug, hermanos are there to give them and mis hermanos have done just that; especially when I need it most. @miguitarra @stolensongs @stifledtunes
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❁ ❁ “ You don’t have to say anything anymore...you’ll be fine... ”
It had been only seconds since they sent Miguel back to the Land of the Living, just in time before the sun rose. The entire familia was still in backstage, remorseful over their matriarch mourning over how fatal her esposo was. Her hands gripped tightly around his, lifeless & cold, while bending over to gently rest her body over his. She heard how faint his breaths were, so ghastly that it was nearly impossible to be heard.
With eyes shut tightly as she held back phantom tears, she slowly shook her head in denial, unable to calm her heart over the sight of her husband on the verge of turning into dust. He couldn’t leave her again, not when she was finally going to give him another chance. It was too unfair for her to accept, & she couldn’t accept the reality of never being able to see him again. There was so much that she wanted to say to him, & they weren’t ones to wound his heart anymore.
She wanted to tell him how much she dreaded for him for all these years, how unacceptable it was for their fate to have ended like that, & how much she truly did love him.
While she did prepare for the worst, she still tried to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. It had to be, right? They had gone through all of this...so surely they should have gotten something out of this in the end.
“ We just have to believe in him...no matter what. It’s too soon for us to say goodbye. ”
@stifledtunes
"Whatever you do, it’ll be a lose lose. There has to be a better way. Hermanito, I promise, I’ll give you your chance. You’ll have your say.” “¡ Hombre estúpido ! You? Give me - You’re gonna give me a chance? Well not a CHANCE. Make the trade or walk away.”
A vent doodle based on talks with @stifledtunes & @miguitarra . I just realized that I draw Remembered!Héctor taller than Villain!Héctor. I figure he doesn’t have to slouch as much as villain does, leaving him looking taller, while the other is still being forgotten, so he slouches to keep himself put together. Anyway, this was a nice vent sketch.
Héctor with his hermanos
Héctor y his hermanos: literally do anything
Me: sobbing because they care so much about each other and I'm going to die.
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“Oye, don’t look at me like that, Héctor. A song is a song, pero it does nothing for me.”
Bony digits strummed gentle guitar strings, yet there was no grace to his movements. There was a force behind it, like unbound anger and bitterness. Tipping his skull back, Héctor let out a grainy grito, as if there wasn’t a grain of joy in him at all. Legs kicked up, amber eye rolling from left to right socket, giving the other a knowing look as he lounged across the pile he sat upon ; self proclaimed leader on his gifted throne. A mocking laughter between jaw bones, followed by a degrading voice singing a once happier song.
“How does it go again- The loco that you make me, it is just un poco crazy. The sense that you’re not making, the liberties you’re taking-!”
@stifledtunes wanted Jack~!
“ Goodness, your playing is remarkable~! ” Being quite the musical soul himself, Jack was quickly drawn to the other skeleton. The king’s stitched grin widened considerably as he offered a bony hand in greeting. “ The name’s Jack. Perhaps you could permit me a turn to play? ”
@stifledtunes [ sc ]
“ I just no entiendo, ya know? ”
Discussing the modern technologies of the world seemed to be something Héctor was obsessed with lately, as he simply could not grasp the concepts of mobile phones.
“ .. how do they connect? ”
