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shadowhandss60 · 8 months

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I saw your plea for fanfic ideas and immediately hit the ask button.

I beg of you please give us manorian and the thirteen but like happy. This fandom deprives me of happy thirteen content.

Tried for happy and cute while trying to remain true to the characters 🙂

(I liked this, now I wanna do more happy moments with Manorian and the Thirteen)

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"Neat trick." Asterin said, lying back on her bedroll. She had an arm tucked behind her head as she stared at Dorian.

He was sitting upright, one arm propped on his bent knee while the other swirled in the air, passing various elements around the fire he had created before them.

"I think it would be more interesting were he to set something or someone on fire," Vesta called from the opposite side, staring a little too long at the king before her.

"Yeah, you.” Sorrel grumbled from her place to the left of Asterin, facedown on her bedroll.

A few of the thirteen laughed at that and Vesta flashed a vulgar gesture towards Sorrel, which the third could not see but returned all the same.

Dorian chuckled under his breath, eyes unfocused as he searched for something, or someone, beyond the circle.

Asterin had noted Manon and Dorian's inclination to save space beside one another when it came time for rest early on in their journey, though she never mentioned it to either of them.

He sent a flame careening around the group and Asterin tracked the glow in the rest of the thirteen’s eyes as they followed it.

The king’s gaze shifted back to the forest before his sapphire eyes landed on the fire again.

"How does it work?" Briar, of all people, called out beside Vesta.

She had been sitting crossed-legged with her arms folded, scowling at the king for darkness knew how long. It was a good sign, considering she usually outright glared at outsiders.

"I just will it." Dorian shrugged. "Sounds foolish when I say it, but it's really my only explanation. I tend to think of some of the elements as seasons at times; it helps me focus when I'm training."

The ball of ice circling the group began to grow until it burst into a whisp of fine flakes that scattered in the breeze, though none hit them.

Imogen raised her hand from her bedroll to try and caress them but said nothing, turning her head to face the king from her place beside Sorrel.

"Ice and snow for winter."

"Your personal favorite," Vesta noted gesturing with the blade she had begun sharpening.

Dorian shrugged. "Yes, you could say that."

A few others sat up, not awoken as none had been sleeping, all waiting for their Wingleader to return, but rather intrigued.

Asterin then heard a sound like a waterfall and looked up to see the dome surrounding the camp where water seemed to trickle down around them, reaching far enough to cover their group of wyverns.

"Water for spring." Dorian continued.

The rain began to stream heavier down the sides of the dome, then as he brought his hand down to stop the downpour, the fire before them roared.

The shield surrounding the camp seemed to thicken as if to keep the blazing light hidden from any watchful eyes.

"Fire for summer."

Asterin looked to him then, his eyes blazing gold when reflected in the firelight.

There was a pause as the flames ceased and Dorian must have been reaching out with his magic as both he, Asterin, and the rest of the thirteen turned their heads to the sound of approaching footsteps.

Manon Blackbeak made her way through the foliage, her hair near luminous in the moon and firelight. Asterin could hear Dorian swallow.

She fought the urge to roll her eyes as Manon's gaze met the king next to her.

"And for Autumn, princeling?" Her cousin's voice rang out as she made her way forward, her mask of annoyance unwavering, though Asterin knew her enough to note the curiosity brimming under the surface.

Asterin turned to Dorian and he kept his eyes focused on Manon, cocking his head slightly, and the wind around them began to roar.

The fire and those on their bedrolls remained untouched, but Asterin could hear the whistle in her ears as if she were soaring through the skies on the back of Narene.

She glanced back to Manon as she strode towards the fire and saw her cousin's hair a whipping mass around her face as she scowled.

Thea snorted and Vesta chuckled under her breath, catching a glare from Manon that had her quieting.

"Wind." The king smirked, resting back on his hands as he surveyed Manon, now standing above him in the space he had unconsciously left for her.

There was a smile playing on his lips that nearly made Asterin grin in return.

She was wary of him when they first met; they all were, but his respect for Manon was evident in how he spoke to her.

Though he challenged her, it was never in a way that made her second's hackles rise. If anything, she found it a grand source of entertainment.

Faline and Fallon had questioned as to why Manon had not killed him yet.

With the way he sometimes spoke so freely with her, it was a wonder he wasn't asking for it, but the demon-twins likely didn't mean it as a genuine question because they could all see the spark of lust and intrigue in Manon's gaze whenever he had a smartass remark or outright questioned her.

Like she wasn't a battle-forged weapon he should fear.

They had all seen him with the collar, seen the monsters that lay underneath the skin, wearing beautiful faces as masks to hide a thirst for violence that even repulsed them.

They knew that he had likely seen nightmares far worse than what surrounded him in this circle, so Asterin found it fitting that he would be the one to pique the Wing Leader's interest.

None had ever spoken to her like that, not even Asterin until recently; she couldn't help but smile at the softness Manon tried to hide when she saw the king.

It reminded her of that cabin, of her hunter, of a life she may not lead but one that Manon may yet experience.

Manon reached down and shoved Dorian's shoulder harder than was necessary as she tugged her bedroll from her shoulder.

"Very cute." She deadpanned.

Kaya grinned from across the fire beside Vesta, and Manon's head shot up as if she could sense it.

"Something funny?"

The witch's grin broadened, but she shook her head, the king speaking in her sted.

"Sarcasm suits you," Dorian said beside her. "Even with that delivery."

Manon stiffened, but she could see her cousin fighting a smile from her place beside her.

"Oh?" She continued to spread the stiff roll of leather. "And what delivery may that be, princeling."

It seemed as though everyone was sitting up now; they had all grown accustomed to the teasing and flirting amongst the two monarchs.

Asterin sometimes grew tired of it as Manon's cousin, but she couldn't deny that the sight of Manon frustrated, in more ways than one, wasn't entertaining.

"Like you'd like to kill me in my sleep tonight."

A few snickers rang around the fire, "Keep talking and I just might."

The king shrugged and laid down again, one arm bent behind his head. Manon sat, still facing the fire.

"I'd like to see you try."

Manon faced him then and though Asterin couldn't see her, she could feel the violence dripping from her posture, mixed with-

"Gross." Sorrel called out beside her.

Manon snapped her head towards her third. “What?" She hissed.

"Oh, you know what…I can't wait until you two can get some privacy and leave us out of this." Thea called.

A few of the other witches began chuckling, and even Asterin couldn't hide her snort of laughter.

Manon's eyes seemed to blaze as she stared down her cousin.

Asterin didn't try to hide her smile. "Don't blame me. You're the one that brought us this particular brand of entertainment."

There were full-on laughs around the fire now and it looked as though Manon was five seconds away from shoving someone into the flames.

"Entertainment, am I?" Dorian purred from the other side of Manon and she sucked in a sharp hiss of breath.

"Yes, and a glorified guard. That is all."

Dorian's eyes glimmered with mischief, but all he said was, "Hmmm." As he again faced the sky, twirled a small vortex of ice, and sent it around the fire.

Suddenly, a small thud from the opposite side of where their Wyverns were, brought them all bolt upright; Manon and the rest of the thirteen stood while Dorian crouched, hands flexed and looking as though they were dipped in ice.

They settled when they saw Abraxos staring from the other side of the shield Dorian had out, looking as annoyed as she had ever seen.

“You can leave but I have to open it to get back in.” Dorian grinned sheepishly towards the wyvern, as if he could understand such things. "Sorry."

Manon scoffed and walked towards her mount.

"You're insufferable." She called out as she strode towards him but her hand stroked his face affectionately, scratching at a scar behind his left eye that had him nearly kicking like a dog.

The beast opened his maw, and a heap of wet, saliva-covered, yellow flowers rolled off his tongue like some kind of offering and Manon jumped to the side.

"What-"

She was cut off by Thea and Kaya bursting into laughter, followed by Vesta and even the green-eyed demon twins.

If looks could kill, they would have all fallen prey to the glare thrown at them by her cousin.

Still, as Dorian, Sorrel, and Asterin joined in the fray of laughter, Manon's glare subsided into the slightest grin that had the rest of the witches grinning or continuing in their laughter.

A short grunt sounded from Abraxos and Manon turned to face him again as he closed his eyes and seemed to be nuzzled by an invisible force, his chin lifting as if Manon were still scratching at him though her hands were at her side.

They all turned to Dorian, where he now lay on his bedroll, eyes wholly trained on Manon as if 13 deadly witches did not surround him.

He merely smiled and she continued to stare back long enough that Vesta cleared her throat

"Darkness save us. Could you too not grope eachother in front of us."

Manon snarled at that, "No one was groping, watch it."

Vesta snorted and laid back again, settling with her feet stretching towards the fire, raising her hand and flicking it in the air.

"I don't know what he does with those weird ghost hands of his."

"No, but you'd like too-" Imogen sing-songed but was cut off with a grunt, likely from an elbow to the ribs.

Manon scowled, giving Abraxos one last pat on his snout before he sauntered back to nuzzle Asterin's mount, nudging a soaked flower towards her.

She smiles at the gesture and turned back to her cousin, noting the slight flush on her cheeks but deciding not to comment.

"Whoever isn't sleeping in the next 10 minutes is training the princeling tomorrow."

Edda spoke at that, "So, say I'm awake in eleven, I get to spar with him?"

Dorian groaned and rolled towards Manon, speaking in a loud whisper. “Gods help me, make it 30 minutes, please. She’ll be out in 20, and you won’t like me missing teeth.”

Asterin could hear the smile in Manon's voice but her tone was final for all.

"Sleep."

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Asterin woke at dawn; the sounds around them were muted due to the shield Dorian could somehow keep as he slept though he had his magic reaching beyond, should someone approach.

She sat up on her bedroll, careful not to rouse the others.

Stretching, she smiled to herself as she saw Manon and the king facing each other, though Manon rarely slept on her side, their fingers nearly brushing as they seemed to reach towards each other like reflections in a mirror.

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sophsun1 · 1 year

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"We also know that deep down, you care about us. Even though you'd never admit it."

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officialtayley · 10 months

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Hayley was an easy target I think. At the beginning, she was the one with a contract - but this doesn't mean she could choose what to do or the people she could have in the band (and about this, I think she tried to negotiate the best she managed, to have at least some of the guys with her that, at the right time, could ask for their other friends to join - this is exactly what happened. Also, we have T's side which is differently because he's always said his parents wanted him to finish school first, which is what he did before actually joining the band. So... The truth is somewhere in the middle I guess). When J*sh and Zac left, of course she was the one to blame, for the aforementioned reason. But Taylor stayed, even though Zac was his best friend.

Then, when J*rm filed the lawsuit against H&T, in his song he says he warned Taylor, but I'd say from what? Since he had been the one to be kicked out from the band countless times just for H to bring him back, basically granting for him, and he did THAT. Once again, Taylor stayed. And seriously, watching videos and pictures now you can really see how Hayley was struggling. You can't fake that. You can even hear it in her voice, it lacked the usual spark. Zac coming back to stay really confirms Taylor's side, that she was never the villain of the story. Now, I'm not saying she's totally innocent and the others were all bad, because each one of them had their reasons and rights+wrongs (as it happens in every argument, nothing is all black and white), but at the end of the day, if it weren't for "Hayley's dream", Paramore as we know it wouldn't even exist. J*sh tried a solo career, and see where he ended up. Same thing for J*remy. Zac started his own project, and it's going well enough - it would've gone well enough even if he didn't rejoin Paramore, because he is a different kind of person. Taylor never tried anything else, because he didn't think it was necessary and didn't want to without her, and same for Hayley if we really think about it. Because her solo stuff came out because T convinced her to - her words. She even said for a moment she considered disbanding and starting a new project with Taylor, with a different name.

The others probably saw her as a threat when she wasn't at all. T (and later Z) saw her as the girl who wanted to sing in a band with her friends. It's all here for me.

man.... that was all so well said and spot on. it's incredible though that she always had 1 person who saw her for who she is, just saw her as human.

#douxange #answered #i'm emotional #this made me emo

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for anons like that who insult your work. Your writing is genuinely amazing and i hate that people try to say things like that about you. please do not let the haters get to you!! your fanfictions are so good and I can tell that you’re an incredible person as well <3

thank you bb! <3 i really didn’t let it get to me, i was just so frazzled at first methinks. i’m lucky enough to have really sweet friends to talk to abt it and they eased the brain a lil bit :] again! thank you for your kind words, it really does mean a lot <3

#some nonnies are silly #hmm!#this made me emo #ari’s mailbox 💌

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simba-bonfamille-lyons · 1 year

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A Great Story /./ [Self Para]

One shot 1000 words. Simba’s favorite memory of Swynlake

tw -- nondescript mentions of earthquakes and some blood.

“Daddy!”

The floor was shaking and people were screaming.

Simba had been sneaking around with Nala, trying to get a taste of dinner before it was actually served. Now, he was running hand in sweaty hand with her, trying to find his parents.

By the time he slammed into his mom, the ground had stopped shaking. He was bleeding. He wasn’t sure why or how, but he felt the breath rush out of him as he clung to his mama, Nala right beside him, clinging too.

Sarabi laughed gently. It was a shaky sound too, as if the floor was still moving for her. She put her hand on the backs of the children’s heads. “Hello. Are you alright?” She knelt down, holding each of them by the bicep as she looked them over.

Simba shook his head. Nala too.

“Baby, you’re bleeding.”

“Oh.” Simba looked down at the scrape on his arm. As soon as he laid his eyes on it, it started to throb slightly. As if he had just remembered for it to hurt. He frowned but he was already crying, big crocodile tears. He tried to sniffle them away. He didn’t want to be crying. Nala wasn’t crying. Even if he could feel her shaking like a leaf next to him.

“That’s my brave Simba.” She kissed his forehead. “I’m glad you’re okay. Just sit down right here, okay?”

“Where are you going?” Simba asked sharply.

“To go find your father. Hey, Sabine, could you watch Simba and Nala for a minute while I go find Mufasa?”

“Of course.” The woman turned to Simba and Nala and knelt down in front of them. “Well, that was certainly something, wasn’t it?”

Nala didn’t say anything. Simba nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! It was crazy. I mean—I was cool the whole time.” There were still tear tracks on his face.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I grabbed Nala and went and found my mama. I even got injured, look!” He shoved his bleeding forearm in her face.

She pulled back slightly, pressing her lips together but nodded. “Wow, look at you. So brave.”

Simba beamed. His arm didn’t even hurt anymore, not really.

“Did I hear injury?”

That was Dr. Ali. Simba recognized him from when he broke his arm last year.

“Hi, Dr. Ali! I cut my arm!”

“I see that. Do you know what you cut it on?”

Simba thought for a second, then shook his head.

“Nala?”

Nala snapped towards him; eyes still wide. After a moment, she shook her head no.

“Okay. Well, let’s get it cleaned up. Good thing I brought my kit.”

“Do you mind watching them, Dr. Ali? I should go find Jerome.”

“Yes, of course, Sabine.”

“Great, thank you.”

The doctor took out an antiseptic wipe and began cleaning off the blood. It stung but Simba just curled his toes in his shoes and sat very still. “It’s not deep, so it should heal on its own. I’m going to wrap some gauze around it, okay? And I want you to tell your mommy that you need to come see me tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Good boy.”

The doctor wrapped his arm and then someone new ran up to him. “Doctor, my daughter broke her arm.”

“I told Sabine I would watch Simba and Nala.” The adults searched around and Dr. Ali tapped a small woman on the shoulder.

“Charisse, would you be so kind as to watch Simba and Nala for a few moments?”

“What? Oh. Yes, of course. Don’t worry. I’ve got them.”

“Hi, Mrs. Beauton!” Simba said, waving. “Oh! Hi, Belle!” He said as the woman turned around to reveal the baby she was holding.

She blinked at Simba with big blue eyes.

“Is she okay?”

“Oh, yes. She’s perfectly fine. Tough girl. She is not phased by much.”

“Good,” Simba said with a nod and looked at Nala. “You’re a tough girl too.” He reached out to squeeze Nala’s hand.

Nala smiled at him.

“Simba? Oh, there you are.”

Simba looked up at the sound of his mum’s voice and smiled. “Hi, Mama! Mrs. Beauton and Belle were just saying hi.”

“I see you got patched up?” Sarabi asked, grabbing Simba’s flailing arm and holding it out so she could examine it.

“I believe Dr. Ali did that,” Charisse said.

“Ah. Thank you for watching them, Charisse. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Oh, no. We are just going to go home. That was enough excitement for one day, oui, mon cherie?” she cooed at the toddler, who smiled and nodded, pressing her face against her mother’s neck. “Have a good night. Stay safe.”

“You too.”

When the woman left, Simba looked up at his mother. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s helping people. I’m going to take you home, Nala, and then you’re getting tucked right into bed.”

“Can I help too?”

Sarabi smiled at him and leaned over to kiss the top of his head. “Not tonight, but it’s very nice of you to offer.”

Simba grabbed his mum’s hand and, still with Nala’s in the other, walked out of Town Hall into the warm summer’s night.

When they got home, Sarabi took Simba up to bed and tucked him in, nice and tight. Simba didn’t feel tired though. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He won’t be home until late, but he’s okay, I promise.”

Simba thought about this for a moment. “He’s helping people?”

“Yes. Good night, baby.”

“Good night.”

/./ /./ /./

The telltale creak of a floorboard outside Simba’s room awoke him just as his father turned the handle and stepped inside. He sat down on the edge of the bed, big hand on Simba’s back. Simba kept his eyes closed.

“I know you’re just pretending,” Mufasa whispered conspiratorially.

Simba giggled and then cracked an eye open. “How’d you know?”

“Because I know you.”

Simba sat up some, wide awake. He looked over his dad, who seemed no worse for wear. “What happened?”

“It was an earthquake because of someone’s magic. An accident.”

“Cool.”

Mufasa chuckled. “You alright?”

“Yup!”

“You weren’t scared?”

“Nope!”

“You took care of Nala and your mama?”

“Yup!”

“Good boy.”

“Did you helped the people?”

“Yes, I did. I tried, anyway, because that is what we do, right?”

“Help people?”

“Mhm.”

“Yes!” Simba smiled. “We always help. No matter what.”

“That’s right.” Mufasa leaned in and kissed Simba’s forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning and you can tell me all about how you got that cut.”

“It’s a great story.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“Night, Daddy!”

“Good night, Simba.”

#swynlabors #self para #a good story #this made me emo #i hope the concept came across #idk if it id #it worked in my head

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internetgremlin-writes · 2 years

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Hiiii hope you’re enjoying your time at the placement 🥰 just wanted to apologize in the name of everyone lmao for being so insistent on the next chapter of Flat Spin please take your time I hope you’re not feeling to much pressure on posting it 😭 we know it’s gonna be amazing when it comes out <3 I’ve been sending it to lots of my moots on twitter cause you deserve the love and appreciation

This is so cute and so sweet for so many reasons there are literal tears in my eyes rn

Honestly thank you so much!! As much as i do love everyone begging for new chapters and hyping me up and motivating me to write, it also means A FUCK TON when you guys understand that I have a lot of shit on outside of writing and sometimes it takes time to make content.

I promise I am working really hard to make this chapter worth the wait and I seriously seriously appreciate all the patience you guys have had with me atm <3

Also consider this my shameless appreciation and encouragement of you to promote me on Twitter 🌶❤

#iggytalks #this made me emo #but in a good way #:'))

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ughgoaway · 4 months

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pls don’t do the breakup.

“we don’t have to break our favorite things just because the heartache will prove that they were in fact our favorite”

oh why did this almost make me reconsider? bc like you're kinda right!! do we need to lose the thing we love just to prove we loved it??? how did you know that quotes like that are my achilles heel???

but I am sorry to say I will be continuing with the angsty fic for now, but I swear I will write some fluff to go in tandem with it <333

#this made me emo #but i also wrote some dialouge today that i like too much to abandon...#i wont be offended if y'all just ignore the angst and act like it never happened lol #denial and delusion are my favs #anon!#teacher au!

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diadraws · 7 months

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statistically speaking it is impossible for us to ever be more back than we are right now

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #shadybug #toxinelle #miraculous world #dia draws #digital #fanart #miraculous ladybug spoilers #THEY MADE HER EMO THEY DID THAT FOR ME

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overtake · 5 months

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"With age on his side, he could yet go onto break all the records to be the most successful of all time."

Quotes from: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

#max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #op #edits #i guess #i don't really know what this is. i just got emo over max (likely place for me to be) and made this during class the last two days #long post #like really long i am so sorry

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waitingona-mirabel · 1 year

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Wednesday, November 16 — The Character Tour: create a travel itinerary featuring 10 significant locations from your character’s life (can be in the same town/city, country, or even around the world!). You can do this in a saved Google Map too.

The Mirabel Madrigal Tour of Isla Silvia, Avalor

(some mentions of religion/prayer)

1. Playa flores

Begin your tour by waking up before dawn and tiptoeing down the stairs (careful, don’t wake anyone) and don’t bother with shoes— just stick ‘em in your backpack. The sand is cool under your toes and somewhere, in the distance, there’s birdsong mingling with kids laughing. Mirabel hasn’t been to Playa Flores before dawn, only during the day, but this is how she always pictured it. If— when— she ever goes back to Isla Silvia, this is the first thing she wants to do. She’s always felt like this place is special, and it’s where she wants to be the first time she sees the sun rise over Avalor again.

2. Felicia’s

By the time the sun is up, Felicia will have set up for the day, and this is where you’ll go for breakfast. Pick up a pound cake and a coffee and ask her how she is today, and she’ll tell you her elbow hasn’t been the same since those horrible children crashed their bikes into her stand last summer, and you’ll commiserate, and she’ll drop a little extra sugar in your coffee. Trust me, the extra sweetness will be just right.

3. Calle du sol

Speaking of bikes, you left yours at Alejandra’s yesterday, so you’ll have to walk. But it’s a gentle walk, an easy one— though maybe you’ll want to put your shoes on now. The sun is warm on your back and rising quickly, and though this is a smaller road, cars zip past now and then and you hear snippets of music. Don’t worry about putting your earphones in. Just listen to the music.

4. Alejandra’s house

There it is, lying in her driveway, still a little dewey from last night. You need to stop leaving your things here, but she’s at Casita just as often and your possessions are so intermingled at this point that there’s no point separating them. Mirabel still has some of Alejandra’s books and magazines, and maybe she’ll get to give them back one day (she only wants to because it means seeing her again).

5. Casita

You’ll recognize this one, if you’ve been to Mirabel’s home in Swynlake, but something feels different, she insists. It just feels more right here, like the house knows where it’s supposed to be. Nothing was ever perfect, of course, but Mirabel remembers Casita in Avalor in bright colors, shining tiles, sun-drenched.

6. La iglesia

You lingered too long and missed mass, but Mirabel likes the church when it’s empty, anyway. Sit down in one of the pews, you don’t have to pray, just admire the way the sun filters in through the scenes on the windows and the way it warms the wood of your seat. You can ask some questions too, if you want to. If you’re worried about the future. If you’re fourteen and confused about who you are and what you want and whether things will be okay again by next year. But you may not hear anything back but some humming in the pew behind you, an old sister who’s always there whispering the rosary.

7. La escuela

School is only a few minutes down the road, and now you have your bike, so it’s even faster. Toss it on the rack outside the building and don’t worry about it— no one else has the same electric blue one Papá got for your birthday. Sit at a picnic table in the courtyard and take out the arepa Mamá slipped in your pocket while you were home and it will still be warm and just right. Love and laughter and freedom are folded into the dough and it will be almost like lunch hour in 7th grade again.

8. Señora Perez’s

Hurry to her house, you won’t want to be late. Mirabel never wanted to be late, though, because she looked forward to it all day, getting to pick up the accordion and bring sweet songs of her family’s home to life. Run your fingers over the keys, squeeze it shut and pull it open again, close your eyes and let the music flow out of you. You know exactly what to do.

9. La heladería

It’s too many sweets for one day, but being on Isla Silvia is enough of a reason to celebrate. Walk your bike just a few houses down to la heladería and order the coconut flavor, Mirabel’s favorite. The whole school is here. You spilled ice cream on your nice new dress but you think you can hide it from Abuela (you can’t). Your friend wants to talk to a boy but she is too scared. The sun is starting to go down and you’re eating ice cream that will spoil your dinner but it’s your first taste of freedom and the first thing Mamá lets you do on your own and you feel so very grown up, so very full of hope, and you just can’t wait to be fifteen.

10. Calle centro

Don’t go to sleep just yet. Walk home in the early-summer dusk, your appetite spoiled, full of lightness and ice cream and a little too much sugar that makes you feel you are bouncing on air. A creature runs across the path and you imagine you will see him again in your cousin’s bedroom soon enough. Your friend lives on this road and she peels off to make it home before curfew. This time, take your time. Smell how sweet it is, the air. This is the thing you will miss the most.

#swynwrimoemma #swynwrimo2022 #i don't know really what this is supposed to be but i imagine it almost like a dream #like maybe the story mirabel tells herself when she's trying to go to sleep #or maybe when she's praying #something like that #hc #this made me emo

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