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blu3bub · 2 years
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knock, knock, knock on wood. (A Bruno x FEM!Reader story)
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chapter 0 here!
STRESS, STRESS, STRESS - CHAPTER 1
“Oi! Y/N!” A voice chants outside the now finished Y/N’s window.
With a held breath in and her muscles tense, she embroiders the last flower together in with the baskets unique weaving pattern. “Just… un Segundo…”
The flowers stem in and around the coconut fiber, careful to make it look perfect in every way. The green empathizing with the light brown fizzing about, everything just melting in to one beautiful masterpiece.
“Aha!”
“Senorita! They kind of need it now?” The voice raises itself to be heard clearer – which seems to be working this time.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Y/N reaches her hand out, sweeping the basket up and in glee spins around. The happiness and relief of finishing the piece painted on her facial features. Smile big, raised eyebrows, it’s almost like the skin around are forced to be thrown out by the more dominating features.
She steps out to her door, opening it up to a familiar face. Señora Luciana.
“That surely did take its time. Ai, Y/N, did you do it last minute yet again?” Luciana can see the stress’ marks that it had left behind on Y/N’s joyful face in all types of ways. Sweat, all kinds of colors stained up her arms and cheeks, dirt almost functioning as natural bronzer, and… was that a tear?
“No, señora, I-“
Luciana sends her a glare, capable of killing a hoard of cows and sure will kill a person, let alone vulnerable Y/N. She crosses her arms and look her up and down. “Dios mìo, Y/N.”
“I’m… sorry.” Y/n hesitates, putting on an angel-like look, the halo barely there to be seen however you can easily imagine one gleaming above her messy up-do of hair. “The… basket? :D”
Luciana grabs the basket by its handles. “Get cleaned up, Y/N, I expect you to be ready in 5”
“5?!”
And there the frightening glare comes yet again. Almost like a laser beam cutting over the tension like it was nothing, though the thickness growing.
“5- 5 is fine! Pshh… easily.” Y/n tries to resurrect her now dissembled confidence.
“4.”
“AI! Okay! I- “
“Hurry!”
And with that, Y/N’s own door gets shut in her face. The clock immediately offering her to dance along to the loud ticking from the grandfather clock, intimidatingly raising it’s whispering for every second that passes, and she has yet to be done. Time pressuring her in between suffocating walls closing around her.
And while Y/N yet again stresses her way through her perhaps last living seconds, life at la casita seems to be for once calmer.
“Dolores, take your cousin Louisa to her room, get her dressed, will you?” Abuela says while she puts out the last few plates on the wooden table.
“Si, abuela!”
“Oh, let med help you, Abuela!” Felix swoons in, grabbing the silverware with his as usual big smile. His curls bouncing carelessly as he hums and sways around.
Perfect melody caressing the already cheerful and calm atmosphere.
The kids playing alongside la casita and changing Louisa, small pep talks and playful aura. Felix helping abuela with the table, chatting about what’s to come. Pepa sitting together with Julieta in the kitchen, exhausted as two pregnant women can be. Agustine running back and forth taking order on how to cook the food by the two women, slightly stressed but in a controlled kind of way.
Everybody was happily helping.
Actually… not… everybody.  
The everybody was missing – and by that, I mean that the everybody we were missing were Bruno. Bruno, the distant and most misunderstood family member. The goofy uncle. The clumsy brother. The “fortune teller.” The only single within his sibling circle, and he sure did make way for that to stay the truth for eternity and on.
Bruno is an introverted extrovert, a man true to his word – literally. He is the Madrigal that can tell you what’s ahead and what to be aware of, and although his gift is as incredible as the others’, people tend to forget he doesn’t control the future, he merely predicts it – and once predicted, there won’t be a lot to do to avoid such circumstance.
Let’s say – he isn’t everybody’s favorite madrigal – if anyone’s.
And the truth is, he is hated for what he can’t change, for what is supposed to be his “gift.” People bothered by him every day, not to mention the long walk up the stairs in his room to then just find out the future isn’t exactly what you hoped.
The only person who doesn’t seem to be affected by this fact is the man himself. Bruno Madrigal. The third triplet.
No, today he is completely unbothered.
Shoulders up high, heel after heel leading him down to the kitchen into the comforting energy and wonderful smell of menu del día. A grin shining from his rather tired looking face.
“Hello there famili-!”
And with that short sentence the atmosphere changes.
“Maldit-“
“Language!”
A pan falls, food flying in the air. Agustine barely on his feet grabbing out and trying to clasp around anything to support him. Rattling kitchen tools landing on the floor, la casita catching every single piece.
“What is happening?!”  Abuela yells.
“Ai, low voice, abuela!” Pepa shrieks as she covers her ears and as she does, tea spills all over her and Julieta’s lap, granted to be a 1st degree burn at least.
“Mi vida-!”
“OW!”
In the background, out from the furthest back of the building in the nursery room, a crying Luisa and a whining Dolores apologizing over and over can be heard as loudly as if they were right in the room beside them.
“Mama!! Tia Julieta! Luisa is impossible!”
“MAMA! DOLORE-“
“SHHH, LuiSA-“
“Girls! Quiet down!” Abuela yells yet again.
“Abuela!” Pepa, Julieta and Felix say in union.
That’s when Bruno reads the queue to leave. The smirk he had washed away together with his uplifting shoulders. Now both were hanging as low as his eye bags. Whatever glee he had saved up to give onto his family is gone.
His heels turning and leading him on out the door, out to in front of the house. La casita making sure the door opens and closes in a quick pace to help him out.
“Way to go, Bruno…” He mumbles to himself while he clenches his fists.
La casita concerningly lift bricks beneath him, nudging him to his sides, a caring move to show that it cares about him. Bruno of course understands this.
“I’m fine, casita.”
The house once more nudges him on. Clinking trying to communicate with this gloomy figure upon its body – trying is the key word.
The man pushes a hair strand behind his ear and fixes his clothing. Pushing his feet into his sandals further just to make sure they were on right. He doesn’t want to make himself look more of a fool.
“Who would ever think that Bruno was ever a good person? Not the atmosphere!” Bruno says to himself, turning his head to the side, kicking a stone off the step.
He puts upon his hood. “We think you’re a good person!” he imitates a strange voice.
“Yes, we do!” Yet another strange voice comes out of him.
Bruno sighs to himself. “Thank you, Hernando and Jorge.” He pulls his hood off again, hair poofing to every direction.
“Who’s… Hernando?” A voice sneaks up on Bruno – No, doesn’t sneak. It has been standing there, watching him the whole time. The time being from when he stepped out to now. And to surprise, this voice isn’t just something he is making up, it’s in front of him. The it being a her, a woman, Y/N Y/L/N.
“Uh- eh-“ Bruno stammers, his hands clamming to each other, anxiously fiddling with one another, trying to come up with a response. “Hernando- is-… eh-“
Y/N tilts her head, looking curiously on the mentally troubled man in front of her. Popcorn thoughts beginning to pop left and right.
God, he looks tired. Is he okay? Is it the way I look? Is he looking at me at all? Do I have dirt on my face? Did I leave the shower running?
“you see... he is- uh- no its more of uh-“ Bruno fumbles with his words, wheeling his now sweaty hands around trying to refresh his brain, start a chain reaction of thoughts in his head, however he is left with an empty mind and one thought alone.
Who is she?
The two staring at each other, silence growing bigger for every awkward “eh” leaving Bruno’s lips. His face copying the tension, reddening every inch of his mocha-colored skin. Y/N’s head building up to a pile of popcorn corns, popping on top of the other, filling up until there is no room for more.
“Bruno?”
“Eh-“ He pulls a hand to the back of his head.
A crowd forms behind the feminine figure in front of Bruno. The towns people carrying sparkling smiles and joy filled eyes as well as a present for each 7th head, all coming towards la casita.
“Oi! Y/N!”
Y/N? Oh! I know! Y/n Y/L/N! Of course… of course…
Bruno claims his mental victory with a small smirk sprouting upon his tomato head, almost forgetting the awful and painful – awkward and confusing – atmosphere. Almost.
“Bruno, what are you tryi-“ Y/N’s head still tilted though now her body turned slightly towards the person calling her name.
“Bruno! Where are you! Bru- Where is he when you need him?!” Bruno hears Pepa speak in a rather defeated tone from behind the doors, the ones he is almost leaning up against in search out of the situation.
“Oh! You hear that- someone is calling- better go now! Sorry!” He hurries to open the door. “Sorry! Sorry!” And as fast as he opened the door, as fast he closes the door. “Sorry!”
“Tïo Bruno!” Isabela exclaims out of surprise looking at her crow-backed uncle hiding behind the big wooden door.
Bruno jolts up and turns quickly on his heels once again. And although he is fast acting, he uses a good 5 seconds before having a reaction to his little niece.
“Tìo-“
“If it isn’t the birthday girl!” His arms spread out, ready to receive a hug from his dear niece. “Come on, give tìo Bruno a hug.”
The girl runs towards her uncle, jumping into a soft embrace leading into a twirl full of giggles and chuckles. Bruno holding Isabela up in the air, acting as if she weighed nothing though his scrawny and thin arms aching to let go.
“Happy birthday, mi Girasol!” He blissfully says with his smile growing wider, examining his nieces gorgeous face decorated in flowers. “What a beautiful get up!”
Isabela giggles. “You’re missing something!”
“Oh?”
And with a swish she grows a flower to put behind Bruno’s ear under his disaster of curls. “You look so pretty! Like a princess!”
“I’m a princess? Mi Girasol, it’s your birthday! You’re the princess.”
“No you are!”
“I am?”
“You are a pretty princess!” Her eyes big with an irresistible pout.
Bruno laughs light-heartly. “Fine. I’m a pretty princess.” He rolls his eyes jokingly.
They join in for another close embrace.
Isabela has always seen the good in Bruno although everybody told her otherwise. When Bruno is at his lowest, she would and still will always come to rescue with her vaguely bad jokes that they - despite the quality of the joke not always being good – will no matter the time or space laugh about and enjoy together. The two of them has always had an unspoken bond that originated from back when Isabela could first understand words. Ironically the most loved and the most … unliked… family member of the whole bunch.
The one thing Bruno has, that no other can claim to have and is envied.
“Awwwww!” The crowd awes in union.
Without the two noticing, la casita had let the doors open wide, letting the town people see the sweet sentimental moment between the two opposites poles.
“diOS Mío!” Bruno clenches on tight to Isabela, hiding her in his arms like he is protecting her as a mother bear would protect a cub from a threat. His anxious heart pounding fast.
“It’s alright, tío Bruno!” Isabela snickers.
“nO-“ His voice cracks.
“We have gifts for the birthday chica, Isabela” Y/N sparkle.
“PRESENTS!” Isabela yells excitedly, wiggling her body out of Bruno’s hug to run out and collect her gifts.
Bruno forced to let go, turning his heels yet again to meet the same face as he did before. The woman he had heard so much about from his sister Pepa and her husband Felix.  Y/N Y/L/N. A name assigned to the right owner, a puzzle piece finding it’s place within the others around.
So, this is Y/N Y/L/N.
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balkanbitch · 2 years
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Part two of the Mirabel wreapon au
(part one)
Mirabel twirled the golden dagger in her tiny hands.
She sat on a bench in her families kitchen. She had ditched the festival it was going to be no fun for her anyway.
Plus she already got the only thing she wanted. Her dagger, her beautifully crafted dagger.
She had seen similar objects to it all over. Mostly in the kitchen, although they where shorter with no delicate engravings and no gold. Mirabel wondered what it would be like to play with the dagger. To slash with it, to bring down bad guys like she read about in books.
Mirabel stood up dagger in hand and made a slash in the air. It made whooshing sound as it cut through nothing. Mirabel stared at the dagger wondering what else she could do with it before attacking the air again
We slished and slashed at the pretend foes infront of her. Imagining they where coming at her just as viciously as she was attacking them. She moved around quickly as possible while still attacking the like her life depended on it.
When she finally finished her daydream she had seen she had moved to the outside area of the castia. She looked around to see if any of her family was around. None of them where. She smiled to herself as she launched back in to her fantasy.
In her mind she was a pirate taking down a the bad pirates ship that had stolen from an innocent village. She lunged at the imagery captain of the opposing ship. There weapons colliding sparking as they countied to hit blades against blade. Her story was just getting good when she felt sudden pain in her hand.
She dropped her weapon, clutching her hand to her chest. Blood stained her newly made dress. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain barely being able to think.
When she remembered that mama had left out some apreas from this morning. Grabbing her dagger and rushing back to the kitchen search desperately for the left overs. She found them on the top of the table quickly stuffing one in to her mouth aggressively chewing until she felt the magic set in.
Her relaxed as she watched the wound heal itself. She sighed. Soon she finished eating her food once and once again taking out the dagger flipping it over in her hands.
Mirabel was unsure how the dagger could have cut her she was holding it firmly and did not think her injured hand was anywhere near the blade. She turned over again tracing her thumb over the roses.
Maybe she hadn't been as careful as she thought? Maybe she had gotten to wrapped up in her fantasy? Whatever the reason mirabel pondered how much effort she needed to put in to make her movements flawless. So she could move like the characters from her favorite books
As she thought this over she did not hear the front door opening nor the approaching footsteps. She did hear the small gasp let out of her mother. 'Oh', mirabel thought 'I never cleaned the blood off my dress'
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mitch-the-simp · 2 years
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Headcanons For My Encanto OC's
These will be explicitly SFW.
I won't do any NSFW HC for any underage characters. OC or not.
However, I do write NSFW for characters that are over the age of consent.
Marta
19
Water Manipulation Gift
Her room is a huge aquarium hallway that leads to a huge lake. Her bedroom is in a side room before the hallway. She sleeps in a hammock. And has tons of books about the ocean, tides, etc.
Constantly getting into fights with Camilo over him making fun of/impersonating Bruno, but in the end, they're still cousins and love each other.
She hates it when anyone mentions Bruno. It's just a sensitive topic to her.
She misses Bruno a lot. Kinda goes to sleep every night hoping that he'd come back.
Always hanging out with Luisa.
They work together a lot in the village, so they spend a lot of time aside from hanging out.
She helps Luisa with her anxiety.
Doesn't like leaving her alone on the job because she knows it makes Luisa more anxious.
She bonds with Antonio over sea creatures.
She's superstitious af and will always carry a bag of sea salt that she herself collected.
"Abuela, Mirabel! Have you two seen, Luisa? I came back from filling up the well and she was freaking out."
Has her own song about her calming down Luisa.
Constantly shushing people in we don't talk about Bruno.
Jumps Camilo after his verse.
Also gets along pretty ok with Isa because she waters her plants.
"Mi prima Marta, commands the waters." (The Family Madrigal description verse).
When the engagement dinner was ruined, she ran after Luisa when she walked out crying.
Oscar
(The inspo for Oscar was from a whole bunch of fics on here, so it's not 100% original)
15
his IQ is unknown but it's very high up there with Einstein.
Gift: Spirit Medium (He interacts with the dead)
Spends most of his day in his room.
His room starts with a set of stairs that go up with a huge train station at the end where the dead come and go.
His bedroom is next to his office in the train station. It's a single twin bed and a bookshelf with books about morality and law.
He's so busy he basically wakes up earlier than Mirabel to start working.
Mirabel doesn't knock on his door to wake him in the morning because of this.
He chooses which souls to allow into the living world to help/see their families.
He can't allow any of his dead family members into the world of the living. So no Abuelo Pedro. He could allow him in if he wanted to, but that would cause the train to break down. So, of course, he doesn't do it.
He deals with the town's haunted things/homes.
"Yeah, look. Whoever is haunting this place, the family said they want you to go back to the world of the dead. I don't have time for this either, man, I have a train station to run."
Thinks Bruno is dead and haunts Casita because he talks to him through the walls.
He never tells anyone about his convos with Bruno. He's too scared to take away everyone's hope of him returning. Especially his mom's.
Doesn't really talk to anyone but his sister, mom, Dolores (She's quiet unless she's gossiping), and Mirabel (Bc let's face it, she talks to everyone).
Major introvert, but when he's talking to people he likes to hang out with, he's like a shy version of Camilo. Just a little less annoying and more smartass.
Very logical and cold while working and judging who goes in and out, but has a soft spot for dads who just wanna see their children.
"You almost got half the town killed, why would you want to come back?... You want to see your kids... Fine, you have thirty minutes. Don't make me change my mind."
Is always ignored by Abuela Alma because she's a bit resentful that he won't allow Pedro into the world of the living.
Will not hesitate to punch someone (except for Mirabel bc she gets on his nerves the less) for asking about or even mentioning Bruno.
Isn't in We Don't Talk About Bruno until the scene where everyone is setting up the table because he was in his train station.
Doesn't do anything about everyone speaking of Bruno because his mom tells him to behave during dinner.
When everyone walks out after the dinner is ruined, he simply scoffs and walks back into his room.
"Well, what a waste of time."
Really just wanted to get back to think through his father leaving to protect Mirabel.
He wears a conductor's uniform under a poncho because he quite literally doesn't care.
His work hours are 6:30 AM - 10:30 PM
Always checking his pocket watch.
Very punctual to ANYTHING
"You have ten seconds to explain. You better not be wasting my time."
Mirabel was bugging Oscar about Bruno after Luisa told her to check Bruno's tower.
"I know you don't like to talk about your dad, but I'm asking you because I know you'd like it if I didn't hear the rumors. So so you know about the vision he had that was totally, probably why he left?"
*knocks on wood* "Nope, and I don't ever want to know. Have a nice day, Mirabel. NEXT IN LINE!" (actually does, but he won't admit it)
Oh yeah, to talk to him during work hours, you have to line up with the dead.
Carmen
50
A seamstress and Fortune teller (Hobby)
Married to Bruno
Lives in Bruno's tower because she doesn't dare leave unless necessary.
Only comes down for special events, dinner, and delivering any clothes she worked on while she was up in the tower.
"Oh, I'm just here to give you Toñito's shirt. I'm gonna be back up in the tower in a bit."
She saw Mirabel sneak into the tower.
Was just sitting there in the vision room and then "MIRABEL!"
Sits in a rocking chair while she makes clothes.
Filled Bruno's vision cave with mannequins and clothes.
Loves the smell of sand.
She doesn't sleep until she kisses Bruno's pillow. She doesn't sleep on it in fear that it'll lose his scent.
Cries when she hears anyone telling rumors about him
Made the "We Don't Talk About Bruno" Rule
She has her own song that she sings to Mirabel about how she's been up there, staying strong while she waits for Bruno to return.
Likes spending time with Pepa and Juieta.
Walks down from the tower to check on her children. Since the loss of Bruno, she cares about them a lot.
Takes Oscar food when he doesn't come down to dinner.
Oscar reminds her of Bruno since they look very similar.
Always reminds Oscar and Marta that their gifts are special in fear that they would leave like Bruno.
When the vision cave falls, she stays to clean it up. She tells Mirabel to find Bruno for her.
"I don't know where he is. But if ou find him... Tell him I love him... and bring him back home."
Over All
They're all superstitious.
Every time any of them hear anything about Bruno's vision they all throw salt behind their backs and knock on wood.
Marta and Oscar secretly talk shit about Camilo (Because he likes to turn into bruno and because Oscar hates it when he's loud).
Marta and Oscar's prank shenanigans only happen on days where the traffic flow of the station is very low. AND GOD FORBID THAT DAY IS TODAY BECAUSE NO ONE BREATHES IN PEACE.
When Marta and Oscar are both free they wake up Camilo with a bucket of water and sand. It's like tradition at this point.
"SUCK IT LOSER!" Is Marta's favorite prhase to shout at Camilo.
Marta: "One of these days we're gonna get caught."
Oscar: "And? We at least get to keep the fear 'Los engendros diabolicos de Bruno' alive and at our favor~" (Translation: Bruno's hell spawns)
Carmen lightly scolds them when they get in trouble.
She pulls on their ears when they get into a fight. (Mostly happens to Marta)
"QUE THE DIJE DE ANDARTE PELEANDO CON TUS PRIMOS, MUGRE ESQÜINCLA!" (Translation: What did I tell you about getting into fights with your cousins, you little scoundrel!? (esqüincla has no translation. It's more of a negative word to describe a child)
Oscar will straight up box with Camilo for talking about Bruno. Not just throw punches. He will knock him out.
"I better not hear his name some out of his mouth again or I'm knocking out your teeth. A ver si asi se te ocurre ser chismoso..." (Translation: "Let's see if you still think of gossiping like that."
More Headcanons later + Oscar design reveal
THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT GUYS!!! <3
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mitch-the-simp · 2 years
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Oscar design + More Hcs
Finally, I finished the concept design of Oscar, so here it is, as promised.
I wasn’t joking when I said he looked like Bruno!
(This is just him in his uniform, but he wears a poncho over it on a daily basis. He's just forced to take the poncho off on special occasions.)
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And then we have Oscar with his poncho bc he gives no fucks
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More Oscar HCs
Hates kids, only tolerates Antonio bc he's his cousin and he's used to him.
"Eww... People..." *walks back into his room*
Well, not miss an opportunity to be a smartass.
"Well, actually, she wouldn't die from touching a sundew by accident, Isabella. She would only feel slight discomfort where the plant touched her." *walks away*
His hobby is judging people and he's good at it.
"I'm sorry, but did you wake up like this? Because it looks like you tossed and turned all night, got up, left that mop you call your hair untouched, then went about your day."
Puts Marta's hair up in a ponytail and fusses about how her hair is messy.
"DO YOUR HAIR MARTA! IT LOOKS LIKE A BIRD LAYS HER EGGS IN THERE!"
Ironically does not do his own hair.
Likes scaring people in the town.
Also likes to take advantage that he's an "Engendro diobolico de Bruno" and simply tells people they'll die in their sleep if they bother him.
His eyes shine green (they're already green anyway, so they basically just shine) when he's made his final decision on whether a soul gets to pass through or not. Same when he's deciding whether you're worth his time.
I said it before, but he's very obsessed with the passing of time (mostly because he's worried about the future and him not having enough time etc). He'll go through the lengths of having a timer with him at all times. He is also checking his pocket watch all the time and has posters that relate to time all around the station.
"OH! LOOK AT THE TIME!" (buts it's not sarcastic, he's actually in a real hurry)
He doesn't consider reading a pastime, he sees it as work too.
"Nope, can't. I have work." is his main excuse to not do anything.
Can summon any dead person he needs into the living world EXCEPT for his dead family members.
*summons random man* "Alright, mind telling us what you were doing at *insert time*?"
Scaring kids is his pastime.
*walks up to the three kids from the first song* "What do we have here? Perfect early death material~" *the kids run off screaming in fear*
Really misses Bruno, even though he barely remembers how he looks like.
When Bruno talks to him through the walls, he sheds a few silent tears of joy.
When Bruno comes back at the end, he sees him and tries to be mad about him being alive and not coming back.
"You... I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! ALL THESE YEARS AND YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU WERE DEAD!? PUT YOUR DUKES UP, OLD MAN! PUT THEM...up..." *breaks down and cries*
Hugs Bruno tightly afterward bc he misses his dad.
Cries when Bruno says he's proud of him.
He doesn't like to admit how much he loves Bruno, but everyone knows his dad is his hero.
I mentioned in my previous post that he really tolerates Mirabel, and by that I mean he shows her the most patience.
Oscar: "NEXT IN LINE" *sees Mirabel and sighs* "What now? Oh, and make it quick."
Mirabel: "Hey Oscar, you know, I was talking to Luisa earlier and you know what happened yesterday with the magic and what not... So I was wondering if you know anything about what your dad saw in his vision."
Oscar: *knocking on his desk* Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock, Knock on wood. *turns back to her* No I don't know what he saw, goodbye Mirabel. NEXT IN LINE!"
Mirabel: "NO WAIT-" *gets pushed out of line, but runs into his office* "Do you, uh, know of anyone who might know?"
Oscar: *would not normally do this EVER* Have you perhaps tried asking my mom?
Mirabel: "Thank you, Oscar! You're my favorite cousin."
Oscar: "Yeah right, I don't guarantee you she knows anything though, but if anyone could know it's her." *sighs, then throws salt behind his back*
For some reason, he can vibe with Mirabel sometimes (he thinks he pities her, but he actually just cares about her and he just refuses to accept he cares about anyone but himself)
Tries his best to uphold a serious,"idk idc" image. Fails sometimes.
He literally looks like a corpse on full moons and takes full advantage of it.
Uses his appearance on full moons as an excuse to not attend events.
"You don't want to invite a corpse to your party, or do you?"
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Thank you guys for the support! <3
Don't forget my requests are always open, so don't be shy! I'm trying to build up an audience! <3
Anyway,
Thank you guys,
-Mitch
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