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Stinky. <3

WHY DO YOU KEEP LEAVING THESE HERE

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slides in here since i'm going to watch coco tomorrow in theaters again...like for a small lil starter?

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lays down --- sorry i've been MIA BUT! i really do want to try writing here again so we'll see what i can do tonight saldkghasdf ;;

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imelda will honestly always have a special place inside my heart --- she's just helped me with so many things as a character :((

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may be briefly active on here because it's that time of month again when imelda slowly buzzes around in my head <3

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She’s judging her husband at the moment.

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Imelda for art class

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blxssoming​:

Héctor pauses. Years? Díos. The more time he spends with his wife and familia, the more it hits him that he’s missed so many important things. He never got to be there for any of it. Her achievements— milestones— it breaks his heart. It was all stolen from him.

He takes a breath, taking a few steps so he’s standing by her side, a couple feet apart. He locks eyes with Imelda, then turns his attention to the set of boxes in front of them. He takes ahold of a stack. He assumes it’s supplies in there for shoes?

“ Oh yeah! Of course I talked to them. The twins are the same as I remember! Still finishing each other’s sentences. ”

“ Rosita and Julio are so nice. Victoria is as well. ” Or— he tried to start a conversation with Victoria, and if looks could kill. He only ends up receiving the second most deadly glare he’s ever seen. Imelda wins that contest. “ Though it… seems she needs more time to adjust to me being here. Where am I putting these, by the way? ”

❁ ❁  Sometimes, she forgot how long she had been doing this. Time didn’t matter in the Land of the Dead, after all, & what was the point of counting years when she was already dead? But she could understand as to why it mattered to him up until now, & although she never asked about it, she could sense the dread from his healing bones.

Blinking at him as he came to her side, she remained quiet, before deciding to continue the conversation. “  Well, that’s good.  ” Out of everyone she knew, truly the twins remained the same as ever. They may have outgrown her, but she still saw them as the hermanitos that bothered her daily (which still remained true to this day).

“  Victoria...you might need to be patient with her,  ” she said, quickly glancing away. It was technically her fault for putting those stories in her head ever since she was a child, telling her & Elena how awful her spouse was...& how the story was passed down to each generation. Now staring at the box, she looked at him, then paused. “  Over there,  ” she said, nodding toward the direction. “  They’re just pairs that haven’t sold well.  ”

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mindpattern​:

❝  WHAT  ?  ❞  ernesto  all  but  exclaims  incredulously  ,  eyes  wide  with  shock  that  borders  on  genuine  at  the  mere  mention  of  her  expressing  herself  thusly  .  she’d  rather  …  kiss  ass  than  kiss  him  ?  that  can’t  be  right  !  sure  ,  they  drive  each  other  up  the  wall  ,  and  most  of  the  time  he’s  the  one  starting  problems  for  fun  ,  but  …  ❝  imelda  ,  you’re  breaking  my  heart  !  i  taste  way  better  than  culo  .  don’t  do  that  to  yourself  .  seriously  ;  at  least  let  me  give  you  proper  thanks  for  the  apple  with  a  kiss  .  i  swear  ,  only  you  would  take  my  affections  as  ‘bothering  you’  .  ❞

❁ ❁  She couldn’t careless of how much of an act he put on in front of her---she simply wasn’t going to have it today. Flicking her hand at the man, she let out a loud groan. “  We’ve played this game many times, ‘nesto---you can stop.  ” Somehow, their dynamic had become a local daily skit for all to watch in town (in which she didn’t appreciate in the slightest). Could anyone be blamed, though? They were quite a sight to watch from a distance.

“  Your affection brings nothing but pain to me, & I’d appreciate it if you danced away to a different mujer.  ”

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not imelda coming home after seeing ernie and her family is going like: m’ija, how was your day---

her: DON’T TALK TO ME >:(

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blxssoming​:

“ Oh no— eso no es lo que yo— ” He panics, fearing he’s offended her. Ever since his return to the familia, he’s been petrified of making anymore mistakes. She’s allowed him to come back after everything. Something like that can’t afford a single screw up.

“ You’re not at all. ” He gently reassures. Imelda is by far the strongest person he’s ever met in his lifetime, and in death. It’s not like they haven’t done this for decades. She pushes him away, yet he still tries. Though he is patient and respects her boundaries of course.

He notices the way her mood changes when he enters a room, or when she moves away from him when he’s standing close by. It’s different from when she had suddenly jumped into his arms after being on stage. Or when she slips up and calls him the love of my life. Perhaps it was just adrenaline or in the moment. But it’s obvious that feeling is still there and it makes Héctor want to keep trying. He will gladly welcome back the need for something like hugging, or even holding hands. Baby steps.

“ Julio looks like he has your hermanos to help him out… and this is a lot of boxes. I don’t even think I’d be able to carry those by myself. ”

❁ ❁  It was moments like this that she wished she wasn’t so...difficult. She knew it herself, she knew how stubborn she could be with personal matters like this. But how could she be not herself? She was never apologetic with who she was...until now. Had she been given time alone, she would have pulled her own head out (quite literally).

Noticing the amount of doubt she was giving her husband, she let out a frustrated sigh & tried to relax a little. “  Experience,  ” she answered flatly, “  you get used to it when you’ve done it for years.  ” Keeping herself busy by organizing the boxes, she still didn’t look at him.

Her brothers...ugh. She should have known. Whether it was done on purpose or not, they always seemed to find a way to push her to him, in hopes that they could rekindle their love faster. What they weren’t aware of was the fact that it took time, & right now, she wanted to take everything slowly. No longer was he in a state of fatality---they both had nothing but time in their hands now.

& she may as well use it as much as possible.

“  So,  ” she finally started off, back still faced toward him, “  ¿have you been talking to the rest of the familia?  ” They were far more welcoming than she was, at least.

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imelda aka i will brb cause i need to cleanse my entire mouth with holy water

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❁ ❁  Just when she thought the conversation was over, a shiver ran up her spine. Aggressively pivoting her heel to look back at him, she gave him a look of absolute disgust. “  ¿Qué te pasa?  ” Oh, he was looking to start something---wasn’t he? She could have gagged then & there if she wanted to, she felt her stomach churn. If someone told her the other’s sole purpose of existence was to torture her, she would have believed it with all her heart. He somehow seemed to know where to aim when it came to targeting her, & for that, she despised him. How did Héctor find a friend like this? Let alone a childhood best friend?

“  I’d rather kiss culo than kiss you,  ” she commented in a frustrated tone. “  ¿Do you have nothing to do today other than bothering me?  ”

❝  VAYA  ,  y  eso  ?  intentas  coquetear  ?  ❞  smug  ,  smug  smirk  upon  that  chiseled  visage  as  he  reaches  out  to  catch  the  apple  in  his  hand  with  little  struggle  ⸻  after  all  ,  how  many  times  was  playing  catch  with  héctor  as  children  their  sole  entertainment  ?  what  may  have  disgusted  someone  else  proves  the  perfect  opportunity  for  ernesto  to  do  as  he  has  always  done  ⸻  flirting  with  pretty  girls  ,  and  in  imelda’s  case  ,  flirting  with  pretty  girls  just  to  drive  them  up  the  wall  .  which  is  why  he  all  too  calmly  bites  into  the  apple  ,  as  if  it  had  been  in  his  hand  from  the  start  to  begin  with  .  a  coquettish  wiggle  of  his  brows  as  he  looks  at  her  with  an  expression  akin  to  a  young  boy  who  is  up  to  no  good  .  ❝  indirect  kisses  don’t  count  ,  chaparrita  .  if  you  wanted  to  kiss  me  ,  you  could’ve  just  said  so  !  ❞

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@fractisouls​ said:  “you know you’re wrong.” [ Hiro S.! <3 ]  ||  more random dialogue prompts

❁ ❁  “  Actually, I’m not.  ” She said as she sat next to him, despite the fact that he didn’t want her to be around. That never stopped her, though, & he would have to do more than just tell her to go away.

Hands kept to herself, she cocked her head sideways to look at him, then looked straight away. It wasn’t hard to read him when it came to certain emotions, & clearly he was more agitated than usual. Unfortunately, he wasn’t one to open up easily, & would prefer to keep it to himself or lash out on to another. She was prepared for either (or both) to happen, & that was fine by her.

“  It’s very easy to tell when you’re upset.  ” Hands gathered around her lap, she took a deep breath in. “  I won’t ask what’s bothering you, though. I understand how it feels when someone tries to get an answer out of you when you don’t feel like talking.  ” She paused. “  So, I’ll wait until you’re ready, because eventually, you’re going to want to talk about it.  ”

She had all the time in the world, & even if he chose to say nothing in the end---there was nothing wrong with that. “  Just know that you’re not alone out here, gordito.  ” A small smile crossing her face, she added, “  You’re lucky that I found you first, otherwise my esposo would have done the opposite.  ”

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@mindpattern​ said:  “is this how you flirt with everyone?” another one ~  ||  more random dialogue prompts    

❁ ❁  Letting out a disgruntled groan, she rolled her eyes at him & stared the other way. “  Do you know what flirting means, ¿Ernesto? Or have you been hit by my bota so much that you’re beginning to become delusional?  ” This was why she was never interested in hombres---no, scratch that.

This was why she could never stand him.

While women flocked to him & asked to sit next to him, she, on the other hand, chose to stay far away from him as much as possible. Luck would have it, though, that they would often collide with each other, butting heads until one fell down. He seemed to have fun with it, disregarding the wrinkles that formed in between her brows whenever she saw him.

What was the big deal with him, anyway? All he knew how to do was sing in a tacky fashion while performing like a street monkey. She had her criticism with Héctor too, but she at least told him about it. Him, on the other hand, chose not to listen.

With him tailgating her from behind, she finally stopped & turned to look at him. “  You wouldn’t be able to handle me, anyway,  ” she said with a smirk, before carefully placing her hand around his chest. “  Every hombre in this town can’t stand me---they’ve tried.  ” Fingers trailing upward until it hit his chin, she held his face firmly in her hand. “  They’re afraid of me, because I’m not like any of the women they’ve met,  ” she whispered. “  I hate playing nice to men like you.  ” Gently pushing away his face, she turned her back against him, then added a skip to her step.

“  I’m not out here to catch corazones like you, ‘nesto. I’m just not interested in playing games like that.  ”

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@chmaco​ said:  “your voice is putting me to sleep.”  ||  more random dialogue prompts  

❁ ❁  “  If that was a joke, then it wasn’t funny.  ” He was getting quite snarky with her, wasn’t he? Perhaps he found it too comfortable to be around her (which, admittedly, she didn’t mind unless it brought an attitude like this to the table). But she noticed his half opened eyes gazing back at her, fighting back whatever sleep he could just to stay a little longer.

Stuborn little thing, wasn’t he?

“  I think it’s time for you to go, m’ijo. Any longer & you’ll become one of us.  ” Taking out a marigold petal from her apron pocket, she brought it close to the younger. She stopped momentarily, however, to give a good look at him. “  Ay, I just noticed you got taller. By next year, you’ll be just as tall as your Papá Héctor.  ”

A nod to allowing him to come back next year if he wanted to.

“  Bueno, until then, make sure to eat all your food & listen to your familia. Especially to your mamá & abuela---they already go through so much. & finally, don’t cause any trouble. I’ll be sure to hear about this from Pepita.  ” She smirked, knowing the latter was a difficult promise to keep.

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@blxssoming​ said:  “you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” (from héctor)  ||  more random dialogue prompts

❁ ❁  “  Mira, te he dicho que estoy bien, ¿de acuerdo? If I wanted help, I would have asked for it. I’m not helpless.  ”

Within the past few days, both of them had prepared (or tried to) for the roughest part of their relationship: the mending. Decades of no communication whatsoever, it was hard to go past that obstacle. They (or rather she) was too used to solitude, & although she craved for the attention that was once there, she simply didn’t know how to go back to it.

Therefore, whenever he got too close to her, she began to avoid him. She would make up excuses to not follow the same path he took, & whenever he waved at her, she only frowned a little. When did their love become so complicated? When did she become like this, she wondered.

Even now as he tried to carry a few boxes for her, she insisted on carrying them all herself. & yet, something tugged at her phantom heartstrings. A want, a need---a desire.

Her back against him, she put the boxes aside & looked the other way. “  Héctor,  ” she said, “  maybe you should go help Julio instead. I can handle this alone.  ”