@espektros said : ✏ // draw ernesto rn or perish
BRRRRRRRRRRRRR if evil killer murderer why sexy. why in love with him hm? / dnrb unless ur the asker

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@espektros said : ✏ // draw ernesto rn or perish
BRRRRRRRRRRRRR if evil killer murderer why sexy. why in love with him hm? / dnrb unless ur the asker
@espektros || ❤ ‘d for isabela !
isabela had never left the encanto -- never, not once in her 22 years, had she stepped foot outside of the magical valley that had protected her family and the village that lay inside of it. her abuela would have never allowed it before - she had too many responsibilities, she was too important to the family to see what lay beyond the magical mountainous ranges -- and she had never dared to ask. but things were.. different, now, and so, for the first time, isabela found herself in a larger, neighboring town, having travelled with the merchants. immediately, she was fascinated. there was so much to see, so many new faces she had never seen before!
curious, isabela wandered away from the merchant carts, heading away from the market and towards what she could only assume was the plaza. she watched the people as they passed her by, some giving her curious glances, to which she merely smiled contently in response. hearing the house of music, specifically a guitar, the young woman paused, before turning in order to follow the sound, tucking some of her hair behind her ear as she moved. eventually, she came across a man, performing in front of a small gathering of interested listeners, and she tilted her head to one side as she observed the performance, a smile appearing on her face. he WAS good.. quite good, in fact.
“ maravilloso! ” isabela enthused, clapping her hands together lightly as the music came to an end. it was different to the music she was used to hearing at home, but no less enjoyable, and if there was something that isabela could appreciate, it was music. “ that was wonderful, señor!
@espektros snagged a starter
She was trying not to freak out. Really, she was.
But HOW could ANYONE keep their cool with ERNESTO DE LA CRUZ in town? She had EVERY record the man ever sang on-- had seen all his films [several times], and HERE he was-- visiting THEIR village.
Pacing back and forth, she took a few calming breaths, fanning herself. It was hot outside-- unusually warm. That had to be the reason why her cheeks were burning. Maybe it was sunburn-- she’d have an empanada at home later. AFTER getting his autograph. And one for her mother, too. Julieta had entertained Luisa’s passion about Ernesto over the years with the compassion and understanding only a mother could have.
Running her sweaty palms over her skirt, she stiffly walked up to the musician. He was-- shorter than she expected him to be. Then again, Luisa herself was one of the tallest people in the village, and outright the tallest woman.
“Señor De La Cruz?” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She fumbled in her skirt pocket for the pencil and paper, accidentally breaking the writing implement in half as she held it out.
“I uh--” Nerves got the better of her as she blurted; “Would you sign my movies?” A squeak of embarrassment followed.
“I mean-- I love your autograph-- will you sign my movies?” Again, she bungled the words. “Uh-- sign?”
A short, simple request would probably be the best route, now that she’d thoroughly embarrassed herself.
🗣 camilo for ernie ~?
"That guy is so fucking cool! Man, I can understand why he is so loved!"
"I mean. Don't let him hear all of this. You know, he can be more egotistic than me sometimes. Shocker, isn't it? Anyway. The family loves him, so does the town and people all around the world. Even though he's sometimes.. You know, bossy and annoying. I love him. You know? He's like, every big brother. Just cooler. You know. Man, I said you know a lot. Again, do not tell him about this."
just popping in here to say hello and that your blog is absolutely gorgeous 🥺💕 you've done such a wonderful job with it!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!! this is so very sweet of you, i'm weeping omg !!! thank you so so so so so so so so much for your kind words and i honestly hope that we can interact together and have a lot of fun soon !! i can't wait to bother your precious babs with my smol moon lady !! 🥰💖🌙
SENDING YOU THE BIGGEST SMOOCH, MWAH.
* ☂ • for ferdinand, the little bull.
❝ Pardon me, good sir ━━━━ but I seem to have stumbled upon a rather large lot of flowers who are missing their tenor. ❞
a woman in white, delicately commanding and perfectly poised, appears upon a pretty, purple horse adjourned with flowers. a lacy, wide - brimmed hat upon her pinned up hair; a red band of silk around her waist. this woman has presumably walked straight out of a carousel carving . . . a painting of a being ━━━━ if magic were real, that would be the case, anyhow ━━━━ and, well, who was to say that magic isn’t real ?
there’s a delicate albeit firm clearing of her throat; a simple, soft “ woah, ” and light pull - back on the reins, and the woman and her horse stop, just outside of the gate. in a light sweep, the woman dismounts, and stands beside her horse, tall and dignified beside. she places one hand upon the horse’s neck and looks upon the young bull before her. she’s smiling, but only just ; a blue, almost violet smile . . . and it’s mostly from her eyes.
MARY POPPINS HAS ARRIVED.
❝ I’ve heard you’re a rather strong singer around these parts. Might you consider filling in ? ❞
𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙒 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉, Bright cherry red briefly blinding peripheral. Stray blond swaying in the direction of the wind. Idle in his position, 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 as another familiar blond comes into view.
"𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑! 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ~𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟~ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑝!" 𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠-𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛-ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑦𝑐𝑙𝑒, 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. "𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖'𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 - 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒! 𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠!" 🥺 @espektros + Roche
He identified the voice straight away, and azureous optics sparkled, blazing brighter than previous days. A radiant smile became him, radiating fair-freckled features. Near bouncing for joy, combating the urge to run to him, 'less he wished to be trampled... Well-worn leather boots try to keep up, spinning in circles as he witnessed the taller male dance around him in his usual fashion. ❝ Roche! ❞ He shouted with glee. Only whence he came to an abrupt halt did the blond charge at him. Was that a tear or two threatening to glisten down his cheek? Arms project themselves around him, 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓 as he pulls him in close. One hand instantly familiarised itself at the back of his head, touching his hair once again, breathing in that recognisable scent. ❝ You're! ❞ leaning back just slightly to witness the beauty of his partner up close and personal. Lower lip quivering as he instantly captured Roche's with his own. Eyes tight shut for a moment, barely acknowledging any words the other had actually spoken, caught up in this 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆. If time could have frozen, that would have been perfection in its most refined form. And now does he take one hand, lacing their fingers together like they oft used to do. Dates, nights together, even their goodbye, which was claimed to be a 'see ya later,' and within that gentle squeeze was everything he struggled to say. Smiling through blurred version. Softly spoken ~
❝ You came back for me... ❞ Just like he promised he would.
welcome to the “ killed by ernesto for one reason or another ” club , bruno ..