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Sketch commission of Zootopia Héctor 💀

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#Hector Rivera #pixar coco #zootopia #commissions #miguitarra

❁ ❁ She had been waiting...& waiting for him to come. Their first reunion together with no salt poured onto it, & this was what he did first? It was typical of him, & while she held nothing against him, the agitation was unshakable. & here she was, thinking he might have changed a bit throughout those longs years of being separated.

Heaving could be heard behind her, & once she spun around with those pointed heels of hers, she greeted him with a welcoming deadpan expression.

“ You’re late. Care to explain your reason, Héctor ? ”

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#miguitarra #; ❁ I give you my blessing || IC #;;ooc- hey!! thank u for following//liking!! i hope this is ok!!#;;ooc- if there's anything that you want me to change then pls tell me!;; i went along with a post-movie starter if that's ok!!;;;;

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❝ papá, ❞ oh, she’s missed that word. missed someone to respond to it when she asked for him. missed her padre, con todo su corazón. ❝ papá, i was thinking we could take un paseo today. can we ? ❞

#miguitarra #☼ . ❝ give her the biggest hug ! / socorro verse v.#wow i'm ? dying already ?

❝ I WOULD offer you somewhere to say but ---- ( --- there was a heartily laugh ) THEN people would question why I have someone who is being FORGOTTEN stay in the most luxurious place of the after life. I do SUPPOSE one night won’t hurt, mi viejo amigo ❞ Many nights he held parties JUST to get use out of his mansion, the place was quite empty otherwise. IF he was honest with himself, the lack of people beside him made him feel quite uneasy. However, fans and many other famous celebrities were the closes thing to family --- it was ALL he needed.

WHAT Ernesto did not understand, was there is a FINE line between confidence and arrogance. Feeling good about yourself is absolutely SELF assurance that one is capable and worthy. Being conceited ( --- as he was. ) meant that one took excess wherein there was a simply BELIEF that there was no one better in life. At times, he saw no fault and had forgotten the mere felonies that he committed in his past. When seeing the worn down face of an OLD ghost --- he remembered. / @miguitarra

#miguitarra #winky wink

What were they? Twenty? Twenty-one thousand feet in the air?

Maggie would notice for every moment she spent with her eyes out the window, sitting at the end of her row as she listened for her name among the chattering Marines. She didn’t go unnoticed when she wasn’t eyeing around the group and showing her attention, and the second she was called out she says something. “Maggs will let us know when Taliban fly in, right?” “She fucking better.” “You counting birds out there, Maggs?”

She could hear the whistle this time. Her ears were listening for it as she simultaneously recalled the voices from the men shoved in this small space so high up in the middle of nowhere. It started distant and quickly, before even the pilots took notice, bodies nearly flew out of their seats on the impact of the hit. It went by too fast. Her seatbelt was quickly loosened, the door forced open letting the smoke encompass the volume of the inside. Men rose, and before she could find herself ready, there’s the second whistling. Just before impact, she feels the heaviest shove from a desperate source. She doesn’t know who it was that shoved her; she never will. Gravity takes her now, a woman falling from smoke and fire as she haphazardly reaches for the parachute cord. Heavy, desperate gasps inhale the smoke and her fingers just grasp the cord as she coughs out her lungs. Less than halfway to the ground, she’s floating, and though she lands safely, she is all but safe.

It was Rogue that wakes from her mother’s stirring. The dog is curled up at the foot of the bed, thrown between the two sleeping figures as to guard them in rest. She can sense the trouble in her mother. The woman’s voice murmuring nothing, stirring, cringing under the covers, and then finally what wakes her is gasps, keeling over the bed as she coughs her lungs out. Rogue perks up, her eyes glued to her mother in high alert, watching her every move. “It hurts,” says the woman as she grips her own arm. She’s not coughing, but her breathing remains unstable. Shaking, she throws herself out of bed and staggers to the bedroom door. The dog jumps off with her, following her with pointed steps, ensuring that the woman doesn’t hurt herself.

She’s not unconscious.

Maggie’s awake when she coughs, but still does she feel as if her lungs had just been filled with the heat of smoke, as if her chest had just hit the ground moments before she abandons her parachute. She’s not there anymore, but it was as if it came to her instead. Dark was the room; dark were the shadows that teased her senses to throw her off the edge. Get her out of here. Get her out before they find her, follow her, take her down like hounds to a fox. The dark suffocates her, the memory of smoke doing just the same, and she needs air. “Rogue get out of th—“ She coughs again, choking on nothing as the dog dances with her heels, putting herself in between the woman and whatever could harm her should she fall over.

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#miguitarra #i dont have ICONS for this so forgive me 8''''')

Villain!Héctor only has one eye, so he tends to roll it between his sockets when he needs to change view. Partially inspired by a quick chat with @miguitarra

#Living Behind the Dead ;#Mi Arte ;;;#rp blogs okay to reblog ;#personals no reblogging ;#miguitarra

CALL OUT FOR MY SKELEBRO!

@miguitarra is an absolutely lovely, amazing person!! Viv’s writing is such a treasure to have on my dash, no matter what muse they portray. And, it doesn’t even have to be IC. Regardless of what they post, it always brings a smile to my face and I am honestly so honored to be able to know them. Always there for their amigos y familia, and just a wonderful light and presence on my dash both IC and OOC. We’ve had little chance to do a lot thanks to RL keeping one or the other way while the other is around, but I’m always excited to do anything and everything with them!! They deserve all the praise and goodness in the world! <333

#⚜ ~ words of a meme king || ooc #miguitarra #;:positivity #{(AND GO FOLLOW THIS ABSOLUTE GEM IF YOU AREN'T ALREADY!)}#{(honestly im so blessed to be part of our skelebro squad)}#{(and just the coco rpc in general)}#{(i hope you have a much better night though amigo <333)}

“ Tengo en esta historia algo que confesar, ya entendí muy bien qué fue lo que pasó.. Y aunque duela tanto, tengo que aceptar que tú no eres la MALA, que el malo soy yo.---- ♪ ♫ ” ALONE in the graves of an old friend, the candle dancing along with the bop of the music and the lyrics that he rarely sang fondly for anyone to hear. Nobody notices him --- so he continues to gaze at the stars above while there was NOTHING but a smile on his face, fingers dancing against the strings. The city's noise is capable of drowning his voice. The weeping of the guitar begins but the smiles continue. Although he was the only one among this particular grave site tonight, the crumpled picture held by stones on the ledge. NOTHING stopped him from singing as evident as he could be. Even if the lyrics came and went due to not knowing them, the song remained vociferous. / @miguitarra

#miguitarra #i hope this is okay #he's just playing for a friend on the day of the dead and we can take it from there #ps i love that song pretends its old