Status Updates From Bandita

Nawtttt the grand scheme being to turn a town into a tourist attraction lmaoooooooo

"Regret is when you know you'll never see the Judge again."

"It was funny how everything was the same. Only I was different."

This brewster boy diversion is too stressful lol

also i Have been keeping track of her affliction talk and Am taking note of the first mention of it in a While being her being like, wait why was i able to talk just then,,,i think keeping it as a selective mutism thing would have been fine but if the girl must being "made human" then needs must

listen i had been down w a the blue rose star goddess boon magic but my God do these priestesses sure have a very christian style service lol. collection plates and call and response "and also with you" type shit. anyways stressed as HELL for my girl starling del salto what do you Mean theres still nearly a hundred and eighty pages left

""You may not be violent," said the Judge.
"I am violent." You could tell from the marks of mortification, which were beginning to fade from the Judge's face. "I will sting. I will mortify.""

"The ground was piled with snow, but the Chinook smelled of spring. It stirred up the smells of dirt and wet and indigo. It smelled sharp and watery, it smelled of the promise of green and growing things."

"Its walls were the color of cream, with painted roses and ribbons making swoops along the top. Mrs. del Salto said that the swoops were called a garland. The carpet was strawberries on cream."

i think for a certain type of reader the repetition of all the color talk could be annoying but thankfully i am the exact type of bitch this shit works on

""Stairs to the cellar," said the Judge, "where the butter waits and dreams." "Butter doesn't dream!" said the dagger."

""What a terrible name," said the dagger. "Starlings are small and plain." "What a lovely name! said the judge. "Starlings are fierce fighters. Starlings are feathered iridescence.""

"A wooden box, painted the bright blue of cornflowers, and painted on that, purple irises. I opened the box and closed it. I opened it and closed it. Each time, the lid fit squarely on the shoulders on the box.

If I were a box, I'd always want to wear my lid.

"That's a taming thought," said the dagger.

But I wanted to keep thinking it. Maybe I could think it sideways, so the dagger couldn't hear.

"The clock was dead, too. I could tell because the pendulum didn't swing, and there was no ticking sound, and the hands didn't move. The Judge's clock was dead, and my pocket watch was dead."

sorry to have genuine and sincere batfam brainrot but what do you mean the slightly genteel slightly powerful in a strange way man trying to maybe adopt you has a nonfunctioning grandfather clock. what does it all meeeannn

p 18 "A wind blew up and with it came a flutter of ribbon. The ribbon was yellow, and if you could see revolver spit, it would be yellow. I swallowed and swallowed, but it was too late. I was sick all over the Judge's boots. For some reason, that made the men laugh. The Sheriff, the driver, even the Judge. "They'll clean," said the Judge"

cant esacpe brainrot bc thsi could be straight out of a batfam fic sorry

"And very red on his cheek were the bright smiles of my teeth."
(from page 17 but im now back adding the stuff i read earlier but wasnt sure if i would quote lol)

"You could tell the Judge was alive because of my tooth marks.
"You stung him," said the dagger. "You mortified his flesh.""

""I wish I'd hit him a thousands times," I said.
"You show commendable enthusiasm," said the Judge."

having a genuinely very good time with this one!