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Namor & Talokan

So these are my thoughts upon watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever twice now.

I loved Namor. I truly feel they captured the characterization so well in so many ways and it’s amazing how good of a job they did in this movie, how Tenoch owns that role, how perfect everything is. This is what it means to adapt a character, changing things but keeping the essence of the character and tbh the changes were such a great choice because in the end it served to enhance the character and bring him to new audiences and fans to enjoy and he is still NAMOR. So many people complaining about how bad it is they stripped Namor of everything obviously think that Namor begins and ends with Atlantis and know nothing of his character.

The overarching theme of Mothers, and their children, Namor & Fen, Shuri & Ramonda, play a central role amidst all the grief of the past/losing someone. Colonization is the enemy, not Namor who was just Wakanda’s antagonist.

Talokan mirrors Wakanda but asks the question: What if Colonization had won, what happens to the survivors who escaped? Wakanda never had to deal with the Invasion of their homeland, while Talokan did.

In the comics Namor is often the “Voice of Reason” when placed within a group dynamic, such as the Illuminati, it’s Namor who points out their plans are stupid or finds the most straightforward path to his goals, he is a very honest character and doesn’t hold back his words/thoughts. So it makes sense that just as Coogler holds up Talokan to mirror Wakanda so he would hold Namor up as a mirror to Shuri and gives her the option that others in Wakanda could not, to take on the world and give into those feelings of Rage. Ramonda (and by extension Wakanda) wants Shuri to grieve properly in a healthy and begin to move on with her life, which Shuri cannot do because in part she blames herself for not being able to save T’Challa. Survivors guilt is strong within her even though she really couldn’t do anything but that’s how guilt works. Which plays off really well because Coogler wasn’t afraid to let Namor be exactly like his comic counterpart and follow through on his word/promises even if that meant he was going to do things no Morally White/Good aka Hero character would do, since Namor is a Morally Grey character he has the space to make and follow through on choices he finds benefits himself and his people.

Spoilers beneath the cut, so this is your warning.

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bichaotic0 · 2 years

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What I say: I’m fine.

What I mean: People give Mylo shit for being mean, say he’s an unsympathetic character, or even that he deserved to die, and while he definitely shouldn’t have picked on Powder the way he did, his interactions were more complex than to be worth a complete dismissal of his entire character because he was, ultimately, right.

Powder wasn’t ready for jobs; she actively froze up, had weapons that consistently didn’t work (until the very, very end), and refused to follow Vi’s orders (which literally got Mylo, Claggor, and Vander killed in episode 3). Taking her with them was dangerous and Vi shouldn’t have done it, (something she doesn’t even learn until it’s put in a way that frames it as a risk to her sister), but she was blinded by favoritism towards Powder.

Mylo shouldn’t have expressed his frustration by insulting and belittling her; she wasn’t to blame for her sister’s bad calls about when she should be brought along, and she was too young to fully comprehend the danger she was putting herself and others in by coming. That said, his concern was valid and true and went largely ignored and/or mocked, which is absolute bullshit.

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bichaotic0 · 2 years

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did you try the arcane filter on yourself? it messed up my face so bad lol

yeah most of the pictures turned out pretty damn ridiculous for me, too. some came out okay tho.

cant decide whether i look sad or baddas but im definitely a Zaunite.

HERE is the filter, for those who wanna give it a shot. MAKE SURE TO REBLOG YOUR ARCANE PICTURES I WANNA SEE YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.

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bichaotic0 · 2 years

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¡Para la gente de que habla español en esta comunidad quiero decir que mis pedidos están abiertos!

Fandoms:

Por ahora solo Arcane y Encanto

Cosas que NO acepto:

Diferencias enormes de edad.

Smut (Excepto con los mayores de edad)

Pwdofilia

Incesto.

#encanto disney #encanto #camilo madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #arcane #ekkoarcane #vi arcane #jinx

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Loved your new encanto fic/au. Are you going to continue or just one-chapter?

Yes, I'm going to continue the story! But I write in Spanish so I don't know if I can translate it into English because I don't know English.

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bichaotic0 · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

ENCANTO — (2021)

CAMILO MADRIGAL

Satisfied (Español — Spanish)

Prologo.

Satisfied (lngles — English)

Foreword

BRUNO MADRIGAL

Hasta la Raíz (Español — Spanish)

Primer capitulo. ...

ARCANE — (2021)

próximamente

#masterlist #encanto disney #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal

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Satisfied, camilo madrigal

Foreword. The artist.

traducido por @secret-ssociety

The Encanto village was hidden among the enormous mountains that stood tall and proud, hoping to reach the clouds. There was always a monotonous peace, guarded by the families that piled up in the little houses in the middle of the beautiful valley, which was splattered by lakes, harvest fields and animal nests.

Colorful homes were squished one next to the other, painting a wonderfully chaotic picture in the midst of wilderness. Animals hid in the large trees and only the meek ones settled among humans, accepting food and shelter.

The cobbled streets were always filled with excited children and working adults. The tired yet easy faces melted into the warm weather the community had been blessed with. Greetings flew from one side to the other given that, being a small town, everyone knew each other.

That morning, with the sun peeking behind the mountains from the east, only the most eager early risers, those who laboured, walked down the street exchanging 'good mornings.'

Only one person seemed to be in a rush at such ungodly hours of the morning.

"You need help with that, Lita?" Señor Jorge, a salesman, asked upon seeing the young girl run with a large basket in her arms and the crowds opening for her passing.

"Worry not, señor Jorge!" She replied with a smile, not turning around for him to see it. Her steps were quick and she nearly lost an espadrille on the way.

Her great brunette curls bounced over her shoulders, barely held by a colorful kerchief that she squeezed over her head, making her big brown eyes visible, as well as her tanned face covered in sweat.

Underneath the staircase that squirmed through the streets, as creeks do around the diverse little houses, Lita had to raise the basket, packed with different things, in her arms to fit between the uneven walls.

The rims of her green skirt grazed the walls and, as soon as she was able to cross, she skipped the two steps that led to the small door, the one that had a little panel with her last name embroidered in big capital letters.

Quintana.

Lita had to knock with the tip of her beige espadrille and, with a crackle, she entered the wool scented house, although the smell was hidden beneath coffee and freshly baked cookies.

"Sorry for the delay!" Lita came into the living room with a grin but stopped, as if she had been struck by lightning, when she saw who her grandmother was eating breakfast with. "Señora Madrigal?"

Alma Madrigal. The matriarch of the Madrigals, the family that had founded Encanto and, simultaneously, had kept the town safe with their miracle.

The woman had a strict aura. It was impossible not to straighten the shoulders in her presence.

"Pimpollo!" Nona's sweet voice allowed Lita to breathe. Her eyes quickly traveled to her grandmother, that smiled warmly at her.

She knew that Nona —whose actual name was Susana, and señora Alma were long time friends, but they seemed to be so different it sometimes surprised her. Sometimes, Lita preferred to think they weren't acquainted.

"Sit, sit! We were discussing some clothes business," None gestured her skinny hand to the chair at the head of the table where Lita was usually placed.

She rested the basket on the floor, given the table was full of breakfast plates, y slid to the head of the table.

Clothes. Discussing clothes was the usual with Nona because, after all, it was how she made a living. She made the clothing for most of the landholders and was always busy with requests.

"It's good to see you, dear," Alma greeted Lita when she sat.

"It sure is!"

"I don't see you much around town," the woman lightly said.

That's the idea, Lita thought of saying, but she simply shrugged and brought the cup up to her lips to avoid having to say something.

It wasn't that she didn't like the Madrigals, in fact, Lita held them in high regard. They were a very loved family and Lita was grateful for their constant care for the town.

When she was younger, she hung out a lot with Camilo and Mirabel, both the same age as her, and they all entertained themselves getting on the eldests nerves. Luisa, Dolores and Isabela hated them back then.

With the years, everything changed.

Camilo claimed his gift and he simply became more requested around the village. Mirabel, despite not having a gift, exploited herself to help others. And the rest of the family also had a great issue with helping people.

Lita had to refuse Luisa lifting stuff for her, tell Isabela she didn't need her to grow flowers on her tiny garden, decline Julieta's food over a cut, keep herself from answering when Pepa asked her what weather she desired that day, make herself deaf to Dolores trying to tell her things she had heard about her and deny Camilo from following her around.

She loved them all dearly, but she hated to see their sad faces when she refused her help and decided it was better to stay away. Lita wanted to do her own stuff. She didn't want to rely on Luisa's strength o Julieta's food.

It always felt like they were being used, like they were merely tools.

Lita had stopped talking to them when she'd turned fifteen and now at seventeen, she was comfortable on her own routines.

"Alma is making some arrangements for her birthday," Nona informed her.

Lita was slightly confused, Alma's birthday was not close. It was at least four months away.

"Turning seventy five is not an everyday occurrence, is it? I want to plan everything out before my family gets a chance to. I have a few ideas." Alma said with a smile. "As I was telling Susi, I want matching clothes for the whole family."

Unbeknownst to her as to why they were telling her that, she nodded.

"I am so excited about dressing them all!" Nona exclaimed, softly patting Alma's hand, which was resting on the table. "Con lo bonitos que son todos."

"Only to my best friend I can trust such an important job," Alma admitted, making Nona blush, "that's why I wanted to talk to you too, Angélica."

"Lita," she clarified, "call me Lita."

Alma seemed unsurprised at the request so, calmly, she nodded.

"I've been told you're a magnificent drawer, Lita."

Lita had to keep herself from looking to the right, where her Nona was seated, and shoot her a look that yelled treason.

She didn't talk about her drawings. It wasn't per se a secret, she just didn't bring it up, so it was very surprising that someone as busy as Alma Madrigal knew such a simple thing about her.

"I'm not that good…"

"She's being humble!" Nona squeaked over Lita's voice. "Let me look for some of her stuff."

Lita pursed her lips once again when Nona got up and disappeared down the hall mumbling she clearly couldn't hear from the distance.

Now she was all alone with the Madrigals' matriarch, a woman that used to inspire terror into Lita when whe was a kid, and she didn't understand how her friends didn't tremble in her presence.

"Why—?" Lita had to cough at how high pitched her voice had sounded. "Why are you interested in my drawings?"

"Do you remember the mural we have at home? I'm not sure if you do, I haven't seen you around our casita in some time…"

Lita remembered. It was some sort of family tree, but if she wasn't mistaken, it only got to Alma's triplets, Pepa, Julieta and Bruno. The grandkids were missing.

"I remember."

"I'm glad," Alma sang, "it needs some updates and I always wanted to renew it now that the children are with us."

Lita nodded.

"And I heard so much about your drawings. I thought maybe…"

"I found some!" Nona exclaimed, appearing back in the living room with a great amount of Lita's drawings, which she always left around the house.

Alma seemed very interested as she reached out to grab the papers, looking inquisitively at them.

Lita, who at some point had stopped feeling nervous, was now feeling really curious at the possibility of Alma asking her to paint the new mural.

She thought about it. It would be a great growing opportunity, she would have a lot of space to paint in, but at the same time, it meant talking to her old friends.

When was the last time she had talked to a Madrigal? Yes, three months ago, with señora Pepa.

She hadn't said much, though.

"This one is particularly beautiful," Alma noted, causing Lita to raise her eyes to the drawing on her hands.

It was a few months old, but it was pretty. It had been at the last party that had been celebrated in town and the Madrigals, like always, had lit up the place. She had decided to draw her favourite part of the family.

Pepa and Félix were holding little Antonio in their arms while, behind the toddler, Camilo extended his arms to the side dramatically and beside him, Dolores with her floating over her ankles.

The five of them were dancing surrounded by little specks of light and had only a grey blemish for background.

"You're good models," Lita admitted with rather little shame.

Alma smiled proudly.

"This only certains my decision," the woman chanted, with eyes full of love pouring into the drawing. "Lita, dear, would you like to draw the mural?"

Lita couldn't miss the excited squeak that her Nona emitted, but she only pursed her lips.

In her mind there were only old memories of Camilo and Mirabel playing. Her fingers got tangled in the tiny yellow ribbon on her wrist.

"Yes, I would like that very much." Lita answered and saw as the two women sighed clearly relieved.

#camilo madrigal x oc #camilo madrigal #camilo x oc #camilo x reader #encanto disney #madrigal family #mirabel madrigal

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Shattering the Time (Arcane Series)

Description: A long time ago, there was a peaceful state ruling over the Lanes of Zaun. Yet one day, the protector was murdered by his rival and Lanes had gone to shit ever since, leading to the establishment of an independent Firelight base just out of Zaun. But this peace was to come to end soon with old friends coming back, rising from the dead, and getting killed.

Author’s notes for the series: This series was inspired by the single bridge scene in Arcane telling us so much about Jinx’s and Ekko’s conflict. I think that the raw emotion was literally dripping in the scene. But, let’s be honest, no matter how hard I play LoL, there’s no way in hell I would know all the lore of every character on the show by heart… Turns out Riot doesn’t know it either, since the timeline is inconsistent with what is happening in the show.

One of the biggest changes I’ll make is prolonging the gap between Vander’s death and the actual events of the story - this means that, in theory, Ekko and Jinx should be aged 22 and Vi between 24-29 throughout the events, if my calculations are correct. Another change will be me tweaking Ekko’s actual skill set - but you’ll know what I mean. Please enjoy reading and now, come dive into the world of Arcane with me once more.

Pairing: Ekko x fem!reader

Ekko’s playlist: the boy who shattered time

Tagging: Let me know and I’ll tag you :)

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Quiero empezar a aceptar pedidos para Encanto y esas cosas pero no hablo inglés y la mayoría del fandom habla en ingles. Aún así quiero escribir sobre ellos.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal family #encanto disney #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal

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hasta la raíz — bruno madrigal

Hecho en casa.

El cuchillo se deslizó por la madera siendo guiado por alargados dedos llenos de pequeños cortes, moretones y un montón de pequeñas pecas que se esparcieron por toda su piel escondiéndose bajo la vieja camisa amarillenta que le quedaba enorme.

Sus cabellos oscuros estaban trenzados muy torpemente y se apretaban contra su nuca en un intento de mantenerlo lejos de su rostro. Ojos enormes de un color canela miraban fijamente la madera entre sus manos.

Entre las plantas, arbustos, flores silvestres y la sombra de un árbol estaba Natalia. Su cuerpo pequeño estaba apretujado lejos del caluroso sol. Su pollera marrón hacía estaba haciendo un círculo a su alrededor y, sobre esta, caían las pequeñas sobras de la madera que la muchacha tallaba.

Natalia tenía momentos en donde había paz. Momentos, como este, donde se escabulle entre las plantas y la naturaleza eran los pocos que tenía sin tener que trabajar bajo el vigilante ojo de su padre o las palabras duras de su hermano mayor.

Ella amaba a su padre y su hermano pero no podía con su constante vigilancia. Ninguno de los tres estaban acostumbrados a la paz de Encanto y, como aún eran nuevos en el pueblo, aún resultaba muy extraño saber que estaban seguros.

Llegaron a Encanto hace sólo medio año. Fue como por arte de magia porque se habían perdido en un sendero en el intento de escapar y, de repente, un camino se había abierto para ellos que, cuando intentaron buscarlo nuevamente, ya no estaba.

Natalia se acostumbró más rápido. La idea de la paz de un lugar donde nadie podría sacarlos y hacerles daño le hacía tener ganas de llorar así que no tenía dudas de que su padre y su hermano se acostumbraron.

Así que ya se había hecho un lugar en su horario para su actividad favorita. Tallar.

El cuchillo hizo un suave sonido satisfactorio contra la madera y ella giró el pequeño trozo con sus dedos aún sin una forma fija pero con una idea ya visibilizada en su cabeza.

En aquel momento no tenía una forma real parecía solo un pobre pedazo de madera atacado por un cuchillo sin ningún tipo de piedad pero para los ojos canela de Natalia ya se veía perfectamente una silueta dulce pero alegre.

Un suave arrullo de pasos a sus espaldas y suaves quejidos de una pollera enganchandose entre los arbustos Natalia supo que tenía compañía.

Giró su cabeza. Sus trenzas largas colgaron por sus hombros y los enormes pompones de lana en la punta de estas se agitaron un poco.

Vio la coronilla del cabello rizado de su amiga y una enorme sonrisa se formó en los labios de Natalia.

Juliera apareció empujando con la punta de su pie su pollera de color azul cielo y la sacudió en busca de sacar todas las hojas.

Si había alguien en Encanto que era el significado de positividad esa era Julieta Madrigal.

Era la única que había tenido la paciencia para hacerse amiga de la silenciosa Natalia.

¿Porque paciencia? Natalia era muda y en la vida cotidiana del pueblo que se la pasaban entre elecciones musicales muy movidas y charlas apresuradas nadie tenía el tiempo para comunicarse con la extraña muchacha de diecisiete años que no podía hablar.

Excepto Julieta. Ella se había interesado en poder comunicarse y había aprendido lenguaje de señas para poder hablar entre ellas.

Natalia estaba muy agradecida por su paciencia y, al mismo tiempo, muy sorprendida.

— Te moviste de lugar — se quejó Julieta. Su cabello estaba acomodado con un pañuelo pero los rizos enormes en su cabeza flotaban a su alrededor dejándola ver como un cuadro digno de pintarlo.

Natalia dejó suavemente su cuchillo y su pedazo de madera en el suelo.

« Busque la sombra » señaló Natalia con una sonrisa en sus labios y extendió sus brazos a la sombra que el árbol le daba.

Julieta cabeceo al entenderla y, con el rostro rojizo por correr, se tiró a su lado. Su bolso rebotó contra el suelo abriéndose dejando a la vista una bolsa de papel.

— Pepa está muy feliz hoy — dijo Julieta pero sonó algo apagada por culpa de que su rostro estaba enterrado en la falda marrón de Natalia que había alejado el cuchillo y la madera para que su amiga no se hiriera. —. Por eso hace tanto calor. Pronto será nuestro cumpleaños. No es que no me interese pero se vuelve intenso y a veces necesito un descanso. Pepa puede con esto por un rato.

Julieta levantó una de sus manos y la agitó.

Natalia sabía de la familia de Julieta. Ella le tenía una sana envidia. Su familia era simplemente amorosa. A veces Natalia veía como Alma, la madre de Julieta, abraza a sus hijos con muchísimo amor y Natalia solo podía pensar en lo hermoso que sería tener una familia cariñosa.

A su padre y a su hermano mayor les disgustaba el contacto físico.

Julieta, entonces, se sentó de un salto casi asustando a Natalia que estaba acariciando los rizos esponjosos del cabello de su amiga.

— ¡La invitación! — chillo Julieta metiendo sus manos a su bolso y sacudiendolo.

Natalia inclinó su cabeza a un lado. Curiosa.

Julieta sacó una carta arrugada. El papel era de un rojo oscuro y tenía una letra elegante en negro en la parte doblada que ponía su apellido.

Garcia.

— Tu familia está invitada a nuestro cumpleaños — Julieta sonaba muy emocionada pero esa emoción no llegó a atravesar la confusión de Natalia.

Natalia giró el sobre entre sus dedos dejando que Julieta parloteaba sobre la enorme fiesta que estaban por hacer por la insistencia de Pepa ya que el año pasado había sido un evento cerrado por deseos de Bruno, el tercer hermano.

« No creo que mi padre y mi hermano quieran ir » explicó Natalia con el rostro arrugado dejando la carta sobre sus piernas.

— ¡Puedes venir sola! — se alegró Julieta con su rostro amable e iluminado.

Natalia volvió a agarrar el sobre y lo abrió. La pequeña invitación era de un color canela y las letras eran oscuras. Había algunos dibujos en las puntas y apestaba a lluvia.

«Le preguntaré a mi papá» le aseguró Natalia cuando Julieta se arrastró a su lado y le sonrió alegremente.

— Seguro que irás. Pepa está emocionada de que todos estén en nuestra fiesta. Me gustaría que también estés — Julieta agarró las manos de Natalia apretandola cariñosamente haciendo que la muchacha de cabellos oscuros se sonrojara ante su cariño.

Era tan extraño. Tan novedoso. Julieta estaba tan acostumbrada a desparramar cariño que a veces olvidaba lo delicada que era Natalia.

Natalia, alejando sus manos de las de Julieta, rápidamente agarró su cuchillo y su trozo de madera.

— ¿Qué harás esta vez?

Natalia se encogió un poco aún con las mejillas rojas y le mandó una mirada a Julieta.

«Es una sorpresa» pudo explicar a duras penas ya que tenía cosas en sus manos.

Julieta asintió y, con las manos en su regazo, empezó a hablar. Natalia sabía que Julieta solía ser una chica muy calmada y callada pero, cuando estaban a solas, siempre encontraba la necesidad de contarle su día.

A Natalia le gustaba escucharla. Julieta tenía ese tipo de voz que podía ser comparable con la brisa suave además de que ella olía siempre a meta fresca.

La escucho hablar sobre su madre, sobre sus hermanos, sobre lo cansada que estaba por cocinar tanto y, cuando estaban saliendo de entre las plantas, Natalia fue separada de su amiga cuando el pueblo se dio cuenta de la presencia de la gran Madrigal.

Julieta se despidió con su rostro lleno de pena y se fue hablando con un grupo de personas. Natalia quedó parada con su pequeño pedazo de madera ya más formado y suspiro.

Sin su amiga todo se veía simplemente más oscuro. Natalia sabía que ahora debía hacer su propio trabajo así que, con su cuchillo guardado junto a su trozo de madera dentro de su pequeños bolsillos, caminó hacia su casa.

Al ser lo más nuevos vivían en una parte algo alejada de la parte central del pueblo. El camino no era largo pero si se sentía tenso.

El fuerte golpe de martillos y tintineo llenó los oídos de Natalia cuando llegó a las afueras de su casa.

Su padre, Fernando, era un artesano aunque él prefería que le dijeran trabajador antes que es débil palabra. Reparaba carretas, hacía muebles, se encargaba de mantener de pie casas y eso se lo había inculcado a Enzo, el hermano mayor de Natalia.

Ambos eran iguales. Cuerpos grandes. Rostros cuadrados. Manos enormes. Ojos negros fríos.

Natalia, por su lado, se parecía a su fallecida madre. Su cuerpo era más redondo y pequeño con cabellos largos y rostro dulce.

— ¡Hasta que llegas! — la voz profunda de Enzo la sacó de su ensoñación y Natalia volvió sus ojos canela a su hermano. —. Venga. Tenemos trabajo que hacer.

« ¿Dónde está papá?»

— Adentro ¿Dónde más estaría? Está trabajando y necesita que lleves tu trasero adentro. Venga.

Natalia asintió y con el rostro oscurecido entró a la casa.

Tuvo que preguntarle a su padre si podía asistir al cumpleaños de Julieta cuando su padre le pasó una buena cantidad de pequeños adornos que ella debía de reparar.

Candelabros. Juguetes. Pequeñas costas que no tenían un nombre fijo.

Así que se lo pregunto en la hora de la cena.

« Y el dijo que no.» explicó Natalia a la mañana siguiente cuando tuvo que caminar por toda la plaza hasta quedar al lado de Julieta que estaba repartiendo bollos de queso a la gente que lo necesitaba.

— ¡¿Qué?! — chilló Julieta casi dejando caer su canasta pero la atrapó rápidamente con el rostro colorado. — ¿Por qué no?

Julieta no dejo de hacer su trabajo metiendo pequeños bollos en la boca de la gente haciendo que cualquier herida que tuvieran simplemente desapareciera pero aún así miraba a Natalia con sus grandes ojos apenados.

«Dijo que soy muy joven para las fiestas »

— Es una fiesta familiar ¿Le dijiste que es una fiesta familiar?

« Dijo que no pensaba dejarme ir sola»

— ¿Qué hay de tu hermano?

«Dijo que tenía cosas más importantes que hacer.» Natalia no se percató de la molestia en el rostro de su amiga y, mucho menos, pasó por desapercibido como Pepa se acercaba a ellas rápidamente.

— No te preocupes. Haré que Mamá tenga unas palabras con él.

Natalia sabía que Julieta se había decidido y que no había manera de detenerla así que asintió. Además no es como si no quisiera ir al cumpleaños número dieciocho de su amiga.

Tenía un regalo preparado y todo.

— ¡Julieta! — llamó Pepa cuando estuvo cerca y, solo entonces, Natalia se dio cuenta que la hermosa mujer estaba tirando de alguien a sus espaldas. — Oh, hola Nati.

Natalia movió su cabeza y asintió como saludo.

Pepa era hermosa. Era una muchacha alta con el cabello rizado de un color claro casi como un pelirrojo acastañado y su rostro alargado siempre estaba iluminado con una sonrisa.

Atrás de ella Natalia reconoció al hermano más pequeño de los trillizos. Bruno. Su cabello rizado estaba desordenado y le tapaba la frente haciendo que su rostro se ocultara.

Sus ojos se encontraron por segundos y Natalia lo supo cuando vio sus ojos verdes llenos de vergüenza.

Bruno Madrigal iba a hacerla caer fuerte.

#encanto disney #encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal family #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x oc

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