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udim-art · 2 years
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I am the eldest of three. I never meant to hurt you. well there definitely were times i meant to hurt you but not in this way.
i was the eldest, i had to set a good example. I had to be good at school, at family events, at hobbies. i had to be talented and charming and be a shining example of how to behave. i had to look after you. i didnt want to. i wanted to run about and be annoying and be bad at things. but i had to be good. and then i liked being good at things. i became better, i became the best. then we grew up. they asked you why you werent as good as me. why arent you going to university like your sister, your sister got a job why havent you? your sister is far away where we cant reach her so we have to focus all of our attention on you two. and when i come home they love me so much more. i'm so sorry. i don't mean to be an event.
you don't blame me. thank you. i'm sorry for how they treat you, i'm sorry you can't come with me. i love sitting in the car when you drive and we talk about all the shit we endured, reminding each other of the traumas we forgot. you are me. you are what i could've been, and i the same for you. we get it. you will understand me more than anyone else. you are everything to me. come home. i miss you.
and there's the youngest, no one knows what to make of him. we love him, we try to help him, we don't know how. he hasn't been here as long as we have, but someday we will get it. you're ready to give up on him, i remember being there with you.
i watched Encanto and i saw us. Our mother the healer, our dad the idiot, myself the perfect bitch, you the strongest woman on earth, and Mirabel the one who doesn't fit quite right. i hope we repair our cracks someday
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xkittieravenx · 2 years
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Who swears the most in the madrigal house
Isabella- probably says damn and little swear words unless she gets super pissed
Pepa- she swears alot, not in front of Antonio tho
Bruno- just shit and damn, thats it
Louisa- nope
Camillo- ALL THE TIME
Dolores- probably replaces them with family friendly versions
Agustin- yeah, every so often
Julieta- naw
Mirabel- secretly
Felix- yes, just yes
Antonio- not at all
Alma- naw, she doesnt like swearing at all
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miramilocamimira · 1 year
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Meet the Diaz Family p2
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This… new life, essentially, had become so dear, possibly way to fast.
But how could it not? No visions, no pressure from his mother, no hate or distrust and fear from the villagers? A niece that loves him? How could Bruno ever dislike it.
With Mirabel quickly gaining traction as a seamstress and Bruno’s own plays gathering attention, they decided they couldn’t stay at the inn forever.
It had taken them a couple months but eventually Mirabel and Bruno had saved up enough that they could afford an actual place to live. So they went looking and found a small, affordable, little house.
Bruno won’t lie, going from living in Casita to a normal place is a huge change- but one he couldn’t be happier to have made. The house was small sure, but it was perfect.
“And most importantly, Tío! It’s ours!” His niece had told him when they moved in. And now, looking at the walls filled with trinkets and covers for his plays or the photos and fabric messes that had yet to be cleaned from his nieces most recent creative spike. It was. It was their home, his home.
He hummed happily as he worked on his next play. The little old ladies that originally were the only ones who saw them asked about a new ratnovela.
Sure nowadays he has actual actors as he got hired by the theatre but during the monthly meeting with them he always runs by new ideas. And besides, the rats love to do them.
Not only that but they let him coo about his niece as they all do the same with their children and, in some cases, grandchildren.
Honestly, he loved it. And Sophie’s apple pie is a bonus.
So it’s not surprising that when he went to the meeting and they were talking about how a person was going around looking for someone named Madrigal, he nearly choked.
Bruno excused himself from the group far earlier, saying he wanted to get his niece something for working so hard. They all nodded and as he left he tried to ignore the knowing look in Widowed Delores, who he knew was older than even his own mother.
He had to tell Mirabel and warn her.
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Louisa couldn’t handle it. Everything was so different and everyone was staring at her. When she helped a man up and fixed his cart they all looked at her different and she couldn’t understand why.
But she had a job to do. She was gonna find her little sister.
“Please, her name’s Mirabel Madrigal, have you seen her?” She had asked and asked and asked with no luck.
Her hermanita had disappeared and no one knew where she went. They hadn’t even noticed for days! That was when Louisa realized that her family might not be as great as everyone in Encanto had said.
For it to have driven not one but two of their own out, they couldn’t be great- hardly even good in her opinion.
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Louisa had been traveling for a while now when she stumbled into a village that boasted about their theatre and seamsters. She helped out an inn owner and he said she could stay for a night free. She had thanked him.
She went up and delicately moved around before sitting on the bed to eat some of the food her mother packed her.
Soon after she fell asleep.
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When morning came, Louisa ate and immediately set out to work- after she thanked the owner again.
“Again, I would not have been able to get my cart back without a horse. Thank you.” And those words made her feel fuzzy.
None of the villagers in Encanto has thanked her as sincerely in years. She wants to cry.
She doesn’t.
But she does ask around.
It’s near midday when she spots a boutique. Maybe it’s the fact that Mirabel loved- loves- sewing, but she walked in.
Her heart stops.
“Hello! Welcome to Cloth Dreams how may I- LOUISA?”
“Mirabel.” She breathed out. Louisa’s done it. She found her baby sis-
“MIRABEL THEY’RE LOOKING FOR US!” Louisa turns to the voice instinctively- and oh. She’s found Uncle Bruno too.
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Characters in Encanto I found uncomfortably relatable
Bruno: predicted upcoming calamities and behavior, vilified and considered dangerous because of poor communication skills, prone to retreating, tries to repair the cracks only he can see until doing so becomes completely untenable
Mirabel: Disabled ("lacks an ability") considered to be in the way all the time, easily forgotten, glasses, wants to help, aware of fuckery from early on
Louisa: Pressure to manage more tasks than reasonable, protector of everyone, bundle of nerves, anxiety about other's well being & safety, self-worth tied to usefulness, stressed all the time, aware of danger & problems but (correctly) feels like others won't acknowlage them so she'll have to be the one to handle it, deeply aware of how she's the one to handle everything but feels like she has to be
Dolores: Picked up on things way earlier on than the others, lives in constant discomfort because of sensory problems, learned to be extra quiet to avoid being seen as weird/intrusive, weirdness pops out anyway sometimes, doesn't sleep much
Isabella: Pressure to be perfect, not really listened to, creations only valued when they meet a perfectionist's standards, "so much hides behind my smile" "What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect?" OOF BIG MOOD alert, held up on a pedestal (though only when it's convenient and she does what they want)
Pepa: A whirlwind of emotions, constantly told to make "clear blue skies" no matter what her actual feelings, told off for showing her real emotions, concerns not taken seriously because she's "so emotional"
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7thcirclebaker · 1 year
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Has anyone done any fluffy one shots or art of like the cousins when they're really young and like helping to mind the babies Camilo and Mirabel? Like Delores can just about help but their wails are still loud and she's only had her powers for two years by then but she sings them nursery rhymes when they're calm. Isabella using them as practice for more flower crowns then her older family members would sit still for with Louisa and using her flowers and hedging to keep them in place or catch them when they go awry and how Abuela would be commenting on how good she is with kids already. Louisa talking about how she can help hold them and keep them safe but being told she needs to be careful because she's not strong enough to hold them for too long yet and how when she gets her power and they're starting to toddle around she's still not allowed to play with them too much but now it's because she's too strong and even when she's learned how to use her powers somewhat suddenly too busy doing work but even when she's gotten a chance to play she's a little too rough and they get hurt and she feels so bad and is told she should know better so she feels really bad but internalizes it. Maybe with helpful Uncle Bruno theoretically minding them but trying to be careful to not get visions of them.
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Omg Louisa is so pretty help me
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gwenifred · 1 year
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Decided to give some love to the GBA listeners
Just- buff women
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rosegirl6140 · 2 years
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Encanto
I wish there had been a scene like this in Encanto: 
After Mirabel runs away Julieta is upset and then hears her mother’s voice and her fists tighten before turning to her mom.
“Isabela almost married someone she didn’t love, Louisa thinks that her only worth comes from her gift, and now Mirabel...Mirabel. I tried for so many years to make things as easy as I could for everyone else because of what you went through and because I didn’t want to lose anyone else like how I lost my father or my brother but...but,” she stops to take a breath. “I love you and I appreciate what you did for us but I don’t want to be around you right now. I need to find Mirabel and then...and then I don’t know what we’re going to do next.” 
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americano-psycho · 1 year
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Just saying, Mirabel is a much better woman than I am. Like, if I were her after the movie ended no one would be able to tell me shit. "Oh, you wanna tell me to clean my room?? Which one?!?! This is MY HOUSE! I'M THE REASON IT EXISTS, PUT SOME RESPECT ON MY NAME!"
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udim-art · 2 years
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taciturn-nerd · 6 months
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Why does everyone make Elinor carry all the heavy emotional news???
-Lucy Steele tells her about her secret engagement
-Colonel Brandon tells her about Eliza Jr. and has her decide how much to tell Marianne
-Colonel Brandon has her tell Edward that he's giving him the living at Delaford
-Willoughby storms in and tells her his self-pitying "defense" and tells her to relay it to Marianne
Plus she's carrying everyone else's hopes and pains as well as her own.
She's basically the emotional burden version of Louisa from Encanto.
//Edit: I spelled Luisa wrong. It's Luisa Madrigal.
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miramilocamimira · 1 year
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Hiding Spots
(Sorry it’s kinda Mirabel & fam instead of just Mira and Tonito)
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Mirabel knew she was supposed to go to bed but she couldn’t. Not yet. Isabela had gotten scolded for making the wrong bouquet.
She wanted to make sure her sister was okay.
She gasps and whispers to casita. She knows something that always makes her feel better!
Once Mirabel found the perfect gift for her sister, she went up to the elder’s room. She opened the door to see nothing.
Well, slightly untrue as there were tons of flowers but no sister in sight. Mirabel walked around and called out for Isabela when she heard some soft sobs. Looking around she saw a bunch of plants and vines wrapped around a portion of the room.
“Isabela?” She called again. “I… I have a gift for you.”
“Go away!”
“Please? Isa?”
Mirabel hears some rustling and sees the vines move and her sisters angry, tear streaked face.
“I SAID-!” Mirabel holds up the gift.
Isabela blinks as she notices the pin and a couple of flowers in her sister’s hands.
“They’re inter- inner… they switch!” Mirabel says.
Afterwards her sister starts crying again, pin in hand and Mirabel hugs her. She tells her sister that she thought it was amazing and that mistakes happen. Mirabel knows. After Abuela says Mirabel makes lots of mistakes.
Isabela looks like she wants to say something but Mirabel hugs her again and tells her to sleep well.
As the years pass, Mirabel notices how even though it’s the pink one, Isabela still wears the hairpin.
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Windowsill
Camilo, despite everything was her best friend. She know him better than she knows herself. That’s why when she sees he doesn’t eat the arepas at dinner, his favorite, she knows something is wrong.
They may not be four and spend everyday together anymore but she goes to where he’s hiding.
Camilo loves the sky. His mom makes it change and he adores it. Loves all weather.
When she gets there he clings. He talks about how his body changes and it feels wrong and how it’s not him. How nobody needs him anymore.
She tells him he’s wrong. How she needs him, how no matter what he looks like she will always need him.
Later she makes him a ruana with chameleons embroidered on it. She leaves a note at his door.
‘Even though a chameleon can shift and hide, it’s still a chameleon.’
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Dolores had run off into the woods. Mirabel doesn’t know what she heard but knows it wasn’t good. She follows and they sit in silence.
Sometimes it’s good to be quiet.
She leaves some earmuffs she made at her cousin’s door that night.
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Kitchen
Luisa was harder to find but at least one spot Mirabel could reliably find her at is the kitchen. Where she’ll see her mom already comforting her sister.
Once she knows it’ll be fine she goes to make another outfit to fit her sister whose so strong and beautiful that she doesn’t understand why others don’t see it too.
She hand it to her sister with a big hug and tells her she’s beautiful.
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Bed
Antonio had long since made a habit of hiding under her bed. It’s why when she hears people can’t find him she goes to her room. She opens her drawer.
“This present will self destruct in three…”
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Roof
Mirabel sits where no one in the house could see her. Always hidden and safe.
She failed to make them proud today. And that’s okay. She’ll cry tonight and stare at the stars she wishes so desperately to shine like. Eventually Casita will urge her to go to bed and she will.
Tomorrow is a new day. A new chance to make her family proud.
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winxanity-ii · 11 days
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Before the dawn had fully broken, you found yourself in the quiet sanctity of your room, kneeling before the large, ornately framed painting of Santa Muerte. The air was heavy with the scent of marigolds, the flowers traditionally believed to ward off evil spirits. With a deep, steadying breath, you closed your eyes, allowing the serene silence to envelop you, save for the soft whisper of your own voice as you began your morning prayer.
"Hear my prayers, Santa Muerte, mother of death, most Holy of all. May you give me strength to continue your work with your very presence. I ask, oh Holy Mother, that with your scythe you protect me from the dark spirits that wish to weaken my faith. Oh Miraculous Muerte, cleanse my soul for today and the days ahead so that I may continue to be your ever-faithful servant."
The words flowed from you in a reverent cadence, repeated twice more, each iteration accompanied by a bow of deep respect. Upon completing the third recitation, the two candles that flanked the painting flickered out in unison, a sign you took as an affirmation of your prayer being heard. A warmth, comforting and reassuring, washed over you, leaving a gentle smile on your lips as you rose.
Gathering the candles and other ritualistic items, you carefully put them away, knowing they would be called upon again for your nightly prayer. The moment of spiritual communion bolstered your resolve, infusing you with a sense of purpose and protection as you prepared to face the day ahead.
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Despite the spiritual fortitude you had drawn from your morning prayer, you were dead on your feet, your heart heavy with exhaustion as you made your way through the cobblestone streets of Encanto towards the town square. The encounter with Camilo, still fresh and stinging, weighs on your mind, casting a shadow over your already daunting task. Despite this, you muster every ounce of strength to push through, driven by a sense of duty and the fear of letting down the Madrigals, your father, and the spirits counting on you.
The ceremony is set to begin under the fading light of the day, the town square filled with the faces of those you've grown up with, those you've helped, and those you're about to guide in this sacred ritual. As you step onto the stage, your heart beats a frantic rhythm, not just from nervousness but from a deep-seated dread that something, somehow, might go wrong.
Drawing a deep breath, you begin, your voice carrying across the crowd. "I want to start by thanking Doña Alma and the Madrigal family, for not just their unwavering support in preparing for today, but for their constant guidance and love. Without them, and without all of you, none of this would be possible."
You then turn your attention to Isabela. "Isabela, if you would, please bring forth the sacred thistle." As you speak, Isabela steps forward, her hands dancing in the air, coaxing the earth to yield its treasure. A single thistle rises from the ground, its petals glowing with an ethereal light, a symbol of resilience and protection. It's not just a plant; it's a beacon, guiding spirits back to the world of the living.
"Louisa," you continue, your gaze shifting to where she stands, ready at the large cauldron. "Please place the thistle within." Louisa moves with purpose, her actions resonating with the significance of the moment. The thistle drops into the cauldron, its essence merging with the flames, sending plumes of fragrant smoke into the air.
Inhaling deeply, the smoke's mystical properties begin their work, easing the tension in your mind, opening the pathways to the spiritual realm. You feel the veil between worlds thinning, the presence of spirits drawing near, their whispers like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze.
Your eyes sweep across the crowd, landing momentarily on Camilo. A pang of unresolved pain tightens your chest at the sight of him, the echoes of his words still haunting you. You tear your gaze away, the ache in your heart a stark contrast to the purpose that drives you forward. Unbeknownst to you, Camilo watches, confusion and concern etched into his features, unaware of the turmoil that brews within you, believing the day to have been just another moment shared in the continuum of your intertwined lives.
With the stage set and your spirit attuned to the task at hand, you begin your speech, a call to the spirits to join in this sacred assembly. "Tonight, we stand at the threshold between worlds, not as strangers but as kin. We invite you, our ancestors, our loved ones, to share in this moment, to feel the warmth of our fires, and to know that you are remembered, cherished—AHH!"
But the words are abruptly severed, a lance of pain stabbing through your skull, so sharp, so sudden, it steals your breath away. Your speech fractures into a cry, the sound torn from the depths of your soul. The world tilts, darkness nibbling at the edges of your vision, and you collapse, knees buckling beneath you, the stage rising up to meet you with a jarring thud.
A collective gasp ripples through the crowd, a wave of shock that mirrors the confusion and fear that grips your heart. In the fleeting moment before darkness claims you, you catch a glimpse of Camilo, his expression a mix of alarm and desperation, moving toward you even as you succumb to the void, the ceremony forgotten in the wake of an unforeseen crisis that threatens to engulf you whole.
Above, the sky turned ominously dark, thick thunderclouds unfurling with an intensity that seemed to match the turmoil within, icy rain began to pour down in sheets. Camilo, his curls plastered to his face by the deluge, wrapped his arms protectively around you, attempting to shield you from the relentless downpour. "Mamá! What are you doing?!" he cried out, looking towards Pepa with a blend of confusion and desperation.
Pepa, standing amidst the gathering, wore a mask of confusion and worry that mirrored the sentiments of everyone around. She fought against the weather, her powers striving to dispel the storm and restore the serene skies. Yet, it was as if an unseen force rebuffed her efforts, each attempt repelled with a force that seemed to cause her physical pain.
Felix, observing the toll it was taking on her, approached with a gentle firmness. "Love, stop," he urged, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos of the storm. Pepa's attempts to combat the weather ceased, though her expression remained fraught with concern.
A collective unease enveloped the crowd, the shock and fear palpable in the air as they witnessed the unexpected turn of events. The ceremony, once a beacon of unity and celebration, had been forgotten, eclipsed by a crisis that seemed to pull you into its depths further away from their reach.
Then, in a moment that feels both like an eternity and an instant, your eyes snap open. But they're no longer the brown eyes familiar to your friends and family; they blaze with a glowing red light, fierce and otherworldly, a stark contrast to the person they know.
The town square falls into a hushed silence, a collective breath held in anticipation, fear, and awe. The manifestation of your power, now intertwined with a mysterious and dark force, sets the stage for a confrontation that no one, not even you, could have anticipated.
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***Bear with me ppl, just a few more chapters, promise i won't leave y'all hanging lol. sorry for not updating friday 💔and not me having an exam tomorrow 💀 finna cram study so hard then have an existential crisis with the realization that the professor gave me weeks in advance to learn the materials for a reason🥴
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sammyam12345678 · 2 months
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Descendants OC Part 2
Good morning, afternoon, or evening to anyone reading this.
A few weeks ago, I made a post about two of me and my boyfriend's Descendants OCs, Angelo Madrigal and Isaac of Arendelle. In this post, I will be explaining about another of me and my boyfriend's OCs: Heidi Madrigal.
Heidi Madrigal is the daughter of Louisa Madrigal. She was born in November of 2014. Her gift is superhuman agility/stealth. She ends up attending Auradon Prep in the new '30s. She and James Rogers are high school sweethearts then.
Thank you for reading my post, and have a good day or night!
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