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foreveranevilregal · 8 months

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Encantober Day 4: Mystery

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Julieta considered herself an organized person. She didn’t misplace things like Pepa, who was perpetually looking for one thing or another. So, when she couldn’t find her calming tea blend, she worried. It was a remedy she felt very protective of, since she knew how easily it could be abused. Townspeople were constantly asking her for some, citing a laundry list of concerns they wanted to quell. Julieta did her best to help but couldn’t always justify to herself giving them what they sought. Sometimes, she had to diplomatically turn them away. And if it involved bending the truth…well, her intentions were good.

Demand had been so high that even Isabela asked if she could help by growing more of the plants in question. It was a sweet gesture, but ultimately futile; the plants needed her nurture to fully develop their curative properties. Most of the plants she needed, she kept on the windowsill in the kitchen, watering them diligently along with the rest of the medicinal herbs in her garden. The more potent ones she kept in her room. Without them, the tea would be useless, and Julieta couldn’t risk anyone getting their hands on them.

After a few incidents in their youth where Pepa decided to partake in do-it-yourself apothecary, Julieta started guarding her remedies more carefully. Her reference book was rewritten in code to prevent others from reading it. While not a foolproof method (Julieta was pretty sure if they… she, just she- wanted to, Pepa could break the code, but she trusted her to come talk to her if she needed anything now that they were adults), it seemed to have worked out so far.

Where could it be? Her eyes swept around the kitchen. Last night she had brewed some up for herself. Planning Isabela’s quinceañera had taken a lot out of her. Mamá had so many ideas; Julieta was pretty sure she was more excited for Isabela’s quinceañera than for either hers or Pepa’s. But it was a huge success, and Isabela had looked radiant. Just when she thought she could rest, there was a spate of farming-related injuries. Of course, it fell to her to ensure there would be enough healthy men to harvest the crops for the town. It was a lot of pressure, but the tea had helped, as it always did, and Julieta now remembered she had placed it on the windowsill over the sink.

She sighed. How could she have been so careless? She would never do something so irresponsible, under normal circumstances. But the stress was getting to her…

The question was, whom else was it getting to? Julieta racked her brain. Could it be Pepa again? Maybe this crop situation was getting to her too.

Julieta managed to corner Pepa as came into the kitchen to drop off groceries (this was as close as Pepa was allowed to food preparation after a few… incidents). “Pepa,” she greeted her.

“Sorry, hermana, can’t stay. I have to go back to town and help… ay, who was it this time?” Pepa blew an errant strand of hair out of her face. She leaned against the counter, breathing deeply.

Julieta could see the exhaustion on her face. “Feeling stressed?” She ventured.

Pepa glared at her. “Obviously. These people have me running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I swear sometimes, if it wasn’t for us this town would fall apart.”

Secretly, Julieta echoed the sentiment, but never voiced it aloud. Pepa had always been the brave one that way. Julieta relied on subtler methods. “You know, if you want some of the calming tea, all you have to do is ask.”

“Yes, thank you, Julieta, I’m aware.” Pepa’s response was snippy as she got herself a glass of water.

Julieta could see she was getting nowhere. “There’s no need to help yourself.”

Pepa paused her drinking mid-cup, looking at her strangely. “You already said that. What’s going on, Julieta?”

Julieta exhaled. Guess she had to tell someone. “The tea went missing,” she admitted.

Pepa gasped, eyes going wide. “What?”

Julieta nodded. “I had it earlier today and now it’s gone. And-“

“And you thought I took it,” Pepa guessed, nostrils flaring. “You always blame me.”

“I hoped it was you,” Julieta corrected. “You’d be the best-case scenario, seeing as you’ve drank it enough to know how to do it safely.”

Pepa shook her head. “Like you said, I can ask you for some whenever I want. Why would I take some without telling you? It makes no sense.”

Julieta had to agree. “Then who could it be?”

Pepa shrugged. “I don’t know, hermana, but I have to go. I hope you figure it out.” With a hug goodbye, Pepa was out the door again.

And Julieta was left in the kitchen, alone, once again; her only lead disproven. She glanced outside, noting the sun starting to dip in the sky. It wouldn’t be too long before dinner. Sighing, Julieta started working on the food. The whereabouts of her herbs would have to wait until later.

At dinner, Julieta surveyed the table, taking in everyone’s expressions and body language. No one seemed odd. Then again, if they’d drunk the tea, they would be perfectly calm now, wouldn’t they? Or would they? Only one way to find out.

Julieta stood up.

Surprised, the rest of the family stopped what they were doing. Isabela and Dolores had been deep in conversation. Camilo had been constructing some sort of sculpture out of his food. Her sweet Mirabel and Luisa looked up at her attentively. The other adults appeared confused, except for Pepa, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“Sorry to interrupt your dinner, everyone, it’s just…” she chuckled nervously, “some of my herbs have gone missing, and I was wondering if anyone could help me figure out where they went.”

Confusion rippled over the other family members. They just stared at her blankly.

“I’m not accusing anyone,” Julieta quickly clarified. “I just want to know where they went because they can be dangerous if not used properly and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

Still nothing. Julieta sighed. “I promise, I won’t be mad. Just tell me.”

Agustín spoke up. “It would help if you tell us which herbs went missing, mi amor.”

Right. Julieta could have smacked herself. “The calming tea blend herbs. It can be dangerous if you drink too much too often, so please, just speak up, because I don’t want someone to make themselves sick.”

The table was filled with blank expressions.

Julieta let out a frustrated exhale. Clearly this wasn’t working. “If anyone knows something, just tell me after dinner,” she concluded, sitting down defeatedly. Picking up her fork and knife, she cut herself another bite of food. When she looked up, Luisa’s eye was twitching. That was out of the ordinary. Julieta observed her as she kept eating. Although Luisa appeared calm, her eye kept twitching sporadically.

And no one else was acting strangely. Isabela was the picture of serenity, having returned to her conversation with Dolores. Camilo had finished his tower, which had toppled over onto Mirabel’s plate. And the adults were acting normal too. Honestly, Julieta thought it would be any of them before Luisa, with their adulthood worries, but she had to go with the information she had.

Figuring she’d wait until bedtime so as not to embarrass her daughter, she finished her dinner without any more commotion and carried out the rest of her evening routine. Dishes were washed, preparations were made for tomorrow, another round of ointment was administered to her husband (ay, Agustín…), and soon enough, they were off to bed.

Julieta made her rounds, wishing everyone a good night. She tucked in Mirabel and said good night to Isabela, who was snuggled angelically into her bed. Just seeing how peaceful she looked made Julieta feel better. At least she only had to worry about one of her daughters.

Reaching Luisa’s door, she rapped on it quietly. “Luisa? It’s me.”

There was a brief silence before she responded. “Come in, mamá.”

Julieta entered the room. Luisa’s room was so wonderfully her. Sure, there were weights strewn about and a treadmill built into a corner, but above an indigo trim, the walls were painted periwinkle and had a cloud design. She figured Luisa, with all her focus on being grounded and strong, needed something light to keep her from sinking into the same pragmatism that had gotten her. One of Pepa’s romance novels stuck out under the bed, haphazardly covered so only one corner was visible. She would really have to talk to her sister about not giving her daughters inappropriate reading material. Luisa was nowhere near old enough for that. She shuddered to think what else they had been exposed to.

Julieta sat down on the bed, looking at her daughter. She certainly seemed calmer now. Hopefully she hadn’t drunk too much of the tea. Luisa was her most levelheaded child; if she could count on any of them to be safe with it, it was Luisa. She couldn’t believe Luisa took it, to be honest. Clearly, she was suffering some inner turmoil that drove her to it. “How are you, Luisa?”

Luisa shrugged. “Fine. The steeple fell off the church and they needed my help to hoist it back up, so my shoulder is kind of sore, but otherwise I’m okay, mamá.”

Julieta frowned in concern. “You got hurt?”

“It’s not so bad.” Luisa dismissed her concerns. “It’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“Okay…” Julieta trailed off, unconvinced. “Because if you do need any of my remedies, you know you can ask me,” she added pointedly.

Luisa rolled her eyes. “Is this about what you were saying at dinner? It wasn’t me, mamá. I didn’t take them.”

Well that was uncharacteristic of her. Eyerolls were something she’d expect of Isabela, but sweet Luisa? Was this a preview of teenagerhood to come? She sincerely hoped not.

“Luisa…”

“It wasn’t, I swear!” Luisa shifted back on her pillow, and Julieta heard a familiar rustle.

“Hand them over, Luisa.” Her voice was soft, but she was disappointed. She couldn’t believe Luisa had tried to lie to her. At the same time, what could have driven her to this? Twin pangs shot through her, both for Luisa breaking her trust and for whatever pain she was going through.

Closing her eyes, Luisa pulled out the satchel and handed it over. “Don’t be mad, mamá,” she pleaded, eyes wide and brimming with tears.

“I’m not mad, Luisa.” She was more disappointed than anything else. “But why, Lu? Why wouldn’t you come to me?” She sighed, tossing the satchel from hand to hand. “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

That caught Luisa by surprise. “What?”

Julieta took her hand. “I’ve been so busy lately with all the injuries and before that it was all the preparations for Isabela’s quinceañera. I know we were all excited to see Isabela become a woman, but I probably didn’t pay as much attention to you as I should have. If I did, I’d have noticed that you weren’t doing well.”

Luisa gulped, looking guilty. “It’s okay, mamá. I understand. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“So why did you do it?” She clasped Luisa’s hand tightly between her own. It was already bigger than hers. “You can tell me.”

Luisa looked away, studying her walls. After taking a minute to collect her thoughts, she began. “It’s just…I love my gift, mamá. It’s so useful and I get to help a lot of people. But it can be a lot to carry. Literally. People want me to carry so many things. And sometimes I wonder if there’ll be something I’m not strong enough to carry. And what will I do then? I’m the strongest one here. If I can’t carry it, what will people do? What will they say? I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

Julieta’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces. She had no idea Luisa was hurting this badly. “Oh, Lu…” She hugged her daughter, squeezing her in her arms, then looked her in the eyes. “None of that is true. You don’t have to do any of this alone. If you can’t carry something alone, you can ask for help. It’s allowed. Even if you’re the strongest person around, you can share your burdens. You don’t have to carry this all by yourself. And I’m not talking about physically. This emotional burden you’re carrying…it’s a lot. It’s a lot lighter if you share it with people.”

“I guess you’re right, mamá.” Luisa cracked a smile.

“Did that help?” Julieta wanted to make sure her words had really gotten through to Luisa.

“I think so, mamá. Thanks.” Luisa hugged her gratefully.

Julieta beamed at her softly. “Did you drink any of the tea?”

“No, mamá. Promise.”

Luisa looked so earnest; Julieta had to believe her. “I can make you some, if you want.”

Luisa appeared caught off guard by the offer. “Sure, mamá. That would help. Thanks.”

They went downstairs together, and Julieta fixed her up a mug of tea.

Luisa appeared hesitant to drink it.

“It’s all right, Luisa. Go on,” Julieta encouraged her, figuring the lingering guilt was holding her back.

Luisa took a careful sip. “This is good.” She smiled. “Thanks, mamá.”

“No problem, querida.” Julieta kissed her cheek. “Sleep well.”

With that, she went upstairs, relieved that she’d gotten to the bottom of the situation.

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As soon as her mother was out of sight, Luisa wiped the rim of the mug and waited a few minutes before heading upstairs. She knocked insistently on Isabela’s door, and when it opened, she held out the mug.

“That’s it?” Isabela sounded disappointed. “What happened to the rest of it?”

“Mamá found it and took it.” At Isabela’s indignant glare, she protested, “You’re lucky I got away with this much!”

Isabela rolled her eyes. “Ugh, fine.” She grabbed the mug out of Luisa’s hand and started drinking. Seeing Luisa still waiting there expectantly, she said “Thanks, or whatever.”

Luisa smiled sweetly. “You owe me,” she reminded her before walking back to her own room.

#julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #encantober #agustin madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #alma madrigal #encantober 2023 #mystery #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #i hope you enjoy this one #i'm pretty proud of it

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yellowcry · 3 months

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I'm just like you, you're just like me

Both of them expected to have a normal day. Instead, Luisa woke up in Isabela's body. And Isabela woke up in Luisa's accordingly

Prompt by @miracles-and-butterflies "Luisa and Isabela randomly swapping gifts and/or bodies."

Luisa blinked several times, staring at the bed canopy. It definitely wasn't her room. Radiant colors were blinding her eyes. Well, perhaps it was a bit of an overstatement, but Isabela's room was so bright, at least compared to Luisa's hard grotto. It was flickering in front of her eyes already. How could Isa nap here anyway?

And, by the way, where was Isabela? And what Luisa was doing in her chamber? She didn't remember coming in here. By Luisa's memory, she fell asleep as usual. Looking down at her nightgown, Luisa was startled. It wasn't her usual color, but rather the dark blue that Papa and Isabela wore. A moment later she outstretched her arms, taking a note of how different they were. If a much darker tone could be explained by bad light (tho it didn't really make sense) then the fact of how small they were. Everything just seemed so off. She looked around in puzzlement, before jumping down, almost falling over on the floor.

Finally getting to see the mirror, Luisa blinked in surprise. Isabela's reflection blinked back.

"What?" She fluttered in confusion, realization was getting to her. She looked at her arms again. Or at Isabela's arms... Whatever she was supposed to call these. At this point, Luisa really doubted that it wasn't another strange dream. Because, well, usually she didn't rouse in her sister's body. Luisa had heard that caffeine was actually a drug, but to have such ravings? Well, no, she wasn't used to this level.

It took a good ten minutes to proceed with this fact completely. She didn't wake up by this time, and things were pointing out that everything was the same as in reality.... Again, except for the fact that she was Isabela.

"I'm getting crazy from this..." She sighed to herself, realizing that the last cup of coffee yesterday was too much even for her. The situation was way too bizarre to believe in its reality. Also, if Luisa was Isabela, would it mean...

How awesome. Isabela would probably be her now. She had no idea of what would be more strange: to be swapped bodies with Isa or to have two herself in two different bodies.

Luisa grabbed an alarm from the nightstand. It was the only possible way to make her hermana wake up. At least as far as it was known by tested measures. Considering that time when Luisa yelled into her ear just for Isabela to keep snoring, measures were good enough. And it wasn't like Isabela(who's technically Luisa) to drag herself into another room.

As Luisa anticipated, her real body woke up in the very next second when she adjusted the watch to make it seem like it was morning already. It was definitely Isabela. As much as the music of this alarm was disgusting and irritating, only Isa could react so quickly.

Isabela wiped her eyes, staring around in stupor. "Milo, what the fuck are you doing?" She sighed, finally noticing who seemed to be herself. Logically speaking, it was probably the most reasonable explanation of seeing herself.

"I'm not Camilo." Luisa shrugged in awkward feeling, making Isabela roll her eyes. "We... Uh... Exchanged bodies, I think?"

"Wait, Luisa?" She clarified in a stunner. It took a moment for Isabela to proceed. Throwing a quick look at herself, she seemed confused for a moment, but eventually sighed, staring at Luisa with an exhausted face. "Did you wake me up just to tell me this?"

"Yes? I think it's a bit strange?"

Isabela looked surprisingly unfazed, despite the circumstances. "At this point, I think we should be more surprised it didn't happen earlier." It was mostly an act, she was pretty stunned with this mess too. But she also was rather sure that being Madrigals meant having to deal with the strangest things ever.

"Fair enough."

The older... Or younger between the sisters eventually jumped off the bed, examining the grey walls. "How do you live in here? It's so boring." She groaned, displeased by how different Luisa's room was from her own.

If Isabela's place was covered in all kinds of bright plants, that were throwing colors in their eyes, mixing into blurs, then Luisa's room was a series of underground tunnels, cold stone caves with episodic patches of precious rocks. A whole different world that looked really strange compared to what Isabela was used to. It was simple, plain in a way. Just like Luisa's free clothes style. The middle child was practical and fast in everything. Isabela, even after getting out of Abuela's grasp, still was spending lots of time, making sure everything looked as good as possible. She was a messy perfectionist as she called it.

"Great, so, we've gotten into some shit again." Isabela looked over Luisa again. She had to admit it was a bit strange, even if she tried to imagine that it was Camilo.

Luisa chuckled. "Can't say better." This night was an absurd dream, and Isabela hoped that she would go back to herself soon.

As Isabela clenched her fists, she could sense a rush of power, flowing through her entire body, ready to windstand everything, break through any obstacle. It was a powerful sensation. She knew that Luisa's gift was way more physical than her normal plant control. But this time, she was feeling this clearly in every fiber of her body. If Isabela always felt that her gift was a continuation of her body, then Luisa's was a part of it.

And what are they going to do with this entire situation?

There was one huge problem as there was no way anybody would believe this. Honestly, Isabela wouldn't believe herself too. They lived in a talking house and possessed magical gifts, sure. But it still was odd. Being inside Luisa's body was strange and unusual.

After a moment of silence, her mind got another idea and her face lightened up. They had no idea of what was going on or how to stop this. So why not get the biggest possibilities done? It's not like they were swapping bodies every evening.

Luisa blinked before realization struck her. "You want to make it a competition." It wasn't even a question. Just a simple fact. It would never be Isabela without getting competition over every smallest thing in the world.

"How do you think, who could pretend that she's the normal body owner better?"

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal

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transandersrights · 1 year

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Hello, and happy DADWC Friday! So, I hear you like mages. Would you care to give Bethany/Isabela a go? Prompting "pearl" -- go wild!

(I take prompts! See info here)

Ty for this one!! I've barely ever written Bethany before so I hope I did her justice - for @dadrunkwriting, here's ~650 words of Bethany/Isabela set during the Mark of the Assassin dlc!

“Do you trust me, Bethany?”

“What?” When she turned, Isabela regarded her with a knowing, almost enigmatic smile. “Of course I do.”

Isabela beamed. “Of course you do? Oh, that’s sweet of you to say. Would you turn around and close your eyes for a moment?”

It wasn’t often that Isabela made her regret something, and Bethany didn’t think this would be one of those times — not with all the nobles around, just waiting to watch and judge her. This Circle mage, out for a little week away; Isabela knew never to ruin something like this.

So Bethany nodded and turned, closing her eyes against the flutter of nervousness in her heart. She’d forgotten, almost, how easily Isabela could get her like this. Letters just weren’t the same.

There was a quiet noise of something being drawn out from… somewhere (better not to think where, with Isabela, even though Bethany knew she played that one up for laughs), then the warmth of Isabela’s fingers brushing the back of her neck. Then something heavy settling against her collarbones, and— oh. Bethany knew what this was, smooth stone against her skin and the skin-warmed metal of a clasp.

“Isabela, where did you get this?”

“I hope you haven’t opened your eyes, sweetness.”

“I don’t think I need to for you to answer the question!”

Isabela laughed. Her fingers had lingered on the clasp for quite a while. “No one at this party, don’t worry. I’d been meaning to get you something, and then all this just happened to occur. A perfect occasion, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t know,” she said, but she knew Isabela could hear the smile in her voice. “Am I allowed to open my eyes yet?”

“Go on.” Isabela moved her hands to Bethany’s shoulders instead, spinning her round to face her once more. When Bethany opened her eyes, she looked almost nervous — not quite, because this was Isabela and she was never really that nervous about something like this — but for poor reason.

The string of pearls was beautiful; each stone creamy white, a handful standing out against the blue of her robes. They were irregular in size, but still stunning, and Bethany… “Thank you, but you know I can’t accept this.”

Isabela sighed. “You can accept it for now,” she said. “You’re allowed to be fanciful sometimes, you know.”

Bethany hoped her returning smile wasn’t too sad. “I know.” She clasped a hand around the pearls, letting her finger run across the surface. It really was a lovely necklace.

Was it better to have something good and lose it, or never have it at all? Bethany was long since acquainted with the answer to that question, but the losing bit never got easier. When Isabela was so inclined to give, taking when Bethany could offer so little in return felt so wrong, and yet…

Magic was often said to destroy wonderful things. How much Bethany believed that on a day to day basis varied more than she’d like to admit to those who cared about her, but if she wanted to accept this gift, the fact of her magic would have to destroy it, even if only a little.

“I’ll wear it for now,” she said, offering up a hopeful smile. “And when the end of the day comes… maybe I could take one to keep? Just the one, if you don’t mind.”

With more care than she usually let any of the others see, Isabela placed her hand over Bethany’s, where she still clasped the pearls in a tentative fist. “I would give you the whole thing if I could. If you have to cut the thread to keep a part of it, I’ll do it myself to save you the guilt.”

This time, at least, Bethany’s answering smile could be as radiant as Isabela’s effortless one could be. “Thank you.”

“Any time.”

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age fanfiction #da2 #bethany hawke #isabela dragon age #when I was refreshing on Bethany dialogue to write this I learned that she's a force mage. the kirkwall specialty......pain

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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November 11

Aka my birthday fic for Felix! Dolores wants to make the best possible cake for Felix, with…mixed results. Enjoy!

“Camilo, don’t eat the frosting!” Dolores hissed.

Camilo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Whyyyy? I just like how it tastes!” he complained as he licked each white frosted finger.

“You’re disgusting,” Dolores hip bumped him aside. “Hands off my cake.” She continued beating the eggs and letting the yolk fall into the bowl. “Now all I need is the flour.”

Camilo reached for the flour with his free hand, Dolores taking it.

“You’re no fun,” Camilo huffed, glaring at her.

“No, I’m loads of fun, actually,” Dolores protested. “I can be silly too.” She remembered the time she and Antonio were coloring on Camilo’s face as he slept, or the time when she and Mirabel humbled him and Isabela in a pranking contest that lasted weeks. “But unlike you, I know when to be serious.”

“I can be serious,” Camilo said as he continued eating the frosting.

Dolores snorted, pouring a cup of milk into the bowl.

“No, I’m being for real right now. Dolores, look at me. I can be serious.”

Dolores rolled her eyes and ignored him as she stirred.

“You’re not looking.”

Dolores sighed, looking at her baby brother, whose face was forced into a grim frown.

Dolores blinked at him. “Oh my gosh, Camilo, you’re totally right,” she said sarcastically. “You’re being serious.”

But that seriousness didn’t last long, as the two siblings burst into laughter, Camilo gripping the edge of the counter for stability, Dolores bending down to the floor as she gripped the bowl and—

Wait, the bowl?

Unfortunately, Dolores gripped the bowl as she was falling over laughing even though she meant to grip the counter, and it came tumbling over as she collapsed to the floor in a fit of giddy hysterics. The contents of the would-have-been cake spilling onto her head, dousing her once radiant curls, face, and blouse as she sat on the floor and her laughter ceased.

Camilo paused, and stared at his sister.

Dolores lifted her arms and made sure to keep them a good distance away from her body as she shook the disgusting mixture off of her skin, it splattering on the floors and cupboards. Struggling to open her eyes, she felt Camilo pry a tissue into her hands. She grabbed them and began wiping furiously at her eyes until she could see again, but the tissue was barely usable enough to wipe her whole face by the time she was done.

She felt utterly crushed. Her cake, the birthday cake she had been making for her Papi, was all ruined. And now she’d have to start all over.

It wasn’t long before she felt tears streaming from her eyes, as she hiccuped and croaked in agony, disgusted with herself as the salty rivers mixed in with the cake mix.

Camilo didn’t know what to say.

Dolores could hear her brother bending down to where she was sitting, perching in front of her on his knees as she felt his hands place themselves on her shoulders.

“Princesa,” he said softly, uttering her pet name.

“What?” Dolores demanded fiercely.

“Hey, it’s okay, hermana. The good news is…”

Dolores listened, waiting for him to say something uplifting.

And then he began licking the cake mixture off of her face.

Dolores’ eyes widened in disgust.

“At least you taste good!” Camilo licked his lips and giggled before leaning in again, but Dolores wasn’t having it. She slapped him across the face with her palm before recoiling in disgust.

“What the hell, hermanito?” Dolores roared. “The cake was ruined and it’s all your fault!”

Camilo’s smile faded the instant he was slapped by Dolores. Still clutching his pinkened cheek, he stared up at her with widened, sad eyes. “My fault?” He said, a genuinely grim frown overtaking his boyish features this time. “But how is it—“

“Because, dumbass, you were fooling around while I was trying to be serious! I just wanted to make a cake for Papi that I knew he would enjoy, because he’s a total sweet tooth! Everybody knows that! But you had to go and keep up the jester attitude and couldn’t just focus on the damn cake! And then you tried eating it off my face regardless? How am I supposed to be happy?”

“But Lola,” Camilo sobbed. “I—“

“Shut. Up.”

Camilo felt tears of his own trickling down, for more reasons than one.

“I’m done.” Dolores stomped off. “I’m taking a shower and then I’m going to my room. I’m done.”

Dolores wasn’t done of course. She was still going to bake something for Felix, perhaps cupcakes instead of a cake? She just wasn’t going to tell Camilo or let him be in on it.

“Lola, I’m sorry—“

“I said I’m DONE!”

Camilo froze, watching Dolores storm upstairs, and sighed.

Mirabel walked out of the bathroom to see Dolores standing there, drenched in a sticky, soft substance. “Woah, prima, are you okay? You look like you got into a fight with a pastry and lost.”

“I’m fine, move.” Dolores shoved Mirabel aside and slammed the bathroom door.

“Huh. Oh. All right. Rude.”

Mirabel walked downstairs to see Camilo cleaning up the kitchen, the messy substance all over the floor, counter, sink, and cupboards looking exactly like what Dolores was covered in. Camilo placed an indigo bowl that was rolling on its side into the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet before wiping the rest of the counter clean.

He was crying.

“Camilo?” Mirabel said tentatively. She couldn’t stand to hear another sniffle.

Camilo wiped his eyes and mouth with a napkin, ignoring his cool-colored cousin.

“Camilo, are you okay?” Mirabel asked again, trying to get his attention.

“I’m fine.” Camilo said, turning off the faucet and washing the bowl.

“You don’t wanna talk about it or anything?” Mirabel tilted her head. “What happened with you and Dolores?”

“It’s none of your business,” Camilo curtly replied.

Mirabel crossed her arms. “If you did something to upset her—“

Camilo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Of course you take Dolores’ side without even knowing the situation. After all, I’m just a silly little clown who messes everything up, aren’t I Mirab—“

“But you did, didn’t you?”

Freeze. Then Camilo sighed. “Y-yes. And so what?”

“What happened?” Mirabel asked.

“We were making a cake for Papi’s birthday. Well, she was making it. I was goofing off like an idiot until I made her spill it.”

Mirabel chuckled. “Aww, I’m sorry about that, primo. Want me to help you make a new cake?”

“Hmmm. Can you bake?”

“Not a bit.”

“Neither can I.”

Mirabel sighed.

“Well anyway I’m going to my room. Goodnight.”

“You’re taking a nap?” Mirabel asked.

“Why not?” Camilo said, patting Mirabel on the shoulder. “G’bye.”

Mirabel shrugged as she watched Camilo strut off to his room.

🧡

A few hours later, Mariano made his way over to Casita. He had been cleaning his room when he came across a sketchbook that clearly wasn’t his. Recognizing it as Camilo’s based on the art style, he was intent on giving it back to him.

He walked up the door to Casita, but didn’t even get the chance to knock on the door or ring the doorbell before the door swung open, the tiles clattering in welcome.

“Hola Casita,” Mariano said, waving with a smile as was tradition to do when entering the sentient house.

He walked up the stairs to Camilo’s bedroom and knocked on the door. Flipping through the pages, he was indeed impressed at how good Camilo’s artwork was.

The door opened, and Mariano stepped in, but quickly realized that Camilo hadn’t opened the door but that Casita had done it herself.

He shuddered. He wasn’t scared of the house by any means, but it was going to take some time to get used to.

He walked through the multicolored room covered in mirrors until he got to Camilo’s bedside. He saw the boy lying down on his stomach, clutching a blue pillow as he buried his face in it, his breathing soft yet ragged.

Mariano knew not to trouble him just then, but he did so anyway.

“Camilo?” He asked tentatively.

Camilo’s entire body jerked up in shock as his head sprang up, and he placed a hand to his chest.

“Mariano?” He breathed. “Oh. Hey. Wassup.” He wiped his eyes with his fingers, and Mariano realized he had been crying. “Did you come to see Dolores?” He twirled, shapeshifting into Dolores in a millisecond, and made kissy faces at Mariano while clasping his hands together.

Mariano’s unnerved face was all Camilo needed to come back to reality. He turned back into himself. “I was just kidding man, chill out.” He laughed weakly. “I have a girlfriend, anyway.”

“Oh, you do?” Mariano asked.

Camilo didn’t answer, as he noticed what was in Mariano’s hands. He quickly reached and grabbed it, snatching it angrily and clutching it tightly to his chest like it was helping him to breathe.

“Why do you have this?!” He freaked out.

Mariano raised two hands in the air in defense. “Relax. I was only returning it to you. You left it at my house.”

“Oh.” Camilo said.

Mariano sat down on the bed. Camilo didn’t invite him to do so, but nonetheless he didn’t make him get up.

“Your artwork is very nice by the way.” Mariano chuckled. “I couldn’t even begin to draw that way when I was your age. I still can’t. You have a talent, chico. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“You mean…you looked? Without my permission?” Camilo demanded angrily.

Mariano blinked and turned to him. “Was I not supposed to?”

“No! If you want to look next time, you gotta ask first, man! Sheesh. This is why I don’t show anybody anything. Just because I can draw doesn’t mean I want to make a career out of it, y’know? I draw because it’s fun, that’s it. The last thing I want to do is make money from it because then it becomes all about the money and not about doing what I love. I have much better things to do with my life anyway.”

“Like?”

“Like none of your business.” Camilo flopped down to lie on his back, hands under his pillow. “Anyway, did you really come to see me or did you just want to see Dolores?”

“I—“

“Because if so she’s already asleep.”

“Oh. Well, since I’m here, I guess I can talk to you.” Mariano paused, looking at the book which was resting on Camilo’s stomach, moving with each inhale and exhale. “Can I see your artwork, ¿por favor?”

“No.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay. I respect that. So, why were you crying?”

Camilo was silent for a long time, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Cami—“

Camilo shoved the book in his hands. “Sure, actually.”

Mariano turned his head down towards the book, then back to Camilo, who rolled his eyes and gestured towards the book with his head.

“What, do you, do you want me to take it back?” He stretched up from his position lying face up and reached with his right arm for the book, but Mariano held it out of his grasp.

“No, I…I want to see what’s in it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mariano took a deep breath, then flipped through the pages of the book. He was rather impressed with what he saw in it. Although he was aware of Camilo’s eyes being fixated on him, he didn’t allow himself to become too tense as he admired each and every human portrait. Camilo didn’t just draw his family and friends, but random people he saw walking about in the Encanto as well.

“Wow, you sure do draw your sister a lot.” Mariano smiled, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the loveliest portrait of Dolores smiling and eating an arepa he had ever seen. “As well as you and her.”

“She’s not the only person I draw, but yeah.” Camilo nodded. “I draw her a lot because she’s pretty and I love her.”

Mariano nodded. “I agree.”

“Of course you do,” Camilo yawned and rolled his head to the side, as well as his eyes, as Mariano continued to look through the book. He chuckled as he saw a picture of Mirabel with her arms wrapped around Camilo’s neck, biting his ear as said older cousin winced, and flipped to see a drawing of—

Him.

One of him smiling a dashing, bedazzling grin as hearts were scribbled around his head.

He paused awkwardly.

Camilo sensed his tenseness and instantly sprang up, seeing the picture. “Th-that was then!” He stuttered, squeaking. “I—I’m over…that…now! Like I said, I have a girlfriend! And I’m happy with her! Hm!”

“Okay.” Mariano pretended that little…scenario…never happened as he continued to look through the pictures. One was of Isabela sleeping. “Did you actually draw this when she was asleep?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah. She looked so peaceful and happy. I had to capture it. I thought she would kill me when she found it, but she was very happy, actually, and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Heh. Which was kind of embarrassing, actually.”

“I see,” Mariano said as he continued combing through the pictures. “Oh! And is this your girlfriend?” He asked, gesturing to a picture of a cute young Black girl with her hair in a low puff, and who was sitting sideways on the floor, smiling.

“Uh…” Camilo blushed, heat rising around his collar as he tugged it. “Y-yeah. Her name’s Emiliana.”

“Oh? Well, she is quite lovely.”

Camilo giggled sheepishly. “I know right, she is, I’m so lucky!”

Mariano smiled at Camilo, who blushed and flipped his ruana to cover his face, and went right on looking. “Wow. You draw her a lot. Something tells me you really do love her.”

Camilo smiled. “Of course I do! I wouldn’t be dating her if I wasn’t utterly in love with her. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me in a good long while. You know, on our last date, we…”

Camilo continued to ramble on about him and his wonderful girlfriend, Mariano pretending to listen by nodding along as he continued looking at the artwork. One had Pepa and Felix holding hands with a younger Camilo in the middle of them. Another had two random kids from Camilo’s school, another had Julieta handing Dolores a pandebono. Another had Emiliana and Mirabel.

But the last picture was the one Mariano liked the most. A picture of Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio, each sitting behind the other. Camilo was styling Antonio’s hair in cornrows, Dolores doing the same to Camilo’s own hair.

It made Mariano smile and wipe the tears from his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he did such things with his siblings.

Camilo noticed his tearing up and sat up.“Huh…yeah, we do that a lot. You know, after we were done, I gave Dolores cornrows myself. Since after all there’s only three of us.” He awkwardly took the sketchbook from Mariano. “Aaaanyway, that’s enough of my show-stopping talent for today.”

Mariano nodded.

“What, are you crying? Duuuude,” Camilo giggled and bumped the man with his shoulder playfully. “There’s no need for the waterworks, bro. I’m proud of my artwork too.”

“It’s not that, it’s…my siblings don’t…they don’t like me.”

“Huh, how come? I mean, you’re a totally awesome guy!”

“You think so?”

“Well yeah, tonto! Except when you’re insecure about yourself, like you’re doing right now!”

“Thanks, chico. But…lately my sisters and brother and I haven’t been on good terms lately the way we used to. I’m not really comfortable going into how and why this happened, but…nowadays it’s like I barely even know them anymore. And that’s part of the reason I moved out too, because literally nobody in my family wants anything to do with me except for my little sister who begged to come along, she’s my best friend, and also because my Abuela really needs someone to take care of her. So seeing you be close with your sister and brother despite the large age gap makes me so happy.” He ruffled Camilo’s hair as if Camilo were his own little brother, making him grin. “Please never, ever lose that.”

“Awww, thanks,” Camilo smiled. “But I’m afraid I’ve already lost that.”

“What do you mean?” Mariano asked.

“Well…” Camilo bowed his head to the ground, staring into his lap. “We were going to make a cake for my dad’s birthday, hmm? And I didn’t really take it seriously and I spilled the cake mixture all over her and it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, chin up, chico!” Mariano said, lightly patting his shoulder. “It’s just a tiny mistake. You can always make the cake again. Just take it seriously this time!”

“But she said she’s done. She doesn’t want to make the cake anymore.” Camilo’s emerald green eyes glistened with tears that stung to the bottom of his eyelids and dampened his lashes. “That’s..that’s why I was crying earlier. I feel like such a disappointment, like I’m a terrible little brother. I should have helped princesa with the cake and not tried to mess everything up with those stupid jokes of mine. And now she’s mad at me. I wanna say sorry but…she won’t talk to me. And now she’s asleep.”

Mariano gazed down at the young teen sympathetically. And that’s when he had an idea.

“Hey,” he stood up and took Camilo’s hand. “How about you and I make a cake for your Papa? If you’re still up to it, that is. Maybe that can make up for you failing to help Dolores. While still having something for your Papa to enjoy on his birthday? That sounds like a good idea, no?”

Camilo paused and thought about it. “I…I guess so. Sure!”

“Great!” The two males exited Camilo’s room and shut the door behind them.

“But we should go to your house,” Camilo said. “Because Dolores is gonna wake up any minute, now.”

“Oh really?” Mariano asked. “How do you know?” He grinned. “Do you have super hearing?”

“Oh no. I’m just her brother. That’s all.”

Mariano chuckled, nodded, and then the two left.

🧡

Just as they were closing the door to Casita behind them, Dolores did wake up.

She yawned before slipping out of bed and walking up to her vanity. Frowning at her reflection, she noticed that her hair was messed up. She had to fix that. And not to mention she wanted to do her makeup too.

About half an hour later, she left her room to go brush her teeth and use the bathroom. Throughout all of this, there was something that she had forgotten to do, but she wasn’t sure what.

It was only when she was absentmindedly heading downstairs that she remembered. She was going to bake something for Papa’s birthday!

Hopefully Camilo wasn’t going to interrupt her plans.

She got downstairs to the kitchen, which had been miraculously cleaned up and polished, with all evidence of her and Camilo’s earlier baking accident completely nonexistent. She guessed someone else must have come across the disaster in the kitchen and cleaned it up because they wanted to use the kitchen too. After all, it wasn’t like Camilo to fix what he left behind.

“Yes!” Dolores said to herself, hurrying to get the mixing bowl, milk, eggs, white sugar, and baking powder out of the various cupboards. “This is the perfect opportunity to—“ she hiccuped.

Crap. Dolores hated when she got the hiccups. Once that happened, it always took forever for them to go away.

She poured herself a glass of water, and downed it all in one gulp.

“Anyway. This is the perfect opportunity to bake something that I know Papa will enjoy!”

She took out Julieta’s cookbook and flipped through the pages.

“Hmmm. I think I’ll make tres leches cake. Yeah. Papa will enjoy that!”

She preheated the oven to 175 degrees Celsius, then took out a 10-by-15 baking dish and began greasing it. Now she was ready.

Beating the egg whites into a bowl, Dolores was happy to make this delicious cake for Papa. She was especially glad that Camilo wasn’t here to “help” her and ruin the whole thing. She was, in fact, so focused on the cake that she didn’t even know where Camilo was. She guessed he was in his room, wallowing in his misery and the fact that he wasn’t able to take anything seriously(not that that was her problem). But if she had actually listened, she would know that Camilo was at Mariano’s house and was currently taking baking a cake with him very, very seriously.

It wasn’t long before Mirabel came into the room. “Hey, prima. What’s up?”

Dolores didn’t acknowledge Mirabel at first, adding vanilla extract to the mixing bowl as her head stretched to look at the recipe dictated in her Tia’s cookbook, muttering and mumbling something to herself. She was so lost in focusing that she didn’t even notice her cousin was there. Mirabel almost wondered if Dolores even heard her.

“Mmm…I should add more flower.”

Mirabel walked over to her prima daintily and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Go away Camilo. I don’t want to deal with you today.”

“I’m not Camilo.”

Dolores turned around to look at Mirabel. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Dolores tuned in to listen to Camilo, who was entering Mariano’s house. “Oh.”

“So you’re making a cake?” Mirabel peered over Dolores’ shoulder.

“Yes,” Dolores said, moving so that Mirabel couldn’t see. “By myself. I’m not having Camilo help me because the last time he tried to help he ruined it. So if you don’t mind…”

“Why can’t I help?” Mirabel frowned.

“Because I can’t risk any more freak accidents,” Dolores stated flatly.

“I won’t let that happen!”

Dolores rolled her eyes as she stirred the bowl, tasted some of the cake batter, then frowned and went back to the fridge. “Needs more milk.” She took milk out of the fridge and poured some into the bowl.

Mirabel, for some reason, continued on talking. “Please, I promise I won’t mess up! I’m not like your brother. I’m not accident-prone and I won’t mess everything up! I just wanna help!”

Dolores sighed. “Ugh. Fine. But you must follow my every instruction to a T. Got it?”

“Of course Dolores!” Mirabel perked up, beaming.

“Great!” Dolores gestured with her hand for Mirabel to step over to the kitchen counter, which she did.

Meanwhile, Mariano had invited Camilo into his house. The two were in the kitchen, ready to cook something for Felix.

“So, what shall we bake?” Mariano asked.

Camilo pondered, flipping through the cookbook that Mariano has provided for him.

“Ooh!” Mariano stopped Camilo from flipping to point at a recipe for brazo de reina. “We could make that—“

“Can’t eat fruits.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, man. Look, how about we make Enyucado?”

“Enyucado? I’ve never had that…”

“Well, of course you haven’t,” Camilo snorted in condescension. “It’s something mi Abuela on my father’s side used to make him and his siblings, and is from the Caribbean region.” Placing the book to lean upright against the back part of the counter, clearly Camilo was insistent on making this, not accepting disagreement from the older man. “Dolores and I had it all the time when we were kids and it was delicious! But I stopped because I kept getting it stuck in my teeth and it made me cry.”

“Wait, but what about the coconuts and guava jam? Aren’t those in the ingredients?”

Camilo blinked, then shrugged. “I guess we’re just going to have to make it without them, I guess.”

“Really?”

“Yeah bro, I’ve been eating it like that for years.” The younger boy glanced up at his sister’s fiancé in disbelief. “Wait, have you really never eaten this before?”

Mariano shook his head.

“Shut up.”

Mariano shrugged awkwardly.

“Shut UP!” Camilo’s eyes glistened as he was on the verge of laughter.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, anyway, you’re really missing out. So let’s start making it now!”

Mariano nodded.

🧡

Dolores opened the oven to take out the cake. “It’s ready Mira.”

Mira placed her cards down—she was so close to winning!—and sprang up to join Dolores in the kitchen.

“Is it good?”

“Only one way to find out!” Dolores took a toothpick and stuck it into the cake. Taking it out, she was relieved to see that the cake was indeed baked properly.

“Awesome!” Dolores celebrated. “Now all we have to do is wait fifteen minutes before we get to the best part, which is pouring the milk on the cake.

Mirabel giggled. “I can’t wait!”

Fifteen minutes later, the girls had mixed the cream, sweetened condensed milk, and evaporated milk and poured them onto the cake. They then added the whipped cream and cinnamon frosting.

“And now we’re all done,” Dolores finally stated, as she refrigerated the cake. “Wow. That was a lot of fun!”

“It was!” Mirabel squeaked. “See, I told you I could help you make the perfect cake for Tío! He’ll be so surprised, I just know he’ll enjoy it, and Mami will too!”

“I know, mi prima, I know.” Dolores reached out to give Mirabel a hug, which she reciprocated. “I’m sorry I assumed you wouldn’t be of any help. I shouldn’t have judged you. Without you, I wouldn’t have made the cake as quickly, and it sure wouldn’t have been as fun either. Some things are best done in a team! And a team in which both partners care about the outcomes too!” She kissed Mirabel softly on the forehead. “Thank you for helping me make the cake, I couldn’t be more appreciative.”

“You’re wel—“

“Cake? What cake?”

The girls froze and looked up. Dolores gulped. Standing right before the two cousins…was their father and uncle.

“Oh, hey Papa!” Dolores stammered. “What’s up?”

“Oh, I just wanted to talk to my lovely princesas!” Felix walked up to stand between them and wrapped an arm around both girls. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No, not at all!” Mirabel said, shaking in her boots. They had to take out the cake in an hour so that they could properly wrap it in aluminum foil, but they couldn’t do that with Felix there…

“So, what are you girls making?” Felix asked. “I hear you two made cake! I sure do love a good slice of cake! Can I have some?” He turned to Dolores, grinning and leering closer mischievously. “Hmm?”

“Oh, I’d love to, Papa, but umm, me and Mirabel already had the last slice.”

“Oh, I see.” Felix removed his arms from around his daughter’s and niece’s waists. “Well, that’s a bummer. I suppose I have to wait till my birthday then.”

This was where Dolores and Mirabel started to panic. “B-b-b—“

Felix frowned, looking sad. “Aww, don’t tell me you forgot my birthday, chicas.”

“Oh no, Tío, we didn’t!” It’s just that—“

“It’s just that what?” Felix asked them, looking as disappointed as ever.

Dolores was on the verge of tears. She knew she had to keep this a surprise, but how could she say no to her father’s adorable sad eyes? She almost wanted to comfort him by letting him have a peek of some of the cake. Or even a tiny slice. But then that would ruin the surprise for when his actual birthday arrived. But leaving Felix alone felt equally guilty.

Mirabel was still trying to come up with a solution. “Well…”

“Papa!” That’s when the door opened.

“Yes, mijo?” Felix asked, Camilo running around the kitchen to join his papa on the other side.

Camilo wrapped Felix in a hug, then took him by the shoulders and bounced up and down. “Oh, papa papa papa, you won’t believe it! So I was at the store today, right? And I was going through the clothing isles, and I saw—“ he paused to take a deep breath, his fingers fluttering about as he grinned In ecstasy, tears stinging around his eyes as he fanned himself. “I saw the cutest ruana I ever laid my eyes on!!! And I wanted to buy it so badly, but I didn’t have enough pesos. It’s even orange, just like the shirt you wear, Pa!”

“Really?” Felix asked, raising an eyebrow as he grinned.

“Really! Yes! And it reminded me of you, so I begged the shopkeeper to keep it on hold for me while I ran to get my dad, and it’s the last one in stock too so this is a really big deal! So can you please buy it for me?”

Felix looked at the girls, who were confused but quickly nodded their heads.

“Oh, all right, son. You seem to be the only one who wants to spend time with me, lately.”

“Yay!” Camilo beamed, grabbed Felix’s hand, and ran away. “Then let’s go now! Because he said that if I’m not back in twenty minutes sharp he’s gonna give the ruana to the boy who was behind me in line.”

“Oh, that can’t be good,” Felix said.

They went out the door, Camilo winking at his sister and cousin before closing it behind them.

And Mirabel and Dolores were nonetheless stunned.

“Did he just…help us?” Mirabel asked.

“Seems like it.” Dolores was frozen in shock. Finally breaking out of her catatonic state, she shook her head violently. “Ah well, he probably has some ulterior motives, you know how it is.”

🧡

Felix walked at a quick pace behind his son who was running and panting. “Wait for me, Camilo, your father’s turning 52, his old bones don’t work like they used to.”

“Come on, Papa, don’t be a dinosaur,” Camilo retorted. “I really want that ruana!”

“I can tell,” Felix said.

When they finally got to the store, Felix noticed that Camilo was sweating bullets, and not the kind that come from overexerting yourself.

“Camilo?” Felix asked. “Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah.” Camilo gulped, wondering how he was going to get out of this lie.

“Where’s the ruana you want?” Felix asked.

“I-I don’t remember, I have to go find it.”

“Okay, take your time. I’ll wait here while you go search.” Felix waited at the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

Camilo nodded awkwardly and went into the clothing isle. But all he saw were…dresses? Whoops. Never mind. He was in the women’s clothing aisle. He went to the men’s clothing aisle.

Secretly he had lied to his father about a ruana that didn’t exist. Both so that he could cover for Mirabel and Dolores and so that his father wouldn’t know he was at Mariano’s house also baking a cake that was for his birthday. What was he to do?

All the ruanas he saw were pink, yellow, green, brown, blue, purple, and red. Not a single orange one. And he already had a yellow ruana, and he didn’t want to look like Bruno.

He walked out of the aisle sadly, ready to tell his father that the ruana had already been bought by someone else, and that was when he saw it.

The orange ruana.

Camilo almost choked up when he saw it. Sure, he had lied. But fate decided to show him mercy and he was glad it did. Because that was the most beautiful ruana he had ever seen. The texture, the patterns, the size, the warmth, it was too good to be true. He had to get his hands on it. Now.

But he was out of luck. Because the glorious, perfect ruana was already being held by someone else. Only it wasn’t a boy like Camilo had randomly claimed.

It was a girl. Yamilet Gonzalez. Aka one of Camilo’s friends, and Mirabel’s girlfriend.

Yamilet blinked when she saw him. “O-oh, hey Camilo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Yamilet. Mind if I…have this?” He started to awkwardly pull the ruana out of her hands. But Yamilet pulled it away from him.

“N-no, sorry Camilo, b-but I’m buying this ruana already. In fact, I’m…I’m about to do so now. S-so if you don’t mind.”

“NO!” Camilo roared.

Yamilet blinked. Her girlfriends cousin was acting a little bit…off…today. “Excuse me?” She asked.

“That’s mine!” Camilo noticed Felix walking over to Yamilet and him and, in a panic, reached for the ruana, attempting to tug it from Yamilet’s arms. “Yami, please, just give it to me! If you were really my friend, you’d realize that this is important to me! Just…”

“B-but Camilo, I want it, I saw it f-first, why can’t you just let me have it!”

“You did NOT see it first, I did!”

“No you did n-not! You did not!” Yamilet wrestled Camilo’s clawing fingers away. “The-there are so many other ruanas in this store that you can buy. Why can’t you just let me h-ha-have this one?”

Felix walked up to the squabbling pair. “Is everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay!” Camilo said. “I really want that ruana but Yamilet won’t give it to me!”

“But I saw it first.”

“Wait,” Felix said to Camilo. “Camilo, before we left, you said that the shopkeeper agreed to let you leave the store, come back, and buy the ruana. So how come Yamilet has it? Did you tell the truth?”

“Yes I did!” Camilo basically sobbed.

Yamilet rolled her eyes.

“Okay, then, go ask the shopkeeper.”

Camilo gulped, but did as he was told. As he made his way towards the register with shaking legs, Felix turned his attention towards Yamilet. “I’m so sorry about my son, he can get a little wild sometimes.”

“Oh, tell me about it,” Yamilet said. “Mirabel told me all about the time when he—never mind. Anyway, I really want to buy this ruana because—“

“What? But—“ Camilo became flustered. “You said I could come back and buy it.”

“I never told you that, even once.” The shopkeeper shook her head. “This is your fist time coming to the store today, Camilo.”

Camilo paused, and turned to his father and Yamilet. Neither looked pleased.

“Hold on, I thought you said that the shopkeeper was a man.”

“You’re probably in the wrong shop,” Yamilet said.

Camilo glared at Yamilet. “Yami, if you don’t give me the ruana, I’m gonna tell Mirabel to break up with you.”

Yamilet just laughed at that. Then walked up to the cash register.

“Let’s go home, Camilo,” Felix said, but Camilo refused.

“Fine!” He sassed towards Yamilet in a mocking manner, Yamilet pretending not to listen. “That ruana won’t even look good on you! I mean, it’s orange, after all. And everybody knows that orange doesn’t go well with purple! So you’re the one who’s gonna look like an idiot!”

“Camilo, that’s enough, let’s go!”

That’s when Yamilet turned around. “Huh? It’s not even for me…it’s for my sister’s boyfriend.”

Camilo paused. “What?”

Yamilet sighed. “H-his birthday is in two days and I still d-don’t have a gift, but I know he-he’d like…this. So I came to buy it for h-him. I mean, it’s not like I have any oth-other options…”

Felix turned to look at Camilo disapprovingly. Camilo walked up to Yamilet and wrapped her in a hug. “Yamilet, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I know.”

“Do you believe me? Do you believe me when I say I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Please…I’m really sorry. Buy the ruana. But all the ruanas you want. Make your sister’s boyfriend proud. I’ll…I’ll live.” He sniffled. “I am so sorry about my outburst, Yamilet. I was just very scared and lashed out because…” he whispered something into Yamilet’s ear that Felix couldn’t hear. “But that’s no excuse for my actions. Please promise you’ll forgive me. Promise!”

“I promise.”

Camilo smiled, crying tears of joy.

“And if it makes you feel better, I can help you buy another ruana next time!”

“That would be nice.”

The shopkeeper cleared her throat. “Umm, excuse me, señorita, but are you still going to make an order?”

“Oh of course!”

🧡

“Come on, Mama,” Mirabel said as she and Dolores led Julieta into the kitchen and showed her the cake. “You’ve gotta see the cake that me and Dolores made. You’re gonna love it!”

“Okay!” Julieta said as she found her way into the kitchen.

“Since you’re such a good baker, Tia, I decided to try my hand at it as well. And Mirabel offered to help me, and together we made torta de tres leches. Since Papa is out I would love for you to take a look and see if it’s good.”

Dolores and Mirabel took out the cake, showing it to Julieta.

Julieta examined the cake.

“Do you think she will like it?” Dolores whispered to Mirabel, while Mirabel only shrugged.

Fortunately, Julieta gave her a thumbs up. “It looks all right to me!”

“Yay!” Mirabel and Dolores cheered as they clapped and embraced each other in a hug.

“This is gonna be the best birthday surprise ever!” Dolores cheered.

“Yeah, Tío isn’t expecting us to make the cake for him. He’ll probably think Mami made it or something.

“Yeah!” Dolores turned to her Tia. “Oh. Thanks Tia Julieta,” she said as she put the cake back in the fridge.

“No problem.”

It was just as Julieta walked away that Felix and Camilo came in through the front door.

“Oh, chicas, you’re still here?” Felix asked.

“Y-yes,” they responded in unison.

“Did you get the ruana?” Mirabel quickly made an effort to change the subject.

Felix sighed. “Sadly, no,” he said, feeling at his hair.

“Your girlfriend got it before I did,” Camilo said. “She said it was for her brother. Or her sister’s boyfriend. Whatever. So I let her have it because, you know.” He shrugged.

“Wait,” Dolores remembered something. “Didn’t you cause a fit in the store because she wouldn’t give the ruana to you?! And also say that you were gonna tell Mirabel to break up with her if she didn’t?”

“HE WHAT?!” Mirabel roared.

Camilo turned pale, “B-but I apologized, I, Mira, hey! What’s going on, querida?”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT!” Mirabel hollered at Camilo. “YOU SAID WHAT TO MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

Mirabel chased Camilo around the house. “I’m sorry!” He cried out.

“SORRY ISN’T ENOUGH!” Mirabel seethed.

Dolores smiled and watched an angry Mirabel chase a screaming Camilo out of Casita. Chuckling to herself, she went back upstairs to her room to wrap her gift for Felix.

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At last, it was Felix’s birthday, and Dolores was more than excited. She could hardly wait for everyone to try her and Mirabel’s cake, and most of all, Felix!

Unlike most days, Dolores was the first to jump out of bed and get ready, running trough the halls and knocking on everyone’s doors, telling them quietly, “Get up everyone, it’s Papi’s birthday!”

Mirabel was the first to get up. “He’s gonna try our cake and he’s gonna love it!”

“I know, right?” Dolores squeaked.

Pepa woke up next. “Morning, mijas!” she said, wrapping Dolores and Mirabel in a hug and a kiss and ruffling Mirabel’s hair. “Today’s a very special day, is it not?”

“Of course, Mami!” Pepa said. “Today is Felix’s birthday!!”

“Oh, it is! You remembered!” Pepa joked with a giggle. “Well, we’d better hurry up and get the rest of the familia!”

And so they did, hurrying downstairs and setting the table, the rest of the family coming downstairs eventually, doing the same.

“Is Tío coming down yet?” Isabela asked restlessly.

“Almost!” Dolores told her prima-hermana. She listened for Felix, who was coming downstairs. “All right, now it’s time everyone!” They moved to stand in front of the stairway Felix was coming down from. “Here comes the birthday man!”

It was then that Felix came down, yawning. “Huh, what’s everyone—“

“Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a tí, Feliz cumpleaños a Felix, feliz cumpleaños a tí! Que los cumpla feliz, que los vuelva a cumplir, que los siga cumpliendo, hasta el año tres mil!”

“Happy birthday, Papa!” Dolores exclaimed, clapping and cheering with the rest of the family, who all looked as excited as ever!

Felix looked surprised. “My my, you all have really done so much!”

“And we’re just getting started!” Bruno said. “We hope you have a happy birthday, amigo!”

Dolores and Mirabel ran up to Felix and gave him a big hug. Felix chuckled and hugged them back, kissing them both on the foreheads.

Bruno hugged him next. “You’re 52 man, already! Pffft, making me feel so small. How’s it feel?”

“I suppose I feel…a year older, and a year wiser.”

Bruno laughed, Pepa giving Felix a hug and a kiss. “Happy birthday, el hombre mas guapo en el universo. I have a special birthday treat prepared for you tonight,” she uttered in a hushed seductive tone. Felix grinned and cleared his throat, while adjusting his collar, and everybody else laughed along, Dolores covering her face, Mirabel’s and Luisa’s mouths hanging wide open, Isabela squealing quietly as she covered her face with her hands and shook to and fro, and Camilo pretending to gag. Antonio didn’t know what was going on, but he laughed along anyway.

Agustin have him a birthday hug. “You’re like a brother to me, do you know that?”

“Likewise, hermano!” Felix said, hugging Agustin closely back, enough to even choke.

“And we’ll always be grateful that you’re part of the family Madrigal,” Alma said, grinning widely from ear to ear at her son-in-law.

“We sure will!” Bruno agreed.

As they sat down to eat, Dolores of course sitting next to her father, Felix engaged in small talk with Agustin on the other side of him. While Dolores beamed with anticipation for the evening party.

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“And now it’s time for the cake!” Julieta announced.

Everyone cheered, including Mariano, whom Dolores has graciously invited to the party. He was, after all, soon to be part of the family. It made sense to be there to celebrate his future father-in-law’s birthday.

With an arm wrapped lovingly around his fiancée’s waist, he whispered to her “The cake you made? I’m sure it’s very good!”

“I know it is!” Dolores hissed back. “But shhhh! Don’t tell him it was mine!” She placed a finger over his lip, and the young couple giggled.

Tia Julieta placed the cake before Felix, who was seated in Abuela’s chair with the family around him He blew out the candle, the family clapping and whooping as Pepa cupped her husband’s face in her hands, kissing him on the cheek, nose, forehead, and lips. A rainbow hovered over Dolores’ parents’ heads, before Pepa parted from him and allowed him to cut the cake.

Everyone waited for him to take a bite. “Mmm! It’s good! So delicious!”

Dolores bit her knuckle in glee, her and Mirabel exchanging an ecstatic glance.

“Julieta, you have truly outdone yourself.”

“Agreed!” Isabela perked up obliviously.

“Oh, I actually didn’t make this cake!” Julieta stated. “Though I’m glad you enjoy it, I simply cannot take the credit for someone else’s hard work!”

It was silent in La Casa Madrigal. Even the floor tiles didn’t make a sound.

Then a quiet giggle could be heard. Confused, everyone turned towards Dolores, the source of the girlish sound.

“It was me Papa!” Dolores revealed.

“And me, Tío!” Mirabel chirped.

“Yeah!” Dolores and Mirabel wrapped an arm around each other as Dolores continued. “We made the cake! It’s what we were nervous to tell you! We just wanted to keep it a secret!”

“Surprise!” The girls said simultaneously.

Felix was elated, standing up to make his way towards the girls, he extended his arms as they too flounced towards him. “Come here, mis vidas!” The three formed a big bear hug!

Camilo frowed, looking at Mariano, who shrugged, then at Felix. “Nice how you still made a cake anyway even though you said you were done trying to make one!”

“I did, didn’t I?” Dolores shrugged. “Sorry about that, chiquito.”

“Oh, I should have seen this coming. Thank you, my beautiful girls!” Felix wiped a tear from his eye.

“You’re welcome, Papa/Tío!” Dolores and Mirabel said simultaneously.

“Come, come!” Felix ushered the two towards the head of the table. “You girls get to be the first to have slices!”

Dolores and Mirabel were elated, as Felix cut slices for each of them.

He were right. It was good.

“Wow, we did a really good job, Mira!” Dolores said, holding up her palm.

“Indeed we did!” Mirabel said, high-fiving Dolores back.

While all this was happening, Camilo was shoving Mariano into the kitchen.

“What are we gonna do?” Camilo asked.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, I just realized I didn’t exactly think this through. The last thing I wanted was to try to show Dolores up, and now we have TWO cakes!”

“Two cakes are better than one, no?” Mariano whispered. “And it’s not like we have a choice. I’m sure he’ll love your cake just as much as he loves your sister and cousin’s one.”

“Our cake, man,” Camilo corrected as he punched Mariano lightly in the shoulder. “Take some credit. And I guess you’re right. Come on, let’s get this cake out and show it to my dad.”

The rest of the family, meanwhile, was delightedly enjoying Dolores and Mirabel’s cake.

“This is so good!” Pepa beamed, sunshine radiating off of her face as she pulled Dolores in for a hug with her free hand. “I couldn’t be prouder of you. You too, chiquita!” She pulled away from Dolores to give the same physical display of affection to Mirabel.

“I love it so much, too!” Agustin agreed. “You both have truly outdone yourselves. It’s as good as Julieta’s cakes!”

This made the girls beam, as they turned to look at Julieta. Rather than being offended, the woman merely laughed in agreement.

“I knew it would turn out excellent, didn’t I?”

Luisa also enjoyed her slice, feeding some of it to Antonio, who was perched like a baby canary on her lap. Seeing Dolores looking at him, the brother and sister duo made eye contact as he gave her two thumbs up.

And that’s when Camilo and Mariano came in, holding another cake.

“We made a cake too!” Camilo announced.

Dolores and Mirabel froze. They had not expected this turn of events, no, not even Dolores, with her super-hearing, had even bothered to listen to what Camilo was up to at Mariano’s house the same night she was making a cake with Mirabel. And how did they get the cake into Casita’s kitchen without anyone else noticing? She guessed it just have been the night before the celebration, when even she and her ears were asleep. But either way that didn’t make her any less irritated.

“Awesome!” Julieta said, as the rest of the family, including Felix of course, paid attention to the second cake.

“Mariano? You helped make this?” Felix asked.

“I sure did, señor!” Mariano huffed with pride.

Felix grinned. “That’s wonderful! I always knew you were a family man!”

“And it’s Enyucado!” Camilo added. “Your favorite from when you were small!”

“Oh, yes!” Camilo found himself buried in an avalanche of his father’s affections very quickly. “Mi chico guapo, you know me so well!”

“I do.”

Felix wrapped Mariano in a hug as well, not willing to let his contribution go unnoticed. “Thank you as well, Mariano!”

“You’re welcome!”

That’s when Dolores cleared her throat. “How nice of you to make Papa another cake behind my back after dramatically flunking the one we were going to make together.”

Mirabel snorted.

“Hey, it was Mariano’s idea!” Camilo said, pointing at him with both index fingers. “If you’re looking for someone to be wrongfully mad at, blame your future husband. And besides, you said you weren’t going to make another one. How was I supposed to know you were lying?”

“Whatever, hermanito.”

The two shot each other daggers across the table as Felix cut himself a slice and bit into it.

It was now or never.

Felix finally swallowed, and everyone awaited his decision with bated breath.

Then he said. “Mmm! It’s delicious!”

Camilo’s eyes lit up, as Dolores’ eyelid twitched. “Wow! Really? You think so?”

“Of course, mi corazon! Great job, both of you. Here, have a slice!” He gave a smiling Camilo and Mariano two plates and cut them slices of the cake.

Mariano winked at Dolores, Dolores forcing a smile back.

Upon biting into his slice of the cake, Camilo beamed. “Wow, it really is good!”

“Agreed,” Mariano murmured through a full mouth before clearing his throat and swallowing. “It’s delightful. I’m so glad we made this, Camilo.”

Dolores disagreed.

“Me too. Thanks, man!” Camilo said, giving Mariano a hip bump. “I really couldn’t have done this without you.”

Mariano chuckled. Normally the sound of her love’s joy would make Dolores feel serene and content, but she was too distracted.

“They can’t both be equally good, though. Papa, which one is better?”

“Lola, it’s not a competition!” Camilo condescended, pretending to sound more mature. “Although…if I had to pick, it would be mine.”

“Liar!” Dolores exclaimed. “There is no way your cake is better than the one mi primita and I made. Just accept it, Camilo!”

“Well, I suppose your cake is…okay, at best. But ours is clearly better? Isn’t it, Mariano?”

“Umm.” Mariano chose to stay out of this sibling squabble. And wisely so.

Dolores chuckled darkly, without mirth. “Oh, so you think you can betray me and join forces with my boyfriend to make a cake that will be better than the one I made with Mirabel?! You got another thing coming, Camilo.”

“Oh yeah, well—“

The two started bickering back and forth, the rest of the family watching the drama unfold, Mirabel shrinking away to go stand beside Isa.

“ALL RIGHT!”

Both kids fell silent when Felix spoke.

Felix cleared his throat. “I’m being honest when I say this. And it’s my birthday, so let me be the judge. I think both your cakes are equally delicious. I promise you!”

Dolores blinked.

Camilo blinked.

Then they went back to squabbling with each other.

Felix sighed and rubbed his temple in irritation. He had had enough.

“Children—“ Alma said, but for once, the two were too deep into their arguing back-and-forth to listen.

“Did you even try each other’s cakes?”

Dolores and Camilo both came to a screeching halt just then.

Dolores awkwardly gulped. “Umm, no, Papi, we didn’t. Hm!”

Felix rolled his eyes and chuckled, finding it hard to stay mad at his adorable princesa and chico guapo for long. “Well, here ya go.” He handed them each extra plates. “And that means you too, Mirabel and Mariano.”

Mirabel and Mariano exchanged a glance before coming forward to also take slices of each other’s cakes.

Dolores bit into the Enyucado. “It’s not that bad.”

Camilo bit into the tres leches cake. “It’s edible, at least. That’s always a good thing.”

Felix sighed.

Mirabel, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. “Mmm! This brings back memories!” She swooned. “I remember when Camilo used to give me his leftover slice because he didn’t like it! It’s delicious. Great job, guys!”

“Thanks, Mirabel!” Mariano said. “And I like how milky and sweet Your and Dolores’ cake is. Which is only to be expected, because its tres leches cake. But still. It’s very sweet and buttery and nice. You both truly outdid yourselves.” He grinned at Dolores, a sparkle in his eye. “It’s great. Really great!”

Dolores blushed. “Thanks, Mariano!”

“Yeah, Mariano, thanks!”

“You’re welcome.”

Felix raised an eyebrow at his eldest children. “Now, is there anything you two would like to say?”

Dolores grumbled and rolled her eyes. “I love your cake too. It’s good. But only because Mariano helped make it.”

“I love yours too, Dolores. But only because of Mirabel,” Camilo added.

Felix sighed, realizing that was the best acknowledgment of each other’s talents that they were going to give.

“All right then,” he said. “Back to the party!”

The awkward yet amusing situation had finally passed, and the Madrigals spent the rest of the night giving Felix gifts, dancing, playing games, and just overall enjoying themselves.

Dolores enjoyed herself too. But more importantly, she was glad that her father had enjoyed the cake she made for him.

Mirabel waltzed up to her while the rest of the family was dancing, shimmying and lightly bumping their hip. “Hey,” she teased. “I guess it paid off in the end, huh? The whole first cake being ruined thing.”

Dolores shrugged, staring into her glass of wine, but didn’t answer.

“By the way, and I never got to tell you this before, but that was the funniest thing I had seen from you in a long time!”

“Shut up!” Dolores snickered, giving Mirabel a light shove.

“Hey,” Mirabel shoved back. “Don’t blame me, blame Camilo! Or maybe don’t, since now we have two cakes and they’re both equally good!”

Dolores shrugged with a grin. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am!” Mirabel beamed and waited for Dolores to finish her glass and set it aside. “Anyway, prima, you wanna dance?”

Dolores pondered for a minute, then took Mirabel’s hand graciously.

“I’d love to!” She agreed.

The two girls giggled as they ran to the center of the floor with the rest of their family, dancing together and having fun.

The End

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disneymbti · 1 year

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Isabela and Dolores from Encanto

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Isabela Madrigal's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ESTJ [The Executive]

ESTJ types are very high energy. They’d rather spend their time with other people than alone.

They tend to pay more attention to the details of a situation. They make decisions based on what they see right now.

Executives base their decisions on what makes sense, rather than what feels right. They listen to their head, not their heart.

They are responsible and like to plan ahead. They hold themselves accountable by making lists and following set processes and rules.

Big Three: Leo Sun, Capricorn Moon and Scorpio Rising

Scorpio Sun: Ruled by Mars and Pluto, the Scorpio Sun is known to be intense, mysterious, and ever-evolving.

Capricorn Moon: The Capricorn Moon is reflective and contemplative, working to build a better foundation with those they care about.

Leo Rising: Leo ascendants bask in the glow of sunlight, radiating positivity and charm. Performers through and through, those with this friendly, radiant, and outgoing placement exude confidence and strength.

Enneagram Type: 3w2 [The Enchanter]

Basic Fear: Enneagram type three wing twos are afraid of failing and being unworthy of love. They avoid this by setting and accomplishing goals, in order to feel successful and worthy.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to be admired and accepted. They seek value through accomplishment, which may push them deeper into their work.

Enchanters tend to adjust their persona to their audience, in order to feel as though they are easily liked, which may lead to playing a character rather than being themselves.

Dolores Madrigal's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ISFP [The Adventurer]

ISFP types need plenty of personal space. Though they enjoy building connections with people, they need alone time to think and recharge.

They are very observant, especially focusing on the details more than the overall view. They live in the present and tend to base decisions on what they can see right now.

Adventurers also prioritize emotion when making decisions. They prefer to follow what feels right.

They don’t like schedules, but instead prefer to keep their options open. They are adaptable, spontaneous, and like to challenge the need for strict rules.

Big Three: Capricorn Sun, Taurus Moon and Cancer Rising

Capricorn Sun: Capricorn is ruled by authoritative Saturn, which is why they tend to work hard toward advancing themselves in earthly matters.

Taurus Moon: The Moon loves to be in the zodiac sign Taurus. Those with Moon in Taurus delight in the earthly pleasures and seek out emotional security.

Cancer Rising: Cancer ascendants tend to wear their hearts on their sleeves and take care of those they love.

Enneagram Type: 9w1 [The Negotiator]

Basic Fear: Nines with a one wing are afraid of being separated from the rest of the world and losing what matters to them.

Basic Desire: They desire peace, both internally and externally. Their type one wing encourages them to make their idealized, peaceful world a reality.

Negotiators defend themselves by participating heavily in routine to distract themselves and avoid negative emotions.

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raincoonparade · 1 year

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My OCs list

I'm having a hard time sharing art here, not only cause I'm being indecisive but also I'm not sure how to present them, I want my Tumblr to look pretty vjkvf so, while I decide on that, I thought about sharing at least the fandom, names and some of my favs drawings of them!

I'll edit this post constantly whenever I have new art, delete or add OCs

Whenever you see TBN it means they don't have a name or I'm changing it so, heads up lol... Anyway, let's start:

Here's the full list! (March 2023):

Animaniacs - Zane

Art sona - Miss Disfortune

3. Ben 10: Omniverse - Skylar 4. Boku no Hero Academia - Aki, Ha-eun, Hoshiko, Itsuki, Journey, Serena, Tomomi, Toshiko, Yuna TBN, TBN

5. Brand New Animal - Cassie, Robin 6. Cannon Busters - Yazmin 7. Carole & Tuesday - Kora 8. Coraline - Zarina 9. Craig of The Creek - Anayance, Barbara, Melisa, Quetzali, Scooter, Tara, Ula

10. CSI series - A.J. 11. Dr. Stone - Chie 12. DuckTales 2017 - Alana, Cambri, Lafayette, Luoana, Taumn 13. Encanto - Esmeralda 14. Fantasy/Ghibli OCs - Zephyrine & Minuette

15. Fairy Tail - Erandi, Luna 16. Food Wars (Shokugeki no soma) - Ginko 17. Free! Iwatobi Swim Club - Violet 18. Galatea (my personal project) - Aisha, Allastor, Allister, Arturo, Beetlepache, Chenzira, Cherry, Kalem, Nisha, Nitzia, Raymundo, Pandora 19. Gargoyles - Altea 20. Ghostbusters - Jackie

21. God of War - Zeltzin

22. Goofysona - Blair, Oceana 23. Kaleido Star - Mirana 24. Kotaro lives alone - Vanna 25. Las leyendas Saga (Ánima Studios) - Iztli 26. Loonatics Unleashed - Hadley, Kit 27. Marvel - Donaji, H 28. Mexopolis media - TBN 29. Monster High - Jericho, Scooter, Winter 30. Monsters Inc. / University - Vesper 31. Music sona - Chia

32. My Little Pony - Fawn Spellbound, Mind Dusk, Pumpkin Moon, Sugar Sprinkles 33. No Straight Roads - Zohnette 34. One Piece - Ginger, Senki, Preya, Yue, TBN

35. Over The Garden Wall & Infinity Train - Ollie 36. Rain (hard to explain where she from) 37. Percy Jackson and the Olympians - TBN 38. Pokemon - Juliet, Patch

39. Radiant - Nahia 40. Ranma 1/2 - Gumi 41. Shaman King - TBN, TBN 42. Shinbi: The Haunted House - Gumiho 43. Sing (Illumination movies) - Bia, Dawn 44. Sona - Scooter 45. Spiderman 2017 - Echo 46. Splatoon - Frizzy 47. Stardew Valley - Rain 48. Steven Universe - Moonstone, Yellow Amber 49. Tales of Arcadia - TBN 50. Teen Titans - Aura, Calliope 51. Teen Wolf - Jack 52. The Amazing World of Gumball - Pumpela 53. The Legend of Hei/Spirit sona - Qiu 54. The Muppets - Nehru 55. The Umbrella Academy - Quetzal 56. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 3n1d, Crystal, Draq, Frankie, Scooter, Tommy, Vivienne 57. Undertale - TBN 58. Victor y Valentino - Whisper (Jun) 59. Vocaloid - Dalia, Isabela 60. Young Justice - Liv, Razz

Yeah, I know... They're a lot haha. As you can see, I haven't draw them much... I'm still redesigning and creating some of them so, so far, I mostly just have half body references? And some information and facts on a private document and lots of notes... My OCs life is as messy as mine as you can tell ahaha

I have a Toyhouse page where, I hope, I'll be updating and sharing more of my OCs soon! All the redesigns and reference I've made so far are already there in case you want to check them out!

If you read everything, thank you, here... Have a cookie 🍪

#missdisfortune #disfortunate ocs #toyhouse #my ocs <3 #oc list #fandom list #full ocs list

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encantowishes · 2 years

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(All my Encantober stories will be collected here.)

Encantober Day 7 - Donkey

Christmas Miracle

Pepa regarded the donkey, uncertain. The donkey regarded Pepa, unperturbed. Ordinarily, mounting the animal wouldn’t be a problem for her, tall and nimble as she was. At the moment, however …

“I don’t know why I was voted to play Maria,” she grumbled. “I didn’t even put my name in.”

“It is because you are the most radiant woman in all the Encanto, mi sol,” Félix assured her, taking her hand and smoothly kissing it.

For an instant, Pepa’s little cloud glowed with sunlight before dissipating, and it did look a lot like a nimbus, you had to admit.

“Also the most pregnant,” Bruno noted. “It adds gravitas.”

Pepa scowled at her brother. “You didn’t put my name in, did you?”

“No. I did think about starting a write-in campaign, ‘cause I thought it would be funny, but that would mean, y’know, talking to people. This wasn’t nepotism, it was all grassroots.”

Pepa’s suspicion did not fade. Naturally, unsociable Bruno would prefer to direct his own family members rather than anyone else in the village. As kids, Pepa had been his star stuntwoman and melodrama specialist. (Julieta had preferred behind the scenes tasks.)

“Bruno, I swear, if I go into labor during this show …”

“Everyone will say it was the most authentic Nativity play they’ve ever seen,” he insisted.

Félix laughed. “They’ll say our baby was born for the stage!”

Bruno’s eyes went wide as he succumbed to a sudden coughing fit. “Well, now. Wouldn’t that be something. Come on, Pepa, let’s get you up on Samson here.”

Félix gave Pepa a boost onto the animal’s back, while Bruno stood on the other side, ready to steady her if needed. Samson seemed to ignore all of them.

Then Bruno stepped a few paces back, scratching his beard as he appraised the scene before him. Pepa, costumed as Maria, seated upon a donkey, ready to ride into a stable in Bethlehem. Or at least onto a set that had been built in the plaza last week. He smiled. “You do look beautiful, hermana.”

Pepa caught her breath. She hadn’t seen him smile like that in so long. Suddenly, trying to ride a donkey and act despite expecting her second child to make their appearance in the world at any moment seemed worth it.

Pepa had once thought she understood her brother, them both having developed moodiness as teens. But hers had turned out to be a youthful discontent that she eventually outgrew. Bruno’s was a melancholy that ebbed and flowed, but overall grew worse with time. Worse and worse until his relationships began to deteriorate, and he spent long stretches hardly ever coming out of his room. Even at the cost of disappointing his nieces, who he adored.

Padre Flores had mentioned that the Nativity play needed a director, and it had been Julieta’s idea to talk Bruno into it. Get him out of the house. Both sisters together were not enough to convince him, but Dolores (of course) had overheard, and recruited her cousins to lend their voices to the plea. Bruno couldn’t say no to them.

So now here they were. Pepa in costume on a donkey, looking down at her brother who was smiling like … like he meant it. Like he was happy to be here with her and with Félix. Happy to be taking part in the play.

Bruno clapped his hands together. “Beautiful! Everybody’s gonna love this. Oh!”

Pepa looked to see what had caught her brother’s attention. The children’s choir approached, Dolores and Isabela among them, all in costume. Bruno met them and knelt down to lay his hands on his nieces’ shoulders. “Look at you, my angels. And, and all of you angels. You all look great!”

Most of the children gave each other uncertain looks, but Dolores and Isabela beamed.

“Donkey!” This was Luisa, who broke away from her parents to run up the path and hug Samson’s foreleg. The animal sniffed curiously at her hair, but otherwise did not move.

Agustín waved. “Félix, the rest of the musicians have set up.”

“I’ll be right there.” Félix gave Pepa’s hand another kiss, assured her she would be magnificent, and was off.

Julieta, not quite as heavily pregnant as Pepa, walked over to the donkey and gently extracted Luisa. Looking up at her sister, she pursed her lips toward Bruno, who was now giving his vigorous approval to the recently-arrived three kings.

“Never seen him so excited over a dress rehearsal,” Julieta said quietly. “Did you see the way he was smiling?”

“Yes.” It was all Pepa could say without letting tears loose. Seeing Bruno like that was like a little miracle.

The little miracle in Pepa’s belly kicked. “Hey, you,” she said. “Stay put until after Christmas.”

The baby listened. This time.

#encantober #encantober donkey #it's me amrys #sorry for posting a christmastime story in october #my donkey inspiration is limited

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isabelahills · 2 months

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isabela heart raced with excitement as she stood in front of her mirror, contemplating her outfit for the day. the vibrant hues of the music festival outside her window seemed to beckon her, promising an unforgettable day filled with music, laughter, and perhaps, a chance encounter that could change everything. with a sense of determination, she chose her attire carefully, opting for a bohemian-style dress adorned with intricate patterns that danced in the sunlight. as she slipped into her favorite sandals, her mind wandered to the reason she was getting ready in the first place – to finally spend time and get to know vanessa better. isabela had been intrigued by vanessa ever since they first crossed paths in santa monica. there was something magnetic about her, something that drew isabela in like a moth to a flame. she had been longing for an opportunity to get to know vanessa better, and today felt like the perfect chance. with her heart pounding with anticipation, isabela grabbed her essentials – wine and a small bag containing her phone and wallet – and made her way out of the room. the vibrant energy of the festival engulfed her as soon as she stepped outside, the pulsating beats of the music filling the air and sending shivers of excitement down her spine. as she finally at the beach, she stepped onto the warm sand, the sound of crashing waves filled her ears, soothing her nerves and calming her racing heart. she scanned the shoreline, her eyes searching eagerly for any sign of vanessa's presence. and then, isabela spotted her – vanessa, standing at the water's edge, her hair tousled by the ocean breeze, her smile radiant and inviting. for a moment, time seemed to stand still as their eyes met across the distance, a silent understanding passing between them. and then, with a surge of courage coursing through her veins, isabela closed the gap between them. "hey!" she said, smiling at the girl next to her. "you're looking good," she completed. "and i know we promised grabbing some food and then walking to the beach, but i gotta be honest with you, this?" she said, showing vanessa the wine bottle. "this is better than food." she laughed as she looked at the girl. // @nessmerrells

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fallingflowerff · 6 months

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Cap. 23

Thais

Quando entro no quarto estou com o coração acelerado. Aquilo aconteceu MESMO?

-Ei o que foi? -Júlia pergunta.

-Jeonghan.

-O que tem ele? Ele está bem? Está machucado?

-Não, ele me beijou.

Por um instante tento processar a informação. Yoon Jeonghan, ele REALMENTE me beijou?

-Isso ia acontecer mais cedo ou mais tarde, certo? Está na cara que ele tá afim de você.

-Eu sei. – disparo. – sim, sei que é um tanto arrogante o que digo, mas é a verdade, eu e Jeonghan estivemos jogando esse jogo durante tempo demais.

-E aí? Como foi?

-Nem preciso dizer que ele beija bem, preciso?

-Pela sua cara de idiota? Não.

Eu abro um sorriso e me atiro de cara na cama, segurando o travesseiro de imediato e o abraçando.

-E aí? O que vocês vão fazer agora?

-Como assim?

-Qual é o próximo passo?

-Que passo? Pra onde?

-Thais você não acha que isso vai ficar em um beijo só e pronto, acha?

Eu não tinha pensado a respeito, quer dizer, eu pensava que era apenas aquilo, mas ao ouvir a Júlia falar eu notei o quanto eu estava sendo idiota. Era óbvio que não era só aquilo, mas e então o que era? Quer dizer, e Minghao?

-Eu não sei. – falo tentando não pensar tanto a respeito. – a verdade é que não é só o Jeonghan, tem o Minghao, o Seungcheol...

-Como assim?

Então percebo que não contara para Júlia a respeito do que vinha acontecendo entre mim e Minghao e tão pouco sobre o beijo que Seungcheol me dera no elevador.

-É coisa demais. – falo tentando pensar de forma clara. – eu preciso dormir.

-Faça isso.

Fecho os olhos, mas não consigo não relembrar a cena e sorrir.

No dia seguinte na hora do café desço com Júlia, encontramos com o restante das meninas e tomamos o canto afastado da mesa. No instante em que meus olhos cruzam com os de Jeonghan, ele sorri e me faz um gesto positivo com a cabeça, meu estômago revira e eu só consigo sorrir de volta por um segundo antes de desviar os olhos e encarar Júlia.

-Homem lindo da mulesta. – ela dispara e eu rio.

-Sim ele é.

-A melhor coisa que ele fez na vida foi pintar esse cabelo de castanho, as mechas avermelhadas...

Eu desvio o olhar dela para encarar a mesa e só então percebo que não estamos falando da mesma pessoa, Júlia está falando a respeito de Vernon.

-Você está falando do Hansol?

-De quem mais? – ela pergunta e eu dou de ombros.

-Temos treze opções na mesa, escolha uma.

-Treze? – ela pergunta e eu faço um gesto positivo com a cabeça.

-Não é?

-O medo de Choi Seungcheol já se foi, é isso?

Desvio os olhos dela para encarar Seungcheol, ele conversa com Mingyu e sorri. O sorriso dele é tão inocente, tão radiante que por um instante eu esqueço do mundo e me concentro apenas nele e em nada mais.

Aparentemente atraído pelo meu olhar, ele desvia os olhos de Mingyu e me encara, ao fazê-lo o sorriso que ele tinha nos lábios se desfaz. Por um instante ele apenas me encara sem nada dizer ou fazer, mas então desvia o olhar e volta a sorrir em direção a Mingyu.

Por um segundo me sinto mal com aquilo, a maneira com que o sorriso dele se desfaz ao me encarar me deixa abalada.

-Vamos? – a voz de Isabela faz com que eu a encare.

-Oi?

-Preparar as coisas, os fotógrafos e maquiadores já chegaram.

-Certo.

Sigo com as meninas para a ala externa na qual as fotos serão tiradas, aprontamos ventiladores, água, comida, toalhas e mais um monte de coisas. Quando as duas bandas enfim aparecem, já está tudo organizado.

Eles estão deslumbrantes, não tem como negar. Por um segundo apenas encaro os treze e deixo que um sorriso escape. São lindos, os treze.

A forma com que sorriem e parecem estar se divertindo com o photoshoot me deixa feliz.

Por mais que eu queira ficar a tarde toda observando-os sei que não posso, afinal preciso organizar o cenário interno.

Sigo com a equipe de produção para organizar as flores e as mesas na estufa do hotel. Quando está tudo pronto enfim posso respirar, agora é só esperar que eles apareçam.

E eles aparecem, de um por um as fotos são tiradas. Entre brincadeiras e piadas, os treze se revezam no cenário.

Sou dispensada no momento em que o último membro entra para fotografar. Seungcheol.

Ele passa por mim e segue direto ao local em que o mandam sentar. Sei que preciso ir embora, mas meu olhar é atraído pela cena que se desenrola a minha frente.

Seungcheol senta em uma cadeira e se debruça na mesa para os primeiros cliques, eu decido que é melhor eu ir embora, afinal minha presença está sendo requisitada em outro lugar, mas antes que eu saia ainda o encaro uma última vez e o que vejo faz com que meu coração dê um salto.

Ele me encara, os olhos firmes, aqueles olhos são perigosos e me assustam.

Respiro fundo desviando o olhar dele e sigo caminho. O que está havendo?

Quando as fotos terminam nós enfim recebemos a notícia de que voltaremos para Seul, ótimo aquela viagem está me deixando confusa.

Quando entramos no avião, fecho os olhos de imediato e finjo que estou dormindo. Não quero falar com Jeonghan, Minghao e muito menos com Seungcheol.

Quando chegamos a Seul, termino os meus afazeres no prédio da empresa e sigo para casa.

Sei que não deveria fazer o que faço, mas desligo o celular. Não quero falar com ninguém, quer dizer, estou confusa, assustada e perturbada.

Tomo um banho e me atiro na cama, quero apenas dormir e nada mais.

Mas, é claro que não consigo. Tudo está mais do que confuso na minha mente. O que estou fazendo? Que jogo estou jogando? Onde estou me metendo?

Saio do quarto e decido dar uma volta, no instante em que chego ao playground que fica ao lado do prédio da Hybe eu o avisto.

Seungcheol. Ele está lá, sentado no balanço, ambas as mãos cobrindo o rosto, pelo movimento de suas costas, sei que ele chora.

Respiro fundo e hesito em me aproximar. Tento observar antes, mas percebo pela forma com que ele treme que ele parece estar sofrendo de uma crise de ansiedade. Caminho até ele. Não digo nada, apenas sento no balanço ao lado dele e o escuto chorar.

A cada vez que ele soluça é como se uma faca estivesse atravessando meu coração, mas mesmo assim não me manifesto, apenas espero.

Eventualmente ele ergue os olhos e acaba dando de cara comigo. A maneira com que ele me encara ainda chorando faz com que eu tenha vontade de chorar junto, mas não o faço, ao invés disso eu abro um pequeno sorriso e lhe faço um gesto positivo com a cabeça.

Ele funga, os olhos perdidos, confusos.

Eu estendo a mão em sua direção e ele a segura, apertando os dedos com força contra os meus e recomeçando a chorar.

Ficamos ali, de mãos dadas enquanto ele chora e por algum tempo o único som que é ouvido, são os dos soluços dele.

Não consigo dormir. A verdade é que tenho medo de fechar os olhos e perder Seungcheol de vista. Após o tempo que ficamos no playground estou assustada. Ele não parara de chorar um segundo sequer e o desespero que ele transmitia fez com que eu também sentisse vontade de chorar.

Não sei como lidar com a situação. Quando se tem depressão as vezes você realmente não quer falar com ninguém, você quer simplesmente colocar as coisas para fora e nada além disso.

Encaro o celular e então noto que tem mais de dez chamadas não atendidas, algumas de das meninas, outras de Wonwoo e então Jeonghan.

Levanto da poltrona na qual estou sentada e me aproximo da cama encarando Seungcheol que dorme. A imagem que vejo não lembra em nada a que testemunhara mais cedo. Ele respira tranquilamente, os olhos cerrados enquanto abraça o travesseiro.

Me afasto, saindo do quarto e disco o número de Jeonghan, após o terceiro toque ele atende.

-Jeonhan?

-Oi. – é o que ele diz.

-Desculpe não ter atendido, eu estava um pouco ocupada.

-O Coups está com você?

A voz de Jeonghan não é rude ou acusativa, ele parece preocupado.

-Está. – disparo de forma simples. – eu o encontrei no playground e o trouxe para o meu apartamento.

-Entendo.

-Jeonghan?

-Uhm?

-Vocês sabem se o Seungcheol toma remédio?

-Uhum.

-A empresa sabe?

-Uhum.

-E ninguém faz nada a respeito?

-O que poderíamos fazer? Nós estamos tentando cuidar dele o máximo que conseguimos, acho que você já notou o quanto todos nós tentamos trata-lo de forma natural porque ele mesmo disse que se fosse para o tratarmos como se ele tivesse qualquer problema de saúde ele iria embora.

-A empresa nunca pensou em dar um break pra ele?

-A situação pioraria segundo o médico dele. O Coups não sabe, mas temos reuniões semanais com o médico dele para sabermos a melhor forma de agir sempre.

Eu não fazia ideia daquilo, da forma com que os meninos, mesmo sem Seungcheol saber, cuidavam dele. As palavras de Jeonghan me tocam e eu respiro fundo.

-Voc�� acha que eu poderia ter encontros com ele também?

-Claro. – é o que ele responde. – eu vou falar com o senhor Noh e agendar encontros semanais seus com ele também, afinal parece que é pra sua casa que o Coups está fugindo quando se sente mal.

-Eu que fui buscar ele no playground, não quis deixa-lo lá.

-Eu entendo. Você quer que eu vá buscar ele aí agora?

-Ele está dormindo, eu acho melhor deixar ele assim.

-Certo. Thais?

-Uhum?

-Obrigado por estar cuidando do Coups.

-Não precisa agradecer, eu faria por qualquer um de vocês treze.

-Eu sei que sim.

-Jeonghan?

-Oi?

-Me desculpe por não termos conversado direito ainda depois do que aconteceu em Jeju.

-Acho que teremos tempo pra isso, afinal nos vemos todos os dias, certo?

-Uhum.

-Thais?

-Uhm?

-Eu realmente quero conversar sobre o que houve em Jeju.

Por um segundo meu coração dá um salto. Ele quer conversar sobre aquela noite, o que será que ele quer dizer?

Um milhão de pensamentos atravessam minha mente, ele quer conversar, talvez me diga que foi um erro, talvez me diga que se arrependeu do que aconteceu.

Respiro fundo, não tenho razão para ficar martelando aquilo em minha mente, amanhã conversaremos.

-Certo, amanhã conversaremos. – concordo.

-Boa noite.

-Boa noite Jeonghan.

Desligo o celular e volto para dentro do quarto respirando fundo, droga, droga, droga! O que Jeonghan quer me dizer?

Me aproximo da cama para conferir se Seungcheol ainda dorme, aparentemente sim. Puxo o lençol e o cubro, está um pouco frio, não quero que ele fique doente.

Enquanto o cubro escuto ele soltar um pequeno gemido e se aconchegar melhor entre os lençóis, abro um sorriso, ele é realmente muito fofo.

Puxo um colchão e me deito ao lado da cama, preciso dormir um pouco também, afinal amanhã preciso trabalhar cedo, tenho uma reunião com Deus sabe-se lá quem, preciso organizar minhas anotações e tomar um remédio para a memória URGENTEMENTE.

No dia seguinte quando abro os olhos sinto o cheiro conhecido do perfume de Seungcheol. Sento no colhão e esfrego os olhos, onde ele está?

Me arrasto para fora do colchão e acabo me desequilibrando e indo de encontro ao chão. O que diabos? Eu não tinha dormido no colchão? Como consegui a proeza de cair da cama?

Olho ao redor e noto que o quarto está vazio, onde está Seungcheol e o que diabos eu estava fazendo na cama?

Me situo e sigo em direção ao banheiro, escovo os dentes, tomo um banho e me apronto para ir pro trabalho.

Ao chegar na produtora a primeira pessoa que vejo zanzando pelos corredores meio acordado e meio dormindo é Seungkwan.

-Hey, Boo! – chamo e ele me encara, um sorriso no rosto.

-Ah Lizzy.

-Onde estão os outros?

-Não sei.

-O que você está fazendo?

-Não sei.

-Para onde está indo?

-Não sei.

Eu começo a rir, ok pior pessoa para encontrar em estado normal, imagina só sonolento?

Me dirijo para a sala de ensaios para deixar tudo pronto, no instante em que entro, acabo dando de cara com Seungcheol.

-Noona? – ele fala me encarando com um pequeno sorriso.

-Seungcheol?

-Uhm?

-Você me colocou na cama ontem?

Por um segundo ele apenas me encara, os olhos que estiveram divertidos há um segundo atrás, agora estão assustados.

-Eu... Desculpa Noona, eu acordei e te vi dormindo no colchão e bem, eu não podia te deixar lá. Você não deveria ter me deixado dormir na sua cama, deveria ter me acordado e me mandado ir embora.

-Não se preocupe com isso. – falo abrindo um sorriso para que ele não se sinta mal.

-Obrigado por ontem.

Seungcheol não ri, seu olhar é firme, me encarando.

-Não se preocupe, sempre que precisar conversar ou apenas desviar os pensamentos do que quer que seja que está te chateando pode aparecer.

-Obrigado.

-Lizzy? – a voz vem da porta e eu desvio os olhos de Seungcheol para encarar Jeonghan, ele tem um sorriso nos lábios. – a gente pode conversar agora?

Respiro fundo e sigo até a porta. Eu tinha até esquecido a respeito de Jeonghan e da conversa sobre Jeju.

-Vem. – ele fala me puxando pelo braço e abrindo uma porta em frente a sala de ensaio. – a gente pode conversar aqui.

Entro na sala atrás dele e constato que é uma espécie de closet, as roupas do comeback estão ali.

-Nossa, vocês vão brilhar um pouco no palco hoje, certo?

Ele ri e então desvio os olhos das roupas para encará-lo, Jeonghan me olha fazendo um gesto negativo com a cabeça.

-Você quer mesmo falar sobre as roupas?

-Desculpe. – é o que digo me sentindo uma idiota. – o que você quer me dizer?

Jeonghan não diz nada, se aproxima e mais uma vez me beija. Minha mente viaja. O que estou fazendo? Não consigo me concentrar no beijo dele, meus pensamentos vacilam e caminham entre Minghao e Seungcheol.

Quando nos afastamos ele me encara, está sorrindo, mas mesmo que eu queira, não consigo sorrir junto.

-Jeonhan, eu preciso... -antes que eu consiga falar, meu celular toca.

-Atende. – ele fala e eu respiro fundo retirando o celular do bolso.- senhor Noh, oi. Certo, já encontro ele. -desligo o celular e encaro Jeonghan. – estão te procurando.

-Certo, eu vou indo então, a gente se vê depois.

-Hannie.

-Uhn?

O encaro. Não posso falar nada agora que ele está prestes a subir no palco, por isso apenas sorrio em sua direção.

-Fighting!

Ele sorri e segue sala afora.

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theriu · 1 year

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An iris: small white bellflower, wood sorrel, amethyst, and ranunculus of both varieties. You have camellia Japonica in scarlet fuschia, by-the-bye. And thank YOU for posting a picture of The Language of Flowers! I had no idea there was a floral code book *from* the Victorian Era until then! It's very pleasing because I was already interested after reading the Enola Holmes series - she uses the code quite a bit. Plus I've been writing encanto fics and I want Isabela to know accurate floral code.

Oo, this is a long one! I'm glad the person who recommended the Project Gutenberg link, as it's made it much faster to search for meanings!

Message: Gratitude, Joy, Admiration, you are radiant with charms and rich in attractions. You have excellence in taste, by the by.

D'aww!!! You're too sweet! What a beautiful message. ^^ Hold on one moment while I assemble a response:

Iris: Canterbury Bell. Flax and Borus Henricus. Clematis, Marshmallow. Pear!

#river replies #language of flowers #meaning of flowers #fun secret way to send compliments to each other #I mean there are also flowers for other things but ya know #smiles

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eye-of-yelough · 2 years

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Isabela and Anders friendship fluff, come get your Isabela and Anders friendship fluff, written at 4am!

summary: just a silly little micro fic about the flirty friendship dynamic Anders and Isabela should’ve had. Contains sexual references cos it’s Isabela

Justice, he is beginning to realise, isn’t very fond of Isabela.

When she’s around it’s a constant inner battle to not let the well meaning spirit bore her with another lecture that she won’t bloody listen to. He knows her, she’s stubborn. Lecturing doesn’t work on people like Isabela. But sometimes, on rare blessed days like today, justice isn’t righteous. Justice is tired. Dormant in the back of his mind.

And it’s on days like this that Isabela’s care free attitude and friendly-flirtyness is infectious. Makes him feel like his old self. And Maker, if he doesn’t appreciate the chance to feel that again.

So when she grabs a fistful of his coat to pull his face down, stands on the tips of her toes and plants a kiss just above his jaw bone that can only be described as filthy (and how she manages to make a cheek kiss feel sensual he’ll never know) he welcomes it, with an appreciative hum and a little squeeze on the soft flesh between her waist and hip.

She gasps, faux scandalised, as she pulls away, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Anders, engaging in improper healer/patient activities in your own clinic? In front of other patients? In front The Maker? At 9am on a tuesday? What will they say?”

“They’ll say I’ve gone mad. Been seduced by a desire demon disguised as an irresistible pirate goddess. And perhaps they’re right!” He moves his hands to grasp her shoulders, worrying the white material between his fingers and putting on his best damsel in distress act, fuck-me eyes and all. “They’ll drag me away in chains unless you take me with you! Oh, Captain! You will, won’t you?”

He wonders for a second if he’s gone a little far, considering that’s a very real fantasy of his that he just confessed. But she doesn’t need to know that.

But she just tilts her head back explodes into a fit of adorable giggles at his unexpected play-along of absurdity.

“Aww, unfortunately I can’t, sweet thing. No ship, no dice.” She separates from him suddenly, walking around the table she was just sitting on so it’s between them. She grabs the salve she came for and puts it into her pack. Then slowly leans forward with her hands flat on the table, daring him to get an eyeful. He rolls them instead. Cheap trick. But that won’t stop him from thinking about it later. She is Not helping with his sexual frustration.

“I have to go, business, but… thank you.” She drawls, just above a whisper.

“You’re so welcome.” He tries to hide his disappointment behind sarcasm.

“You gonna watch me walk away?”

He looks at the ceiling, pretending to consider for a moment. A very short moment.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll add a little extra sway to it, just for you, baby.” She lifts one hand at a time off the table, maintaining eye contact for longer than necessary.

“ ‘Preciate it, sweetheart.” He dares a wink. He’ll feel so skeevy about this later, but he can’t make himself care. He wishes there was a way to nonverbally communicate how much the normalcy of this means to him. Words will come out all wrong, he’ll make it sound too romantic, too sincere, and it’ll scare her off. One of the few anchors of normalcy he has. He can’t lose it. He smiles and hopes it’s enough.

Isabela over-sways her hips so much she trips over her own feet, and it’s his turn to giggle.

#sorry if this isn’t like. presented well. yknow like the summary and stuff? I’ve literally never written a fic before.#also I’m on mobile. no beta reader either I wrote it and now I’m posting it and that’s how it’s going #also. Isabela with hip dips is my religion thank you and good night #dragon age 2 #anders my beloved #your daily dose of idiocy #Isabela #I guess? I should tag with that? don’t expect more from me though #Anders #the radiant isabela #my writing #2/3 of my ot3

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reignfms · 1 year

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 , peach ! the northern kingdom awaits the arrival of rhaelle swann within the next 24 hours or risk reopening. the following fc(s) are now taken: isabela merced

⟨ isabela merced. cis woman. she/her. twenty. ⟩ we welcome rhaelle swann to winterfell , the lady of stonehelm. keep an eye out for their mercurial nature, they tend to cover it up by acting effervescent. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with houses targaryen and swann. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of threadbare fables, oft pored over, dotted with vivid, wayward paints : a masterpiece all their own, singularly gifted in your gentle touch, braiding silken ribbons into a sister’s sable curls and the radiant dawn breaking over open wings in the east, ever-graceful... the swan or she-dragon? — peach. she/her. 23. gmt.

#appless rp #mature rp #period rp #fantasy rp #got rp #game of thrones rp #asoiaf rp #royals rp #royal rp #accepted

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rowsandrows-of-roses · 4 months

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Her Grace, the Duchess of Thornwood Hall, Isabela Madrigal

Name: Isabela Madrigal Title: Duchess Magic Status: Gifted, chlorokinesis

Accoutrement: Embroidery kit Accomplishments: Devotion to religion, charm and flattery, dancing

Scandal: She was the Diamond of the Season last year and married well, but her new husband, the Duke, has been seen taking very late nights at some unsavory establishments…

Biography:

When the Madrigals fled from Avalor after the coup, Isabela knew that as the oldest, it would be up to her to make a good impression on the London High Society. In the months leading up to the Season, she practiced her English and British etiquette diligently, so by the time she was presented at court, she was confident and radiant.

The Season was a whirlwind, with suitors approaching her left and right. She danced with many, laughed with a few, and overall had a wonderful time. By the end of the season, there were two men who had made themselves front runners to her affection. Both were charming and kind and well-bred.

One was a Duke. The other a Viscount.

Isabela made the decision to marry the Duke, thinking that she was not only solidifying her family's status in high society, but also making a love match.

Unfortunately, she realized very quickly she had been duped. The Duke was not who she thought he was. Gone was the charming, attentive man of her season. He was replaced by someone cold, who wanted little to do with her. Especially after several months of marriage did not result in a child.

Now, Isabela returns to London in order to assist the rest of her family in the Season and hope that her husband doesn't make a fool of her and ruin her family's reputation before they've even had a chance to blossom...

#srrp #srrpprofile

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rottingsullengirl · 2 years

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| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — one-shot.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal x fem!reader

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — fluff, light (non-explicit/soft) sexual thoughts, established relationship, jealousy.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — 2786 words.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal please kiss me on the mouf. thank you for the support! i’m sorry this one is short!

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — in which encanto’s precious flower realizes she’s in love with you—her best friend.

Isabela isn’t sure she’s ever felt so close to another person.

She isn’t sure she’s ever felt so seen by another person.

Her dark brown eyes admire your side-profile, memorizing every single feature of yours as if she hasn’t done just that every moment with you since meeting just five years ago. Your expression is a focused one, a needle between your lips and brows furrowed with narrowed eyes beneath them. Quick and skillfull hands sewing yellow fabric flowers onto the cuffs of the lantern sleeves on the mannequin. Isabela wonders how someone can be so beautiful inside and out.

Sighing out softly, she sits up a bit on the stool. Minding her composure and manners, her hands fold down neatly on her lap. Soft doe-like eyes fall down to your attire of choice today. Ever since meeting you Isabela has always noticed the way you never seem to wear clothing that matches. Something funny for a seamstress and cloths maker but something that has always drawn Isabela further towards you.

A soft smile is spread across her full lips, fully peaceful and content while watching you create the bridesmaid dress. The beautiful woman always feels peaceful and content around you. It’s one of the many reasons you’re her favorite person. To the inky black-haired woman it feels impossible to not be relaxed and at ease with just your presence. Every day Isabela finds herself wondering how she got so lucky.

How she’s so lucky to have a best friend like you.

“Isa!” Your usually light voice exclaiming makes the deep olive-skinned woman jump in surprise. Once again she managed to zone out while admiring you and the connection between the two of you. Cursing at herself internally the brief question of why it happens so much around you is pushed aside as she sits up and blinks back. A light laugh that’s music to her ears leaves your lips. “You were zoning out again weren’t you?”

Pouting just a bit, she shrugs gently and sits straight and composed. “Well it’s not my fault you’re taking forever. I thought we were going to go to my house and hangout?” She questions with a bit of attitude, not knowing exactly why she feels so irritated that you’re so focused on something that isn’t her. Your lips spread into a soft and apologetic smile.

“I know I’m sorry but I’m done now!” You chirp in a bubbly manner while turning the mannequin. Isabela perks up immediately, her attitude dissolving and her pout replaced with a bright and radiant smile. Smiling at your work, her eyes flicker from you to the beautiful floor length dress. “What do you think? Will it meet Señora Valentina’s standards?” You question with a bit of nervousness in your face and tone.

She pushes off of the stool and walks over with her warm smile, Isabela sighs out softly and nods gently. “Y/n she’s going to love it. It’s a masterpiece.” She compliments with complete sincerity while looking at the beautiful dress. And she means every word she speaks. Truly the dress is stunning with the most perfect stitching and the most beautiful beadwork along the sweetheart neckline. A soft squeal leaves you and an excited clap.

Isabela’s eyes widen when your arms go around her neck and you tug her into a warm embrace. A hotness suddenly rushes up her neck and throughout her entire face, a hotness that could challenge the sun's temperature. Quickly, her arms wrap around your waist and she returns the warm embrace. It feels as if her heart is trying to break out of her ribcage with it’s rapid thumping.

You smell so sweet, like the cinnamon candies you’re always eating. “Thank you, Isa! That always means the world coming from you.” The praise makes Isabela feel special, her entire chest spreading with warmth that feels as if it’s melting her insides. Insides which feel strange—as if there is a fluttering inside of her and a knot inside of her stomach. Why does she feel…sick?

Ignoring that, Isabela also ignores the way she feels disappointed when you pull away from the embrace. Facing you, her soft doe eyes look into your beautiful glittering ones. Every feeling within her increases tenfold, lips parting and smile faltering a bit at the happy and joyous expression on your beautiful face. Why does she feel like this? Thick brows thread a bit.

Sure Isabela has more or less felt like this since becoming your friend but lately it’s been so much more intense. Feelings and reactions that came when only around you now seem to be so much more prominent whether she’s with you or not. All she has to do is think about you and there her feelings and body goes. Maybe it’s because she just loves you so much, you are her best friend after all.

Once more she’s tugged back into reality when your happy expression melts into one of worry and concern. Your groomed brows threading in worry and soft-looking lips pulling into a soft frown. “Isa, are you sure you’re okay? You—“ A soft gasp leaves your lips when your hand gently cups her cheek.

Isabela feels her knees weaken at your touch, her own eyes getting wide at her body’s reaction.

“Y—“ Pressing the back of your hand against her forehead, you frown deeper with wide eyes. “You’re burning up, Isabela!” You exclaim softly while gently cupping one of her cheeks once more. She can’t help but lean into your soft and warm touch while raising her own hand to press against her forehead. If her face was any hotter she might have burned herself.

“O-Oh I am…” She mutters a bit while looking into your pretty eyes.

Sighing out, you shake your head while pulling away from her and tugging off your apron. “Isa, I told you you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Perfection wears you down, I bet you have the flu.” You scold in a soft and caring manner while setting down your things on a nearby desk. Isabela furrows her thick brows, why does she feel like pudding right now. Maybe she really does have the flu.

Maybe that’s why she’s been feeling like this so intensely lately!

But why has it only been surrounding you?

Flickering her gaze up, she looks to your elbow held out and she blinks back rapidly. “I’ll take you home, you need to rest. Don’t even try to argue with me about it.” The firmness in your sugary voice is full of care and love. Isabela walks towards you and she nods with a soft smile, taking your elbow and walking beside you out of the room and boutique.

Stepping outside the weather is beautiful, the sky a clear blue without so much as a cloud in the sky. A glowing sun beams down on the both of you as you begin to make your way towards Casa De Madrigal at one of the highest points of Encanto. Isabela’s soft brown eyes look at you as your own eyes seem to admire and look around at the beautiful day.

Soft eyes trail down the sculpture of your nose, the dips and curves of your lips. Have they always looked so soft? Isa’s eyes widen a bit at her own thought, mentally shoving such a thing away. Yet she continues to let her gaze trail down the curve of your chin, the movement down your neck. Your hair is tied up today. Looking at the nape of your neck, Isabela breathes out softly.

How soft looking, you’re ticklish there if Isabela remembers. What if she gave just a soft kiss—what!

Quickly turning away from you, Isabela’s eyes are wide in disbelief as a single pink daisy sprouts from the top of her dark hair. Her chest rises and falls in attempts to steady her breathing she hadn’t even noticed grew irregular. Why is she thinking like this? What’s the matter with her? You’re her best friend, maybe this is normal!

Isabela does love you, how could she not? You’re the one to constantly remind her that her perfection isn’t all there is to her, remind her she can be who she wants around you whether that self be perfect or not. You feel so safe and comforting to her. You’re her best friend. Yes—her best friend. So why does the reminder of that leave a strange…longing feeling that bounces within her heart?

“Y/n!” A masculine voice calling out your name draws her gaze up. Up ahead Jason runs over, his large hand waving and a big smile spread across his fair-skinned face dusted with freckles. Her thick brows furrow a bit, eyes turning to notice the way you smile big and wave.

What’s this feeling now?

“Jason! Hi!” You exclaim in a bubbly and sugary manner like you often do to everyone. It’s one of the reasons you’re so loved in the village.

The six foot blonde stops in front of you, hands falling down to the sides of his bulky build. Pretty dull blue eyes look at you, the smile spread across his pink lips making Isabela’s eyes narrow just a bit. When his eyes flicker to Isabela, his smile noticeably falters a bit. “Oh hey, Isabela.” Before she can even offer a response that would have been filled with attitude, he looks back to you. “Y/n what are you up to?” He questions with his bright and big smile back.

Isabela looks at you and you gently pat Isa’s hand. “Actually I’m going to take Isa home right now, she might have the flu.” Her lips that were formed into a frown now spread up into a sweet smile, eyes softening when they meet yours as they glance to her before looking at Jason. Wearing an apologetic expression, you rub the nape of your neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow for your fitting?” You ask with a sugary voice.

The woman beside you looks at you with wide eyes, her lips parting in surprise upon first hearing about this. Jason smiles at you like some goofy dork, a smile that makes a bitter taste wash through Isabela’s mouth. “Yeah! Sure thing! Bye!” That bitterness spreads throughout her entire body when Jason pats your shoulder before giving her a glance and walking away. With narrowed eyes and a soft scowl on her beautiful expression, Isabela starts walking with you again.

“I didn’t know Jason was going to be fitted by you.” Isabela says in a voice much tighter than she’d like. At least she’s managed to form her expression into a neutral and careless one, eyes looking straight ahead. “Doesn’t your papa do the male fittings?” She questions with a gentle raise of her thick brow.

Nodding lightly, she can feel your eyes fall to her. Turning to you, she can’t help but let her tense shoulders relax at the soft smile on your lips. “Yeah but he’s going to be busy delivering the dresses to Señora Valentina so I volunteered to do Jason’s fitting.” Gently bumping your hip against hers you shoot a playful wink that makes her insides knot up more. “I mean he is pretty cute right? I don’t really mind.”

Taking even herself by surprise, Isabela scoffs with a gentle roll of her eyes. “Yeah if you like complete idiots.” She comments with too much bitterness and venom for it to be taken as a joke. But you’ve always been a benefit of the doubt girl so you simply laugh awkwardly and gently smack her hand.

“Isa! Be nice, he’s actually really sweet.” You try to defend him with a light tone and lighter attitude.

Why are you complimenting him? Isabela turns away from you with a silent shrug, holding onto your elbow tighter instinctively. She can’t help the way the bitterness within her begins to grow horrifyingly familiar. A bitter feeling washing across her tongue and down her throat throughout the rest of her body. It’s a feeling she got whenever someone else was praised for something and not her.

Jealousy.

And now that Isabela thinks about it this isn’t the first time she’s felt this way with you. Every time you were overly sweet to someone, every time someone hugged you that was clearly into you, every time she didn’t have your attention. Those moments of irritation and annoyance and bitterness Isabela felt was…jealousy. Ridiculous and irrational jealousy. A soft frown spreads across her lips and guilt melts into her heart while turning to you.

You’re her best friend.

But this isn’t how her world is around her other friends.

You’re special.

Upon reaching the home, Isabela takes your order to go to her room and wait for you to bring her some medicine and nutrients. She can’t help but slowly begin to melt in realization as everything dawns on her. Laying down on her bed, her eyes gaze up at the ceiling of beautiful flowers of all varieties and colors. Clutching tightly onto her pillow, she breathes heavily with threaded brows and a soft frown.

Ever since meeting you Isabela has known you were special. Not only were you the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen but you managed to be so without being perfect. The smiles you give her are so genuine, the looks so soft and heart melting—and when you touch her it feels as if you’re not touching her just to touch something beautiful…but you’re touching her to feel her.

Being around you Isabela feels safe, content, so utterly happy.

It’s not normal to feel like this for people meant to be your best friends.

It’s never been normal for Isabela to be so irrationally upset over you being with other people. It’s never been normal for Isabela to think about what it would be like to kiss you. To feel your soft hands weaving through her hair and lightly tugging. It’s never been normal to wonder what you taste like and to wonder if you melt under her touch as she does yours. To wonder if you feel so…intensely over her as she does you. To smell her own clothing after you’ve embraced her, clinging onto your scent and feel.

None of it is normal.

Isabela loves you. You’re her best friend.

“Okay!” She sits up quickly with a soft gasp and looks to her door to see you walking in with a wooden tray. Her eyes squint just a bit to notice a bowl with something steaming comes from it, a glass of juice, bread, and two bottles of Julieta’s non-magical remedies for sicknesses. A warmth spreads through her body once more, body relaxing and the realization completely settling in when her eyes meet your bright ones matching the smile you wear on your soft-looking lips. “You are not lifting a single finger today! Let’s get you all better, Isa. I even snuck some of your favorite candy from the pantry.”

You’re her best friend. Isabela loves you.

But she wants more than that, she feels more than that.

Isabela is in love with you. Her best friend.

She scoots over with a big smile, looking at you with pure adoration and love as you set down the tray. “Oh!” You seem to remember something with a soft smile, eyes flicker from her to the tray. “Your abuela says someone wants to talk to you alone when you feel better. Mariano I think? Apparently he has something important to talk about.” Shrugging softly, you sit down beside her.

The woman's thick brows furrow a bit, curiosity bubbling within her. “Huh, I wonder what it could be. I’ve barely spoken to him.” She mumbles softly while worrying just a bit about what it could be.

Her eyes widen gently when you reach over and gently cup her round cheek. Soft deep brown eyes look into your beautiful eyes that narrow slightly, a soft smile spreads across your lips while pointing to the tray with your lips. “No worrying, it’ll make you feel worse.” You say with a soft nod before (much to Isabela’s disappointment) you pull away your hand with a gentle smile and shrug. “Plus I’ll bet it’s nothing. Just focus on getting better, okay?”

You’re probably right. It could be nothing. And plus—Isabela doesn’t want to focus on anything but you right now.

Are you in love with her?

Whatever! She can worry about that tomorrow after whatever Mariano wants to talk to her about.

For now she’s going to melt into the fact that—for the first time in her life—she feels irrefutably and hopelessly in love with her best friend. For the first time in her life she feels completely safe and content. She never wants this moment to end, and as long as you’re in her life she’s certain it never will.

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Por amor al arte (Julieta x Fem!Reader) part 15

a/n: not gonna lie...this one’s chaotic.

part1 < > next

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"Julieta, get away from the stove!"

The older woman jumped up and turned to see you running into the kitchen, a giggling Eliza in your arms, and half the family behind you. She barely had time to do what you said and managed to move in time before you practically lunged at her, pushing her a bit but quickly wrapping an arm around her waist.

"W-what's going on?" she asked, flushed at your closeness.

"I win!" you said proudly, causing the younger ones to groan

"That's not fair!" Mirabel crossed her arms "That's why we don't use mom as a goal!"

"Yes! Y/N will always have an advantage if tía Julieta is the goal” Camilo rolled his eyes “She will move wherever you tell her to give you an advantage”

"Oye! I just told her to get off the stove so we don't get burned!" you defended yourself “besides, I was already winning anyway”

"Yes, because you cheated and ran ahead of time" Isabela said with a frown.

“Nah-ah! Pepa said three and I ran, it's not my fault that you didn't react quickly” you said

"Mom!" Mirabel looked at her mother

Julieta just blinked in confusion. You and Karim had been coming more and more often to Casita and she couldn't be more grateful for your presence. Your brother was an angel and all the children adored him, which gave her and Pepa some time to rest from their maternal duties, although it was no use if her sister stole your daughter as soon as you set foot in the house (Félix had joked about giving Pepa another baby…he had gotten zapped).

And of course, she loved the fact that she could see you almost every day. Not that she was going to admit it out loud, but at this point, she could hardly keep denying herself that her feelings for you had changed. You just made her feel safe, loved, and a little younger. Even her mother had commented on how radiant she looked lately and the brunette knew it was because she got to spend time with you. You had changed her life.

"Mom!" Mirabel said again, snapping her out of her thoughts "Tell Y/N that she can't cheat!"

"Julieta!" you said, mocking Mirabel "Tell your daughter that I did NOT cheat and that she must learn to lose"

“I…I don't even know what's going on” she replied

"Your little rascals challenged me to a race through all the house three times and then to the kitchen, I won and now they don't want to accept it and want to accuse me of false cheating!" you explained

"It's because you cheated!" Camilo said

"I ran with a baby in my arms, so I had to be more careful and you still have the nerve to say I cheated?!" you asked, pretending to be outraged "It's not my fault you guys are slow."

"She's right" Karim finally intervened "As a judge, I saw that everything was legal here"

"You don't count because you're her brother" Isabela rolled her eyes

"It was you who appointed me as judge, princess" your brother reminded her, making the girl blush

"Pepa, you counted, tell me if I cheated" you said to the redhead who was looking at everyone amused

"Well no-"

"Mami" Antonio begged, interrupting his mother

"Oye! Making the puppy face isn’t fair!" you said

"Eso Antonio!" Camilo cheered

"Yes!" Mirabel and Isabela high five

"Now that I think about it" Pepa said, too weak to fight her little angel "I think maybe you did chea-"

"If you tell the truth, you can dress Eliza as a duckie" you interrupted her

"DEAL!" the woman said, approaching you "No, there was definitely no cheating here"

“Noooooo! You can’t use Eliza!" Mirabel groaned "No one beats Eliza"

You laughed as you passed your daughter to Pepa, who immediately made a rainbow appear over her head, causing the baby to clap excitedly. Camilo, Isabela, and Mirabel grunted while Antonio shrugged and said that he had tried. Luisa and Dolores simply rolled their eyes at their siblings' drama. Julieta looked at them all before something clicked on her head.

"Okay, now what did you bet?" she asked you

Betting had become commonplace in that house ever since you and your brother started spending more time there. It was innocent and fun, nothing really serious, but the kids loved it because they could rarely beat you or Karim and it made them work together to win. It was adorable if she was honest.

Sometimes the adults would also participate. Pepa usually acted as a judge while Bruno and Felix teamed up with each other or with Karim, depending on the bet. Even Alma had participated a few times, but since she always won easily, she had decided to just be a bystander (though sometimes the kids would try to recruit her when they were on an especially long losing streak). Only Julieta had been left out, but not by her own will.

The children had decided that it was unfair to let her participate because as a judge, she was partial (according to them) and she would always let you win, while as a contestant, she would join you, and then it was 1000% sure that you would win. So they simply used her as a mediator or, in this case, the goal. She didn't care, she was perfectly happy seeing her family bonding like this.

"All their desserts belong to me today" you said with a triumphant smile

"Noooooo" Camilo lamented

"Oh, so you're lucky" Julieta told you, matching your smile "I made alfajores"

"WHAT?!" The children shouted in unison

"YES!" You jumped and hugged her tightly "Agradecida with the one above"

"That's not fair!" Mirabel pouted.

“Nooooo, my food!! Mom, I'm going to starve and it will be Y/N's fault!" Camilo said, looking at Pepa pleadingly.

"Then you should have thought better before you bet your dessert" the redhead replied without looking at him, too busy making funny faces at Eliza to make her laugh.

"Alright, enough of all the drama" Alma said, walking into the kitchen "All of you, wash up for dinner"

The Madrigal grandchildren complained a bit but filed out anyway. Perhaps she was no longer the same strict woman as before, but Alma Madrigal continued to command undeniable respect. The old lady smiled a little as she walked past her middle daughter and pinched your baby's cheek.

"It's always a pleasure having you here for dinner, Y/N" she told you smiling, you could hear the mockery in her voice

"It's always a pleasure to steal your food- I mean! It is a pleasure to share food with your family” you joked back.

The older woman laughed and headed for the dining room, followed by Karim, who offered to help set the table, and Pepa, who was already making a mental list of all the costumes she wanted to try on Eliza. Only you and Julieta were left in the kitchen.

"You cheated, didn't you?" she asked you knowingly smiling

"Excuse me? You offend me, ma’am” you replied, putting a hand on your chest “I thought you knew me well, Juli…of course I cheated, there was dessert involved!”

You two laughed and the older woman couldn't help but wrap her arms around your waist, pulling you a little closer. This was another thing that had become habitual between you. Hugs were the daily bread for you and although deep inside she was burning with the desire to kiss your lips, she could live with this. You just looked at her, getting lost in her beautiful chocolate eyes and gently brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"You do know that I heard the bet, right?" she told you

"What?"

"I heard when Camilo challenged you, it's not that he was very silent" she explained

“You knew and yet you pretended not to?” you asked

"I knew and that's why I made alfajores" she corrected you "I had faith that you would win" she winked at you

"Julieta Madrigal, you are an evil woman" you laughed "and I love you for that"

The breath caught in Julieta's throat at your words and her cheeks burned as you cupped her face and pressed a firm kiss to her cheek. Unlike the kisses you usually gave her, this one was too close to her lips, right at the corner of her mouth. The older woman couldn't tell if you were aware of what you had done, the fire you had lit in her, but the feeling was both too much and not enough.

When you pulled away, looking at her so innocently, her insides churned and her heart dropped for a moment. She had to force herself to let go of your hips and pull away from you because she didn't think she was strong enough not to kiss you right there.

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"And now that?" Camilo asked, sitting down on the soft grass.

After Luisa and Mirabel spent time with you, they began to see you with different eyes and after all those afternoons in which you played with them and saw firsthand how happy their mother looked when you were around, they knew that Isabela was right. You were the best and probably the only option for her. And they knew that even if it hurt, Agustín would have wanted everyone to move on and for Julieta to be happy.

It was easier to plan something when they had 6 brains together (well, Antonio didn't really understand much, but he was happy to be included anyway). All the Madrigal grandchildren had decided to use Isabela's room as a “base of operations” as Camilo and Mirabel liked to call it. Mainly because it was big enough so that they could talk without being heard from the outside and because unlike Antonio's, there were no animals or loud noises here to hinder Dolores' hearing, who was always on the lookout for someone coming.

"Well, we already tried the dinner" Luisa said

"And it wasn't very effective" Isabela added

"Although I think the problem is Y/N" Dolores intervened "tía Julieta was definitely blushing and her breathing quickened every time Y/N touched her hand when asking for the salt"

"You should have let me wrap them with my vines." Isabela rolled her eyes.

"We have to make them fall in love, not beg for their lives" Mirabel scolded her

“Pablo gave Rosita a letter” Antonio said, making the older ones look at him “Now they're holding hands” the boy shrugged.

"Toñito, that's-"

"Perfect!" Camilo jumped "I have an idea"

“Camilo” Dolores warned him

"No, no, no. It's good, you'll see!" he promised and ran out of the room

"He's going to screw up" Mirabel said, Dolores and Isabela nodded solemnly.

"...If mom gets mad, I was never with you guys tonight" Luisa commented

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"Tía!"

Julieta jumped a little when her oldest nephew entered the kitchen. She had been lost in her thoughts, daydreaming about you and missing you even though you had been gone for barely an hour.

"There are no leftovers for you, Milo" she told him from the sink "your mom said you weren't allowed to eat after 10"

"Okay, that's not what I'm here for anyway."

The woman frowned and turned fully to him. Camilo Madrigal wasn't in the kitchen after dinner to ask for leftovers? Not even to beg for the few alfajores that were left? (at the end, you had given two to each child). For a moment, Julieta worried that the boy was sick.

"Are you feeling alright, camaleoncito?" she asked

"Yes, tía" he laughed, "but maybe you can do your favorite nephew a favor and win me a bet."

"I thought the betting was over for today" she raised her eyebrow

“With Y/N yes, but not those that are OVER Y/N”

"What?"

“There is no time for explanations, tía. This is the plan” he said, approaching her conspiratorially. Maybe it was stupid to get so close to danger, but he needed to take her by surprise in case he needed a quick exit “I need you to stay locked in your room tomorrow while I go to town shapeshifted into you and tell Y/N that you love her, then I bring her here and Toñito distracts her, then you can leave your room and voila! New aunt for Camilo, Camilo wins the bet. I was going to use the letter idea, but this seems easier and faster. Excellent plan? Excellent plan!”

Julieta froze in her place for a moment before grabbing her nephew's arm to keep him from slipping away. She looked into his eyes and didn't know what scared her more: to see that despite his mocking tone, there was no lie in them or that deep, deep down she felt relief at the idea that her family knew and she didn’t have to hide it more. But the rational part of her brain quickly took control again and she frowned. A clear message sounded in her mind: deny everything!

"Why would you do that?" she asked softly

"Because you like her?"

"That's not true" she sighed and released the boy "Besides, she's too young for me, leoncito"

"AND?"

“She could be my daughter”

"But she's not" he smiled mischievously "termínala de criar, tía (finish raising her)"

There was a deathly silence as Julieta felt her face burn with embarrassment. And when she looked at her nephew, the boy saw his life flash before his eyes.

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"Mom!!!"

Pepa turned quickly, looking confused as her eldest son ran towards her like a soul running from the devil. What had he done now?

"Mamita, help!" the boy said, hiding behind the woman

"What's wrong, Milo?"

The teenager was about to speak when Julieta's angry voice echoed from the kitchen.

“CAMILO MADRIGAL, COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

“What did you do?!” Pepa looked at her son with fear.

"I made a mistake"

The woman took a breath and tried to keep the gray clouds above them from getting bigger. This was bad. Julieta hardly ever got mad, but when she did, it was best not to get in her way. Whatever her son had done, he must have crossed a line. Now, she would defend her children tooth and nail against anything! But if she and Bruno had learned anything since they were little, it was that no one could beat a furious Julieta Madrigal. Besides, Camilo probably deserved the punishment.

"Don't worry, mijo" she smiled at him, grabbing him by the shoulders "I got this"

Camilo sighed in relief…until his mother's grip tightened, practically digging her fingernails into his skin. Pepa felt bad for doing this to her son, but here it was survival of the fittest.

“I GOT HIM, JULI!!” she yelled and the boy opened his eyes wide

"BETRAYAL!!"

"Better you than me, mijo, better you than me"

Camilo swallowed hard when he saw his pissed-off aunt striding up to him. Shit.

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Mirabel quickly closed the door behind her, looking at her cousins and sisters with wide eyes.

“Camilo is forbidden to make plans from now on” she said.

Dolores nodded solemnly, hugging Antonio while Luisa and Isabela looked at each other with concern. Well, there goes one of their cousins. Rest in peace, Camilo Madrigal.

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Oh, how capricious is life and how powerful is envy that blackens hearts. While you and your daughter slept peacefully, several houses away, Daniel's family thought it was time to pay you a visit.

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