Agustín Madrigal

Indie Encanto RP blog. Mun 21+

[agustinmeanswell]

Go ask Agustin things. Anything is fair game, let’s see what happens

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Break my muse in 15 words or less.

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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closed starter || ribbing

 for @agustinmeanswell !

Pepa is, in some ways, a wholly different person than she was when she met Agustín. But there are some aspects of her personality that have never changed. Like the innate desire to tease a brother, whether he be her blood or not.

“Agustín,” she says, a smug look on her face so similar to Camilo’s that it’s jarring, “you should watch your head.” She would almost sound serious, if not for the wavering, childish lilt in her voice.

[agustinmeanswell]

Beyond a few initial teasing issues (read: debates over his worthiness for her sister) Agustín has always, in his opinion, gotten on rather well with Pepa. She’s become like the sister he never had, and it’s probably a good thing he never did have one because his mother would have likely gone daft with more than just him.

Time might have changed a lot of things, but alas, not quite his naivety, and he doesn’t even consider that turning his head while swinging open the cabinet door might not be a good idea until the door knob collides with his forehead. He groans.

“Pepaaaaa,” he whines playfully, rubbing his forehead, fixing her with a pout.

[clarociel]

agustinmeanswell​:

“Teenagers,” Agustín snorted, shaking his head. To be fair, when he’d been that age he likely would have done similar if he’d had the ability, so he can’t actually blame Camilo, but still. In la casa Madrigal, they all shared the load when it came to the housework, “Well Luisa is still down in the village, unless Camilo has also developed the ability to lift the church.”

“So we just need to figure out where he went, then.” And whether he was stil leven Louisa, or one of the other Madrigals. Actually…

“How do I know you are not Camilo?”

[agustinmeanswell]

“Because I haven’t eaten half the contents of the kitchen while we’ve been talking?” the tall man suggested. It was a reasonable question after all, and one that was probably stated far more times than anyone would think, but when you had a family member as mischievous as Camilo? You got used to it, “Also I stubbed my toe four times just coming down the stairs.”

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AFTER THE STORM

Starters for when something happened and you have to take care of them. Trigger warnings apply for Injury, Blood (mention), Death, and general Angst. 

THE SOFT

‘I’ve got you. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe now.’ 

‘Just lie still. You’re in no condition to be up and about just yet.’

‘Don’t be silly! It’s no problem at all. Someone has to take care of you.’

‘Drink this; it’ll make you feel a little better.’

‘You had me worried for a moment there.’

‘I told you I’ve got your back, didn’t I? I meant it, you know.’ 

‘Hey…hey, it’s okay. I’ll not let anything happen to you.’

‘You just need a little time to recover. Until then, I’ll handle everything.’

‘Rest up, and I’ll be right here when you wake up again later.’

‘I’m sorry if that hurt you. I have to clean the wound.’

‘Listen to me, will you? This. Was not. Your fault.’

‘You didn’t deserve for any of this to happen to you.’

‘I will never let you suffer like this again, I promise.’

‘It’s okay…it’s okay…I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.’

‘You are so, so important to me, and the thought of losing you…’

‘Does it hurt terribly? I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to soothe it?’

‘Do you feel like trying to eat anything yet? I can make some soup if you’d like?’

‘Just keep your feet up and let me do all of the work for once.’

‘Do…do you want to be alone for a while?’

‘Would it be alright if I hugged you? Would that make you feel safer?’

‘We will get through this. We will get through it together.’

THE SHATTERING

‘Oh…! Hey! Hey, come on…keep your eyes open for me, come on…’

‘Please don’t do this to me! Please, please stay with me…’

‘My God…what on earth have they done to you?’

‘No…! No, no, no!! This can’t…this can’t be happening…!’

‘We’ll be home soon, we’ll be safe and — hey, hey!! No, come on, don’t do this…’

‘Man, that was a fight, huh? I can’t wait to tell everyone how we – NAME? Oh no! No, please! NAME!!! C’mon, you can’t give up like that, you can’t…’

‘What’s the matter? Why are you so pale? Where…where’s NAME?’

‘NAME, what…what did you do?’

‘Breathe! Come on, please…please, just breathe!’ 

‘This isn’t how it’s meant to end. It’s meant to be you and me, we’re meant to win!’

‘What do you mean? You– you can’t blame yourself for this!’

‘Oh God, oh – that’s a lot of blood. Jesus, that’s a lot of blood.’

‘Where does it hurt? Where – oh no. That…that looks bad.’

‘I thought you said it was only a scratch?!’

‘We have to go! We can’t go back for them, we have to get out of here!’

‘I will not let you fall too! You can’t help them now, we have to run!’

‘I…I’m so sorry that I failed you. I failed to keep you safe.’

‘They…they turned me into a monster.’

‘I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…I…I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!’

[clarociel]

agustinmeanswell​:

“Camilo? Not since breakfast, no,” Agustín mused, casting his mind back over the morning. Breakfast, then he’d gone for a walk through the town…then he’d come back to lunch, said hello to Luisa, walked back into town and….seen Luisa again, “Actually, now that you mention it…I seem to remember seeing Luisa twice.”

“Hmm.. .so he turned into Luisa to avoid his chores.” Now the bigger problem was finding ‘her’, and then getting ‘her’ to admit that it was actually Camilo. “ Agustín, help me find him. He’s been avoiding his responsibilities by turning into someone else all week, it’s driving me loco.”

[agustinmeanswell]

“Teenagers,” Agustín snorted, shaking his head. To be fair, when he’d been that age he likely would have done similar if he’d had the ability, so he can’t actually blame Camilo, but still. In la casa Madrigal, they all shared the load when it came to the housework, “Well Luisa is still down in the village, unless Camilo has also developed the ability to lift the church.”

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agustinmeanswell​ / Papí

Sometimes Agustín wondered where the time had went. How had his children grown up so fast? It seemed like only yesterday that Luisa had been a tiny little tyke that he would bounce on his knee and pull funny faces with. Now she was a grown woman near enough, so incredibly capable and always taking on so much to ease the lives of those around her. Too much, he sometimes felt. It had been his concern from the start, even with Isabela and Dolores, that insisting that the children help the town every day was too much, but especially with Luisa. She had always been so eager to please.

Hearing her words now breaks his heart, and he wishes he had put his foot down all those years ago, insisted that she wouldn’t be taking on so much, that she was only a child for crying out loud. But he couldn’t change the past. Instead he reached out, taking one of her hands in his, the other going to cup her cheek lightly.

“Oh, mi vida, you could never be worthless, do you understand me? And how much you do or don’t do would ever make you that. You have so, so much worth. I am so proud of you Luisa, of the young woman you have grown up to be, of how sweet and gentle and kind you are, and even if you didn’t lift a finger, you would still be so loving and gentle. And admitting you need to take on less? Oh, mija, that doesn’t make you weak, that makes you stronger than you could ever believe.”

 The gentle ‘Mi vida’  from her father was all it took for tears to fall down her cheeks.  Her lips quivered as she looked back up at her father, listening to the words he spoke. “ Papí… ”  The nineteen year old took a step forward before wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She let out a huff.  “ What will people think? If I stopped helping… If I can’t HELP the people, what use do I have? ”  She continued to admit her insecurities to her father, but as she spoke more about her thoughts, the less panicked she felt. 

Despite her father’s protests, Luisa still felt as if she was weak and worthless if she could not be of service. But how much could she put the PRESSURE over her own joy.   “ I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know where to begin to take on less. ”  The past few years she’s been picking up as much weight as they can, doing as many chores, starting as soon as she can. She never even gave herself the time to take a naps. In fact, the last time she took a nap was before her gift ceremony. She knew she couldn’t keep going at full force. But the girl didn’t even know where to begin with pulling back.  “ There is so much expected of me…”

[agustinmeanswell]

It had been quite some time since he’d seen Luisa cry, and the sight broke his heart. Oh how he wished he could just snap his fingers and make everything better, take away all the pressure, make everything better for her so she wouldn’t feel like this. He was papa, he was meant to be able to fix things for her. As it was he wrapped his arms tightly around her in return. No nineteen year old should feel like they’re useless just for not taking on the weight of the world.

“Stuff what they think,” he said softly, raising his hand to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “Luisa Madrigal, your use and your worth will never depend on you burning yourself out for others. You have been taking on everything since you were five years old, mija, you do not owe anyone anything.” Giving her a squeeze, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “How about this? The donkeys? Not your problem, and if he kept a closer eye on them and fixed his fence, they wouldn’t get out so much. And no more rerouting rivers. There’s no need.”

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“Agustin. I’m afraid Julieta isn’t here.” Pepa gave her brother-in-law a friendly smile, placing several dusty pots in the sink before preparing the soap and water, “She went to the market to buy some ingredients and won’t be back until half an hour. Are you thirsty? Would you like a glass of water?”

[agustinmeanswell]

“Yes, I caught her on the way out,” Agustín smiled, scratching the back of his neck. More accurately speaking, he had been making his way back up the path and she’d shoved an arepa in his mouth without even stopping, and the bee stings had since alleviated. She knew him too well, “Water would be wonderful, thanks Pepa. How are things today?”

[canhearthiswholechorus]

‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’ (Tio Agustin to the rescue!)

"It's okay, tio. It's alright," Dolores protests, though the expression on her face betrays her discomfort. The fireworks were loud, but it was in celebration of Antonio's gift! She wouldn't take the attention from him tonight.

[agustinmeanswell]

Agustín doesn’t need any sort of special gift to notice how uncomfortable Dolores is. In truth, he doesn’t quite understand why there’s always so much insistence on fireworks around a house where one of the members can hear someone’s eye twitching across the house. Digging his hands into his pockets, he retrieved a few scraps of thick fabric from where he’d been experimenting earlier on. It wasn’t much, but he bundled them up, gently offering them to cover her ears with.

[miraclestitch-a]

👓 / PAPÍ:

“It took me a little while and quite a bit of practicing,” he smiled, giving her a gentle squeeze when she copied the little tune. It was still a little discordant, still a little lacking in rhythm but for her first try, it was very good if he did say so himself. His precious girl picked up on things so quickly.

“If you’d like, mi vida, we could practice together.”

🌸 – Mirabel had always loved spending time with her dad. She’s been called a daddy’s girl by her family. And you can’t blame her. She gets a lot of her goofy and silly traits from her father, a lot of her passions are from him. So of course when he offers to teach her, she looks back up at him with stars in her eyes.

🌸 – “Really!?” she squeaks. “I’m gonna be the best piano player! With the very best teacher!”

[agustinmeanswell]

Isabela and Luisa were both that little bit older now, beginning to assert their independence and not quite so clingy to their old papa anymore, or at least not as frequently. Mirabel, however, to Agustín’s delight, was still more than happy to spend time snuggled up together, and he cherished every moment.

And when she looks up at him like that? Oh, he’d take on the world for her.

“I know you will,” he smiles, and he can’t resist the urge to give her a bigger hug now, a soft laugh echoing from his lips, “But I gotta get paid in cuddles!”

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@agustinmeanswell​ said:  ❛  you deserve to be happy.  ❜ (for Isabela)

          “  Papá…you don’t have to worry about me anymore. I am happy—& this time, I want to be true to myself…to everyone.  ” She was more than grateful that her father was beginning to realize the roots that ran deep within her, the perfect facade she created for herself for so long. She had never felt this relieved before, so free & liberated from everyone & everything. Hands holding his, she gave him a wide smile, nodding at him before pulling him into a hug.

“  Gracias…this means…so much to me.  ”

[agustinmeanswell]

“I’m your papa, I’m always going to worry,” Agustín said softly with a gentle look, giving her hands a squeeze. How had he not realised that she’d been unhappy? The thought that she’d felt that way, that she’d hidden it and not felt able to come to him broke his heart, and he would do whatever he could to make sure she never felt like that again. His arms wrapped around her tightly, and he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“I am so, so sorry, mi princesa....I’m so sorry I didn’t see...”

[speakingtoanimals-m]

@agustinmeanswell​ has liked here for a starter.

❝What’s wrong, tío? Did my friends bother you again?❞ Antonio asked his uncle with a genuinely kind and concerned tone, looking up to his uncle.

[agustinmeanswell]

Agustín liked animals, he really did. And mostly, they seemed to like him well enough (save for the bees). However, combined with his own accident prone nature, it did sometimes prove a little disastrous. Still, the concern in his youngest sobrino’s voice made him smile, and he gave Antonio a gentle pat on the shoulder, “No, no, mijo, it’s just your tío being clumsy again.”

[clarociel]

@agustinmeanswell​ liked for a starter!

“Agustín, have you seen Camilo? He’s been avoiding his chores again, pretending to be other people.”

[agustinmeanswell]

“Camilo? Not since breakfast, no,” Agustín mused, casting his mind back over the morning. Breakfast, then he’d gone for a walk through the town...then he’d come back to lunch, said hello to Luisa, walked back into town and....seen Luisa again, “Actually, now that you mention it...I seem to remember seeing Luisa twice.”

[leneemusing]

injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

[soulprompts]

"𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥" 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

i'm a sucker for that scene where one person is injured and alone and ends up knocking on another person's door in their hour of need, and i'm an even bigger sucker for the tending to the injuries and the quiet emotional content that follows, and i'm here to make it everyone else's problem! as always, to reverse the actions, just add "+ REVERSE" to the end!

from the injured.

" i didn't know where else to go... "

" whatever you've been told about me, whatever you've heard or seen or listened to... none of it's true. "

" at least i have you to look after me, eh? "

" would you believe me if i said i got all these injuries by slipping in the rain? "

" i'm sorry... i know this isn't what you signed up for. "

" you're the only one i can trust. "

" do you believe what they're saying about me? "

" aren't you going to say i told you so? "

" i am grateful, you know. for everything you've ever done for me... i notice. and i see you. and i've never thanked you properly before, so... thank you. "

" i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight, but... i'm afraid i have nowhere else to turn to. "

" thank you for not asking questions. "

" i know you have no reason to believe me, much less to trust me, but... i promise you. i swear to you, i am being set up. "

" you know, you'd make a nice profit if you turned this place into a safehouse. "

" why are you helping me? "

" why the hell did you open your door for me if you're so angry at me?! "

to the injured.

" quickly, get in before anyone sees you... "

" you came to the right place. hurry, get in... "

" what the hell happened to you!? "

" are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? "

" i assume that the rumors surrounding you are all false and unrelated to why you're bleeding out on my sofa? "

" do you honestly expect me to just forget about the past so i can bandage you up? "

" you don't need to thank me. you'd fix me up if i came to your door with this much trouble, too. "

" regardless of everything you've said and done in the past, there isn't a single part of me that wouldn't open the door when you're knocking on it. "

" we can talk in the morning. for now, you need to rest. "

" i found you unconscious on my doorstep. "

" oh, i get it. i can stitch you up and let you get blood all over my bed sheets until the cows come home, but heaven forbid i start to ask questions about why you're bleeding in the first place. "

" things must be really bad if you're trying to say i was your best chance at being helped. "

" don't be stupid. you're not going anywhere. come on, back into bed... "

" i called in sick. we have the whole day to figure out what your next moves are going to be. "

" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry... "

" you're not allowed to die in my bedroom. the rumours would never stop... "

" perhaps we ought to let bygones be bygones. until i'm confident that you're not going to die on my sofa, that is. "

" it's a bit late to worry about dragging me into your mess, don't you think? "

" you know why i opened that door... "

ACTIONS.

[ BANDAGE ]: sender gently begins to bandage receiver's wounds.

[ BED ]: sender guides receiver into bed, tucking them in and taking a seat by their bedside.

[ FEVER ]: having noticed the receiver beginning to spike a fever, sender presses a cool cloth to their forehead to try and bring it down.

[ CLOTHES ]: after tending to the receiver's wounds, sender brings them fresh clean clothes to change into.

[ FOOD ]: after ensuring the receiver is safe and stable, sender brings them out a plate of food.

[ BATH ]: sender runs the recently-cared-for receiver a hot bath.

[ WAIT ]: aftering tending to the receiver's injuries, sender takes a seat across for them, and patiently waits for them to start explaining what happened.

[ CATCH ]: noticing the receiver beginning to collapse on their doorstep, sender hastily catches them and brings them inside.

[ KISS ]: sender, after being cared for by the receiver, breaks the tension that's been building since they walked through the door, and pulls them in for a kiss.

[ HOLD ]: having been bandaged and cared for by the receiver, sender unexpectedly reaches out to take their hand and hold it in a quiet, sincere gesture of gratitude.

[leneemusing]

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  honestly i forget they’re there most of the time.  ❞