Carulia Week April 18-24, 2021

Prompt List

[fluffytheocelot]

OOOOO BOY finally done! I’ve enjoyed doing Carulia Week so much and look forward to hopefully getting drawings done on time next year lol. Day 7 was a free day so I drew a Carulia kiss and had fun making a pretty background and giving them a rainbow overlay.

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[fluffytheocelot]

No it’s not 3 days late what are you talking about lol. These two would absolutely have one of those “double proposal” moments and you cannot convince me otherwise. Like Carmen would get down on one knee, give her whole speech, Julia says yes (duh) and then JULIA drops down on one knee and gives her speech. And they’re both laughing about it afterwards. Also arms are hard to draw. Carulia Week Day 6: Proposal.

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[keyschumacher]

Chance Meeting + Surprise :3!!!!!! @caruliaweek

[mengyan]

*banging pots and pans* i present to you... THE JULETHIEF HIGH SCHOOL BAND AU, heartstomper (stomping on hearts)! we’ve got:

the one bitter ex and the other one who acts friendly and pretends everything is just fine!

heated debates in classrooms that make the teachers sick!

mutual pining! slow burn! friends to lovers to exes to rivals to friends to lovers!

“your music is too loud and the lyrics are too in-cohesive.” / “if our music’s so bad, why did i see you at our concert yesterday?”

their friends who just want them to kiss and make up already!

gays, enbies, gay enbies—

“jules! how did you end up here? [detention]” / “not a word, sandiego.”

carmen: *literally describing jules to a T in her song*

julia: who the fuck is she singing about?

so much “ooh you want to kiss me sooo bad” energy i can’t stress this enough

and a lot more!

let me know if you’re interested in me writing a full multichapter fic for this au! i’ll probably do it anyway, but it doesn’t hurt to ask! :D

(textless image under the cut!)

[doomingthenarrative]

@caruliaweek day seven!!! The unofficial sequel to Butterflies, but this time it’s Amnesia!Carmen. Enjoy!

[prentiits]

you're gone (and i'm all alone)

read on ao3

literal kind of trash but last day of @caruliaweek

tw: death mention

Julia stood at the rain-streaked window crading a mug of tea that had cooled long ago, staring vacantly out. Everything was dull, everything was drab. The world seemed to have been drained all of its color in a single week, along with her inclination to wear them. The same single week during which Julia’s life had turned upside down and collapsed in on itself.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears, but she wouldn’t cry no matter how bad it hurt, her tear ducts seemed frozen. She hadn’t cried a single tear since she had gotten the call. Julia now understood why the saddest parts in movies involved no dramatic sobbing. Some pain was too deep to express. It could only be felt, it could only be endured.

Julia heard the quiet creak as someone opened the door. She turned slightly. The female redhead–Ivy–came up next to her quietly. “We’re almos’ ready, Jules–er, Julia.” Julia noticed Ivy’s stutter and felt a pang in her heart. Carmen called— had called her that.

It seemed as long ago as a past life.

“Jus’ thought I should tell you. Carlotta’s gonna be here in a bit. She said she's gonna come see you before the, the uh...I’ll be downstairs.”

Julia bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement as Ivy awkwardly made her escape, the lump in her throat not allowing her to speak. She was afraid that the strange empty feeling would come tumbling out. Julia hadn’t missed the stutter. Ivy meant well, but her word choice had very nearly caused Julia’s emotions to jump start and she couldn’t afford to lose her poise and willpower now.

Julia would need all of her willpower for the memorial service.

She stepped away from the window and toward a freestanding mirror to inspect herself as the doorbell one again sounded throughout the house. She studied herself warily. Black slacks, black button down, black blazer. The golden triangle shaped pendant necklace that Carmen had given her. She fingered it absently. The same round glasses she had always worn. The usual hint of red was missing from her attire for the first time. How could she bear to wear such a cheerful color– hercolor–on an occasion like this?

Julia sighed. She hadn't gotten much sleep the past few days, but there was nothing she could do. She glanced out the window at the rain drenched world once more. Julia could almost hear Carmen calling her. Rainy afternoons were the times that they used to cuddle up with a blanket and a book–most often an ancient history volume–and read for hours at a time.

Jules, where’d you go? She would say. Mysteries of the Olmecs is calling your name!

She had loved those afternoons.

A knock on the bedroom door snapped Julia from her reverie, and Carlotta walked into the room. At the sight of her Julia almost collapsed in shock.

Carlotta looked so painfully like her daughter. Almost like Carmen would have looked if she had lived to see her fortieth birthday.

Carlotta froze, probably reading Julia’s expression for what it was, and rushed to envelop her in a hug.

“Oh, Julia.”

She didn't say anything else, for which Julia was grateful. Carlotta must’ve known that she didn’t want to hear another empty and insincere sounding “I’m sorry.”

Julia tightened her hold on the woman, releasing a shuddering breath. This was the closest she had come to tears since she had gotten the call, a week earlier minutes before one of her most important seminars of the semester.

“Is this Julia Argent?”

“It is,” she had answered.

“I’m sorry to inform you but your fiancee was caught in a warehouse fire earlier this afternoon. We weren’t able to save her.”

No matter how many times she had heard variations of the same line on medical dramas, that didn’t stop the world from falling out from under her feet. Carmen couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t. She had kissed Julia goodbye and told her some stupid joke just that morning. The operator was lying.

“Miss? We need you to come to the hospital as soon as possible.”

Just then her teaching assistant had come to get her for the lecture, so she couldn’t afford to have her emotions take over just yet. Instead she had suffered through the entire three hour seminar, in a state of silent shock.

Julia knew the risk of the job. Hell, Carmen had known the risk of the job. But when one was as good at evading threats as Carmen was, the dangers weren’t as apparent.

Which made it all the harder when the danger caught up and killed her.

VILE had set fire to that warehouse and left her for dead.

By time the paramedics had gotten to the warehouse, there wasn’t much of her body left to save. It was charred and unrecognizable except for a few strips of red fabric and her cell phone that had miraculously evaded the flames, laying a few feet away.

So here Julia stood, embracing her dead fiancee’s mother, the image of Carmen’s badly burned and lifeless body seared into her mind, struggling to hold back tears in vain. Yet Carlotta still stood with her in silence, tracing soothing circles on Julia’s back.

Julia sniffed as the doorbell rang again. “I suppose we should bring her ashes to the memorial.”

***

The rain still hadn’t stopped. The small band of people that had come to the memorial service stood somberly in front of Dexter Wolfe’s memorial. Player only contacted the few people that Carmen had impacted during her life, the few people he knew she would want to see her to her final resting place--although none of them had dreamed that it would be this soon. Shadowsan and Hideo, Sonia, Carlotta and Julia, and of course Zack and Ivy. Even Player was there in the flesh.

Carmen hadn’t wanted a big gathering, so they had made a quiet arrangement with the owner. Carmen’s final resting place would be on her father’s memorial.

Julia thought that it was fitting how Carmen had been so fixated on finding her family, to be able to know them, and she was able to be with her father in death, if not in life.

And with that thought, after a week of numbness, a single tear fell from Julia’s eyes. And suddenly she was crying, releasing all of the pain, all of the heartache that she had been carrying around all week. Mourning her dead fiancée at the ripe old age of thirty.

It only made her cry harder.

Shadowsan stepped forward grimly and handed her the urn.

You’re gone and I’m all alone, Carmen. What am I supposed to do?

The rain hid the tears streaming down her face as she set the urn next to Carmen’s father’s memorial and stood there, memories playing in her head of past times with her love, of things she had wanted to say desperately but never did. She would never be able to now.

The guests trickled away one by one until it was just Julia and Carlotta under a single black umbrella, mourning a soul stolen before her time.

[doomingthenarrative]

I’m not late for @caruliaweek not at all

[itsdappleagain]

For @caruliaweek Day 7 (sorry I missed, like, 3-6 whoops..) I decided to write down the classic Train Scene…with a bit of gay sprinkled here and there, you know. Anyway, partial episode rewrite for the scene that started it all. 

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[scuzznishimuraenthusiast]

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tw for: death

Midnight. No light shone through the darkness, but Julia knew it was Carmen driving. The drive was long, and she hoped it would end in paradise and not burning flames.

Carmen faded into view and Julia realized just how long it’s been since she’s even heard from Carmen.

“Hey, Jules.”

“Carmen. It’s good to see you.”

“I should just tell you to leave, at this point, I’m in my pajamas, but I want to see where you’re going and why you’re bothering to stop by my apartment.”

“You don’t already know?”

Carmen pulled her close.

“You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eye. I’ve got that red lip classic thing that you like. When we go crashing down, we come back every time.”

“We never go out of style,” Julia murmured before pressing her lips to Carmen’s neck.

Carmen melted under Julia’s gentle lips and would have ended up buckling were it not for a loud, screeching siren ringing through the night.

“Go,” Julia muttered, and Carmen did not hesitate to take that advice.

Julia sort of wished she had, but as the car drove off into the night, she couldn’t help but smile.

Julia’s eyes were teary and her cheeks gaunt as she climbed into her car.

She can’t keep her eyes on the road.

Driving is hard nowadays, since it seems to have little purpose. Without Carmen, where was there to drive? Why would she go anywhere if she can’t see or even talk to Carmen?

Her car stopped at the entrance to the graveyard.

Julia’s pale hands were even paler as she gripped the bouquet of roses- red ones- with all of her strength.

“You had that James Dean daydream look in your eye, that red lip classic thing that I like. When we went crashing down, we came back every time. We never went out of style. Why’d you have to?”

She kneeled there, sobbing, for a few minutes.

Put on a work face and go into work. Be a big girl, Julia. You can’t be weak.

She managed to pull herself together and get in her car.

“I love you, Carmen,” she murmured, knowing that it was fruitless and that Carmen could not hear her.

[corpse-collectorr]

"What are we, Carmen Sandiego ?"

[fluffytheocelot]

Holy cow this prompt stumped me lol. I did at least 2 or 3 sketches with different poses before deciding on this one. They’re just taking a nap between adventures, nice and peaceful. Here’s Carulia Week Day 5: Vacation/travel.

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[abr-235]

Free day @caruliaweek

On the last day of the challenge, I managed to do 6/7 not bad

Sorry if the dialogue is not understood

[becca-becky]

I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know it exists. And to know the sun is there- that is living. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

carulia week, day 7: free day

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ids in reblog

[paastizzicreations]

Happy Carulia week everyone! Here's my contribution, featuring our two ladies on a little romantic date. Was originally intended for the free day but it kinda fits with vacation too

[sketchyy-art]

hi all!! this is a repost of a piece I did earlier today, I redid it as it was brought to my attention that I had accidentally white washed Carmen. please know that this was not my intention, I apologize for any harm I caused. love you all and I am deeply sorry

[caruliaweek]

Carulia Week Day 7: Free Day

[chaoticgoodcrow]

Carulia week ~ proposal ✨ it’s still a draft bc no time qwq~ anyways I wanted to do an omake where their friends come tumbling outta a rose bush after this haha~ she’s proposing with a historical brooch btw~