Julieta

You don't have to overdo it. (But I do) Indie and semi-selective Julieta Madrigal from Disney's Encanto. Brought to life by Aura. Still in progress.

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chasingmiracles​:

“Is there anything else I can do?”

Julieta smiled and gently pulled him into a one armed hug.

“You can keep me company. How does that sound?”

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mythunderlegion​:

Guillermo slowly wrapped his own arms around his mother, still terrified that this might trigger his ability to erase memories. His desire to be closer outweighed that fear for now.

“Thanks, mom,” he mumbled, sniffling quietly. He hoped she would be able to talk to Abuela and that would make her go easier on him.

“No one got hurt, right?’

Julieta shook her head. “Don’t worry, baby. No one got hurt.” She assured him without hesitation. And it was true. Though things had been a little dicey at first, at the end of the day, no one had been hurt by what had happened. And she would stand by that whenever anyone questioned it. Guillermo was a sweet boy, he would never hurt anyone on purpose. That much she knew for an absolute fact.

“Are you okay, mijo?”

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lesdames​:

❝I know.❞ Mirabel tried her best to smile, as strained as it was. She wanted so desperately to be comforted by her mother’s words, but she couldn’t. How could she be comforted by something she didn’t believe? She didn’t feel like she belonged, and that feeling had only been deepened by insensitive townsfolk and the way some of the familia treated her. She appreciated her mother always trying her best to help her, but deep down she felt as if she could never truly understand Mirabel. Like there was a wall between them.

And she felt awful for feeling that way.

Mirabel gently freed her face from her mother’s hands, trying to play it off as regular teenage dislike of affection and not guilt that her mother had to try so hard for her. ❝I know.❞ She repeated as if trying to make her words read as true. Her smile widened but her eyes still glistened with tears that threatened to fall. ❝Gracias mama.❞

Julieta could tell even without asking that Mirabel’s smile wasn’t as sincere as it could be. Her mind was screaming that Mirabel was dealing with a lot, and that she had to do something to help her, to alleviate that tension from her daughter’s shoulders. But was there anything she could do at all? And if there wasn’t, would trying to push just push her away? That definitely wasn’t what she wanted to do at all. For the first time, Julieta felt absolutely, truly helpless, and that was the single most terrifying feeling she’d had in a very long time.

Mirabel gently freeing her face from her grasp just made her feel worse, but she choked it down.

“De nada, mi vida.” She breathed. “Please, don’t ever forget that I am always here for you, okay? Whether that’s with a warm embrace, or an arepa, or a song that you like. Always.”

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shapeshiftcd​:

❝  …  𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗨𝗦𝗘  your  gift  -  ❞  camilo  hesitates  ,  swallows  as  though  the  mere  words  will  get  caught  in  his  throat  .  voicing  any  sort  of  emotionally  -  charged  sentence  is  difficult  for  him  ;  especially  when  he  feels  as  though  he’s  confessing  a  personal  fault  .  but  surely  …  surely  this  was  normal  ?  surely  he  was  supposed  to  feel  this  way  ,  and  it  was  just  something  the  madrigal  children  had  to  deal  with  .  maybe  it  got  better  .  he  hopes  it  gets  better  .  ❝  do  you  …  uh  -  do  you  ever  feel  wrong  afterwards  ?  sore  ,  i  mean  .  ❞

Julieta freezes at his question, considering it. Her brows furrow in concern and she can practically feel the wrinkles of worry appearing on her forehead. “I don’t think I understand what you mean.” She says softly as she turns to face him. “Do you feel physically sore? Or is it a mental soreness?” Physical soreness, she can at least do something about. In the short term, anyway. But if it has to do with his Gift, will hers even work on it? She hopes so, because the alternative is her nephew being in pain, and she hates that thought so much.

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thelostmadrigals​:

🔥≻|| ‘careful what you wish for, fuega’ | @madrecuradora​ ||≺🔥

Fuega’s steps were quiet as she trudged grumpily back towards Casita, her fingers gripping the hem of her muddy, maroon dressed tightly, knees scraped from a few slips and slides and thorns though she didn’t overly care. She knew when she’s get back, Abuela would have a fit again and send her to her room. Her mama would be so disappointed but when wasn’t she a disappointment?

It wasn’t her fault her gift wasn’t to what Abuela thought suited her. That she was just….too temperamental to be allowed around children her age. Fuega hated it. She hated living like this, hating being a replacement baby for the child they misplaced to Tio Bruno. Mirabel was of probably having the best sort of life being stuck as an ordinary person. She was so lucky. No expectations, no obligations, no Abuela and no dangerous gift. 

Fuega began to fume again in jealously before exhaling out a huff of smoke. She probably should apologise to mama when she got back… she knew she had probably said the wrong thing in the heat of the argument but she did want some dinner before the ultimate room-containment punishment Abuela had waiting for her

Her steps broke through the treeline before she spotted Casita’s door, making her way to it but to her susprise, the door didn’t open automatically for her or wave disapproving with it’s titles. 

“Casita?” Fuega frowned in confusion, her hand grasping the door knob but it wouldn’t move. Glowering at her home’s disobedience to her her in, she began to heat up the door handle in her palm, which did the trick a few seconds later and the door swung open in, almost pulling her with it

Fuega huffed, barely able to regain her footing but stepped in nonetheless. The floor titles ratting distastefully but she pressed on; heading towards the kitchen before she finally noticed her mama there. 

“Mami?” Fuega asked, voice breaking the quiet, suddenly becoming nervous to face her mother’s concerns…

Julieta hummed to herself as she cleaned the kitchen. The food for tomorrow was just cooking, so she was making it so she had less of a mess to clean up later. Not that she necessarily minded cleaning, either. But on top of all of her other responsibilities, the less cleaning she had to do the better. At least in her opinion, anyway.

Fuega wasn’t in the house, at least that was what Casita had told her. She wasn’t surprised about that. Fuega was a wild, lonely young girl, it made sense that she sought independence wherever she could get it, and held onto it as tightly as she could.

She looked up from her work, right as Fuega moved past the kitchen. “Hey, mija.” She said softly, leaning back against the counter, wiping her hands off on her apron in the process. “Are you hurt? You were gone a while.”

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ratphecy​:

“ I mean I can, I don’t mind writing an ending for Maria it’s just… I want to see what the show says.. “ he was trying to explain as he moved his hands around. he was still sitting on the counter and watching her as he spoke, causally looking off of her every now and again.

“ it doesn’t have the same allure if I did it. “ he placed his hands down now as he looked at the tile. “ it’s hard to explain you know since you don’t have uh visions or seen what I am talking about. “ yeah… no it was hard to explain for him. very hard. it was like comparing a book to a… a what? a play? maybe? did that sound right to him? kinda… yeah. “ I mean you guys don’t mind when I write stuff and just do the novellas and everything so you know I wouldn’t mind starting Maria’s story over and showing you guys if that’s um… something you would be interested in. “

Julieta didn’t really understand what he meant by ‘what the show says’, unless he meant that his visions told him where the story was going to do. Which, in hindsight, would make sense, given his abilities. So she nodded in understanding. “I get it, Brunito.” She said gently. “You have to do whatever works for you.” She wanted to let him know that she thought his feelings were important, that the way he felt and thought mattered. No matter who told him otherwise.

“I would be very interested in that!” She said without hesitation. “I think we all would, actually. Your thoughts and feelings are so important to me. I hope you know that.” And if she had ever made him feel otherwise, well, she would do whatever she could to rectify that going forward.

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streetwisetemptress​:

No doubt, Esmeralda was a risk-taker and the woman before her seemed very caring and nurturing. It made it easier to trust her, than any other strangers she had met before. “No, that won’t be necessary.” Shaking her head, she examined the piece of bread once more. It seemed safe enough. With that, she nibbled on the bread before finishing it whole. A strange, yet tingling feeling had made its way down to her ankle and the pain had faded away. Moving her ankle, a genuine smile appeared on the dancer’s lips.

“It worked. Thank you, mademoiselle.” She nodded her head. “You’re quite talented. How did you know this was going to work?”

Julieta was pleasantly surprised when the woman before her seemed to decide that she could be trusted enough to accept the bread from her and take a bite of it, before finishing it whole. She watched as the woman realized exactly what it could do, with a faint smile on her face. There was a sense of satisfaction that she got from seeing this that she hadn’t expected, and certainly would never have predicted in a million years.

“You’re welcome.” She said when the younger woman thanked her. “As for how I knew it was going to work, let’s just say...I have a Gift.”

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renisence​:

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t avoiding the other members of her family. Tio Bruno and her mami knowing was hard enough, and she knew she’d have to break the news to the others eventually. Though, actually doing so, was harder than she thought it would be. “I’ve just needed some time alone, I’m sorry if I’ve worried you tia.”

Julieta shook her head. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried, but you’re a grown woman, Dolores. I had faith that if you needed something you would come to me.” She said earnestly. She gently reached out and placed a hand on her niece’s shoulder. “Is there anything you feel the need to talk to me about?”

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droppingdonkeys​:

Now that was an irresistable offer..! Aside from grocery trips or chores, Luisa felt like she rarely went out to shop with her mother. Always busy. Always the pressure.

“W-well y’know I might need some help with the tiny buttons on the back, you know?” She goaded her mother with a smile. She did want this. “I’d love for you to come along, mamí.”

Julieta smiled. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, mi vida.” And okay, maybe she really did just want to spend some time with her middle child. She needed to take time to just...spend time with her family for once, instead of focusing only on the townspeople. They were still a high priority for her, of course, but she wanted to spend time with her daughters.

“Lead the way, Luisa.”

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I’m finally getting back to my drafts.

Thanks for sticking with me everyone, I appreciate it.

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I am so sorry I’ve been so sporadic on here lately. I’m trying but I just don’t feel much muse for her right now.

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droppingdonkeys​:

Now Luisa felt like she had to go shopping… “Mamá, it’s fine, I-” She didn’t cut in, after all Luisa knew her manners.

“I’m fine.” she says, at last. It’s her go-to reaction, but so far.. She does feel fine, she thinks. The things that trouble her don’t keep her up at night anymore. That’s a plus. “I think… I’m gonna look for a dress.”

Julieta smiled when Luisa said she was going to go look for a dress. “Would you like some company?” She asked before she could stop herself. And then she quickly pressed on. “Obviously you don’t have to say yes, and please don’t feel like you have to.”

Knowing her middle child, she’d say yes even if that wasn’t what she wanted to make Julieta happy. But knowing that Luisa wasn’t really happy wouldn’t make Julieta happy at all.

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droppingdonkeys​:

With a chuckle Luisa put Julieta back down on the floor, gently. “Today.. I am…” She’d only shifted three houses instead of eight. However, Señora Chavez had asked to help with her garden. She’d needed to get back into town, regardless.

“I am going window shopping!” It wasn’t a complete lie. She did want to look for a new dress. And between that, she could still do her chores.

Julieta grinned as Luisa set her back on the ground. She liked being picked up by her middle daughter. “That sounds nice!” Julieta said. “Oh, wait. Hold on.” She said, and moved over to give her daughter some money. “Here, please buy yourself something nice, mi vida. You deserve it.”

However, she did notice the slight hesitation before Luisa answered her, and it made her wonder if Luisa was keeping something from her. “I’m so proud of you, Luisa. I just want you to know that.”

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lesdames​:

Some relief washed over Dolores at her tía’s welcoming demeanor and her answer. Finally she’d be able to get some relief. She entered the kitchen, staying close to the door so she wouldn’t get in Julieta’s way. 

❝I could go for an arepa, if you don’t mind.❞ Truthfully, she wasn’t really in the mood for any food. The pain of her headache was overwhelming, dulling any desire she might have to eat. But arepas con queso seemed like they were light and quick enough to make. ❝Gracias, tía.❞

“I don’t mind at all!” Julieta said without hesitation as she immediately moved around the kitchen, getting the supplies and the ingredients to make her arepas. “I was planning to make some anyway, so it’s not a problem. Trust me.” She assured her niece.

“De nada, sobrina.” Julieta responded when Dolores thanked her. “If I may ask, what is it that’s bothering you?”

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@wieldingfuture liked for a starter

“Brunito!” A sixteen year old Julieta came running over, wrapping herself around him in a hug. “What are you doing, hermano?” Not the best conversation starter, but she’d missed him, so right now all she cared about was saying hi and hugging him. Everything else could come afterwards.

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@droppingdonkeys​ continued from here:

Julieta beamed at Luisa’s returned words. “How did I get so lucky, with such a loving husband, three beautiful, sweet, hard-working daughters and the rest of our incredible familia?” She didn’t expect Luisa to have an answer, though. “What are you up to today, Luisa? Taking it easy, I hope.”

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adivinoperdido​:

Bruno locks eyes with his hermana; it doesn’t take his neurotically keen level of observation to notice Julieta’s suddenly fervent: even embarrassed. 

 When she explains the source of her discomfort, a sharp breath signals his shock: and sympathy.  

   “How lo….?” How long? He realizes he already knows. The man who grew up from a jubilant and carefree boy hellbent on dazzling his loved ones with outlandish imaginary tales, to a complete social recluse, knows.  The answer is, Always. 

Bruno sighs. lifts his ruana and covers Julieta with it. Soon both their heads emerge from the collar, and he wraps his arms around her inside of the fabric haven. 

    “What do you think’d happen,” he whispers, “if someone else made you food from scratch, with the same loving intentions?  What if I made you lunch? You think it might work? You might taste somethin’? Oy, um….Casita?” 

He glances around at the kitchen wall tiles, which shiver and dance back, like the keys of a xylophone. 

   “Hola…do you think you could let Juli have this?” 

Julieta can’t bear the thought of looking at him in this moment, not when she’s just revealed something so private about herself that not even Agustin knows, but she does so anyway. They’re talking, after all, and it’s rude not to maintain eye contact with someone you’re talking to. Besides, she has to admit that it feels good to get it out after so long of keeping it to herself.

When he starts to ask her what she can only assume is ‘how long’, she doesn’t answer, knowing he’s smart enough to realize that has always been the case. At least she thinks so, anyway.

A soft gasp escapes her as he covers her with his trusty ruana, and eventually her head pops through the collar alongside his, and she doesn’t hesitate to return the hug.

She considers his words. “Well, it obviously wouldn’t have any kind of healing properties, but I’d probably be able to taste it, at least.” That was a nice thought. That she’d be able to taste food for once.

Casita responds to his question, the rattling of the tiles sounding like a melody. It sounds to Julieta like a yes. “Are you offering to make me food, Brunito?” She asks, somewhat teasingly as she nudges him with her hip.