#007 : ( asks: isabela answers )

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@waitingxnamiracle​ asked: “ just... be honest with me, do you hate me? “ (to Isabela....for the angst)

sacred moments || ❤❤

      “ hate you? ”    the words prompted a surge of surprise from isabela, turning to look at her younger sister with her eyebrows pulling together in some confusion.. and a mild sense of concern. sure, they’d had their.. considerable differences over the years, and isabela knew she hadn’t always been.. easy for mirabel to get along with. but.. hate her?  her own words came back to bite her, it seemed, recalling suddenly that she had spat the words out at mirabel in anger after the disastrous proposal dinner, after she had broken mariano���s nose.  

   “ mirabel -- no, i don’t.. ”    she let out a small sigh, moving to gently press her hands against the younger madrigal’s shoulders, looking down at her seriously.    “  whatever i said in the past.. i’m sorry. i was just angry. i don’t hate you. you’re mi hermanita --- my baby sister. i could never hate you. ”      they had been words spoken in venom, a furious retaliation that her perfect image had been sullied by what she perceived to be mirabel’s actions. shaking her head, isabela moved, drawing her sister in for a hug, arms wrapped around her body securely, wishing she could change the past --- but all she could do was try to make the future better. 

   “ te quiero, mirabel. i’m sorry i never said it sooner. ”

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@rolledsins​ asked:       ❛ god , you’re beautiful - ❜ ( elsa @ isa, who never misses a chance to compliment her gf uwu )

the enormity of my desire || accepting

isabela paused as she stood, turning in order to look at elsa with a smile upon her face. bare skinned in the light glow of moonlight coming through the window, it was true that isabela was a vision, but that was something she could say for her girlfriend, too, gazing up at her from her spot on the bed. her heart fluttered in her chest lightly, and she laughed, walking around the bed until she was on the side elsa was lying upon. 

quickly, isa found herself moving onto the bed once more, shifting herself so she was straddling elsa’s lap, moving her hands and allowing her fingertips to trail downwards, down her chest, gently moving over her nipples and down towards her stomach, biting down on her bottom lip slightly. she let out a quiet hum of appreciation, before leaning down, moving her lips to press several slow kisses against her jawline.

“ careful, amor - if you keep complimenting me like that, we’ll never end up leaving this room. ” 

her words were a soft murmur through the kisses, letting out a light, breathless laugh as she did so. she had no intentions of going anywhere anyway, but.. it was always nice to have an excuse. 

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Anonymous asked: isabela what happened with you and mira?

            well, where did she even begin to answer a question like that? it was true, they had been close once --- isabela had adored her little sister when she was very young, despite the divide between their ages. she had been seven when mirabel was born, luisia only four, and just as she had when luisia was born, isabela had sworn to be the best big sister she could possibly be. back then, there wasn’t wasn’t as much pressure.    she had only had her gift for a few years, and she and dolores had gotten theirs around the same time. things were happier back then. 

        “ we used to be closer, ”    isabela began after a slow moment of contemplation.     “ before her gift ceremony. she used to want to come into my room all the time, and i’d let her braid flowers into my hair, and i’d make her flower crowns, and she’d always ask what i thought her gift would be one day. i never thought she wouldn’t get one. but.. when she didn’t.. things.. changed. abuela became harder on all of us.” isabela faltered, as though she was struggling to openly admit it.      “ it wasn’t so bad at first, but eventually, i just... had so much to do, i didn’t have time to spend with her any more, and it was like i had to make up for her not having a gift, so i had to be.. perfect. all the time. abuela expected so much of me and i was just..  i guess i resented her.. maybe a little.” 

    she looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers, lips pressing together in a thin line.    “ a part of me.. thought she was lucky. she didn’t need to live up to all these expectations and demands, and i thought.. how unfair that she gets to be who she wants to be.. and i never could. and then i got mad because.. every time she tried to help the family and.. things went wrong.. things just got harder for me. there was more pressure, more expectations to make up for what mirabel was doing. it.. wasn’t her fault. i just.. i don’t know.  i just wanted to do what the family expected of me. it was never enough, and i guess it was easy to blame mira for that. ”     a long pause.     “ i’m not proud of it. ”

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tag dump // encanto muses

002 :   (  isabela verse: main  ) 003 :   (  about isabela  ) 003 :   (  isabela headcanons  ) 005 :   (  ch: isabela madrigal  ) 006 :   (  isabela ship: tadashi hamada ;; timberfell  ) 006 :   (  isabela ship: elsa ;; fatesrolled  )      007 :   (  asks: isabela answers  )

002 :   (  dolores verse: main  ) 003 :   (  about dolores  ) 003 :   (  dolores headcanons  ) 005 :   (  ch: dolores madrigal  ) 006 :   (  dolores ship: mariano guzmán  )   007 :   (  asks: dolores answers  )

002 :   (  mirabel verse: main  ) 003 :   (  about mirabel  ) 003 :   (  mirabel headcanons  ) 005 :   (  ch: mirabel madrigal  ) 007 :   (  asks: mirabel answers  )

002 :   (  bruno verse: main  ) 002 :   (  bruno verse: au  ) 003 :   (  about bruno  ) 003 :   (  bruno headcanons  ) 005 :   (  ch: bruno madrigal  ) 007 :   (  asks: bruno answers  )

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@fatesrolled​ asked: ❛  you can talk to me.  ❜ ( elsa @ isa !!! lets go!!!!! )

5 word starters || ❤❤

    where did she begin? exhaling quietly, isabela sat upon an upturned log, poised and regal as she had ever been. her breath fogged before her in the faint chill of the air, keeping her cloak wrapped around her body. she was unused to the cold, so much more familiar with the warmth of her own homeland, but the more she thought of her home, the more troubled she became. her visit to arendelle and to the enchanted forest to the north had been.. enlightening, to say the least. her time with elsa had been even more so --- she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, to feel so free with her powers. 

     turning her head as elsa approached, isabela gave her a small smile, gently turning a camellia in her fingers, one of the flowers she could grow that was able to withstand the chill of the north. she pened her mouth for a moment, before hesitating. even now, miles away from her family, she could still feel the pressure to do well by them, to do and be what her abuela expected of her. even the thought of voicing her opinions aloud like this was.. both frightening and exhilarating all at once. 

     “ it’s strange. this place.. it’s so different from what i’m used to, and yet --- i feel more myself here than i have at home in.. a long time.” her eyebrows furrowed together slightly, troubled, and she exhaled, tired, moving a hand to lightly rub at the bridge of her nose.    “ i love mi familia, i do. they just.. expect a lot of me. --- i suppose it’s just.. nice to feel more like me.. instead of the person i’m supposed to be. ”      she gave a small, wry smile.   “ lo siento, i shouldn’t be.. it’s really not all that important. ”

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@mixnmuse​ asked:        “ i  am  starting  to  think  you  might  be  gay .   ” (Rapunzel to Isa<3)

shit i say to my dog || accepting

   “ what would make you think that, exactly? ”     isabela’s voice was dry, lifting her head up from where she had been pressing soft, lingering kisses against the skin of rapunzel’s neck, hovering over the blonde as they lounged upon her bed. she tucked some hair behind her ear, lips lightly pursed, and one eyebrow lifting upwards in a show of half amusement.

   “ that wouldn’t have something to do with the fact that we’ve been in a relationship for a few weeks now.. would it? ”     isabela wouldn’t deny that she did have some attraction to men.. or at least had, growing up, but there was admittedly something about women that was.. inherently appealing.   

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@timberfell​ asked: “ i don't want us to be apart anymore. ever. “ //tadashi @ isa

sacred romantic moments || ❤❤

       tadashi’s words caused her heart to swell in her chest, cheeks feeling warm as she allowed her hands to rest upon his shoulders, gazing at him with eyes bright with affection. for a while, she had thought they would be apart forever, separated by the tides that threatened to pull them in different directions -- but she had defied those odds, she had found him again, and she too.. never wanted to be apart from him again. reaching up, isabela allowed her fingers to gently brush against tadashi’s cheeks, her thumbs softly grazing over the skin, drinking him in, expression turning fond as they lightly nudged against the frame of his glasses. 

    “ we won’t be. i didn’t come all this way just to lose you again, mi sol. ”   she promised, leaning forward to allow her forehead to gently touch against his. “whatever happens now, we’re together, and i’m not going anywhere. ”    there was so much she was curious about -- life away from the encanto.. it was even more different than anything she had envisioned from his stories, but with him by her side? she knew that she could accomplish anything. 

     “.. te extraño. i missed you. ”

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@espektros​ asked: ❛ if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand. ❜ / from ernie ;;; ms isabela i am so sorry.

winter starters || ❤❤

      “ oh? and that’s a good replacement, is it? ”     the shameless flirting is something she had come to grow accustomed to when it came to ernesto de la cruz, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t flattered by the attention. he certainly was charming.. and a handsome man, to boot --- she enjoyed the game of it all, in a way. it was different, new and exciting, and she enjoyed the thrill of things that were new.    and so, her words were teasing as she turned to face the musician, shifting a hand to place it lightly on her hip. 

    “ should i be surprised if i find that any gloves i might have brought with me have gone missing? “ her lips pulled upwards into a small grin, and she shook her head with a quiet laugh, wiggling her fingers lightly at him.     “ i think my hands will just endure the risk of cold air.. but if they do need warming up.. maybe i’ll let you know. ”

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@rolledsins / @fatesrolled​ asked: [ UNDRESS ]:     sender and receiver slowly take each others’ clothes off, taking their time as they do so. // rolledsins, from elsa to isa. because of course.

nsfw prompts || accepting

      they were alone. there had been a tension building between isabela and elsa for some time now, and isa wasn’t entirely sure how many more longing, heated looks she could exchange with the former queen before she completely snapped. as the door to elsa’s former room had been closed and locked, isa found herself drawn to elsa like a magnet, relishing in the slow, sensual kisses that began to grow more and more heated, the tension that had been building between them, soon reaching boiling point. 

    isa’s hands moved to elsa’s shoulders, fingers finding purchase against the material of her dress, slowly tugging it downwards, easing it down off of her shoulders, taking her time, eyes admiring every new inch of skin that was exposed from her actions. her heart hammered in her chest as she dropped her head against the curve of elsa’s neck, beginning to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against the exposed skin, slowly, sensually trailing them down towards her collarbone, her fingers continuing their work in easing down the material of elsa’s dress as she did so. 

she could feel elsa’s own fingers fumbling with the clasps of her own dress, and she smiled against her skin at the sensation of her own dress being slowly tugged down her body. she shivered faintly at the feeling of the cool air against her bare skin, but didn’t hesitate, guiding elsa’s dress down past her breast band to bunch up at her hips.   “ eres hermosa..”     she breathed against her skin, dark eyes flicking upwards to take in elsa’s expression, drinking her in. she had never felt this way about anybody before.. and she wanted to fall into elsa, to be consumed by her completely. 

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@mixnmuse​ asked:           Rapunzel is practically tugging her through the window excitedly by the arm. She'd been waiting to give her this gift for months now. The anticipation to see Isa's reaction was greater than ever, and it showed with her impatience which gave away the surprise. But she doesn't care about that, at this point Rapunzel only wanted to see her face light up with the hope she'd love it or... maybe she wouldn't.

No, no. She isn't one to be pessimistic.

"I made you a little something." She said fondly, stepping aside and gesturing with a head nod for Isa to check it out.

On her bed, carefully lay a scrapbook, a fabric book cover with intricate details of various flowers, some wild, some elegant. An array of colours with a golden border had also been sewn around the edge, acting as a vine with flowers growing from it.

What Rapunzel couldn't wait for was for Isa to open it. Inside on the very first page was a painting she had worked tirelessly on, it was the two of them somewhere vibrant, free. They were holding hands and Rapunzel was gazing at Isa with nothing but inspiration.

Because... truly she had given her the inspiration to finally step out of her tower, take that first step to see the world.

"It's... something I thought you could use... a journal, maybe?" Rapunzel tries to explain, smiling widely though there was a hint of nervousness behind it.

"For when that adventure in your life comes,"

valentines day || unprompted

   “ easy, easy.. ” isabela couldn’t help but laugh as rapunzel practically pulled her through the tower window, managing to catch her balance with a practiced ease, carefully brushing some of her hair out of her face as she did so. she had grown used to the other woman’s excitement and exuberance over time, and was admittedly a little curious to see what had gotten her so worked up today. carefully, she dusted off her dress, only to pause at the admittance of something being made for her. 

  “ for me? ”     she repeated in some surprise, blinking at the admission, before she stepped forward towards the bed, giving rapunzel a small little smile as she did so.      “ you didn’t need to do that, mariposa. ”

  reaching down, isabela lifted the scrapbook, moving her hand over the fabric, smiling a little more at the flowers stitched onto it.. it was certainly beautiful, and it was clear that a lot of work had gone into crafting it. that, in itself, was touching to behold, but as she flicked through the pages and came across the painting on the last page, she paused, blinking down at it. 

  oh.    she felt her cheeks warm slightly, turning to look up at rapunzel as she spoke once more, letting out a soft breath as she did so. slowly, she set down the book on the bed once more, not hesitating before she moved towards rapunzel, throwing her arms around her neck and hugging her tightly, wanting to let her know that it was.. very much appreciated. 

    “..thank you, rapunzel. it’s beautiful. ”

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@miraclestitch​​ asked: Isabelas gift was probably one of her favorite gifts to make, she did so much research on plants! So, in isas gift box with different flowers printed on the wrapping paper; there was skirt with sundew embroidered upon it. Along that, there was some gardening equipment -- she knows isa doesnt need them, but she thought she'd appreciate planting stuff by hand sometimes. Theres seed packs inside too -- different flowers and trees. And her note, with cute little flowers drawn on, would say;

"I hope your garden never stops growing. Love you, isa."

      the gift isn’t a surprise, not really --- mirabel was known for giving gifts to her family, more often than not, handmade things, crafted with a careful and loving hand. isabela would have once been embarrassed to admit that she had kept everything mirabel gave to her, despite the way she had sighed and appeared unimpressed when the gift was first received.  now, however, she was glad that she had kept everything, because everything her sister created was so full of love and light.. she always appreciated them, even when she pretended not to. 

      unwrapping the skirt first, isabela’s smile grew a little wider, gently running her fingers over the embroidered patterning on the fabric. sundew had quickly become one of her favorite thins to grow, along with succulents and cacti. of course mirabel knew about that. it was beautifully crafted, and isabela made a mental note to wear it before she went down to dinner that night -- she could at least show mirabel she loved and appreciated it. 

      the second gift, gardening equipment and seeds -- thoughtful as always. in the months where she had no powers, she had grown a love for gardening in the tradtional sense, and such, she would certainly enjoy planting and growing things without the use of her powers on occasion, too. smiling, isabela picked up the note, and her gaze softened considerably as she read through it. she really was lucky to have a family, a sister.. who loved her so much. 

        “ i love you too, sis. ”      she spoke aloud, carefully folding the note and tucking it into a fold of her dress, intent on keeping it close as she gathered all of her gifts up in her arms. --- now.. time to find mirabel and give her a hug. 

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@fatesrolled​ asked: ❛ you’ve never seen snow before? ❜ // elsa @ isa, because

winter starters || ❤❤

       “ no, i have, just.. not like this. ”    it was surreal, in a way, to see snow falling everywhere, not just over a mildly concentrated area. she reached out, letting some of the snowflakes float down onto her hand, smiling softly as they did so.     “ my tía pepa could make snowfall when she was feeling in a pretty frosty mood, but it didn’t happen all that often, mostly she made it sunny or made it rain. ”    she shivered slightly, wrapping her cloak a little more securely around her form, before turning to face elsa with a laugh. 

      “ i’m not really used to the cold.. or seeing so much snow at once. it’s beautiful.  ”   no matter how it was created, from the natural snowfall or from elsa’s gift, it was a beautiful sight, even with the chill.  she crouched down for a moment, carefully scooping up some of the powdery snow in her hands and letting it slip through her fingers.    “ i wonder what kind of flora grows in chill like this.. ”

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@fatesrolled​ asked:          "here, take this. you'll catch a cold." // elsa for isa : ' )

random dialogue prompts || xx

      “ i’ve been ‘roughing it’ in the forest with you for long enough, elsa, i think i’ll be fine. ”      the words were playful, and isabela didn’t fight as a shawl was placed over her shoulders, shifting in order to snuggle into it with a content sigh. ‘roughing it’ was definitely in the loosest definition of the term it could possibly be, but isabela did genuinely think she was beginning to get used to the light chill in both arendelle and the enchanted forest.   though, admittedly, she did prefer the warmer weather of the encanto, she was.. adjusting. somewhat.     “ thank you. ”  

    shifting her body, isabela allowed herself to lean against elsa’s side, relaxing against her, closing her eyes and relaxing slightly. elsa’s own body exuded a natural chill, which isabela could only assume came from her powers -- and perhaps that was why a part of her was slowly finding the cold to be more comforting than hindering. reaching out her hand, isabela allowed her hand to take elsa’s own, letting their fingers thread together gently.  despite the chill in the air, when she was with elsa? she felt so... warm. 

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@timberfell​ asked:          " i love you. always have, and always will. i... i need you to remember that for me. please. " //from tadashi lol

not accepting

      isabela wasn’t used to goodbyes. being from such a small, enclosed community, she was used to everyone she knew staying in one place, but with tadashi.. she had always known, deep down, that one day, a goodbye would be imminent, she just hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.   he couldn’t stay. she knew that. the life of a soldier.. it wasn’t for him. he was a healer, a scholar.. he deserved to work on his own projects on his own time, not be stuck in the battlefield.. and his brother and aunt needed him. she knew this.   and yet... 

“ i love you too. ”   her hands clasped in his own, it was hard to believe that soon, she would have to go a long time without seeing him -- so soon after getting him back. she had thought him dead, missing in action, and then, like a miracle, he had come back to her, only to tell her that his last injury in the field would be enough to send him home.. away from her. offering him some of her mother’s food would cure the injury, yes.. but.. it would also raise too many questions with his superiors, and.. he would be stuck here. it wasn’t the right place for him, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.     “ tadashi.. i.. ”     she fell silent after a moment, lips pressed together as she forced herself to look at him, eyes bright, feeling her heart breaking into pieces.   there was so much she wanted to say.. but no more time. 

   cupping his cheeks in her hands, she leaned in and kissed him, pouring as much as she could into the kiss, all of her desperation and love and hope. hope that one day, they would be together again. this couldn’t be goodbye forever.. she couldn’t allow that. she wouldn’t. 

   “ i’ll find you, amor. ”    her words were a hushed promise as she broke the kiss, her thumb gently caressing the curve of his cheek.   “ i promise. please.. please wait for me. ”  was that a selfish request? perhaps, but she could only hope that their reunion would be sooner.. rather than later. leaning in, she kissed him once more, gently, this time. a sweet kiss, a memory.    “ ...tú siempre estarás conmigo... you will always be with me. ”

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@timberfell​ asked:      📝 for any dynamic you're feelin :)

Send 📝 to see a journal entry my muse wrote about your muse!

13th April

today is the day. today is the day i meet my future husband to be. i can’t recall just how long we’ve been on this boat, making the journey to the southern isles, but abuela tells me we should be coming to land today. i know very little about my betrothed, beyond his name. hans.  i wonder what he’s like, what he’ll think of me. is he feeling the same way i am today? as though a stone has dropped into my stomach, threatening to drag me down into the depths of the ocean i sail upon?   i could never tell abuela the truth of how i’m feeling, of how the thought of marrying a stranger terrifies me. it’s my duty, and as crown princess, i will do what’s necessary. 

i can only hope he’s the decent sort. 

                        isabela madrigal

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15th April

hans is certainly charming. he’s polite, handsome and seems to be of a good-nature, if not a little distant, though i can’t say i blame him, i’m likely not as forthcoming as i should be, either. abuela seems to approve of him immensely, and i seem to have the king’s approval, also.. it means the marriage is certainly guaranteed. we will be staying in the southern isles for the next week before returning home, and hans will be accompanying us. abuela has told me to keep my powers from him until we return home, which i find.. a tad unfair. shouldn’t he know what he’s getting into? nevertheless, i understand her need to protect our families secrets. hopefully he takes the news well when he finds out. 

a husband. just the word is dizzying, frightening, almost. i suppose we’ll tackle this a day at a time.. i at least have this week to try to get to know my husband-to-be a little more. tomorrow, i’ll do my best to bond with him.. learn more about him. 

i remain cautiously optimistic, if not nervous beyond all belief. 

                        isabela madrigal

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@petalsxfallen​ asked: “Why are you in my garden?”  for isabela

      “ i wasn’t aware that this garden belonged to anybody. ”   isabela turned to face the person who had spoke, one eyebrow lifting slightly as she took in her appearance. interesting.      “ there was no sign, so i thought i’d come and take a look. ”     her fingers found a flower that was wilting slightly, poking it with a finger and smiling approvingly as it bloomed brightly once more.   tossing some of her hair over her shoulder, she glanced back at petal, lips pursed slightly.   “ it’s a bit of an odd place ot have a garden, isn’t it? the middle of nowhere, like this? ”