#dolores // answered // hears everything

[jacarandaaaas]

What you hate about each Encanto character and what you love about each Encanto character?

oh this is such a fun ask! a hard question as I love all the madrigals and the fact they’re so flawed makes them more fun to follow!

alma: i love her commitment, how she vowed to protect all these people even sacrificing her own needs to provide for others, how she promised these people a place of refudge and was always there to provide.

dislike: An obvious one here but I dislike how controlling alma can be, how her need for perfection can blind her and lead her to disregarding her own families feelings as well as her own! Her generally dismissing a lot of the problems of her family like telling pepa to control her emotions or not realizing how hurtful her comments are to mirabel.

pepa: i love how emotional she is! when pepa loves she loves with her entire heart she pours her all into every interaction and she wears her heart on her sleeve! she’s so compassionate! pepa truly is an open book and I love her for it!

dislike: i would probably say how she can get irrational very quickly and cause situations to elevate fast! Although I really can’t blame her for this based on the circumstances!

julieta: i always describe julieta as warm and i feel like no other word can capture her comforting nature and gentleness. I just love her warmth and her soothing energy!

dislike: I would say how she tends to coddle mirabel a lot. I know it comes from a place of love but you can see it doesn’t help mirabel and only makes her feel more insecure because julieta doesn’t understand her.

bruno: for bruno I would say I love how selfless he is. It’s a big thing to sacrifice your own sanity like that for someone else and it’s touching how much he truly cares about mirabel to want to protect her like that.

dislike: i would have to say how he’s timid a lot of the time. It’s sad to see him become so resigned and almost accept his fate and stay in the walls possibly forever. He had no fight left in him.

felix: I adore how felix is just the epitome of life of the party! he’s so uplifting and I love how he never gives out to pepa for her emotions. He’s the best at cheering people up and a sunshine in everyone’s lives!

dislike: about felix? that’s hard to say I feel like we don’t see enough of him for me to really base my answer on anything so I’m just gonna say how he told pepa about the vision at dinner😭 dude that was the worst idea!!

agustín: i love how supportive he is! He continuously supports julieta he runs after luisa when she’s upset and he promises mirabel he would hide the vision to protect her! the fact both he and julieta tried to go after her when she ran for the candle too! He also fiercely stands up for mirabel in such an iconic way and he doesn’t back down!

dislike: I would have to say how he can often hammer in the fact he is also unexceptional to try relate to mirabel but it makes the situation worse.

isabela: I love how loyal isa is. She was doing everything for the sake of the family and was willing to sign her entire life away just to keep them happy. Her loyalty knows no limits and I just feel it’s such a defining trait for her.

dislike: probably how smug she can be at times a key example being the apologize scene! it is funny but it’s also infuriating how smug she was making mirabel apologize for something she didn’t even do. Also how she tells mirabel to shut up and her general rude remarks to her!

dolores: for dolores I would say I love how attentive she is! small scene but how she immediately notices alma needs help and goes to offer her support! She notices the small details even without her super hearing! Like how she points out how mariano talks loud even though she hears everyone’s voice his always stuck out to her <3

dislike: probably how she blurts stuff out without thinking it through! like we know she was trying to be helpful when she told the kids mirabel doesn’t have a gift but she didn’t consider how mirabel would feel about that.

luisa: I love how kind luisa is! she was always willing to lend a hand to the people who need her even when they absolutely could deal with a lot of issues themselves! She’s also very sensitive and soft and I love when she allows herself to be vulnerable!

dislike: this might be unexpected but for dislike i would have to say how she kept ignoring mirabel when she wanted to talk. I understand she was stressed and mirabels being irritating but she could atleast look at her, mirabels already ignored a lot already and all she wanted was to talk to her sister about an issue.

camilo: like how mirabel says in the opening song I love how camilo won’t stop until he makes people smile! whether it be through his humor or his compassion I get the impression he would always be there for people. the scene where he comforts pepa is such a key example of this!

dislike: he can be a bit too blunt at times where it’s definitely not called for! he also has a tendency to exaggerate the truth for dramatic effect!

mirabel: have always said this and always will mirabels core trait is her empathy! Her ability to see others perspectives and empathize with them is so important! I always think of the “I need you” scene as a key example of this. She put aside her own feelings and focused on supporting antonio making sure he’s ok! how when she learns of the other madrigals struggles she tries her best to help them or comfort them! empathy is such a strong defining trait for her!

dislike: when it comes to mirabels negative traits I would have to say her stubbornness is the most prominent. the entire scene in isabelas room is proof of this she would have rathered let that house collapse than apologize or even listen to isabelas struggles the fact she was supportive and empathic to everyone’s issues but isas (at first) she was too stubborn to put aside her issues with isa! but also her recklessness and impulsiveness tie into this as well.

antonio: I love everything about him he’s so sweet and caring and I love how he returns the support mirabel gave to him! he always believed in her and was her biggest supporter and best friend! also how offered his plushie to comfort bruno when he was nervous! antonio is just such a caring kid!

dislike: nothing literally nothing how can u dislike this baby?

[thebearmage]

Reborn - Five Hargreeves x Dolores - Chapter One

Rated 18+/Mature

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two)

Chapter One - Awake "Do you trust me?"

"Viktor!? What are you doing!? Stop her!"

"Allison, don't do it!"

"Allison, wait!"

The entire universe goes dark as if someone turned off the power on an old TV - there's a beat, then two, then three. 

She startles awake with a gasp, breath filling her lungs, looking up at the white ceiling tiles. She's laying on her back, trembling, body working overdrive as it struggles to grasp its new mechanisms. 

Everything is too bright; everything is too loud. Her head hurts, her body hurts, and everything felt constricting and too loose at the same time. Before they can process what's happening, they turn onto her side and vomit. 

It's mostly bile, for her stomach has nothing in it, never has. She pants roughly as spots dance before her vision, black threads falling into her face as they attempt to push themselves into a kneeling position. 

A hand is on her back. She looks up to see a store worker - a kind-looking woman, pear-shaped, with gray hair and soft eyes. 

"Are you alright, honey?" She asks, "Did you fall?"

The words sound like gibberish for a moment, her neurons firing faster than ever before. They blink in confusion for a moment before the words finally register. 

"I…" 

She turns and coughs as soon as she tries to speak. Her throat feels like sandpaper; she grips it softly as she coughs, and the woman rubs her back. 

"Easy, now, take it slow. You must have passed out," 

The store worker helps her to her feet, and she has to grab the clothes rack next to them in order to stand properly. Her legs felt weak…unused. 

How…how did she know…anything? She didn’t know what a store or clothes were; she knew nothing 30 seconds ago. But now she has all this shit in her head, thoughts pounding against her skull as she tries to make sense of it all. 

"Oh honey," The worker helps balance her, "What happened?"

They don't answer her at first, looking behind her to see small platforms. Two nicely dressed mannequins occupied two platforms, but the third - the one in the middle - was empty. 

Thoughts come streaming together in a whirlwind, causing her head to hurt. They look down at themselves: black and white polka-dot t-shirt, black pencil skirt, pale skin. 

They look to the side to see a black beret and matching shoes near the base of the middle pedestal. Her breathing picks up. They grip her arms so hard they feel her fingers dig into her skin. Panic starts to rise within her, and the worker gently grabs her face to make eye contact. 

"Sweetie, look at me," she instructs softly, "Can you hear me? What color is my jacket?"

Her eyes flicker down to the woman's vest, "B-blue," her voice is raspy as if she's never spoken before.

"Good, what color is your skirt?"

"B-black?"

"Very good," the woman smiles as they slowly start to calm down, "what color is the floor,"

"Gray,"

The woman helps them take deep breaths, and soon, her pounding heart slows. 

"Now, what's your name, darling?" the woman asks again. 

She blinks before answering, "Dolores,"

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Dolores sits in the department store's break room. She looks at her reflection in a little mirror. She guessed the women used to correct their makeup during their breaks. 

Dark hair and green eyes looked back at her; her face was not too angular but not round. Her eyes lidded but not tried looking. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips a soft pink. Dolores's dark hair stopped right at her shoulders, straight but with a slight wave. 

It's not what either of them imagined. 

Dolores breaks the intense eye contact with her reflection to look at the cup of a dark liquid in her hands. 

Coffee…right… it's called coffee. 

Dolores, curious, raises the drink to her lips and takes a sip, nearly spitting the bitter liquid out. 

"Not a coffee fan?"

They looked up to see the woman before walking into the room. Dolores tried to smile. Her mind was slowly piercing itself together, memories fitting back into place. She didn't know how it happened, but she was alive. Plastic was replaced with skin, and a hollow torso was replaced with organs and blood. 

"Not really," Dolores laughs softly, coughing a bit. Her vocal cords were still not used to working. Or rather, she was still getting used to having a voice.

"Well, it'll help either way," the woman sits in a chair across from Dolores, looking at them softly, "That was one nasty fall you took there,"

Dolores nods, "I remember…"

"What happened?"

Dolores takes a moment to answer, her newly born thoughts firing rapidly. What happened isn’t normal. She isn’t normal. She can’t tell the truth. She’d be accused of being insane and convicted. She had a lie. To hide. Protect herself.

"I was trying to see the hat the mannequin was wearing. I was too short, so I stepped up on the platform to see. I slipped," Dolores took another sip of the coffee, wincing at the taste again, "It was stupid, I'm sorry,"

The woman looks sympathetic, "Well, you're okay, and you learned not to do that again," she laughs softly. Dolores smiles. 

"Is there anyone I can call for you?" the woman presses. "Family or friends?"

Dolores shakes her head, "No,"

"Spouse? Wife? Husband?"

A face flashes in her mind - well, two faces: an old man and a teenage boy. But Dolores knew it was the same person. It was--

"No," she says, "I'm…alone,"

The woman looks concerned, "Are you--"

"Thanks for the coffee," Dolores gently cuts her off, "And for helping me, but I better get going,"

The worker sputters as Dolores exits the break room, walking down the aisles to the door. 

"Wait!"

Dolores turns back around to see the woman hobbling after her, "Are you sure you're okay, honey? I can call someone to help you,"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Dolores tries to smile, "Thank you again,"

The woman looks like she wants to protest, but Dolores turns away and slips out of the store. 

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Dolores doesn't know how long she's been walking. Her feet were starting to hurt, but she felt like she couldn't stop. She's never been able to move, walk, or pose independently; she's always been guided by someone else to pose silently, frozen. 

What was she going to do? She had some understanding of how the world worked; he would keep complaining about it to no end, and he sometimes brought her to different places, riding around on the back of a wagon…or was it a bike? Maybe both?

Should they go to him? Ask him to take them in?

Dolores shook the thought away. No. Hell no. They were not going back. Every time they were around him, they got shot at, thrown, used as leverage, or abandoned. Yeah, no fucking thanks. 

So what are they to do? They need a job, a place to live, food and water. 

Dolores noticed that it was getting dark out. In a slight panic, they looked around, seeing they were in the…darker parts of town. 

The only establishment nearby was a club, and there was nowhere else to go. Dolores crossed the street and entered. As soon as the door closed, she felt eyes on her. Most of the patrons were men, with scarcely dressed women dancing on poles, serving drinks, and even sitting with them. 

Dolores felt uncomfortable but knew she couldn't back out—not with how the men looked at her. Most were older, with graying hair and crooked teeth. Some were younger, middle-aged, and handsome, with evil glints in their eyes. Dolores felt like…she…they were looking at her as if she were a doll again. For a brief moment, Dolores thought she had turned back, only to snap back to herself when a voice behind her went. 

“You going to walk in, missy, or keep blocking the door?”

Dolores paused; she also didn’t have anywhere else to go. So, holding her head up high, she walked to the bar at the end. 

"Hey, sugar, what can I get ya?" The bartender asks, looking happy to serve someone other than a sleazy older man. 

"Just water is fine," Dolores answered, and the woman nodded and walked away. 

Dolores nurses her water for the next hour, ignoring the men talking and staring at her. She needs a job, but what sane person would hire a woman with no history - no birth certificate, no social security number, no driver's license, no fucking proof of identification. 

This…was going to be a lot harder than they thought. Dolores sighs, racking her head. Many of her memories were fuzzy and incomplete, but a few were vivid and clear. On top of that, she had a lot of information flowing into her head like a river, as if someone had activated the default settings on a video game character. 

She knows what a video game is…?

"Hey, princess!" A gruff voice calls out. Dolores looks up to see a nicely dressed older man in a crimson suit looking at her. He was big, with graying hair, flushed skin, a double chin, gold bracelets and necklaces, and a golden tooth. He beckons her over. 

"Come sit next to me, darling. I wanna get a good look at you," 

Dolores' eyes narrow, and she sips her water without breaking eye contact or moving. The man's smile is full of false warmth. 

"Oh, come on, princess. I won't do nothin' honest! Just wanna get a closer look at you,"

Dolores was about to refuse when she noticed the fear on the bartender's face. They made eye contact, and the woman gestured for her to go over. With a sigh, Dolores took her water and plopped down beside the man. 

"There we go. That wasn't so hard, right?" The man leans closer to Dolores, who leans back a bit, "You're a pretty one, all right. What's your name?"

"Dolores," Dolores answers shortly, "Yours?"

"They call me Mr. Higgins. A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Dolores," 

Higgins takes Dolores' hand and kisses it. They want nothing more than to rip it away. They steel her expression and sip her water. 

"So, Miss Dolores," Higgins speaks casually, either not noticing or ignoring her discomfort, "What does a pretty thing like you do?"

Dolores sees the trap before it's laid, but they also see an opportunity, "I don't have a job right now,"

Higgins has the decency to pretend to be shocked, "Oh? Well, that's a shame. How do you pay for your house?"

Dolores starts to wonder if this man has been following her, "I don't have one,"

Higgins gasps in fake horror, "You're homeless? Oh princess, that's not right," he retakes her hand, "Let me help you, darlin'. I can help you get back on your feet! Work for me. I'll let you stay in one of my backrooms," Higgins's smile is full of malice. Dolores can also see the sharp teeth, "Nobody like you should be wandering around alone, I'll take good care of you,"

Knowing this was a bad idea but desperately needing the money, Dolores struggled with her decision. She knew she was walking into a trap, but the allure of a job and a place to stay was too strong. She plastered a grateful smile on her face and nodded, "Thank you very much! I'd like that!"

As she agreed to Higgins's offer, she felt a surge of anger and frustration. She wanted nothing more than to punch that wicked smile off the man's face as it grew in triumph. But they knew they had to play along, for now. Dolores was determined to find a way out of her current situation, no matter what it took. 

[solitablvd]

Se Nos Acabó El Ratito

**Minors DNI**

Pairing: Javier Escuella x Female Reader

Read Parte 1 & Parte 2

Summary: “I came to America because I killed a man in México. A powerful man. I knew if I stayed, everyone I love would die. I ran, not for my life, but for theirs." ** In 1894, you are the wife of General Velasco, a powerful figure in the Mexican Army. One fateful night in Punta Orgullo, you cross paths with Javier Escuella.

Warnings: domestic violence, pre-video game, headcannon asf, romantic Javier idc, female reader

A/N: Thank you for reading and joining me on this journey.

Words: 3.4k

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Parte 3

“Get up!” You jolted awake at the sound of Velasco’s booming voice.

You instinctively backed away as he neared you, grabbing you by the wrist and holding up your hand.

“What is this?” He questioned angrily, his words thick and unsteady as he shoved your ring clad hand back into you. You couldn’t tell if it was the dying, reflective glow of the candles, but you could’ve swore you saw fire in his eyes. You moved the hand behind your back, as if that could undo what had happened. You stammered a response unsure of what to say.

“A ring, that rose,” Velasco began, turning your attention to the rose laying on your window sill. His words were slurred and as he got closer to you, you could smell the mezcal on his breath.

“You think I didn’t notice how you looked at that revolutionary?” Your heart sank, heavy with sudden dread at the mention of Javier.

“Was he in here?” You began to tremble. Your eyes glossed over with tears. You had been caught.

“Answer me.” He finally demanded through clenched teeth. You opened your mouth to speak, but a forceful blow silenced you, sending a wave of pain and fear through your body.

You yelped at the stinging sensation, instantly holding your cheek with your hand. His looming body stood over you as you cowered lowly, choking back a sob as tears began to stream down your face. Without facing your assailant, you bolted towards the door.

His shouting echoed behind you, but in his drunken state he was no match for your swiftness. You ran through the courtyard, the cold night air hitting your skin and causing the stinging on your cheek to intensify. The gate would be locked, so you climbed the crates as you had done plenty of times before. In your rush, you lost your footing, hitting the floor with a thud as you scraped your limbs. Even so, you ran.

The pueblo was silent, but your own heavy breathing and sobs filled the night’s air. You didn’t bother with being quiet. All you could focus on was getting to Javier’s home. Once there, you knocked rapidly on the door, seeing the light of candles coming from inside.

It was Dolores, Javier’s mother, who answered the door, peeking slightly. Her eyes widened as she saw you, letting out a curse before quickly getting you inside. She pulled you in for a brief hug, and it was in her arms that you let yourself unravel.

“Desahogate,” She comforted soothingly.

She let you cry against her before holding you at arms length to look you up and down. “Are you okay? What happened? Javier!” She called out before you could answer.

In the heat of everything that was happening you didn’t realize that you could hear a multitude of voices coming from the kitchen. As you peered in from where you stood, you saw various men surrounding the dinner table as you heard Eduardo’s familiar voice speak to them all. The view was covered by Javier entering the main living area as he heard his mother’s call.

He froze at your sight. “‘Ta madre,” was all he managed to mutter. He rushed over to you, his eyes filled with concern. Your shoulders fell as he pulled you in, feeling relief in his touch.

His lips were tight as he carefully examined your swollen cheek. A pang of shame filled your body as he got a closer look, delicately holding your chin to keep you in place.

“Get a wet cloth.” He told his mother, who dutifully headed into the kitchen. With his attention back to you, Javier tenderly brushed your cheek with his fingertips. At your flinch he instantly backed his hand away.

Javier’s anger was bubbling just beneath his calm exterior. His gaze met yours as he spoke, “Stay here tonight.” You nodded at his words.

He looked at your tear-stained, swollen cheek once more before whispering plainly to himself, “I’m going to kill him.”

His threat loomed in the air. Before you could say anything you looked down at his clothes. He had his usual black pants and brown blazer; however across his chest was a bandolier and hanging from his waist was a gun belt adorned in weaponry. It was what he typically wore when he went bounty hunting. Suddenly, things were beginning to piece themself together.

“What’s going on?” You asked intently, looking back up to him.

“Eduardo— well, he and I have been planning something for a while. After the discussion we had today with… you know…” He trailed off. Your stomach tightened at the mere alluding to Velasco. “We decided to speed up our plans. We’re burning the fields tonight.”

Your mind raced as you tried to fully grasp what he said. At the same time, Dolores re-entered the main area, placing a cold, wet cloth on your cheek, making you wince in pain.

“I told him it was a bad idea.” Her tone was full of warning as she kept her eyes on your cheek.

“I’ll be fine.” Javier insisted, repeating the phrase for good measure, “We’ll be fine. Just stay here.”

You looked at him with worried eyes, but before you could say anything the men entered from the kitchen area, adorned in their own weaponry and carrying jugs of what you assumed was a flammable liquid.

Eduardo looked at you with quick concern before addressing Javier, “We need to go.”

Javier nodded, pressing a soft kiss against the ring on your hand before following the group of men out the front door and into the dark night.

You stayed with Javier’s mom and sister, unable to shake your worries as you sat on their couch. The moon was still bright in the sky. Anxiety ate at you as you thought about what Velasco was doing. Would he send soldiers to find you? Were they already looking? The fear that Dolores and Carmen could be hurt because of you twisted your chest.

Javier.

The name that could once make your head spin, only made your stomach turn. Would he be okay? Is he still alive?

Dolores remained at her kneeling space in front of their altar. This time not only muttering Emiliano’s name, but also Javier’s. Carmen paced the home, distracting herself with different tasks to keep busy as you all waited for any news. You remained frozen on their couch; your head in your hands as your thoughts began to consume you.

Suddenly, Dolores sighed, “Carmen, are you cooking something?” At Carmen’s gentle denial, she continued, “Then what is that smell?”

You looked up, and with a sniffle the burning scent became clear. Carmen caught on at the same time you did, running to the door and flinging it open. Smoke began to seep into the home. You jumped from your seat to look out the door. The thick clouds of smoke were covering the moonlit sky, in the distance you could see the bright glow coming from the direction of the agave fields. They had done it.

You followed Carmen outside, coughing slightly as the thick smoke enveloped the area like a blanket. Other villagers must have noticed as well, coming out of their homes to see what was happening.

From the other side of the village you heard a faint scream. Gunfire crackled from the direction of the fields. The sounds of hooves pounding on the sandy ground pulled you from your frozen trance as men raced by. Soldiers, on horseback and on foot, moved through the pueblo, some heading toward the fields while others dealt with the growing battle within the pueblo itself.

Dolores followed the two of you, but was immediately thrown into a rough coughing fit as the smoke hit her aging lungs. She fell to her knees, holding her chest as she wheezed. Carmen moved to help her quickly, bringing her to her feet and walking her back into the house. You moved to follow, but as the shouting increased around you, you turned at the increasingly chaotic scene before you.

Soldiers and revolutionaries clashed fiercely, but the situation worsened as soldiers began attacking innocent villagers who, like you, had now become entangled in the conflict. Amidst the chaos, the sounds of distant gunfire and shouts filled the air. The dark night mixed with the thick smoke made visibility nearly impossible, with only the moon's faint glow and the distant light of the burning fields offering any hope of sight.

The soldiers seemed to be gaining the upper hand, as they dragged different bodies to beat into obedience. The smoke had finally reached your lungs, throwing you into a violent coughing fit exacerbated by the sand being kicked up all around the pueblo. As you tried to turn and head back into the house, a soldier seized you by the arm.

“Get over h—” He growled.

You turned to look at the soldier, seeing it was Cabo Diego. His anger faltered when he recognized you, and confusion crossed his face, “You? What are you doing here?”

You remained silently distraught as he looked you up and down. Your breathing was unsteady from the smoke and sand filling your lungs, you had scrapes tainting your skin, and your cheek was still swollen and tear-stained.

He must’ve come to his own conclusions as his look turned into one of pity, “You were caught in the attack?”

“What?” You asked, still completely distraught with all that was happening around you. Cabo Diego shook his head before taking you by the arm and pulling you away.

As he dragged you through the village, you saw Javier’s home become smaller and smaller until it was completely out of vision. He shouted orders at other men as he rushed you up to the top of the hill.

The villa was empty, but not because the revolutionaries hadn’t gotten to it. The sight was jarring; the villa in obvious disarray. You stepped over the soil and ceramic pieces from the fallen planters as you followed Cabo Diego into the house. In the kitchen, you both approached Capitán González and Sargento Flores.

“I found her.” Cabo Diego began, gesturing towards you and interrupting the conversation the men were having, “She must’ve been grabbed by revolutionaries during the attack.”

He spoke as if you weren’t there. You didn’t say anything. Afraid of what Velasco could’ve told them and of what their next move would be.

Capitán González looked at you with sympathetic eyes and a deep sigh, “Alejandro— General Velasco, he’s… been killed.”

The sensation of your heart sinking felt disorienting. Part of you expected to feel relief, but instead, you were overcome with an unexpected pang of sympathy for the man. You didn’t expect to feel it, but it felt instinctual for the man who was your husband for so long. You took a deep breath, unsure of what to say to the men who were looking at you earnestly.

Capitán González cleared his throat, signaling Sargento Flores and Cabo Diego to go back to their duties before speaking with you privately, “The revolutionaries. They burned the fields. We went out there, but your husband never made it. Apparently, it was a distraction. There were men waiting here, they killed him.”

Javier. You knew it was him. You let out a deep sigh, the weight of the news feeling heavy on you.

“We have an idea of who it was. The men who were here for dinner. They would’ve been the only ones who knew how to get into the villa and where to find him.” He explained, “Don’t worry ma’am, we’ll find who did this.”

You remained staring at him numbly, giving only a tiny nod. What could you possibly tell him? That you hoped he’d never find the man responsible?

He cleared his throat uncomfortably before continuing, “We will have patrol around and inside the villa. I suggest you begin packing your things, señora. The Velasco family will send a stagecoach for you at sunrise.”

You finally got the courage to speak up at your newfound confusion, “Send for me?”

He nodded, “Yes. You will need to leave Nuevo Paraíso immediately and head down to Veracruz. They will take care of you there.”

You stood dumbfounded. It hadn’t occurred to you that this would be their next step. González bid you a stiff goodbye and gave his condolences once more before leaving the villa, assumingly going to attend to the chaos that was filling Punta Orgullo.

You made your way towards your room. You were going to pack your things, but not for Veracruz and not to be with the Velasco family who’d you’d only met once at your wedding.

No, rather, you were planning to stay with Javier and his family. There you would be—

You gasped as you opened the door into your once shared room. His body wasn’t there, but the bed was stained with the blood of your now former husband. The deep red sight lit only by candles made your stomach churn.

You moved in a hurry to pack your things, throwing everything in the trunk at the foot of your bed, which you were purposefully avoiding looking at. In your mind a million different worries raced. You began to feel overwhelmed, tears welled up in your eyes. You were packing to leave with a man who you weren’t even sure was alive, while seeing the blood of another draped across the bed.

You went to the window sill, the unarmed rose Javier left still laid there. As you picked it up delicately every emotion you had felt finally caught up to you, making you double over in a weary sob. You felt emotionally exhausted.

The door to your room swung open, and González’s eyes widened at the sight of you. He moved to check if you were alright, unsure of how to comfort you, “Señora, we’ve caught them.”

He reached his hand to your shoulder, but you only jumped away from his touch, looking at him with bewildered eyes.

“What?” you choked out.

“The men— who killed Alejandro. The revolutionaries are retreating. We’ve captured their leaders.” He spoke as if his words would be reassuring to you. “They will be hanged at sunrise for their crimes against México.”

His words only deepened your agony. You buried your head in one of your hands, the other holding onto the rose as your sobs grew more intense.

To anyone, it might seem as though you were grieving your deceased husband, but each tear was a silent tribute to Javier. Your mind was flooded with the idea that come sunrise he would be gone.

González called out for help as he lifted you to your feet, saying something about having someone pack for you while you rested. He walked you downstairs, sitting you on a couch before leaving to direct more workers.

Javier was to be hanged at sunrise, for treason and assassination. You wanted to stop it; you needed to stop it, but felt helpless to the situation as the villa was full of soldiers patrolling and helping pack up your deceased husband’s belongings to be sent to Veracruz, along with you.

As dawn crept up, the world seemed to hold its breath, caught between night and day.

You hoped sunrise would never come. You felt exhausted, but were unable to sleep; the sheer worry kept you up. You listened in to different conversations in the villa, but were unable to gather any information on where Javier or the others were being held. You desperately asked to see the lead revolutionaries, but were denied each time, coming off as a weeping widow.

As the sun inched up, the air became crisp and cool. You moved out into the courtyard, your hands growing cold as you held onto the thornless rose, the last Javier would ever give you.

As the sun rose, the sky transformed into a delicate pale pink. It would’ve been comforting if it didn’t signify the most unforgiving fate. The men were being executed in the plaza, a haunting joke from above, as it was the exact spot you had met Javier. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop the execution.

At sunrise, you were helped into the large stagecoach sent by the Velasco family. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion as you sat in the velvet seat, the dim morning light filtering through the frosted windows. You closed the curtain as the driver and guard had hopped off the front to head inside to speak with Capitán González and gather everything that was coming to Veracruz with you.

You laid your head back against the seat in a tired defeat. The tapping on the window snapped you from your drowsy state.

You pushed the curtain open and jumped from your seat at the sight of Javier. Without any hesitation, you threw the door open to pull him inside, bringing him into a tight embrace.

His body was warm, just as it always was, but felt especially so in comparison to the cold you had been feeling both internally and externally. Tears welled in your eyes once more as relief, fear, and hope somehow all enveloped you. You clung to him, and when he cupped your face to kiss you for a split second his eyes that once held only virtue and dignity, held fear and sorrow.

He kissed you deeply as if he were savoring every inch of you. You kissed him back desperately, overwhelmed with emotion at his touch. His warmth enveloped you and you knew then that you never wanted to feel another touch again.

“You’re alive,” You beamed with tears in your eyes, still holding him close. He nodded happily, the similar tears swelling in his eyes.

“Yeah,” He breathed out, giving a sniffle before continuing, “I- I got out, but… Eduardo and Gael… they killed them.” He spoke lamentably, his voice shaking slightly as he recognized what was supposed to be his fate alongside his companions.

“They’re going to hunt me down,” He whispered shakily, “I have to leave.”

“I’ll go with you.” You nodded, completely ready to abandon the stagecoach and go anywhere as long as it was with him.

But he shook his head at you softly.

“I’m sorry mi vida…”

Distraught by his words you shook your head, “What? No. I’m going with you.” You insisted.

He sighed heavily, “I can’t have you come with me. They are going to hunt me down and kill me the second they have the chance. I need you safe… and that means away from me. I’m not leaving for my own safety; I’m leaving to ensure yours. You deserve a long, fulfilling life. You’ll be safe wherever they’re sending you, and I’ll be alive once I head North.”

“North?” You asked softly, “To America?”

He nodded somberly, “I already said goodbye to my mom and Carmen…”

You looked at him. The guitar and sombrero on his back, the clothes covered in dirt and dried blood: this was his last stop before leaving.

This was his final goodbye.

He took your hand, delicately intertwining your fingers, “Where are they taking you?”

“South to Veracruz…” You muttered, filled with despair.

“Veracruz,” he repeated, as if committing the name to memory.

You both remained silent, overtaken by the sorrowful energy of your final interaction. His finger continued to brush over your ring, delicately tracing over the engraved roses as his heart filled with a deep remorse.

“I love you,” He reassured you, “We’ll see each other again,” pressing a tender kiss against your lips. But your hope was long gone.

Still, you nodded and muttered against his lips, “I love you too.”

With a final sigh, he slowly exited the stagecoach, struggling to let go of your hand. He stood outside the stagecoach as you leaned out the window, wanting to hold onto him for as long as you could. He kissed where the gold band rested on your finger tenderly.

“I’ll see you soon, preciosa.” The now orange sky burned in his eyes as you tried your best to keep them in your memory.

With those words, he let go of your hand. Backing away, he committed your own gaze to memory. At last, he turned to leave covertly. As you watched him head North towards America and into the horizon, you knew you’d never love again.

[witchie-writings]

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEYYYYY

ok i wanna do sum short if request are closed please ignore :)

King Ghidorah x human! reader who can hear far away kinda like dolores from encanto? One-shot or HC what ever you prefer 🙃

“Tonight. He wants 5 babies.” -Dolores

More than happy to oblige, Anon! Not a lot of King Ghidorah HCs around, so I suppose I got to support what I can lol. Had to make it short because TUMBLR

Ah, King Ghidorah, my long lost love. The False King, Destroyer of Worlds, Monster Zero, the Death Song of Three Storms… ends up with a human mate. Quite unexpected, very unexpected. The mere thought of Ghidorah wooing a human to become his mate was just absurd to Monarch scientists: who was this person, why did they become Ghidorah’s mate, how did they become Ghidorah’s mate?! All these unanswered questions, and they definitely weren’t going to be able to grab answers from the walking hurricane himself, or more specifically, the heads.

With having a human as his mate, Ghidorah has to be careful, ungodly amounts of careful, but if they possess the unique ability to be able to hear noises from leagues away? Ichi is surprised the human hasn’t gone insane from all of the over stimulants, and is genuinely worried about their health because of this power. 

Ichi is the head that took the longest to warm up to, but he is the head that cares the most about the well-being of his mate. Whenever he could, Ichi would lean down, tenderly nudging his mate with concern practically brimming from his golden gates; his tongue would flick out, grazing over his mate, speaking through his actions as he cannot convey words. If Nii or San, specifically Nii, attempt to do any sort of skit in an attempt to irritate or get a reaction from their shared mate, Ichi would be the one to harshly bite into one of their horns, yanking them up and emitting warning growls from his throat as a vague threat should they continue to pester their S/O. 

God, Ichi would be borderline trying to make as little noise as possible (for a god damn Kaiju) for his S/O’s sake. I imagine with that sort of hearing, you could accidentally burst your eardrums, as to hear that far, you gotta learn to heighten your hearing to travel across that distance; one wrong step, and you could have a ruptured ear. Ichi would piece that together pretty quickly, and just… try to tell his other heads to shut it. Minimal blinking, minimal breathing, minimal everything in general. He just wants his S/O to be comfortable.

Then, there’s Nii. Oh, my sweet lovable Nii. Ever the aggressor and one to cause chaos, he’d be absolutely overbearing to where he’d be causing so much noise in an attempt to help his S/O. He’d blow up at Ichi or San for the smallest of things - they’re being too loud, so he’d attempt to bully them into shutting up, then start a fight with Ichi and that’s a whole clownfest in itself. Nii would be the head that took the second longest to warm up to his new S/O, as he isn’t as highly guarded as Ichi is, but it’s still quite the accomplishment to be able to reign Nii in because of his nature as a whole. 

God, his S/O has him wrapped around their tiny fingers. Would do absolutely anything for them… then get into fights over the heads about it. Through their shared mental connection, he recommends the idea of ear muffs and how they should grab some immediately, right now, and then try to tug the body to the nearest store. He’s trying, he really is, but he doesn’t really realize his actions cause more harm than good… it’s the thoughts that count, right?

San is the easiest to warm up to, due to his quite jolly nature and interest in humans as a whole. He’d find it quite curious about his mate’s hearing abilities, always wondering, what can they hear? Can they hear Godzilla snoring in the ocean? He has to know! So he does bug his S/O more often than not, he doesn’t mean to cause any harm! He’s just a curious noodle, a very curious one indeed.

Once Ichi and Nii explain the situation, he does feel quite guilty. After all, he’d feel as though he’s been contributing to the strain on his S/O, when he really didn’t mean to. He’d try his best to be more quiet, but he does slip up quite often. Please don’t blame him, he’s trying. 

[dragoneyes618]

now and always

"Name this child," Padre Flores intoned, and paused, waiting for Félix and Pepa to respond.

It was Pepa who answered, taking a deep breath. The family had heard the baby's name before, of course, he was a month old. But never his full name, not until now, and with good reason. She and Félix had had many hushed conversations in the past month, whenever they were sure Dolores was in her room.

Dolores, proud to be named as godmother, stood beside her father, carefully holding her baby brother. Did she know? They'd done their best not to let her overhear them, unsure themselves of their final decision until recently. But her daughter heard everything.

Félix grasped her hand.

Pepa took another deep breath. "Antonio," she said. The sun was shining and it was drizzling all at once, but her voice was steady. "Antonio Bruno Espinosa Madrigal."

The church had already been quite, but the silence that followed was so loud Pepa could hear it ring.

Padre Flores almost dropped the prayer book.

Agustín nearly fell out of his seat. Julieta steadied him, a hand over her mouth.

For just a moment, Camilo was a tall, glowing green figure with a wicked grin.

Flowers sprouted out of Isabela's hair.

And Mamá....Mamá had her hand over her heart. In the brief moment that Pepa risked looking at her, her eyes were closed. Pepa looked away before she opened them.

Padre Flores coughed loudly, several times, and cleared his throat. "Right!" he said quickly. "Okay, uh, do you, Félix and Pepa Madrigal...."

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Dolores made a point of talking to her baby brother like he could understand her and loudly calling him by his full name. Her parents assumed the former was because she was excited to have a baby sibling, and the latter was to get them all used to his name.

Bruno wept.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Who was the last deadly victim of the Spanish Inquisition?

Technically, the last victim sentenced to death by the Spanish Inquisition was María de los Dolores López, a Sevillian nun killed in 1781 for heresy. However, things didn't stop there.

The Spanish government of the Three Liberal Years (1820-1823) technically abolished the Inquisition, but the Inquisition continued the same now under the name of "Faith Tribunals". The same men who were inquisitors continued to do the same job as members of the Faith Tribunals, and the Inquisition's prisons simply became the Faith Tribunal's prisons. De facto, everything stayed the same until 1834.

Then, who was the last person killed by these fanatic tribunals?

It was this man: Gaietà Ripoll i Pla. A teacher sentenced to death in the city of València in the year 1826.

He was born in Solsona (Catalonia) in 1778. He fought in the Peninsula War against Napoleon's invasion, but in 1810 was captured as a prisoner of war and taken to France. There, he met Quakers and converted to Deism (belief in God that can be observed through empirical means, but not follower of one specific religion or Church). Four years later he came back and became a teacher.

He taught children in Russafa (nowadays, this town has been absorbed by the growing city of València and has become a neighbourhood of València), in a house built by the neighbours and also giving private lessons. Russafa was a very rural town, where most of its inhabitants worked in the fields and did not know how to read nor write.

Writings of the time show that Gaietà was very respected by the neighbours, who praised his integrity and goodness, but the fact that he did not go to mass caught people's attention. When a local woman asked him why he didn't go, he answered that he knew more than the priests. After some time, some neighbours told the Archbishop of València that this teacher was not following Catholicism's rules and wasn't making children pray in school.

He was arrested in October 1824 and jailed for two years in what used to be the Inquisition's prison in València, which was now the Valencian Faith Tribunal's prison. The inquisitor (now president of València's Faith Tribunal) Miguel Toranzo wrote that Gaietà refused to accept the truth of Catholicism and that he told children in his school that they should not say Ave María Purísima and that it's not necessary to hear mass in order to be saved.

To sentence him to death, the tribunal used the Medieval Partidas laws from Castile, which sentenced to death those Christians who had walked away from Catholicism to become heretics or Jewish. He was sentenced to be hanged and burned, but the sentence added that "nowadays no nation in Europe burns or materially sentences men to the flames", thus "the burning can be represented by painting flames on a bucket, which the executioner will place under the scaffold so that the prisoner's suffocated body will fall in it".

And that's how it went. He was hanged in València's Market Square, fell on the fake-flames bucket, and his body was thrown to the Túria river.

During all the centuries that it lasted for, the Inquisition/Faith Tribunals caused unimaginable amounts of suffering and death, not only to the people they were torturing and killing, also to their families, their friends, their neighbourhoods (consider the fear and trauma inflicted on everyone who saw it happen and knew it could happen to anyone), their whole communities (was the mostly-illiterate town of Russafa not better with the work of this kind-hearted teacher who gave its children a formal education?), and even the whole of Humanity (we have lost countless works of art, of science, philosophy, medicine, new ideas that could bring us all better times). Even after the end of the Inquisition/Faith Tribunals, even after the end of the Spanish national-Catholic dictatorship (1939-1978), there is so much that we can never get back that was taken by religious fanaticism / Christian extremism.

Translation of the plaque: València's City Council restores this plaque which was in this square between the years 1906 and 1940, in homage to Gaietà Ripoll i Pla, a freethinker teacher who had his school in Russafa and who was the Inquisition's last victim.

[gelly-fsh]

Glasses

"Uhg es que este dolor de cabeza está insoportable, I can't believe I left without my glasses, why am I like this?" Sirius could hear James before he saw him, he was lying lazily against a tree near the quiddicht pitch waiting for Remus to finish his study session with Lily and Regulus, but he inmediately perked up when he heard his best friend's voice.

He looked really stressed out, with one hand on his hair and another one just raised in front of him (probably to stop himself from running into anything, the idiot). He was slowly making his way to the Pitch benches the moment Sirius decided to take pity on the poor man and go to help him.

As he was silently making his way to James, James head perked up again and he saw him. Sirius could clearly see him squinting his eyes trying to identify who Sirius was, but just a moments later he saw James give him one of the warmest smiles he has ever seen.

"My love! You are here!" Whatever precaution James was having was thrown out of the window as James quickly made his way towards Sirius, who was at that moment extremely flabbergasted.

What the fuck?!?! Sirius mind was a mess, and he was so confused he was not able to form a word.

When James stood in front of him, he softly cupped Sirius cheeks with both of his hands and smiled "I thought you were in the library with Remus and Lily, did you finished early Mi Amor?" James was talking so lovingly that Sirius brain malfunctioned for a second, because since when Prongs had a partner??? Why did he not tell Sirius???

"Oh come here" James said, before he squished his cheeks and gave him a peck in the lips and in his forehead "Que chico más bello, so beautiful"

The peck was all Sirius needed to get out of his stupor, pushing James with so much force he almost fell back on his ass "WHAT THE FUCK PRONGS?"

When James registered Sirius voice, he instantly went pale, spluttering the sentence that would change everything "You're not Regulus"

"Of course I'm not my fucking brother, why the fuck did you do tha-" Sirius stopped, and he could vow that white noise started filling his ears

"Were the kisses and the sweet words meant for my brother, Potter?"

"Sirius, I need you to relax" Jame started, slowly making distance between him and Sirius, not that that could deter Sirius when he is fixated.

"Answer my fucking question James"

"....yes, yes they were"

"Ok" Sirius breathed out, gaze lost for a bit until he suddenly gained conscience again "I have to kill you now"

"Yeah, I know" James breathed out, expression solemn "Can I at least fetch my glasses before you do?"

"You have 15 seconds before I start hunting you down, you brotherfucker"

"Thats enough" and after that, he ran.

Sirius will analyze this moment and information later on, and he could fine it within himself to be happy for the couple after a bit, but right now? James will suffer for a bit.

He also need to go find Regulus after this, that little shit owes him all the details about how the fuck that relationship even happened.

[gamerbearmira]

heya

so.

i may have tried something? HASIFUHASF it was something i had thought about while going about my day today, so i wanted to try writing it

hope it makes sense and i got a grasp of the voices and characters right LMAO

but anyway yes here you go

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Camilo quietly breathed out as Mirabel’s question hanged over them all in that moment.

…are we too late for a miracle?

All six of them just stood in silence, in the middle of the common area of their shared bedroom—or more accurately, the nursery. 

He grimaced. They were all still in the nursery, even after so many years had passed. Not that it was bad. It was actually fun to be with his hermana, hermanito, and primas in the same room. They were all together, supporting one another. They were never alone with each other.

But they couldn’t deny that they were lucky that the nursery kept expanding as they all grew older. Camilo didn’t know what would have happened if the nursery stayed the same size and space it had been before. He could only imagine what it was like for his hermana and primas back then. 

They were lucky with this, since they were already unlucky enough in all other aspects of their lives.

Camilo bit the inside of his cheek, looking up to see everyone looking at each other. He met each of their eyes himself, seeing a glint in all of them—one that he intimately knew was reflected in his own—and understood instantly.

This was one of the perks of rooming together for years, of being each others’ main encouragement and support system everyday, of just being together through it all.

A single glance could hold an entire conversation.

They all want to get away.

No words needed to be said.

Camilo nodded at the same time as everyone else did, watching all his primas and hermana start shuffling towards a certain wall, and was about to do the same himself, when he found his hermanito reaching out and gently tugging Luisa’s skirt.

His prima mayor looked down at Antonio, who was biting his lips. “Toñito? What’s wrong?” She tenderly placed a hand on top of his own.

Antonio looked up at her, allowing Luisa to take his hand into her own. “Wouldn’t Mama, Papa, Tia, and Tios come looking for us?” he asked quietly, as if to make sure nobody else but them could hear his question, even when the party noise outside was already drowning everything else out. 

Camilo couldn’t stop the snort that escaped him at his hermanito’s question. “Don’t think we have to worry about that, Toñio.” He sounded a bit too dismissive, maybe, but…well. A quick glance at the rest told him what they thought too.

Luisa kept staring at her youngest primo, an awkward smile slowly forming on her face as her eye twitched once. Dolores made a surprised, quiet but high pitched ‘Hm’ sound. Mirabel just winced, subconsciously rubbing her arm.

All of them already knew the answer to the question.

Isabela had snorted too, shaking her head as she placed a hand on the youngest’s head to gently ruffle it. “Milo’s right. They’ll be too busy entertaining the guests right now.”

Dolores nodded, stepping forward to stand next to her older prima, smiling at him gently as she took his other hand. “It’ll likely be a while before they try to find us.”

If they even would, Camilo found himself thinking, before blinking rapidly. Hey, no. No. No bad thoughts, stop thinking that, Milo. 

Camilo swallowed. Everyone in the 3rd generation knew that their padres loved them. They always tried their best. They cared. They always cared.

It was just…their Mama and Tia and Tio were always seen, always perfect, always in the spotlight, rarely able to step away—if they ever stepped away at all.

Even Papa and Tio Agustin were seen in the light, despite them not having gifts themselves.

It was always how it was ever since then.

The Perfect Magical Triplets. Always seen. Always shining. Always perfect.

How could they step away from the light they’ve known every day to follow after the kids who had always been standing on the side, shrouded in darkness all their lives?

Camilo shook his head. Not something he wanted to think about right now.

He watched Antonio stare at them all for a moment longer, before slowly nodding at their words. 

"Don't worry, Toñito. We'll be fine." Mirabel sent a gentle smile at her primo, the smile brightening a little when he gave a small, subdued smile back. Isabela went to ruffle his hair again as Luisa and Dolores chuckled quietly, both keeping a gentle but firm grip on his hands.

Camilo watched them, wanting to commit this moment to his memories forever.

Mirabel stared at them softly for another moment as well, before breathing out, her smile dropping slightly. She stepped right next to Camilo, bumping shoulders with him and gesturing towards a certain painting in the room. “To the den?”

Camilo chuckled wearily, lightly bumping her shoulder back. He looked at the rest of his primas and hermana and hermanito for a moment, all of them looking at the painting with tired and resigned eyes. 

He turned back to the painting too, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “To the den.”

Away from the light.

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asked my friend to choose a grandkid randomly and he had chosen camilo, so...camilo pov! WOOOO AHSFUAHf genuinely hope this is alright hehe

also, its not really clear, but the painting on the wall is still in the nursery, and behind said painting is the entrance to the walls, since i was thinking it might be hard for the kids to sneak to the painting past all the people there if it was outside and the party was still going on, plus easy access to the den yknow HAHAHA

but we can also still keep the painting entrance to the walls right next to dolores' room (or at least...where dolores' room should have been HASFUASUF) if you want hehe

but anyway yes, hope you enjoy AAAAAAAA <333

Away from the light NOOO COME BACK <\\\333

Not but. Mic coming in clutch with the peak writing as always??? Love this so much, no matter how sad it is <33

It does make me feel bad for the kids. I mean it's Antonio's literal birthday, but since he didn't get a gift (not that anyone was expecting him to at this point), he's not even the center of attention. The triplets are. And they know that, so they know they'll be fine in the walls just to get away. And how Antonio has to accept that fact 😭😭

AND? The fact that they know that no one will look for them for a hot minute and the fact that they can go to one of their many hiding places. Like bro 😭😭 someone give these guys a piece of cake and hug 💀💀 at least the dads are there for them. Most of the time ＼(;´□｀)/

Julieta meant so well, but in the end they still ended up unhappy in some way. And it's cause she never really got rid of the root of the problem: Alma's mentality

[zafirosreverie]

No cure (Julieta x Reader)

for nonie, hope you like it

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“Mom? Please answer me…I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen”

“Julieta, please…we need you, you can’t leave Bruno and I alone”

“Mija, your family misses you, your daughters need you, don’t leave us”

She could hear the voices in her room, she could feel her sister’s rain on her, her daughters hugging her, she could see the blurry form of her mother in front of her and her niece crying some steps behind. But that didn’t matter to her. They all knew why she was in that state. They knew it was their fault.

"I can't go on like this anymore" you had written "I love you, but I can't keep living in fear of not waking up again. I'm sorry"

And the rest of your letter had been erased due to her tears. The edges of it were torn and wrinkled, from the strength with which she clung to that piece of paper every night, as if her life depended on it, as if she could pull you out of the ink. It was painful, but it was the last thing that was left of you.

There were too many things she would regret for the rest of her life, no matter how short or how long that was, but allowing her daughters to cross so many lines with you, letting things get out of hand and not protecting you when she had to, was by far what weighed the most on her.

It came as no surprise to anyone that Isabela was cold and sharp with you, of her three daughters, she was the one who had been most mad at her when she divorced Agustín and the first to yell at her when she announced that she was dating someone else.

Julieta had tried to be understanding and patient with her, waiting for her daughter to have time to process everything, something you did too, which is why you hadn't introduced yourself to the family until much later. You wanted to respect her daughters, something that none of the three wanted to do with you.

Surprisingly, Luisa was always the nicest to you. She wasn't really close to you, but she would at least smile at you a bit and talk to you politely, though she never really let you get close to her. Mirabel wasn't rude either, but it was terribly obvious that she didn't want you there either.

She was always cold with you, she didn't answer you when you spoke to her, she left the room as soon as you entered and her characteristic friendly smile was never directed towards you. She never said it out loud, but both you and her mother knew that she shared the same thought as her older sister: get out of here.

And then there was Isabela.

From the first moment you set foot in Casita, the young woman made it her mission to make your life a hell. She was always making comments about your appearance, your body, your usefulness (which was none in her opinion), something that Julieta knew were your worst insecurities. She was always rude when she talked to you, she took every opportunity she got to remind you that you didn't belong in the family, that you would never be worthy of her mother.

Your girlfriend was always trying to calm things down, to reassure you that it was just a phase, that she loved you, that she wanted you by her side, and that her daughters would soon accept you, but she knew that every time you left the dining room without even touching your food, a part of you withered away. There came a time when she could no longer lie to herself.

The rest of the family wasn't helping either. Camilo played cruel pranks on you just to make Mirabel smile and even sweet Antonio looked down on you, if only to imitate his favorite cousin, and you also lost your voice. Dolores was always listening to you, of everything you did or said, so that Isabela could have more ammunition against you, there was no secret of yours that the two girls did not know, which left you vulnerable, paranoid and unable to really express anything for fear that it would be used against you. Little by little you stopped talking, even with her. The only times the healer would hear your voice was in the safety of night, in her room, where her niece couldn't hear you.

Julieta had tried to talk to the six children, but none had quit on their mission to torture you. She tried with Pepa and Felix, but her sister just shrugged and told her that she knew what she was getting into when she separated from her husband. Her brother-in-law had simply agreed with her sister, as always.

Mom didn't do anything either. She hadn't even wanted to accept you into the family, so she didn't care what her grandchildren did with you, the sooner you left and let her daughter "fix things" with Agustín, the better (no, she didn't care that said daughter had told her that there was nothing to fix, that everything was over between her and her ex-husband).

The only person who tried to make you feel welcome besides her was Bruno, and that didn't even count because the only reason he had to be nice to you was a vision he had. Julieta didn't want to know what was on the green tablet, the only thing that mattered to her was that before that, her brother hadn't wanted anything to do with you either. She was really alone in this. She started to be afraid you’d leave her because all her “family” was doing, but you always put a smile on your precious face and said you could hold yourself together for a little more.

And then the stupid Belladonna thing happened. 

You already knew that you would never receive a beautiful flower from Isabela, and it was not uncommon for the occasional thorn to appear in your shoes (you had gotten used to checking them before putting them on for that very reason), but she never thought that the cruelty of her daughter could go so far.

She must have been suspicious when her eldest daughter had smiled sweetly at you, when she had spoken to you tenderly and offered a cup of tea she had never made. She could see in your eyes that you were just as confused and a little scared, but it was the first time that Isabela didn't insult you when talking to you, and you didn't want to ruin a possible peace agreement by rejecting it.

So you took it and thanked her with a soft smile that had warmed even her heart. For a moment, the older woman allowed herself to let down her guard and hope that things would get better. Silly of her, she forgot that she was the only daughter who could poison you.

You took a small sip, your mind torn between hoping that things would really get better, and fearing that it was just another joke. Perhaps you were expecting a spicy or salty touch, or some other alteration, but in reality it was sweet... too sweet.

Alerts went off in you, but as the girl looked at you with hopeful eyes, you just smiled and finished your cup. Juliet saw everything a few steps behind you, her heart softened and beating with love and hope. It seemed the beginning of something new, of a better relationship with her daughters... then the nightmare began.

A few minutes later you clung to the kitchen counter as if your life depended on it, you were dizzy and disoriented, your hands were sweaty and she could see that your pupils were dilated. Your face turned red, you couldn't seem to breathe, and he barely had time to catch you before you collapsed.

Camilo and Mirabel leaned out and gave Isabela a high five, which she told the healer that you had been the victim of another prank, but for some reason, this seemed too serious. Dolores confirmed this when she ran in a few seconds later, her eyes wide and her face full of guilt.

Her niece was terrified and her voice cracked as she screamed that your heart rate was too fast, and that this was not part of the plan. Juliet barely had to hear the word "belladonna" before she gasped and raced against the clock.

She had picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, Casita seemed to be on her side for once and helped her up the stairs quickly, while she blocked out the screams of the family behind her. She managed to make you vomit and as soon as you breathed well again, she put an arepa in your mouth to prevent the poisoning from advancing. She acted fast and managed to get you completely to safety, but fear and mistrust were firmly imprinted on you.

You heard your girlfriend fighting with her eldest daughter, who didn't seem even the least bit sorry for what she had done to you, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the banter didn't stop after that. It was then that, despite how much you loved Juliet, you had to make a decision, and barely a week after that, you disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind you.

Julieta had cried even before she finished reading it, and her screams had woken everyone in the house, not just Dolores. At first her mother tried to get closer to her, but was greeted with a shoving and the most angry look she had ever seen in her life. Her anger was directed especially at her eldest granddaughter.

"It's not that bad, mom" Isabela said rolling her eyes.

"YOU COULD KILL HER!"

"You were there, weren't you? And I didn't even give him much belladonna, just a little-"

"ENOUGH!" Julieta had yelled, taking everyone by surprise "I'm sick of all this, I'm tired of all of you. She didn't do anything, she was never rude, she never raised her voice to anyone and you treated her like dirt"

"Juli-"

"Why?” she asked with a voice so broken that Alma wanted to cry “I have never done anything against this family. I was always your perfect golden doll, I never said no, I even married a man I didn’t want to because YOU thought it was the best for me. Was I a bad daughter?”

“No, mija, that’s-”

“Then why? Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t you all support me the only time I choose myself?” 

The Madrigals didn’t know what to say, and Julieta’s daughters were divided between the shock of knowing their mother didn't want to marry their father in the first place and seeing the woman the three of them looked up to breaking in front of them like a scared little girl.

“Julieta-”

“I know you never liked Y/N” she interrupted her sister “but I do, Pepa, I really do”

“Mom, I didn’t-”

“You don’t talk to me, Isabela” she growled “not tonight. You’re the one who treated her the worst, you tried to kill her for god’s sake! What if I hadn’t been there? Have you thought about it?”

The girl tried not to cry but her mother’s words were cutting her like sharp knives. Maybe because Julieta had never spoken to her like that before, maybe it was the deep disappointment in her eyes…or maybe, it was because she knew she was right. You could have died for what she did.

“But that doesn’t matter” the healer whispered “you got what you wanted. What ALL of you wanted. She’s gone…congratulations”

“Juli-”

“You didn’t want her to be part of the family” she cut her sister “now I wish I wasn’t either”

And with that, she had closed her room’s door on everyone’s faces, leaving all the family shocked, scared and feeling terribly guilty. They knew they couldn’t do anything at the moment, and Isabela and Dolores were crying, they just hoped things would get better the next day.

_______________

But the next day had turned into a week, and then a month. Julieta never spoke to any of them again, she didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, she didn’t even look at them. She just did her shores and locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red, her skin lost the healthy glow it once had, her hair was a mess, she lost weight and didn’t have that friendly and motherly shape anymore. She became a ghost.

And what scared them the most was that, by the third month after you left, the glow on her door faded. It reminded them of Bruno’s door before he came back. Pepa had cried and begged for her sister to forgive them all, Alma regretted every single choice she made about her daughter’s life without her consent, Dolores and Isabela were about to lose their sanity. Everyone missed Julieta, but none could do anything to bring her back. She was dying in front of them”

“Julieta, please…please” Pepa begged again

“Mija”

“Mami”

“There’s no use” Bruno sighed, making everyone look at him “we did this”

“Tío Bruno?” Mirabel asked as he showed them the vision he had 

“She’s not coming back” he whispered “there’s no cure for a broken heart”

[writing-fanics]

If it all ends tonight

Fred Weasley x Reader

[a/n: I haven’t read the books yet but planning on it. But I added some things from the book but this is mainly the movie]

[summary: Fred felt someone quickly shove him out e the way of the explosion. ‘Hey, y/n?’ Fred said, turning towards, them. ‘If it all ends tonight.’ He says, and they just look at him curiously holding their wand in their hands… ‘I lov-]

[Y/n] shuddered under their breath, as they stared at the protection shield. as it’s being pelted with spells by the enemies outside. never in their life did they think they’d end up fighting in a war. they hoped and prayed that nothing would destroy the shield.

Despite being a [house name], they were nervous and scared. the school was filled with children too young to fight, and older students either too scared or letting their bravery get the better of them.

[Y/n] though wanted to fight for the school they love. As well for the future of the Wizarding World. They felt someone take their hand and gently squeeze it. As if reassuring them that everything will be okay.

They turned towards that person, Fred Weasley. His twin brother George stood beside him. [Y/n] would never forget the day they first met the Weasley Twins, in their first year. The three having an affinity for pranks and jokes, they immediately hit it off. Causing mayhem and chaos. They’d never forget showing Dolores Umbridge, who’s boss.

The countless memories of pranks and jokes. Were made in this school here in theses walls. memories that would stay with them for the rest of their lives. and they weren’t going to let them be destroyed.

“You okay, Freddie?” George asked, his twin as he looked up at the sky.

“Yeah..” Fred said, still holding onto their hand. George turned towards his brother and gently elbowed him, with a smile on his face. “Me too.” He says, with a slight chuckle.

[Y/n] smiled softly, looking at their friends then back up at the sky. Holding their wand firmly in their hand. Fred turned towards them, as they stared up at the sky. He wanted to tell them now, the feelings that he’s being holding back for years.

‘if I’d only told them…’

‘Wake up!’

“Stupefy!” [Y/n] shouted, at the death eater who immediately blocked the spell. The death eater than sent the killing curse at them which they of course blocked.

[Y/n] was going to fight to live fight for their school. They needed to live to tell Fred how they feel. To tell him about their feelings which they hope will be returned.

“Hey, y/n?” Fred said, turning towards, them. “If it all ends tonight.” He says, and they just look at him curiously, as they shouted spells at death eaters.

“I lov-”

they pushed him outta the way, as they were engulfed by the debris from the explosion the last thing Fred saw was a smile on their face. before everything went black.

“Fred?!”

“Fred?!”

“Fred?!”

Fred opened his eyes, the back of his head was throbbing and his ears ringing. The side of his head was covered in blood. Percy stood over his younger brother shaking him and calling out his name.

“Y/n…?” Fred mumbled, and Percy pursed his lips and his hands fell to his side. His worried look immediately replaced with sadness.

Fred could hear the faint sound of sniffles. Slowly turning his head towards the one crying, to reveal it was no other than George. Crying over someone.. but who?

Where’s Y/n?

you already know that answer

Deep down Fred already knows but didn’t wanna believe it. “George.” His voice raspy and hoarse, “George.. who’s that?” George couldn’t say anything, as he cried.

“I’m so sorry, Freddie.” George said, sniffling. Fred slowly rose to his feet despite the pain in his body. Despite, the throbbing of his head he made his way.

He didn’t wanna believe it. It couldn’t be.. No.. No.. He fell to his knees; as the back of his throat started to burn. His eyes welled up with tears, “No, Y/n, No.” He whispered, taking her them from George’s arm and tried shaking them.

Pleading for them to wake up, but they didn’t move. They stayed still, and planted on their face. A smile, the last smile they gave Fred as they pushed them outta the way of the explosion.

[lolitafan1997]

I follow Dominique Swain on Instagram. One thing I’ve noticed, no matter what she posts, the comments are filled with men from every country and every language calling her Lolita.

My Lolita.

I love you Lolita.

My beautiful Lolita.

I can’t speak for her but I imagine that would drive you crazy. No wonder she does not interact with fans, or have social media.

Even interviews I can only find one or two from the 90’s when they were promoting the movie and then nothing.

I don’t blame her for being so private considering for 30 years she’s being stalked by perverts, but this really is unfortunate.

I would love to ask her legitimate questions about filming the movie, or pick her brain about the book as she said she read it over six times.

I would like to hear behind the scenes stories or what it was like to work with Adrian Lyne and Jeremy Irons.

But we will never get those answers because other guys can’t control themselves and need to be perverted stalkers.

Im sure there are also many young girls out there who could receive some good advice from someone who portrayed Dolores Haze and then dealt with Hollywood at such a young age.

I guess I’m just sad at everything we lost because people don’t know how to be respectful.

Anyone else feel like this? What would you ask her if you ever had the chance?

[sheriiam]

Premise

Poetry and Conclusion.

As Dolores kept on reading his namesake Shakespeare's works, William rested his head on his chin and looked at the poet.

"You never read Shakespeare, Ressy," William said, in a low yet clear and echoing voice.

"Get your premise right, mister logician. I do read Shakespeare. I just don't read it out to anyone. Well, not just anyone."

"Then to whom?" William asked, leaning forward to hear the answer.

"what absurd question. I'm reading it to you right now, aren't I? Who else happens to be present in this room?" Dolores said with a slight frown.

William chuckled. "Yes, but you said 'not just anyone.' You're implying that there is a category of people that you read it to. And I fall in that category."

Dolores waited. "So?"

"So I wish to know how you perceive this category of people. Who are they of yours? To you? Colleagues? Rivals? Family? Strangers―"

"Everything," Dolores said.

"Everything? Now you're being absurd, Ressy. No one can be everything to anyone. It's not practically possible. You're being poetic. I don't understand poetry―"

Dolores mumbled with a smile. "Yet you hear me recite."

"―give me something logical. What does it mean that someone's your everything? Are they the mother that gave you birth? The teacher who beat you? The villain who slit your throat? The lamp above your head? The book you hold? How are they your everything?

Dolores smiled. "Even with your logical cranium, you do understand a lot of poeticism, my friend. They aren't my mother to give me birth but they are the sun that gave me life, were I to imagine myself as a sapling. They are my teacher not since they beat me but since no one who stepped in my life walked out without teaching me something. They aren't my villain, but were they to become one, I'd chin up and look with pride at the ruins they created around me. I'd chin up and let them slit my throat."

"Dolores..." William whispered.

Dolores ignored that, even though hearing his own name had become a painfully heartwrencing activity. "The lamp that brightens my little world― ?" Dolores gestured around his library― "Why, yes, they are that. The innumerable words and phrases of love, solitude, desire, and pain bound in this book? Aren't- aren't people like that too, William? Aren't we all... books? And doesn't that really make you my...

William urged. "My what, Dolores?" he whispered. "Everything?"

Dolores shook his head with a smile. "No, just that."

[evita-shelby]

Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 8

Gif by @animusrox

Diane is itching to get time alone with Tom and ask him about it.

Did he mean it, or did he just say that because he knows it was like stabbing her dad with a knife?

Except the time she will get him all to herself so she can ask him about it keeps getting further and further away.

“One cheek, we’re Mexican not Spanish.” Her mother corrects when Tom greets her by kissing both of her cheeks. “Don’t let my husband catch you doing that, Tom.”

“Why, he’ll have me fitted for cement shoes?” he throws back feeling relieved her mother is much better person than her dear old father.

She was the perfect woman, Diane had always been told there was no other woman greater than those in her family, especially her darling mother.

Mrs. Addams from the Charles Addams comics with the looks and money of Dolores del Rio, Jack had said after meeting them at that party in New York.

A tough act to follow, if you asked Diane.

“No, that’s too wasteful these days, he’ll just have someone else shoot you for him.” Mama dismissed and took off her hat and glasses. “Now, where is my dear Florencia?”

“Off answering nature’s call at the end of hall, how was your drive, mama?” Diane asked greeting her mother warmly.

“Rather dull, well, not that dull, the driver keeps thinking I was going to kill him.” She said with a slight smirk.

Tom is not perturbed about this, but then again, Diane had said her mum was amazing.

“He got me a teddy, and he got Diane to let me go on the bigger rides and ---” Florence sings praises about him and some of the anxiety Dia had over this melts away into relief.

“How nice of him, mi niña.” Her mother smiles and nods at the appropriate places, half hearing Florence and half observing Tom to see if there are some discrepancies between the one she described and the one she met.

“Thank you for taking care of her and distracting her while she was here. Things at home have been awful, and I doubt they will get better for her.” Her mum thanks Tom genuinely, and he nods saying it was nothing.

He likes kids, and Florence was a good one so it was no problem for him to help Diane take care of her today.

Or so he says.

“Most would’ve taken all the credit, I see why my daughters like you so much, kid.” Her mother said with approval. “Don’t fuck it up, I am much more terrifying than my husband.”

“I have no doubt about that, ma’am.” He said as her guests finally leave.

“That went better than I expected.” She comments the moment the Mercedes fades from view.

“Ye of little faith.” Tom jokes and demands she reward him for making a good first impression.

Now is her chance.

No matter what he does to distract her, she manages to get her chance to ask him about it.

It should be easy to say it.

He wouldn’t have said it to her old man if he didn’t mean it, he thinks.

But when she asks looking at him with her big brown eyes and knowing everything depends on his answer he is left without words.

“Did you mean it?” she has her arms around his neck and they stand by the door because she caught him with a kiss goodbye.

A damn good kiss it was, he is still tasting her on his tongue when she springs the question in him.

Not many things leave Thomas Michael Bennett silent, but Diane has him fighting with himself to speak.

He has been with his fair share of girls and left the moment it got serious.

Tom’s never been the type to commit to something or someone and then Diane who slipped away the moment he tried to get close had him forgetting that.

After her no other girl could get his attention.

Half the time he’d sabotage his relationships because he’d found another girl to chase after.

But not Diane.

Diane who made him forget other girls existed the night she let him inside her vardo.

Did she put a spell on him that night, he wonders. Let him kiss her and bewitched him as she dug her red nails in his back as they fucked.

If she did, he doesn’t fucking mind, not one bit.

“I can’t make love spells, can’t curse people or anything like that, Tom.” She answers his unspoken questions because one of her talents includes occasionally reading minds.

“Didn’t mean it that way, Di.” He wants to kiss her again, do more than that if she is game for it.

But his pretty witch drops her arms and pretends it doesn’t hurt a little to know he isn’t gonna say it back as she steps back.

He needs time to think about this.

With the exception of Lois, no girl has ever heard him even say it in recent years.

The last woman he told he loved her was his mum, just as she died when he was twelve and Lois eleven.

I love you, mummy, please don’t go, he had cried as her eyes closed for the last time.

He tries to say the fucking words, to Diane who he knows will live until they’re old and grey haired, but he can’t.

“I—"

The word ‘Love’ catches on his throat and he cannot make himself say it no matter how much he wants to mean it.

“When I say it, I’ll mean it.” Tom says instead before taking her by the waist and kissing her goodbye.

“Stay.” She asks so sweetly he wished he could say yes.

“Lois is out with Connie, someone needs to be home in case dad---” he says stops short of saying it because she knows she understands.

Both her parents had night terrors, her mom from her country’s war and her dad from France.

“Go, then. Tell your father I said hello.” She lets go, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before they break away completely

[realhousewives-fan]

The Problem with Luis Ruelas and Bo Dietl

Teresa Giudice thought she was the baddest bitch at the show. The star and the main character, with the power to fire castmates from the show.

This reunion hugely backfired on her, and I can’t see how she can change the impression of her not being the villain next season.

How can she possibly defend Luis Ruelas and the craziness he has brought with him to this show?

The only thing that can protect her now is if she acts completely ignorant to the actions of Luis, just like she did with the bankruptcy fraud with Joe Giudice.

And yes, “act”.

I know that Teresa is easily manipulated, that she appears to believe everything she hears like the Evan Goldschneider rumour and every gossip about Melissa Gorga.

But at some point, I think she hides behind ignorance a lot.

However, I can’t see her getting away with acting ignorant about Luis’ private investigator.

And how will the castmates move on after this mess?! And if they move on, how can they ever trust Teresa and Luis again after this?!

Real Housewives is about conflict and resolutions, so moving on will be inevitable.

But how can you move on when someone hired a private investigator and terrorized the castmates and their families with telephone spoofing?

Luis is saying one thing and something else the next day, so he will never take accountability about this, and Teresa denies everything!

How can there be resolution when people refuse to take accountability?!

Jennifer Aydin was defending Teresa and Luis at the reunion, and she looked ridiculous! 

She and Teresa used Danielle Cabral as a pawn to get the cheating rumour about Melissa on the show.

Danielle became the laughingstock, and Jennifer looked ridiculous for defending Teresa and Luis.

Jennifer and Dolores Catania will always blindly defend Teresa, and that makes them irrelevant. It’s getting ridiculous.

They are a sinking ship. They’re highly paranoid and inconsistent in their answers.

Margaret Josephs called them criminals. The Fudas are beyond furious. And the Gorgas are done. Danielle is betrayed. 

How can they bury the hatchet after this?

[scrunchicus]

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to!

HI!!! forgot to answer this. HI VEX!! my answer to this is, if we're talking about like, universal 'everyone should hear this once', i think 'Zombie' by The Cranberries is a song everyone should hear. it's one of the most powerful songs imo, and Dolores O'Riordan's vocals are just. she's an amazing singer. the way she has brute passion in her voice and it makes everything about the song hit harder than just the lyrics might alone.. otherwise, if we're talking MY own personal taste in music, everyone should listen to 'The Peaks' by Everything Everything! another extremely powerful song that just fills me with. Emotions. So many of them

[miramilocamimira]

I Am My Own Home

(Strength is Physical)

———-

Luisa is the second busiest of her family. The first is her mother. Someone is almost always hurt or needing something moved or fixed or whatever. It’s tiring. She pretty much has no time for anything other than work.

Antonio has a gift, there's a party, she got to see Mirabel which was nice, and she feels weak. Wait, what? It lasts for only a moment but she's shaken. Her legs feel like jelly and her gut is doing somersaults.

She takes a moment to breathe. To collect herself and gather her nerves. She has to tell Abuela.

“Hey, Luisa!” Luisa wants to cry as she hears her name being called.

But Camilo calls her name. Camilo, who is so sweet as to use his duties as an excuse to give her a break some days. Camilo, who is practically the only reason she ever gets to rest. So, instead, she listens.

The house is breaking and Dolores knows. Don't tell Abuela. Two sentences. Of words put together yup. It is frightening.

Camille wants to investigate. Luisa thinks that if this conversation were done after breakfast she’d have kept her mouth shut. That she wouldn't tell life-threatening information to her familia and it'd all be fine.

“I felt weak.” She blurts. Camilo’s eyes widen. He prods for more and she's honestly been so tired that she just does. “Bruno might have answers. Up in his tower.”

Camilo nods and hugs her. Tells her to enjoy a break. She tells him to be safe and watches as he leaves the party.

Luisa hears her name again and yells, “Coming!”

There's so much to do.

——-

Luisa remembers when Isabela would get into mud fights. Abuela would put her in the nicest dresses she could find and Isa would come home half an hour later. She'd be covered in scratches and vines and dirt and whatever else. Mama would laugh and say that she got it from Papa.

She remembers the first time Isabela came home with it perfectly fine. Their parents joked that she must have been possessed. Abuela looked so happy and called her perfect.

Isabela looked kinda empty since then. Rather doll-like if you asked Luisa. She thinks, as she watches Mariano and her sister dance, that they look like two figurines in a music box.

She doesn't know what to make of it.

————

The party ends and as she crashes into her bed, she prays that tomorrow everything will be okay.

———-

Camilo thinks he may hate Bruno. Not because of anything the man did but because there. Are. Too. Many. STAIRS. When he finally makes it to the top, he collapses and takes a breather.

Maybe he should exercise more before he goes on another adventure.

————-

In the midst of the night, the candle flickers and Mirabel cries. Mariano holds her tight. She sobs as he consoles her.

She falls asleep in her brother’s arms.

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