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cmlmrbl · 1 year

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camilo and mirabel ship variants 🦎🦋

credits to Meatballs_5U on twitter for the above art

so basically on the encanto proship twt, there are a few camilo x mirabel madrigal concept arts which shippers have given names and personalities. please click the read more to find out about them!

firstly, there is cariana 🐍🐞 they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:

carlos 🐍 is older and more of a meaner version of camilo. he's more jaded and doesn't really make as many jokes, but his sarcasm is through the roof.

meanwhile mariana 🐞 is a more determined/accomplished version of mirabel. she's very stubborn, almost to a fault, and she's the type to continue working despite being exhausted.

following is cesmari 🐸🕷 and they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:

in this variant, cesar 🐸 is older and more intellectual. he's definitely a more serious version of camilo, and he can be quite obsessive to the point where it's almost manipulative (depending on your taste of how problematic you think the ship can be).

meanwhile maria 🕷 is also a more serious version of mirabel, however rather than being outcasted for having no gift, this variant is treated as overly delicate by her family as she's seen as someone that needs to be protected. she can also be underestimated quite often.

next is carisol 🦊🐰 and they are based off the following concept arts of camilo and mirabel. they are different because Maskiered (Mish) on twitter was the first artist to discover them:

they are seen as younger variants, and their dynamic is like the trope best friends to lovers.

Edit 1/3/23: the og artist for this variant couple has stated that they prefer the name "Carlitos" rather than Cristian for 🦊, so for future reference please respect the artist's wishes. [Source]

carlitos 🦊 is a more naive, innocent version of camilo, while marisol 🐰 is seen as the same to mirabel.

as mentioned before, twt artist Maskiered was the first to discover this ship and their art for carisol (as seen below) is some of the best, most accurate, portrayals of the two.

the next ship variant is carmiri 🦚🦉 they were discovered by Meatballs_5U on twitter and they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:

carmelo 🦉 is seen as a more relaxed, slow and sluggish version of camilo. (i personally hc him to be a plant dad). he's not very smart but he's usually fairly content with his life and just feels lucky to be with his prima.

miriam 🦚 is definitely a girl boss, she's very accomplished and seen as intimidating and unapproachable. when it comes to carmelo though, she can be quite clumsy and personable - something she can really be vulnerable with him only.

as previously mentioned, twt artist Meatballs_5U first discovered this concept art ship for camilo x mirabel and some of their headcanons is that miriam is much taller than carmelo as well, showing a physical representation of their power dynamic. they also created the very first arts and portrayals for this ship, as seen below:

Edit 16/4/23:

the next few variant ships are more recent and in fact, Devil (or Honey Chouxcream) on twitter has a whole host of arts, emojis, and names for their milomira variants if you're interested; but the rest of this will be based on the other ships as Devil already made a few tweets outlining their own variants.

so the next variant ship is diomai 🌶🥝 and they were cooked up by artist @meltedvelita (who is also on tumblr and you should defs follow if you're interested and want to know more about the ship!) and this was their art of the two:

based off the artist's own headcanons, 🌶claudio (or just dio) takes after 🌤pepa a lot more in this au and he's like a mother hen wherein he gets easily anxious for his friends, especially his beloved prima 🥝maite.

meanwhile 🥝maite herself is quite oblivious and naive and has absolutely zero filter. she loves spicy foods and feels inadequate a lot of the time, something she's come to know as normal now.

the next variant ship is milche 🦟🪱 and they feature these specific concept arts of camilo and mirabel respectively:

these two are headcannoned as the youngest variants and they have a tom and jerry kind of dynamic wherein they're constantly trying to hurt each other cartoonishly and if it wasn't for the magic of Casita, there would definitely be more serious consequences to their shenanigans by now.

🦟chencho (or just che) definitely takes pleasure in torturing his prima and 🪱milena (or milly) doesnt let him get away with it.

they were thought up by @meltedvelita and iHrtDolores on twitter.

the next variant ship is sugarcane 🦂🐌 and they are based off these concepts of camilo and mirabel below:

🦂canelo is the top far right!

🦂canelo and 🐌maya were born of an AU idea that @meltedvelita and I discussed where pepa, bruno, (we took their concept arts too and named them josie and bernie 💖) and felix ran away together to the jungles of encanto and they started a family of their own there. when the cracks start showing and the magic weakens, 🐌maya, who is more reserved and proper as a result of an abuela that only focused on julieta's side of the family, sets out to try and find the rest of the family and reunite them - believing this will restore the miracle.

in the jungles however, 🦂canelo hangs out all the time and he has the gift of invisibility, he's intrigued by his prima and treats her like cheshire cat does to alice (pretty much their entire dynamic) but with all the 50s monikers that he has come to love and she absolutely hates. he routinely calls her "sugar", and "doll", and "toots". as such their ship name became sugarcane! 🦂🐌

thank you to @clayxorel for letting me know that they actually made some variants too! i'm not sure what the emojis for them are yet, but their names are Crisóstomo and Mara, and they can be found being initially discussed here.

above is Mara, and this is Crisóstomo

their dynamic is apparently that they act like an old, married couple (bickering) but also there's actually been years of mutual pining too! Mara does have a gift, and it's invisibility, while Crisótomo's gift is to copy the gifts of his family members!

As I said before, these two were thought of by @clayxorel so if you have any questions or hcs feel free to contact them!

So for now that's all the camilo x mirabel concept art ships, or variants, as they're more commonly known.

I'll definitely add more to this and keep the post updated if any new variants or ships are discovered or given names and personalities. As of right now, all the different variants are shipped quite freely, with many art works on twt featuring different mirabel concept arts with different camilo ones, there are even many that feature selfcest for each character!

In any case, I hope this was informative and we get more shippers for these (and camilo x mirabel in general) on tumblr soon 💕

#madrigalcest #camimira #camiloxmirabel #camibel #milomira #camilo x mirabel #proship #shipcest

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foggyfanfic · 10 months

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Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: When the trial reconvened after the market closed the next day, Rosalie showed up for her testimony with Julio in her arms. Much to the surprise of everybody. But she wanted to make a point, she wanted them to see the innocent babe they had used as an excuse for their cruelty.

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Chapter 30 Trials and...

Bruno sat stiff as a board beside Leandra in the pew. Encanto didn’t have a town hall, so the trial was being held in the church. It was the first day and she was already worried. About the trial, sure, if this didn’t go the way they wanted it to, Cicero was probably going to murder her. But mostly about Bruno’s poor back.

“Relax,” she tried to soothe him, taking his fist from his lap and working it open until she could weave her fingers through his.

“He’s glaring at you again,” Bruno muttered back, not taking his eyes off of Cicero.

Leandra leaned around Bruno to find that Cicero was indeed glaring at her. She resisted the urge to flip him off, instead she turned her attention back to Bruno.

They hadn’t gotten a chance to be alone together since she left Casita on Saturday. They’d sat together in church, ignoring the whispers of those around them, as Padré gave a truly inspired speech about standing against the sin of wrath and protecting the Lord’s most vulnerable children.

When Church was over they’d planned to sneak off for their first official date, but had been surrounded by people who all wanted to know more about Friday’s incident. Leandra appreciated the few who voiced genuine concern. The rest were a bunch of nosey vultures and she told them as much.

Eventually they had given up on privacy and had instead tracked down Pepa, who had acquired a seemingly permanent thunder cloud over her head since Friday. Her presence acted as a deterrent to anyone looking for more gossip.

She sighed, eyes ticking over Bruno’s profile while he glared at Cicero. He really was such a handsome man, and she really, really wanted to kiss him.

If only they could be alone for five damn seconds.

With a quiet shake of her head, and a quick peck to the back of his hand, she turned her attention to Carolyna at the front of the church.

“And you are certain that Mariana had only had one drink, up to that point?” One of the men leading the questions asked, “it’s possible that your sister could have had something while the two of you were separated.”

“That’s the thing Señor, we weren’t. We always get dressed together and that night was no different. Cicero walked us both to the party, and she never left my sight all night. I stepped away to chat with some friends while her and Cicero flirted, but I was still close enough to hear the conversation.”

Carolyna sat in a chair at the front of the church, while Señora Madrigal sat at a table to her right, flanked by two men on each side. Cicero and his father sat on the front pew to the opposite side of the church from those asking the questions. The pew was otherwise empty, so the already cramped church felt extra full thanks to all the people forced to stand at the back.

“What were they saying?”

“Cicero was trying to convince Mariana to sneak away with him, but she didn’t want to. They’d only been dating for a month, and she doesn’t like to move that fast, you know what I mean.”

“Had she implied that she might be willing to sneak away before the party began?”

“No,” Carolyna shook her head, scowling at the man who’d asked that, “For god’s sake, she hadn’t even agreed to go on a date with him without a chaperone. If he honestly thought he was going to get any that night, well! Then I envy both his imagination and confidence.”

There was a wave of chuckling and snickers, Señora Madrigal lightly tapped her gavel against the table to quiet everyone down.

Mariana had already had her turn, while Carolyna and their madré waited outside so they couldn’t hear the testimony being given. Supposedly it was to make it easier to catch them if they had rehearsed their stories beforehand; the thought being that if one of them slipped up and told the wrong lie, the other two women wouldn’t know until it was too late.

Leandra thought it was stupid, and a massive waste of everyone’s time. They’d already heard all of this before.

“I see, please, continue. What happened next?”

“Leandra approached me and pointed out that Mariana wasn’t feeling too well. I turned to look and Cicero was holding her up by her arm.”

Alma had to tap the gavel again, as people gasped and muttered.

“And what did you do?”

“I took her other arm and put it over my shoulder while I asked my friend to go fetch our mother. Cicero tried insisting that he could take Mariana home but stopped as more people gathered around us. He just left when Mama got to us. Our Má and I took Mariana home and cared for her when she was ill the next day.”

“And, at the time, did you think she was drugged?”

“Well, not at first, she was acting really drunk, but I knew she only had the one drink, so I was mostly freaking out. She didn’t even have an empty stomach or anything, I thought maybe she was having an aneurysm. When I told Má that Mariana had only had one drink, and later, that Cicero had offered to take her home so we could enjoy the party… Má connected the dots. Told us to stay away from him and stuff.”

“Why didn’t you report this to anyone?”

Carolyna shrugged, but there was a certain tension in her jaw as she pointed out, “Cicero just got caught with his belt undone and you’re still asking if my sister did anything to give him the wrong impression. We knew that without any proof, we’d only be creating problems for ourselves.”

“Why didn’t you warn any other women in the village?”

Here Carolyna frowned a little more obviously, “I tried warning his next girlfriend, but she didn’t believe me until it happened to her too.”

“Did Cicero do or say anything about it the next day?”

“He never spoke to Mariana again, he just moved on to the next girl.”

“Just like that? He gave up that easily?”

“Well, it’s not like Mariana was ever going to accept a drink from him again. We figured he didn’t see the point in hanging around if raping her was already a lost cause.”

“Very well. I have no more questions. Anyone else?”

“Carolyna,” Señora Madrigal started, voice gentle, “has this affected your trust in the rest of the village?”

Carolyna sort of froze, then looked guiltily around at her neighbors, before she nodded, “I… if Cicero could do this to Mariana-, I didn’t think that sort of thing happened here you know? But, Cicero proved that it does.”

There was another wave of murmuring, this time Alma didn’t tap her gavel, she just excused Carolyna and asked her to send her madré in.

Mariana’s and Carolyna’s Má said much the same thing the two sisters had, and by the time they were done hearing the same story for the third time in as many hours, the village was getting restless. So Alma ended it there, saying they would continue the next day after the market closed.

Leandra stood and stretched, wincing sympathetically when Bruno did the same and his back popped in several places. She wrapped her arms around his waist, smothered a yawn against his shoulder then paused as she tried to remember what she’d been about to say.

Bruno didn’t seem in any hurry to disentangle himself from her, although that may have had something to do with the way Cicero glared at them while he was escorted past.

“Oh, right, you wanna grab dinner together?” Leandra asked.

Bruno turned to her grinning, and already nodding as he started to answer, “Sí, that would be grea-.”

“Sorry Romeo,” Pepa cut in, “but Mamá wants to have dinner with both of you to discuss your testimonies.”

“Oh, right, I uh, I forgot about that,” Bruno sighed.

“Ugh, if I knew finally proving he’s a rapist would be this inconvenient, I may have just let Félix kill him.”

“Live and learn, chava,” Félix said, he had been sitting on her other side, in between her and Pepa.

At first, when Pepa learned that Félix helped Leandra be extremely stupid, she had been royally pissed at him. Leandra had had to admit that she had been ready to go barreling in without any help at all so that Pepa would forgive him. Bruno had been a bit annoyed to hear that, and had asked what exactly her plan was.

“Well, it wasn’t to drink whatever Cicero gave me,” Leandra had assured him, “it was mostly to leave Cicero alone with my drink, then publicly accuse him and challenge him to drink it himself.”

“Hm, I can think of so many ways that could go wrong.”

“Yeah, I’m glad I had Félix’s help. I don’t think accusing Cicero would have worked without him.”

Bruno was placated, just as happy as she was that they were officially dating now, but Pepa was still feeling a bit huffy with Leandra. As such, Pepa barely looked at her as they all walked back to Casita. Leandra tried not to pout at her back, she knew she deserved this, seeing a good friend get drugged was scary as all hell, and if one of her friends had allowed it to happen on purpose… Yeah, Leandra did not blame Pepa for being mad. Still, she wished she could make it up to her somehow.

When they reached Casita, Rosalie and Julieta were already there, making dinner together while Agustin did the dishes. Rosalie saw Leandra through the kitchen door and rushed over to greet her with a hug.

Rosalie had had the exact opposite reaction as Pepa, it was entirely possible that Leandra would never be truly alone again. If she wasn’t with Rosalie, then Rosalie made sure she was with Bruno (which was great), Agustín (which was fine), or Pepa (which was awkward). She had briefly tried to enlist Felípe’s help, but Felípe had decided that it was his duty to make sure nobody judged Julio for Cicero’s actions, so he took Julio with him pretty much everywhere and talked about how sweet the kid was to basically everyone.

Leandra had overheard a concerned elderly woman ask him, “You know he’s not your son, right?”

“Well, the position of Papá was up for grabs, so I took it,” Felípe had answered blithely.

Leandra had immediately reported the incident to Rosalie, who had blushed then muttered something about finding out his ring size.

“How was it? Did he say anything to you?” Rosalie asked, holding Leandra by the shoulders and examining her face closely.

“No, Cicero didn’t get anywhere near me,” Leandra tried to reassure her best friend.

Unfortunately, Bruno, light of her life, said, “He glared at her the entire time, though.”

“What?” Rosalie almost shouted, her fingers digging painfully into Leandra’s shoulders.

Leandra sent Bruno a look, but Bruno was terrible at reading those so he just barreled on, “Sí, you would think she was the only person testifying against him. It didn’t matter what else was happening, he just wouldn’t stop giving her the death glare.”

“Bruno,” Leandra said, through gritted teeth, “you are very smart and handsome.”

“Thank you?” he frowned at her, confused.

“That’s Leandra for ‘please shut up’,” Agustín said, leaning against the kitchen door with one of Julieta’s aprons on. He had somehow gotten soap water basically everywhere but the apron.

“Oh,” Bruno blinked, then shrugged, “well, I guess it’s better than being told to shut my piehole.”

“Give it a while,” Agustín stood back so that they could enter the kitchen, “once she’s ready she’ll start saying ‘I love you’ whenever you annoy her.”

“Oh,” Bruno blushed, grinning at his toes, “w-well, that sounds n-nice.”

Leandra sighed, unable to stay annoyed at him when he was shooting her those shy smiles. If only she could get him by himself for long enough to kiss him silly.

“Ew,” Pepa said, watching them grin at eachother. Bruno shot her a glare, which she didn’t see because she was already turning away.

Leandra turned back to Rosalie, who was currently wrapped around her arm in much the same way as when they were kids and Rosalie was still shy. Leandra smiled at her gently, then sighed again and frowned.

“What?” Rosalie asked, “You can’t complain about me being too clingy, not after what you did.”

“I know, it wasn’t that,” Leandra patted Rosalie’s hand, “it’s something you said when you first told me Cicero had admitted what he’d done. About not wanting to believe that somebody we’ve known since we were kids would be willing to do something like this.”

“Carolyna said something similar today,” Bruno commented, coming up to her other side and allowing his hand to “accidentally” brush against hers until she held it out for him to hold. He grinned and took it.

“Do you think that’s going to cause any problems with the trial?” Rosalie asked, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“It might,” Leandra said, “I don’t know. It’s- I don’t want to worry you, but between that and his father’s threat to take the winery, I don’t think this is going to be a simple trial.”

Rosalie didn’t say anything, she slowly disentangled herself from Leandra and drifted back towards the kitchen door. Her eyes were distant and she had started worrying the fabric of her blouse between her fingers. Leandra exchanged a concerned look with Bruno.

“Rosalie?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry, I uhh… just thought of something,” Rosalie said, “I’m going to go check on Felípe and Julio.”

“Do you want me to walk you there?” Agustín asked, already untying his borrowed apron. Felípe was currently watching Julio with his Má, who had picked up on the fact that she would soon get to claim the baby as her grandson. Considering her not so friendly rivalry with Señora Gutierrez, Leandra could only assume that stealing the other woman’s first grandchild was quite the victory.

“No, no,” Rosalie shook her head, “I’ll be fine. Hasta luego.”

She left, leaving her six friends to stare after her. Slowly, everybody turned questioning eyebrows to first Agustín, then Leandra, but they both just shrugged. After another beat, Agustín re-tied his apron and continued scrubbing the pot he'd nearly abandoned.

Julieta paused in putting the finishing touches on dinner to give him a lovesick look, then kissed him on the cheek. Bruno and Pepa made grossed out faces at eachother, only for Leandra and Félix to pointedly clear their throats.

“O-oh, heh heh, right,” Bruno blushed, grinning at Leandra sheepishly, “I-I guess I’ve lost the moral high ground when it comes to gross couple stuff. Huh?”

“I certainly hope so,” Leandra rubbed her thumb against his hand.

“Well, I don’t care if I don’t have the moral high ground,” Pepa crossed her arms, then thought twice about it and strung her arm around Felix’s, “You are all still gross.”

Felix just snorted, smiling at her fondly.

“Maybe she went off to grab Felípe so she wouldn’t have to be the seventh wheel,” Julieta said, plating the chicken.

In the town square, Rosalie paused outside the church, took a deep breath then pushed the door open. Padré stood in the middle of the small church, staring at the cross on the wall and clearly lost in thought. She hesitated, trying to think of the best way to catch his attention without startling him. Thankfully, the door squeaked a little as it closed behind her. Padré turned.

For a second they just stared at eachother. Rosalie realized, in a distant sort of way, that this was the first time she had been alone in a room with a man in almost a year. The first time she was alone with a man without an escape plan in the back of her head. The first time she was alone with a man and she didn’t feel a tiny bit afraid. She couldn’t know what Padré was thinking, but he examined her face with hope slowly lighting his eyes.

“I don’t know quite where to start,” Rosalie finally said, then when he didn’t immediately respond she continued, “I lost my home, I lost my family, I lost my good standing in the village, and I lost my faith. You-, I know you’re not responsible for everything that happened to me, but you are in a position of power here in our little corner of the world, and you used that power to make a bad situation worse. I don’t know where I would even start to forgive that.”

He gulped, “P-perhaps we don’t start with forgiveness, perhaps we start with restoring your faith. I imagine that the Lord can do more to help you than I could.”

Rosalie nodded, “Perhaps.”

She sighed and paced around the edges of the room, aware of him watching her. A part of her wanted to leave, wanted to write him off completely, so that he would be forced to live with the guilt of what he’d done for the rest of his life. A part of her wanted to take revenge on everybody that had wronged her.

But, she had the safety of her son to consider.

“I can never forgive my parents. Do you think the Lord will forgive me for being unable to love them as I once did?”

“While forgiveness is paramount, I like to believe that Christ sees the logic in holding on to certain hurts,” Padré said, slowly, as if he was unsure if she was truly asking for his advice, “Should the rabbit forgive the fox that chased it down its burrow if doing so means throwing all caution to the wind? I think in cases like these, it is enough to simply abstain from harming the person that has wronged you, and perhaps even let go of any hurt or anger that doesn’t serve to protect you.”

She stopped pacing and examined him, there were bags under his eyes.

“You haven’t been sleeping much Padré, have you?”

“There is a wolf in my flock,” he said, letting out a heavy sigh as he all but collapsed onto the closest pew, “Señora, when I gave that sermon, I let you down, I hurt you and added to your pain, which is already terrible, but I fear… I fear I also discouraged any other victims of such crimes from coming forward. I-I have-.”

He stared into space for a long while. Rosalie took a step towards him, then hesitated. When Padre closed his eyes and dropped his face into his hands she sighed through her nose and crossed the room to the pew he was sitting in.

Rosalie sat next to him, folding her hands in her lap, “Would you like to help fix it?”

“Sí, of course.”

“Señor Gutierrez is threatening to take his winery with him, if Cicero is banished,” she looked him in the eye and said in a low voice, “make that threat irrelevant.”

“How?”

“My parents.”

“Your…?”

“Papá probably isn’t planning to make another trip beyond the mountains until the weather cools down,” Rosalie explained, “convince him to make it early. Convince him to find this town a new winemaker.”

“How do you suggest I do that?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you’re very good at writing sermons,” Rosalie stood, “Good night, Padré.”

He watched her walk away, with her back straight and her head held high. Just as she opened the church door, a thought crossed his mind.

“It will be their penance,” Padré spoke just loud enough for her to hear, “when they threw you out they endangered the child you carried. That is-. Helping to ensure that the wolf is removed from our flock will be their penance.”

Rosalie nodded, but didn’t turn around. She pulled the door open and walked out into the square. For the first time in a year, she made eye contact with everybody she passed, most ducked their head and looked away. Somehow that just stoked her anger.

The anger she felt lingered even when she picked up Julio. If anything holding her son, who was already being scorned as a bastard, simply threw the cruelty of her neighbors into sharper relief.

She stewed in that frustration all night, thinking of the way people had turned up their noses at her, and now bowed their heads.

Bunch of cowards.

They had laughed about how far the mighty had fallen, as if Rosalie had spent her days stomping around the village, looking down her nose at the less fortunate. Woman who were just as pretty as she was had snidely whispered about how she'd thought her looks would save her from the consequences of her supposed actions.

Dios, the things men had said to her. About how they'd always known she was dirty under her high collars, about how they'd always hoped her purity was just a front.

And when she had tried to defend herself? She was mocked, and called a liar.

The most frustrating part was that Rosalie knew half of them had had sex out of wedlock, willingly too. And they hadn’t received any of the condemnation or cruelty she had. People had already started calling her loose once she was caught naked in the hay, but it was only once she realized that she was pregnant that the village truly turned on her.

It was only once she couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t been raped that the people she once trusted became monsters.

It was when she needed her community the most, that she lost it.

When the trial reconvened after the market closed the next day, Rosalie showed up for her testimony with Julio in her arms. Much to the surprise of everybody. But she wanted to make a point, she wanted them to see the innocent babe they had used as an excuse for their cruelty.

“Señora, would you perhaps like to hand your son to somebody else,” one of the men leading the questions asked, a bit stiltedly. His eyes roved the pews, but Leandra wasn't allowed to attend while Rosalie gave her testimony, and nobody wanted to acknowledge Felipe's claim to Julio until the trial was settled.

She frowned at him for a few beats, “No. Thank you.”

There was a pause.

“Did you have any questions for me?” Rosalie raised her eyebrows at the men. Most of them avoided her eyes.

She glanced at Alma, and received the quickest glimmer of a conspiratorial grin. Ah, so they were letting the men squirm for a little, fine by her.

“Uh, sí,” the bravest one spoke up, “why don’t you start by telling us how your relationship with Cicero began.”

Rosalie took in a deep breath and let it out through her nose, “As I have said many times before, Cicero and I have never been in a relationship. He asked me out, I said no.”

There was another pause, then one of the other questioners cleared his throat, “Ah, but Cicero has said-.”

“Cicero raped me, are you really going to take his word over mine?” she cut him off, “Again, I mean.”

The men grimaced.

Finally, Señora Madrigal showed mercy and asked, “Rosalie, would you feel comfortable explaining what happened between you and Cicero from your point of view?”

“Sí señora,” Rosalie took a deep breath and turned from the tribune, to instead make eye contact with Cicero.

His face was pinched and his eyes kept drifting down to her baby. Rosalie pursed her lips at him and minutely shook her head. He hadn’t listened to her when she told him no.

Now, he would have to sit there and listen to every word she said.

“We have known each other all our lives, your Papá is the town’s winemaker, and my father is the town’s wealthiest merchant. They did a lot of business together and when we were children, we usually played together while they spoke. We were never close growing up, but we were friends,” Rosalie said, holding his gaze and refusing to glance away from him, “When we became teenagers I fell in love with one of my best friends and you started flirting with anything in a skirt. I was amused by your antics, I thought it was funny, and then about two years ago you turned your attention towards me.”

Cicero looked down at his lap, and she scowled, waiting until he looked back up at her.

“I cared about you Cicero, I didn’t believe for a second you were truly in love with me, but I still saw you as my friend. I didn’t want you to waste your time pursuing a woman who would never return your interest so I told you right off that I was already in love with somebody. I actually felt hurt when you kept pursuing me after that.”

Cicero’s brow crinkled, and he tilted his head. A few people started murmuring, and Señora Madrigal lightly tapped her gavel.

“I had told you, my supposed friend, that I was in love with somebody. And you responded by trying to come in between us,” Rosalie stamped down on the temptation to ask him why, the temptation to yell at him, “You continued to flirt with me, and I continued to be honest with you about my feelings. I was hurt, yes, but I respected you too much to lead you on, and I… in my heart I was already in a committed relationship with Felípe. I always have been. I would never betray him by entertaining another man.”

There was a lot more muttering. Rosalie briefly tore her eyes away from Cicero to glance at Felípe’s face. He had been running around town with her son, essentially announcing his intention to marry her. She figured she should announce her intention to accept.

He grinned at her, she gave him the tiniest smile back.

When she looked back at Cicero he was scowling at Felípe. Rosalie was sorely tempted to throw something at him, but she merely cleared her throat. He turned back to her, frowning.

“The day before you raped me, your father and mine met to discuss selling the excess wine in the city. You came with him and we talked about everything. You told me you loved me and got upset that your pretty words weren’t enough to convince me to betray Felípe. You yelled and shouted until your father dragged you away.”

She glanced at Señor Gutierrez, he couldn’t meet her eyes. Rosalie searched the crowd for her own father. He sat at the back of the church, face gray. She wondered briefly if Padré had spoken to him yet.

Rosalie turned up her nose at him, he wasn’t her Pá anymore.

“I went to the party with Leandra and her boyfriend, we were going to meet Felípe there and I was nervous. All this drama with you had made me realize I needed to stop waiting around and tell him how I felt, I was trying to work up the nerve when you approached me,” Rosalie took a deep breath, she dipped her face to place a kiss on Julio’s head, mostly to calm herself down, “you offered me a drink, I told you I wasn’t planning on drinking that night, so you brought me punch from the kids’ table. You said it was an apology, and I believed you. I trusted you, Cicero.”

She stopped talking, the room was completely silent.

“I trusted all of you,” she eventually said, “but when I woke up the next morning, naked, bruised, and confused, I soon learned that my trust was misplaced.”

Rosalie closed her eyes, she took deep breaths but it didn’t matter, a tear rolled down her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, she couldn’t bear to look at these people.

“I was violated and humiliated, and punished for it,” she hissed, “I was thrown out on the streets, and you told me it was what I deserved for being betrayed. Men offered to give me shelter if I earned it on my knees, women treated me like I was shit on the bottom of their shoes. My familia and many of my friends abandoned me. Of those that remained by my side, the only one I felt comfortable being alone with was Leandra. And then... and then there were the things you people said about my baby.”

Rosalie opened her eyes, she glared stonily at her village, head held high, “My child was condemned as a bastard before he was even born. You spoke about the innocent babe growing inside of me like he was a demon, a being of pure sin. Shame on you, my son is a blessing, every life is sacred in the eyes of our Lord. And you think you have any right to cast judgement on an innocent child? After indulging so freely in lust and wrath? Shame on all of you.”

Some scowled at her, and she scowled back. She didn’t turn away until one by one they lowered their faces. Rosalie had done nothing to be ashamed of, most of these people could not say the same.

She turned to the tribune and waited. They stared back. Finally she turned to Señor Gutierrez.

“I believe you’re allowed to ask questions if you wish,” Rosalie pointed out, “so? Do you have any questions for me?”

Señor Gutierrez gulped, but nodded and stood, “Isn’t it true, Señora, that my son offered to do the honorable thing and marry you so that you two could raise your son together?”

The village started murmuring, Señora Madrigal tapped her gavel once, but the murmuring didn’t stop. She lightly banged it against the table three times and people reluctantly settled down.

“Sí señor, your son cornered me after church and admitted to raping me then told me I had to marry him for my son’s sake,” Rosalie said, “but let's not forget, he attacked me and left me defenseless and bruised for others to find, simply because I was in love with someone who wasn’t him. I did not feel my son would be safe with him.”

There was more talking, more gavel banging. Señor Gutierrez clenched his jaw.

Rosalie found herself wondering what he was thinking. He never acted like his son’s actions were justified, however, he did everything he could to protect Cicero from the consequences of what he’d done. As a parent she had sympathy for him, as a person with basic morals, she was disgusted by him.

As a daughter, she wished her own parents had been half as loyal.

He opened his mouth, clearly searching for something else to say, some other way to try and cast his son in a sympathetic light.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow at him. She had heard all sorts of excuses for rape in the past year, hundreds of ways that it would still be her fault even if somebody had taken advantage of her. She kept waiting for him to pull one of those out of his ass.

But he didn't.

“Señor, do you have any more questions?” Señora Madrigal eventually asked.

“I-, no Señora,” he sighed and shook his head, sinking back down onto the pew. He didn't look at Cicero, or his wife, he stared at the ground, eyes wide and face pale.

“Anyone else?”

Nobody spoke up.

“Very well” Señora Madrigal turned to Rosalie, “thank you for your testimony, you may go.”

Rosalie inclined her head once then stood. She paused for a second, standing in front of the crowd, then she slowly walked down the center aisle and out of the church, her footsteps seeming to echo. She fought to keep her head high and didn’t deign to look anyone in the eye.

When she had gotten ten steps away from the church she heard Felípe call out her name. Rosalie turned and he jogged up to her. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t get the chance.

Rosalie all but collapsed into his arms, crying.

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The Vision ! ~ Part One

Now reading; The Vision

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Pairing : Aged down!Bruno x fem!reader

Warnings : Foul language, doubtfulness. If there’s anything else lemme know.

Plot : You decide to go to Bruno for a vision and it goes surprisingly well despite the news therein being saddening for you. You keep going back, urging Bruno to develop feelings for you. Will his vision shine a little light on the situation for the Madrigal boy.

Pronouns used : he/him for Bruno, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Bruno will be aged down to like 24, reader will be 22ish for this story.

Bruno taglist : @nervoussubjectappreciator @soumya-13 @camilos-mivida @n3r0-1417 @moon-cakiie

You had heard the gossip around town, hearing the way people would talk about the seer of the Madrigal family. Thankfully, you weren’t one to judge somebody from other peoples perceptions of them.

They always spoke his name as if it was forbidden. It didn’t take long for you to hear the words Bruno and bad luck in the same sentence.

You would often wander around town with the same group of friends you always hung out with; Jesse, Adam, Veronica and Mariana. They would always whisper things in your ear about Bruno, letting you know how much of a menace the towns seer was.

However, you needed some insight on the future. You closed up the library in which you worked and began walking across the town.

People whispered his name as if he was something that shouldn’t be talked about, they would talk about him in hushed whispers and call him bad luck.

You watched as the villagers began heading to their homes, not wanting to be caught in yet another one of Pepa’s thunderstorms. You walked slowly, your hands digging into the pocket of your dress as you walked through the town. You glanced up at the darkening sky, Pepa had been having a bad week. You really hoped she was okay. You weren’t the closest with the Madrigal clan, however, you knew that before your Abuela passed away, she got along pretty well with Alma Madrigal.

You slowly approached la casa Madrigal and rapped your knuckles against the door. It was pulled open by Alma, “Hola señora.” You smiled politely.

“Hola, Señorita! It’s (name), right?” She asked.

“Sí, that’s right. Um, is Bruno available?” You asked.

“We’re about to have our evening meal, Señorita. Could you come back later?” The elder asked you.

“O-oh, yes. Of course!” You nodded, not allowing your smile to falter.

Bruno appeared from behind his mother, “It’s okay, mami. I’ve a little time before Julieta is finished preparing the meal.” He let his mother know, a gentle smile adorning his lips.

“Are you sure, mijo?” She asked him, worry evident in her eyes.

“Sí, I’m sure.” He nodded.

Alma stepped aside, allowing you to enter as Bruno began leading you to his vision cave.

The steps almost killed you. “Would you like to be in there with me when I do the vision or would you just like me to bring the vision out to you once it’s done?” He questioned you, turning to you only to see you leaning over with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. He stifled a laugh as he watched you.

“Could I be in there please?” You asked politely, finally regaining your composure.

“Of course. Come on in.” He smiled as he led you inside, “Just um… Just don’t hate me if it’s a bad outcome, okay?” He told you.

“I wouldn’t.” You told him, a genuine smile on your features.

He gestured for you to sit across from him, he threw salt and sugar over his shoulder before lighting the leaves and holding his hands out to you, “You might wanna hold on.” He told you.

You nodded, taking his hands in yours. You watched as his eyes glowed bright green before seeing the sand swirl around you. Your eyes were wide in amazement as you stared around; watching the images materialise around you.

You couldn’t make sense of either of them, all you could see was Jolene, your pet kitty. You frowned slightly, your eyes scanning the sand images.

Bruno soon let go of your hand and grabbed the green glass tablet that materialised in front of him, “For what I can see, it isn’t good.” He sighed.

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue, “It’s your, uhm, your cat, it’s going to die.” He mumbled, staring down at the tablet.

You let out a soft sad sigh, “I mean, I knew it was coming but it’s still so sad, you know?” You mumbled.

“It looks like a pretty big cat.” He told you.

“She’s a leopard.” You shrugged, not noticing the way his eyes became wide like you hadn’t just told him that the big cat he’d seen you hugging in your vision was a wild animal.

“A… Uh… A what?” He asked, confusion evident on his face.

You turned your gaze back to him, your eyes were wide. “Oh, I’m sorry. I kinda forget that people don’t expect that when talking about pets. Jolene is a leopard, my Abuela rescued her as a cub from a zoo when I was five so I basically grew up with her. When my Abuela passed away, Jolene was left in my care as my mamá didn’t want her in the house any longer so when I moved out, I took Jolene with me. She started getting sick a while back, I asked your sister for some remedies for her but it seems that was just delaying the inevitable.” You shrugged, staring down at the tablet.

“You keep a leopard in your house?” He asked.

A giggle left your lips, “Sí, well, actually, she used to spend most of her time in the backyard. She only started staying in the house when she got sick.” You sighed.

Bruno nodded, “That makes sense.” He mumbled. “I think.” He added. “I’m sorry it isn’t better news.” He told you as he led you towards the door.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, Bruno.” You smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder as you left. “I’ll see you again, Bruno.” You told him before walking away, a soft smile gracing your features.

The doors of casita closed as Bruno turned on his heel, a soft smile gracing his features as he headed to join his family for dinner. “That looked like it went well.” Julieta observed, sending her brother a soft smile.

“The vision? Not really, her cat’s gonna pass away.” He sighed.

“But she walked out with a smile.” Alma noted.

“And she said she’ll see you again.” Pepa began teasingly. “She likes you.” She poked his cheek as a smirk spread across her features.

Bruno could feel the heat rising to his ears as he sat down, trying to block out his sisters incessant teasing. However, the image of you smiling at him and the lingering touch you left on his shoulder was spinning through his mind as he leant forward on the table, placing his hands over his head with a soft smile beginning to break through his features.

You arrived home, staring at Jolene as she stretched across the sofa. “Hey girl.” You petted her head, earning a loud purr coming from the large animal.

You placed a kiss to the animals head before heading to the kitchen, “You hungry?” You called out.

The leopard let out a soft growl, indicating that she was. You threw out a few fish across the floor, allowing the large animal to eat them up as you began cooking your own meal.

You glanced into the living room, watching as your pet devoured her meal, you leant against the counter and let out a soft sigh.

“It’s not gonna be the same without you, Jojo.”

~ Holaaaaa! New series bc the Camilo one really wasn’t working out for me 😭 Anyways, I know this part is quite short, whoops. Lemme know what y’all think though, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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I would like to clarify on something I've seen the people have said a lot since The Sea Beast came out: the characters we see in the movie aren't pirates.

Why? Well, because pirates were people who stole property from other ships on the sea. There's no evidence in the movie that stated the crew of the Inevitable took away the richness of other nations. Not even in the name of the King and Queen as the corsaires did in their times.

The crew is completely a group of sea monster hunters sponsored by the Empire, they don't steal anything and aren't chased by any law.

I don't know if you like to call them pirates just because they behave like that, still, they're just common sailors and I don't see the point of calling them otherwise.

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You can congratulate me if you want, but just to be clear, here in México there's not such a thing like a mexican party for Cinco de Mayo. Of course, we have the day off, there are some commemorations in schools and the representation of the Battle in Puebla, but that's all. So no, I don't celebrate it and I don't consider it as the National Mexican Day. Wait four months later for September 15 and 16 to arrive and then we'll be talking.

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Here I leave a list of Hispanic names for people who write Coco and Encanto fanfics or any other Hispanic inspired story. I'll have reblogged each gender section separatedly because, as always, Tumblr doesn't allow me to have more than 4096 words per post. I'll start with both genders names and red will be used for less common names.

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I have something to tell to the people throwing soup at protection glasses of paintings

First of, why do you attempt against art? Do you really think it's useless and doesn't make any difference? Do you have any idea of how much it costed materially, physically and psycologically to the artists, principally Monet and Van Gogh? For these artists, their artworks were literally their lives. If it wasn't about how art made them feel alive by expressing their most profound feelings, was about how with art, they literally won their daily bread. It was their salary. Art meant so much for them as a way to send a message, to open up minds and challenge an elitist society that found impressionism worthless. They were outcasts.

Mainly for Van Gogh, life was rough. He couldn't even afford food, he only sold one (1) of his many paintings while he was alive, and he had way worse phsycological problems that you could ever imagine to the point he had to be half of his life on a mental hospital. But art held him on the worst times, gave him courage to go on. Even more, he tried anything before art to please his parents, to feel worthy, to make him feel useful, but nothing except art made him feel like he was doing something self satisfactory. Art doesn't have more worth than life, but life without art is meaningless. Art is nothing more than the incarnated manifestation of life experiences.Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase isn't but part of a collection that Van Gogh painted to show how much life was worth living for because society wasn't paying attention to little details that form part of our daily lives and make life beautiful. He was a social activist, and it can be seen that portrayed in many of his paintings. That painting you're attempting to, is the ancestor of the camera your pal was holding. Art makes more concience than soup spilled on a canvas.

Your points are very valid, and I agree with you. The World is at war, hunger and poverty is everywhere and we're on a climate World change crisis. Even more, it's outrageously immoral the prices that these paintings cost today. I think it would be better that these museums were open to the public in general but in the end, there is maintenance staff that live from the salary that the money won generates. But how do you expect to end worldwide hunger when you're wasting food on a multimillion dollar painting? Why do you brag of being against oil when you dye your hair with chemicals and use new printed shirts made out of this oil? How much did it cost the ticket to enter these museums? Why don't you spend that money donating to organizations that urgently need it? If the cans of soup you're throwing at paintings were better donated to home shelters or feeding organizations, people would stop starving. If you're against something, reduce, don't waste, be congruent.

There are other things you can do to stop these problems. There's a peaceful economic sabotage that you can do, way more effective than you think:

Stop buying oil based products like plastic, hair dye, cosmetics, clothing. Go for naturally made things, for artisan made things. You can buy clothing on second hand stores, and you'll reduce the massive clothing production that wastes an amount of water litters and contaminates air, ground and water.

Buy to local sellers. Many products are transported by vehicles like cars, airplanes and ships that use oil fuel and generates high amount of co2. The closer you buy, the better you're helping to reduce oil use. Also, go for public transportation or, if your destination is near, you can walk or use other transportation like bicycles.

Reduce your electricity use and the time you spend online. In the present, the majority of electricity is powered by oil based power centers, and all of Internet data is stored on centers that have to be cooled down by electricity so, the less you stay on social media, the more you will prevent the massive production of unnecessary electricity.

Donate money if you can to organizations that search for other electricity generators that are eco-friendly. Donate old clothing to people that need it, and consume food responsibly so you don't leave leftovers. The food that you get left can be donated as well.

Stop blaming art, and start looking to what artists of the past have to tell you and teach you through their paintings instead. Art is World Culture Patrimony. Start living responsibly and take real action, change your lifestyle, and you'll see how change starts becoming true. If no one uses oil, governments will stop producing it.

I will end this post quoting the russian author Fyodor Dostoievsky: "Beauty will save the World"

And this section of one of the many letters Vincent wrote to his brother Theo:

“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”

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