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#and that is how mirabel madrigal was made
jacarandaaaas · 2 months
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since mirabels birthday is coming up let’s take a moment to appreciate how skilled this girl is🦋🧵🪡🪗🎨
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all this and dancing + singing too!
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thetalkingwave · 1 year
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Commissioned some lovely Sorabel from @sparklingpixies!
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winterxisxcomingx · 1 year
Conversation
Mirabel: What makes life so difficult?
Hiro, Penny and Violet in sync: People
Wilbur: Intelligent hats
Hiro, Penny and Violet:
Wilbur: You would agree with me, if you were there!
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3ternitymaze · 1 year
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CamiMira 300 Twitter followers special!
(Original post date 04.04.22)
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bombasticprimekitty · 11 months
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Side Story: Second Best
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All her life, Dolores Madrigal is known to be the second.
The second to be born, the second to be able to walk, the second to be able to talk, the second to get her gift, and the second to be the very best.
And no matter how hard she tries, no matter how hard she struggles. Every blood, sweat, and tears that she pours to perfect her craft. Days, months, years of hardship to try and be the very best, to be the number one. She was just never good enough. Always losing behind her older cousin by three months, Isabela. Everything she do or does, Isabela simply did it better.
After all, what is hard work when pitted against natural talent?
Isabela the golden child. The perfect child. The first of the third generation of the familia Madrigal. A gifted prodigy. And the one that always ahead of her. And the very best of all.
No matter the many sleepless nights or the long hours of days. She is always in Isabela’s shadow. Even when she tries to claw and tore her way out of it. Struggling against it as if she was drowning. The shadows just grow taller and wider. Threatening to block her off completely.
Carving a Pokeball? Her’s was slightly lumpy with a few imperfections, while Isabela’s made a perfect one without any bumps or imperfection. Perfect shape to the likes of her Tio Agustin smooth metallic pokeball.
Catching Pokémon's? She managed to get three, while Isabela caught six. And all six of the Pokémon are known to be very aggressive and dangerous.
Entering the Tournament of Champions? She ranks second, while Isabela ranks first. Beating her three to six, not even bothering to let out the other three. A total sweep.
And she could only greet her teeth in anger. Envy growing in her chest like the parasitic mushroom on a Paras back.
Each one step forward she takes, Isabela would take six. Widening the gap between them with each passing day until all she could only see was her back from a distance. The gap between them separated by a wide chasm. And never once did Isabela look back to acknowledge her.
Isabela was always the first, while she always took second.
How she resents it. How she resents her. It wasn’t fair. While she struggles to accomplish anything and Isabela makes it so effortless. It felt like her attempts were being spitted on. That no matter how hard she tries she could never reach her. To be her equal and stand side by side with her. That the gap between their skills is too enormous. And Dolores was determined to prove her wrong. That she can be her equal. That she is her equal.
And then Mirabel’s gift ceremony happened. And Isabela and Tio Bruno are gone.
And just like that, her world grinds to a stop. Suddenly there isn’t anyone that she can compete against. No one that she can try to prove herself to. All of her hard work and struggle amounts to nothing now. Since now that Isabela is gone, she’s now automatically number one.
And she hates it.
Because it isn’t something that she earns. It was just given to her on a silver platter. Because when the first is gone, the second would replace them. It felt like she had cheated. That she took an easier path to get the recognition she so desperately wanted. And not by the person she wanted to be recognize the most.
Yes, she had gotten the number one spot she wanted. To be the very best. And yet...
After her pseudo sister cousin’s untimely death, she felt the shadows that she was under growing exponentially larger. The gap between them is ocean apart now. And this time, she has no way of ever leaving it. After all, there is no better feat of accomplishment than dying to protect the people of Encanto. Like Abuelo Pedro.
Isabela’s last big accomplishment. Dying a hero’s death.
She felt like a replacement. Like they need a stand in for the best. A second Isabela Madrigal. The one that will forever be just a shadow to the real one. The fake one. A poor imitation of the original.
Guess no matter what she do. She’s always destined to remain the second best.
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Hey, hey 👀👀
How Bright You Burn (How Brave You’ve Been) playlist 💕
Warning: very long and very self-indulgent
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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years
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I know that Bruno had a very valid reason for leaving the family but honestly he did leave without explanation. His family has every right to be upset about that.
Yes.
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nose-bl · 2 years
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Not done talking about Encanto >:]
i love seeing the different opinions about Encanto that colombian people have. i personally LOVE the movie, i love the themes it explores, i love how they delve into intergenrational trauma, i love the spanish dub. i love how they don’t frame Alma as an evil villain but rather a very traumatized woman who buried all her feelings deep down and was doing her best to take care of her family, i love how they also didn’t excuse her behaviour but still gave her a chance to change and redeem herself overtime, i love how in the end it is clear that the family has a lot of healing to do but it ends in a positive note, showing that they are going to be alright
many people disliked how the movie showed “multiple colombias“, and i totally get that, but i honestly love that.....it’s obviously not accurate, there’s a big mixture of flora and fauna and traditions and food and clothing that isn’t realistic. and if this was supposed to be a a more realistic film, i definitely would be upset. but it’s a fictional movie about a colombian family saved by a miracle who now have powers. the miracle lifted up the mountains and build a house out of nowhere. i like the ambigious setting because in my opinion, it makes sense in this context
and also because i think it’s really fun to explore all these different aspects of colombian culture. i do agree that this film was not made for colombians, that’s very clear, but i think that’s fine tbh. it’s disney, it’s a usamerican film, i really don’t care. as one of my teachers put it: the fact that they showed many colombias help a lot of people feel represented in the film because colombia is a very diverse country and it’s clear they were going for a “representing and celebrating as many aspects of this culture as we can“ kind of things instead of focusing on one region and working around that
all i want is for people to look for more actual colombian media, i want more stories about us made by us for us, and i want these stories to be recognized internationally
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riddlerosehearts · 2 years
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coming back to tumblr after yet another unintentionally lengthy hiatus, scrolling through some tags while thinking about how sometimes i get anxious about my age and worry that soon i'll be too Old for it to not be weird that i still read frozen fics and make disney gifs on tumblr... and then discovering the latest supernatural fandom disaster via the blog of a 35 year old rpf shipper, sure was An Experience. yeah on second thought i am not too old to make disney gifs, i'm just doing a fun thing that doesn't hurt anyone and should definitely continue doing so soon!
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phoenixlionme · 4 months
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These two screenshot comparisons are VERY telling. Now, before I start, I want to make it clear: This is not me calling the Madrigals "evil" or anything like that, it's just an observation. Kind of a sad one but still a simple observation.
In the first shot, we see all of them listening to Alma's speech. All of staring up at the matriarch with attentiveness and reverence; at the same time, huddling together in closeness and vulnerability - Luisa's hand on Julieta's shoulder. Julieta and Camilo holding each other, Isabela and Dolore holding one another, and Agustin holding onto Dolores' shoulder. We see that they are tight knit and close family that have zero qualms about being affectionate with each other. But, then something happens...
Onto the second screenshot, their closeness doesn't change but their attention and attitudes shift. Why? They just witnessed Mirabel (whose ceremony failed) agreeing to help Antonio to his door. And they don't smile at Mirabel's sweet gesture even after shock dissipates. All of their reactions are either shocked (Camilo, Dolores, Agustin), concerned (Julieta), quiet understanding (Luisa), or quiet disapproval (Isabela, when asked about her reaction Jared Bush confirmed on Twitter that Isabela made that face because she thought Mirabel was going to mess up Antonio's night).
And given how Mirabel was positioned with Antonio, she most likely noticed the reactions of her family. And even though it's not said, I think it paints a clear picture of something even Mirabel most likely knows but doesn't say out loud: For all the talk about familial love, the Madrigals don't have the highest respect for Mirabel. I am NOT saying they don't love her, but they don't fully respect her.
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The second wip of the Reincarnation AU series; Isabela’s death.
Featuring another sketch at the end.
Time skip of fourteen years. What happened between Mirabel and Isabela’s deaths? You’ll never know.
Comments are always appreciated.
Warning, sensitive topics below: murder and character death.
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So Much Hides Behind My Smile
“Knock, knock? Mi flor? Are you in there?” Someone asks, opening the door.
Isabela is sat at her vanity, carefully taking out the flowers she’d woven into her hair that morning. From the mirror’s reflection, she can see Milagro stood in the doorway, her family going about minding their own business just behind.
It had been a busy day, of course. Her perfect, albeit long awaited, wedding.
“Of course, mi vida. Did you need something?”
“I just came to see you,” he answered, shutting the door behind him. He laughed, walking over to her, just about to set a hand on her shoulder. “Well, it’s been a long day but we’ve finally made it to the wedding night—”
“Get the fuck out of my room.” Isabela snarls.
Milagro blanks for a minute. “Um… where else am I meant to sleep?”
“I don’t care. It’s not my problem.” She seethes, turning back to the mirror.
“In case the rest of the day didn’t clue you in, mi flor, we are unfortunately husband and wife now. It very much is your problem. And from what I understand, the sooner you have a baby, the happier your Abuela will be. Which you’ll have a hard time achieving if you don’t want me here.”
“If you so much as touch my shoulder, I will rip your penis off and feed it to my carnivorous plants.”
Neither says anything more.
But it takes exactly two seconds for them to act.
Milagro goes to charge his entire body into hers but is yanked onto the floor by throned vines, as Isabela throws herself straight onto him.
“How dare you treat me like this!?”
“How dare you!? This is my room and don’t you forget it!”
“Just because you’re a Madrigal doesn’t mean you can get away with everything, princesa!”
They scratch and hiss and hit like wild jaguars, fighting over the last scrap of meat.
It just keeps going.
Not only does he deserve it and worse, she can let out all the steam that’s been building inside her.
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“A perfect match,” Alma hummed, as Bruno poured them all another round of wine. “Isabela deserves the best and that is what she has. They will both bring so much good to the Encanto.”
“I can’t believe it. Where has the time gone?” Bruno added.
Pepa nodded, still drying her hair. “It feels like just yesterday Isabela was born and now she’s married and going to have babies of her own.”
“That will be our Lolita soon,” Félix smiled.
“I’m too young to have grandchildren! We’re too young to have grandchildren! No offence, Mama.”
Alma was in too good a mood to even remotely care.
“Is it really Dolores’ wedding next?” Bruno asked, teasing. “Because I had a little peek into the future and I saw—”
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE RUIN IT! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!” Pepa shrieked.
Bruno held his hands up in surrender as his sister began a play fight with him, Félix laughed riotously.
“Hey, I was only kidding!”
“Well, I don’t believe you!”
Alma chuckled too, before getting up. “I am going to check on Julieta and Agustín.”
“You do that,” Félix said. “I’ll keep an eye on these two.”
The rest of the grandkids, all of whom were drunk, were out in the courtyard, hyper as anything.
Camilo, Antonio and a variety of animals were dancing while Dolores played some lively tune on her bandola; Luisa singing a completely different song over the top.
Honestly, you wouldn’t know they were adults.
On any other day, she would probably have scolded them and sent them to bed. For now though, she is happy enough to just leave them. They aren’t hurting anyone or causing any trouble, to be fair.
Agustín and Julieta were sat quietly in another room, without the wine. Julieta has been in an odd state for the past few years with seemingly new cure, and Agustín has always preferred to keep some distance from his mother-in-law when he can help it.
But they should be together right now. This is Isabela’s day and they have all been her biggest supporters.
“They certainly make the happy couple,” Alma said, taking a seat beside them.
“Indeed.” Agustín agrees. “I had my doubts about this match, but I’m glad that I’ve been proved wrong.”
“So long as my girls are happy, then I’m happy.” Julieta declares.
“Well, mija, I can attest that Luisa is definitely happy.” She paused, trying to get the pair to hear the carryon happening outside. “And trying to make herself a soprano, apparently.”
After some wonky, forced long note from Luisa, they broke into laughter.
“It’s nice to see the kids are still enjoying life and spending time together,” Agustín remarked, smiling fondly.
Julieta’s smile drops.
“Not all of them.”
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Long after Milagro is gone and her temper has cooled, Isabela heads downstairs.
It’s late now.
The rest of the family is in bed. Or at least in their rooms.
She doesn’t know where Milagro went after she kicked him out, probably the guest bedroom, but she doesn’t care enough to check. He can sleep outside for all she cares.
She heard some footsteps on the way to the kitchen, but brushed them off.
One of Antonio’s animals, no doubt.
In the kitchen, she makes her way over to the coffee pot. It’s half full, just needs to be reheated - no doubt Luisa has beaten her to their usual midnight drinks.
Casita takes over, sliding her signature cup along to her.
“What do you think of all this, Casita?”
A few tiles clink.
“Mirabel? I’d be lectured for at least two hours about failed marriages in history or something if she was still alive.” Isabela glanced to the side. “Can’t imagine how she’d take this… knowing I just went back.”
More clinking.
“Well, what was I meant to do? I couldn’t say no.”
A cupboard smacks her shoulder, lightly.
She chuckled. Taking off the wedding ring.
“Haha, good point. You know, I always thought getting out of the Guzmán engagement would make me happy, and now I’m about two seconds away from committing murder.”
The beams squeak supportively.
“It’s nice to know someone’s got my back.”
The coffee pot, ready, is tilted over Isabela’s cup, filling it to the brim.
“Maybe I’ll let it happen. Let the family see he’s awful and then I’ll be free.”
It smells as good as usual, there’s an underlying hint of something that isn’t coffee though. She shrugs, and drinks it anyways.
Luisa’s been drunk since the ceremony ended, who knows what she’s put in here since. It’s probably alcohol - that she’s added in some spark of creativity. And Isabela isn’t too against the idea of alcohol in her coffee at all - it’s an idea she’ll try later, when she isn’t about to go to bed.
It doesn’t taste any different though.
She lets Casita dispose of the ring.
She returns to her room steadily, not paying much attention to the beautiful decorations that have been hanging since this morning.
It’s one of the odd times where she wasn’t the one to decorate Casita in her flora - it was her day. Abuela had made it very clear that she didn’t want Isabela to lift a finger.
She never really got a chance to admire them this morning either. She’s spent most of the day outside of Casita and when they have been home, she was in her room, getting ready with Dolores, her maid of honour.
Ah well.
They will still be there tomorrow.
All that matters now is that she’s alone, out of that hideous wedding dress and can sleep off her frustration with a drink.
She doesn’t bother switching on the light, just clambers into bed and setting the cup on her bedside table.
The café con leche is as inviting as always.
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[Note reads, not in Isabela’s handwriting:
Dear family,
This is not about you, this is about me. I can’t cope with the pressure of being the perfect Madrigal any longer. I was not made to be a wife and mother - my most sincere apologies to Milagro, mi vida. I tried. You should not blame yourselves. I hope whatever is is next is better than this.
— Isabela]
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jacarandaaaas · 6 months
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I’m telling u this is her thing
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dazeddoodles · 4 months
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In Encanto/Owl House AU, how does the Madrigals feel about being students at Hexside?
(For context in this Au, Mirabel and Camilo are 14, Luisa is 16, Isabela and Dolores are 17 or 18. Antonio is still 5. The reason for this is because I wanted all the grandkids attending Hexide at the same time)
They all like being students at Hexide (or so they all say) except for Mirabel. She's spent every year the last nine years (assuming you enter Hexide as age 5) switching tracks and feels unable to master any. She doesn't know what track she wants to study and feels restricted only being allowed to study one.
But anytime she brings up the idea of studying more than one track, her family always responds with something along the lines of "That's what your uncle Bruno said. There's a reason we don't talk about him 🤨"
Isabela is the star student like Amity, and is annoyed at being related to Mirabel who's known for being bad at everytrack (same dynamic Amity and Willow before the events on the show). Also similar to Amity, Isabela intends to try out for the Emporer's Coven. Not because she wants to but because Abuela wants her too.
When they were younger, Alma pressured the Triplets to try out for the Emporer's Coven. Bruno, who used to be the golden child of the family, came close. But later on realized how unfair the Coven System is and ran away to become a wild witch. And now Alma pushes the same expectations she had on her kids onto her grandkids, especially Isabela, which is secretly making her miserable.
After 9 years of going through every single track and her family dismissing her idea of studying more than one. Mirabel decides to actually seek Bruno out. It turns out he's not actually as scary and dangerous and everyone (including his Wanted posters) made him seem. (He's not a cool criminal like Eda)
He's kinda pathetic and literally just wants to be left alone to study all types of magic. Mirabel reveals she's his niece (he left before she was born) and convinces him to teach her all types of magic.
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gamerbearmira · 6 months
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We Don't Talk About Alma❓❗
I hope no one's done this. Like I'm going insane with this idea. I'm serious.
Basically, after Mirabel's ceremony, after everyone had left and the family had gone to bed, she doesn't immediately go to Bruno for a vision. She kind sits in the candle room and looks at the candle. And what does she figure? It's her fault Mirabel didn't get a gift.
Now you might think she thought it was because she out pressure on the family, but that's not it. She doesn't even think about it. The candle flickered in her hands. So her logic is she must not be fit to be the candle her, she did something wrong. So when she's sure everyone's asleep, she leaves the candle in the nursery, telling a sleepy Mirabel to watch over it, and leaves. How she ends up in the walls I'm not sure. Casita probably showed her and she saw it as a chance to be with her family but not hurting the magic, so she stays in there.
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Mirabel is out in charge of the candle. It was left in the nursery. Mirabel didn't really hear Alma that night, as Alma was telling her a lot of stuff, but she did hear the last part. And then that was the last anyone say of her. Literally, Mirabel was the last to see her, and then was gone. The next, Mirabel's door reappeared; she was holding the candle. This was because Alma, technically speaking, stepped down from being the candle holder, so it went to the next one in line; which was Mirabel. Of course the family was ecstatic, and another party was being planned. They hadn't even actually realized Alma was gone. Mirabel didn't reveal what she heard last night yet and everyone in the family kind of just assumed Alma knew and was around. Even though...no one...saw her???
Anyway, it isn't until townspeople start coming to Casita that someone asks "Where's Alma?". That prompted the family to search for her, on the DL of course. Mostly the adults, the kids were having too much fun playing in Mirabel's new room. When they couldn't find her, they didn't quite announce it. Once the party was over and the kids were asleep, they went looking for her all throughout Casita more throughly. Bruno was the one who finally noticed that Alma's door had gone dark. And when they went in, it was like no one had been in it for years. It was dark, dusty and there was scorch marks in certain places. The candle room looked abandoned, and the actual candle had been placed in Mirabel's room.
Kids found out later on and Mirabel's told everyone what Alma said to her the night of her birthday. Dolores couldn't even find Dolores; she said she could hear something but she wasn't entirely sure if it was her or not. Morale was made candleholder, but didn't step up to the role as leader until she was about 10. Courtesy of her parents.
Though, Antonio, afyer learning about gifts and what not, had a, very rational actually, fear that Mirabel would just disappear like Alma did. Other family sort of have a fear of that as well. Mirabel assures the family, and more importantly Antonio, that she wouldn't of course.
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Also Alma's line the The Family Madrigal is changed.
"My Abuela Alma-"
"We Don't Talk About Alma!"
"...One day they she saw the candle flicker, and then she suddenly disappeared."
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The thing is, it was implemented not because they didn't like her, or because she was weird. It was because it made the triplets sad to talk about her. Pressured or not, that was still their mother, and they loved her, so when she just uped and disappeared, it was kind of jarring to them. So, Agustín and Félix told the kids not to talk about Abuela near them, and then the town kind of picked up on it. Kind of an unspoken rule. Antonio has no idea who she is, and Luisa, Camilo and Mirabel barely remember her. They were too young.
No one knows why she left. Dolores can’t properly hear her, and Bruno’s visions never make sense.
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sun-lad · 7 months
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Encanto but all the Madrigals have magical heelys (expect Mirabel of course)
Whoever asked for this, bless your soul
The Heelys Lore thickens
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He looks like he has white hair, whoops.
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Luisa tripped once, was not allowed to wear her heelys (heelies?) whenever she did her chores after that - request made by Julieta who fears for her safety
Julieta herself does not wear her heelys, she just doesn't want too
Isabela before her character development constantly had to paint/stain her wheels pink
It didnt match with the rest of her dress but no matter what she did the paint would eventually chip off or the stain would wear off no matter how many layers she put on
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I got really tired of colouring 😀
Antonio got his heelys on the day of his ceremony, he found them beside his desk.
Find the missing heelys. It took Dolores a week to find hers and a month for Camilo to find his, Antonio got lucky.
Bonus: I found this comment really funny
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The chosen one. The one who has no heelies, must face all the feelies.
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sokkas-first-fangirl · 8 months
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Indulge my “Senoritas Perfectas” bullshit 🌸✨
Takes place immediately following Mirabel’s Ceremony
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It was pure happenstance that Isabela and Mirabel arrived to breakfast together. They’d both woken early- Isabela from habit and Mirabel because she wanted to keep practicing with her Gift- and they walked into the dining room together. Mirabel trailed right behind Isabela, little sparkles dancing around her fingertips.
Abuela smiled softly, her eyes shining with pride.
“There’s my perfect girls,” she said. She rose from her seat to hug them both, kissing Isabela on the cheek and gently stroking Mirabel’s hair.
Isabela paused. Perfect. My perfect girls.
It was true, Mirabel’s Gift was perfect. Everyone had gone wild when she touched her door and light spilled from her. She’d been bombarded with requests the whole night; the villagers and family alike were eager to see what light powers could create.
Abuela had looked especially fond when Isabela made flower petals rain down on Mirabel as she danced.
Perfect. Of course it was perfect. How could it be any less?
But what if…?
Isabela kept her smile in place as she and Mirabel took their seats. Abuela ushered Mirabel into the seat next to Isabela. That was new. Normally there was no fuss on who sat where; the only rule (albeit unspoken) was that Abuela always sat at the head of the table.
Isabela listened as Mirabel happily rambled to Abuela, telling her about the tiny rainbow she’d made that morning and how she promised she’d made one of the lights look like a butterfly. So eager to please. So happy and sweet.
What if Mirabel couldn’t keep it up? What if her smile slipped? What if people got bored of her Gift?
Her heart was pounding but Isa kept her hands clasped together and her posture straight (Abuela said it made her look so grown up), smiling all the while.
Her growing suspicions were confirmed after breakfast. As everyone separated to go about their business, Abuela took Isabela aside.
“Isa, mi vida,” she said. “After school, will you let Mirabel join you for your chores?” Her smile was indulgent, so happy and proud. Isabela would do anything to keep that smile.
Besides, Mirabel tailing her wouldn’t exactly be hard work. At most, she’d just insistently ask questions, like usual.
“Sí, Abuela,” she said.
“Gracias, amor,” Abuela said. She squeezed Isabela’s hand. “I think you are the best suited to help her.”
“Help her, Abuela?”
“With her Gift. Flowers and light- it couldn’t be more perfect.”
There was that word again. One little word with so much weight.
Isabela needed to be perfect. Everyone in the family did, really; they were the amazing Madrigals, so blessed, so helpful and strong. But she was the eldest, the shining example to her sisters, her cousins, to everyone in her age group.
Senorita Perfecta Isabela. Sweet, angelic, perfect Isabela. The flower princess.
And now Mirabel. The little shining star. Warm, loving, happy Mirabel.
Isabela didn’t want to see her sister’s smile disappear.
Of course she’d help her. What else could she do?
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