Not Talking About Situations When It Mixed. (Like Potato With Mushrooms) Because I Think It's Unfair

Not talking about situations when it mixed. (Like potato with mushrooms) because I think it's unfair

[Luisa with congenital insensitivity to pain, during Casita's rebuild]

Luisa: Hey, how hard is it for you to raise your left arm?

Isabela: Uh, no hard at all?

Mirabel, suspicious: Luisa, can you please do this yourself?

Luisa, knowing that she won't be able to get out of this situation: Well... *Raises for the half of the way, but struggles to do any more* Uh... Is this not normal?

Isabela:

Mirabel:

Mirabel: You're going to mom.

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im so tired of seeing that Ukrainians are "white privileged." WHERE. WHERE THE FUCK. JUST WHERE. Ukrainians and Ukrainian culture whas been OPPRESSED. Ukrainian language and culture has been BANNED from everything by russia CENTURIES AGO. Ukrainian artists and writers have been KILLED AND OPPRESSED AND BANNED from writing literature in Ukrainian. we are literally being KILLED just because we are Ukrainian. what the fuck do you mean by white privilege.

[Cursed gifts AU]

Mirabel: Am I fine? Of course I am

Mirabel: It's just that two-thirds of my family members are going though hell and I don't know how to help them.

Mirabel: And this started after I yelled at Abuela so it's most likely my fault

A beautiful art

She spent months in here. Restrained on everyone's view. A beautiful art for everyone to see. She wanted to get away, she wanted to come back home. She deserved to be treated as a human, didn't she?

Inspired by this art made by @marquisdeglad (contains nude)

CW: Dehumanization, Non-Consensual Touching

She hated this. The restraints on her body were locked tightly, not allowing her to move even a single inch. If only her gift was still around... But right now she was stuck. Her entire body was hurting awfully, muscles were sore from standing in the same position for hours. No place to move. Luisa was never the type to sit still or, in this occasion, stay still. She wanted to run a few marathons so badly, and her muscles felt even worse from the lack of physical activity. Her skin was uncomfortably fat, soaked with oil to make her glitter in the sun from the big windows. Luisa would give anything for the ability to wash it away. The only good thing about it was the fact that not everyone wanted to touch her oiled body. Not everyone... But still, there were a lot of people who didn't find anything wrong with touching her anywhere they could. Running their palms along her back, pushing her shoulder blades slightly, patting her cheekbones, squeezing her majestic muscles even more than they were with all those golden restraints. 

And, Luisa always liked physical contact, not only big like hugs but even small gestures. Now she hated it in the depth of her soul. The feeling of skin against her skin sent a shiver down her skin. Her naked body was exposed, shown off like a piece of art. She was a beautiful caged statue, made to be examined. Shouldn't you not touch the exhibits with your hands? Luisa didn't know. Her screams were muffled by the gag, gripped between her jaws. It was painful, tiring, dehumanizing. Luisa wasn't some object to be forced to stay here, locked in a cage... On the other hand, in a cage, she would be able to move at least a little. These people didn't seem to care. Luisa was something beautiful for them, so they could stare at her, study from head to toe all days long. Luisa wanted nothing more than to break free. But no matter what, without her past magical strength she wasn't able to come out and get free again. She was spending hours and hours, using all her power that came naturally, but the metal was solid. Oh, how much would Luisa give to have her gift back... The hope was leaving her, the idea that she could spend the rest of her life like this was getting to her. Strapped all over without the ability to move, covered in disgusting oil, never seeing her family again.

Her family... There were no words to describe how much she missed them. The burning wish to stay in their hugs, see how they are doing. Luisa had no idea what happened to them. She hoped that they were okay. She hadn't seen them in this place, so maybe they were free. But again, it's not like Luisa could see much. But from her observations, the "exhibits" in this hell were all women with bodies like Luisa's. Maybe the rest of her family would be safe right now. Or maybe they were just like she was, she had zero idea. The only thing she got was strangers, staring at her, eyeing her body unashamedly. It made Luisa's guts twist down. She didn't want to be seen like this. Even with how proud she had always been of her own body, she needed to be seen as more than her flesh and muscles. Her feelings were supposed to be recognizable. Instead, she was turned into a statuette. The restrains were hard. Luisa had spent days, trying to break them. It didn't work. Of course. She needed her gift so much, now not to feel useful, she couldn't care less about that right now, but to destroy all these gold-plated stings, break free. Get away and run as far as possible. She wanted to be treated as an equal human being. Not like... this...

Before she thought that her worth was determined by the fact of how useful she was. Now... Now she didn't think she had any worth at all. No one in here was treating her as a human being and it had an impact on her. Her thoughts, feelings, her voice, none of this mattered. It was just a beautiful body, shining in the sunlight. Luisa wanted to move, she wanted to shift her muscles so badly, but the only time when they would take her restraints off was after putting her on a drugged sleep. To wash the sweat and old oil away. And then put her back on a pedestal. And Luisa could only hope that the pose would be different so her muscles would feel at least a little less pain. And she felt how they were washing her through her sleep. It was even worse than just being touched. Because when she was at the layout, they were doing it lightly, gently running across her body, admiring her. When they bathed her it was stronger and more rough. But it's not like she had any voice in this. Even if she wanted to, her voice was blocked carefully.

She wanted to be free, didn't she deserve to be free? She wanted to move and speak. She wanted to stop feeling dirty. The pain inside her body never stopped, her muscles were always tense, all the time. But she would prefer this physical pain to mental in every day. Because being constantly degraded was ripping her mind apart. Luisa wanted to rip her body apart just to stop this. If she had a chance, if anyone would give her a chance, she would prefer to be dead instead of this. But she didn't really have a way to do so. She wasn't able to move and this cursed body couldn't just fall apart on its own, it was truly a hopeless situation. No way to escape, no way to hide, no way to stop this all.

How were Mama and Papa doing? Were they heartbroken? Did they still hope for Luisa to come back? Or maybe they had moved on eventually. How was her lovely little sister? Knowing Mirabel, she would probably think that it's her fault. Luisa wished she could squeeze her as tight as possible and whisper that it wasn't Mirabel's fault until her throat got sore. But if Luisa was in her place, if she was the one who's sister disappeared... She would definitely feel the same way. Did Isabela grow this new garden she had been bragging about for weeks? Had Dolores asked Mariano out? Was Camilo working on another stage production? Luisa had no idea. There was no way to tell if they were okay. Please, they had to be... They didn't deserve to be stripped of everything, restrained, and exposed, no one did. Except for Luisa

Days now were just one big blur. It was only pain in her petrified muscles, the oil dripping down her skin and touches. Luisa wanted to hope, to believe she could get away one day. But she felt less and less so with every second. Maybe she would really stay like this forever. A beautiful art for esthetic purposes. Maybe she deserved this. The pain was never stopping. People were always standing there, watching her. Luisa thought that after all this time she would at least stop feeling so much shame over the fact that she was completely exposed, but no, she wanted to cover herself, hide it somewhere far away. Where no one could ever find her flense. She wanted to wash everything away, the oil, their skin against hers, her entire body. It was disgusting, this entire situation she was forced into... It wasn't how they were supposed to treat her, was it? She... She wanted to believe she didn't deserve it. But with every second, it was getting harder and harder.