[Garish Au]

[Garish au]

Alma: Dammit, you ruin everything!

Isabela: You're welcome.

Isabela, after getting punished: Worth it

*Internal screaming*

I love this! Didn't expect to have this!

I love how Luisa anxiously tense in here, preparing in a face of danger

For @yellowcry, a belated birthday present of their Pedro and Alma Swap Luisa.

Based on Luisa in Surface Pressure; Hercules section.

Apologies for it being late, as I did now know, prior to the day, when your birthday was or what exactly I was going to draw for it.

Pepa: How petty can you get?

Dolores: I once made a fake encyclopedia to win an argument I was wrong about.

Pepa, tearing up: I'm proud of you

Another headcanon, but Camilo actually cooks the best out of his generation

It's just that his food never lives longer than half of minute

Loose threads

Looking through what was left after Casita's fall was really fun. There were so many memories from the past that they all had forgotten.

Casita's fall meant a lot of broken stuff, that was left in the rubbles. Most of the things were destroyed beyond repair. However, there were leftovers that at least resembled something. Photos cutten by their glass frames, crumpled cutlery, books sheltered by their wooden shielves.

And looking through it all made a fair amount of fun time for the entire family. So many things reminded of old times, about childhood or adults' youth. Casita was the place where they all grew, their home.

It was the time when Camilo and Antonio had found a box with the toys. The older boy could recognize some of his belongings. Next, some things weren't known to him. The older girls' stuff. And it wasn't like he would miss another awkward story, they seemed to have these for every occasion. And inviting the rest to join them wasn't baffling. Senoritas seemed just as eager.

The day off paced in a rapid temp. Camilo took another thing. A torn knitted doll. The threads were torn, the right arm and half of the shoulder were ripped off, lying as cotton in the bottom. What was left of brown hair was made into a sloppy braid. The face was ripped open, and one of the eyes and the mouth were destroyed too.

"So, who is its owner?" Camilo laughed, taking the toy out. "Isabela?" He turned to the eldest granddaughter, expecting her to admit this as hers. He knew Mirabel never had anything quite like this and Luisa was far too vigorous to play with the dolls.

Dolores squeaked, grabbing it from Camilo's arms in a gentle grip. "I think it's mine." She muttered in disbelief.

"Pretty sure it is," Isabela confirmed, making the younger grandkids stare at them in disbelief. Camilo understood that his hermana didn't have any girlish property before she came out, and he would have known if it was after with no doubts. "I remember you've carried it around as much as you could."

"Really?" Mirabel gasped, studying the pattern of knits. "I don't remember this at all."

Dolores pressed the plaything against her chest, not too tight so she wouldn't damage it further. "I think I stopped by the second year in school. Didn't want to be called girl."

It was strange to believe that there was a time when Dolores acted like her biological identity, refusing from something that would make her look like a girl. Camilo never had any problems with his love for kids and he didn't try to appear as a certain sex, just like himself. But again, he couldn't relate to Dolores in terms of this, even with his shapeshifting.

Luisa scratched her head, thinking for a moment. "I can recall that Isa called you Dolly... I mean when we were kids." She didn't retain the doll in the same way Lores and Isa did, but she could remember that her older cousin was often carrying something. It was a blurry memory. If Dolores stopped playing with it after she went to school, Luisa was four at best, and she was never close to Dolores in the same way as her sister. What she knew was so brief that she could never tell if it was what happened in fact or if her brain was playing a trick on her.

This made Camilo even more surprised, He knew his cousin used this as a nickname for Dolores ever since she had chosen this name, nobody else really did. And Lola was getting mad to the extreme point if anyone else dared to call her like this. It couldn't be descended from her old name, so Isabela used this because of a toy.

Isabela laughed, covering her mouth. "Oh, yes. I did." She patted Dolores' shoulder, who was half-floored even by this point. Not grasping into the verity that she held one of her aged belongings.

"I can't believe Mama actually saved it." It was odd, Dolores herself didn't remember it well enough, it was a memory that she had shoved at the back of her mind with years. She sometimes wondered what happened to it, neither of the younger children had played with it. But as a grown-up she didn't want to carry a doll around, there was no need for it. It was a key to so many memories, like a spray. She carried this doll to the table during their meals and was requesting Casita to place a chair for her, she had read bedtime stories to her and clutched her in her sleep. It was even upsetting of how she dumped it after learning about social roles. Now this was just a recollection of her youth years.

Mirabel wasn't exactly interested in the toy. She never saw it until now, so it wasn't the same part of youth as for Dolores or Isabela, but she was a creative person and adored craftworks. It was no surprise she was interested in the way how it was made. She could try to sew up the torn parts, but she didn't want to make it worse by pulling the yarns out. And nobody had asked her anyway.

Isabela was the one to remember it good, she was the closest to Dolores back then. If she placed it well, it was one of the presents for her birthday that she disliked. And Dolores happened to adore it. Isabela didn't mind this at all, she considered this adorable and mirthful. The doll could be known as Dolores' distinctive sign, probably causing the fact that Isabela started to use this nickname.

Part of Dolores wondered if she had picked her name because it reminded her of 'Dolly'. The time when she didn't have to pretend to be masculine and hide herself the way she had in her later years. It made sense to her, preschool years were the period when the distinction between boys and girls was the smallest. But she couldn't tell for real. Either way, she liked the name Dolores, and the roots of it weren't important. Maybe it was because of Isa, maybe it wasn't... What difference did it make?

[Swap au]

Luisa: Family inheritance, hm?

Luisa: Do we count a constant feeling that you and everyone around are always in danger as one? Abuelo gave it to me as a birthday gift