A New Part Of This Au!

A new part of this au!

If you won't act, the trouble will start

Luisa tried to avoid everyone's gaze as she sat on the dinner table. It worked... not very good. She had thought that getting back to normality would help her to get distracted. At least not think about pain. But, it was like everyone stared at her without a shame. Like everyone's gaze was chained to her. And this time it wasn't for work. The weight fell heavy on the bottom of Luisa already weak stomach. Were people judging her? Did they find it some kind of a show to look at? Luisa would give anything to at least hide the lack of an arm. But again, convindering how small Encanto is, she would be surprised if there was a single person who didn't know it even before she was awake. (She was the LAST person to find out her arm was severed. And it just nade her sick even more than she was since the beginning)

Luisa couldn't lose her arm! She just.... She was strong... Too strong for this! It had to be a jike, a sick dream. And then she would wake up. Except for that she never did. Hours of touching where her arm was supposed to be hadn't came to any result. Attempts to squeeze her wrist were futile. Nothing sermed to work. No matter how desperate she swore she felt her arm present. The pain crawled all the way from the tips of her non-exististing fingers. Circulating around in the blood vessels. Pushing her up.

Luisa tried to use it each time. And each time she met a mockery from the universe. A cruel joke she had to windstand because it was the only thing she could do. Ignoring the burning tears freezing behind her eyes. Trying not to scream even if she wanted to. She would gladly puch things until her wrist is broken if it could prove the fact that her arm was still attached.

She tried to focus on eating. Good thing she was ambidextrous. She could use both arms m in the same way. At least there was no problem of learning to use non-dominant arm. Such a wonderful skill thank you so much, what would she do without it.

Her arm wasn't here. What in the word had happened? She felt like she could blow up in any moment. Destroy whatever she can, feel the white blood on her knuckles.

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"Luisa, how are you doing?" The woman winced, looking down at the sourse of sound. her little sister.

She gritted her teeth, feeling a gross bile rising in her chest. It left stench inside her stomach, flowing in painful hatred. "What do you think?"

"I just wanted to ask what can I do to you? Anything."

"Well, I don't know, how about you attach my goddamn arm back to it's place." Luisa scowled, tensing her fist. The tiff twisted n her throat, making it impossible to breathe.

What was she supposed to say? Why the heck did Mirabel even talk to her? If it wasn't for her than none of this would've happened. The bitterness felt salty on her tongue.

"I'm sorry! I promise, I.." Mirabel raised her arms in defeat, taking a step back. Guilty.

"Leave me alone! It's because of you" Luisa barked, her fist hit the wall by pure instinct. Not strong enough to ruin the building (thank God, the last thing Luisa wanted was to lose another limb).

It took for Luisa to feel the weight of her words. Heavy ringing in the air. What... What did she say? Why would... She didn't mean to get mad at Mirabel. (But she was. And it made her sick so much.)

Madrigal Grandkids and cooking headcanons.

Isabela

Isn't allowed in kitchen.

Seriously, she will start a fire.

You can give her only ice and she'll still start a fire

Constantly tries to cook everything she sees. Everything that you can't eat.

Frying rocks and fabrics just because she can.

Dolores

Isn't really interested in cooking.

At least is able to make a basic meal without causing the end of a world

Secretly has enough knowledge to cook good because of her hearing. But she doesn't enjoy it

Also heavy dislikes the sound of boiling water or sizzling oil. Tries to avoid being near it. Never comes into the kitchen if someone is at the oven

Side note: If she's here, there's a good chance Isabela is around. They come in complect

Luisa

Didn't have cooking skills pre-movie, who has time for it?

Learns cooking. It comes with... difficulty

Has broken several plates, bows and other things after getting into the moment.

Gets relief from stress while cooking, and doesn't really try to make a food, she's more into the process

Make Sire Isabela doesn't try to annoy her.

Camilo

Much to everyone's surprise, an actually decent cook. When he isn't stupid/chaotic. Comes with taking care of kids.

If you managed to eat his food, you're lucky. He probably eats 90% during the process

Probably the best out of grandkids. Again, if he's not chaotic in the moment. Which is rare.

You probably need to steal food from the kids he babysits to try it. Or be a kid he babysits

Mirabel

Another good cook. Learnt from helping her mother

Will put on the most closed apron so her embroidery won't get dirty. Then complains because it's too hot.

If it wasn't for self-esteem issues, she would try to put cheese in everything she makes

Constantly washes her hands.

Side note: If she's here, Luisa will definitely join. If Luisa's here, Isabela has 50% to come and become a gremlin

It's weird that to this day a lot of people don't really get the difference between like. "this author is a bad person and the work is problematic" normal style and the much more intense "the author is an important figure in a hate group and actively uses her money and power and fame to take away people's rights, and is currently very successful at doing that"

Gotta be one of my favourite lyrics

(translating Ukranian WOAM now! It's just so... Ladder, go hug your sister!)

American missiles are killing Russian children! It's not Russian missiles bombing American beaches!

I haven't said a word about America?

Have anyone asked for translated version of Ukranian surface pressure? No? Well, it's still here!

I know my Ukranian isn't perfect so if I translated wrong somewhere, you're more than welcome to correct me.

Nerves

I'm mighty, I'm like a flint.

My nerves are as strong as a belt

(I) move bricks and building.

My strength is valued everywhere

I will push stable back to the house

And will break what (I) must break

If I have to — will spin. Not crying, not barking.

Have a hard nature, I don't see troubles.

However. At the bottom of my soul, it's like I'm on a wire.

And endless fear sits deep as a villain

Аt the bottom of his soul, Heracles also thought

"Screw those heroic situations!"

At the bottom of my soul, I'm so afraid not to be in use

When something bad happens.

If you won't act, troubles will start

The end of all hope will wait us then!

So nerves are sip, sip, sip, again

It's been like this since long ago

Nerves are tip, tip tip

Everything goes upsidedown.

But I'm a sister who's a little older.

So all worries are cancelled.

Who else can carry every burden?

To the goal

Though nerves are smik, smik, smik again

A million worries.

And minutes are tick, tick, tick

There's problems for seven (people)

But I'm a sister who's a little stronger

So "Ah" and "Ouh" are all cancelled.

Who can give me a helping hand?

At the bottom of my soul, I know it pointless

To stand at the way of problems all the time

At the bottom of my soul, the ship is swimming

But not everything is as smooth in nature

At the bottom of my soul, I can't stop thinking

about how to avoid harm.

(You're) Lining up the dominoes, but it's all the same

Somebody will blow and all the line will lie again

And what if I would push this burden

Onto other people? I would become lighter that a fluff.

Open (my) wings, forget about fatigue. But instead

The unknown disturbs, worries (me)

Because something is above

Nerves are sip, sip, sip again

Like a metronome

Nerves are smik, smik, smik again

Everything goes upside down

But your sister is so persistent

(She) had lifted the family cargos and haven't fallen

I never spare my power for my relatives

That's my gift

So, nerves are tip, tip, tip again

Is million worries

And minutes tick, tick, tick

There's problems for seven (people)

But your sister is strong and rapid

She's able to move bare rocks nimbly.

Who am I if I won't give myself somewhere?

So I am your saving gift!

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