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#𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓   ————    independent   roleplay   blog   for   MARÍA VASQUEZ   from   the   musical   𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 .  influenced   by   the   1957  broadway   musical   ,   the   2021  steven   spielberg   film   &   personal   headcanons  .  🇵🇷   loved   by   a   pretty   wonderful   FREDDIE. 

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apology tour pt. 2, we love an au / @prettyfelt + willheim

This is what the newspaper headlines always miss. GANG VIOLENCE SPILLS OVER THE STREETS IN LATE NIGHT CONFRONTATION. No mention of the family. Of the loved ones left behind to mourn. Of the trauma touching those who witnessed the violence.

“Amen.” The pew creaks as he leans back, resting his hand on the back of the bench in front of them. It’s a sound that echoes through the empty church, filling the silence in a way that Will feels is beyond his abilities.

Her hand is a comfortable weight in his as their eyes meet. “Even if it doesn’t make it… go away—” and he knows that it doesn’t. Despite the sayings, there are some losses that even time can’t heal completely— “I’m… I’m always here, María.”

if  maría  could  stay  locked  away  within  the  walls  of  the  church  for  the  rest  of  the  foreseeable  future,  she  would  jump  at  the  opportunity.  the  world  just  outside  its  doors  held  the  painful  memory  over  her.  the  cracks  in  the  sidewalk,  the  sound  of  the  subway  trains,  even  the  smell  of  the  air  reminded  her  of  those  summer  days  and  nights.  the  joy,  the  optimism  and  the  feeling  of  watching  helplessly  as  her  innocence  was  slain  in  the  streets.  

noticing trauma prompts / @erstwhles

the  pair  of  them  are  the  only  ones  in  the  church  surrounded  by  empty  pews.  a  comfortable  silence  seems  to  echo  through  the  grand  space.  maría  sits  with  her  head  hung  and  hands  folded.  she  is  deep  in  her  prayer.  she  prays  for  bernardo,  anita,  and  tony.  she  even  prays  for  chino.  " ...amén. "  a  lump  sits  in  throat  but  the  tears  never  come.  this  reflective  moment  of  prayer  had  been  a  part  of  her  daily  routine  since  those  fateful  summer  nights.  at  least  she  did  not  have  to  pray  alone.  

two. who was your first muse?

oh god. it was shortly after the very first avengers movie came out so 2012. (yikes) she was an mcu based original character named astrid who was the daughter of thor and jane foster! she was a badass i kinda miss her

three. who are your longest rp friends?

BRIDGE my beloved <3 @erstwhles we've been writing and talking for at least five or six years. we talk literally everyday. my day hasn't started in earnest until i message her "happy [insert day of the week here]!" on discord. honestly, thee best writing partner and bestie anyone could ask for truly.

BLYTHE @worthfuls (and like a million other blogs) i think we’ve also been writing together for around five years and now we’re both college graduates wtffff 😭 the writing, the world building, the lore, the edits, the psds!!!!!! a fellow squishmallow hoarder collector. loml truly<3 

and of course my lovely lovely LYNNA @personnages​ just a genuine light in my life. truly one of the kindest most generous people i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting on this hellsite. ugh god what an angel!!!! 

six. OTP for your muse?

already answered !

seven. NOTP for your muse?

🚨 I WANT PREFACE THIS ANSWER BY SAYING THAT THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL PREFERENCE FOR MY PORTRAYAL OF MARÍA. AND THIS IS IN NO WAY MEANT TO BE A SLIGHT TO ANYONE ELSE WHO MIGHT THINK AND WRITE DIFFERENTLY.  🚨  i'm super uncomfortable with shipping maría with riff. ( or any of the other jets, really ) thr character is incredibly and unabashedly racist in all versions of the material, especially in the 2021 version on which my portrayal of maría is primarily based. he is never canonically remorseful about this behavior or belief. i feel like it's an incredibly slippery slope to try and rehabilitate a racist character through roleplay or fanfiction, especially if the rehabilitation comes about through said character’s proximity to a woman of color. especially a woman of color who is grieving. and as a black woman behind the screen ( who is going through a similar experience to my muse ) potentially writing that, it's just Not Great and potentially triggering. i don’t mind what my mutuals do but i personally won’t be writing it. 

twenty. how do you overcome writer's block?

absolutely TONY x MARÍA. 100%. no questions asked. peak romance. no notes !

i think i might’ve told @thrillor​ this one a few months ago but i still love it ! maría’s a pretty big fan of comic books. when she first got to new york city and started going to doc’s the bright covers always caught her eye, so she always made a point to carry an extra nickle or two to buy one. she's an archie comics girl at heart but she does dabble in some superhero issues from time to time. she’s not too deep into the lore of it all, though. she just thinks they’re fun.

of course !!  i don’t even think i’ve scratched the surface of stuff i wanna do with maría. i mean, she decides to live in the end !  i haven’t even gotten into the meat of that or how she moves forward but that’s not really an AU so let me answer your questions.  

i’d also love to explore what would’ve happened if she ended up with chino. i love plots that reshuffle of who lives and dies during the rumble ( riff living vs bernardo dying, bernardo living and riff dying. tony not dying, etc. )  and how that effects her. i’d also  love to explore what would happen if maría didn’t forgive tony so easily after the rumble. 

“You don’t have to say anything.” Being here for Willheim is enough. He parts his lips to tell her as much, but it’s impossible to get anything out. It has taken longer than Will might have liked, but Henrik cannot deny their feelings. Though every part of him warns against encouraging María to stay, it’s what Will wants. Which, in comparison, is a much easier message to relay. “It’s for his sake. He would want you here. And if—when he wakes up, the doctor said having a system to support him is important.” Considering the lack of visitors, it looks like this may be the entirety of Will’s support system.

As María steps forward, she addresses Will with a familiarity that strikes Henrik at once. Having only been witness to half of their relationship, it was too easy to brush aside his brother’s insistence. Now, watching them together, he realizes how much they mean to each other. In fact, it’s a sight that feels wrong to watch. Like he is intruding, peering in through a window, as nothing but an outsider. 

He is about to slip quietly through the door when she addresses him again. “Would I…?” It doesn’t really seem like there is much of an option. Anyway, Henrik will take all of the help that anyone wants to offer. If that happens to come in the form of divine intervention, well, who is he to argue? Bowing his head where he stands, Henrik watches for a moment before shutting his eyes. Is this right? It has been so long since he has prayed. This, too, feels foreign. “Amen,” he says softly, opening his eyes. “You being here… means a lot to him. I know it does.” There’s a pause. “Why are you here?”

“  don't  i ?  ”  maría  counters,  “  if  it  were  not  for  me,  this  would  not  have  happened  and  you  would  not  have  to  see  him  like  this.  ”  her  seemingly  never  ending  stream  of  tears  continue  down  her  cheeks,  “  my  —  my  brother,  bernardo,  he  is  very  protective  of  me.  ”  she  gives  her  head  a  quick  shake,  “  that  is  not  an  excuse  for  any  of  this,  of  course !  i  just  ——  could  you  ever  forgive  me  for  this ?  ”  both  willheim  and  maría  were  well  aware  of  the  adversity  in  the  face  of  their  starcrossed  love.  most  notably  gaining  the  that  the  approval  of  each  other's  loved  ones.  and  from  her  brief  interaction  with  henrik  on  new  year's,  maría  was  almost  certain  he  would  probably  never  warm  up  to  her.  there  is  no  one  that  everybody  likes.  although  much  to  her  surprise,  he  is  offering  an  olive  branch  instead  of  his  signature  cold  shoulder  and  maría  jumps  to  retrieve  it.   “  sí,  sí.  i  want  to  be  here  to  —   to  support  him.  if  you  will  have  me.  ”   her  voice  suddenly  grows  much  quieter,  “  are  your  parents  not  coming ?  ”

prettyfelt sent:   “ please. now is not the time for lies. please, just… tell me the truth. ” / for chino. more emotional prompts     /     accepting.

     “i'm not lying, maría.”  chino wished he was lying. he wished he hadn’t done the horrible thing he’d done. they sat across the table from one another. chino’s wrists bore steel cuffs, and his hands rested on the table in front of him. he was having a hard time looking into her eyes, but she deserved at least that. a heavy sigh escaped, and he looked up at her, his brow lined with worry. “no se what happened…” he balled his hands into fists and pressed them hard against the table. he did know what happened, though. he was so overcome with grief over bernardo that night. when maría brought up tony he lost his mind un poco. he couldn’t tell her that part, though. he refused to put any of this on her shoulders. she was going through enough already. his stomach was in knots, and he dropped his gaze back down to his hands. “you hate me?” the words existed somewhere between a question and a statement.     /     @prettyfelt

He is only without his coat for a moment, but Will eagerly follows her inside. The instant reprieve from the biting wind is appreciated, though he still wraps his arms around his frame to conserve heat. “Much warmer.” The tip of his nose is red from the cold, but he turns to meet her with a smile, anyway. “And I—María?” His furrowed gaze follows as she floats around the room, lowering pictures, fixing the sheets, and tucking various belongings into drawers so they are out of sight. “Sorry. Should I have given you a minute?” Willheim smiles, bringing his hands to his hips as he takes her in—flushed from the cold, his coat hanging on her shoulders. “It’s perfect. Thank you for inviting me in. Or I guess that’s a thank you to Bernardo and Anita for not being here.” Though, he still maintains that he could win them both over.

“We were supposed to meet at the corner. By the alley… Half an hour ago.” Willheim spent about 20 minutes pacing the alley before concern got the best of him, sending him up the familiar fire escape. Surprising María with his favorite sights around the city has quickly become one of the highlights of their time together. There is something about the light that shines in her eyes each time she sees the city from another angle. This time was going to be the apple orchard just outside the city, but Will thinks it best to withhold that information. At least for now. “But it’s okay! You’re okay. I was just getting worried when I didn’t see you,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss atop her head.

Confirmation that they are alone in the apartment eases the tension in his shoulders. Despite the pull to her side, he can’t afford to forget the circumstances of their relationship. “So are you,” he says, voice falling to a whisper as he carefully wraps his arms around her. “I’m not going anywhere. What else can I do?” What are you supposed to do when someone is sick? Will thinks back to how the family’s nanny took care of him when he was a child, but his mind comes up blank. “Do you need… something to drink? Are you eating? I can get another blanket?”

once  reminded  of  their  plans,  maría's  heart  sank.  “ really ? ”  oh,  she  just  felt  awful !  their  outings  had  always  been  met  when  such  anticipation  from  her,  how  could  she  possibly  have  forgotten ?   “  oh,  willheim,  mi  vida.  i  am  so  so  sorry.  ”  lips  curl  down  into  an  apologetic  frown,  “  i  didn't  mean  to  make  you  worry.  ”  bestowed  with  the  gift  of  his  reassurance  and  gentle  kiss,  doe  eyes  close  and  she  hums  softly.  “  lo  siento,  i  promise  i  will  make  it  up  to  you  when  i  am  better.  ”