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#obsessed with ana leticia right now
angeliqueboyers · 4 years
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finaliity · 4 years
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&.  【  sh, do you hear  COMO LA FLOR  by  SELENA  playing ? that must mean  LETICIA VILLALOBOS ORTIZ  is coming, the  30  year old  CIS FEMALE that goes by  SHE/HER,  currently employed as a  YOGA INSTRUCTOR. they’re a WITCH in oldgate for eh, i’d say about  TWO YEARS tough luck, huh ? least they got their SOLICITOUS,  COQUETTISH,  IRREVERENT  and  CAPRICIOUS  stuff to fall back on. anyway, it’s best to get out of here. their  (  jackets with floral emobroidery, dried roses hung above doorways, love charms hidden in a gym bag, a pack of worn tarot cards in a tasteful leather clutch  )  vibe gives me the creeps !  -  MELISSA BARRERA.
i’m lucia and i live in the pst, but i work nightshift, so i’m usually an honorary australian !! below the cut, please find a bio on leticia and some wanted connections. i’m sure i have more ideas, but !! this is what i’ve got for right now.
a brief history. trigger warning: traumatic birth, death of a parent, murder. 
everyone calls her a miracle as if somehow being born from the body of a dead mother is a celebration more than it is a tragedy. she is called miracle so often that she thinks it’s her name until the age of five when she goes to school and no one calls her name at attendance. thank god her mother had written out her name in the baby book she was saving, or maybe her grandmother really would’ve named her that–miracle.
leticia sounds like another girl’s name. a girl whose mother is alive and well. a girl whose mother tucks her in at night with stories and songs and goes to sleep in a bed with a father instead of lying six feet underground in a cold box of wood trying to outlast the worms and moles. leticia has a grandmother who puts silk ribbons in her hair and makes her pozole on cold, winter nights. she buys her love with pretty dresses and a doll each time she makes a television appearance with her grandmother. leticia villallobos has so many dolls. it takes years before she learns this is not a normal way to grieve. there are so many vhs tapes of interviews on oprah and specials on court tv in abuela’s closet that they trump the years she’s been alive on earth. yolanda ortiz makes a monopoly, a dynasty, atop her daughter’s suffering.
it’s not until leticia is twelve that she learns the full story. she’s made so many appearances on television that she’s practically a celebrity–a child star–but she has grown up knowing only that she sprung from her mother’s dead belly like pegasus from the slain body of medusa. so strange, it was almost immaculate. her grandmother had always compared her sweet mother to santa maria. it only lived to serve that in childbirth, she shared that magic. instead, leticia learns that her mother had answered an ad in the paper for free baby clothes and supplies. so clever in its inncouous offer, even the most cynical of her mother’s loved ones would have fallen into that sweet trap–flies to honey.
this is what she learned.
the canonized gabriela ortiz went to 241 nw westbrook dr at 1100 on a tuesday in september. she parked her car in the visitor space of the apartment block and went upstairs to meet ana hernandez and was greeted with a hug and the scent of fresh coffee when she entered the apartment. the two sipped their coffees and talked about the challenges of pregnancy and, for gabriela, impending single motherhood ( oh, but she had her mother to help ). for ana, her husband was anxiously awaiting the birth of a son–if that’s what they ended up having. neither woman knew what she was expecting.
when gabriela told ana that she had an appointment to keep, the generous woman left the kitchen to grab the things she’d promised her–things, she explained, that were doubles of hand me downs from her sisters. ana hernandez returned, not with a box of baby things, but with a knife. leticia shuts the tape off then and does not revisit it until the age of fourteen, where she learns two things. one, that her mother was a fighter. and two, that she was cut from her mother’s stomach with the clumsy skill of a woman who’d never deigned to carve her own turkey. it explains the scar that runs through her hairline, just above her ear. it explains her grandmother’s obsession with tragedy. it tells her nothing about herself and she refuses any more interviews or appearances. she refuses any of her grandmother’s plans for her future. she learns, like her mother, to put her trust in people who are as clever as they are unworthy.
the only thing that makes leticia villalobos feel like she can breathe is running and getting high or trying to teach herself the smallest spells that she’s only read about in a couple of her mother’s diaries that she’s ferreted away. she doesn’t give a shit about organized sports, but she loves the feeling of the wind blowing the salt of sweat and rain off of her face. she falls in love several times. she gets her heart broken several more. every person is an opportunity to find some piece of herself. every person is an opportunity to be loved for some other reason than being a miracle. girls like leticia are symbols. like the virgin she represents hope; like the virgin, she is given no identity of her own.
tired of her antics and disobedience, her grandmother sends her to live with some cousins in baton rouge. leticia thinks that her grandmother will have a much easier time controlling her narrative without the burden of a teenage girl. the valdezes don’t have a lot, but they at least have their own business–one that’s not built on immortalizing her mother’s death. they don’t even seem prepared for her arrival, but they accommodate her quickly and soon it’s as if she’s always been there. 
it’s clear from the way her cousins regard her that they have no idea what she is and, instead of feeling the warm embrace of family, leticia feels more alone than ever. she begins making love charms to find some semblance of support, but one after another they backfire until she’s made such a mess of things. unable to afford to move to new orleans, she settles for the small town of oldgate. maybe it is here that she’ll find love. or maybe this town, like every other town before it, is another false home.
wanted connections.
i. an ex ! someone who has gotten involved with leticia and it was a messy break up. ii. another witch that might be like a sister to her, probably someone who feels a bit protective of leticia, who is so desperate to have love in any place that will have it. maybe help her with her powers and learning about the craft as her mother was never able to teach her and her grandmother pretended it didn’t even exist. iii. anything really !!
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