#Doppelganger Antonio

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another batch of dftm textposts

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WAFFLES YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BISCUIT, JUST IN TIME FOR ME TO BE BLESSED

VII. the amber of the moment

part VI

There was a little more dust heaped up in the narrow cell, a little less play in the stiff and heavy door as Antonio dragged it open. Generally speaking, Antonio had a very easygoing relationship with oxygen and no actual need to breathe it, which was just as well. A thin grey haze hung in the air, a dry smothery stuffiness that felt like it was trying to creep its way into his nose and mouth.

“Hi, Mark! How’re you doing? Brought’cha a little something-something…”

He knelt, grinning, bouncing a little on his heels. The trip had seemed unreasonably long, unusually tedious, but so worth it. He had a lot he’d worked out to say, he’d run through it all and laid it out carefully in his head, except…

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[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC

Masterlist

Ch1

Being a teenage girl isn't easy. Especially if you've been 18 for over a thousand years.

Follow the immortal life of Kassandra Mikaelson, a member of the Mikaelson family and one of the Originals.

She has been navigating the complicated world of the supernatural for centuries.

How will she hold up against a certain doppelganger and her group of friends?

How will she adjust to the 21st century after being in a casket for almost two decades?

Will she forgive Klaus for his betrayal or will she turn her back on him?

Is blood really thicker than water?

Prologue

April 7th, 1996 - Easter Day

The sun was just coming out and Kassandra paced around the hall, excitingly waiting for her chauffeur to arrive and drive her to her lake house. She busied herself with checking if all of her luggage was ready - it was.

After another 10 minutes of waiting, she could see and hear a black car pulling up her driveway. "There he is!" she muttered as she picked up her suitcase, her bag, and her keys. She opened the door and a gentle breeze rustled her dark hair.

She locked her house and walked toward the trunk of the car. To her surprise, Antonio, her chauffeur, didn't come out of the car. Usually, he would help her with the luggage. After putting her suitcase inside, she closed the trunk and walked to the passenger seat.

Settling into her car, Kassandra expected to find her private driver awaiting her, ready to whisk her away to the sanctuary of her lakeside retreat. But as she entered the vehicle, she was met instead with a face she hadn't seen in decades.

"Hello, love. Long time no see." Klaus greeted, his words dripping with false warmth. Kassandra's heart sank at the sight of him, her instincts warning her of the trouble that lay ahead.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice betraying her unease as Klaus started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

"Visiting my little sister, of course," Klaus replied, his tone laced with mock concern. "I wouldn't want you spending the holidays all alone, would I?"

The words sent a chill down Kassandra's spine, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a dark cloud. Despite her best efforts to evade him, it seemed that Klaus had other plans for her Easter holiday, plans that she knew would not end well for her.

"I want you to come back to the US with me," Klaus said in a demanding voice as they exited the city of Geneva.

"And why would I do that?" she challenged, her voice laced with defiance as she met Klaus's gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his manipulative tactics.

But Klaus, ever the master of manipulation, remained unfazed by her resistance, his expression shifting to one of faux vulnerability as he sought to twist the situation to his advantage.

"I've been feeling quite lonely if I'm being honest," he confessed, his words tinged with a hint of desperation. "I haven't seen any of my siblings in decades. Who better to keep me company than my favorite little sister?"

The words struck a nerve with Kassandra, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within her. On one hand, she longed for the connection and companionship that only her siblings could provide. But on the other, she knew all too well the price that would come with reuniting with Klaus.

"You can easily undagger any one of our siblings. But you won't do that," she shot back, her voice tinged with bitterness as she laid bare the truth that Klaus had been so desperate to conceal.

"Because you're scared to face them. And you came to me thinking that I would welcome you back with open arms. That's where you're wrong."

Her words hung in the air, a damning indictment of Klaus's cowardice and manipulation, a testament to the strength and resilience that had sustained her in the face of his tyranny.

"Now, now little dove. I can see you're upset. Calm down," Klaus admonished, his words dripping with false concern as he attempted to assert his dominance over her with the same tone that parents used on misbehaving children.

Kassandra's anger simmered beneath the surface as Klaus attempted to placate her with patronizing words and a tone that grated against her nerves like sandpaper. The condescension in his voice only served to fuel the flames of her indignation, her frustration mounting with each passing moment.

As they continued to drive, Kassandra's unease only grew, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of her stomach as she contemplated the ominous implications of Klaus's unexpected visit. With each passing mile, her sense of foreboding deepened, her instincts warning her of the danger that could strike at any moment.

They finally arrived at her little lake house. It was more of a cottage, really. It was situated on the shore of Lake Geneva. She got out of the car, her lungs begging for fresh air. The crisp morning air hit her skin, but she welcomed it.

"Please leave me alone." She begged, her voice filled with desperation. She started walking toward to dock, forgetting all about her luggage. All she wanted was to put some distance between herself and her wicked older brother. But he followed her like a shadow.

"Isn't that what I've been doing for the past 50 years?" Klaus's voice cut through the silence, his words dripping with contempt as he mocked her plea for peace. Kassandra clenched her fists at her sides, her frustration boiling over as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of his relentless antagonism.

She turned away from him, her blue eyes fixed on the glowing water before her, its shimmering surface a stark contrast to the turmoil that raged within her heart. Despite her best efforts to find solace in the tranquil beauty of her surroundings, she knew that Klaus's presence would forever taint the serenity of her sanctuary.

As they stood together on the dock, the silence between them stretched on, punctuated only by the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. Kassandra felt a sense of resignation wash over her, a weary acceptance of the fact that she could never truly escape the bonds that tethered her to her tumultuous family.

Her long brown curls shined in the morning sun, her heeled boots clicking along the dock as she paced nervously. She looked up to see a beautiful, clear sky. The bright sunlight washed over her, and she could feel its warmth sinking into her skin.

"I think it is time you are reunited with the rest of our siblings, don't you think, sweet sister?" He whispered darkly in her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Her brows furrowed, not at his words but at the tone of his voice. She could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, his blue eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin crawl. She turned around, only to see a smirk on his face that meant only one thing - trouble.

"Klaus, what are you-"

Before she could properly respond, before she could even comprehend the full extent of his treachery, Klaus's hand lashed out with lightning speed, plunging the silver dagger coated in the ash of the White Oak tree deep into her heart with a swift, merciless thrust.

Pain exploded within her, searing through her veins like fire as she gasped for breath, her world spinning out of control. She could feel her life force draining away, her limbs growing heavy and numb as darkness closed in around her.

With one final, desperate gasp, Kassandra looked up at Klaus, her eyes filled with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. "Traitor!" she spat, her voice barely a whisper as the darkness consumed her, swallowing her whole.

For almost 15 years, Kassandra would languish in the depths of her dreamless slumber, her consciousness trapped in a realm of endless darkness, her existence suspended in a timeless void.

***

Keep in mind this is my first fic ever and I'm mostly writing for myself lol. Also English isn't my first language and I'm not a professional writer, I'm doing this for my own enjoyment but hopefully other people can find enjoyment in it.

Thanks for reading and if you have any thoughts feel free to comment. ☺💓

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Deceiver Chapter 1 - Villain Camilo au (rewrite)

TW: Some cussing

As always likes, reblogs. and comments are appreciated. Questions are fine as well.

Special thanks to @miracles-and-butterflies and @evostar for the inspiration.

Chapter 2

These past several months have been the best fun Camilo has ever had. He bonded a little more with his family and that's the best thing he could ever ask for. Pranking people with Isabela, games with Dolores & Antonio, relaxing/talking about whatever with Mirabel/Luisa, and writing stories with his new Tio Bruno. Ok, well he's not new but still.

Not only that, but he's not forced to perform or babysit some random kid anymore. Don't get him wrong, he loved performing and babysitting but...it was getting a bit much for him.

A few years after his ceremony, it became expected for him to perform. To make people laugh. So much so that people would actively seek him out in hopes for him to make them laugh.

After he turned nine, he was given children to babysit. A few cousins on his papa's side of the family. No biggie. But after that, word spread around the Encanto, and he just became the designated babysitter of the place.

2, 3, 4, sometimes six or seven kids at a time that he was forced to look after. And at the time, he couldn't refuse. The family image was on the line and wanted to make abuela the miracle proud.

So, he dealt with it. All the times he wanted to relax he had to perform to make crowds or kids happy. If you need an extra Luisa you can just go to him. He can’t mimic her build and the strength she would have without her gift to help carry or lift whatever you needed…To hell with his own relaxation. 

“Hey, it's Camilo! Tell us a story,  we know you have a good one to share”

“I’ve been down lately, say something to lift my spirits”

“Say something funny, I'm so bored!” 

Any time he tried to refuse he would be peer pressured into it. Or told how he was supposed to help. Sometimes he would get scolded if he said no too many times.

"You are a Madrigal for god's sake, you can't help me for a couple of hours?"

"Just take Elicia now, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"

"What's with the attitude?!"

"You watch that attitude young man, or I'll tell Alma how rude you've been."

And usually, when asked to go to a certain place, he usually has to be someone else.

"Hey, I need you to be me for a couple of hours. I do not want to go to that wedding"

"Can you be me at my sister's birthday party? I really don't want to go"

"I need you to be me and go on a date with my girlfriend. She's really been getting on my nerves lately and I just need to break"

"You're Camilo Madrigal, right? Turn into Isabela and do something funny"

Just constant pressure to be that happy go lucky town jester, doppelganger, and babysitter. Not to mention that his gift was taxing on his body. Every shift took more energy out of his body but how was he supposed to explain that? To children especially?

All the food he ate would barely even give him the energy he needed because he would be out of it two hours after breakfast or lunch.

There were days where just wanted to pass out from exhaustion, but he couldn't, you know why? Because he was Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal's grandson, a bearer of the Miracle his abuelo died to give.

He was never allowed to be sad, angry, or any version of upset. Just a happy sunshine boy who would make you smile if you demanded asked him to. Camilo can’t even remember when he actually let himself feel anything besides joy.

But after the magic left...that all stopped. And even when someone tried to pin a child on him, one of his parents, sister, or primas would shoo the person away in their own way.

Things were getting so much better for him and the family as a whole. Sure...there are some issues that haven't been said on Camilo's part but...he has all the time in the world to say something right?

He has all the time in the world to tell his family that he has trouble understanding who he is. How he has trouble seeing who the person is in the mirror when he looks at it. When he looks in the mirror he’s too scared to see whether it’s himself or someone else hiding underneath. 

How he still has issues letting himself feel negative emotions but…the magic isn't going to come back to distract everyone. So everything is going to go great.

-

Camilo watched as his hermanito gave Mirabel the doorknob. His smile widened and his heart swelled at the wholesome sight. As she walks up to it, they all come close.

"We see how bright you burn"

He sings with his family. He, his Hermana, and parents smiled warmly at her. 

"We see how brave you've been"

"Now see yourself in turn"

Mirabel's sisters and parents do the same. Everyone in the family, including Abuela, looks at her proudly. She finally makes it up to the new family door. Tio bruno now stands beside tia julieta and tio agustin. Man, has he grown since the start of all this. Still a little skittish and scared of people but he’s genuinely trying and making progress. 

All of them stay behind her, silently showing that it's her time to shine. She puts the doorknob in the hole and as soon as she does, magic sparks from it. Camilo's heart raced with fear...this isn't happening. He watched as the magic swirled around the house and all over the Encanto. Feeling the magic pulsate through his veins again.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No! No! No!

NO!

This can't be happening right now. Not after all this time, it can't be. The magic felt agonizingly warm within his body. He never wanted to feel this warmth ever again in his entire life. 

"Hola Casita!" Mirabel smiled and waved at the home.

The happy house started making music with its tiles, doors, windows, and anything else it could finally control again. With so much excitement, Casita bounced the stone floor under Mirabel and welcomed her in first.

"Come on! Get in here!"

Casita did the same for everybody and slid everyone in using the ground they stood on. The joy was ultimately infectious to everyone but Camilo. He was still trying to process what the hell was going on. 

"Calm down Camilo, our gits aren't back. It's just Casita, that's all" He thought to himself as everyone was piled in. "Surely, they wouldn't come back...right?"

Boy was he wrong, one by one, gift by gift. Isabela got her flower powers, Antonio could speak to his animals, Luisa got her super strength back. Pepa was happily dancing with small bits hail over her head. Felix cheering her on as always.

That must mean...no, no no no, it didn't. It couldn't have. He's happily gift less.

But he knew his gift was back. He could feel it in his very soul. Camilo was scared, frightened even. Does this mean things will go back to how it used to be?

Was he going to be the town jester and doppelganger and babysitter again? Was he now going to constantly be told to be someone other than himself?!

No, no, he won't let that happen.

Camilo looked around at the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and jovial while he was in a state of turmoil. Milo was feeling overwhelmed. He has to make this stop. He has to-

Suddenly, the tiles under his feet moved him to the center of the courtyard. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

Wait, what's happening?! he thought as his eyes looked around confused. The family all posed as the camera was brought out and bounced over to them with a rat on top of it.

"Everyone together!" Alma said cheerfully

Huh?!

"La Familia Madri-" Everyone was cut by Casita making them all huddle in too close together. Resulting in a funny but cute family photo.

After the family broke apart a little bit, Milo was given some space to think. If you could call it that. His mind was practically racing with all those horrible memories of how things used to be. 

Dolores looked at him as she heard his heart racing. To be fair, everybody's hearts were racing but she was the closest to him at the moment.

She looked at his face. He wasn't smiling. He looked perplexed to say the least...and a little scared. Which was odd, this was supposed to be a joyous moment right?

She stepped a little closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. A small way to get his attention.

"Milo...you okay?" She asked softly and quietly, he was close enough for him to hear but quiet enough for others to barely acknowledge.

There's no candle...nothing to snuff out. Nothing to make the magic go away. It's going to happen all over again. No one is going to want me for me anymore. I have to get rid of it. GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! But how?! Did Mirabel bring it back? no...wait, the doorknob...THE DOORKNOB-

"Camilo?!"

Dolores spoke a little bit louder as she nudged his shoulder. Camilo looked at her in shock and looked around. His heart was still going rapidly.

"Camilo are you alright?!" She asked him while she looked into his eyes. She saw panic in his eyes, and he wasn't saying anything...he must be having a panic attack.

Her concerned voice alerted her parents Pepa looked at her son and stepped a little closer, putting her hand on his cheek.

"Mijo, are you okay?"

Camilo finally snapped out of his thoughts "I- I uh...yeah, I'm just...shocked is all" he chuckled nervously. Which wasn't a lie, he was shocked.

"Your heart was going really fast milo, are you sure-"

"I'm sure Dolores!" Camilo answered with a slightly irritated tone. He didn't mean that. Quick idiota, change your attitude "Heh....I'm okay, I'm happy"

Ok, very odd. He was telling the truth but there was something he wasn't saying. Dolores, Pepa, and Felix could see it.

"Mijo...if there's something wrong you can say it." Felix said sincerely.

"I'm fine papa, really"

The party continued and everything was going well. Camilo joined in on the fun as well. But only to appear just as happy as everyone else was. But on the inside, he was feeling everything but happy.

"The magic is back now" a voice in his head said.

"You know what that means," Another voice said.

"Everything will go back to how it used to" another said. 

"You're going to be the villages Mamita and bufón again"

"It'll all go back to everyone never wanting you, just someone who doesn't even act or look like you"

What is happening?! Where are these voices coming from...why are they saying this to me... Camilo thought to himself.

"We're saying it because it's true milo. Everything is going to go back to normal...unless you take that doorknob out of the front door of course."

This was becoming very concerning to him...but he felt like they were right. He didn't want to go back to that, he can't go back to that! He needs that doorknob gone.

When he noticed the attention wasn't on him, he snuck out to the front of the house and stood in front of the door.

It was a happy little door. It had everyone on it as a family. Cami couldn't deny that it was a sweet sight. But he wasn't really in the mood right now for sentimental value. He looked down at the doorknob, staring into it intently. It glowed so beautifully with that 'M' carved into it. Oh, how he hated it.

"Go on!"

"I can't!"

"Just take it already!"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"You want to go back to how things were? At least try it!"

Camilo internally argued with himself for a few more seconds until he reached out and gripped out. He tugged softly the first time, no budge. He tugged harder, still, it didn't budge.

“Puta madre!! Why Mirabel, WHY?! You just have to fuck everything up don’t you?!” Camilo seethed to himself. There was definitely no way of removing the magic this time. That doorknob more than likely wouldn’t budge unless Mirabel herself wanted to remove it. 

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, to punch something ANYTHING! This isn’t fair. He can’t go back to being other people! He can’t go back to babysitting every kid in Encanto without a choice in the matter. 

“I don’t even know who I am at all and it’s all their fault! Those soul sucking ungrateful villagers. I never even got a thank you for watching their kids! Never a “thank you” for pretending to be someone else for them! I'm not going to let anyone force me back into that corner, EVER! I will burn this entire encanto DOWN to the ground before that happens again!”

Camilo’s heart was racing fast as he stared at the glowing door. Those smiles were so adorable…so mocking. He looked at the glowing version of himself “drawn” onto the door. He reached up to it and touched it. 

The door felt sickeningly warm to the touch. He could feel the music from inside vibrating off of it. Milo took his hand away with a scowl etched into his lips. He chuckled but there was no joy in it. Only disdain. 

Before he could think anything else the door swung open and hit him straight in the face, knocking him down. 

“OW!” Camilo groaned as he sat up off the ground clutching his face. 

“Huh? Oh sorry Milo, I didn’t know you were there” A voice said apologetically. Camilo instantly recognized it as Isabela’s. 

He looked up and saw her. She was completely covered in a variety of pollen colors but the most obvious one was dark blue. She held her hand out and Camilo begrudgingly took it. Next to her was a giddy and bouncy Antonio. 

“Did you kick the door open?!” He said as he rubbed his hurt nose. 

Isabela shrugged, “Yeah, lo siento. Now come on, Casita said that some of us have new additions to our gifts. Antonio wants you to try something”

Camilo looked down and was met with Antonio’s beaming face, “Cami! Dolores can turn her gift off when she wants too, that’s so cool right?! Isabela can make all kinds of plants now, even poisonous ones! I’m not sure what I or mama or Luisa can do yet but I want you to try something!”

Camilo took in all of that information and reminded himself that he wasn’t smiling, so he pretended that he was just as happy as Antonio, “Oh really? Well, what do you want me to try?” 

“Try shapeshifting into animals por favor!” 

Milo was taken back by that, animals? He remembered trying that once as a kid and nothing happened. 

“I- I don’t know tonito-”

“Pleeeeeease!” Antonio begged with that adorable smile and big eyes. Who can say no to that

Camilo sighed and kneeled down to be at his hermanito’s level “fine, any specifics?” 

“A jaguar, like Parce!” Antonio bounced with anticipation and joy. 

The teen boy looked up at Isabela, who just shrugged and put a hand on her hip as she waited. He looked back down at Antonio and stood back up. 

“Well…worth a shot” Camilo shrugged and closed his eyes. 

Milo focused on the image of Parce in his head and breathed a deep sigh. His eyes closed and breathing calm. After ten seconds he opened his eyes. He looked at Antonio and up at Isabela, then down at the ground.

Paws…he sees paws! He tried to circle around but he would just trip over himself seeing as it’s the first time he’s walking in cat form. But that didn’t deter him at all. He was ecstatic. 

“I- I did it! I turned into jaguar! I can shift into animals-”

“Pffft-” Isabela snickered and Antonio giggled at the sight. Camilo assumed it was because he was walking funny. Nope.  

“You missed a spot primo!” Isabela pointed at her face

“Que?”

“Your head isn’t a jaguar head. And you have a human backside” Antonio giggled. In a quick pace, tonito asked Casita to open the front door. The house obliged and did what it was asked. Before Camilo could get a word out Antonio shouted that everyone come see Camilo in a jaguar form. 

“No wait! Don’t!” Milo wasn’t a fan of his weird shifting quirks. They always acted up at the worst times and he hated it. Now was one of those times. The more he tried to shift back into any other animal or just himself he would just shift into a different animal with strange human likeness. 

By the time people were outside they saw the amalgamation that was a half donkey, horse, and teenage boy. It caused people, especially his family, to laugh at this shifting quirk. It was causing him to panic and shift more uncontrollably. 

He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be the town entertainment again. Milo stopped to focus on the ground. In this form his legs looked to be a donkey's legs, horse torso, and a capybara face with his normal hands and hair. 

Alma came up to him with tears in her eyes as she chuckled, “aye milo, still trying to make everyone laugh I see” 

This isn’t happening right now…it couldn’t be. He wanted this to be a horrible dream but all of it felt too real to be. The laughs were so loud and annoying. His heart was beating really fast and all he could do was just look around in embarrassment. 

Pepa saw the panic in his eyes and her smile quickly faded, as well as her rainbow. She quickly walked over to him. Felix noticed her expression and followed suit. 

Pepa stood by him and patted his head in order to calm him down “Cami, you alright?” 

Camilo looked up at her and looked back at everyone else. He was not okay. He needed to not be the center of attention right now. He tried to shift into his human form but that just caused so much more embarrassment for him. 

Not to mention that all of this unorthodox shifting was hurting him. His bones and skin just shifted into so many things so many times. It was painful. 

Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE STOP! He thought to himself. With a final scream of frustration he finally shifted back into himself. He checked himself over. Normal hands, normal face, normal body, normal feet. 

His breathing was quick and uneven. His heart beating a thousand beats per second. And…he was crying. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his body was shaking. 

“Camilo” Felix looked down at his son with concern and bent down to pick him up by the arm. “Hey, hey mijo! Breath, look at me!”

The teen couldn’t hear him. In fact, Camilo could still hear and see the villagers laughing at him. Even if they weren’t anymore. The laughter got louder and louder to him, never stopping. 

This frightened Camilo and he ran past all of them. Pushing and knocking over whoever he can to get inside Casita. The voices calling out to him were unheard as he rushed up Casita’s stairs and into his room. 

It was still the same as it used to be. A large theater with a big stage. The only difference was that the lights were much brighter than they used to be. And they were directly on him and followed his every movement as he ran past the audience seats and on top of the stage. 

He moved the curtain back and his old king sized bed was there with all of its yellow, orange, and red pillows, blankets, and sheets. On the right of his bed was a large rectangular mirror with the classic round light bulbs decorating all sides of it. 

“Casita…please,” Camilo whimpered as tears fell down his cheeks. Laughter was still echoing in his head. “Make it stop!”

He covered his ears like his hermana used to when noise became too much for her. 

Why is this happening to me?! I just want things to be normal! Why can’t I be normal, why can’t this family be normal?! Camilo fell to his knees and tightened his hold on his head. 

Why did Mirabel have to touch that fucking doorknob! This is all her fault, her fault, her fault, HER FAULT! Everything was fine before that. My life was going to be normal and now it’s back to how it was! Those people are going to use me again…no…

Camilo’s eyes widened as he stumbled upon a thought, “Those people…those ungrateful ass people! How dare they laugh at me?! After all the turmoil I went through to make them happy…that’s how they repay me” 

The teen boy chuckled, then giggled, and soon he started to laugh. Loudly and Maniacally. This was it, Camilo finally snapped. 

“I’ll make them pay”

On the outside of his room, Dolores was downstairs at the kitchen table trying her best to listen in on her hermano. But she couldn’t hear anything. She did hear him crying but then it just stopped as quick as it started. The only thing she could hear was his heart beat. There was a thought that he was just doing this to get attention but Camilo would never do that. 

“Do you hear anything?” Pepa asked with concern in her voice. The only reason she didn’t barge into his room is because Felix stopped her. He wanted to see him too but didn’t want to overstep a boundary. 

Dolores shakes her head, “No, mama his room is soundproof” 

Antonio looked up at his hermana and parents, “Is he gonna be ok?” 

Felix looked down at his youngest son sympathetically, “He’ll be ok mijo, he was just uh…a little embarrassed”

“A little my ass” Pepa thought to herself as she was stroking her braid. A small gray cloud over her head. 

“He was crying though” Antonio doubted and sank back into his chair a little bit. 

The table went quiet as everyone went into deep thought. He looked really panicked, hurt (both physically and emotionally), and embarrassed. Most of them thought he may have been having a panic attack but Dolores informed them his heart rate has slowed down. Which was also a calming thing to know for her as well.

“If I was in his situation I would’ve cried and ran off too” Bruno admitted quietly as he fiddled with his fingers. 

Camilo breathed in a deep sigh and stared at himself in the mirror. For once in a long time, Camilo saw his face staring back at him. He was sure of himself now…and knowing that put a sinister smile on his face. 

He tilted his head as he noticed something…man he needed a wardrobe change. 

I need a better style than this. Oh! I know Mami and Dolores would love to help me with that! Tonito and Papi would too. Milo stood up and walked away from the mirror, swiping the curtains out of his way and walked down the stage stairs. 

Once he made it out of his room he closed his door lightly and leaned his back on it.  A big and chipper smile appeared on his lips. A soft and happy voice to go with it. 

“Dolores, can you and Mami come upstairs please? I want a makeover”  

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[goshdangronpa]

FAVORITE VILLAIN* BINGO

*Or antagonists, or heels, or just people who do terrible things. If you think any of these chars don't belong, then whatever, man, I'm just having fun

I shared my fave character bingo chart with my brothers and best friend, and to my delighted surprise, they made their own! And one even made a separate chart for his favorite villains, so I wanted to do the same.

Monokuma, standing in for the REAL mastermind (Danganronpa)

Godzilla (Godzilla, the 1954 film / Shin Godzilla / Godzilla Minus One)

Homelander (The Boys)

Antonio Salieri (Amadeus)

Man (Disney's Bambi)

Agatha Trunchbull (Matilda)

You (Undertale)

Norman Osborn, "The Green Goblin" (Spider-Man, the 2002 film)

Erik Stevens, "Killmonger" (Black Panther, the 2018 film)

Plankton (Spongebob Squarepants)

Adrian Veidt, "Ozymandias" (Watchmen)

Count Dracula (Dracula)

The doppelganger Mima (Perfect Blue)

Agent Smith (The Matrix)

Koba (Dawn of the Planet of the Apes)

Michael Myers, "The Shape" (Halloween, the 1978 film)

Dr. Evil (Austin Powers)

Tyler Durden (Fight Club)

Annie Wilkes (Misery)

Biff Tannen and the entire Tannen family tree (Back to the Future)

Amy Dunne (Gone Girl)

Judge Claude Frollo (Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Frank N. Furter (The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Strong Bad (Homestar Runner)

(Darth Vader is the free space. Let's see you leave him off your own list)

The five on the right side were already featured in my Fave Characters Bingo:

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Slender Man

Yzma (The Emperor's New Groove)

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Nicole (Class of '09)

[salvatoraes-moved]

character stat framework

name: stefan antonio salvatore. nickname(s): stef, steffy, ripper ( klaus only ) age: eighteen ( physically ) + 521. birthdate: november 1st, 1490. species: vampire + doppelganger. gender: cis - male. preferred pronoun(s): he + him. romantic orientation: bi - sexual. sexual orientation: bi- romantic. parents: lilian + giuseppe salvatore. ( both deceased ) siblings: damon salvatore. significant other(s): elena gilbert, klaus mikaelson, valerie tulle, betty salvatore, harry bingham ( - salvatore ), andromeda presley, annie cresta + finnick o'dair, enzo st. john, kate bishop, davina claire, delaney winchester, + like a million more, we stan all my ships here. all verse dependent. eye color(s): green. hair color(s): brown. body build: fit, muscled, tall. height: 5'11.

tagged by: @beaniestm <3 tagging : @forbaes, @klaeus , @crest4 , @heldsecrets , @victormyth , @appleyed , @neverafters , ( any tvd muse ) , @conamorde ( four ), @snnydcys , @hcllchestersrs ( del ) , @l0nglives ( meggie ) , @heartsbreaking ( carrie ) @sarcasticsnackpack , @lcstpaths ( kai ) , @malka-lisitsa , @ac1num ( damon ) , @unbearablyindifferent & you !

[impossiblefangirl0632]

For @encanto-extended-edition 's week 4 Share the Love prompt, @16magnolias @optimistic-violinist and myself decided to share this extremely niche fanfic we wrote that collides the two world's of our fic Take Back the Kingdom, and Mags' fic Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle and puts Bruno/Razili face to face with Bruno/Lucia

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For two powerful magicians it was frankly embarrassing that neither of them had realized that the cave was enchanted. To be fair though they had run into it to take shelter against the hurricane so the fact that there was a bright, colorful inhabited valley on the other side of it was allowed to be a bit of a shock.

For the couple they ran into though, ‘shocked’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

***

All four of them stared at each other for a solid minute before any of them managed to say anything.

Bruno got to his feet brushing his ruana off and shooting an annoyed glance at the other pair. "Camilo, why are you pretending to be me?" He pointed to the woman dressed as a … pirate? Beside him. “And who are you?”

The other him stiffened at the name and a sinking feeling started to grow in Bruno’s gut. He went from suspicious to dangerous in the blink of an eye as he drew a sword and pointed it at him and Lucía.

"Ooookay so, not Camilo. Definitely not Camilo!" Bruno stumbled back, putting himself in front of Lucía, as though that would help - that sword looked like it could skewer the both of them with no problems. This was bad, this was very bad— 

Without so much of a warning Bruno was thrown into the future.

The other him and the woman back to back, swords drawn, both grinning confidently.

An enormous library in an otherwise dilapidated house.

Multiple ships attacking one.

The same couple with Antonio, his sobrino happily chattering with the pair.

Some sort of pendant, a golden butterfly —exactly the same as the one on the candle— engraved on it.

He staggered back as the last image faded. What was— 

The other version of him stepped into view, the sword noticeably missing. 

“Who are you?” Both of them asked at the same time. 

Bruno laughed nervously and picked himself up, Lucia slipping her hand into his. “Uh, Bruno Madrigal.”

The other him pursed his lips. “What did you just see?”

“Uh,” he wasn’t sure if he should actually say the details, “the future.” 

“Huh.” The other him stuffed his hands in his pockets looking at him like he was a particularly irritating puzzle. “That’s… interesting. Is Camilo… Pepa’s son?”

Bruno narrowed his eyes at the other him. "How'd you know about Pepa?"

“I  -  had a Pepa too.” He pursed his lips for a moment before saying, “I’d hazard a guess that you and I are two versions of the same person.” 

Bruno blinked at him, taking in his appearance and failing to catch the past tense the man across from him had used to describe his sister. The other him was wearing worn leather boots, pants that looked like they'd seen better days, a white linen shirt, and a green overcoat that, in a freakish coincidence, matched the color of his own ruana. It was surreal seeing his own eyes narrowed in thought. The other Bruno - pirate Bruno, his mind helpfully supplied - there was that giant green sword hanging from his hip - did look just like him. 

Like an incredibly terrifying pirate version of him. 

"Huh." He took another look up and down his doppelganger's form, noted the sword, and renewed his grip on Lucía's hand. "Welp. Bye."

He went to pull Lucía away but stopped short when she didn't move with him. 

Lucía jerked him back, squeezing his hand hard, and she tilted her head curiously at both of them.  Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all.  “But – how?  How are you – where did you come from?  And if you’re – also Bruno – then who –  are you?”  She asked the woman in similar pirate garb. 

“Lucía,” Bruno said out of the corner of his mouth.  A nervous laugh escaped him, his wary eyes darting from her to couple across from them, “It doesn’t matter how they’re here.  The thing is – they’re here , which means – we  - we should not be.  Trust me, I’ve seen  - I’ve seen weird stuff like this in – in films and stuff from the future and – meeting yourself? It never ends well.  Never. Let’s not mess with  - whatever – whatever this is.  Whoever they are.  So - ” he turned and flashed an insincere smile at the strangers.  “So yeah, nice to meet ya, other me, you can just – go back to your timeline now or wherever it is you’re from – swashbuckling and – and sailing the seven seas and yo ho ho and all that - with your – ah – big scary swords and – ah – your – ah - ” he eyed the woman beside the other him.

“Wife,” The woman said, sliding her arm through the other Bruno’s, her eyebrows raised in amusement and concern.  “I’m his wife.  Razili Edel.”

There was silence between them all until Bruno cleared his throat.

“Right.  Well - ”

“I’m Lucía Moreno.  I’m his - ” Lucía nodded to her Bruno with a fond smile – “prometida.”

“Congratulations,” Razili offered with a smile.  “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”  She glanced at him. “He seems - ”

“Clumsy?” Lucía’s Bruno supplied flatly.  “Tired. Old.”

Lucía gasped and glared at him.  "Stop that! You are not!”

“I am compared to him!”  He released her hand to gesture dramatically at the other Bruno, who was standing with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed at their discussion.  “Look at him, Lucía, he’s – he’s cool!  He’s basically Ramón from our story in human form. He’s like – the – the opposite of me.  He hasn’t stuttered or flinched yet! And in case you’ve forgotten, he pulled a sword on us!  Which reminds me, we should go -”

“- tell your mother about this?”  Lucía said, her words overlapping his and her arms crossed as she raised her eyebrows at her Bruno.  She didn’t notice that the pirate Bruno across from her blanched at her words, his face going slack with shock.

“I was just gonna say walk away and pretend this never happened, but - ”

“So you think it’s a better idea to just let an exact replica of you wander the Encanto with a sword, drawing it on unsuspecting people whenever they startle him? You want people to talk about Bruno? Because that’s one way to get them started, amor.  They’ll never stop.”

The rest can be found on ao3

[maple-writes]

Introducing New Characters: Construct Story

This one doesn't have a name yet besides construct story but I may as well introduce the characters!

Summary:

Ace: The Runaway Construct

Luka: The Doppelganger

Antonio: The Self-Exiled Sorcerer

Malcolm: The Ink-Stained Sorceress

Luka: The Curse Bearer

Other Characters: Hunter, Jackson, Ruby

Picrews and bios below the cut!

Ace: The Runaway Construct

she/her, age unknown, but in the hundreds of years after being revived countless times after giving her life protecting the humans (specialized units) who worked with her in her life. Now the final revival failed and she is to be destroyed so her heart can be used to create the next construct and so she can return her freedom, but she abandoned this fate to flee the Elite Sorcerer's island and bring Luka back to the mainland to try and stop his double spreading his curse throughout the land. Once incredibly powerful, she still shifts between human and a harpy-like form with a canine head to protect whoever she is charged with at the time.

Luka: The Doppelganger

he/him, age: 24. After a dragon destroyed his home in his grief and desperation he made a choice to work with an ancient, destructive magic which caused him to split into two beings, this one appearing on the island of Elite Sorcerers to watch helpless as as he went on to spread destruction through the land until convincing Ace to help him return and stop himself. Wracked with guilt for robbing Ace of her fate but knows this isn't what he wanted and needs to stop himself.

Antonio: The Self-Exiled Sorcerer

he/him, age: 56. Mysteriously vanished from Coteland City with his apprentice roughly 20 years ago after discovering a separate realm he called the Canyons, and ignoring warnings to stop investigating. Selfish, arrogant, and reluctant to help Ace and Luka but luckily for them he holds constructs in high regard and feels obligated to assist if one needs him to. Prickly and rude, especially to strangers. Was once among if not the most successful sorcerer on the mainland. Can turn himself into a cat.

Malcolm: The Ink-Stained Sorceress

she/her, age: unknown, potentially hundreds of years old. The newest and youngest of the Elite Sorcerers living on their magic island and spends most of her time tending to high level magical matters including the continued revival of constructs like Ace. Sent to the mainland to retrieve Ace and Luka now that they have fled, and is gentle in her tactics and fair, but does not intend to fail her task. Prepared to give her life if needed to ensure that Ace's heart is recovered.

Luka: The Curse Bearer

he/him, age: 24. In some ways the "original" Luka, who chose to side with a malevolent magic being to get revenge after no one came to help him and his town after spending his life helping others whenever he could. The fungal being is now fused with him, hyphae covering his skin as it spreads further. Angry, vengeful, and determined to make as many people feel the same fear and helplessness that he did when no one came to aid his home.

Other Characters:

The last unit that Ace worked with were very close to her, and have now been asked by Malcolm to aid her in finding Ace and Luka. All are officers working out of Coteland City and had been determined to be highly qualified in order to earn the privilege of working with a construct and the responsibilities and dangerous work that came with it.

Hunter (they/them)

leader of the unit.

Better handle on magic than most non-sorcerers and uses a wider variety than the others.

Laid back and just vibing most of the time but knows when to be serious.

Jackson (he/him)

Youngest member of the unit.

Uses mainly cold magic and a sword.

 Compassionate, kind, though slightly naïve due to a fairly privileged upbringing

Ruby (she/her)

A little unpredictable at times.

Uses (mostly self taught) electrical magic and can be ruthless when focused on a goal.

Irritable, defensive, and distrusting of new people, she is also incredibly loyal to those she cares for.

Plot is a little less clear right now but these are the characters! I've already started a good chunk of this one and am kind of just seeing where this one goes and am having fun with it.

[ghost-town-story]

Find the Word Tag

Got a couple of tags here from @oh-no-another-idea. Thanks for the tags!

Before this gets too long, I’ll tag @dogmomwrites, @loopyhoopywrites, @lunafioreauthor, and whoever else wants to! Your words will be turn, study, burst, vengeance, and noise.

Words: Loss, super, proud, arrogant, sparkle, necklace, gun, handkerchief, metal, shrug

Loss (Astral Part 1)

Nashira held him for a few more moments, then she let go and took a few steps back. Will couldn’t help but stagger a little at the sudden loss of his support. He must have been more tired than he thought, to so quickly relax and come undone.

“Come with me,” Nashira said, then she turned on her heel and started off along the path between the tents.

Will blinked for a moment, his brain churning to catch up, then he stumbled into motion. 

Super (Stars)

Antonio laughs softly, but before I can pull my hand back he reaches out to take it in his. “Tying to touch a star?” he teases.

I hope he’s not looking at me, or that the low lighting will hide how my face is red from his teasing. “I know I can’t,” I defend myself.

Antonio laughs again, bringing our hands back down. My hand ends up on his chest. I can feel his heart beat, feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes.

“I mean, Mamma kinda turned me into an astronomy nerd, so I know they’re super hot and I doubt we could even get close in a ship, this ship at least, I don’t know the specifications, maybe a really insulated one—” I realize I’m flustered and rambling, and I press my free hand to my mouth to stop the words from tumbling out.

Proud (Nova)

“Why did you come home?” It was their mother.

“Felt like it.” And that was, surprisingly, the truth. “I’m going to walk James to school once he gets back down here.”

“James—”

“Is going to go whether you allow him or not, so get over it,” Myles cut her off. Secretly, he was proud that James had almost as much of a rebellious streak as he did.

“There’s no need for him to put himself at risk.”

Myles shooed his little sister off to the kitchen. She didn’t need to, couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“You and I both know he’ll be a risk one day,” he said lowly.

Arrogant (Nova)

By lunch time, even more rumors were flying about James’s doppelganger. The most prevalent of them, and therefore the ones Summer would be most inclined to believe, painted him as an arrogant asshole who quickly got pissed off when people compared him to James.

Sparkle (Astral Part 1)

Aiden pulled the vial of blue-grey glitter out of his pocket. “Just who are you, Rose?” he whispered, watching the contents sparkle in the sunlight.

Necklace (Astral Part 1)

Aiden kept his eyes on Rose as she unfastened a chain from around her neck. “One of the last times we met the princess’s guardian, he gave us this.”

Aiden held out his hand, and Rose gently deposited the necklace there for him to examine.

“He said that, when we’re ready to fight Maddox and need the princess, that this will call them.”

Aiden moved the chain to examine the pendant. It looked like it was made out of stained glass, a dusty pink rose set against a blue sky and surrounded by gold.

Gun (Nova)

Jay saw a flash of blue light illuminate the buildings next to him. In one move, he whirled around and unholstered his gun, aiming it at the source. He found himself looking down the street at a boy standing underneath the nearest streetlight.

Jay quickly sized him up. The boy’s t-shirt and pajama pants did nothing to protect him from the rain that quickly soaked him, and he was soon shivering under the harsh glare of the streetlight. But even his impression of a drowned kitten wasn’t enough to override the warning bells going off in Jay’s brain at the sight of the boy’s blue-lensed tech goggles or the bandages wrapped around his left arm.

Handkerchief didn’t have so Napkin (Nova AU)

Aydan reached up and tugged at the white streak in Jay’s hair. “Look at you, you distinguished old gentleman,” she teased.

“Oh, I’ll show you distinguished old gentleman,” Jay retorted, his arm going around Aydan’s waist.

Basil gave a pointed little cough. Jay smirked and licked Aydan’s cheek before going back to his lunch.

“Gross,” Aydan complained, accepting the napkin Basil handed her to wipe off her cheek.

Metal (Astral Part 1)

“No,” Yavin said decisively. “She may be useful. You see, Maddox, my sister and I have discovered another of our siblings’ plans, one that could prove quite the hinderance to both our ambitions.”

Yavin rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands on Maddox’s desk, revealing cuffs around his wrists. They were made of some silvery-blue metal that was heavily streaked with rust and covered in engravings that Danielle didn’t immediately recognize.

“When our siblings decided to lock us in that prison,” Yavin said, his voice low, “they not only prevented the use of magic within our cell, but also decided to lock away mine and Europa’s magic, via these handy little cuffs.” He lifted a hand and shook his wrist briefly.

Shrug (Astral Part 1)

“Who is Vernize?”

“I’m… not too sure,” Aiden admitted. “He said he was once the prince of Astral—still might be, depending on who you ask, but Maddox keeps him locked up in the dungeon.”

Even in the greenish light, Aiden saw Finn’s face go pale. “Jake?” he whispered.

Aiden shrugged.

Jared gave Finn a strange look. “Do you really think…?”

Finn ignored the question. “He didn’t give you any other name?” he asked Aiden.

“He couldn’t,” Aiden explained. “He said Maddox took most of his name.”

[unicornswillbleed]

"Doppelganger..." Starring @catalystbloom ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 5 years ago this week. In the infamous Fantasy Room Downtown SATX. For @unicornpuncherproject 🦄 👊 #model #girl #street #satx #sanantonio #texas #beautiful #zine #book #artbook #art #alternativegirl #tattoomodel #altmodel #alternativemodel (at San Antonio, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClzvgEHMW8Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[inky-evergreen]

Animation nation

[antonio-velardo]

Antonio Velardo shares: ‘Doppelganger’ Review: A Soldier Confronts His Mortality by Anastasia Tsioulcas

By Anastasia Tsioulcas At the Park Avenue Armory, an imaginative and viscerally shocking staging of Schubert songs from the director Claus Guth and the tenor Jonas Kaufmann. Published: September 24, 2023 at 03:24PM from NYT Arts https://ift.tt/UhwQF1v via IFTTT

[toadstoolkisses]

beat my doppelganger the fuck up so im back.. uh question whats going on with antonio.. ?

[just-some-normal-jessica]

you're telling me doppelgangers emerge wearing a suit and just. choose not to wear it?? we were robbed mercilessly and i'm here to fix it/j

[creepy--claws]

[● I shouldn't be awake but I suffer from the inability to sleep so this was bound to happen

Isrg the Antonio = Anthony deb8 is gonna become the Muse ARG's Scourge Collar and Dovewing Eye color deb8

I don't think Antonio is Anthony because they do not look similar at all, they don't sound similar, and I have my own theories n stuff about what happened

So I believe Anthony was taken by either Mark's muse or Antonio and delivered to HMF to be part of project chimera

Because in the first Sonc The Blue Rat video, when we see Anthony's missing poster, we can hear pained groaning in the background, and then in the human trials video on This place is not happy, we can hear the same noise during H0023's segment

So there's my small cent pitched. Antonio Geist is a totally different dude, and also it wouldn't make sense for Antonio to be Anthony when every other doppelganger took the identity of the host, why would Anthony's case be different? And I don't believe Anthony had a muse, because we haven't seen any evidence he had one as of currently. Hopefully this doesn't become a decade long deb8 like Scourge's collar color (/j I know it won't)

I might present an AU idea I had to the world if I'm brave, and if I'm not, I'll save it for the drafts or a different place to put it. Good night tri-state area]