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[cloudly-moonlight]

Can you write where Agustin and Mirabel speak french in front of the family during dinner.

I headcanon him that he can speak french and taught Mirabel in secret.

Sure, the bold are in French and the curved brackets are in English so please excuse my mistakes ToT

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The aroma of Abuela’s famous arroz con pollo usually had Mirabel’s stomach rumbling before she even reached the dining room. Tonight, however, the vibrant scents did little to penetrate the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut, she was late, again, a flurry of apologies had fallen on deaf ears as she slipped into her seat next to her father, Agustín, the last to arrive.

The dining room, usually a cacophony of boisterous laughter and overlapping conversations, was buzzing with a festive but restrained energy, it was Abuela Alma’s birthday, and despite the joyous occasion, a certain level of decorum was expected.

Isabela was twirling a perfectly formed rose, Dolores was subtly tapping her fingers against the table, Camilo was already halfway through his second plate, Antonio was feeding his jaguar, Bruno was chatting with Pepa and Félix, Luisa looked relieved at the chance to finally rest.

Mirabel picked at her food, her stomach still tight with the sting of Abuela’s earlier reprimand. "Mirabel, you must try to be more punctual,” Alma had said, her voice sharper than usual. "We all have our roles to play, and you, too, must learn to respect the family’s schedule."

The words, while not unexpected, had landed heavier today, making the typically comforting atmosphere of the dinner table feel less like home and more like a stage.

As the family chatter washed around her, Mirabel felt a familiar sense of isolation, she watched her mother, Julieta, smile at her, a silent offer of comfort, but Mirabel looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

She felt like a shadow, a faint echo in a room brimming with brilliance, she barely registered the family’s back-and-forth until she heard her father’s voice, but the words were different, unexpected.

"Ma douce fille, je vois que tu ne manges pas, as-tu perdu l'appétit (My sweet daughter, I see you not eating, did you lost your appetite)

Agustín asked, his tone gentle, his eyes holding a depth of concern that only Mirabel seemed to notice.

Mirabel’s eyes widened, her gaze snapping to his french, he had spoken and taught her in French, it was a small, secret language they shared, a world away from the Spanish spoken in the Encanto, It had started when Mirabel was a child, Agustín teaching her phrases from his mother's side of the family.

It had become their refuge, a comfortable unspoken understanding.

She quickly lowered her gaze to her plate, trying to maintain composure despite the surprise surging through her, she had not expected him to use their language.

"je n'ai plus faim, papa." (I'm not hungry anymore, dad.)

she replied softly, her voice barely audible above the family’s hum, she felt a small flicker of warmth bloom in her chest at the familiarity of the language, the secret shared between them.

Agustín’s brow furrowed slightly, a silent question in his gaze, he knew, without her saying it, that the 'not really hungry' was more than just a lack of appetite, he'd seen the way Alma had spoken to her, the subtle but unmistakable disapproval that wrapped around Mirabel like a heavy cloak, he reached out with his own hand to gently squeeze hers under the table, a silent reassurance.

"N'écoute pas ce vieux grincheux, tu es plus que tu ne le penses, tu es une merveille." (Don't listen to that old grinch, you are more than you know, you are a wonder.)

Mirabel nodded her head, still feeling sad but smiled a bit, the shunning, slander all taking a troll on her, there are times she has dark thoughts, wanting to leave the family, especially her grandma who made her feel like she never done enough.

"Elle me fait me sentir sans valeur, qu'est-ce que je fais de mal, papa, j'ai tout fait pour la famille mais pourtant je suis sur le chemin.." (She makes me feel worthless, what am I doing wrong, dad, I did everything for the family but yet I'm in the way.)

Agustín frowns, he sees it all, the way her sister treated her, Alma treats her, everyone else is busy in their own time, his wife is always cooking in the kitchen, no one takes breaks, only on special occasion.

"Tu ne fais rien de mal, c'est ta grand-mère… elle a tort." (You are doing nothing wrong, it's your grandma.. she's in the wrong.)

The conversation continued around them, oblivious to the exchange happening in a language they didn’t understand, Mirabel felt a little less isolated, the knot in her stomach loosening slightly, her father, in his quiet way, was seeing her, acknowledging her in a way that no one else had today, the French words, spoken in hushed tones, were more powerful than any grand gesture.

He glanced at his daughter untouch food and looked at her with an small smile.

"Voulez-vous partir et faire un pas dehors, nous pouvons rester dehors aussi longtemps que vous le souhaitez." (Wanna leave and take a step outside, we can stay outside as long you want.)

Mirabel quickly nodded her head, standing up fast, almost falling down, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"S'il vous plaît, je n'en peux plus, j'ai besoin de respirer." (Please, I can't take it no more, I need to breathe.)

Agustin placed a gentle hand on her arm, sending a jolt of warmth through her, he stood up, a quiet request escaping his lips. "Excuse me, Everyone, Mirabel and I are going to step away for a bit."

He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t offer explanations, he just turned, his hand lightly guiding Mirabel as they walked towards the archway that lead out of the dining room, the family, temporarily silenced by Agustin’s unusual departure, watched them leave.

They reached the bench, a weathered wooden structure that had witnessed countless sunsets and moonlit nights, it sat beside the stream, where the water tumbled over smooth stones, its liquid voice a constant, calming presence, they settled onto it in a comfortable silence, their limbs finding their accustomed places, the stream flowed past, a ribbon of silver in the moonlight, reflecting the sky above in shimmering shards.

"Merci papa." (Thank you dad.)

"À tout moment, petit." (Anytime, little one.)

At this moment, they both stayed outside a bit longer, continue to speak in french.

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And done, I tried my best, I haven't wrote in a while which why am slowly getting back to writing.

[aeshnalacrymosa]

For fic writer ask

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🍲 When did you start writing and why?

When I was 13, my best friend at the time introduced me to the concept of fanfiction. I was a bigger bookworm then than I am now, and the idea that I could be a writer who can share stories that others may enjoy was new and exciting to me. I didn't post my first fanfic until after college, and I was 20. But I did spend my whole childhood drawing outlandish and fanciful "comics" in anime style (and woefully unaware of manga) shaping the kinds of stories I wanted to read and write.

🍣 What helps you focus get into the mood to write?

MUSIC, hands down. I listen to different kinds of music depending on the mood. Lately, my go-to music is ambient or post-rock. For Encanto fics specifically, I tend to gravitate toward Colombian traditional or pop music to get a feel of the setting. But I occasionally also listen to Catholic hymns when my writing drifts toward religious themes, which it often does. I notice that I am able to concentrate better with music without lyrics, and if they have lyrics, I prefer Spanish, Ladino, or Latin. If I understand the lyrics (i.e. they're in English or Filipino), I lose concentration. LOL

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

Yes, and I enjoy reading them. When I post a new fic, sometimes I read it repeatedly, just savoring having written something nice.

These questions were fun to answer. Thanks, @cloudly-moonlight !

[songmingisthighs]

[15.08] badboy!seonghwa × reader

⇀ had you known that's why he confessed, would you have accepted him ? Or smack his annoyingly perfect face with your laptop ?

⇁ part 1 / 2

⇁ prologue part 1 / 2 / 3

Things had gone great between you and Seonghwa. You and he would often meet at your dorm or at the diner at least three times a week.

You'd ask him why you both never hung at his dorm but his answer was that he doesn't want the boys to disturb your 'quality time'.

Normally you'd question answers like that, but the way he looks at you and holds your hand made you forget why you even wanna ask that in the first place.

But like all things, everything dissipates with time.

Nearing the end of the semester, group projects lessen and solo assignments accumulate which put a strain between your and Seonghwa's hangout time. You've tried convincing him that you both can hang out whilst doing your solo assignments but you remembered how his eyes trailed after a girl as you spoke at one of your last hangouts at the diner.

Seems like he's lost interest in you too.

Which, it sure hurts, but you both were never official and neither had verbally confirmed to the other about their feelings. It sucks.

But you power through.

You pretend that his silence during class's group discussion didn't affect you, you pretend that when he immediately pack up his stuff to leave the class and only throwing you a polite smile didn't make your heart wrench, you pretend that him ghosting you didn't make you feel both embarrassed and angry at the same time.

You're light and breezy.

Heck, you're so light and breezy, you still go to that diner every Friday all alone. And it's not because you had hoped to see one particular man.

Even though you did.

When he was on a date with some girl who's obviously very pretty.

On the booth you both had 'claimed' as 'your booth' without ever verbally saying it.

"Hi, excuse me," a voice broke your train of thoughts.

You look up from your book to see a really handsome man standing in front of you with a smile on his face. He looks very handsome, definitely mixed-race, and he has this chill aura on him that is honestly refreshing to you.

"Sorry to bother you, but can I sit here?" He asked. You look around to see that there are a lot of other places left in the library where he could've sat.

Sensing your apprehension, the man raised both of his hands, "I'm not a creep or a weirdo, I'm just very particular about where I work,"

He's got a point. So you just nodded, "sure, it's not my table or anything anyways, you could've just taken a seat without asking my permission," he shrugged as he put his things across you, "I mean sure, but you seemed like you don't wanna be bothered and this particular spot has the best walking distance to anywhere at all and plus the secret charging port? Genius," he said, grinning proudly.

You raised your eyebrows at him, "you seem to know your way around the table, mister..." you trailed off to which he immediately caught on, "Hansol, Choi Hansol, but my friends calls me Vernon," he held his hand out for you to shake, "(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and why Vernon?" "My english name, I'm half American,"

And with that, you got yourself a new friend.

Vernon is a computer science major, and the other thing major about him is his nerdiness. And his hotness. Which is a ridiculous combination.

Ever since that day in the library, you both somehow find the other popping up everywhere. Just a day after your first meeting in the library, he came into the café you part-timed at. He came in to order 13 drinks and several pastries, shocking you at first but then he told you he lives in a frat house with 12 other guys and that he's not a caffeine addict.

Then you both bonded over the many sessions in the library which eventually venture out to sitting together during lunch, and then suddenly you both started meeting outside campus.

And this did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa.

"Hey, Seonghwa, how well do you know (Y/N)?" Hongjoong asked, breaking Seonghwa's glare on you and Vernon from all the way across the cafeteria.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at him, "(Y/N) from my statistics class?" As if he hadn't considered you as something more at some point, "I'd say well enough as a groupmate, why?" He asked back.

Hongjoong nodded towards you and Vernon with his chin, "Vernon there saw you both working together and he wants to make sure he won't be stepping on anyone's toes when he's making a move on her,"

At that moment, Seonghwa almost choked on his fries. Too surprised with the fact that you've possibly moved on from him so quickly.

It's only been a month and a half since you both stopped hanging out outside of obligation.

Hearing that made his blood boil and he's pretty sure it's not jealousy. Most likely territorialism. HE took interest in you first waaaaay before Vernon did.

The smile and laugh you give Vernon was supposed to be for him. He used to make you laugh so hard at any stupid pun he concocted in his head. No matter how stupid it is nor how much it doesn't make any sense.

To be completely honest, he didn't know why he pulled away from you in the first place. He had been so comfortable with you, never once had he ever let his guard down and just be carefree, not even with his closest friends.

He needs to get you back to him.

No matter what.

So he made his move the next time you both had statistics again.

Unlucky for him though, the professor decided to not have any group discussion that day which threw Seonghwa's plan out the window. But thankfully he still remembered your schedule, you don't have any class after statistics which means you'd be grabbing a simple lunch before your part-time job starts until 8 pm.

So he waited patiently for the bell to ring.

Legs bouncing in anticipation as his eyes flit towards the clock every five minutes.

When the professor finally dismissed the class (10 minutes later than he's supposed to, as per usual), he immediately put all his belongings back in his bag and ran after you. Somehow you've mastered the art of cleaning up quickly over the month and a half without him.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" Seonghwa called.

You stopped in your tracks and turn your head to see Seonghwa jogging towards you with that stupid, charming smile on his face.

Damn his good looks.

"Yeah? Is there something wrong?" you asked him when he caught up to you. He raised an eyebrow at you, confused as to why you'd think there'd be anything wrong.

"Ah!" you suddenly exclaimed, "Is this about my part of the presentation? Don't worry, I'm close to finishing it, I should be able to compile it in the PPT tonight by... 9.30-ish? I have to finish my shift at the café," you explained.

He chuckled at you, deep voice that you oh so missed ringing in your ears, "wha- no, (Y/N), I'm not here to talk about our project, I just wanna... talk with you," he said, tilting his head to the side slightly. It somehow made him look both hot and cute at the same time. Which doesn't make sense.

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him while crossing your arms, "why? No offence, Seonghwa, but you've kinda been blowing me off for the past month and a half now, what makes you think I'd have anything to talk with you about?"

Those words coming out of your mouth shocked him. It's not like he didn't expect some apprehension from you, but hostility? Boy, you must've been really affected by his shitty doings.

"I-I- no, (Y/N), I haven't been blowing you off," bullshit, even he knows that, "I've just been really-" "really... what? Absent? Ghosty? Hot and cold? Whatever it is, Seonghwa, you don't owe me any explanation," you tried your best to not roll your eyes at him because honestly, how dare he blew you off and now acting like he didn't whilst hoping you don't notice what he has been doing.

What did he take you for? One of his brainless bimbos?

Surprised at your words, Seonghwa was left stunned. You waited for a solid 10 seconds for him to say something. Anything.

Literally, how hard is it to say sorry?

Realizing he wouldn't realize what he's supposed to do, you just shook your head at him, "I'll finish inputting and editing my part by tonight, I'll see you in class next week, Seonghwa," you said before walking away.

You would've thought that he'd take the hint and go back to ignoring you.

But now, of course not. He's stubborn and he plays by his own rules. It's an understatement to say that you were shocked when you saw him entering the café nearing the end of your shift.

Despite the shock of seeing him, you pretended like nothing's wrong and do what you're supposed to do to any other customer as per usual.

Heck, you'd give yourself a pat on the back, head, and butt for being so calm whilst handling Seonghwa. You managed to keep that "strictly professional" smile on your face as you take his orders, you didn't fumble when he made small talks as you typed in his orders into the computer (like really, who the heck said "good thing tonight's not cloudly, love the moonlight," ??), and you didn't flinch when your hands accidently touch as you hand him his strawberry frappucino.

Yes, the badboy strictly and secretly drink sweet, fruity drinks.

You'd thought that his presence was merely a coincidence. As he waited in his table, you had assumed that he's waiting for some girl (who isn't you, sadly) so all you wanna do is run out of there as soon as you can.

"Hey, Jaemin," you called your co-worker who's in the middle of sipping his 6 shot americano at 8 pm, "I'm gonna head out, okay? Think you can hold the fort until Yena's here? She said she has to turn in an assignment, that's why she's late,"

Jaemin just rolled his eyes at you, "(Y/N), I'm drinking coffee that's powerful enough to paralyze a horse, I can definitely handle the slow Wednesday night crowd," he said sarcastically to which you laugh.

After getting your things from your locker in the back room, you proceed to go out through the front door.

Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa had followed behind.

You were only several steps away from the café when suddenly Seonghwa caught up to you and grab your hand.

Knowing that it's quite late and it's dark, Seonghwa should've known better. You honestly only feel slightly bad for punching his chest.

Slightly.

Like 2%.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Seonghwa you scared the devil out of me!" You exclaimed after realizing that it was just him, pulling your hand away from his grip. He coughed, trying to ease oxygen back to his lungs after you had brutally knocked them out.

"Guess I deserved that," he coughed out, but he was smirking as if he's amused by your attack, "sorry, I was just- I need to talk to you," he said, looking at you pleadingly.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that for the past month and a half, Seonghwa, you seemed just about done with me," you said while crossing your arms, your expression showing nothing but disdain at him. He seems to feel remorse after seeing how you looked at him. Never once did you showed any negativity nor hostility to him during the time you both spent together.

Seonghwa didn't really know what made him pull away from you. All he was sure of is that he felt something so strongly about you to the point that it scared him so much. He never felt the need to be with someone as much as when he was with you. He found himself thinking about you when you're both not together, he found himself only focusing on you and nothing else when you both are together, and he found his vulnerabilities open for you to access.

It scared him to hell and back when he realizes that there is a possibility of him wanting something more from you.

With you.

The man before you sighed, "I... Have no excuse for how I acted recently but believe me when I said that I regret pulling myself away from you because I'm scared, you're too good to and for someone like me, you deserve the best and I wanna be the best for you," he stepped closer to take both your hands in his, his eyes were genuine which rendered you incapable of being too mad at him, "I wish I could rewind the time and take back what I did, I never should have pulled away from you, I should have just told you the truth," he said.

For a second, he forgot about his image and he just let whatever he was feeling out, he wanted to make sure that you understand how he truly feels.

Both of you stood in silence, just staring at each other as he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. With the way you're staring at him now, he was sure that your initial resolve had completely melted.

But suddenly from his peripheral vision, he saw Vernon coming out of a bookstore across the road and was looking around.

Remembering what prompted him to get closer to you again, he pulled you in close into his arms, a hand to your cheek and lips just centimetres away from his.

"So? Would you please give me another chance to show you how much you mean to me? Not as just some guy from your statistics class," his words made you chuckle and roll your eyes, "but as your boyfriend," he said before he could stop himself.

Your eyes widened, "m-me? With y-you? Boyfriend and girlfriend?" you choked out, not believing your ears in the first place. You wanted to make sure that he's not kidding, making a joke or making a fool out of you.

Instead of answering, however, he simply leaned in and places his lips softly on yours. The kiss was sweet, it conveyed how much he wants and misses you. For some reason it made you feel comforted, he feels like home and his arms makes you feel safe.

So then and there, you kiss him back as a form of an answer to him.

When you both finally pull away, you both could see dumb smiles decorating the other's face, proof of happiness over what just happen.

Remembering that you're in the middle of the road and there are people around you, you pulled away from his arms first but reached to tangle your hand in his.

"Come on, I believe I owed my groupmate my part of the presentation," you started as you walk, pulling him with you.

But as you walk, you turn your head at him to throw a flirty smirk, "boyfriend" you said, making him grin so wide, it could rival a Cheshire cat.

Maybe you and he isn't a bad idea at all.

All you can do now is hope that he won't break you.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Falling in love with your fanfic of Agustin and Mirabel’s French communicate 💙✨ can you please do Agustin and Mirabel watching the stars together that reference to the Lion King or Wish please

I headcanon that after Mirabel’s fail ceremony, Agustin was the first person to comfort his daughter and sneak her out of the house to watch the stars together and let her know that the stars will be there to guide her and Agustin would tell her a story about the lion king

Take all the time you need to write if you are doing anything special 💙✨

I hope you like it, I combine wish and the Lion king together,

Request by: @starlightmeadowbloom

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Little Mirabel sat in the corner of the nursery room, curled up in a ball, sobbing, tonight was a disaster, her gift ceremony didn't go as planned, the golden glow that usually pulsed through the Encanto had been dim and strained, focusing hope on her, only to flicker and die, her door had simply… vanished

The disappointment on her Abuela Alma’s face was etched into her memory, a sharp, deep line of worry creasing her brow, her lips a thin, disapproving line.

Then there were the looks from her family, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and a thinly veiled pity, and the villagers, the whispers.

"Poor Mirabel… what does this mean?" "Will the magic fade because of her, is she adopted, did her dad or mom cheat?"

The memory of Abuela Alma snatching the candle away, ignoring Mirabel as she ushered everyone out, promising everything was fine while Mirabel stood alone on the stairs, burned, It felt like the whole world was collapsing around her and she was at fault.

The silence that followed felt heavier than the mountains surrounding the Encanto, Mirabel had expected cheers, applause, a new room bursting with wonder just for her, instead, she had the cold, echoing emptiness of a room untouched by magic, and the crushing weight of failure.

After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, her father, Agustín, slipped inside.

He didn't say a word, just sat quietly on the floor beside her, then, gently, he pulled her onto his lap, he didn't try to minimize her pain, didn't say, "It's okay, you'll get a gift later."

He simply held her, his arms warm and strong, a solid anchor in the swirling storm of her emotions.

"I have no gift," Mirabel finally choked out, the words a fresh wave of sobs.

Agustín just held her tighter. "I know, mi dulce niña, I know."

He listened, really listened, as she poured out her heart, she spoke of the pressure, the expectations, the fear that she had somehow broken the magic.

He didn't interrupt, didn't offer platitudes, he just held her and let her cry, offering the silent reassurance of his presence.

After a while, when her sobs had subsided to sniffles, Agustín wiped her tears with his thumb. "Come with me, Mirabel," he said softly.

He led her out of the nursery, past the twinkling, magical rooms of her sisters and cousins, and up the winding stairs to the roof of Casita.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of jasmine and blooming Chrysanthemum. The moon hung like a silver coin in the inky sky, and the stars blazed with a fierce, silent light.

Agustín sat down on the edge of the roof, gesturing for Mirabel to join him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"Look up there," he said, pointing to the celestial tapestry above. "Do you see that cluster of stars, just to the left of the moon?"

Mirabel squinted. "Yes, I think so."

"Those stars," Agustín said, his voice low and soothing, "they tell a story, a story of a young lion cub, born to be king, he loses his father, and he runs away, thinking it's all his fault, he forgets who he is."

Mirabel knew the story of the Lion King but still listens no matter how many times.

"But eventually," Agustín continued, "he looks up at the stars, and he sees his father, who reminds him of who he truly is, he remembers his responsibility, his strength, and he goes back to reclaim his kingdom."

He paused, looking at Mirabel with gentle, knowing eyes. "Even without magic," he continued, "Simba still had a heart full of courage, kindness, and love. He still had everything he needed to be a good king."

Mirabel looked up at the stars, listening to his words, it wasn’t a gift ceremony, but it felt like her own private ritual, she didn’t have a magical room to claim as her own, but the vast, starlit sky felt like a belonging, something no one could take from her.

Then, he pointed to a particularly bright star, shimmering above the mountains.

"That's your wishing star, Mirabel," he said. "Whenever you feel lost or sad, look for that star. Close your eyes, make a wish, and know that everything will be alright."

She gazed at the star, its light unwavering and pure. Hesitantly, she closed her eyes and made a wish, a small, whispered plea for acceptance, for understanding, for a little bit of magic to find its way into her life.

When she opened her eyes, she gasped.

The star seemed to shimmer, to almost… wink. just for a moment, it pulsed with a brighter light, a gentle wave that seemed to emanate directly towards her, she could have sworn she heard a faint laughter in the wind.

A small, fragile smile touched her lips, it wasn't a gift, it wasn't a power, but in that moment, under the vast expanse of the starry sky, she felt a connection, a sense of belonging.

She felt the star wave to her, a silent promise that even without a gift, she was still loved, she was still a Madrigal, and she was still Mirabel. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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And done, I hope you like it, I had to put them together, wish and the lion king but I hope I did good, thanks for the request.

[cloudly-moonlight]

We sure need Mirabel and Agustin moments like these two you’ve done, it’s so beautiful that got me teared up 🥹

Aw thanks, I was planning to write more of them together since there is not much stories of them together, but I will write one today or tmr, I'm glad you like it.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Alma Birthday

It's finna be 2025... we still haven't got Alma's birthday... or did we already got her birthday, I haven't been here so long ToT

[cloudly-moonlight]

I hate writers block like I was writing an encanto fanfic then sudden im hit with an writer's block -_- it was doing so well like how.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Can you write Mama Mirabel raising Antonio as her son.

I don't think I will write Mirabel raising Antonio but I can write Mirabel singing one of her fav nursery songs to her little cousin.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Can I have the Madrigal kids dressed in red and black

Sure can!

Theme: Black Night

Isabella Madrigal

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Dolores Madrigal

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Antonio Madrigal

________________________

Luisa Madrigal

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Mirabel Madrigal

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Camilo Madrigal

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There you go Anon.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Do I have to make my characters gay, i'm making an Isabela Madrigal story and my friend told me that I should make her a lesbian, I got no problems with the LGBTQ but there is a lot of them but I wanna make my characters straight since I already had lgbtq ones, but if I don't make another non-straight character this time, and Isabela will be my first straight character I'm writing, but my friend will be mad at me, she will stop being my friend... what should I do

Well, don't listen to your friend, she ain't no true friend for getting mad over something that isn't hers, she doesn't have no right so to tell you what to do with your story or characters, after all if you wanna make Isabela straight than go ahead, if your friend gets mad then that's a childish move for getting upset, I see where you coming from tho, you should get new friends that will support you because a true friend won't get mad at you, they wouldn't care what you do to your characters or stories, besides there is a lot of non-straight Isabela Madrigal stories so you should do your stories and ignore your friend and find new ones.

[cloudly-moonlight]

I want to rape you so hard, you can carry my child and i rape you again

Again, im finding more of these, yea imma go through my inbox later but this is just beyond creepy and sad.

That was um, mean and creepy, please move out of your parents basement and get a life, don't say nothing like that.

[cloudly-moonlight]

You know the story called Another Chance To Heal.

They haven't update since last year, i can't wait for the new update.

I had read it and it's a pretty good story.

Maybe the author is going through a crisis at the moment, maybe they are taking a long break, maybe they are going through writers block, maybe they busy and going through stuff in their life.

All i'm saying is lets be kind and wait, let's not rush the author, read other stories until then, i mean who knows but again go read or favorite stories until they ready to post.

[cloudly-moonlight]

How does nasty forbidden family Encanto stories get more comments than the good Encanto stories.

I don't know why but I guess it's popular, it's hard to find nice Encanto stories since it's more forbidden stories than the non-forbidden ones.

All I can say is don't attack anyone and just keep scrolling or maybe write your own stories.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Would you write Carlos, Mirabel and Camilo as siblings.

Yes I would, I mostly will write Mirabel being the youngest sister while Carlos will be a older brother and older than Camilo or be a twin to him.

If I had written Camilo, Mirabel and Carlos as siblings, it would not be a creepy writing like other stories.

[cloudly-moonlight]

What you think of Camilo, Carlos and Mirabel being sibings

I don't mind them being siblings as long as they don't write disgusting forbidden family content like ew, make carlos a creep like they always do in fanfics.

Tbh I have never read a good Carlos Madrigal stories, it's always him being a creepy, perv family member and him being romantically paired with a family member if you know what i'm talking about.

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If Mirabel was Pepa's daughter instead of Julieta's, how will Pepa deal with her giftless daughter and her being shunned.

Remember this is just my opinion.

We may not seen enough of Pepa and her kids but it shows that she loves her kids, as for Mirabel being her biological daughter, I'm sure Pepa will attack anyone who talked down on her daughter.

She won't take those people lightly if they shunned Mirabel, if she was giftless I'm sure Pepa will show her love and most importantly protect her from harm, she will make sure that her daughter knows she is loved with or without a gift.

Pepa might let her share Dolores room, make casita make a room or they will move out and find a nice home.

Mostly she will tell Isabela to knock it off because she's is a grown woman bullying a child then again she get mad at her anyways that goes same for Alma.

Anyways all I know if Mirabel belongs to Pepa I'm sure Mira will be loved and knowing she doesn't need a gift to prove herself.

☆Remember these are my opinions and feel free to disagree but just don't attack anyone who doesn't have the same opinions as you, everyone is free to add on something else.