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thequeenofthedisneyverse · 9 months ago

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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!"

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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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barbex · 10 months ago

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HAPPY FRIDAY!! "The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed" from the sensory prompts, for any characters you like!

Happy @dadrunkwriting and thank you for this prompt.

It turned into a little angsty weird, some kind of pre-and-missed-fenders ficlet.

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Fenris can't sleep. At least not yet. Maybe later, when the first morning light crawls over the horizon, gently pushing the darkness of night away, maybe then he can sleep. That's when Anders will leave the tent to take up the watch. He always takes that one, something about being used to getting up early, and about picking herbs and such. The dew of the morning moistening the leaves, so that they keep better for the trek back to the drying racks in Anders' clinic.

At least that's what Anders told Isabela once, when she asked about his early morning habit. He pretended not to listen. Anders would never have answered his questions, not like he answers Isabela's questions. Not with that smile and that twinkling in his eyes, and not with the joke about putting leaves in your smalls to make yourself smell better.

Anders doesn't talk to him anymore. After so many fights, so many vicious words, he just stopped. Stopped altogether. No words about mages, about the Gallows, about freedom for him and all mages. Fenris isn't sure what to make of it, at first it was a relief to not hear his complaints anymore, but now it feels like something is missing. Something that made Anders who he is, is gone. Instead, another version of Anders walks with them, quiet, serious, friendly. Friendly like the head slaves used to be, polite, carefully projecting being contend and calm.

Fenris looks at Anders' back next to him. The mage sleeps fitfully, twitching, sometimes even making a sound. He cries out and sits up, wide eyes staring into nothing. "No, sorry," he says, but his voice is still laden with the weight of the nightmare.

"It was just a dream," Fenris says.

Anders' head whips around and he frowns at him.

"You are safe here."

Even in the dim light of the tent, Fenris can see the mask settling back on Anders' face. Contend. Friendly. Polite.

"Of course." Anders lies back down, folding his hands on his chest.

"Why are you like this?" He had not meant to ask the question but now it is out.

Anders slowly turns his head to look at him. "Like what?"

"Cold. Quiet." He doesn't know how to explain how eerie it is to see Anders like this. "I know you were passionate and now... why are you hiding everything?"

Equally slowly, Anders looks back to the roof of their tent, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on his chest. "I thought you would be happy about that. You always said you didn't want to hear my yammering."

"But now you don't say anything anymore."

"Yes." Anders' voice has lost all its softness. "I don't say anything. It's better this way."

"Why?"

Faster than his eyes can grasp it, Anders is up and leans right into him, his breath in his face. Fear tightens his throat, as if Anders had his hand around his throat. But he is not touching him. That is even worse.

"You don't want to hear what I think." A mad smile draws at Anders' lips. "None of you do. Be glad you don't hear what I think."

He is out of the tent before Fenris can take a breath. His heart beats too fast. Like he is drawn from an invisible force, he crawls out of the tent, grabbing his sword. There, tall in the moonlight, he sees Anders stand at the edge of their camp. He doesn't hide his steps, and the way Anders glances over his shoulder shows him that the mage is aware of his approach.

"Tell me," Fenris says. "Tell me what you are not saying."

The mask slips, for the first time in weeks an actual emotion shows on Anders' face. He recognizes it. Pain. Grief. "Tell me."

Anders lets out a breath. "It has to end. The suffering. It has to end, soon."

"Tell me."

Finally, Anders looks at him, smiling gently. "No. You should not know." Without another word, he walks into the darkness.

Fenris watches him, fighting the feeling that he missed something important.

#dadrunkwriting #some angst #pre and missed fenders #fenders #Fenris #Anders #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

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starsfic · 10 months ago

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I saw the idea of Mirabel joining the Owl House crew and I have few headcanons for it.

Pure Mirabel ones

Mirabel is the voice of reason between the adopted Clawthorne siblings, but it doesn't mean she doesn't have her crazy moments too.

She gets drawn into Luz's phone more than King because she's floored at what people can have outside Encanto.

Instead of using glyph paper like Luz Mirabel actually sews or puts glyphs into clothes or her shoes/slippers. When she dances with them on it is a terrifying display.

Mirabel is studying glyphs mainly so she can help lighten the load of her family, since she knows they're under a lot of stress.

Her Palisman is a Spectacled Bear, she calls Specs and she also carves him.

For Luz and Mirabel

Luz and Mirabel when planing something together will usually discuss the idea in Spanish so they don't have eavesdroppers.

Despite only being a year apart, Mirabel thinks of Luz of a little sister she never had. Despite the fact Luz is actually taller than her. Mirabel is five two while the Average 14 year old girl is five four

The two often trade art tips of their respective art talents, with Luz teaching Mirabel how to draw and sculpt, while Mirabel gives her sewing tips and teaches her to dance and sing.

She definitely did sew a witches hat for Luz.

For Mirabel and King

Mirabel will sew him new 'generals' for his army sometimes, many of them animals from Columbia.

When Mirabel first saw him, she picked up with spin and nearly called him cuter than Antonio

Whenever Mirabel sews King always ask if she can sew him a cape fit for the king of the demons.

When she heard Kings 'Squeak of Rage' she nearly fell over trying to keep herself from laughing.

For Eda and Mirabel

When she first met Eda her first thought was she was gonna reprimand her, until Eda just said good job.

When Mirabel told Eda about Encanto, the first thing on Eda's mind was to punch every spoiled village person square in the face.

Since Mirabel has a passion for music Eda tries to teach how to play string instruments but to varying degrees of success

Ooh, fun! Here's five from me:

Mirabel and Luz had to find a common Spanish ground because Columbian Spanish and Dominican Republican Spanish use different words in various things.

Since Mirabel is older and Hexside seems to be divided by age, she ends up in the Blight twins' and Viney's grade. She actually met Viney first.

Mirabel at first loathes the Golden Guard because he reminds her of Isabela, except actually willing to harm. Then she gets to know Hunter and then meets Terra, which causes her to switch her hatred.

Luz insisted on cutting the Palistrom wood in half so Mirabel could carve Specs.

They have to be careful not to open the portal in the Encanto bc Mirabel didn't have Vee to conveniently take her place. Antonio is on the lookout for that weird owl.

#TOH #The Owl House #Encanto #Disney #Stars Answers #Mirabel Madrigal #Luz Noceda #Eda Clawthorne #King Clawthorne #au

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arandomperson5647 · 1 year ago

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Encanto Bloopers I made up

Like my previous post, these were made slightly less than 2 years ago and posted on the Encanto wiki. Yes ik I'm being a bit lazy but whatever. So you remember when animated movies would sometimes have animated bloopers as a bonus? Well here's my take on an Encanto themed one.

Comedy isn't my best thing so I hope these are actually kinda funny.

After Antonio finishes his ride with Parce, his jaguar, Pepa and Félix run over to hug him. Meanwhile, Parce puts a little too much force on his hug with Agustín, causing both of them to fall over. "I'm alright!"

"Look, if I could help anymore I would but um...that's all I know. Good luck. I wish I could've seen more." "Yeah........Yeah!" Mirabel kicks the door open, instead of it simply opening, it came off the hinges. "Uhhh......We might need to repair that." Bruno tries to hide his laugh.

"Luisa, Dolores says you're totally freaking out. Any chance you know something about last night with the magic--" Luisa's eye twitches. "--YOU DO!" Mirabel slams the table but accidentally hits the rim of her plate, causing food to fly everywhere. "Everywhere" meaning mostly onto Pepa's face. Nobody, not even Pepa, couldn't help laughing.

Everyone's doing their choreography at the dinner table for "We Don't Talk About Bruno". Camilo, Félix and Agustín toss the glasses to each other. Agustín throws it a bit too far, making Camilo miss and the glass shatters on the floor. "Whoops." Mirabel's still watching in the background, chuckling. "What did I tell you? Papá's accident-prone."

Convincing Bruno for a vision-Take 2. "Yeah........Yeah!" Mirabel, once again, tries to kick the door open, but this time, Mirabel kicked a hole in the door. "We're never getting this scene done." Mirabel and Bruno both start laughing uncontrollably.

Mirabel was trying to talk to Dolores outside while she got breakfast. Behind her was Dolores and Félix. "Camilo! Stop pretending you’re Dolores so you can have seconds." Though, Dolores didn't shift back. "Camilo, uh, why aren't you shifting back?" Dolores couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing as "Dolores" behind Félix shifts into Camilo. "Yes! We finally got him!" They've tried for a long time to fool him. Félix gave an "of course they would do this" look and laughed.

CRACK! Mirabel quickly turns around while hiding the vision. "Tía jeez!" "Sorry, sorry I-I-I didn't mean to-shoo, shoo, sho-AH!" While Pepa was pushing her cloud out, she gave herself a slight shock. She's fine. "Mirabel consider yourself lucky you didn't get a gift." She was being half-witty half-serious.

Bruno, goofing off, said in a very causal tone, "Hey, when you save the Encanto come visit. Hey get outta here!" Bruno tried to even act "cool" by leaning on the painting door. The painting moved further causing Bruno to fall over. Mirabel tried to hold in her laughter.

"LOOK! It's Mr. Mariano! Hey you can marr-mar-maaughh!" "Hey you can mar-mar-marry, shoot!." "Hey you can marry my sister if you wanna. Buween. Buween? Great, I invented a new word! It's 'but' and 'between' mixed together." Isabela, Mariano and Mirabel all started to laugh at the newly invented word.

"But what's your gift?" Mirabel suddenly gets an accordion thrown at her, except she almost drops it. "Almost" as in, centimeters away from hitting the floor and breaking. "Ah! We're good! We're good!"

After the chaotic dinner, some of the family ran out of the dining room. "Abuela, please! There's got to be an explanation!" "I hate you!" "WAA I'M A LOSER!!" "Luisa-AHHH!!" Agustín slips on a puddle and lands face first. "What did you d-AH!" Pepa followed and tripped on Agustín. "Mamá? I think we need some arepas."

"Casita! Casita! Help me! Help me!" Mirabel looses grip and falls down the pit. Bruno runs over but fails to catch Mirabel's hand. "Ah! No, no, no!" Mirabel's fine. She said in a very dramatic tone, "Oh no! I'm falling to my death! Ahhhhh." Bruno couldn't hold in his laughter.

Mirabel is having her pep talk with Antonio under her bed. "You're gonna get your gift, and open that door, and it's gonna be the coolest, ever. I know it." Antonio stares blankly at her. "Wait what was my line?" He and Mirabel start laughing.

"Seven-foot frame, rats along his back!" Camilo shifts back-and-forth between himself and Bruno, while two rats appear on Camilo's back, except there's supposed to be three. "Wait, where's Carlos?" Antonio found him. "He's right here! He says he doesn't want to do it anymore." "What? How can he not want to do this?! This is the best part of the song!" Bruno walks in (without a mischievous grin). "Carlos, if you do this scene, you can have extra food for a week." "He says for two weeks." "Fine." "Okay, now he'll do it." Meanwhile Mirabel is giggling in the background. Who knew rats were good negotiators?

#encanto #bloopers #la familia madrigal #im too lazy to tag tag all 12 people lol

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calswildflcwer · 1 year ago

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Cop Car !

Pairing : Carlos × fem!reader.

Warnings : I don’t think any apply, other than a mention of a killer.

Plot : You and Carlos had been dating for five months and now Carlos had offered to take you on a date. However, this doesn’t exactly go to plan at all. And the police know that they shouldn’t mess with you.

Pronouns used : He/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don't know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is inspired by this song here! Also, this fic is kinda modern and there is also no magic in encanto at the time!

Carlos watched you from the alleyway, flicking his knife open and closed, as you crouched down and laughed with the children.

“You look adorable, Juancho.” You poked the little boys nose.

Carlos headed over, his slender shadow scaring off the group of seven year olds. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at your boyfriend, “You know, you really need to stop scaring the kids.” You said, standing up.

“It isn’t my fault. If they’re used to chico de oro, that’s not my problem.” Carlos shrugged.

You had begun dating him around five months ago, on his eighteenth birthday. Nobody expected it, you were the sweet good girl and he was the town's bad boy. It was a shock to everybody.

You planted a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the pair of you walked together. “So, I wanted to ask you something.” Carlos began, ignoring the stares from the townspeople.

“Okay, go on.” You nodded, glaring at the townspeople as you noticed their stares.

“Would… Uhm… Would you want to go on a date tonight?” He asked.

“With you?” You questioned.

“No, with Isabela! Of course, with me!” He responded, cocking a brow at you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “I’d love to.” You grinned, staring at him before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Meet me at the fountain tonight, after your chores.” He smiled, planting a quick and soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing off into the shadows, leaving you standing with a soft pink tint painting your cheeks.

You met Carlos at the fountain after all of your chores were over, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached you, grabbing you by the waist and placing a quick kiss to your cheek before dragging you towards his car.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, sitting in the passenger seat as he began to drive away from the small town.

“You’ll see.” He smirked, as he drove. You quickly noticed a sign that said ‘no trespassing’ and you were currently trespassing. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over his features, his signature smirk still stood cockily on his lips.

He soon parked the car, the pair of you climbing out as you both sat on the bonnet and began to watch the planes take off. He had brought you to an airport, to a place where you could watch the planes take off. He knew you’d always had a fascination for planes.

He thought you’d have all night, there was no need to rush… However, it wasn’t long before the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights filled your ears. Carlos threw his head back, “Man, ain’t this some shi-” Carlos groaned.

You cocked a brow, “We could always run for it, that’d make the best story!” You grinned. Carlos smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was too busy watching you going wild, to be worried about going to jail. The blue lights shone, illuminating the freedom in your eyes.

The police approached the pair of you, you eyed them. They weren’t playing at all, they were quick to slam the cuffs onto both you and Carlos. Carlos watched as you tried to talk your way out of it with the police, one looked younger and the other much older. The younger one was definitely a rookie. Your mouth kept moving, trying to sweet talk them, they didn’t fall for it but Carlos? Oh, Carlos did, big time. Hearing your sweet words would always make him fall for you over and over again.

Carlos was pushed into the car, the rookie then pushed you in, reading you your rights. “Yeah, I understand. I just have one question.” You asked, the police officer stopped at the door giving you a pointed look. “Do you have a light? I’m due a smoke any moment now.” You questioned.

Carlos eyed you, biting back his laugh, knowing that you didn’t smoke. You smiled sweetly as the officers face contorted in anger before he slammed the door. Carlos watched you as you leaned your head back against the headrest of the backseat, a smile still painted across your lips.

“I swear your dad’s gonna kill me.” Carlos groaned.

“Maybe so, but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be the only one.” You grinned.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Carlos chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“Look Carlos, I want you to know that if we do both survive tonight, I wouldn’t change one thing.” You let him know, smiling as you tried to adjust your hands in the cuffs. It was the most uncomfortable sitting position, your hands cuffed tightly behind you.

“Not even this part?” Carlos cocked a brow.

A laugh sounded in the back of your throat, “Not even this part.” You grinned.

Carlos watched you as you stared out of the window as the police conversed with one another. You were so innocent but you were stealing his heart. Carlos couldn’t help the feeling within his chest as he watched you, something felt warm and sweet; a feeling he wasn’t used to.

The older officer soon approached the car, opening the door and allowing you to go. “You’re free to go.” He spoke.

“We won’t be so easy on you next time.” The rookie officer shouted out, causing you to stop walking.

You slowly turned back, “You should know better than to threaten me, Officer...” You glanced down at his badge, “Diaz.” You snarled. “Officers like you have gone missing for less.” You let him know, turning on your heel and heading towards Carlos’ car. The pair of you climbed in.

The rookie attempted to follow you, anger crossing his every feature but was held back by his partner. “Don’t.” He spoke.

“She just threatened an officer!” Diaz argued back.

“And legally, we can’t touch those kids.” The officer let him know.

“Who the hell are they anyway, Hernandez?” Diaz questioned.

“The boy? That’s Carlos Madrigal, he’s the grandson of one of the most powerful people this side of Colombia. The Madrigal’s are the most powerful family this side of the country.” Hernandez let the younger officer know.

“And the girl?” Diaz questioned.

“You don’t recognise her?” Hernandez asked, earning a shake of the head from Diaz, “That’s (Name) Fuentes. You might recognise the name. Her father is the biggest crime boss in all of Colombia.” Hernandez told him.

“Not Sergio Fuentes?” Diaz asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

Hernandez nodded, “Yeah, Sergio is her father. We can’t touch those kids, many officers have gone missing or turned up dead due to Sergio.”

“Why hasn’t he been arrested?” Diaz asked.

“Nobody’s ever been able to prove it was him. He never gets his hands dirty, but myself and every other officer this side of Colombia know that it was him. We’ve been off his radar for a while, since his wife’s death. We stay off his radar, he’ll stay off ours.” Hernandez explained, watching as the headlights from Carlos’ car disappeared from view. “Sergio Fuentes is a dangerous man, and let me tell you, his daughter is just as dangerous.”

Carlos parked the car back up in the town, a smile plastering across his lips as the pair of you climbed out. “I hope you’ve been treating my daughter tonight, young man.” You suddenly heard your fathers voice.

Carlos jumped slightly, turning to the older man, “I did, sir.” He mumbled.

“I mean, we spent most of our night in the back of a cop car, but it was fun.” You laughed.

“WHAT?!” Your father yelled, his anger making Carlos jump as he turned towards him.

“Dad! Dad!” You yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulders. Your father scared everybody in town. Everybody, that was, except you. The older man stared at you, his eyes softening slightly, “It’s fine, they let us go. Plus, it wasn’t Carlos’ fault, okay? Now, go home and think about your cholesterol.” You told him, smiling slightly.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Positive. Now go.” You told him. He nodded, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before sending a nod to Carlos and walking away.

You turned to Carlos, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk the street with him. “That was one of the best nights of my life.” You grinned, swinging your joined hands back and forth, “Watching the planes, getting arrested, messing with the cops…” You grinned.

“Falling in love in the back of a cop car.” Carlos mumbled, instantly stopping you in your tracks. Freezing.

Carlos was yanked back, almost dislocating his arm in the process as he turned to you, his eyes immediately widened as he saw the unreadable expression on your face and quickly realised what he’d said. You’d never once told each other you loved one another, in your five months of dating. “(Name), I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t… I’m not… I-” he stuttered along his words before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy.

He stumbled back slightly, quickly regaining his balance once again before wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m in love with you too.” You smiled into his neck, running your fingers through his curls as you did.

Carlos stared down at you, a smile making its way onto his features as he leaned forward and planted a chapped kiss to your lips, “You’re my forever girl, (Name).” He let you know pulling away.

You grinned, dragging him along the street as you did, “And just think, if I’m not, we’ll always have the cop car.”

Carlos stopped, yanking you back into him so that your body collided with his, kissing you roughly on the lips, his hands gripped your waist so tight that they were bound to leave bruises,

“Don’t ever say that again, not even as a joke.” He snarled.

- Hey, hi, hello! Welcome back to another one of my fics! I’m baaack baby! Anyways, I hope y’all have been well and I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I tried. I do have a little series coming out soon so if you’re interested, pls be on the lookout for that! Make sure to remember the drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

#camilosunshxne #encanto fic #bees fics #bee speaks #bees rambles #bees thoughts #bee rambles #carlos madrigal x you #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal #encanto #carlos madrigal fic #Spotify

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dareactions · 2 years ago

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hey if requests are open, could we get DA2 romances reacting to a red!Hawke trying their hardest to be soft for them and failing miserably at it? thank you!

you are speaking my language rn, god i haven't played a red hawke in SO long, this somehow ended up a mix headcanony and reactions but idc i like how i wrote it thx

Anders: He is trying to not laugh, he shouldn't laugh. But it's arguably too adorable and if he is expected to be composed then that is just honestly cruel. There is so much love in his heart as he looks at Hawke, their flustered behavior, and absolutely lousy words of soft comfort and he can't entirely figure out how to contain it. He presses cherished little kisses against their cheek, telling them that it's fine. He knows that Hawke shows love in the way they keep an eye on him in battle, listens to his concerns, and always have him within arms reach- the secretive little touches and just the way they look at him. Softness doesn't come naturally to them, and that's fine, he loves them all the same. But the effort is appreciated and well rewarded.

Fenris: He gets it, really. Fenris is many things but soft is not one of them, and as he stares at Hawke late at night he feels his chest seize up and for a split second wonders if maybe he is dying. But then he realizes that he is just staring at the person he loves and they're acting a fool because of him and well- that is just a little bit too much. He doesn't really understand why, they're not soft people either of them, they're sharp pointed edges and roughed up by the world around them yet Hawke is doing so much just to give Fenris a gentleness he's never quite known. He cherishes it all the more because of that.

Isabela: Oh she bursts out laughing, ignoring the expression that might be called a pout on Hawke's face. She gives quick kisses in succession as rewards and in an attempt to stop them from running away and keeps exclaiming 'that's adorable'. Isabela does eventually soften herself, into a more serious tone and mumbles that the attempt is appreciated but she loves how they show affection as it is. She does try to coax that horrible version of softness out more and more though, there is something about it that makes her feel all warm inside and she gains so much joy from watching Hawke try to form the words and figure out the actions. And maybe, just maybe, she's a bit overjoyed that they're trying so much for her.

Merrill: At first she has no clue what Hawke is on about, doe-eyed and confused staring at them as their mannerisms and words grow more flustered by the second. And then it clicks, and she lets out the tiniest little 'oh, Hawke', endearment in every letter said. And Merrill is all giddy in a second, leaning in closer and practically becoming the embodiment of adorable pestering. She will probably ask for it again, if its some soft little gesture of affection like pushing her hair out of her face or adjusting little pieces of armor- things still within Hawke's abilities but maybe still a tiny bit out of character with the PDA and gentleness in the touches. She is like a cat basking in the sunlight, a beam of sunlight that shines even brighter whenever Hawke fails oh-so-horribly at the little things. She loves them all the more for it.

Sebastian: At least he feels bad for laughing a bit, Hawke looking as much as a fish out of the water as is humanly possible. Sebastian does appreciate it, really, but by the maker, he has to wonder if they're in pain as they try to say things entirely out of the norm for them. He is the type to ask Hawke exactly what prompted this, and reassure that while he doesn't mind this whatsoever (it's cute, he adds in his head, absolutely adorable actually), they don't have to feel obligated. He fell in love with them for who they are, Hawke just needs to be...Hawke. That doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely lean into it, he is usually the one dishing the soft little touches and comments out so when he gets them its entirely something he over-indulges in from then on out.

#dragon age 2 #dragon age reacts #dragon age reactions #Sebastian vael #merrill #fenris #isabela #anders

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simpofhans · 10 days ago

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@princess-ibri Some lore ideas especially for you, as a diehard Disney fan and explorer of the universe <333

SO.... SINCE 2O22 WE HAVE THAT IDEA FOR A DISNEY TWIST ON PRINCESS AND THE PEA AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS SO.... I DECIDED TO EVENTUALLY, IF THE MOVIE WILL CAME OUT AND THE RUMORS WILL COME OUT TO BE TRUE, DESIGN MY OWN VERSION OF PENELOPE HERSELF AND THEORIZE WHAT WILL BE HER ROLE IN THE MOVIE AND OVERALL : HOW THE THEME OF BEING A PRINCESS WILL INCORPORATE THE PLOT????

Things we know :

That will be the movie directed by Jennifer Lee probably, or written by her, and it could be 2D according to the insiders, but I think 2D is dead now unfortunately, at least at Disney, so.... the movie will be 3D :CCCCC (and the fact that Jen directs it.... @frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers something for you as a Frozen fan and Jennifer Lee directed content!!! <333)

The movie was supposed to be released in 2023 and announced in 2022, but it was either fake, or scrapped in the favor of Wish :CCC

That was/is supposed to be a movie musical based on Princess and the Pea, and be the first Disney movie based on a fairytale since Frozen

That was announced first by the Skylar Schuler from DisInsider in summer 2022

So... we don't know much about the story, but we know as far as the direction goes to say - Jennifer Lee likes original stuff. And she reworks often known stories to show the diversity, feminism and the power of the underrated and underestimated people in the world, but as she said in the interview for The Guardian in 2023, only if they know the reception of the story will be good and... Disney has some tropes that they could incorporate into Penelope, and that agree with Jen doing representation and diversity in her latest projects (Wish, Frozen and Frozen II, three movies she directed and written) :

Quirky lead and her introvert/morally grey sister who hides who she is

Ambigious character who later became pure good (Flynn Rider, Kuzco, Maui, Namaari, Isabela Madrigal)

Character development

Family expectations of a character's family

Self-love (especially seen in Frozen and Frozen II)

So.... the theme of "The Princess and the Pea" is mainly.... what it means to be a princess? And what can you do to deserve a title of a princess? And considering Disney loves twists on classic stories, I think that, in the popularity of Flynn, Maui and Isabela, that are neither good, neither evil, at least at the beginning, we can say that....

DUM DUM DUM...

PENELOPE WILL BE THE FIRST AMBIGIOUS AND DRASTICALLY CHANGED (FOR BETTER!!!) DISNEY PRINCESS.

I doesn't count Meg from Hercules, because she is :

Unofficial Disney Princess

Love interest

But she counts too ^^

I also don't count Namaari, because she is considered an antagonist, and in the beginning of RATLD, rather not a part of the main cast.

So..... Penelope will be the first ambigious Disney Princess, but how it will affect the plot?

This is my take on it :

Penelope will be at first, typical spoiled Princess like in the think of the way some people think about the word "princess" - she will be snarky, awful, counting only on her money and beauty, even cold, but when something will happen, and she will lose anything that she was counting on, she must have embark on a journey of remorse and humbleness, to finally meet her happily ever after and discover what she really needs in life, not what she thought she needs.

I also think giving her a girlfriend, rather a boyfriend, would be a somekind controversial for the world, but that would also fight with stereotype of a Perfect Princess Penelope tries to be that hard, that she loses the sense of herself and what it means to be a Princess - for example, a cheerful and optimistic pirate (hehe, @pirate-of-the-southern-isles, this would be something for your aesthetic and fic ^^), who will change her world forever and she will show her the true meaning of life, not only what her parents wanted from her in her own life....

And here it's my art of Penelope, at least with her classic outfit from the beginning of the movie <3333 :

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sucksinlosers · 18 days ago

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More Emcanis stuff for @shinylayatha (if I say it enough I won't feel embarrassed about doing it for myself, too!) (Grouped these together because they made sense together in my head!)

How long does it take for them to officially get together? Did any of the other Lighthouse members have any suspicions beforehand?

A while. These are both people with emotional baggage up the whazoo, and they are both very… not good at dealing with them for their own, personal reasons.

I subscribe to the theory I've seen floating around here that Illario probably fucked with Lucanis a lot as they were growing up out of jealousy, and probably still does. Little jabs to make him insecure, get under his skin. “A kiss goodbye? How would you even know? Have you seen her, cousin? Woman like that, she's seen and heard it all. This is not like one of your little romance novels, Lucanis.”

Em, meanwhile, isn't used to attachments. There was no room to get attached when she was still enslaved, and, as a pirate, you don't stay in one place long enough to put your roots down. Dating someone in your crew makes them lose respect (If they see you with your legs spread and your ass in the air, right Isabela?), if they're not already trying to sleep with you just to get ahead or more easily stab you in the back.

That said, it'd be difficult for the team not to notice that something is up. Taash and Neve are among the first who have them figured out, maybe even before they do - before the near-kiss in the pantry, at any rate. Em and Lucanis just... kind of gravitate toward each other. At any rate, they dance around each other for the longest time. I don't think they consider themselves ‘together’ together until after the Prison of Regret, but by then the whole team has clocked that, yeah, these two are down bad for each other.

Who says "I love you" first? What is the other's reaction? Who thinks it first?

Em wants to say it, before Tearstone, but Lucanis doesn't let her. They're both on edge, both nervous about the mission in front of them, nervous about their feelings and how those complicate things. Em tries writing her feelings out instead, but that doesn't go very well, either, and… well. Tearstone.

They don't wind up saying the actual words until before the final battle in Minrathous, and Lucanis says it. It's not a shock to Em at this point - these idiots have gone through a lot, and I… I like the idea that their exchanges of “I have you, don't I?” “You do.” are kind of ‘I love you's for them anyway.

She does kiss him for good measure undoubtedly to the 'scandalized' amusement of Dorian and the Inquisitor close by, rests her forehead against his, and whispers it back against his lips. That's probably the first time they're this physically affectionate in public (discounting the hug they share when the Veilguard pulls Em out of the Fade).

Lucanis thinks it first, though. After the near-kiss, and then it's in a panic. But honestly, genuinely, after Inner Demons. Em has seen the worst parts of him, the things he fears most, and not only does she team up with Spite to help him, she takes his face in her hands and tells him it's okay. That she's not leaving. That this, all of this, is still a mess she wants to be in, because it's him.

#oc #writing #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #lucanis x rook #rookanis #emcanis #emeris laidir #laidir rook #prompts #part 2/???

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Hey, I had this crazy idea for post-canon Mama Isa and I wanted to share it, obviously I don't know how the rest of the Mama Isa story is gonna go so some parts are kinda vague

Isabela paced Casita's courtyard anxiously, waiting with Dolores for the (hopefully) good news. It had been many years now since Isabela had left the Encanto with her little family to start a new, better life, her and Dolores were now in their thirties, with Dolores already having two children of her own, in fact, her eldest's fifth birthday was coming soon, dios mio how time flies. But Isabela couldn't focus on that, all she could think about was Mirabel, her youngest daughter who was now in her mid-twenties, happily married to a man who treated her like a queen.... And was now in the process of giving birth.

Memories of the past few years flashed through Isabela's mind, she had become increasingly nervous once her kids began to reach the age where they started looking for romance, she trusted them to make smart decisions and promised herself she wouldn't keep them from marrying whoever they chose, but the motherly instinct of "if you break my baby's heart I will break your bones" never went away, and memories of their old family had not helped her concerns, Mirabel's husband, however, was nothing but a big sweetheart, he never missed an opportunity to show Mirabel how much he loved her, always complimented her on her sewing and other art projects, and supported her through all her endeavors, so Isabela happily welcomed him into the family. Now he and Mirabel were having their first child, Isabela was going to become an Abuela... And it terrified her.

"It's gonna be okay" Dolores reassured, "you're not gonna be like her" Dolores knew exactly what Isabela was thinking of, she was thinking of Alma, their old Abuela (though she had long since lost that title), Alma had been a horrible Abuela, from what Isabela can tell she had been an awful mother too, she cared more about the people of their village and what they thought than the needs and wants of her children and grandchildren, Isabela had done everything she could to be the exact opposite of Alma, but knowing she was about to gain the same familial title gave her an irrational fear. Isabela knew it was irrational, she wasn't going to suddenly turn into an awful person just because there was a new baby, but the idea of doing something wrong, of letting down or, God forbid, hurting her new grandbaby the same way she had been hurt, it scared her to no end.

"What if I say something wrong? What if I don't give them enough attention? What if I give them too much attention and I become a helicopter parent? Dios mio, what if they develop a POLLEN allergy and they think I'm making them sick on purpose!?" In her panic, Isabela had grabbed Dolores by the shoulders and started shaking her, "it's gonna be okay Isa", Dolores assured, "you're gonna be a great Abuela, just like you were a great mama, just breathe okay" Dolores guided Isabela through a couple of deep breaths, before letting out a squeak of surprise as she heard the tell-tale sign of a baby crying, "the baby's here" Dolores said, as soon as those words reached Isabela's ears, she made a mad dash for Mirabel's room, with Dolores following her.

Mirabel breathed a sigh of relief as her baby's cries rang through the room, the sound that announced the labor was over and her baby had been successfully delivered, "congratulations" the midwife said, cleaning off the newborn and swaddling them in a soft blanket, "your baby is perfectly healthy" "gracias" Mirabel's husband said, as he was handed his newborn baby, bending down so Mirabel could wrap her arms around the baby as well "mi amor, look" the baby had a mix of Mirabel and her husband's skin tone, but a small tuft of hair revealed they had inherited Mirabel's curly locks, the baby had yet to open their eyes. A rapid tap sounded on the door, no doubt Dolores had already begun spreading the news of the baby's arrival, "you can let them in" Mirabel said, and the midwife opened the door to allow Isabela and Dolores inside.

"How are you feeling?" Isabela asked, fidgeting with her fingers nervously, "I'm fine mama" Mirabel assured, "I'm just tired" Mirabel lifted her baby up from her chest towards Isabela, "do you wanna hold them?" Isabela froze for a moment, before a comforting squeeze on her shoulder from Dolores gave her the courage to accept the offer. Isabela carefully took the baby from Mirabel, holding them gently in her arms, the baby yawned as they snuggled up in Isabela's arms, getting comfortable in her embrace. Isabela smiled, the baby was so relaxed, they felt no fear or anxiety being held by her, the baby clearly felt safe in her arms, the baby trusted her to look out for them, and that immediate trust took away the remaining anxiety Isabela had, "hola bebe" Isabela said softly, "I'm your Abuela Isa".

Outside Mirabel's room, Isabela's door shimmered, and the name above her door changed to "Abuela Isabela"

I know this is a weird one, but the idea of Mama Isa's reaction to becoming an Abuela and comparing herself to her own Abuela was one that I just couldn't resist

Yo⁉️ THIS IS SO COOL RAHHHHH

Honestly. Love this idea, genuinely. Everything is right, like Isabela looks back and does pretty much to the opposite. She did her best as a mother (and did a great job), but being an abuela is just. Stressful to her. Not because she can’t handle it, but because she’s scared of how she’ll end up. She doesn’t wanna do anything wrong and end up like Alma.

Also her having all these questions. Like so real 😭 Shoutout to Dolores for helping her calm down though, cause that would’ve been a Greek tragedy waiting to happen 🌚 Also. Door, she’d definitely gonna be so excited, and then she’ll be breaking down in the corner and then she’ll be back to running around announcing she’d an abuela. Slay

I really gots to make them updated older designs, I just. Haven’t. Guess it never crossed my mind⁉️

Also, I know you didn’t ask but I gonna put this here for when I do time skips in the story (because there will def be time skips lmaooooo) uh. In this point in time??? And this is a guesstimate. Because Idek where the story is going either, it’s not planned like the others 💀 we’ll say, idk 9 or 10 years later than their canon ages, so that’s like. 14 or 15 from where the current story is now

Isabela is married to her husband, but has no kids yet (?). Dolores has 2, duh, but has another later on. Luisa has a husband, her wedding would’ve been a bit before this, but she has a kid later in the year, she just doesn’t know yet, (likely). Mirabel has a kid, obviously, and Camilo has a girlfriend and plans to propose later on, and Antonio. Has a crush on a certain girl <33 Bruno just. Tío Bruno, he’s not looking for a girl, not that he’s not interested, he just doesn’t wanna do allat, he’d rather focus on family.

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #mama Isa AU #mama Isabela AU

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yellowcry · 11 months ago

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[Garish au]

Asking Dolores seemed like a good choice to begin with. Maybe Isabela could get some information. Her cousin was aware of everything, far more than people tend to think of. However, as she spotted her cousin, the line was already closed. Mirabel stood nearby and, in a not really quiet voice, asked. "Have you heard anything strange yesterday?"

Isabela winced. Could Mirabel know what happened yesterday? It would be perfect. In a split second, she ran to Mirabel past their Tío Felix and real Dolores. "Hey, sis. I heard you were wondering about the cracks" Mirabel's eyes widened, she stepped back, looking away.

Just as Isabela was about to get through with her answers, a low-pitched voice announced that the table was out. Just great. Luisa surely loved breaking the perfect moments. Now she had to wait until the end of the dinner.

Isabela smirked at Dolores' loving eyes at the mention of Mariano. Her cousin was such a romantic. Not like Isabela could blame her, she hoped to marry some beautiful girl one day. Maybe she could blabber about plants to her? It would be perfect!

Catching up with Mirabel was easier than anything First of all she was short. And Isabela had vines on her side.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, getting out of the greenery that had surrounded her at the snap of a finger. "Isa, maybe you should do something else?" She paced faster, trying to get away to no avail.

"Hey, Mirabel, could you fix my blouse?"

The girl nodded, taking a packet from Osma's hands. This repeated several times.

Isabela groaned, her little sister was so annoying sometimes. "Just tell me what do you know? You asked Dolores about it."

Mirabel, who desperately tried to get away, just to be stopped by a wall of flowers in front of her muttered. "I just wanted to make sure…"

Isabela's eyes narrowed, she stepped closer. "What exactly, sis?"

Mirabel blinked, fixing her glasses. "I'm sure it's nothing. I just saw something. It was probably just my imagination." she didn't sound too convinced by her own nervous words.

"I'm sure it's fine," Isabela waved her hand. The cracks were worrying, but it didn't make her feel too bad. She just needed to know what happened.

Mirabel sighed, giving an awkward chuckle. "It's not like Casita would break."

"YES!" Isabela jumped in excitement, flowers sprouted on the ground around her. "I saw them too!" There was at least one person who knew that Casita was breaking yesterday.

"I- I don't get what you're talking about…" Mirabel gasped, stepping back in horror. Her face got paler in worry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything bad!"

Isabela froze at the last sentence. She didn't think about this possibility at all. If anything, Mirabel had nothing to do with the miracle. "Why would you think that I could blame you?" She lowered her gaze, staring in confusion.

The words left Mirabel's mouth before she could even proceed them. "Mama had left because of me."

She wasn't serious… Was she?

"Julieta had left because she's selfish irresponsible parent." Isabela scoffed, crossing her arms. Nobody said anything in a while.

"I really should get back to work.."

Isabel groaned. Why was it always about a job? "Today's an official day off after the ceremony."

"Well, I got to make up for the lack of a gift," Mirabel whispered, rechecking all the work that she had been given already. "Maybe somebody will say that I'm doing a good job then.."

Oh, poor child.

"I think you need a break," Isabela awkwardly patted her spine.

Mirabel shook her head. "I can get through it." She was about to go away, before looking to the sides all of a sudden. "I heard Abuela once." Isabela was startled, her eyes widened in surprise. "She said something about a vision with our Mama and Casita's destruction." Isabela froze for a good minute, trying to understand all this information. Vision? What had Tio Bruno seen? Probably not much, but still. "If you want to fund anything, our parents' room could be a good place to start."

#encanto #fanfic #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #garish au

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sapphim · 2 years ago

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just from the wiki banter page, varric referring to the other characters by his preferred nickname for them

Anders (Blondie - 14 hits)

Varric: Of course I am. We come to the surface with the skills our ancestors had, Blondie.

Varric: You could have just stopped me, Blondie.

Varric: Blondie, I don't mean to sound critical, but have you considered a new line of work?

Varric: Oh, cheer up, Blondie. You're making me cry just looking at you.

Varric: You feeling all right, Blondie? You're always in the mood for templar jokes.

Varric: If you could see it from this angle, Blondie, it'd be at least a close second on your priority list.

Varric: Come on, Blondie. You're strong enough to overcome this.

Varric: Hang in there, Blondie! We're going to get you out of this!

Varric: As it happens, I haven't said a word about you and Blondie. I'd look at that, uh, uncle of yours for this particular rumor.

Varric: Because I like trouble, and you think Hawke is cute. That wasn't a serious question, was it, Blondie?

Varric: This isn't so bad, Blondie. You could be losing more coin to the elf in a game of Wicked Grace.

Varric: Well, I'd probably say something like... "Then around the corner, we caught the sight of an entirely new type of darkspawn." You had to ask, Blondie.

Varric: Seriously, Blondie? No one ever invites you anywhere?

Varric: Blondie, I hate to say this, but I'm pretty sure we've been here before.

Varric: Hold on, Sunshine, I'm coming!

Aveline (N/A)

Bethany (Sunshine - 10 hits)

Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf. In case you missed that detail.

Varric: Sunshine, nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I've already got one of those.

Varric: So... Milady Sunshine, what's your first act as a noblewoman going to be?

Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.

Varric: Sunshine! What's wrong? Not feeling well?

Varric: Good to be out and about, Sunshine?

Varric: You're not looking so sunny, Sunshine.

Varric: What's the matter, Sunshine? Thought you'd be enjoying the whole "fancy Orlesian estate" thing more.

Varric: There's my Sunshine. Let's go!

Carver (Junior - 7 hits)

Varric: Hang on, Junior, help's on the way!

Varric: You know, Junior, it's eerie how much of a resemblance there is between you two.

Varric: You know, Junior, you're looking at this all wrong.

Varric: What's the matter Junior? Three assassination attempts! You're the centre of attention! I thought you'd be happier.

Varric: You've been away too long, Junior.

Varric: It's not that hard, Junior. He's my brother.

Varric: (laughs) Fair comment, Junior. All right, let's get this done.

Fenris (elf, I swear to god, it's elf - 12 hits)

Varric: The tame elf is down!

Varric: Oh-ho! The broody elf tells a joke!

Varric: So where's your beard, elf?

Varric: So, elf. That thing you do with your hand...

Varric: You really ought to take that offer, elf. It would keep the Coterie off your back pretty much permanently.

Varric: You know you still owe me five sovereigns, elf.

Varric: Every little bit helps, elf.

Varric: I haven't told anyone about you and that, uh, angsty Tevinter elf. Try looking closer to home for that intelligence leak.

Varric: This isn't so bad, Blondie. You could be losing more coin to the elf in a game of Wicked Grace.

Varric: You, elf, are one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

Varric: So, elf, what's this I've been hearing about you and the Rivaini?

Varric: Dwarves don't do prisons, elf. This is a trash heap. They threw something away here and hoped it wouldn't come back.

Isabela (Rivaini - 13 hits)

Varric: Don't die on me, Rivaini, you still owe me a pint!

Varric: I shit you not, Rivaini, it was this big.

Varric: Rivaini, stop looking at my chest. My eyes are up here.

Varric: You know, Rivaini, you promised me you'd tell me how your ship wrecked.

Varric: You have got to tell me what was in that box, Rivaini.

Varric: I like the way you think, Rivaini, but one doesn't just ask to be made a Paragon.

Varric: Keep dreaming, Rivaini.

Varric: No fun in calling her Rivaini if she's not here to be annoyed by it.

Varric: I'm not spreading any tales about you and the Rivaini. Although she asks me every other week to start some.

Varric: So, elf, what's this I've been hearing about you and the Rivaini?

Varric: That's true. Rivaini.

Varric: Our little Hawke is growing up, Rivaini.

Varric: Or we've been through the same twenty feet of this place about a dozen times. It's hard to tell, Rivaini.

Merrill (Daisy - 23 hits)

Varric: Blast it! Daisy got herself knocked out!

Varric: So, Hawke and Daisy.

Varric: That's because you spend too much time frolicking in the woods, Daisy. Dwarves don't frolic.

Varric: Bring it next time, Daisy. Just in case.

Varric: Daisy, for my sake, please quit cutting through the alleys in Lowtown alone at night.

Varric: So, I hear you've been visiting the viscount's garden, Daisy.

Varric: I'll tell her you said so, Daisy.

Varric: (Snorts) I have family like a rat has fleas, Daisy.

Varric: Don't worry Daisy, the chantry keeps a lot of water on hand.

Varric: Keep it, Daisy.

Varric: There's a story behind everything, Daisy.

Varric: That was the idea, Daisy.

Varric: No offense Daisy, but I could live without telling anyone that we murdered you on some mountain side, it's little hard to made that one sound good.

Varric: I fought my own brother, Daisy. Nobody said this was going to be happy story.

Varric: Which story, Daisy?

Varric: You have to stick with us if you want to find out how it turns out, Daisy.

Varric: I haven't breathed a word to anyone about you and Daisy. Maybe you better have a talk with uh, uncle greasy?

Varric: Daisy, haven't you heard? Swooping is bad.

Varric: Daisy, everyone is fair game for my stories.

Varric: Daisy, I could never make that stuff up. Nobody would believe it.

Varric: I wish I hadn't given that ball of twine to Daisy.

Varric: We're not that kind of merchant, Daisy.

Varric: Right now? I don't think we have time, Daisy.

Sebastian (Choir Boy - 6 hits)

Varric: So, Choir Boy, this usurper of yours is... twenty feet tall?

Varric: Tell us about Starkhaven, Choir Boy. I'm sure we're all burning with curiosity about your far-away land.

Varric: You know, Choir Boy, I wouldn't normally say this, but—the shiny white armor? It works for you.

Varric: Choir boy! What are you doing?

Varric: Choir Boy, suddenly your life makes much more sense to me.

Varric: That depends entirely on the audience, Choir Boy.

Tallis (Shivs - 1 hit)

Varric: All right, Shivs, I'll admit it: I'm surprised the Qunari employ thieves. They never struck me as the subtle type.

Tallis: That's because you've only met the antaam. Armies aren't usually celebrated for their sneakiness. Also, "Shivs?"

Varric: Yes, "Shivs." So, how does stealing valuables from a pompous Orlesian noble fit in with your Qun?

Related nickname banter #1

Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini... What am I?

Varric: Beg your pardon?

Aveline: You don't call anyone by name except for me. Where's my nickname?

Varric: That's not true. There's Hawke. And Bianca.

Aveline: "Hawke" is a family name and Bianca is a crossbow. Don't change the subject.

Varric: Haven't thought of a good one yet. What do you think of "Red?"

Aveline: Too common.

Varric: Well, when you think of one, let me know.

Related nickname banter #2

Isabela: You've a nickname for everyone.

Varric: That's true. Rivaini.

Isabela: But everyone just calls you Varric. That's hardly fair.

Varric: Well, it's my story.

Isabela: What?

Varric: Nothing.

Related nickname banter #3

Hawke: Varric.

Varric: You called?

Hawke: I notice you don't have a nickname for me.

Varric: I call you Hawke. You've probably heard it once or twice.

Hawke: But that's my name. It's not like Daisy or Blondie.

Varric: All right, Waffles. You really want a nickname, I can hook you up.

Hawke: Waffles? That's... unexpected.

Varric: Sure, Chuckles. You want a nickname, I'll be happy to fix you up.

Hawke: Chuckles? That works.

Varric: If you really want a nickname, I can oblige. I'm thinking about going with Killer.

Hawke: How creative.

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the-sisters-madrigal · 1 year ago

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t it's not even that noticeable, just maybe a handshake that lasts a touch too long or someone standing a couple inches too close, and so it's not anything major, and if course in that situation she'd probably want to believe that it doesn't mean anything, so she keeps her mouth shut and- okay yeah I've thought about this. Sorry for rambling, I just... *gestures vaguely* This story of thing is... an element that interests me, you know? argh that still sounds weird!

A/N: Don't worry! You don't sound weird at all! I just finished this request finally, and I'm sorry that it took me so long to do it! Life's been crazy and inspiration has hopped from fandom to fandom 🥴

I hope you enjoy this one! I really enjoyed writing it! 💖💖💖

Word Count: 4.7k+

The last thing Isabela had really been planning to do today was quite literally run into someone.

But she had been in a hurry that morning. Pepa had been less than perfectly agreeable, and Abuela had said that someone needed to fetch her some chocolate or some sort of comfort food to help calm her. Since Luisa had gone into town to do chores already and Mirabel had been preoccupied doing something with their mother, Isabela had offered to do it.

Which brought her to where she was now.

“Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” Isabela apologized despite the fact she was feeling some amount of irritation at the man for not looking where he was going. She had her hands full with chocolate and had been looking inside of the bag to make sure she had gotten everything she needed, so she could not exactly be held responsible for looking out for foot traffic.

“Oh, no, Señorita, I apologize for bumping into you,” he returned the apology as he bent down to help her pick up her bag. She took it from him, aiming to start back toward Casita since the confrontation was over and conflict was successfully avoided. However, he stopped her.

“Hola, I’m Julio. I’m new in town,” he introduced. Isabela blinked but smiled nevertheless, extending her hand to meet his and shake it kindly.

“Hola, I’m—”

“No need to introduce yourself. I know who you are,” he interrupted, his eyes half-lidded and a smirk underneath his mustache as he eyed her.

“Oh, yes, I guess you probably would. My family has a reputation around here,” Isabela conceded, unable to help the slight discomfort as she realized he still had not released her hand. She was stricken with the sudden desire to rip her hand away, but she pushed that down, figuring he would release her in a few moments.

“No, I heard about you upon your own merit. Your beauty is beyond breathtaking, and those vines,” he practically purred, his voice lowering as he seemed to move onto a completely different train of thought.

Isabela laughed somewhat uncomfortably as she finally decided to gingerly pull her hand back under the guise of brushing a hand through her hair. She was not sure what to make of him, but he was leaving her less than perfectly at ease.

“Thank you, but trust me, my family is full of breathtaking people that are much better than me. They’re amazingly talented,” Isabela tried to redirect him on a different track that was nothing to do with she herself.

However, he still seemed to be staring at her with far too much interest. Isabela could not help but notice how his gaze kept dipping down just a little too far for her liking.

Isabela swallowed, infinitely thankful that she was not wearing a lower-cut dress.

“Do you think you could possibly show me some of those vines?” he asked, trying to pull off something that he must have thought was suave.

Isabela instantly saw the slightly darker and lustful glint in his eyes and she instantly knew that he definitely had some sort of an obsession with the vines in a manner that definitely was outside of what was acceptable. Isabela laughed once more, not sure what in the world else to do.

Thankfully, before she had to answer that question, she heard a familiar voice speak up behind her.

“Hey, sis, this guy bothering you?” Luisa asked, that strong yet gentle voice speaking up steadfastly behind her. Isabela did not think that she had ever been so thankful in her life to hear Luisa.

He instantly backed away a little, seemingly taking in the sheer size of Luisa and deciding that he was not even going to try to speak to Isabela with her around.

“Oh, no, I was just introducing myself,” he assured Luisa, and Isabela could feel Luisa’s arm brush softly against her own as she towered behind her and over the both of them.

“Yes, um… He was just… introducing himself,” Isabela confessed, trailing off a little as she looked at him and decided to go along with his statement for the sake of simplicity. After all, she might have just been looking into all of this too much and she could be overreacting.

She glanced up at Luisa as she spoke, and she noticed Luisa’s slightly narrowed eyes and furrowed brow. Ultimately, if one did not know she was one of the most softspoken, tender-hearted people in the Encanto, one would assume that she might be in the mood to pummel someone.

“Well, it was good meeting you. I must be going, but hopefully we will meet again,” he spoke, managing to gain enough confidence to speak to her again since Luisa had not really spoken or tried to threaten him as he had apparently been afraid she would.

As he was hurrying away, Luisa’s hand softly squeezed Isabela’s shoulder.

“I saw he was making you uncomfortable. I could hear you fake-laughing all the way through the alley,” Luisa told her, and Isabela did not say anything, just watching him leave as she remained terribly perplexed about the entire situation.

Despite the fact that Isabela was more outspoken about her feelings nowadays, she still tried to be as kind to the villagers as she could despite it all. Old habits die hard, and even when people like this guy bothered her and were almost creepy, she still knew better than to actually act outrightly against them.

Granted, if such things were to do with her two younger sisters, she would have no qualms about tearing in vines-first and hanging the harasser by their toe, but given the fact that it was she herself, she pushed those urges aside in favor of being the level-headed Isabela that everyone in town knew.

But she still was just not entirely sure if she was being paranoid or not. She did not want to falsely accuse someone, after all. Even if they did seem shady at best.

“You okay?”

Isabela was quickly drawn from her thoughts, and she snapped out of it quickly, turning her attention to Luisa more fully as she shook her head.

“Yeah— yes. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Lu,” Isabela assured her, a gentleness in her tone as she addressed her. Luisa still looked a little concerned, but before she could speak, someone from the other side of the street started to call her over for her help. Luisa looked in their direction before swiftly turning back to glance at Isabela.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now go get to work. Your público awaits,” Isabela shooed her away, making a slight joke. She earned a small huff out of her younger sister, but Luisa still looked at her skeptically as she finally walked away. Isabela waved to her, sending her off.

As soon as Luisa was preoccupied, Isabela let out a soft sigh. She looked around the area surrounding her, trying to make sure the guy was not around before she started to head in a different direction than she had seen him go.

Maybe that was the last she would see of him or at least the last that she would have to handle his creepy ways.

If only she knew…

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Throughout the week, she swiftly started to notice that the guy seemed to be following her. He was mysteriously popping up everywhere throughout town, and it was always in places that Isabela had to be.

Isabela had grown quite uncomfortable, but so far, she had done a mostly good job of steering a wide berth around him, and if all else failed, she would take time to see Luisa when she spotted her working in order to deter him from coming to actually speak to her or try anything else. Luisa seemed to be the only thing keeping him at bay when it came to her.

It was evident that he must have simply viewed Luisa for her outward appearance, because if he had observed her as he had been watching Isabela, he would have quickly figured out that Luisa was not too threatening despite her size and strength. Nevertheless, Isabela was definitely not complaining.

However, as wonderful of a buffer as Luisa had been, the unfortunate part was that just when Isabela needed her most, Luisa happened to be on the opposite side of town.

“So we meet again,” he pointed out, and Isabela forced a smile on her face as she turned to face him.

Despite the fact that she was being nice, she did not put a ton of effort into trying to look overly friendly as she had at their last meeting. She was really getting tired of seeing his face around town everywhere she went and some part of her was hoping that perhaps a slight lack of enthusiasm would diminish a bit of this weirdness he had about her.

It was not that Isabela could not stand up for herself, but she did not want to cause trouble when it was really more of a her-problem. This did not exactly directly affect anyone else and as long as he kept his hands to himself, she figured that she should handle it calmly and without too much fuss.

“Yes. I suppose we do,” Isabela agreed somewhat awkwardly, wishing that Luisa would show up again since she was the only person that even knew of this guy’s existence.

Granted, Luisa did not know the extent to which this guy was being creepy, but she had seen him the other day when Isabela had spoken to him. So, ultimately, she was aware enough of his ways to come and interfere if she saw him speaking to Isabela again.

“And let me say, I’ve noticed how incredibly good you are with the kids here. You actually seem to spend more time with the kids than the townspeople.”

“Well, kids are the ones that want flowers most often, so I do what’s needed.”

“I bet you do…”

“What do you say we go for a little walk? Maybe you could show me a little of that special gift of yours,” he told her, drawing nearer as he grew uncomfortably close. His voice had dropped a few octaves, and his eyes were filled with a certain desirous determination.

Isabela stiffened, freezing up just a bit as she wracked her brain for a polite response and some manner of an excuse.

However, she was soon saved by the bell not for the first time that week.

“Hiya, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Mirabel, Isabela’s youngest sister,” Mirabel’s voice suddenly piped up as she poked her head around Isabela’s arm, her eyes locked on the guy before Isabela that had gotten just a bit too close.

He backed up a little, looking at her in surprise, and Mirabel moved so that she was standing next to Isabela.

“Hola… Umm, me and your hermana were just talking, so,” he tried to tell Mirabel, not so subtly cuing her to leave them alone.

Isabela was honestly not worried about that happening, though. She could read the stubbornness and determination in Mirabel’s stance as she stood next to her, and she knew that Mirabel must have understood enough about the situation to recognize the need for interference that Isabela could not do herself.

“Oh, you guys were talking? That’s so cool, because I love talking. Talking’s my favorite. By the way, what’s your name?” Mirabel kept talking in a constant ramble as she came closer to him, moving more so that she was in front of Isabela.

Isabela almost laughed at the look on the creep’s face as Mirabel just plowed right through, hardly giving him a chance to reply with his name before continuing on.

“Julio… That’s crazy. Our mom’s name is Julieta, so that’s crazy. It’s almost the exact same but like a girl and guy version,” Mirabel stated, moving nearer. He instantly started stepping back to move away from her a little.

“So are you like an uncle we didn’t hear of? We had an uncle that disappeared for years. His name’s Bruno. You might have seen him around town. Always has a rat on his shoulder?” Mirabel asked, gesturing to her shoulder for emphasis, and the man shook his head, not knowing how to respond as he looked longingly at Isabela.

“I’m afraid I haven’t—”

“Oh, that’s fine. Bruno’s the best, though, so you should totally meet him. Hey, you should meet the whole family. Our aunt’s awesome, but she has a tendency to start literal tornadoes and stuff when she’s stressed or mad, but don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll love you,” Mirabel continued to babble on, and he instantly looked nervous as he continued backing away and Mirabel kept following him as she moved closer and kept up her ongoing conversation.

Isabela was about to laugh, but she did her best not to because she did not want to give him any encouragement to stay. However, after Mirabel had successfully talked his ears off within the first three minutes of knowing him, he probably would not stay even if Isabela would have asked him to.

“Oh, no, that’s quite alright. I’ve got to be going anyways—”

“So soon?!”

“Yes, yes, I’m very busy—”

“Well, hey, I get that. Don’t be a stranger! Feel free to come and visit and see our whole family. They might be capable of creating tornadoes, shapeshifting, hearing everything, and crushing boulders, but they’re really a super sweet bunch!” Mirabel assured him as he turned and left the scene quickly.

Mirabel waved to him excitedly.

“See you around, amigo!” she called.

Once he was out of the line of sight, she turned back toward Isabela with self-satisfaction written in her features, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Isabela allowed herself a laugh, and Mirabel puffed up a little more, pride evident in her every move despite the glint in her eye that indicated her suspiciousness.

“You are aware that you did actually get a gift, right?” Isabela questioned with a grin, trying to throw Mirabel a little off of her track.

Mirabel instantly looked at her in complete confusion, her smile fading away as she stared at Isabela and tried to figure out what she was talking about.

“What?”

“You’ve got the gift of gab,” Isabela replied, and Mirabel instantly narrowed her eyes playfully at her, scoffing.

“You’re hilarious,” Mirabel sarcastically shot back. Isabela allowed herself a bit of a hair flip.

“I know,” Isabela tried to remain upbeat, confident, and playful as she generally was with Mirabel these days.

After all, she knew Mirabel was a tad more stubborn than Luisa was, so if she actually acted like something was wrong, Mirabel would push to find out what was really going on and Isabela would have to admit that this guy had been bothering her.

At this point, she was a little embarrassed to let anyone know that she had let this go on for so long. She also did not really want Mirabel or Luisa to go to any trouble on her behalf. She was the oldest sister, and she should be able to take care of herself.

More than that, though, after all the trouble she had put her two younger sisters through, she did not want them to have to protect her from this. It was her job to do that for them now since she had most of Mirabel and Luisa’s life to make up for.

“What’s up with the guy?” Mirabel asked, as shrewd and quick on the uptake as ever. Isabela just shrugged a little.

“I don’t know. He’s new around, and I think he’s just a little smitten with our family and the gifts,” Isabela replied simply, trying her best to muster nonchalance.

It was not entirely a lie. He was smitten with the family and the gifts. It just happened to be that it was not so much the rest of the family and that it was mostly her being the primary object of that obsession.

Mirabel did not seem to be entirely buying it, and Isabela efforted to keep her face as calm as it would be normally. She knew that if she forced a smile or any sort of extreme emotion, Mirabel would somehow know it was fake and resolve to get to the bottom of it all.

“He really seemed to like you,” Mirabel pointed out astutely, and Isabela shrugged.

“It’s probably just a crush. Who knows?” Isabela tried to play it off, and Mirabel looked at her for a long moment.

Feeling the pressure of her youngest sister’s insistent gaze, Isabela let out a soft breath, looking around as she desperately tried to spot any sort of a distraction.

She soon spotted a group of little girls that she had promised to grow flowers for so that they could put them in their hair, and she felt relief wash over her. She looked back at Mirabel, offering her as genuine of a smile as she could manage.

“I almost forgot. I’ve got to go over here and grow these girls some flowers. I’ll see you later, mariposa,” Isabela told her, quickly excusing herself as she escaped the situation.

She honestly half-expected Mirabel to follow her, but to her surprise, she did not. Isabela took in a deep breath as she approached the kids, mustering a smile on her face.

It was probably just a crush like she told Mirabel. He would surely be over it by the end of this week.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

As it turned out, he was definitely not over it by the end of the week.

It was during the afternoon when it all came to a head. She had made the decision to duck into an alleyway to try to escape the guy’s view and head home. She was doing her best to avoid confrontation because the last thing she wanted was to make a scene in front of the other townspeople.

Isabela was a lot different now than she had been before the fall of Casita, and the townspeople now had mixed feelings about her current identity. She did not want them to see her fighting a man and solidify the negative opinions of her and, by extension, of the family.

“You’re an elusive one, aren’t you?” his voice piped up, and Isabela instantly realized that he was behind her.

It was also about that time that she realized the gate at the end of the alleyway was shut and locked.

She had successfully trapped herself in an alleyway with this guy.

She swallowed, readying herself to fight in any way she had to in order to escape this situation. At this point, it did not matter so much what the townspeople thought. She wanted to avoid a fight if she could, but she was not above doing what she absolutely had to.

“Listen, you have been following me and watching me all week, and it’s honestly starting to get insanely creepy, so can you please stop?” Isabela told him, her voice firm as she lost all pretenses of niceties.

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Wow… You have a fiery side. I like it. Of course, I knew that you could not always be pure grace in every moment,” he stated as he came closer. Isabela straightened a little, preparing herself as the nerves balled up inside of her.

“Just let me pass by. I’ve got to go home,” Isabela informed him firmly, starting to try to move around him. He held out an arm, blocking her path, and she backed up, trying to keep him from putting his hands on her.

“Going so soon? We have hardly had a chance to talk this week, and I would love to get to know you better,” he stated, moving increasingly nearer.

“I’m sorry to say the feeling’s not mutual. Now. Move out of my way,” Isabela warned, growing increasingly agitated as she looked at him.

“Or?” he questioned, almost looking amused.

Isabela narrowed her eyes, having about all that she could stand of this man and his frustrating ways. Vines grew near her, launching upward as they prepared to string him up by his legs and move him out of her way.

However, taking her off-guard, he suddenly smirked.

“Oh, yeah, show me what exactly those vines can do,” he flirtatiously encouraged, and she instantly stopped, the vines disappearing as she drew back in utter disgust.

She could hardly even bring herself to put her vines near him after his disgusting, twisted obsession with them. It felt like she was being violated despite the vines not actually being something necessarily attached to her in the way of a body part.

He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out for her, and panic was controlling her every thought as she almost froze, never having encountered anything like this before. She had been fawned over throughout her life, but not to the point that someone was trying to assault her or lay their hands on her.

However, before she could fully comprehend what was happening, he suddenly was lifted into the air. He let out a startled yelp, and Isabela’s eyes widened as she took in the sight before her.

To Isabela’s absolute surprise, it was Luisa.

She had grabbed the man and was holding him upside down by his leg. She lifted him up so that he met her eyes and while she did not seem like she was going to necessarily do him any harm, she did have a resolved look in her eyes that was not quite characteristic of her.

Luisa lowered him down to Mirabel’s eye level, and she looked him right in the eyes with a fierceness that strangely stirred some sense of pride within her.

“If I see you bothering my sister again, I will have Luisa here crush you like a grape,” Mirabel warned, dead seriousness in her voice.

While Isabela knew that Luisa would never do that, he did not seem to be aware of that at all as he gaped at her with comically wide eyes. Luisa even seemed to be a bit shocked at Mirabel’s words, and she almost seemed as if she were considering saying something to lessen the severity of the statement when Mirabel interrupted once more.

“And if she doesn’t do the job, I can personally guarantee that I and the rest of our family will make your life absolute and complete torture,” Mirabel promised, and he seemed to believe her completely as he stared at her with utter horror.

“Are we clear on what you’re going to do?”

“Si, si, I will not speak to her again,” he promised, his voice shaking and quick as Mirabel made her threats. Mirabel looked at him for a long moment before nodding to Luisa.

“Let him go,” Mirabel nodded her head, and Luisa dropped him down a little further before letting go of him and allowing him to fall onto the ground.

“See you later, amigo,” Mirabel told him, her voice completely dead and devoid of emotion as he scurried off and away.

As soon as he was gone, Mirabel looked at Isabela carefully, her gaze shifting quickly as she inspected her. Luisa stepped closer as well, her soft eyes offering Isabela a onceover.

Isabela flashed her a gentle glance, assuring her she was okay. Catching the expression, Mirabel seemed satisfied with her search, and she then looked terribly unhappy.

“Have you lost your mind?! Isa, Luisa asked you if this guy was bothering you several days ago, and I checked on you, too, and you still didn’t say anything!” Mirabel instantly launched into fussing, and Isabela chose to ignore her complaints for the moment, directing her attentions to Luisa.

“How did you guys know I needed help?” Isabela asked, and Mirabel instantly looked less than impressed at Isabela’s obvious redirection. Luisa looked at her somewhat worriedly and sadly.

“Dolores heard you and told us,” Luisa softly answered, her voice quiet. Isabela could read the pleading in her gaze as she glanced between the youngest and oldest sisters, and Isabela instantly felt a pang of guilt.

“Now that that’s out of the way, why didn’t you say anything?!!!” Mirabel demanded not giving Isabela any more room to fight her. Isabela sighed deeply, looking down as she resigned herself to admitting the truth.

“Look, I had it under control, but—”

“You call almost being assaulted under control?!” Mirabel stopped her, not giving her time to speak.

“Listen,” Isabela insistently interrupted, her gaze meeting Mirabel’s in a soft warning as she tried to get the youngest to pay attention. Mirabel just let out a breath, but she quieted, seemingly waiting for Isabela to offer her own explanation for everything.

Isabela looked down at the ground before meeting her little sisters’ eyes.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys with this. I’m used to people bothering me or talking to me all the time, and while he was a little creepy, I thought I might be overreacting. It just sort of slowly got more and more weird and then he cornered me here,” Isabela explained, pausing for a moment as she thought it all over.

“And then I guess I figured out he was definitely a creep,” Isabela breathed, and Luisa and Mirabel just stared at her blankly for a moment. Luisa was the first to speak, albeit a short reply.

“Isa,” Luisa trailed off, sounding almost anguished as she eyed Isabela gently.

“If you would’ve told us, we could’ve helped you,” Mirabel expressed, her voice somewhat pained.

Isabela shook her head insistently.

“You two are my baby sisters. You’re not supposed to save me from everything,” Isabela told them.

“But we’re here for you,” Mirabel argued.

“Just like you’re here for us,” Luisa chimed in, those painfully soft mocha browns boring into Isabela’s own darker ones.

“But for most of our lives, I wasn’t there for either of you while both of you would have been there for me. I need to make up for lost time, and neither of you should have to help me. I’m here for you now.”

“Just because we’ve always been there for you even in the times that you weren’t for us doesn’t mean that we’re going to just abandon you,” Mirabel told her, and Isabela could not help the slight sting at the words despite the fact that they were true. Something about them being actually said out loud by Mirabel made her feel even more guilty than usual.

“We don’t have to take turns on who is there for who,” Mirabel added to her previous statement. Luisa nodded.

“We should all be there for each other always,” Luisa expressed, and Isabela looked at her carefully, her heart softening at the sight of her.

“And sometimes one of us is going to need more than the other two. And that’s okay, Isa. Just like you’ll be there for us, we just want to be there when you need us,” Mirabel reassured her, nothing but love in her words.

Isabela swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat that she was desperately trying to fight as she looked at her younger sisters. Her amazing, incredible, sweet, generous, forgiving younger sisters that she definitely would never deserve in this lifetime.

Isabela stepped closer, pulling Mirabel into a tight hug with one arm as she reached for Luisa and grabbed at her waist to pull her closer. Mirabel was quick to hug her firmly in return with one arm around Luisa as well, and Luisa stepped closer, one large arm wrapping around Isabela’s body and touching Mirabel’s arm while the other wrapped around Mirabel’s body.

“Gracias. Muchísimas gracias,” Isabela murmured.

“De nada, but we love you,” Mirabel stated, the words serving as a simple explanation and a rebuttal to why Isabela should not have to express her gratitude. Isabela nodded against them, her forehead pressed somewhere against Luisa’s stomach at this point.

“I know. That’s part of the reason for the thank you,” Isabela whispered, not trusting her voice right now.

Luisa’s arm tightened around her, and Mirabel’s swiftly followed suit.

“You don’t ever have to thank us for that.”

“We’ll always love you and be there for you, hermana.”

Isabela did not know how she had gotten so lucky, but she won the jackpot when it came to amazing siblings.

She had the best sisters in the world.

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stole this from an ask game because i have no respect for people and i don't think anyone cares about my opinion on characters. so meow. i'm just answering it myself idgaf

i'm gonna be talking about my babygirl (DA2 not awakening) cus hes on my mind frequently.

1. why do you like or dislike this character?

his transgenderism captivates me. and also the terrorism/treason

2. favorite canon thing about this character?

his everything. i literally think about him daily

3. least favorite canon thing about this character?

his hatred towards elves especially fenris. i like his asshole attitude until it comes to literal slaves but i don't even think bioware like, knows what slavery ACTUALLY is so. lol.

also i love bisexuals more than anything (bisexuals are the sexiest people aliveeee) but also the fact that he "is" bisexual even though he really. shouldn't have been. his interactions with female hawke are so insanely lackluster it hurts, but his interactions with male hawke are more than faggoty to the point real human people were mad about him being a faggot to them

4. if you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

nothing <3 i don't think about crossovers because i do not really care for them

5. what's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

i don't do music associations for anyone but IRL people and my kins so i do not have a single one.

6. what's something you have in common with this character?

we are both gay transgender terrorists

7. what's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

almost nothing. they make his stupid gay ass UGLY and also i hate dragon age fans (i am not joking)

8. what's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

when they bitch about him because hes an asshole or they make him super buff and cis and ugly. and they also like to pair him with fenris because le tensions or whatever, but i am literally begging people to use their fucking brains about that. (they won't)

9. could you be roommates with this character?

no. he would kill himself

10. could you be best friends with this character?

no. i would kill myself

11. would you date this character?

PLEASE ANDERS PLEASE CALL ME BACK PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE I NEED YOU SO FUCKING BAD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

his transgender cock is huge

13. what's an emoji, an emoticon, and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or that you think this character would use a lot?

i think this question is stupid but, without a single doubt in my mind: 😼

14. assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

miniskirts and crop tops. and shorts that show his ass. and a g string. and

15. what's your favorite ship for this character? (doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

just anders/hawke (either gender for hawke but M hawke is what i imagine), i don't really think about the companions dating outside of the pre-existing relationships (like iron bull/dorian). but i don't really think DA2 has many good options for him anyways, so unless he's making out with some random fucking NPC that only says "i'm so hungry and it's so dirty down here" i don't think he's getting anything

16. what's your least favorite ship for this character?

fenris/anders. i already said my reasons.

17. what's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite.

i like, almost never see any other ship honestly. i guess i did see a threesome fic that i liked with isabela, but they weren't a thruple they were just fucking lol

18. how about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

i think this question is worded so strangely. but i think a lot about justice and anders relationship a lot, and honestly karl and anders relationship too. i just lay here and go , man .

19. how about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

need i say it again. also, him and aveline should just relax a bit more tbhtbh

20. which other character is the ideal best friend for this character? the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter.

honestly i still think DA2 anders should be best friends with oghren. not that he WOULD be, but that he should be

21. if you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? what's something you don't like?

i literally only write porn fics of DA characters. (i have not shared them anywhere because they are old ass WIPs from like, ages ago.)

buuuut i don't like making him blond and i like melding his awakening personality and DA2 personality together because it's just what makes the most sense to me.

22. if you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? what's something you don't like?

pretty much same as above, and also the whole cis thing. i really cannot believe people don't see him as a nasty tranny

23. favorite picture of this character?

his concept art.

24. what's another character from a different fandom that reminds you of them?

uhhhh. probably nobody right now.

i haven't played BG3 but i've HEARD (from fandom spaces) that gale is pretty similar to anders in a few different ways. but i've also heard (from friends who know nothing about DA) that they don't think i would like gale, so.....truly who is to say unless someone wants to buy me a $59.99 (+$4.50 in state tax) game so i can learn more

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

when i went into DA2 i was about 15 and had only ever seen fenris/hawke and that was what i wanted. until i saw anders. and then it completely derailed my course and i went fucking crazy for him. and now i cant NOT date him

#dook dook #someone needs to tell me to shut up but i wont listen #i have strong opinions about fandom because i do not like fandom. especially in 2024 where everyone is 5x the amount of annoying #and i am a fucking hater #but yeah im still gonna tag this anyways. FUCK BITCHES #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #da anders #dragon age anders #da2 anders #dragon age 2 anders #um. whatever #its a big block of text so its your fault if you open it

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