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hello :D! i'm curious that with the quagmires being your favorite characters, do you have headcanons for them, pre and/or post canon?

Hiya! :) I have SO MANY hcs about them so thanks for asking!!!! :D

Pre-canon relationship dynamic:

Quigley was closer to Isadora than to Duncan before the fire although he still was really close to Duncan too. I mainly think this bc in ‘The Slippery Slope’ Quigley mentioned Isadora on her own a few times, even quoting a couplet she wrote, whereas he only mentioned Duncan when talking about both of his siblings.

In order of most to least mischievous growing up I feel like it’d go Quigley, then Isadora and lastly Duncan.

Games/How the triplets would play when they were young:

Duncan: Would grab any random object of *aproximately* the right size (could be one of his mother’s shoes or it could be a spatula) and pretend it was a microphone. He’d follow people around “reporting” (more so narrating,really) what they were doing. This would REALLY annoy Isadora bc the worst thing when having writer’s block would be to have someone right beside you describing how you “stare blankly at a page in anguish. No inspiration detected for at least another treacherous week”.

Quigley: Strikes me as the kind of guy to climb trees, regardless of age tbh. He just has the vibe.

He would build forts at EVERY opportunity. Duncan once challenged him to build one in every room of the mansion and he almost did, with the exception of his parents’ office which was always locked.

He’d also draw loads. His drawing of a cave in TSS was described as an “elegant rendering” so I imagine he started doing art young. He’d get too passionate with a box of crayons and end up snapping most of them though. For his sixth birthday he’s gifted one of those pencils with multiple colours in the led and somehow angles it so that all the purple is used up first.

Isadora: She’d write plays for her+her siblings to perform for their parents+their parents’ friends that had surprisingly dark plot lines, especially for a 7 year old. Oh, and all the lines would rhyme, of course. She’d get annoyed when people read the script and asked if it was all one long song rather that the masterpiece of poetry she intended it to be perceived as.

Quigley would really enjoy acting in her plays+pour his heart and soul into the performance. Duncan would get really excited about it and do great when practicing with just the three of them but when it came to the actual performance he’d get shy+back out meaning Quigley or Isadora have to fill in for his role.

🎃 Halloween:

For Halloween one year, Isadora thought it’d be an amazing idea to dress up as Evelyn the conjoined twin bc she loved the song ‘Evelyn Evelyn’ based on her but Quigley found their story too depressing and Duncan didn’t like that it meant one of the triplets would get left out. Quigley suggests ‘Alvin and the chipmunks’ as a group costume earning instant “no”s from his siblings. They end up dressing in individual costumes based off historical figures (A poet, an investigative journalist and an explorer) but create their own story involving time-travel that connects the 3 characters.

Isadora loves Halloween as she is a goth(headcannon) so it really goes with her vibe. Quigley takes information about monsters/spooky creatures like vampires or werewolves and uses it to decide on which part of the world would be best for them to inhabit. Duncan then uses Quigley’s theories to research newspaper articles from the area, searching for any sign of the creatures.

Style/Fashion sense 🌟🧥

Duncan 📰:

Comfy green jumpers/sweaters or sweater-vests, white short-sleeved dress shirts and dress trousers/pants. (Pre-canon)

Comfy green polo-neck jumpers and (usually brown) corduroy pants/trousers and either dark green or white high top shoes. (Post-canon) Occasionally wears neatly applied eyeliner. The slight change in style is bc Duncan doesn’t want to wear clothes that feel so similar to a school uniform after spending so much time with those as his only clothes at Prufrock. He’ll occasionally wear hoodies but not if he’s to be seen in public.

Owns a few T-shirts with Dorothy Parker quotes which he cherishes and wears daily, even if they can’t be seen under the jumper/sweater. One quote he’d have is: “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue”

Isadora+Quigley once bought him a quirky reporter’s hat with a feather in it as a joke but Duncan ended up adoring it; convincing himself it gave him an extra boost of inspiration when writing articles. 🪶

Has a Polaroid camera looped round his neck 📸

Quigley 🗺:

Initially, he struck me as a rucksack guy but I was reading over TSS yesterday and discovered he canonically uses a totebag, “I was putting an atlas in a totebag I found”-Quigley Quagmire (‘The Slippery Slope’ Chapter 8, page 148) so technically that’s a canon not a headcanon but oh well 🙃

Wears clothes more so for practicality than for style, although if he has a choice he’ll get things in dark purple.

He’d wear cargo pants bc of all the pockets; this would inspire Isadora to write a poem titled ‘Two and a half’ about a scientist who was trying to clone someone twice but messed up, resulting in one of the copies (Quigley) having no legs.

He would also wear a jacket with tonnes of pockets bc it’s practical for the explorer’s life he leads plus it looks cool. Although, it looks a little less cool when he stitches on a hood with fabric that doesn’t even match.

He drew maps on a couple of T-shirts and wears those, unfortunately he has to redraw them every time they get washed.

Wears exclusively boots bc of their grip+durability, one boot would have purple laces and the boot on the other foot would have black laces bc the original lace got stuck in a thorn bush so he stole borrowed one of Isadora’s.

As for accessories; a compass on string looped round his neck, clips shoved in at random to keep hair from falling in his face as he climbs, a hat/beanie with pins on it

Also: Frayed fingerless gloves!!! I saw this in one of Quill’s art pieces of Quigley and like the idea immensely ( @lemonysnicket ) :))

Always has the most RANDOM items in his pockets; will reach in looking for a packet of gum and come out with binoculars.

Isadora 📜:

Goth.Goth.Emo.Goth.

Wears almost exclusively black: Black boots or high top converse (with doodles on the white toe bit in sharpie),

Wore black nail polish pre-canon. At Prufrock she improvises using black markers+pens on her nails. She once tried the same trick for mimicking eyeliner…it did not turn out well and Duncan brings it up at the WORST times.

Wears winged black eyeliner, smudged under the eyes.

Likes long swishy skirts (midi skirts). They’re sometimes a bit impractical but if she’s just spending the day writing poetry it’s fine. Otherwise she likes cuffed shorts with leggings underneath.

Violet once bought fishnet gloves bc she liked how they looked but gave them to Isa after they kept getting caught in her inventions. Isadora loves them even more bc they’re from Violet.

Has a really cool leather jacket but doesn’t wear it much bc she secretly worries that she isn’t cool enough for the jacket.

Has a T-shirt with all of Sappho’s poems printed out really small and arranged into a picture of Sappho herself. Quigley owns a similar one but his contains the bee-movie script.

Cooking abilities ranked🍳:

1: Quigley 🗺- he’s the best bc he had to cook for himself while “dead”. Granted, he did just eat canned peaches, toasted marshmallows, almonds and carrots but he had to find his own food anyway so that’s a start.

2: Isadora 📜- Her meals at Prufrock were cooked for her but it’s possible she had to cook for Duncan and herself at previous guardians. This task would fall on her as Duncan used to be afraid of stoves for a while after the fire

‘ “For a long time,” Duncan admitted, “I was afraid of any kind of fire. I didn’t even like to look at stoves.”’ -The Austere Academy, Chapter 3, page 47.

3: Duncan 📰- For the reason above and also bc he seems like the kind of guy who would mess up simple dishes by trying to apply extra information, “I read in a news article once about a famous chef who’d put mozzarella in porridge for extra flavour, let’s try that!” (Made-up quote)

Choice of stationary 🖊

Isadora: Fountain pen ✒️ bc it makes her poetry look fancy

Duncan: Biro bc it doesn’t smudge easily and he needs to writes down a lot of info quickly for his journalism 🖊

Quigley: Coloured biros bc they make maps easily decipherable+they don’t smudge easily which is useful for accuracy

In a modern AU Quigley has a 6 hour screen time average and it is ENTIRELY Google maps. Duncan listens to podcasts. Isadora’s Pinterest is made up completely of quotes.

Books/Literature 📚:

Apart from atlases, Quigley reads fantasy books with maps. He would adore books in the Grishaverse bc of this, especially obsessing over the canal system of Ketterdam which can be seen in detail in a map in ‘Crooked Kingdom’ by Leigh Bardugo. 📚 🧙‍♀️ However, with the Grisha triology (Shadow and Bone, Siege and Storm + Ruin and Rising) he would be disappointed by how little the cartographer/ex-cartographer protagonist mentions maps.

Duncan would enjoy the ‘A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder’ series due to the strategic, organised layout alongside Pip-the protagonist- ‘s note-taking skills. As Duncan aspires to be an investigative journalist he’d be enthralled by the investigations that are central in these books. He would annotate the books as he reads them; filling them with his own theories as well as highlighting important information.

The poem ‘Long Distance II’ by Tony Harrison doesn’t consist of rhyming couplets but I think Isadora would find its portrayal of grief powerful regardless of whether it’s in her preferred poetic format. Especially as it’s about the loss of family members.

Quigley would create his own fantasy map using tea-stained paper with rice spilled on it, drawing around the rice to get the outline of a country. He’d be really strategic about the details he draws though; having mountains before rivers so the water runs off of them etc. 🗺

Favourite Colours 🎨:

Isadora: Pitch black 🖤

Duncan: Dark green 💚

Quigley: Dark purple💜

(Bc of their notebooks 📓)

Thanks for the ask!! :) <3

I wasn’t sure what to include so I wrote quite a bit, this was me restraining myself tho. I think about the Quagmire triplets a LOT :). This is only the tip of the iceberg ;)! :) I also have kind of detailed hcs about injuries the triplets would have after the eagle fight if u want to hear about that.

Please send more asks if you like! You can be as specific as you like, especially if it’s about the Quagmires! :D

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destinywritessometimes · 2 years

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Speaking through the Stars 🌟

Encanto Triplets Era Oneshot

TW: it’s sad ig

For context they’re all 15 :)

I wrote this at 2 am so it’s only kinda proofread but I’ll edit it in the morning if I remember

“Are we there yet?” Agustin complained, “why are we going there anyways?”

Bruno had enlisted his sisters and friends to hike with him at night to a mountain peak. They’d now been walking for a little over an hour and Bruno had said ‘It’s just around the corner’ about 5 times.

Felix was about to agree, “Seriously wh-.”

“I can’t believe you!” Pepa turned to Agustin, “we’re going because it means a lot to Bruno. And we all care about him.”

“Exactly!” Felix shook his head at him, “why would you even question that?”

Agustin just rolled his eyes.

“Here!” Bruno spoke up from the front of the group, “Right over here!”

Everyone expected it to be another ‘it’s just around the corner’, until Bruno started running.

They all followed until Bruno stopped at a ledge overlooking a mountainscape.

The warm summer breeze washed over all their faces as they looked up to see a purple night sky filled with stars.

“Woah,” Julieta went and placed a hand on Bruno’s shoulder, “it’s beautiful up here.”

“I know right!” Bruno fumbled with his bag, “but that’s not the only reason we asked you here.”

Soon he pulled out a large book with all the zodiac constellations on the front.

“Perfect! Are we hunting constellations?” Felix gazed up at the sky, “I only know the Big Dipper.”

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun,” Bruno sat down and starting flipping the pages, and Julieta rested next to him.

Soon everyone was referencing all the pages and pointing them out as they found them in the sky, and eventually the once quiet area was filled with conversation and laughter.

But despite the antics going on around him, Bruno wasn’t talking or playing around like the others were.

To him this wasn’t a time for play.

Carefully searching the sky he kept his finger on one page, clearly searching for just one specific constellation rather than many.

“Bruno,” Pepa kneeled in front of him, “are you alright?”

Bruno hasn’t realized how his face had dropped.

“I’m fine, just tired,” he gave her a thumbs up.

Pepa narrowed her eyes, “I recognize that look on your face, you’re thinking about something.”

Bruno didn’t even try to lie about it, he simply nodded.

Pepa reached out and took her hands in his, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

She put force into her last word. Not in an aggressive way, but just to emphasize that she truly meant it.

Bruno once again nodded, and he did tell her.

He told her why all of this meant so much to him, and where he got the idea to come there in the first place. How he’d gotten the idea years before but only now did he ever put enough thought into it to forgive out how to get there.

And how it all tied back to their father.

~ 8 years ago ~

Eating wasn’t something Bruno liked doing during the day.

He much preferred to work on his projects or hangout with his friends, and because of this nighttime was usually when his hunger hit.

Because of this he’d gotten pretty good at sneaking down to the kitchen after he was supposed to be in bed to grab a quick midnight snack. With help from casita of course.

Tonight, just like the others, Bruno snuck down to the kitchen, making sure his footsteps were swift and light as not to wake anyone up.

However, what Bruno would soon find out is that he wasn’t the only person awake.

Just as he was rounding the corner, he bumped into someone he did not expect to see.

Subsequently falling on the floor and dropping his food, he looked up to see his mother, Alma, holding their everlasting candle.

She stifled a laugh, “And what are you doing up so late?”

Bruno was quick to spill everything, explaining all the things he’d been doing.

Of course, Alma already knew all of this. Bruno was quiet for an 8 year old but not quiet enough for her motherly ears.

“It’s alright,” she bent down and kissed his forehead, “you didn’t eat much today anyways, you deserve a late night snack.”

Bruno let out a sigh of relief, picking his plate up and returning to his feet, “But what are you doing up, mami?”

Alma debated whether or not to tell him, but in the end she decided too. It might do him some good.

“Why don’t you come with me and find out?” holding out her hand which Bruno quickly grabbed, she led him up to a part of casita he’d never seen before.

It was a small room with a bay window, very open, with blankets spread across the windows seating area. All over the walls were old pictures.

Some with people Bruno didn’t recognize, and others with his father in them, who he only knew through pictures.

Taking her seat by the window atop the blankets, Alma motioned to the place in front of her and Bruno went to sit down.

“You asked what I was doing,” she looked outside, up at the sky, “well sometimes I like to come up here and talk to your father.”

Bruno wore a confused expression as he shoved food in his mouth, “What do you mean?”

Alma held out the candle for him to hold, smiling to herself at how big it looked by his hands, and once he took it she explained, “That candle represents our miracle, given to us in our greatest time of need, brought on only by the sacrifice your father made. We are only able to help people as much as we can, because of him.”

Bruno didn’t look up when he spoke, electing to watch the flame dance around, “But how do you talk to him? Does he answer?”

“Through the candle, and when I come up here I feel closer to him than in any other part of Casita,” Alma shook her head, “and no, he does not respond. In the traditional way at least. But I know he hears me.”

“How could you know if he doesn’t even talk back?” Bruno raised an eyebrow, still staring at the flame. He was questioning whether or not his mom had gone crazy.

“Well, he doesn’t speak with words, but through the world, through other things such as,” she turned to the sky, “the stars.”

That got Bruno’s attention and made him look up too.

“He always loved the stars, and sometimes I can feel him speaking through them.”

Bruno had never paid the stars any mind. He’d been aware of them but now he felt a bond with them. If those twinkling lights could make it so that he could finally have a conversation with his dad then they were just about the greatest thing in the world.

“But that’s not the only way he speaks to me,” Alma held Bruno’s hands, “you remind me a lot of him you know.”

He’d heard this before, “I know you always tell me I look like him.”

“No, no not just in looks,” she placed a finger in his chest, “in heart. You both have just about the most wonderful hearts I’ve ever seen.”

Bruno’s eyes were sparkling.

“Every time I ask him for help, or a sign, he always reminds me of you.”

Both of them agreed now was time for a hug.

“The stars told you all that?” Bruno was simply amazed.

“In a way,” Alma laughed, “if you ever get the chance Brunito, search for the constellation Auriga, we’d always search for it but were never able to find it.”

Bruno nodded vigorously. This would be easy for him since he was great at finding things.

With one last kiss on the forehead, Alma sent Bruno off to bed.

~ Now ~

Pepa had never heard that story before, but now that she had she decided to help him search.

Two pairs of eyes were better than one when searching for things after all.

In the end however they didn’t find it.

With so many bright stars in the sky fighting for his attention it was hard for him to find the ones that shined the brightest, but Bruno tried not to wear his disappointment on his face.

That’d only invite questions, and he wasn’t about to tell the story again.

Bruno didn’t go to sleep that night.

Instead he resigned himself to the nursery, scanning across the sky.

How could he have failed? Had his father just not wanted to speak with him? Could that be it?

Bruno hoped to god that wasn’t the case.

After a while, he furrowed his eyebrows when his gaze fell upon a familiar yet so unfamiliar set of stars.

Reaching for his book he turned to the page about Auriga, which by then was so worn and faded from him running his fingers over it so often that he had to squint to read it.

There were no differences. They were identical.

He’d found it.

And it was just as fulfilling as he wanted it to be.

Bruno didn’t go to sleep that night. He was going to share a few words with his dad.

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Encanto brought me closer to my family and I wanted to write about Bruno so here’s this :)

Sorry it’s sad I was in a mood

Have a nice day and night !! 🌟

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