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winxanity-ii · 3 months

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⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 05 Chapter 05 | lo contrario⌟

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[A/N: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐂 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 "𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨" 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦~]

"ㅡI knew you were waiting for my demise to get with that Maria woman, you low-down, good for nothing bastard! The fact that you moved on before my body had even settled into the ground tells me everything I need to know! Every day you spend time going to that harlot's house instead of being at home grieving for me! I pray to my ancestors above that you fall victim to El Boraro and he rips your cojones from yourㅡ"

"And that will be all. Thank you very much, Señora Luciana. I will be sure to let Señor Mateo know of your grievances," you told the spirit before sending her away.

As soon as she was dispersed back to the other side, your body gave a tired sigh, your ears still ringing at the ungodly screeches left by the vengeful spirit. You should have known better than to accept Mateo's request; Luciana was a loud woman while living, and death surely didn't put a dent in her voice.

"So what did Luciana say? Did she say anything about me?" Mateo asked, hands holding on to the picture of his recently deceased wife with bright eyes.

You winced at his hopefully face, "Um, yes. She's happy that you aren't too distraught from her passing and wanted you to know that she loves you," you told him, lying through your teeth with a forced smile.

Mateo's shoulders sagged in both sadness and relief. "That's good. Since her death, I've been receiving crocheting lessons from Maria to pass the time," he told you with a sheepish smile, "Luciana always begged me to learn with her, and every time I told her no. Hopefully, the lessons will pay off and she will like the blanket I made for her headstone."

You felt your heart internally crack as Mateo stared down at the picture with sad eyes, gently caressing the frame; oblivious to his dead wife's sadistic wishes for his suffering.

Poor man, even beyond the grave, his wife somehow jumps to conclusions, you thought with a shake of your head. May he never die, or he'll be stuck with her shouts for an eternity, literally.

"Anyways, thank you for your help, Y/N. I will be sure to return for my next appointment," he told you as you held the door open for him.

Shutting the door, you slid down to the ground with a big huff.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bad medium you are, Y/N. Lying to your customers," a voice taunted in your ear, causing you to groan in annoyance.

"Please shut up, Sidero. I'm not in the mood," you said, looking over to the smiling spirit.

Sidero was the first spirit you met when your gift manifested at 5-years-old. After nearly falling victim to pneumonia, you were fortunately healed by Julieta's gift, but due to your near-death experience, it seemed to awaken your gift: the gift to communicate with those beyond the living.

At first, when you told others about the people you would see walking around town, they assumed you meant the townsmen until you began describing them, saying the names of those dead, and even speaking of things that happened before your time.

The town was in shock: a child that wasn't a Madrigal had received a gift?

Many, as well as the adults of Casa Madrigal, were stumped, wondering how you had such a gift when there wasn't a single door within Casita that had your name plastered across its surface.

It was then, with a heavy heart, that your mother admitted her lineage.

Apparently, long ago, the women of the Muertez line were blessed by the Goddess of Death, Santa Muerte, and given an array of abilities that were related to death.

Your mother talked of the tales of your ancestors, women who were priestesses to the deity. They used their abilities to dispel myths about death, teaching people that it wasn't the end of life, but rather a part of it.

She admitted that she didn't think you would get a gift, seeing that the lineage wasn't blessed with one in nearly six generations, the last being your great-great-great-great grandmother, Adriana Muertez, who could temporarily bring life into corpses or inanimate objects using the heart of an animal.

She also confessed to keeping it from your father because of what happened to her family. Because of the nature of the Muertezs' gifts, they were known far and wide, but then, after hundreds of years of peace, they were turned on by those they helped.

Though she didn't experience it, her mother did. She explained how her mother, your maternal grandmother, told her how she watched many of her family members get burned at the stake for witchcraft. To save her, your grandparents took your mother and ran, leaving the name Muertez behind to cover their tracks.

Eventually, everyone seemed to accept it, which greatly surprised your mother, who thought they would harm you. Alma even promised to always ensure harm would never come to you because a gift is a gift, no matter its nature, and that no child should be harmed because of it.

And soon, seeing spirits hanging around became the norm, especially for the noiret-haired teen named Sidero Patricio.

"You're never in the mood to deal with me," he whined, allowing himself to float upside down while staring you in the face with a pout.

Sidero was handsome, but not in the conventional sense. He had an appearance that would have made him stand out in the crowd if he were alive. Standing at around 5'11, Sidero was tan with two unfathomable dark-colored eyes paired with inky black hair.

Waving him off, you pushed yourself up from the floor, dusting your clothes. "Because you're always yapping away in my ear," you told him, walking around to light cleansing incense.

"Only because I care about you," the spirit argued, following close behind you much like a puppy would. "If I didn't, I would have dispersed to the other side, leaving you without me, your only friend."

An incredulous squawk escaped your body, "WhatᅳI have friends!"

"I'm sure you do, chiquita."

You couldn't help but bristle at the nickname before turning to Sidero with a raised brow, "Stop with the chiquita, okay? I'm not little anymore. Plus, if we're going to get literal, it should be the other way around with me calling you chiquito since I'm almost two years older than you."

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N..." Sidero sighed, setting himself on the ground. "You may be older than me physically, but I've got decades on you, chiquita," he teased, smiling over at you.

Knowing that he got you there, you waved him off once more, "Still, I don't know where you got that I don't have friends. I'll have you know, I have many friends."

"The dead don't count, and since I'm a part of that demographic... you see where I'm going with this."

You knew he was only trying to rile you up, but you couldn't help the annoyance bubbling in your chest. "Sidero Nacio Patricio, I am this close"ᅳyou held your pointer and thumb an inch apartᅳ"to banishing you to the land of the dead and not allowing you back until next week."

Instead of him apologizing like you assumed he would, Sidero just laughed as he walked over to you. "Oh~ I can't believe you went and used my full name on me, Y/N," he stood in front of you, gently pinching your face, "Am I in trouble?"

When his hands came into contact with your face, you couldn't help the rack of chills flowing through your body, feeling as if you were drenched in a bucket of ice water.

Stepping away from his touch, you walked away to grab your cloak. "Pah! It's impossible to threaten you when you never take me seriously."

"Of course, I don't. This is the fifth time this week you've told me that, yet when you do it, you end up summoning me back not a day later. And if I didn't know any better, that makes you seem a bit friendless~" he sang, leaning back to float on the surface of a chair, giving the illusion that he was sitting down, with a wide grin.

"Why youᅳ" Your insult was cut off by the sound of knocks at your door.

"Y/N, it's me, Mirabel. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a bit," you shouted back before turning to the Sidero. "Well, since I spend so much time with the dead, I guess I'll send you home so I can be with the living," you drawled, sending the noiret a fake-sharp glare. "See you tomorrow, Sidero."

Playfully rolling his eyes, the spirit sent you a wave. "See you next time I'm summoned, chiquita." And with that, the spirit was gone.

When you opened the door, you were met with Mirabel looking over your shoulder with a puzzled expression, trying to see who you were talking to, only to find an empty space. A look of understanding came over the teen's face. If she didn't know what your gift was, she'd have thought you were insane for talking to the air.

"Let me guess, Sidero?"

"As always," you told her, walking out of the shop, shutting the door before beginning your trek towards Casa Madrigal for dinner.

Instead of walking straight through town, the two of you took the shortcut so your conversation wouldn't be interrupted.

"I didn't see you at lunch today. What was so important that you couldn't come?"

"Ah, you know, existing."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah," you sighed, shoulders slumping in both regret and guilt as you recalled the shrieking voice of your last client. "It's been a hectic day today."

"It couldn't have been worse than usual," the noirette stressed, not understanding why you were more worn out than usual.

"Believe me, Mira, it was one of the worst days I've ever had."

"Try me."

"I had the Castillo's as a client today."

A wince came across Mirabel's face at the name, immediately understanding who you were talking about, "Geez, I'm so sorry. You're right. You had a pretty sucky day," she said, giving you a pity pat on your shoulder.

"Yeah."

"But hey," she spoke, a bright smile growing on her lips. "If it makes you feel any better, I asked mamá to save you a few buñuelos once I realized you weren't coming for lunch."

You swiveled around to face her, gripping her by the shoulders with sparkling eyes. "Mira, I will literally kill for you."

"No need for that, Y/N," she giggled as the two of you walked up towards the large mansion.

Before either of you could even think of opening the door, Casita was, as always, a step ahead.

"Thank you, Casita," you both replied to the happy house, laughing as the tiles beneath your feet created eccentric shapes and colors.

As you and Mirabel were about to turn the corner towards the dining room, Julieta came out of the kitchen with a tray of tamales in her hand.

"Mamá, let me help you with that."

"Thank you, Cosa linda," the noirette smiled as Mirabel took the tray from her.

As Mirabel was off taking the food to the dining room, Julieta turned to face you and said, "Can you help me with the remaining dishes?"

"Of course, Señora Julieta." With that, you followed the graying-noirette into the kitchen.

The fragrance of delicious food was the first thing that hit your nose when you walked in behind the healer.

Immediately, your eyes zoned onto tonight's dessert: a tray of Merengón de Fresas.

Your mouth practically watered at how delicious it looked, how juicy and sweet the strawberries, peaches, and mora looked sitting on top of the bed of fluffy whipped cream.

Seeing your distracted gaze, Julieta shook her head with a smile as she handed you a pot of arroz atollado. "So did you enjoy the buñuelos? I decided to try something new and added a pinch of cacao powder. I hope they turned out well enough."

It took a moment before you were able to register what was said to you, "Eh? I didn't get any buñuelos. Mirabel said that you saved me some because I missed lunch," you told her as you both walked out of the kitchen towards the dining room.

A puzzled expression quickly filled out on Julieta's face at your words. "I did. That's why when I saw you walking down the hall earlier, I asked if you'd want them now and you took them."

"Señora Julieta, you must be mistaken. I haven't been here since this morning. Plus, I couldn't have done that. I just came in with Mirabel."

The two of you were left in silence before looking at one another, understanding immediately filling your minds. "Camilo," you both sighed in unison.

That trickster should have been the first thing to come to mind when Julieta asked if you enjoyed the buñuelos, yet he wasn't because of your distracted nature.

You couldn't believe he'd do that to you!

Well, actually, you could, but still, he committed identity fraud to hurt you in the worst way possible: to steal your buñuelos!

Oh, the horror!

You haven't had them in weeks due to both your absence as well as Julieta's rule to make a dessert once a week, and that devil went and stole it from you.

Seeing the waves of sadness flowing off your form as you pouted over the loss of your desert, Julieta gave you a gentle nudge with her hip, "Don't be too upset, linda. If it makes you feel any better, I'll whip you up a few buñuelos and personally deliver them to you tomorrow, alright?"

Feeling a smidge better, you gave the older woman a small smile as well as a "Thank you," before walking into the dining room.

Everyone wasn't present at the moment, the only ones there helping set up being Mirabel, Agustín, Julieta, Dolores, and yourself.

Agustín was the first to notice your arrival, getting up to grab the pot out of your hands, allowing you to go over and set plates on the table with Mirabel.

After getting everything together, the others began trickling in, the only ones absent being Camilo and Alma.

"Mira, I never knew I could kill a man until Camilo came into my life," the words left your lips, eyes narrowing at the empty seat before you as you sat next to your best friend.

"Huh? What did he do?" The girl wondered, turning towards you with a puzzled face.

At her question, you couldn't help the scowl that grew on your lips. "That tramposo pretended to be me and ate the buñuelos Señora Julieta saved for me."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah. I swear, he has it out for me. Out of everything he could have done, he had to do that."

Mirabel hummed, "I suppose, but you can't blame him. It was you who missed lunch, after all. You'd think that since you love mamá's buñuelos so much, you wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Yeah—wait, what?" You were taken back by her words; she was siding with Camilo!?

When had she ever, in your twelve years of friendship, sided with that trickster!?

Besides, she was the one who told Julieta to save you a few pastries!

"Mira, whatㅡ?" Before you could finish your question, Alma and Mirabel walked into the room.

It was at the moment that you saw her enter with the matriarch that you knew you'd been duped for the second time today.

Releasing a sigh, you turned to face 'Mirabel' only to find Camilo already staring at you with a wicked grin. "Hello, Y/N. I heard you had some interesting things to say about me. Care to reveal them? I'm all ears."

You wanted to scream right then and there. Why, on Santa Muerte, couldn't you realize that it was Camilo? And how come the rest of them didn't tell you it was him? They obviously knew, seeing as they showed no reaction when the real Mirabel walked in with Alma. You couldn't help but feel that they wanted you to fail and continue to be deceived by him.

"Camilo," you started with a false smile, "If you don't move, I will ask Antonio to put his animals on you again."

You both knew that it wasn't an empty threat; a couple of weeks ago, you got Antonio to put a few of his pets on Camilo due to him aggravating you, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that they knew where Camilo was no matter how he looked because his scent always stayed the same.

Camilo must have realized that you were serious because he stood up, allowing Mirabel to sit in her seat, but not without leaving with a cheeky last word. "If it makes you feel any better, they were delicious. Tía Julieta really outdone herself with that batch."

You just stayed silent, allowing your eye to twitch out your frustration as he happily whistled as he sat before you, winking before beginning to dive into the food.

"Don't let him get to you, Y/N. He just enjoys getting a rise out of you," Mirabel said, handing you the salad bowl.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," you muttered, fixing your plate and eating like everyone else.

Besides the usual trickery from Camilo, dinner was exquisite; you couldn't believe you willingly missed two weeks of Julieta's delicious food just because of work; never again.

As everyone was finishing up, Alma stood up to give the evening family meeting.

"As we all know, Día de Muertos will be arriving in less than a few weeks, so we have much to prepare." Her voice was soft yet strict, easily capturing the attention of everyone at the table. "And since the celebration allows our deceased loved ones to come back to visit us, I believe it would be best if you, Y/N, took control and plan the ceremony this year."

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, choking on your water in surprise at her words. "W-What? Me?"

"Yes, cariño, you."

"B-But shouldn't it be planned by you, Doña Alma? You've done it for so long."

Don't get it wrong, you were honored to be chosen to be in charge of something that suited your gift, but she wanted the entire ceremony to be planned by you!?

"Yes, but seeing as what your gift entails, I, as well as many others, agree that you are perfect for the task. Unless, of course, you feel that you aren't ready?"

She was right; it's only natural that someone of your lineage is in charge of an event related to spirits crossing over to the living and visiting loved ones.

Hosting such a big event like this reminds you of the stories your mother would tell you; stories depicting the ceremonies the women of your family bestowed on the people around them, allowing them the opportunity to showcase their gifts from your goddess.

"No...I would like to do it," you said, looking up to make eye contact with the matriarch.

A grandmotherly smile filled out Alma's face. "Well, in that case, it is settled. Y/N will be in charge of planning the upcoming celebration. Let's make it everyone's priority to assist her with whatever she needs. La Familia Madrigal!"

"La Familia Madrigal!" And with that, dinner was dismissed.

***I didn't necessarily know where to end the chapter, so please forgive the need for dragging it on. I hope you enjoyed the extra info I dumped on you all regarding Y/Ma's family history, as well as my OC!

I've also been getting messages about when I'll update, and I'm sorry to say that I'm unsure. I try writing whenever I can but it isn't always guaranteed every three days due to school and tons of work. So I'll try to update often, but I can't be too sure; hope you all understand.

Anyways, see you next update.

#‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-tactus mortis ml #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #madrigal #encanto camilo #madrigal x reader #romance #ghosts #medium #ghost whisperer #angst #death reader #camilo #love #young romance #post encanto #disney x reader

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authortobenamedlater · 10 months

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and 6, fransher xD no obligation, just if you'd like! platonic or romantic as you like

(Send me two characters romantic or platonic and I’ll write a little fic)

6. “Have a good day at work.”

Friend you NEVER have to qualify with a “no obligation” I love this rarepair swap we have going on 😂

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“I’m running late.”

“Hm. And will your target be less alive when you do get there?”

Franco strapped on her holster and glowered at her husband. “I’m serious, Vinsher.”

“I’ve always wondered, why the rush,” Vinsher went on, annoyingly placid. “Do you suppose another assassin will swoop in and take your place if you’re a few minutes late?”

“And what if one did?” Franco took both of her pistols out of the safe and holstered them. “This is a big job. Plenty of other people will take it if I can’t get it done.”

“I must point out, my dear, this would not be an issue if you invested in proper childcare.”

Franco rolled her eyes. “Not that again.”

“Luciana has never been on time for anything, a day in her life.”

No argument there. “Luciana is also free.”

“You get what you pay for. Imagine an assassin who didn’t charge?”

Franco had had just about enough. “You don’t have anywhere to go for the next two hours.” She sheathed her knives and pulled on her vest.

“And I don’t doubt your sister will still be taking her own sweet time.”

“She won’t be.” Franco tied her hair back. “I’ll be back to get the kids in bed.”

“Mom!” Elaine hollered the second Franco stepped out of the bedroom. “Max—“

“Take it up with your dad, honey.” Franco gave her daughter a quick hug. “I have to go.”

“Have a good day at work,” Vinsher called.

“Have a good day at work.” Franco shook her head as she left the house. A good day at work, as if she were filing insurance claims and not about to take out the biggest, baddest mob boss on Madrigal.

#halo #halo tv show #fransher #violetta franco #vinsher grath #on proper childcare #halo tv fanfic by atbnl #ask box open #ask me anything #ask meme #fanfiction asks

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the-seas-song · 2 years

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Happy Pride month! I just recieved this rainbow dress from the Etsy shop mykidsdrawers. I love it so much! It’s very well made, and it fits perfectly.

My one and only OC, Clara, is modeling it. Clara is a lesbian, and her family is Mexican and Ecuadorian and lives in Los Angeles.

My mom also finally found my childhood Marisol doll the other day, so the second picture shows AG’s Latina girls* in chronological order from left to right: Marisol, Luciana, and Maritza. My Clara is at the end, and is is wearing AG’s World Traveler in Peru outfit and accessories. The dress just so happens to have the pan flag color order on the bottom!

Clara currently obsessed with Disney’s Encanto and carries around her Isabela Madrigal doll in her purse.

I also want to give American Girl kudos for diversifying their Latin dolls’ heritage - Josefina is Mexican, Marisol’s heritage is unspecified, Luciana is Chilean, and Maritza is Mexican and Bolivian.

(*Josefina is the oldest Latina AG doll and is not pictured. My childhood Josefina doll is too special to me - and looks too well loved - for me to feel comfortable posting a picture of her)

#American Girl #Marisol #Luciana #Maritza #Mine #Lesbian #Isabela #Josefina

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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The Enchanted Door (Chapter One: The Magic of Writing)

A/N: This crossover fanfiction was written by me and @annethevampirequeen! Go check her out too!

Luciana Gardiner was struggling in life. She was nearing twenty and felt like she was not ready to be that age. She was autistic and lonely, struggling to keep friends long-term. Now she suspected she had depression as well, finding it harder and harder to get out of bed most mornings and to stay happy. She had her fandoms and summer school to keep her busy, as well as chores. Despite all of that, she was tired. Her parents and younger brother were not home one day and Luciana decided to write one of her fanfics. But she felt writer's block. "Seriously, writer's block? I was doing so well!!" She shut her computer and stood up from her chair in her room and went downstairs to eat lunch, irritated that she could not write and that life felt repetitive. She thought back to her story with a friend on Quotev where they started a collab where they both managed to summon Preminger from Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper, a character they were both obsessed with. When they had started the story, the blood moon was approaching, an event that excited both of them. Luciana had actually tried to summon Preminger, so did Lavender. But of course it didn't work. He never showed up and things just continued, the story on a short hiatus.

Life was different in that story, just like all of the other stories Luciana wrote. Most of the time, there was no Covid. Luciana was free to live a normal life in the stories featuring her and created her own characters with their own adventures. Real life was not like that, no matter how hard she wished. She ate her lunch, did a few quick chores, and then sat back down to write. She had finished her schoolwork for the time being and tried to wrap her head around the stories she had open. There was Destined, a story she had been stuck on for ages. There were new stories too, but nothing came to mind. She had finished a few short stories but felt so drained. The Lost Madrigal was getting nowhere, so was The Advisor's Curse. She saw that her friend Taylor was online and messaged. They chatted about their days and then Taylor suggested that they should do a collab together. Luciana was thrilled to have another writing project. She and Taylor began planning what they should write. The verdict was eventually decided and that was to write a story about them both getting sucked into their favorite fandom worlds. Luciana chose Princess and the Pauper. She could not refuse. She was obsessed with Preminger and hungered to write more about him. She also decided to add The Phantom of the Opera as well as Harry Potter. She had never written anything for The Phantom of the Opera, but she had written a few stories for Harry Potter. Taylor chose Jojo's Bizarre Adventures and Marvel's Moon Knight for their fandoms. The plans were formulating, but all was interrupted when Luciana's family came home much earlier than anticipated.

She had to play with her younger brother Oliver the rest of the evening. "Hey Lucy, can we play Animal Crossing?" Luciana groaned.

"I am getting tired of that game again. You always want to play it with me and it's getting old. I'm tired of visiting our islands and goofing off. May we do something else tonight? Please? I need a few days for a break."

"I really want to play it!" Oliver begged. "I sat at the office all day and had no fun!"

"Play with your brother," their mom said from the other room.

"Okay fine, we can play Animal Crossing again. Visiting islands too," Luciana said with defeat. She got on her brother's extra Nintendo Switch and opened her account. Why do I have to do this again? I just want to be free. I guess I can dress my character and pretend to have fun. She dressed her character like Princess Anneliese to hint the way she felt about life.

"Lucy, can you dress as Snape? I'm dressing as Draco," Oliver said.

"Fine," Luciana agreed. She changed up her look so she would be Severus Snape from Harry Potter. At least she really liked him. He was handsome and she had a crush on him. She had many fictional crushes, not just Preminger. So she and her brother played Animal Crossing for three hours that evening, Luciana unable to break away and retreat to her room. She had a headache and was extremely irritable, but she pretended everything was fine. For dinner they had hot dogs, Oliver's favorite. Luciana wanted burgers instead but Oliver's suggestion won. They all ate and Luciana did the dishes afterwards while listening to Barbie soundtracks. Ideas came flowing to her for all of her stories as she did her chores, planning to write once she got in bed.

That moment did finally come and she wrote an insane amount. All of her stories had new posted updates and more plans were in set for the collab. Then it hit her, this fanfic sounded eerily like her friend Jordan had written years ago in the early days of their friendship. More Than What It Seems was what it was called and it was about Jordan going into his fandom worlds and even a crossover with one of Luciana's old stories. She messaged Jordan and told him everything, him supporting the idea. Excitement buzzed in the air as Luciana laid everything out for her writing, but she soon grew tired since it was well past midnight. Before she turned on an ASMR video, her mind wandered. The full moon was coming up. The full moon is next week. Wait, next week?! I love full moons! I might try one last time to summon Preminger. I need him in my life. She turned on the video and drifted off to sleep, her dreams strange like usual.

A/n: This wonderful chapter was written by @annethevampirequeen

#Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper #Phantom of the Opera #Harry Potter #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Marvel #Moon Knight #Magic #Crossover #Romance

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elizamaie · 8 months

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Name: Antonia Luciana Potter (née Madrigal)

born: July 27, 1885

died: October 21. 1993

father: Pepe Madrigal

mother: Flora Burke

husband: Theobald Potter

son: James

daughter: Gwendolyn, Eleanor

daughter-in-law: Lily Evan

sons-in-law: Remus Lupin, Peter Pittgrew

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saltydazeinnit · 2 years

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Hello! Yall seem to really like my Luciana content so here's some more

Remember I don't veiw Abuela like a villain but I honestly don't her (she reminds me of my abusive mother) so she's kinda a bitch in all my writing

Reminders: Luciana is 6'6, the oldest grandchildren and Pépa's oldest. Her gift is to summon Skeletons 💀

See other other Luciana works for more! And let me know if you want to know something specific

Camilo age - 7

Luciana age - 15

Camilo almost trips but is caught by Luciana before he's even half way to the floor. His oldest sister a safe ground for him to always fall back on even now after she's yelled at their Abuela for scolding him to hell and back for breaking Senorita María's wheelbarrow. "Camilo, are you hurt?" She asks, he never asks how she manages to always protect them. It feels like her magic spell will be broken if he does. "Yeah I'm fine." He sniffles and his voice breaks regardless of his answer.

He's managed to find himself in the forest far from their Casita. He sits down by a tree and shivers as he forgot his ruana in his haste. Luciana sighs and sits down next to him, she pulls her own ruana off and slides it over his head easily as it's much bigger. He hums as the warm cloth holds him, it's much bigger than his own considering the siblings size difference. Luciana pulls him into her side and she's looking into the trees' when he looks up at her. "You know you could have run to me, Abuela would have just glared at you while she asked me to make a new one." He lays his head on her shoulder and frowns. "How do you-" He stops himself and his eyebrows pull down.

"Why-... why do you, how do you stand up to Abuela like that? Mami and Tia or Tio don't do that even, and she's their mama- so I was wondering why you put yourself in between Abuela and the rest of us?"

He can hear her sigh out her nose and she pulls him closer. "I do that.. because I love you guys. Abuela doesn't know and didn't have the time to mourn Abuelo when he died, she doesn't-" She pauses, Camilo shifts and she clears her throat. "She doesn't understand she has time to heal now, she's obsessed with how everyone's gift could help the town because she doesn't want the home she spent so much time building to crumble." She sets her cheek against the top of his head and huffs.

"So I try to keep calm and get her to remember people's feeling, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. But I love you guys too much to just let her do that, and Mami and Tia don't stand up against her because they fear her in a way. You know how you get sad when Mami gets upset with you?" He nods with a frown and furrowed eyebrows. She presses her fingers into his brow and smooths it.

"Don't do that you'll get wrinkles." She huffs. He giggles beside her and releases the grip he had on her dress. "So Mami and Tia don't want her upset with them, they love you just as much as me, maybe even more." He nods but says, "I don't think anyone loves me as much as you." She stares at him for a moment and he worries he did something wrong with the way her jaw twitches. "Aww Camilo!" She mumbles and smoothers kisses into the side of his head.

"Luci! Luci!" He giggles and laughs and she stops after a minute. "Alright mi sol, I believe it's time we head back." He pouted but stood up regardless. She turned to walk but stopped immediately. Camilo stared up at her with puppy dog eyes and his hands reaching out. "Camilo-" She began and he puffed his lip. She sighed and looked between him and the path home.

She ended up scooping him up anyway. He giggled and held her shoulder. "You know Camilo, one day you'll be to big for me to pick up." She explains and he worries his lip. "Then you have to keep growing too, that way even when I'm grown you can carry me." She huffed but a smile painted her lips.

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Hope yall like it! I like this one so enjoy!

#encanto #encanto 2021 #encanto theory #camilo encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto fanart #encanto fanfic #encanto original character #encanto oc #encanto oneshot #encanto x reader #platonic #mirabel encanto #pepa madrigal #Luciana Madrigal

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space-ghost-with-the-most · 2 years

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A possible take on Luciana and Bruno meeting.

Every other man in the village: wow your so pretty, I'd be a great husband to you

Luciana: ugh, no thanks.

Bruno: crashes through a fabric rack and makes an absolute fool of himself

Luciana: GOTDAMN ❤❤

#encanto #disney #encanto disney #disney encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #luciana rosa solano #encanto au #papa of two au #papa with twins au #papa bruno au #oc #encanto original character #encanto meme #bruno x oc

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c0pper0tter · 2 years

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Back at it with the papa of two au art

#disney encanto #papa of two au #papa with twins au #bruno madrigal #papa bruno au #he asked for no pickles #luciana rosa solana

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blu3bub · 2 years

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knock, knock, knock on wood. (A Bruno x FEM!Reader story)

(word count: 2140)

chapter 0 here!

STRESS, STRESS, STRESS - CHAPTER 1

“Oi! Y/N!” A voice chants outside the now finished Y/N’s window.

With a held breath in and her muscles tense, she embroiders the last flower together in with the baskets unique weaving pattern. “Just… un Segundo…”

The flowers stem in and around the coconut fiber, careful to make it look perfect in every way. The green empathizing with the light brown fizzing about, everything just melting in to one beautiful masterpiece.

“Aha!”

“Senorita! They kind of need it now?” The voice raises itself to be heard clearer – which seems to be working this time.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Y/N reaches her hand out, sweeping the basket up and in glee spins around. The happiness and relief of finishing the piece painted on her facial features. Smile big, raised eyebrows, it’s almost like the skin around are forced to be thrown out by the more dominating features.

She steps out to her door, opening it up to a familiar face. Señora Luciana.

“That surely did take its time. Ai, Y/N, did you do it last minute yet again?” Luciana can see the stress’ marks that it had left behind on Y/N’s joyful face in all types of ways. Sweat, all kinds of colors stained up her arms and cheeks, dirt almost functioning as natural bronzer, and… was that a tear?

“No, señora, I-“

Luciana sends her a glare, capable of killing a hoard of cows and sure will kill a person, let alone vulnerable Y/N. She crosses her arms and look her up and down. “Dios mìo, Y/N.”

“I’m… sorry.” Y/n hesitates, putting on an angel-like look, the halo barely there to be seen however you can easily imagine one gleaming above her messy up-do of hair. “The… basket? :D”

Luciana grabs the basket by its handles. “Get cleaned up, Y/N, I expect you to be ready in 5”

“5?!”

And there the frightening glare comes yet again. Almost like a laser beam cutting over the tension like it was nothing, though the thickness growing.

“5- 5 is fine! Pshh… easily.” Y/n tries to resurrect her now dissembled confidence.

“4.”

“AI! Okay! I- “

“Hurry!”

And with that, Y/N’s own door gets shut in her face. The clock immediately offering her to dance along to the loud ticking from the grandfather clock, intimidatingly raising it’s whispering for every second that passes, and she has yet to be done. Time pressuring her in between suffocating walls closing around her.

And while Y/N yet again stresses her way through her perhaps last living seconds, life at la casita seems to be for once calmer.

“Dolores, take your cousin Louisa to her room, get her dressed, will you?” Abuela says while she puts out the last few plates on the wooden table.

“Si, abuela!”

“Oh, let med help you, Abuela!” Felix swoons in, grabbing the silverware with his as usual big smile. His curls bouncing carelessly as he hums and sways around.

Perfect melody caressing the already cheerful and calm atmosphere.

The kids playing alongside la casita and changing Louisa, small pep talks and playful aura. Felix helping abuela with the table, chatting about what’s to come. Pepa sitting together with Julieta in the kitchen, exhausted as two pregnant women can be. Agustine running back and forth taking order on how to cook the food by the two women, slightly stressed but in a controlled kind of way.

Everybody was happily helping.

Actually… not… everybody.

The everybody was missing – and by that, I mean that the everybody we were missing were Bruno. Bruno, the distant and most misunderstood family member. The goofy uncle. The clumsy brother. The “fortune teller.” The only single within his sibling circle, and he sure did make way for that to stay the truth for eternity and on.

Bruno is an introverted extrovert, a man true to his word – literally. He is the Madrigal that can tell you what’s ahead and what to be aware of, and although his gift is as incredible as the others’, people tend to forget he doesn’t control the future, he merely predicts it – and once predicted, there won’t be a lot to do to avoid such circumstance.

Let’s say – he isn’t everybody’s favorite madrigal – if anyone’s.

And the truth is, he is hated for what he can’t change, for what is supposed to be his “gift.” People bothered by him every day, not to mention the long walk up the stairs in his room to then just find out the future isn’t exactly what you hoped.

The only person who doesn’t seem to be affected by this fact is the man himself. Bruno Madrigal. The third triplet.

No, today he is completely unbothered.

Shoulders up high, heel after heel leading him down to the kitchen into the comforting energy and wonderful smell of menu del día. A grin shining from his rather tired looking face.

“Hello there famili-!”

And with that short sentence the atmosphere changes.

“Maldit-“

“Language!”

A pan falls, food flying in the air. Agustine barely on his feet grabbing out and trying to clasp around anything to support him. Rattling kitchen tools landing on the floor, la casita catching every single piece.

“What is happening?!” Abuela yells.

“Ai, low voice, abuela!” Pepa shrieks as she covers her ears and as she does, tea spills all over her and Julieta’s lap, granted to be a 1st degree burn at least.

“Mi vida-!”

“OW!”

In the background, out from the furthest back of the building in the nursery room, a crying Luisa and a whining Dolores apologizing over and over can be heard as loudly as if they were right in the room beside them.

“Mama!! Tia Julieta! Luisa is impossible!”

“MAMA! DOLORE-“

“SHHH, LuiSA-“

“Girls! Quiet down!” Abuela yells yet again.

“Abuela!” Pepa, Julieta and Felix say in union.

That’s when Bruno reads the queue to leave. The smirk he had washed away together with his uplifting shoulders. Now both were hanging as low as his eye bags. Whatever glee he had saved up to give onto his family is gone.

His heels turning and leading him on out the door, out to in front of the house. La casita making sure the door opens and closes in a quick pace to help him out.

“Way to go, Bruno…” He mumbles to himself while he clenches his fists.

La casita concerningly lift bricks beneath him, nudging him to his sides, a caring move to show that it cares about him. Bruno of course understands this.

“I’m fine, casita.”

The house once more nudges him on. Clinking trying to communicate with this gloomy figure upon its body – trying is the key word.

The man pushes a hair strand behind his ear and fixes his clothing. Pushing his feet into his sandals further just to make sure they were on right. He doesn’t want to make himself look more of a fool.

“Who would ever think that Bruno was ever a good person? Not the atmosphere!” Bruno says to himself, turning his head to the side, kicking a stone off the step.

He puts upon his hood. “We think you’re a good person!” he imitates a strange voice.

“Yes, we do!” Yet another strange voice comes out of him.

Bruno sighs to himself. “Thank you, Hernando and Jorge.” He pulls his hood off again, hair poofing to every direction.

“Who’s… Hernando?” A voice sneaks up on Bruno – No, doesn’t sneak. It has been standing there, watching him the whole time. The time being from when he stepped out to now. And to surprise, this voice isn’t just something he is making up, it’s in front of him. The it being a her, a woman, Y/N Y/L/N.

“Uh- eh-“ Bruno stammers, his hands clamming to each other, anxiously fiddling with one another, trying to come up with a response. “Hernando- is-… eh-“

Y/N tilts her head, looking curiously on the mentally troubled man in front of her. Popcorn thoughts beginning to pop left and right.

God, he looks tired. Is he okay? Is it the way I look? Is he looking at me at all? Do I have dirt on my face? Did I leave the shower running?

“you see... he is- uh- no its more of uh-“ Bruno fumbles with his words, wheeling his now sweaty hands around trying to refresh his brain, start a chain reaction of thoughts in his head, however he is left with an empty mind and one thought alone.

Who is she?

The two staring at each other, silence growing bigger for every awkward “eh” leaving Bruno’s lips. His face copying the tension, reddening every inch of his mocha-colored skin. Y/N’s head building up to a pile of popcorn corns, popping on top of the other, filling up until there is no room for more.

“Bruno?”

“Eh-“ He pulls a hand to the back of his head.

A crowd forms behind the feminine figure in front of Bruno. The towns people carrying sparkling smiles and joy filled eyes as well as a present for each 7th head, all coming towards la casita.

“Oi! Y/N!”

Y/N? Oh! I know! Y/n Y/L/N! Of course… of course…

Bruno claims his mental victory with a small smirk sprouting upon his tomato head, almost forgetting the awful and painful – awkward and confusing – atmosphere. Almost.

“Bruno, what are you tryi-“ Y/N’s head still tilted though now her body turned slightly towards the person calling her name.

“Bruno! Where are you! Bru- Where is he when you need him?!” Bruno hears Pepa speak in a rather defeated tone from behind the doors, the ones he is almost leaning up against in search out of the situation.

“Oh! You hear that- someone is calling- better go now! Sorry!” He hurries to open the door. “Sorry! Sorry!” And as fast as he opened the door, as fast he closes the door. “Sorry!”

“Tïo Bruno!” Isabela exclaims out of surprise looking at her crow-backed uncle hiding behind the big wooden door.

Bruno jolts up and turns quickly on his heels once again. And although he is fast acting, he uses a good 5 seconds before having a reaction to his little niece.

“Tìo-“

“If it isn’t the birthday girl!” His arms spread out, ready to receive a hug from his dear niece. “Come on, give tìo Bruno a hug.”

The girl runs towards her uncle, jumping into a soft embrace leading into a twirl full of giggles and chuckles. Bruno holding Isabela up in the air, acting as if she weighed nothing though his scrawny and thin arms aching to let go.

“Happy birthday, mi Girasol!” He blissfully says with his smile growing wider, examining his nieces gorgeous face decorated in flowers. “What a beautiful get up!”

Isabela giggles. “You’re missing something!”

“Oh?”

And with a swish she grows a flower to put behind Bruno’s ear under his disaster of curls. “You look so pretty! Like a princess!”

“I’m a princess? Mi Girasol, it’s your birthday! You’re the princess.”

“No you are!”

“I am?”

“You are a pretty princess!” Her eyes big with an irresistible pout.

Bruno laughs light-heartly. “Fine. I’m a pretty princess.” He rolls his eyes jokingly.

They join in for another close embrace.

Isabela has always seen the good in Bruno although everybody told her otherwise. When Bruno is at his lowest, she would and still will always come to rescue with her vaguely bad jokes that they - despite the quality of the joke not always being good – will no matter the time or space laugh about and enjoy together. The two of them has always had an unspoken bond that originated from back when Isabela could first understand words. Ironically the most loved and the most … unliked… family member of the whole bunch.

The one thing Bruno has, that no other can claim to have and is envied.

“Awwwww!” The crowd awes in union.

Without the two noticing, la casita had let the doors open wide, letting the town people see the sweet sentimental moment between the two opposites poles.

“diOS Mío!” Bruno clenches on tight to Isabela, hiding her in his arms like he is protecting her as a mother bear would protect a cub from a threat. His anxious heart pounding fast.

“It’s alright, tío Bruno!” Isabela snickers.

“nO-“ His voice cracks.

“We have gifts for the birthday chica, Isabela” Y/N sparkle.

“PRESENTS!” Isabela yells excitedly, wiggling her body out of Bruno’s hug to run out and collect her gifts.

Bruno forced to let go, turning his heels yet again to meet the same face as he did before. The woman he had heard so much about from his sister Pepa and her husband Felix. Y/N Y/L/N. A name assigned to the right owner, a puzzle piece finding it’s place within the others around.

So, this is Y/N Y/L/N.

next chapter

#encanto #encanto bruno #bruno #bruno x reader #x reader #fanfiction #enacnto fanfiction #la casita #mirabel #headcanon #love story

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ahurricaneofjacarandas · 2 years

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You Can Always Go To Me

A Kiss (Part 1)

> set before the movie

> the reader share movie Luisa's trait of not wanting any help

> julieta madrigal x fem! reader

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“Where are you going?” a hand grabbed Y/N's arm and tugged her into an embrace.

Y/N groaned and squirmed, “Máma! Let me go!”

Luciana, Y/N's mother, chuckled, “Not until you tell me where you're going, mi corazón.” she continued hugging the daylights out of her daughter.

“Máma!” Y/N squealed when her mother poked her sides.

“Fine! Fine!” Luciana stopped tickling her daughter, “Where are you going? Your father won't be happy if you don't let me know.”

Y/N slumped against her mother and sighed, “Ay, it's fine máma, you know papa won't be upset for long.”

“Sadly, I don't.” her mother still managed to joke around.

Shaking her head, Y/N pulled away from her mother's hug. “I'm going to the meadow,” she grabbed the basket full of food and walked towards the door, “Julieta is waiting for me. Adiós!”

Luciana watched as her daughter skipped out of their home. Humming, she continued to slice the vegetables she was supposed to cook for lunch.

‘Who’s going to eat this?’ Luciana asked herself.

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“Hola Juli!” a voice shouted, making Julieta jump and drop the flower she was holding.

Turning around, Julieta smiled at what she saw. It was Y/N carrying a very heavy basket, which she guessed was full of food, and trying not to trip on her own feet.

“Let me help you–”

“Stop! No– I have this. You don't need to walk towards me, I'll go to you instead.” Y/N stopped Julieta.

“But–”

“No buts!” she once again interrupted Julieta.

Julieta rolled her eyes and sat down on the grass, “Fine.”

Unfortunately, with only a few feet away from Julieta, Y/N tripped and landed on her face.

“I'm okay!” came Y/N's muffled reply, making Julieta chuckle and shake her head.

“Ay, Y/N!”

“I said I'm fine.” Y/N huffed and sat up, brushing the dirt off her skirt.

“Can I go to you now?” Julieta asked.

Y/N looked up and locked eyes with Julieta before looking behind her. Mentally calculating how far they were from the town square.

“I don't know,” Y/N raised an eyebrow at Julieta, “can you?”

Smirking, Julieta grinned and think of a plan on how to surprise Y/N.

“What are you doing?” Y/N heard Julieta stand up and asked, her back facing Julieta as she fixed the mat they were going to use.

“Nothing.”

“Okay...” came Y/N's suspicious reply, yet she paid no mind to her gut and started to arrange the food on the mat.

After a few moments of silence, Y/N heard Julieta call her, and when she turned around, she was attacked by Julieta running towards her, making them both topple.

Y/N squeaked when she felt Julieta's face on the crook of her neck, her face turning red. “Ay Juli, you should've just said you wanted to hug me.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” she heard Julieta whisper.

“Well, you definitely surprised me and a couple of butterflies.” Y/N said as she saw butterflies fly near them. Julieta chuckled and embraced Y/N tighter.

“You know Juli,” Julieta hummed and pulled away slightly to look Y/N.

Y/N smiled, cupping Julieta's cheeks with her hand and guided Julieta's face closer to hers, their lips brushing together for the first time, their eyes closing as time seemed to have stopped. Pulling away, Y/N opened her eyes and saw Julieta do the same. Y/N grinned and tucked a stray hair behind Julieta's ear and whispered,

“you can always go to me.”

y'all, as you can see, i do not have any experience writing scenes like the last paragraph shown, i am so sorry

#encanto #encanto fic #julieta madrigal #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #encanto julieta #disney #you can see how inexperienced i am #at writing

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avitha · 2 years

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Disney Kids Cosplays

Hebe - Raya Claire - Ariel Mia - Mirabel Madrigal Adrien - Woody Emile - Buzz Lightyear Jamie - Kronk Ameera - Vanellope Von Schweetz Luciana - Judy Hopps Garrick - Nick Wilde Jin - Megara Stefan - Snow White Kiro - Bruno Madrgal

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mr-walkingrainbow · 2 years

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WIP Meme

Tagged by @pepa-madrigal

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hehehe my Wips (Top ones are most likely to be finished)

Agony of a Bitch (The owl house)

Putting the T in Mommy issues (911 lone star)

Got a Secret, Can you keep it (Encanto)

Down for the count, but not out just yet. (911 Lone star)

When the skies are cloudy, I’ll tuck you away in the safe space of my arms. (Encanto)

To hide from the world (Encanto)

A person only runs because they have something to run from. (Marvels Eternals)

A sniffle is all it takes. (Pffft my British Baking competition fic)

You can’t trust anyone, and yet you have to trust someone. (👀 not me writing Survivor NSFW)

Buzzcut Season (Ahhh we getting into my Charmed Reboot fics)

Funny in the Head, Funny don’t you think? (Ooo back to the owl house, with a passion fueled fic on how Lilith Regresses)

Athena Angst (if I ever get to it). (Damn not my IMMORTALS FENYX RISING FIC!)

Kisses and Red Poppies (Not my Charmed Reboot collab with my bestie Jordy 😭. Bestie remember this?)

The future, am I right? (Another Charmed Reboot fic featuring me and Jordy as Abimels kids)

Owl House Daycare (NOO! Not my Owl house fic where some bootifull human gave me a bunch of head-canons for if Lilith and Eda got turned into kids and Luz had to take care of them 🥺. I wish I remember their username)

Sleep Mi Amor, Sleep. (Yet another Charmed Reboot fic. Damn I was like, 14,000 words in too)

Riptide. (Full on sobbing, this was that Nancy Drew fic I got inspiration for randomly by seeing Bess and Odette 🥺)

Luciana, Luci. (From Fear the Walking dead. Gosh it had such potential)

A Nicolina fic (not my deadbeat old Marvels Runaways fic!)

The Greatest Oddities (Oh hey! My Greatest Showman fic!)

… damn. That was a lot.

i swear their should be more, probably didnt search hard enough.

ANYWHOOOOO! Please be a sweetie angel and comment a title! id appreciate it if my abandoned fics got the chance to see the light of day!

Henceforth, im tagging @magicman-mephistopheles , @justalittlewritingnerd , @animerunner , @rubybun , @hyxperfixations

@pepa-brainrot , @beanzykin , @strawberriesinmoominvalley , @transmazikeen , @welcometocaritas , @purple-nugget @ literally anyone else i couldnt remember for the life of me

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I’ve been sitting on this story in my head since the beginning of this year. During work I have an hour where I do nothing my listen to the over head so I draw and create stories in my head. So basically I had created a family for Bruno. All of them have gifts that aren’t necessarily useful for the town beside one. He had three children like the other triplets.

So Bruno’s wife is Luciana. They met when they were younger. Luciana was friends with the triplets throughout grade school where they affectionately called her Luz because she was their little light as the shortest in their group. Luz was raised by her father as an only child but he passed shortly after Josefina was born. In the years of knowing Bruno she only ever sought out a premonition once, when they were 16. Pepa and Julieta had been teasing her about a boy at school who was head over heels for Luz for weeks. Luz was wholeheartedly against whatever crush had blossomed in the boy and stormed into Bruno’s tower during a particularly insufferable sleepover demanding to know who she married. After Bruno’s many protests he began his vision and both of them watched in shock at her and Bruno’s wedding dawn glowing in green in front of them. The plaque of that vision was the only one not shattered, kept hung up in Luz’ bedroom. She struggled a lot after Bruno left, mostly with Josefina’s new attitude and Beto’s constant tricks. Mateo took on a lot of responsibilities that night too and Luz tried her best to relive some of the stress.

The oldest is Isa’s age, 22, and his name is Mateo. He looks the most like Luciana His gift is invisibility. He was the second grandchild to get a gift and abuela, while not knowing how it would be useful, was happy nonetheless. As a child he would randomly disappear, get triggered by hiccups or being scared. But over time he gained control of it. He’s the closest to Dolores since they’re both the most chismosos out of the family. Peppa loves him because he always spills town tea to her too. The night everything went down he turned invisible on accident and let his family know he was THERE just not there. That all went out the window when he saw Mirabel and followed her to where he was met with his dad and cousin. He had a little bit of a breakdown when he found out his dad had been living there the whole time and Bruno consoled his son the best her could.

The second oldest is Josefina but they call her Fini most of the time. She is the perfect blend of both parents. She’s 16 and her power is projecting memories. When her door appeared people didn’t really know what it was but when they entered her room, a gallery of moving paintings abuela slowly pieces it together. Her powers have to be triggered by touch and so she would hold peoples hands as a way to connect. As a child she was the happiest of all the madrigal kids. She would mostly help people in town when they needed a pick me up. She was abuelas favorite for a little bit because they would have nights where she would have memories of Pedro projected in the living room. But when Bruno left she shut herself in. She resented Abuela more than anyone and no one understood why. Shortly after he left she snuck in her mothers room while she was sleeping and triggered the memory of that night. She saw the conversation her parents had about Mirabel and how abuela asked him to see more. Fini took that as abuela having sent him away indirectly. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her skin directly and started wearing gloves to avoid any memories coming by. At one point Fini snuck into Bruno’s tower and took a bit of his sand, keeping it in a pouch around her neck. Luz walked in on her one night, right before Antonio’s gift ceremony, sitting in the dinning room in the middle of the night watching a memory of her at 4 dancing with her father. This Sprite and Ajax dancing in that one scene. Luz had a talk with her that night and it ended with them replaying their favorite memories. She also liked to show memories of their father to Beto on nights they couldn’t sleep.

Beto is the youngest, he is 9 and no one knew Luz was pregnant the night of Mirabel’s ceremony. He looks the most like Bruno. Beto’s gift was multiplying. He got along really well with Camilo and they often played pranks around town with the help of their gifts. On his door there’s three versions of him, each looking a different direction. He got lonely for the nights after moving out of the nursery, not having Mirabel to talk to. On the nights Fini didn’t come visit he would make a clone of himself to talk to. The clone couldn’t really offer much more than talking to a muero but it helped make him feel less alone. When Casita was rebuilt and his dad was back home they made up for their time apart a little more than the other kids since Beto never really got time with him that wasn’t after everyone had gone to sleep.

I made some sketches of them if y’all want to see too. I know it’s a little late in the encanto hype but I absolutely adore this movie.

#encanto #disney #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #felix madrigal #augustin madrigal

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