#I'm proud of how Dolores came out

[cartoon-lovers-world]

I'm proud of how Dolores came out

#Encanto #Isabela Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Concept art #Encanto edit #I'm proud of how Dolores came out

[adoptedmadrigal2]

The beginning

The beginning of something new. Things are gonna get wild

Pepa, Julieta and Bruno vowed they'd stay close to their home as adults. Not long after they turned 20, Pepa and Julieta both got married to their high school sweethearts Felix, and Agustin.

They both got married in 1990; Julieta just after new years on her and Agustin's five year anniversary, and Pepa that summer on her and Felix's four year anniversary.

1995 came around and they had bought a large house and were getting ready for their babies birth. Ironically both young women had gotten pregnant around the same time, about three weeks to separate them.

"Mama! What are you doing here" Julieta said as she opened the front door

"I came to bless the house before any new arrivals make their grand entrance. I have no doubts that your baby will make things dramatic. Juli do you know how much of a pain you were to birth?" Alma said as she came in and sat her bag on the counter.

"She was the dramatic one? I thought you said I was the dramatic kid," Pepa said recalling a prior conversation

"She was the dramatic birth, you were the dramatic child. There's a difference. Julieta came into this world being dramatic you never stopped pepi." Alma said

The soon to be grandmother pulled out a very old looking candle.

"This candle blessed mine and your father's house. It kept the four of us safe the night he died. It was like the house came alive just to protect us. It's now time to pass the gift along." Alma said to her three children, Felix and Gus watching from the staircase off to the side.

She placed the candle on the floor and sprinkled the top with something that resembled sugar. Then she lit it.

"what's going on?" Julieta said when the candle began to flicker.

The candle shone so brightly no one could tell what was happening, but when it dimmed once more the candle looked restored and had engravings on it.

"why are the doors glowing?" Agustin asked looking at the doors along the second story.

Pepa, Bruno and Julieta approached one of the three glowing doors.

First was Julieta who touched the knob and watched the door shine and engrave itself. The design was medicinal looking. She didn't know what it meant but waited for her siblings

Bruno went next. His door engraving an hourglass design Bruno's green eyes glowed for a moment and then a small green tablet appeared in his hand. He didn't look at it but waited for Pepa.

Pepa grasped the doorknob at last and watched as weather patterns engraved themselves, she was confused and above her head sprouted a small grey cloud.

"Bruno? What's that?" Pepa asked

"I don't know. But it says something," he told Pepa

"well? Are you gonna read it?" Julieta said impatiently

"it says 'to my children. I may not have been there to see you grow but I'm proud of how far you have come. This is a blessing for all generations of madrigal children starting with you three. To my oldest Julieta, you have the gift to heal ailments with food. My only son Bruno, you can read the future and show pieces of the past. And lastly to my little red Pepa, your mood controls the weather in whichever room you're in. I wish you the best, Pedro'" Bruno reads

"Dad?" Pepa said. The cloud above her was drizzling slightly

"Soo... I can see the future now." Bruno said

"Your father always dreamed of magic and magical abilities. When I sprinkled a touch of his ashes on the candle it miraculously brought his dreams to life for your families and furthermore." Alma told

Bruno's eyes shone green unexpectedly and another tablet showed up in his hand.

"do you want to know what you're having?" Bruno asked

"I know I'm having a boy" Julieta said

"it's a girl, I'm telling you," Agustin refuted

"team girl all the way" Pepa said, Felix nodding behind her

"you're both having girls," Bruno said.

"what?" Julieta squawked

Here's to the beginning of something wonderful to come.

Two dramatic births later and Isabela Melody, and Dolores Alayne were finally here. Ready to take on the world, and become the beginning of something beautiful.

Hope you enjoy ❤️

#bruno magridal #encanto au #encanto bruno #encanto comic #encanto disney #encanto dolores #encanto pepa #encanto #encanto fandom #modern encanto #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto antonio #encanto agustin #encanto julieta #encanto isabela #encanto camilo #encanto luisa #modern au #canon divergence #canon divergent au #im being dramatic #dramatic isabela #dramatic dolores #everyone needs a hug

[ginnyweatherby]

quick prompt idea: cool color siblings bonding time!! (platonic ofc) idea like them doing girl things together (sleepover in isa’s room?), having a tickle fight, friendly competitions w the grandkids, how the Julieta and Agustín spend time with their kids individually and all together. just some ideas, hope this helps! <3

Anon, I'm so sorry this took so long. You sent this back in February only for all my writing inspo to immediately die. I have no idea if you'll see this, but I hope it was worth the wait.

Word Count: About 1700

*****

It was the night before Mirabel's Gift ceremony, and tensions in the house were high.  No matter where you looked, someone was frantically trying to prepare for the big day.

Agustín and Félix were trying to keep their wives sane as they scurried about the kitchen (Félix more so, as frequent strings of curses passed Pepa's lips as she burned herself again), Alma was sweeping the floors and dusting the shelves, barking orders to Bruno who had run to the market at least sixteen times in the last 48 hours to collect something or another, while Dolores babysat Camilo, who was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement over his cousin's upcoming ceremony, frequently shifting from himself to Mirabel.

But while everyone else was busy doing chores and running errands, there were three people who seemed to be missing from all the excitement.

Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel herself.

Mirabel had been a nervous wreck all week.  She was excited to get her Gift, of course, but she knew with a Gift came big responsibility.  She had stayed up many nights trying to guess what her new ability would be, but she always came up blank.

Her sisters immediately picked up on her anxiety, and suggested they have a sleepover - just the three of them - in the comfort of Isabela's fluffy pink bedroom.

"So Mirabel, are you excited for your big day tomorrow?"  Isabela asked, using her fingers to delicately separate Mirabel's hair, and working it into braids.

"Of course I am!"  Mirabel said, bouncing a bit until her sister scolded her to quit squirming.

"It's gonna be so weird,"  Luisa said from her perch on Isabela's bed, swinging her legs over the edge.  "Our baby sister getting her Gift?"

"I bet it'll be something to do with your sewing,"  Isabela said, tying off one of the braids.  "You and Abuela always do such great embroidery together.  You're like, a prodigy or something."

Mirabel giggled a bit at the praise, her ears turning light pink.  "I like sewing with Abuela,"  She said simply.

"Goodness knows I've never had the patience for it,"  Isabela said, and it was true.  While Alma had taught each of the girls to sew, Isabela always ended up with crooked seams and pricked fingers.  She'd been reprimanded on more than one occasion for saying words her Abuela didn't approve of when she made a mistake.

"I liked sewing, but my fingers are always too big to thread the needle,"  Luisa said, hopping off the bed and joining her sisters in front of the mirror.  "But Mirabel, everything you make turns out perfect."

"I just want to make my family proud,"  Mirabel said simply, as Isabela finished the other braid.  She hopped off the vanity seat and gestured for Luisa to sit so that she could have her hair done as well.

"That's all any of us want,"  Luisa said, as Isabela started running a comb through her hair.

Mirabel opened her mouth to reply but there was suddenly a knock on the door.  All three girls turned toward it, Isabela shouting for whoever was on the other side to come in.

"Hello ladies,"  The door was pushed open by their papa, holding a tray of cookies in his arms.  "Mami thought you might be getting hungry, since you all ran off without much dinner."

"We were just excited, Papi!"  Mirabel bounded over to him, squeezing his leg.  "We haven't had a sleepover in forever!"

Agustín laughed, as he moved farther into the room, placing the tray on Isabela's bedside table, before lifting Mirabel into his arms.  "Well, I certainly don't want to interrupt your sister time,"  He said.  "I like your hair like this, amor!  Did you do this, Isa?"

Isabela nodded, putting a flower in Luisa's hair as a final touch.  "I like doing their hair.  I'll do yours next time."

Agustín chuckled, placing Mirabel back on the floor, before running a hand through his hair.  "I'll hold you to it.  But for now, I think your mamá needs me.  She's going to work herself silly if I don't tell her to call it a night."

With a kiss for each of them, he left the room - but not before snagging a cookie for himself with a wink.

"Can we do nails next!?"  Mirabel bounced over to the shelf Isabela kept her - rather expansive - nail polish collection on.  "I want to look pretty for my ceremony tomorrow!"

The three girls each picked out a color and took turns painting each other's nails as they talked.  Mirabel chose turquoise (her favorite color), Luisa red (to go with her hair bow) and Isabela lavender (to match her favorite dress).

They chatted about their days, Luisa's chores, how annoying Camilo had been ever since his own Gift ceremony, constantly imitating them just to get on their nerves.

It was getting late by the time their nails were dried, but the girls weren't ready to sleep just yet.  They were having too much fun.

"Let's play a game,"  Luisa suggested.  "Truth or Dare?"

"Ooh, okay!"  Mirabel said, rubbing her tiny hands together.  "Luisa - Truth or Dare?"

"Dare,"  Luisa said, as she always did.

Mirabel tapped her chin in thought, looking around the room.  Her eyes fell on the small pond in the corner, where Isabela practiced making water lilies.

"I dare you to jump in the pond."

"But it's cold!"  Luisa protested.

"Are you too chicken to play Truth or Dare?"  Isabela leaned in, elbowing her sister.

"No,"  Luisa said, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms.  "No, I'll do it."

Without another word, Luisa stood and marched over to the pond, before bracing herself and plunging in.

After a moment, she emerged with a gasp, soaked from head to toe, with a lily pad stuck to her hair.  "Isaaaa, why isn't this thing heated?"

"It's not meant for swimming, silly!"  Isabela said.  "Besides, I can't control the water, just the plants."

Luisa made her way back to where her sisters sat, as they giggled at her disheveled appearance.  Casita threw a towel from the hook on the wall in her direction, which Luisa gratefully accepted.

"Okay my turn,"  She said, as she squeezed water from her hair.  "Isabela - Truth or Dare?"

Isabela thought for a moment.  "Mmm, Truth."

A small smirk crossed Luisa's lips.  "Isa… have you ever kissed anyone?"

She and Mirabel both leaned in, as Isabela's cheeks burned scarlet.  "Luisa!"

"You're not chicken, are you?"  Luisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not,"  Isabela spluttered, crossing her arms.  "But if you must know, then yes.  I have."

Both her sisters' jaws dropped, and a gasp and groan was heard outside the door.  Of course their father had to choose that moment to walk past her room on his way to the bathroom.

"Who!?"  Luisa and Mirabel shouted in unison.

"I shouldn't kiss and tell…"  Isabela said mysteriously, a smirk on her lips.

"Aww, come on, Isa!"  Luisa whined.

"Nope!"  Isabela said, turning to the youngest of the three.  "Besides, it's Mirabel's turn!  Truth or Dare."

"Truth,"  Mirabel said.

"Hmm, alright…"  Isabela mused.  "What is your biggest fear?"

Mirabel thought for a moment.  "Probably not getting a Gift."

"What?"  Luisa gasped.

"That's ridiculous!"  Isabela said at the same time.

"Hey, you're not supposed to tease me,"  Mirabel pouted, her lower lip jutting out.

"Sorry Mira, it's just… not what we expected,"  Luisa said, patting her younger sister's shoulder.  "We thought you'd say spiders or something."

"Yeah, of course you'll get a Gift,"  Isabela said, rolling her eyes.

"I know but… it's still scary,"  Mirabel said, before letting out a large yawn.

"Uh oh, are you getting sleepy?"  Isabela asked.

"No… I'm…"  Mirabel yawned again.  "Well, maybe a little."

Isabela took Mirabel's hand and the three of them climbed into her bed.  It was big enough for all of them to fit, albeit a tight squeeze.

"We don't have to sleep yet, but let's just get comfy,"  Isabela said, pulling the blankets over them.

"Yeah, we have to stay up all night!"  Mirabel said.

"Of course!"  Luisa agreed, snuggling deeper under the covers.

The three girls continued to talk for awhile, until Mirabel fell asleep, nestled in the middle. Isabela and Luisa chatted a bit more, but before either of them knew it, all three girls were snoring peacefully.

-

"You don't suppose they're still awake, do you?"  Julieta asked, as she and Agustín ascended the stairs together.  It was rather late, their preparations for the following day bringing them into the wee hours of the morning.

"I hope not,"  Agustín said, taking her hand and clasping their fingers together.  "Or else we'll have three cranky little girls to deal with in the morning."

Julieta chuckled, before softly opening the door to Isabela's room.  Stubs of candles left the room dimly lit, just enough for them to see all three of their girls tucked in bed together.  Isabela's limbs were splayed across the mattress like a starfish ("she sleeps just like you, Agustín!"), Luisa covered up to her nose in the quilt, and Mirabel had somehow found her way upside down, with her head at the foot of the bed.

"They're getting so grown up,"  Julieta said, pulling a spare blanket from the closet and laying it across Mirabel, before removing her glasses and laying them gently on the nightstand.  "Our baby is getting her Gift in just a few hours, can you believe it?"

"I can't,"  Agustín said, going around the room, blowing out the candles one by one.  "But they'll always be our babies, yeah?"

"Yeah,"  Julieta agreed fondly, brushing a strand of hair from Isabela's face, who only twitched in her sleep at the touch.  "They're so peaceful when they sleep."

"Shame they can't be this quiet all the time," Agustín teased, joining her beside the bed.

They watched their girls sleep for awhile, before Agustín squeezed Julieta's shoulder.  "We really should get some sleep ourselves, you know.  Busy day tomorrow."

Julieta sighed, nodding her head.

They both placed a kiss on each of the girls' foreheads, before taking one another's hands and walking out the door.

"Goodnight, you three,"  Julieta whispered, shutting the door softly behind them.

"Amor,"  Agustín said, as they made their way back to their own bedroom.

"Hmm?"

"Did you know Isabela was kissing boys already?"

#i have no idea if truth or dare is a historically accurate game but it's a sleepover so they're going to play it!!!! #disney #encanto #encanto fanfic #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #otp: ay agustín #encanto fan fiction #weatherby writes #random ramblings #ask #anonymous

[just-kit-ink]

How did Kitty celebrate her graduation? I'm certain she celebrated it with her dad, but she also has Roger and Eddie, and even the Toon Patrol too. Did Kitty try to bring everyone together to celebrate? Or did she just have separate little events with each of her loved ones? (I'm betting the latter. I'm sorry Kitty, but I don't have faith in anybody being able to bring Roger and the weasels all in one group together XD)

//What a great question!

Kitty passed her graduation with flying colours which impressed her teachers as she struggled at the beginning of her first year with anger, sadness and a disillusionment at the way her fellow animation peers saw Toons. She donned her cap (with some difficulty due to her hair) and recieved her degree from a prestigious animation director whom himself had graduated from the Hucklberry Institute. A Toon professor also turned up (he stood on books up at the podium because he's quite short.) She shook hands with both, had her photo snapped and smiled brighter than she ever has. Her father clapped the loudest of course and took lots of photos of his own but you're right in that others showed up to the graduation ceremony - Eddie and Dolores were in the front row! Everyone wanted to talk to Eddie, he was very well-known in his day after all but he was incredibly humble about it insisting today was about the graduates. He did shake a few hands at the reception though. At this point he was getting frailer and Dolores sometimes needed to help him walk as his knees would shake. Kitty thanked them both for coming as she came in and gave her father a big hug who whispered to her "You're mother would be so proud."

A couple of days later she recieved a phone call. There was static at first and then a lot of babbling.

"Hello?"

"...augagisi"

"...Huh?"

"...sigiisugu Am I through, Kitty is that you?"

"Roger! Is that you!"

"I heard ya passed everything and Jessica and I just wanted to send our congratulations!"

"Oh thanks so much it was...kinda overwhelming."

"Your Dad sent us the photos, you were lit up like a kid at Christmas! I really really hope this means we'll get to work together again!"

"Yeah me too! Hey are you ok the signal is a bit weird."

"Yeah I got one'a those fancy new celluar phones with the big antenna," aside "am I holdin' right Jessie?"

She probably gains the favour of other Toons she meets post-ceremony. Cartoons are always happy to meet new graduates!

(As for the Toon Patrol, I don't think they find out for a while after. They don't usually care what humans get up to and it's not like any of them have ever graduated anything. Smartass probably sends her a congratulatory basket with wine and her favourite candy.)

#marinerainbow #kitty hawkins #glen hawkins #eddie valiant #dolores #toon patrol #who framed roger rabbit #who framed roger rabbit/tooniverse

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Okay you said Pepa wanted Felix shirtless during her baby shower....now I NEED that story please!

You know, I should expect that you guys want EVERY detail in some of these asks. Don't get me wrong, i love that you guys want these, but this was such a throwaway line, i gotta fucking, make up how this happened-

"You must be SO proud, Pepa! Giving your husband a son! I WISH I could do that!"

Pepa wasn't gonna lie, she LOVED being pregnant, especially with the first Madrigal grandson. Not only was she treated like an absolute queen, not only was she A FINE pregnant woman, but she had a one up on Julieta, just for ONCE. Just for today, it was about HER. Sure, Julieta was going to have her shower next week, but that didn't matter. Today, it was rainbows and rain, nothing else. Pepa gave a dismissive wave of her hand at her friends, as if this wasn't a big deal.

"Not everyone can have sons, hell, I had a beautiful daughter beforehand. But here I am! Not that I'm bragging. Well. Maybe a little."

She earned bragging rights though. She, at least for today, deserved the whole world. Rosario chuckled, plopping one of the gift boxes on her lap.

"Come on, enough preening! Open my gift!"

She had someone grab her glass of wine (it was non alcoholic, she just liked to pretend she was off her ass) as she opened the gift. It looked like some bag of some kind. It was yellow/orange, like the parties theme.

"And this is?"

"It's a changing bag. In case you can't make it home and you have to change him right away. I made it kinda big for when it's Félix's turn."

Ah, Félix. The man that put the baby in her to begin with. She loved this fucking man, and hearing him being mentioned immediately made her wanna see him. Knowing Dolores was playing at her friend's house, she cupped her hands around her mouth, and called out to Félix.

"Félix!! Ven aquí por favor!"

Félix came in a moment later, trays of drinks and snacks in hand.

"Ladies. Pepa, everything okay?"

"Si- look at what Rosario got for us!"

"Oh a changing bag-did you make this? Gracias, it's beautiful. But not as beautiful as you, Pepita~"

Of COURSE her friends 'awwwed' when he leaned in to kiss her forehead. She had the BEST husband, she deserved to show him off. She really, really did. An evil idea popped in her head, and she put on just the sweetest face she could muster.

"Félix, you love me, right?"

"More than ANYTHING. Why, what does Papi have to do for you?"

"Take off your shirt."

Félix raised a brow, clearly confused.

"We have guests though?"

"Come on, I wanna see TITS."

Her other friend, Maria, who was just THRASHED at this point, chimed in. Of course, that set everyone off, making them bark and beg for him to take it off. Félix, ever the people pleaser, sighed as he nodded.

"Okay, okay. I'm never one to disappoint women."

Félix was such a good sport about this, she loved it to absolute tears. He took off his shirt, clearly getting a big head as her friends cheered him on (though Pepa had to swat at Maria as she threw a peso at him, yelling at him to 'keep going'. This slut, she loved her), absolutely enthralled by the sight of a shirtless man. He knelt down to Pepa for his long over due kiss, and she grinned as she snatched his shirt from him.

"Just so you won't try to cover up. I wanna make all my friends so goddamn jealous by the end of this."

It was all in good fun though, totally. Félix was trying not to laugh at this craziness, but it was very difficult. It got even worse when Agustín walked in, since he had agreed to help clean. Another one of her friends tugged at his shirt, cackling like mad.

"I want this one too! He's cute!"

"I'm sorry- Félix is way cuter!"

"Why are we pitting two bad bitches together?"

Her friends were a fucking mess when they were drunk. Agustín tried to ignore it as he tried to refill their drinks, only to drop like half the bottle of wine on one of her friends.

"Dios- I'm so sorry!"

Félix sighed as he handed her a towel.

"I told you to let ME handle the drinks, bro. So sorry, Sofia."

"No no, Agustín wanted to get me wet, it's working~"

"Oh you WHORE!"

Pepa laughed, trying but failing to lean over and shove her friend. She was pretty far along, movement was difficult. Even Félix had to laugh as he patted his back, trying to help the guy recover from his embarrassment.

"Sorry bro-you know what it's like with married guys."

"What does that mean?"

"Ladies see a ring on your finger- automatically you're a thousand times sexier. It's like, a law."

"You know what else should be a law, no shirtless guys at this fucking party!"

Pepa was trying not to laugh herself to tears. Oh poor Agustín, at the mercy of these drunk, crazy women, all because he married her sister. Pepa pouted as she took back her glass to have a sip.

"Come on Agustín, just this once, for my friends? Por favor?"

Félix nudged his friend's side.

"I'd do it for YOUR wife's babyshower."

"Please don't actually."

"Then help a guy out- happy wife happy life, man."

Agustín, always known for being roped into Félix's shenanigans, sighed.

"Fine, fine. That's MY shower gift then, I don't have to buy you anything. Which is great, because I did, but I accidentally broke it on the way here."

Her friends clapped and hollored as Agustín took off his shirt, folding them neatly as he stood there, shirtless.

"This is the best fucking baby shower I've ever been to!"

"Sus pezones son tan rosados! It's so cute!"

Agustín was trying not to be embarrassed at such comments, but honestly, the ones for Félix were MUCH worse (or better, since he loved knowing he was considered FINE to her friends). Pepa snorted as she lightly nudged Agustín.

"Sorry, my friends are crazy. Get me another gift though, please, it's hard to move."

Agustín was thankfully not too embarrassed to help her (he had his own pregnant wife to care for, but he treated her SO well during her own pregnancy, it was so sweet. Genuinely Julieta picked a good one) and hand her a gift. It was enough of a distraction for him, at least. The gifts were so lovely- toy chameleon, a few story books, a couple of outfits. Her friends were just so considerate, and Agustín and Félix were so sweet, patiently dealing with her frisky friends.

Then fate decided karma was due, and due immediately. Bruno walked in, carrying a large box in his hands. It seemed heavy, given how it damn near broke the table as he put it down.

"You got a gift for you outside, Pepa. Think it's from the friend that said she couldn't make it and...why are they shirtless?"

"Same reason YOU should be!"

Oh no. Félix was her idea, Agustín was a bit suspicious, but NOT her baby brother, that was the final straw.

"No no, not Bruno, we are NOT doing Bruno-"

"I wanna do Bruno!~"

Bruno yelped as one of her friends leaned over to pinch his ass, clearly loving his reaction. She thought Félix would get him out of here. But no. Her husband thought it was just hilarious to NOT follow common sense.

"Bruno, you gonna say no to all these ladies? Come on, don't be rude! Your body isn't as bad as you think man, and I've seen it."

"Félix please stop telling everyone you've seen my brother naked."

"No no, Pepa, I wanna hear about it!"

Pepa groaned into her hands, both incredibly amused, and in AGONY.

"Oh my god can someone please get Bruno out of here-"

"I want shirtless Bruno!"

"But he's creepy!"

"And? I wanna see some creepy fucking nips!"

Dear god someone help her, this had turned into just a mess. Bruno stood there, absolutely embarrassed and flustered from the sudden spotlight.

"Uh, that's. Uhm. Sweet? But I'd really rather not. Pepa can I uh, go?"

"Yes- someone please get my baby brother out of here."

Félix shrugged, clearly not getting the reserved nature of their friend here. Agustín, a bit eager to leave himself, helped get a VERY flustered Bruno out of there (poor thing had to lift the hood over his head to try to cover his face). All her friends groaned at not getting their wishes, and Félix whispered to Pepa.

"Your friends are fucking nuts, Pepa."

"No they want fucking, AND nuts, huge difference."

She was a little proud of the grin that brought to his face, honestly. Félix, ever wanting what was best for her, held onto her hand, and kissed it.

"Would me dancing shirtless in front of your friends save your party?"

"It's not too much?"

"To show off that I'm the sexiest man in this room? Not at all. ESPECIALLY if it makes mi mami happy."

He was even sweet enough to use his arm to shield her from the raindrops starting to fall from above.

"I love you so much. It's an honor to carry YOUR son, Félix. And it's an honor to suck your dick after this."

"God you're an incredible woman~"

He kissed her nose, then her bump, before getting up on the table, and posing.

"YOU LADIES WANT A SHOW OR WHAT?!"

THAT got these drunk bitches just FERAL, crying out and whooping and hollering. Pepa sat there, eating snacks off her bump, drinking her mock wine, and watching as her husband became the envy of her friends.

And Pepa couldn't have made more rain and rainbows for the life of her.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #then Abuela came in to see this #and said she'd pray for them #listen not their fault i too would like a nice drink and to see Félix shirtless and covered in rain dancing on a table

[toaverse]

What More is Out there? (song)

After writing Encanto's version of Unleash the Magic, I wanted to do What More is out there? but with, of course, Mira! And I figured that it would fit her story in the modern AU perfectly! So here we are!

Note: This takes place before Mira told the family about her dreams at dinner...

Enjoy!

-

Mirabel steps out of her math class, closing the classroom door behind her.

Apparently, La directora wants to see her, most likely because her grades are slipping…

Mirabel walks through the halls, passing the lockers. When two of her peers nearly ran into her, Mira is forced to step aside for them. As she does, the two teens glare at her, obviously pissed at her for getting in their way…

Mirabel can’t help but look saddened, wishing to have at least one friend to hang out and talk with, but she doesn’t. She’s all alone…

It has always been like that. At school, but especially at home…

“They’ve walked through all these halls before.” Mirabel states, obviously refering to her family, her more amazing and talented family… “They’ve been in and out of every door…”

Mirabel looks out of a window inside a classroom, seeing the teacher explain math on the board she doesn’t understand. The moment doesn’t last long, as one of the students pulls the curtains down, giving her a look of annoyance…

“There’s nothing in this school that they don’t know. In every class their grades the best, the highest score on every test...”Mirabel says, feeling dumb compared to her family. She remembers how proud Isabela was when she came home with an A for her biology test, or how Tía Pepa constantly brags about Dolores’, Camilo’s and her own excellent grades back in high school… “So I think that means it’s time for me to go..."

Mirabel can't help but look saddened as she continues walking, thinking about her family and how talented they are compared to her...

"I know there’s more that’s out there, and I just haven’t found it yet.” Since she discovered embroidery, Mirabel always wanted to create and make traditional Colombian clothing as her job, in the land of opportunity. “I know there’s more that’s out there. Another me I haven’t met.”

Mirabel walks to the center of the school, where it’s quite busy. She has to step aside or dodge her peers multiple times, while they give her a nasty look. She’s always in the way…

“This school is full of people. But still, I don't belong..." Mirabel states sadly. She just doesn't fit in, at school or at home... "They only dream of status. They look at me like something's wrong."

Noticing a few girls giving her nasty looks, Mirabel quickly gets out of the way, heading towards the stairs.

It reminds her of the looks her Abuela, Isabela and Tía Pepa always give her whenever she's basically near them.

"Maybe I'm better off alone..." Mirabel says saddened. Well, she's already alone. She doesn't have any friends because none of her peers like her, and Camilo stays away from her and has his own friends. Even if Mirabel did have at least one friend, she could never hang out after school because she always has to go straight to her Tía's house to babysit Antonio... "Will I find what I'm looking for if I just do it on my own?"

Well, it really seems like it, since her family often forgets she's there or purposely leave her out of stuff, depends on who it is...

"I know there's more that's out there, something to fill this hole inside." Mirabel says as she walks up the first set of stairs. Ever since she discovered her love for embroidery, she wanted to make it her job, her career, and she had always imagined being outside of Colombia. Specifically, in the land of opportunity. "I know there's more that's out there, and I'm not afraid to try."

Yes, Mirabel is willing to try to achieve her dreams, and she can only hope for her family's support...

"There's only so much this land can offer, and I'm not saying that it's wrong." She says as she walks up the second set of stairs. "But I know there's more that's out there, 'cause I've been searching all along."

There are places outside of Colombia. Countries that offer more educational opportunities, that have different cultures and different people. And Mira wants to visit them someday.

"Beyond these rooms, beyond these walls." In all honesty though, Mirabel also just wants to leave this school. Yes, the rest of her family (except her papá) have attended this school as well and graduated here, but she has nothing. No friends, no popularity, no excellent grades... "So much to learn, I can't see it all."

A pang of optimism hits Mirabel, becoming more hopeful.

"There's something out there calling me!" She sings, looking forward to her future. "And it's a mystery that I can't wait to see!"

She walks up the last set of stairs towards La directora's office, far more confident than when she was before.

"Because I know there's more that's out there. Another place, another way." Mirabel sings, feeling hopeful. At this moment, her average grades don't matter, her family's treatment of her doesn't matter. She finally looks forward to her future, seeing her dreams in it. "And I know there's more that's out there."

She can only hope her family will support her...

"And I'll find out some day!"

#disney modern au #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto au #antonio madrigal

[waitingonavision]

how abouuut 9 and/or 10 for all fics (since some don't have dialogue, or just pic one fic randomly if that's too many haha)? 13 and 15 for comfortable truths? :D

Ohey! I can do #9 and #10 for all fics! 'Cuz why the heck not. (:3<

From the Fanfic Ask Meme:

9. Favorite line(s) of dialogue? 10. Favorite line(s) of prose?

Man, that parenthetical “s” is dangerous...

From "Pancita"—There are actually a bunch I'm proud of, but anyway:

dialogue: “I- I have my querida hermana mayor to thank for it, don’t I? Well, todos. Our family, I mean. But I feel like you’ve worked the hardest of all, Juli.” There’s an unmistakable tenderness in his voice. “To make sure I got this gut.” — Bruno, you adorkable doof. I wrote this line relatively early... it just went through a few tweaks to make it sound more like him.

prose: Bruno had given a cautious nod, color dawning across his face as they stood by a table in the church’s small kitchen; puppy eyes flicking about the space and hands fidgeting, while his sister peered at the entire state of him, paused to brush her fingertips across the front of his shirt, against his belly. — Sue me, I like long sentences 🥲

From "Comfortable Truths":

dialogue prose: Although he has no intention of retiring his ruana, whose faithful—obscuring, bulking, securing—service he’s employed nearly his entire life, Bruno might even be okay with, someday… maybe, trying to walk into town without slouching beneath it. Just let it enfold him without overthinking how it’s going to outline the discernible soft roundedness of his middle. — Oh, Bruno...

prose: Not that anything would ever stop Pepa from hoisting him into the air. — Hehe. True though.

From "Nothing, & Everything" (Julieta and Bruno):

dialogue: “It already is, Juli.” — *sighs* *cries* This whole drabble/Julieta and Bruno's exchange was an early idea.

prose: Her brother, who appears more pinched and thinner than ever; who looks at her with a heart-clenching mix of unabated love and unfathomable sorrow, out of eyes that still contain a spark of fire in their depths. — 🥺

From "Telling, & Time" (Bruno and Antonio):

dialogue: “…Can you tell me a story, Tío?” Bruno cocks his head at that, eyes softening further. “‘Course, kiddo.” — I love them.

prose: The diminutive, recently minted six-year-old giggles from where he’s latched onto Bruno’s side. As his laughter trails off, he begins to shuffle in place a little, swishing the ruana he has grasped in his hands. I get that, kid, Bruno can’t help but think over the next several seconds of quiet fidgeting. — Shy li'l Antonio 🥺 Goes with (before) the dialogue I chose.

From "Rise, & Fall" (Bruno and Alma):

dialogue prose: Because one more desperate glance, a word, and he knows he would have caved—would have spilled, like so much sand, what he’d seen; allowed a little girl to fall when it always should have been him. — *distress face*

prose: His mamá’s eyes have aged, and her body is chilled from the night air and the jewel-toned river. When she hugs him, it is every part of himself splintering, mending, in a single instant. — Me crying while writing this entire ficlet...

From "Full Hearts, & Full Belly" (Dolores and Bruno)—Ngl, this fic is one of my faves; I felt like punching the air when I finished it:

dialogue: “So then eat, Tío Bruno,” she whispers, not at all unkindly. “Because I don’t ever want to hear you going hungry again.” — I really like all the dialogue in this one, tbh...

prose: It’s the sixth he’s received in the past two hours. (The first had been given to him by Mirabel, innocent enough. Then came two from Julieta, who sat with him until he finished everything; one from Agustín, with a warm, if slightly shrewd, smile; while the last one was delivered by an apologetic Luisa, the package looking deceptively modest in her hand.) — Alright, Julieta’s being a tad sneaky, haha. Still above board, though! Bruno 100% knows what she and family are trying to do.

From "Good, & True" (Bruno and Julieta):

dialogue prose: Suddenly, Julieta is holding Bruno’s face and bombarding it with kisses: mushing her lips against the concerning little juts of his cheekbones and the persistent squishes of flesh below them that make him appear younger than he is, interspersing these smooches with pecks to his forehead and the nose that her babies had all loved to grab. — Squishy cheeks :3

prose: But here are the pinpoints of pressure on his skin, steadying; so familiar and loving that they bring him through the flash of panic. — I’m so weak for these two siblings.

From “Whatever You Knead”:

dialogue prose: So the larger man starts to press his own fingers into Bruno’s love handles, beneath his shirt, nudging out little crescent patterns with his thumbs. — It’s the “little crescent patterns” bit. Like, can’t ya just picture/feel it (hopefully, if I’ve done my job)...

prose: When he receives a gentle suck on his lower lip, Emilio slowly works his way inward, pinching at the softer padded flesh of his partner’s tummy. Bruno’s hands splay for a moment against Emilio’s broad chest before lifting up to cradle the sides of his jaw, drawing their mouths even closer together as the baker continues to mold and shape his belly. — Choosing this chunk of text that is 1/4 of the whole story really makes me appreciate how short it is, haha.

The next two questions are for "Comfortable Truths":

13. How many drafts did the work go through?

I didn’t keep track exactly... I felt like one long, continuous draft, though! I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to write and how it should feel, so a lot of it did just flow once I started writing. You, @seanettlles, saw one of the drafts! :D The part where Bruno’s thinking about how he might go into town one day with a bit more confidence was a late(r) addition; I’m glad I put it in.

15. What were you most worried about during the composition?

Probably just my usual fears... I felt really nervous posting the AO3 link on Tumblr! ...At one point, I think I did sort of wonder whether I should post it at all... That maybe it was too... indulgent?

I always tend to worry about “grounding” my stories, which is kind of subjective? Things have to at least come from weighted (not a pun) and rooted foundation, like the emotions and all. ...Sounds serious, but it’s not really supposed to be ;;; I’m waffling at this point. Anyway. I like how “Comfortable Truths” came out. Exploring Bruno’s, well, comfort with his recovery and where the weight has settled was really satisfying. I doubt he feels this way all the time, ‘cuz he’s still very much on a journey and also sensitive (the voice I gave him in the fic has that touch of self-deprecation)... but I also wanted to give him a moment of peace with himself. He deserves to rest and feel good about the journey, and himself!

Feel free to send me a number for the Fanfic Ask Meme! All of my fics are fair game!

#asks #ask game #encanto #my writing #stuff i've posted #fic: pancita #fic: comfortable truths #fic: nothing & everything #fic: telling & time #fic: rise & fall #fic: full hearts & full belly #fic: good & true #collection: seeing & being seen #fic: whatever you knead #oh balls i really do write long sentences

[jmaster13]

The Case of the Missing Toons

Dear Jacob,

I was surprised when I heard you wanted to be a detective like me. After what happened to your dad, I thought you would hate toons. Well, I am sad to tell you that I am retiring. That last case took a lot out of me. I'm leaving with Dolores to a warmer climate. However, I will leave the office for you to take over. Here is the key. Good luck, you are going to need it.

Love,

Uncle Eddie

Jacob folded the letter up and stood gazing at the door. The name Valiant and Valiant stared at him, searing into his brain. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door, it creaked as he slowly opened it. He took a few steps in and scoped out the room. It was a bit dusty, Eddie hadn't been in there for a couple of months. Jacob took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He needed the office to look as good as new. He cleared out some boxes full of old memorabilia such as photos of his dad Teddy and his Uncle Eddie when they were younger.

Jacob spent a week going through old case records learning what he could about every toon on file. Years of work his dad and Uncle did, he was quite proud of them. But still, Jacob needed to make a name for himself. Since Eddie left, no one knew the office was back up and running. He needed a way in so toons would come to him the way they came to his seniors. When the office was ready, Jacob called his uncle for advice. They only advice he would give is "go see the new head of Maroon Cartoons." Jacob followed this advice and hitched a cab to the studios.

Jacob was nervous, he wasn't sure how he would be able to get in to see the head. When he approached the gates to the studio, he was stopped by one of the guards. "What's your name?" the guard asked, looking at a clipboard. Jacob gulped and took a deep breath.

“Jacob Valiant, Detective of the stars." He said with confidence. "I'm here to see Clayton Ashmore." The guard skimmed the clipboard searching for his name. His finger paused on a name, he looked up at Jacob. Jacob gave a meek smile at him.

"Okay, Mr. Ashmore is expecting you." Jacob's eyes grew wide in astonishment. The gate rose, and the guard waved him through. Jacob marched on through the gate and into the lot.

He was taken aback by all the hustle and bustle that was going on. Toons walking from one studio to the next. Prop guys carrying in crates shipped from the ACME factory. He was in total heaven.

It took him a while, but he soon found Mr. Ashmore's office. He entered the office and strolled up to the receptionist's desk. Her chair was turned away from the door, but he could hear her typing away. He cleared his throat, and the typing stopped. The chair slowly turned around, and Jacob's jaw almost hit the floor. A toon was sitting in the chair. She was stunning, all clad in purple. Her chocolate-colored hair was done up in a ribbon. The final touch was her cat's eyeglasses to make her look like a secretary. She smiled sweetly at Jacob. "May I help you?" She inquired. Jacob stood there, stammering for a moment. She just giggled. Jacob finally remembered his name. "I'm Jacob Valiant." He said with a sly smile. He was trying to recover with a smooth persona. "I'm here to see Mr. Ashmore." The toon looked at some notes on her desk.

"Oh yes, your uncle called and told us you would be arriving." She gestured to the other side of the room. "Please have a seat, and Clayton will be with you shortly." She rose from her desk and began to walk to the office doors, but stop and turned to Jacob. "I'm Lavender, by the way." She said with a wink, "If you need anything, just ask." She knocked on the doors and entered Clayton's office, shutting the door behind her. Jacob sat in a chair, waiting patiently. His leg bounced nervously as he adjusted his tie. Soon Lavender came back out of the office. "Clayton will see you now." She stated. Jacob practically jumped up from his chair, knocking over an ashtray stand. He nervously laughed as he went to pick it up. Lavender giggled again. "It's okay, I got that. You should go in." Jacob nodded and darted past Lavender into the office.

Clayton was sitting behind a large desk. He bounced off his chair and ran to greet Jacob.

"Hiya Jake, can I call you Jake?" Clayton enthusiastically shook Jacob's hand. "When your uncle called and told us you were taking over the business, I was happy to hear that. We need Someone that looks out for toons. After what happened to R.K. Maroon and Marvin Acme, people just don't trust toons anymore." He gestured to a seat in front of the giant desk, Jacob sat down, and Clayton went back to his chair behind his desk. He looked to be a mile away. "When I took over this studio, a lot of the crew members were hesitant to work with toons again. Figures it takes one bad toon to kill two people, then all toons are blamed."

“Three people," Jacob said quietly. "That toon also killed my father." Clayton frowned at that news.

"Sorry to hear that." Clayton adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "Anyway, I helped the citizens of Toontown pass a new law prohibiting any toon from physically harming a human. An anvil is dropped on some guy on the street; he just gets flattened and doesn't get hurt or die." Jacob nodded, pretending to understand what Clayton was saying. "So, you are here to let the toons know that they can come to you if they are in trouble?"

"Oh, yes." Jacob perked up in his seat. "I want them to know they can trust me just like they did my dad and uncle."

Clayton smiled at Jacob, he slid a file across the desk. Jacob picked it up. He began to read the file. "I need Someone I can trust too. I am nothing like my predecessor. He was a jerk to everyone and hated toons unless that made him money. I believe humans and toons should coexist." Clayton once more stood up from his chair and walked around it. He sat on the edge of it across from Jacob. "Take Lavender for example. No one wanted her in their pictures. She needed work, and I need a secretary. She is such a good person." Jacob was deep into the file he was reading, and Clayton pushed the file down to make sure he had Jacob's attention. "I just want to make sure all toons are well behaved when in the city, so humans don't start to hate them. That could ruin this business." Jacob agreed and shook Clayton's hand. As he left Clayton's office, he spotted Lavender typing away. She glanced at him and gave him a coy smile. He smiled back and tripped over the ashtray again. This time he fell to the floor with it, and one of his shoes flew off. Lavender laughed hysterically.

The case Clayton gave Jacob was a simple one. Woody Woodpecker went missing a few days ago. His new picture is on hold until he is found, which is costing the studio money. Jacob started by looking in Woody's trailer. Nothing seemed out of place, but Jacob knew that there was something there he could feel it. After all, it was the last place Woody was seen. Jacob closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened his eye again, he noticed that his deep breaths blew some mail off the table.

He went to clean up the mess he made when he noticed a small torn piece of paper stuck under the leg of the table. It had two words writing on it, Ajax Corporation. Jacob remembered in the files he read in his office Ajax was a lesser-known brand that competed with ACME. They weren’t in business anymore, but the building still stands. He left the trailer and ran out to the front of the studio. He tried desperately to hail a cab. After whistle and waving didn't work, he stuck out his thumb. Suddenly in a flash, a yellow blur raced towards Jacob. It screeched to a halt right in front of him, barely missing his toes. It was Benny the cab. Jacob heard stories about him, from his uncle. "So, do you need a ride, or are you going to gawk at me all day?" Benny asked brashly. Jacob hopped into Benny and asked him to take him to the Ajax building.

Benny took off like a shot swerving in and out of traffic, yelling at other drivers, and going well over the speed limit. It didn't take long for them to reach the Ajax building. Benny slammed on his brakes, causing Jacob to catapult from the vehicle. "And that's why you should always wear a seat belt, dumb ass." Benny snarked. Jacob got off the ground and dusted himself off.

“Could you wait here for me?" Jacob asked Benny. Benny grumbled but agreed. Jacob snuck up to one of the windows and peered inside. Nothing seemed amiss, except that the building had been abandoned for years. Jacob then walked to the door and carefully pulled the handle. It opened with ease. It didn't squeak or get stuck. It was as if Someone had taken care of the door. Jacob entered the building quietly, staying in the shadows keeping everything in his sights. He soon noticed a light on in one of the rooms. He carefully entered the room. In the middle of the room stood a card table, a folding chair, and a floor lamp. Jacob walked over to the table and saw a few files on it. He opened one, and it was filled papers with gibberish written on them. Jacob opened the next one and found a colored cell of Woody Woodpecker. He thought that was odd. It was sandwiched in between too heavy black pieces of paper. He almost didn't see it until one of the black pieces blew a little bit in a small breeze.

"Wait, we are in the middle of a building," Jacob questioned himself. "Where did that breeze come from?" Jacob looked around the room looking for a vent or something when he was startled by a pair of fiery red eyes lurking in the shadows. The eyes moved closer to Jacob. A figure started to emerge from the shadows wearing a black pin-striped suit and fedora. The face was pitch black, minus the eyes. He couldn't make out any facial features. The eyes glared at Jacob with so much hatred he could feel them burning into his soul.

“What are you doing here?" The figure demanded. Its voice was raspy and distorted. Jacob began to worry that this figure was Doom come back to life. Jacob panicked and grabbed the cell of Woody for some odd reason and fled the office. The figure gave chase. Jacob seemed to be faster than the figure and was soon flying out the door and leaping into Benny.

"Drive now!" Jacob shouted. Benny sped away at full speed. Jacob looked behind them to see if that figure had a car and was following them, thankfully no. However, since Benny was flying down the road, he caught the attention of a police officer. Benny soon led that Officer on a high-speed chase through the city. The Officer was not giving up, so Benny took a sharp turn near the city dump. The Officer's car slid and flipped into the landfill. It rolled a bit before coming to a stop in the car crusher. The machine activated and crushed the police cruiser into a rectangular cube with the Officer inside. The machine spits out the crushed car with the Officer's legs sticking out the bottom with his face in the front. He managed to scurry to the front of the dump, where another police cruiser had arrived hearing the accident.

"Tony, is that you?" the officer asked the cube with a laugh. The face on the cube scowled at the laughing Officer.

"Shut up Denison, and get me to the hospital." The officer stifled his laughed enough to pick up the cube and loaded him into the cruiser.

When they lost the cop, Benny slowed down enough for Jacob to catch his breath. Jacob asked Benny to take him back to the studios. Benny obliged and dropped Jacob off in front of the gates. Jacob was waved through by the same guard. He quickly ran to Clayton's office to report on what he found. When Jacob burst into the reception area, he scared Lavender. Her glasses popped off her face. She quickly placed them back on her nose and looked at Jacob, who was panting. She gasped and brought him some water as he sat down. She plopped down next to him and caressed his hand as he took the water from her.

“There is something strange going on at the old Ajax building." He said after he down the water. Jacob took the cell he found out of his jacket pocket. "I found this in a room that was set up as a starting office." Lavender's eyes lit up with excitement.

"We've been looking for that!" She exclaimed. "Someone stole that off the Cell Wall. But I'm glad you found it and returned it." She grabbed Jacob's hand with excitement. "Also, Woody came back, now we can shoot his next picture." She hugged Jacob but quickly withdrew herself. She felt that it was unprofessional. She composed herself and went back to her desk, where she began typing away.

Jacob solved more cases through the year and quickly gained a good rapport with them. He let them know they could come to him for anything. Some toons took that literally. He was visited by granny almost every other week. She needed him to do odd jobs around her house. Jacob felt she was just lonely and wanted company. Most cases were minor such as a stolen Shloscar, or Little Audrey losing her dog Pal. Jacob tried his best on solving cases and sometimes butted heads with the local police. Especially Captain Tony Cutler. One day, there was a knock on his office door, and a young man in a blue suit entered his office.

"Jacob Valiant." The man stated. "I'm Brett Tucker. I was hoping we could talk." Jacob was in the middle of his lunch. The young man sat down in front of Jacob's desk and smiled sweetly at him. "I don't know if you remember me, but I helped out with that police case you were involved with." Jacob stared blankly at the man. "When that toon was going around terrorizing people? I was a cadet at the academy back then, but I graduated recently. I was hoping maybe you could take me on as a junior partner." Jacob began to choke on his food. The young man raced to his side and patted him on the back. Jacob took a long drink of water and ask the man to sit down.

“What did you say your name was?” Jacob asked

“Brett, Brett Tucker.” the man answered eagerly. He was almost bouncing in his chair. Jacob sigh and rubbed his head.

“Look, Brett, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I'm not looking for a partner." Jacob looked straight at Brett, the smile on his face didn't fade.

"You say that now, but you could use me," Brett reassured. "I know you don't have any police skills, no offense, but I think we could make a great team as we did before." Jacob did remember the man but wasn't sure what entirely happened with that case. After all, he was brought on as a liaison for that case.

"Brett, again, thank you for your input, but I don't think I could use a partner."

Just then, the office door flew open and a white rabbit rushed into the office.

"Jacob!" The rabbit shouted, "Jacob, please, you got to help us!" The rabbit jumped onto the desk and grabbed Jacob by his jacket lapels. "It's a major emergency."

"Roger, let me go," Jacob ordered calmly. Roger released his grip on Jacob and calmed down a bit. "Okay, what is this emergency?' Jacob asked. Roger went into an over dramatic explanation on how toons were disappearing from the studio. They just suddenly vanished without a trace, and more are disappearing every day. Jacob nodded and told Roger he's coming. Brett chimed in that he would join them. Jacob turned him down flat. "No, I told you I don't need a partner. Please go home, Brett." He escorted Brett from the office and joined Roger, who was riding in Benny. The pair raced off to the studios leaving a very determined Brett in the dust.

When they arrived at the studio, the police were there. Jacob followed Roger past the officers taking statements straight to Clayton's office. Roger darted through the reception area, and into Clayton's main office, Jacob followed suit. Clayton was talking with Detective Tony Cutler from PD. Tony glared at Jacob as he entered the room. "What’s he doing here?" Tony asked harshly. Jacob could feel the hatred in Tony's voice.

“I asked for him to be here," Clayton replied. Tony just grunted and went back to question Clayton. Jacob slinked to the side of the room were Lavender was standing. She was holding a handkerchief and dabbing her eyes.

“What's going on.” Jacob quietly asked her. She heaved a huge sigh and explained everything she knew.

"Toons are vanishing from the lot." She said. "Yesterday it was Jerry, the mouse, today it was Porky Pig. Things are getting serious. If this keeps happening, soon we won't be able to shoot pictures anymore." She cried into her handkerchief again. Jacob embraced her to calm her down. Just then, the doors opened again, and Brett entered the room. Everyone had a look of surprise on their faces. Brett just smiled and waved as he casually walked over to Jacob's side.

“Tucker!” Tony snapped. “What are you doing here, and out of uniform?”

"I'm with him," Brett said, pointing at Jacob. Jacob's eyes went wide with shock. He shook his head, vigorously.

“No, Tony," Jacob interjected. "He is not with me" Tony grunted again like a gorilla. He folded his notepad.

“I think I have all the information I need," Tony said as he exited the office. "Tucker, I hope you know what you are doing.” Tony stomped off down the hall. Clayton called Jacob over to him.

"Sorry about that, Jake." Clayton apologized. "I know Detective Cutler is a bit gruff, but he's a good man. I don't know why the police even showed up, I told people not to call them. Can you imagine the scandal if it got out that toons were disappearing?" Jacob nodded in agreement.

“I can imagine," Brett replied. "Investors and sponsors would pull out. People would lose their jobs. The whole studio could go bankrupt." Brett got very quiet for a moment. "And to top it off, no more cartoons to make us laugh." Brett shuttered at the thought. Jacob looked at Brett with concern.

“Okay," Jacob said as he tried to change the mood. "Please tell me everything that happened."

Clayton explained the events that took place that day. "Well, in Studio C, Porky Pig was shooting his latest picture when he just vanished into thin air. It was the strangest thing. Most toons that have vanished were by themselves."

Jacob was taking notes in his pad. Brett was trying to sneak a peek over his shoulder. Jacob noticed and shrugged him off. "Okay, was this a scheduled shooting or a reshoot?" Jacob asked.

"Well, actually," Clayton answered. "The shoot went over schedule that day, but like most Porky cartoons that happens. Every time we shoot Porky, we always allow an extra two hours, because of… you know."

"Because of his stuttering."Brett chimed in. Jacob squinted his eyes and glared at Brett. Brett knew what he was saying. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." Brett looked at the floor and dug the tip of his shoe in the carpet.

"Anyway." Clayton continued, "This shoot just went over fifteen minutes those extra two hours. Just as they were finishing, poof, he was gone." Jacob closed his pad and tucked it into his jacket pocket.

“I think I need to check out Studio C and Porky's quarters.” Jacob thanked Clayton and Lavender and left the office. Brett and Roger followed him out into the hall. "Kid, are you still following me?" Jacob asked without turning around. Brett froze in his tracks.

"Look, I'm not going to stop, trust me you need me." Jacob exhaled sharply and turned to face Brett.

"Okay, fine. If you want to play detective, so be it." Jacob got close to Brett and pointed his index finger into his chest. "The moment you mess up, you are gone." Brett nodded. "Alright, so, keep close to me and don't say anything, don't touch anything. The props on the set may look fake, but they are real. I took a frying pan to the head once, I saw stars for days." Jacob motioned Brett to follow him. Roger tailed behind them.

The trio tread across the lot to Studio C. There was police tape barring the entrance. Jacob crawled under the tape and entered. Jacob looked around at the set. It was set up like the interior of a house with all kinds of appliances scattered about. Jacob roamed around the set, searching for clues. There was a man shaped hole in one of the walls of the set. The hole was signed “Jackson was here”, Jacob thought that was rather odd. Brett and Roger played around with the props when Jacob saw some scorch marks on the floor and knelt to examine them. The marks didn't look like they belonged there. Suddenly a pair of brown shoes entered Jacob's line of vision. Jacob looked up, and a tall, lanky man was sneering at Jacob. Jacob got off the floor and smiled at the man. "Is there something I can do for you?" The man asked.

"I'm Jacob Valiant," Jacob announced as he extended his hand. The man crossed his arms, refusing to shake. "Okay, I was hired by Mr. Ashmore to investigate the disappearances." The man stood there looking Jacob up and down.

"We don't need some nosy P.I. or his rookie partner. The make directed that towards Brett, who was messing with a toon plunger. Brett saw Jacob was looking at him and quickly dropped the prop. He smiled and wave at Jacob and the man. The man rolled his eyes and gave his attention back to Jacob. "We are happier if the police handle this."

“Who are you?” Jacob asked the man.

“I'm B.J. Whetstone, assistant director on this picture."The man bragged.

"Wait a minute." Brett interrupted. "B.J. Whetstone? You used to direct a lot of cartoons. Then there was a rumor you were hard on everyone, and they knocked you down to the assistant director." B.J.'s face grew red with anger. He looked as if he wanted to kill Brett.

"They couldn't understand my method of directing. However, I will show them. I am currently working on a script that will be the greatest cartoon ever!" Jacob could tell this guy had a few screws loose.

"All right," Jacob said as he pulled out his pad. "Can you tell me what you saw when Porky vanished?"

"I wasn't here." B.J snapped "That no good director C. Jones sent me to get him a coffee right before we finished wrapping. I returned a few minutes after he vanished." B.J. pointed to the scorch marks Jacob was looking at. "Those are from a blast of dynamite we used in this picture. Porky was over by the refrigerator when he vanished."

“What was this cartoon about?” Brett asked.

"Porky was trying to get rid of a mouse that was making too much noise while he slept," B.J. replied. Brett pondered the idea of the cartoon. "That's beside the point. I told Ashmore that were don't need any gumshoes running around the place. The police can handle the situation." B.J. and Jacob went into a silent staring contest. B.J. took deep breaths as if he was trying to intimidate Jacob. “That’s a very strong cologne you are wearing. Maybe you better not bathe in it.” Jacob scowled at B.J.’s remark.

Brett meanwhile continued to play with the props on set. He picked up the hose attached to the vacuum cleaner on set.

“I wonder if this works." Brett wondered out loud.

"Of course it does silly," Roger replied as he flipped the switch on. The hose grabbed hold of Brett's mouth with powerful suction. Brett struggled to remove the hose, but it was too strong. "Oh dear, I didn't mean for that to happen." Roger tried to turn off the vacuum, but he flipped the switch too much, and the vacuum went into reverse. Air started to blow into Brett's mouth. His eyes widened, and his cheeks puffed out. Soon his body began to expand like a balloon. The buttons on his jacket popped open. "Uh, oh!" Roger cried. Brett's body was soon a giant sphere floating off the floor. His hands and feet wiggled about as if he was trying to grab hold of something. All the commotion caused Jacob and B.J. to break their staring contest. Jacob rushed over and attempted to pull the hose out of Brett's mouth before he pops. B.J. casually walked over to the plug of the vacuum and unplugged it from the wall. The hose loosened its grasp on Brett, and he went flying around the room with the air rushing out of him. He fell on the floor with a thud. Jacob went to make sure he was all right. Brett was back in his normal state, though his jacket buttons may need some fixing. "I'm sorry." Roger said, "I guess I'm a bit of a klutz."

Jacob raced off the studio lot, completely embarrassed. Brett followed him profusely apologizing. "I told you not to touch anything." Jacob hissed. "I asked you to do one simple thing, but you couldn't do that."

"Hey in my defense it was Roger that turned on the vacuum, I was just looking at it." Jacob turned to Brett; his face was tomato red.

"It doesn't matter. You should have just stood to the side and listened like a silent partner." Jacob went to the side of the street and hailed a cab. A cab pulled to the side and let Jacob and Brett enter. Jacob jumped right in, Brett was a bit hesitant. "Are you getting in or not!" Jacob asked. Brett sighed and climbed into the cab. Brett kept his head down, trying to hide his face. Jacob noticed this. "Look, I'm sorry." Jacob apologized. "I was just a little embarrassed. Look at the bright side, we didn't have to take you to the hospital." Brett was still hiding his face. "Come on, Brett, I said I was sorry."

Brett looked up at Jacob. "It's not that," Brett said with a pained look on his face.

“Brett, sweetie?” said a voice in the front of the cab. “What’s going on here?” The cab driver was a young female. She had that sweet but angry smile on her face. “I thought you were on patrol today?” Brett let out an even bigger sigh.

"Jacob, meet my girlfriend, Rose." Brett sighed."Rose, this is Jacob Valiant. I'm working a case with him."

"Oh, Commissioner Gray sent you on the investigation?" She asked.

“No.” Brett struggled to say the words in his mouth. “I quit the force.” Roses’ eyes grew wide. She slammed on the brakes and pulled off to the side of the road.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU QUIT THE FORCE!” She screamed. Brett shrank in his seat. Jacob leaned against the door clawing for the handle. “I told you this detective idea was a bad one.”

“But it’s not what I wanted. I want to help toons. This is my calling.”

“I’ll call you something alright.” She snapped. “I hate to say it but Roy was right about you being flighty. Maybe I should see that bellhop he wanted to introduce to me.” She pointed firmly to the door. “Get out!” Jacob sprang from the cab and raced to the curb. He did not want to be involved in their lovers quarrel. Brett looked at Rose, his eyes were welling up.

"I wish you could support me." He said right as he opened the door. He slunk to the curb with the look of defeat as Roses' cab sailed off down the road. She almost ran another car off the road in her rage. Brett and Jacob stood on the sidewalk for a moment. Jacob slowly put his hand on Brett's shoulder to try and comfort him. He tried to think of what to say.

"Listen, kid," Jacob said after a few minutes. "I know this job can seem like it's dumb to other people, but it does have a good payoff. If doing this makes you feel fulfilled, then don't let anyone tell you differently." Jacob went silent for a few minutes watching the traffic pass by. He finally spoke. "So here is what I propose. Help me with this case, listen to exactly what I say. If you do a good job, we can talk about being partners." Brett raised his head and smiled at Jacob. "Now we need information. I think we need to talk to one of Porky's old friends, Daffy Duck. Good thing we are not far from his current place of employment, the Ink and Paint club." Jacob took off down the sidewalk, beckoning Brett to follow him.

Jacob stopped in front of an alleyway. He turned to make sure Brett was still behind him. "This way," Jacob ordered Brett as he turned into the alley. He stopped by an old rusty looking door and knocked. A slit in the door opened with a pair of very mean eyes looking glaring at them. "Walt Sent Me," Jacob said to the eyes. The slit in the door closed, and a click was heard. The door swung open, creaking along the way. Jacob stepped through the door with Brett in tow. Brett almost jumped when he saw the bouncer was a giant toon gorilla. He stayed pretty close to Jacob as they entered the main room. Brett was amazed at the sight. He thought the club would be some sleazy dive joint, but instead, it was bright and almost elegant looking. Toon penguins were going around serving tables. The atmosphere was light and cheery, everyone was having a good time.

Jacob placed his hands on his hips and smiled. He winked at Brett and went to sit down at a table. Brett ambled over to the table. He looked around, trying to take everything in. Brett joined Jacob at the table. "Okay, what's the plan?" Brett asked Jacob.

"Simple, we wait for my inside girl. She will get us backstage so we can talk to Daffy. Right now, relax and enjoy the ambiance." After thirty minutes, Brett was starting to get anxious. He began to fidget in his seat. Several acts have been on the stage. All of them were toons. It finally hit Brett, all employees were toons. The waiters were cartoon penguins and a toon octopus tending the bar. Brett suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Betty Boop, she was the club's candy girl.

“Candy for the gentlemen?” she asked.

"There's my girl!" Jacob announced. Betty winked at Jacob. "Brett, this is Betty Boop, she's my inside girl. Betty, this is Brett Tucker. He's following me on a case."

“Nice to meet you, Brett." She replied. "What brings you, boys in here tonight?"

“I need backstage Betty. We need to talk to Daffy."

"I'll see what I can do." Betty nonchalantly walked over to a door that was being guarded by Bluto. She whispered into his ear and pointed. Bluto nodded and went through the doorway, leaving it unguarded. She looked in Jacob's direction and winked.

"Okay, let's go," Jacob said, slapping Brett's arm. The boys wormed their way through the crowded room to the door Bluto once guarded. Jacob quietly slipped through the door. Brett looked around, making sure no one was watching and followed suit. Jacob led Brett down the hallway, filled with dressing rooms. He stopped in front of a door that had Daffy's name on it. They could hear a commotion going on inside the room. Jacob forcefully knocked on the door. The room went quiet, and the door opened. Daffy stood in the doorway wearing a tuxedo and top hat. "What do you want?!" Daffy asked gruffly. "I'm a little busy."

"I'm Jacob Valiant, and this is my associate Brett Tucker," Jacob explained. "We need to ask you some questions about the disappearance of Porky Pig." Daffy looked the gentlemen over.

"I'm sorry, but I can't talk now." He responded, "I'm having a bit of a problem myself. My assistant is missing, and I can't go on with her."

“Assistant?” Brett questioned.

“Yes, my assistant for my magic act. Now if you will excuse me.” Daffy began to shut the door. Jacob stopped it with his hand.

“Maybe we can help you find someone," Jacob suggested. Daffy paused and looked blankly at Jacob.

“No offense sonny, but you are too big to help. However, kiddo over there seems the right size." He pointed at Brett.

“What, me?” Brett said pointing to himself. Daffy got a sly smile on his face.

“He’ll do it!” Jacob snapped. “As long as you answer some questions after you act.”

“Sonny, you have a deal.” Daffy and Jacob shook hands. Brett began to sweat. He had no idea what he was just volunteered for.

Ten minutes later, Daffy was on stage doing his magic show. He was doing the usual stuff, flowers and doves appearing from the air, linking rings, Brett almost expected him to pull Bugs Bunny from his hat. Next, two stagehands wheeled a long box onto the stage. Daffy stood center stage and addressed the audience. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, I will perform my most dangerous act with my assistant Brian."

"I think he means you," Jacob said to Brett. Jacob pushed Brett on the stage. He stood in the spotlight, nervously smiling. He waved and joined Daffy at the center stage.

“Brett, my name is Brett.” He corrected. Daffy shrugged and gestured to the long box.

“Okay, Billy get in the box."

“It’s Brett!” Brett corrected again.

"Charles, take off your jacket and shoes first." Brett gave up on correcting Daffy and did as he was instructed. The crowd cheered as Brett removed his jacket, he blushed a bit. A stagehand came out and took his jacket from him. The hand then went backstage with it and passed it to Jacob. Brett then slipped off his shoes carefully, setting them to the side of the stage. Brett was uncomfortable, but the crowd was still cheering. Daffy opened the top of the long box and told Brett to lay down inside it. Brett let out a big sigh and climbed into the box. His feet stuck out one end and his head the other. Daffy closed the lid and turned to address the audience. "Now that my assistant is locked in the box, I shall now saw him in half."

“WHAT!” Brett screeched. Daffy moved behind the box and stepped up onto a stool. He put his hand behind his back and produced a giant hand saw. He then placed the saw in the middle of the box and began to work the saw back and forth. Brett panicked and squirmed inside the box. He could feel the teeth of the saw touching him. "Please stop!" Brett pleaded. Daffy either didn't hear Brett's plea or just ignored him. He started to saw faster. Brett felt the saw go through him. After what felt like forever to Brett, the saw came out of the bottom of the box. Brett winced in pain. Daffy then went to the front of the box and addressed the audience again.

“Now that I have successfully sawed through my assistant Kyle, I will now separate him into two pieces.”

"My name is Brett," Brett cried weakly. Daffy pushed the box apart. The audience went wild and cheered. Daffy then plucked a feather from his head. He strutted to Brett's lower half and waved the feather in the air for the crowd to see. They laughed and cheered him on. Daffy then took the feather and tickled Brett's feet with it. Brett gasped for a second. He could feel the feather. Suddenly Brett erupted into laughter. His toes curled, and he wiggled his feet, trying to escape the feathers touch. The crowd applauded, and Daffy took a bow. He pushed Brett's lower half back. Brett was still wiggling his feet. He had tears running down his face from laughing. Daffy opened the lid, and Brett tried to climb out but couldn't.

"Whoops!" Daffy exclaimed, "Looks like he didn't reattach himself yet." The audience howled with laughter. All of a sudden, Brett could move again. He then quickly climbed out of the box, raced to grab his shoes, and bolted from the stage without even taking a bow. This made the crowd laugh even harder. They thought it was part of the act.

Brett rushed next to Jacob, hopping on one foot trying to put his shoe back on. Jacob was holding in his laughter. He looked away from Brett as he handed him his jacket. "Not one word!" Brett ordered. Jacob nodded in agreement, stifling his laughter. Daffy joined the pair backstage after he took his bows. "You did great kiddo," Daffy exclaimed. "The audience ate it up. Maybe you should be my new full-time assistant."

"No thank you!" Brett snapped with his eyes wide in terror. "I like being in one piece, and I don't like being tickled. My brother used to do that to me when we were kids." Brett shuttered at the memory. Jacob seized this moment to start to question Daffy.

"Now that your act is over, can we please ask you some things about Porky?" Jacob pleaded

"Certainly," Daffy bellowed. "Follow me to my dressing room." Daffy sauntered out of the backstage area and into the hallways. He looked as if he was going to greet hundreds of adoring fans later. Jacob shrugged at Brett and followed behind.

In his dressing room, Daffy sat in front of his large vanity mirror. He adoringly looked at his reflection. "You are a beautiful duck." He said lovingly. Daffy then gave his reflection a big kiss. Jacob and Brett gave each other an awkward look.

"Okay, Daffy," Jacob interjected. “Can I now please get some information from you?" Daffy spun his chair around wildly. Daffy did his trademark laugh as he spun around. Jacob sighed and went to stop Daffy's little joy ride. "Daffy Focus, I want to know if you know anything about Porky's disappearance?" Daffy stopped laughing and got all serious.

"Butterball is missing?" Daffy questioned. "I knew something was going on. Just the other day, he told me some strange guy wanted him to come work for him."

“Strange guy?” Brett butted in. “What did this guy look like?” Daffy shook his head.

“He didn’t say. He just said that the man was very persistent and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Porky then said the man threatened him. I didn't believe him, Porky can sometimes be overdramatic. He isn't as level headed like I am." Jacob rolled his eyes. "Is it true that other toons have disappeared too?"

"Yes," Brett answered, nodding. "There have been others." Daffy looked back into the mirror.

“I hope the rumors aren't true," Daffy said to his reflection.

“What rumors?” Jacob inquired.

"There's a rumor going around that Doom has returned and plans to destroy us toons one by one." Daffy's eyes grew wide in terror. "Oh god, I could be next!" Daffy let out a terrified scream and bolted out of the room. However, his dressing room door was closed, so there was a Daffy shaped hole in the door. Jacob shook his head in confusion.

“Let's go kid." He said to Brett. They left Daffy's room and headed down the hallway to the exit. "I think we need to go back to see Clayton tomorrow," Jacob told Brett. "I think he knows something about this stranger." Brett seemed to be distracted. "Hey, Brett, you there?"

Brett looked at Jacob. “Do you think that he could have returned?”

"Who, Doom? Nah, my uncle, melted him with dip. No toon could survive that." Jacob put his hand on Brett's shoulder. "Regardless of a few things, you were a big help today. We will pick things up tomorrow, for now, get some sleep. I need you sharp and ready for anything." Jacob opened the door to what he thought was the exit. Turns out it was a dressing room for one of the acts. They weren't too happy about the intruders and screamed. Jacob apologized and shut the door. "I swear I thought that was the exit." He said with a chuckle. The pair turned to venture down the half some more but was blocked by Bluto. He stood there with his arms crossed.

“What do we have here?” He bellowed. “A couple of peeping toms?” Jacob tried to diffuse the situation, but Bluto grabbed him and scrunched him into a ball. Jacob groaned as his body was contorted. Brett’s eyes grew wide in terror. He turned to run the other way, but Bluto grabbed him by the leg and yanked him back. Bluto then proceed to squish Brett into a ball as well. Bluto carried the gumshoes to the back alley and tossed them into the trash cans waiting outside. Jacob and Brett popped back into their original forms and climbed out of the cans.

"I hate when that happens," Jacob stated as he cleaned himself off. Brett brushed a banana peel off his shoulder. "Well, let me drop you off. Where do you live."

Brett got nervous. "I am currently staying with my girlfriend Rose," Brett said. "But I'm afraid to go home."

"She's probably cooled off by now," Jacob assured him. "Let's go." Jacob hailed a cab, and Brett told the cabby where to drop him off. Brett was very nervous on the ride over. When they arrived, Brett slowly got out of the taxi. He looked up to the second-story window. The light was on, and a shadow was looming in it. Brett took a deep breath and began to march towards the door. He stopped suddenly in his tracks when an angry voice called to him. Rose was leaning out the window. She did not look cooled off.

"So, are you done playing Toon Detective?" She asked abrasively. Brett gulped and waved sweetly to Rose.

"Rose, please." Brett begged, "I wish you would understand. This has always been my dream."

"Dream all you want," Rose shouted. "You just won't be dreaming here." She threw a suitcase at Brett, conking him on the head. The suit case busted open sprawling all his clothes over the sidewalk. "When you decide to be an adult, come talk to me. Until then, Brett Tucker, we're through. " She slammed the window shut with such force Brett thought the glass was going to shatter. Jacob saw everything. He told the cab driver to wait and helped Brett repack his suitcase.

“Do you have a place to stay tonight?" Jacob quietly asked Brett. He could tell Brett was humiliated and didn't want to embarrass him even more.

"I could stay with my brother, but he's on the other side of the city."

“How about the Thalia Hotel? Jacob suggested. “It’s not far from here.”

“No!” Brett gasp. “Her brother Roy is the manager there. It would give him great pleasure to know we are fighting. He doesn’t like me. Maybe I’ll go to my dads car lot and sleep in his office.”

"No," Jacob sighed, shaking his head. "Stay with me tonight. That way, we can at least get an early start tomorrow." Brett smiled and clutched his suitcase handle. Jacob and Brett climb back in the cab, and the driver took them to Jacob's office.

“What are we doing here?” Brett asked.

"The office doubles as an apartment," Jacob replied. He led Brett up the stairs and into his office. Brett set his suitcase on the floor next to the coat rack. Jacob went over to some filing cabinets on the wall and pulled on one of them. Brett was shocked to see that the cabinets were fake, and the wall was actually a murphy bed. "You can sleep on here tonight," Jacob told him. "I will sleep in that chair." He pointed to a big chair in the corner. It didn't look very comfortable. Jacob began to undo his tie and take off his jacket. Brett slumped down on the bed, it was surprisingly soft. He bounced on it a bit like a little kid.

“Can I ask you something?” Brett asked. “What made you change your mind about me?” Jacob was pulling some extra blankets from the closet.

"Well." Jacob started. "I guess I saw myself in you. Right away, I could see your passion, the same I have. I guess I was a bit scared at first."

“What do you mean scared” Brett asked

"I was scared you would get too… I guess the word I'm looking for is cocky and not be professional. That you would fizzle out and quit in the middle of the case or something. However, even though there were some accidents today, you never lost your spark. That was until we got in that cab." Brett hid his face in his hands. Jacob sat next to him. "I know what it's like to have people not have faith in you. Do you think my mother wanted me to follow in my dad's footsteps? It took her a while to realize this was my dream, and she eventually supported me." Brett took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. "I may not know Rose, but I do know if she truly cares for you, she'll come around. After all, you have only been a toon P.I. for one day. Wait till tomorrow and see if you still like it." Jacob patted Brett on the back and got off the bed to grabbed a blanket. He went over to the chair and sat down, wrapping himself in the blanket. "Get some sleep Brett," Jacob said while he kicked off his shoes. "I have a feeling tomorrow will be an exciting day." Jacob turned off the light and closed his eyes. Brett laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. He had trouble falling asleep as his mind raced with thoughts of everything that happened that day. The fight with Rose, the case they were working on, how Bugs dressed up a lot as women. Eventually, his mind calmed down, and he was able to drift off to sleep.

The following morning Jacob was up with the sun. Brett was out cold on his bed. Jacob went to make a pot of coffee, the aroma woke Brett up. The two of them sat and enjoyed a nice quiet cup of coffee together. When they finished, they got dressed and left to see Clayton Ashmore.

The studio was a bit different that morning. The hustle and bustling that generally goes on were down to a minimum. They hardly saw any toons roaming the lot. Though there were twice as many security guards patrolling the lot. Jacob and Brett made their way to the primary office. Lavender was leaning against Clayton's door with her ear pressed against it. Yelling could be heard coming from the other side of the door. She let out a startled gasp when Jacob called for her attention. "Jacob, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"We are here to speak to Mr. Ashmore," Brett replied.

"Well, right now Clayton is in there with Mr. Whetstone,” She informed him. Screaming could be heard from within the office. Her eyes grew wide and quickly moved to her seat behind the desk just as the door opened. B.J. stormed out from Clayton’s office and slammed the main office door behind him. Clayton shuffled out of the office a little worse for the wear. He was surprised to see Jacob and Brett but welcomed them into his office. He offered them to take a seat as he went behind his massive desk. The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes. Jacob finally broke the silence with a question.

"I heard a man was going around trying to rally toons to work for him. What do you know of this?" Jacob leaned onto the desk "Please don't lie, I know you know something; otherwise, you would have let the police handle this." Clayton threw up his hands as if he surrendered.

“Alright,” Clayton responded. “There is a guy I don’t know who he is, but he calls himself Big Boss. He came to me a month ago trying to buy the studio, I refused all his offers.”

“What did he look like?” Brett inquired.

"He wears a mask, which is very odd. It's like he wants to be a toon or something, or maybe he is I don't know. Anyway the mask is all black except for a pair of red eyes. Plus, he wore a black pin-striped suit. How could I take anyone seriously dressed like that?" Jacob gasped at Clayton's description.

"I know that guy!" Jacob shouted. "I ran into him before when I first started out. I thought he was Doom resurrected the way he talked." Clayton gave Jacob a confused look.

“Please don’t tell me you buy into the rumors that Judge Doom is back?” Clayton asked. “There is no way a toon can be revived when they are dipped.” Jacob nervously straightened his tie.

"Anyway," Jacob continued in a call manner. "I remember Woody went missing, and I found his cell in the same place I ran into this guy. Maybe those things are connected?" Jacob jumped from his chair and placed both hands on the desk. "Where do you keep the cells?"

"We keep the cells in the main commissary," Clayton explained. "There's a legend that each toons cell must be kept in light so they can be seen. Take out the light, and they will vanish. However, I can assure you that's not what's going on. Each toon that is missing still has their cell on display."

"We'll just have to see for ourselves," Jacob said, and he marched out of the office. Brett scrambled to his feet and followed Jacob.

Lavender agreed to show them the commissary. Brett observed her as she led them to their destination. Brett noticed that she and Jacob were flirting back and forth. He smiled and let out a small chuckle. When they entered the commissary, it was filled with humans and toons interacting with each other. It was a breath of fresh air for Brett. There was no tension or fighting, just people and toons eating lunch and having a good time. Lavender left them and headed back to the office.

Jacob walked over to a massive wall that was covered in cells of the toon stars. There were many stars on the wall, such as Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, and even Popeye. Jacob toured the wall looking for the missing toons. Brett found Porky's cell right away. He stared at it for a while. Something was off about it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Jacob joined Brett and just shrugged off his theory. Jacob went to leave when Brett grabbed his arm.

"Wait!" Brett cried, "That's it, this is a fake cell." Brett pointed to Porky's tail. "His tail is completely straight. Everyone knows Porky has a curly tail, he's a pig." Brett went down the wall and pointed out little details in each cell of a missing toon that was wrong, and even noticed some in toons that haven't been reported missing yet. The strange thing was that none of the missing cells were of villains, only the good guys. "I think we need to go back to Clayton and tell him what we discovered." Jacob agreed, and they raced back to the office. When they reached the door, they heard Lavender scream. Jacob twisted the knob, but it was locked. Jacob and Brett rammed the door with their shoulders a couple of times, attempting to break it down. After a few slams, the door burst open. Jacob was shocked at what he saw going on in Clayton's office.

Buzz Buzzard and Wally Walrus were in the office. Wally was holding Roger by the neck while Buzz was feeding Clayton into a wringer flattening him out. Lavender was frozen in terror. The two villains saw the detectives and laughed.

"What are you schmucks going to do?" Buzz taunted as he scooped Clayton off the floor. Wally threw an unconscious Roger at Jacob. Jacob caught Roger, but the force knocked him to the ground. The villains took that opportunity to jump through the office window and escape with Clayton flat as a rug tucked under Buzz's arm.

The police showed up not long after and took everyone's statements. Tony was not thrilled; Jacob was there to begin with.

"Why is it when toons run amok, I find you are somehow involved.?" Tony asked Jacob. "I swear if I had the power, I would shut you down Valiant."

"Are you still sore about how I accidentally cause you to get crushed in your car?" Jacob suggested. "If so, get over it." Jacob went to go find Brett. He found him talking to another police officer who had a more pleasant demeanor than Tony.

"Oh, Jacob," Brett called. "This is my old bunkmate Ricky. We trained together at the academy." Jacob shook Ricky's hand. "Ricky, tell him what you told me."

“Well,” Ricky began. “Turns out that more toons have gone missing. They just pop out of existence. And it’s happening in broad daylight in front of witnesses.”

"That's very interesting," Jacob interjected. "But I'm more curious about what Lavender had to say. Tony won't let me near her."

"In her statement." Ricky fumbled with his notes. "She said that when she returned from the commissary with a sandwich. Clayton's door was closed, yet she could hear yelling and crashing. She assumed it was a…" Ricky rummaged through his notes. "B.J. Whetstone. Apparently, they fought earlier, so he maybe came back. Then Roger burst through the door and rushed into the office. That's when they discovered what was happening to Clayton. Then you two came in through the busted doorway and tried to stop them." "Uh-huh," Jacob said with suspicion. "Thank you, Ricky. Brett, we need to go." Jacob grabbed Brett's arm and dragged him from the office. Jacob was very quiet yet focused. He hailed a cab when they exited the studio. He still had Brett's arm in a tight grip.

"We need to see Roger at the hospital," Jacob finally belted. "Lavender was lying."

"Wait, what?" Brett exclaimed. "How do you know."

"She said Roger burst through the door, and it was already broken when we entered. When we got there, the door was locked from the inside. Something isn't right. We need to get to Roger before Tony does and keeps us from him.

Jacob and Brett raced to the Mel Blanc Memorial Hospital in Toontown, hoping Tony hadn't beaten them. When they got to the hospital, they each purchased a bouquet of flowers. The rules to enter the hospital are pretty simple. You must be either injured or carrying flowers to get in. When Brett and Jacob made it to Roger's room, they were relieved to see that Tony wasn't there. The only person in the room with Roger was his wife, Jessica. She was stroking his head like a pet. Brett's jaw hit the floor when he saw her. "Oh, Jacob, it was so good of you to come," Jessica said. "My Honey Bunny is out cold. I know he would be happy to know you visited."

“Do you have any idea when Roger will come to?” Jacob asked. “We really need to know what happened in the attack.” Jessica shook her head.

"No, the doctors didn't say." She bent over to kiss Roger on his head when suddenly she disappeared with a pop. Jacob jumped back when it happened. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Roger laid in bed, totally unaware his wife just vanished. Jacob was now more than ever determined to solve this case.

Jacob and Brett went back to the office to think things through and try to figure out their next move. Jacob was distraught at the events that took place. Toons disappearing, Roger in a coma, Lavender lying, Clayton kidnapped. All Jacob had to do was find this Big Boss. The cab ride back to Jacob's office was long, Jacob had a lot of time to think. During the trip, it began to rain. They reached Jacob's office and were about to enter when a voice called for Brett. Rose was waiting for them with her umbrella and another suitcase.

"I packed up the rest of your stuff," she announced to Brett. Her demeanor was much more pleasant than the night before. "I'm sorry about last night, but I do think we need to spend some time apart." She handed Brett the case. He gently caressed her hand.

"Rose, can we please talk?" Brett asked. "I really think we can work this out."

"Fine," Rose sighed. She stood there, waiting for him to start talking.

"I think we should go in out of this rain," Brett said. Rose agreed and followed him into the building. Jacob was first to the door, he could hear the couple quietly bickering behind him. Jacob went to place the key in the lock when he noticed the door was ajar. Jacob kicked the door in and raced inside. Brett and Rose stood in the doorway, looking around. The office was in perfect condition, but Someone was sitting in Jacob's desk chair. It slowly spun around, revealing a man in a black mask with fiery red eyes. Brett got in front of Rose to protect her. Jacob slowly walked to his desk. There was a hidden compartment on the side of it where he kept his gun.

"So, Jacob Valiant," The masked man hissed. "We finally meet again. You foiled my first attempt to control toons, but thanks to you, I learned and got better in my planning." Jacob reached his desk and leaned towards the intruder. He spoke very sternly, hoping to distract the man from noticing him reaching for his gun.

“I presume I am speaking to Big Boss?” Jacob inquired. The masked man gave off an evil laugh.

"You presume correctly, Jacob." Big Boss drew a gun on Jacob. "Don't bother reaching for that gun, it's right here." Jacob held his hands up and took a few steps back. He noticed Brett and Rose were in the room too, and two large toons blocked the doorway. One was the orange monster Gossamer, and the other was Peg Leg Pete. "I have everything in place for my toon take over." Big Boss boasted. "However, I have one problem, you. You foiled my plans before, and I'm not going to let you do that again." Big Boss jerked his head, and Pet and Gossamer grabbed Brett and Rose. "I think I need a little insurance just in case." Jacob turned to fight Pete, who was holding on tight to Rose. He struggled to free her from Pete's grasp when something bashed him on the head. Big Boss beat Jacob on the head with his own gun. Brett and Rose screamed for Jacob to wake up as they were dragged from the office. Brett struggled hard to free himself. Big Boss dropped the gun next to Jacob and strutted out of the office.

Jacob was awakened by a splash of water dumped on him. He awoke with a shock. Roger was in the office holding a bucket. "Jeepers Jacob!" Roger exclaimed. "What happened to you?" Jacob wearily rose from the floor and took a seat in his chair, his head was still throbbing. He told Roger everything, Big Boss was behind everything, Jessica had vanished, Clayton, Brett, and Rose were kidnapped. Roger listened intently to everything Jacob said. When Jacob finished relaying everything, Roger jumped to his feet. "We need to stop this mad man from enslaving toons." Jacob calmed Roger down a bit and asked him what really happened in Clayton's office. "Well, I went in to see Clayton. I must have just missed you because I could hear your voice in the hall. When I entered his office, he was burning something in his ashtray."

“Why were you going to see him?” Jacob asked.

"B.J. was determined to direct my next cartoon, but was Clayton totally against it. I went to Clayton to smooth things over. That’s when those goons entered the office, and Lavender was right behind them. She locked the door behind her, and the goons made a beeline right for us. They wanted Clayton to sign a contract leaving ownership of the studio to Big Boss. But it turns out that's what he burned. Then they started running him through the wringer. Lavender must have been the lookout. Because when the door handle started to jiggle, she screamed, and the goons got rough. That's the last thing I remember."

Jacob sat there, taking everything in. He couldn't believe Lavender was a bad girl, he just couldn't. Jacob got up from the chair and picked his gun off the floor. "Come on, Roger," He ordered. "We have some friends to save." The two of them exited the building. Jacob was delighted to see Benny the cab waiting for them.

“Where to Jacob?” Benny asked

"To Maroon Studios, Benny," Jacob said as he hopped into the cab with Roger and they sped off for the studio. They arrived just in time to see Lavender leave the studio in her car. "Follow that car, Benny!" Jacob ordered. Benny took off like a shot tailing Lavender's car, yet keeping his distance, so he doesn't get noticed. Lavender pulled into the old AJAX building. Benny stopped in front and let Jacob and Roger out. "Benny, go get the police," Jacob instructed. Benny begrudgingly agreed as he drove off, mumbling that he never gets to take part in the action. Jacob drew his gun and quietly slipped into the building.

Last time Jacob was here, there was hardly anything inside. Now it was set up like a base with crates, boxes, and barrels of cartoon gags and props. Thankfully Jacob didn't see any DIP. He climbed up a ladder to the catwalk and slowly crept along with it. Jacob heard a voice in the distance and followed it. He came to a big room where Big Boss was gloating. Brett and Rose were bound and gagged to chairs. A 16-ton weight dangled above them that was held by a single rope. He didn't see Clayton anywhere. "I know he will show up, it's just a matter of when." Big Boss teased. "When he does get here, he'll have to choose between catching me or saving you from a flat ending." He erupted into his evil laugh again. Lavender entered the room and stormed right up to Big Boss. She slapped him across the face so hard it knocked his mask off. Jacob couldn't believe his eyes for who was behind the mask, it was B.J. Whetstone.

“You told me nothing would happen to Clayton or Jacob!" Lavender shouted. "I can't believe I trusted you. You are a lying scum bag."

“Temper, Temper Lavender.” B.J. ridiculed. “I don’t think you want me to take your cell now?” Lavender stared daggers at B.J. “I promised you a starring roll in my animated movie, I don’t think you want to lose that.” Brett began to scream through his gag angrily. B.J. sauntered over to Brett. “You got something to say pretty boy?” B.J. removed Brett’s gag and stood above him with a smug stance.

"You scum bag." Brett snapped. "You treated toons like slaves, and that's what got you demoted. You should have been fired." B.J. grabbed Brett's face and smushed his mouth together.

"Hold your tongue boy." B.J. growled, "You wouldn’t want to tick me off before your boss gets here." Just then B.J.’s nose started to twitch. An evil grin grew on his face as he looked to his right. "You know, Jacob, I told you that you shouldn’t bathe in your cologne." B.J. released Brett's face and placed the gag back in his mouth. He then walked over to the rope holing the weight was tied with. B.J. struck a match and lit a candle that was sitting next to the rope. He then placed the candle under the rope which slowly began to burn. "I’d say you have about five minutes to save your friends. That is if you can get past my guys." B.J. snapped his fingers, and a variety of villains stormed into the room. "Good luck Valiant." B.J. bolted from the room laughing maniacally. The villains began to search for Jacob by throwing crates. Gossamer placed himself infront of the door so Jacob couldn’t escape. Jacob knew what he had to do and leaped from the catwalk landing on Gossamer. He was soft and furry, so Jacob was okay, but Gossamer was out like a light.

Jacob began to fight off some of the other villains Wally Walrus, Buzz Buzzard, Peg Leg Pete, The Big Bad Wolf, Witch Hazel, and Yosemite Sam. The odds were not in Jacob's favor, and he was easily overpowered. Pete had Jacob in a bear hug crushing him, while the other villains cheered him on. Brett and Rose screamed through their gags as the weight teetered above them. The rope was half way burned. Suddenly a boxing glove shot out of nowhere and clocked Pete right in the jaw. Pete grew disoriented and let Jacob go. Jacob fell to the floor gasping for air.

“Where did that come from?” Pete demanded. He looked in the direction from where it came. He saw Roger was holding a mallet where the glove shot out from and was not alone Woody Woodpecker, Popeye, Bugs Bunny, Droopy the dog, and Mickey Mouse where right behind Roger and they did not look happy. The villains started to cower in fear at the sight.

"Alright guys," Roger said. "Get them!" The toons charged at the villains. While the toons were fighting, Jacob seized this moment and raced over to rescue Brett and Rose. He grabbed the ropes securing Brett to the chair. Brett began to muffle something, so Jacob removed his gag.

“No” Brett barked. “Untie Rose first, then me.” Jacob nodded and proceeded to loosen the ropes around Rose.

The flame was almost through the rope when Rose was freed. She raced out from under the weight and removed her gag. Jacob started to untie Brett when the rope snapped, and the weight started to drop. Jacob and Brett brace for impact, but the weight stopped. Jacob looked over to see Lavender and Rose holding onto the rope. Brett gave a huge sigh a relief.

“Hurry up and free him!” Rose shouted. “This thing weighs a ton!”

“Sixteen tons to be precise,” Lavender corrected. Rose glared at Lavender not amused.

Jacob was about to loosen the last few strands of rope around Brett’s legs when a fist lunged for him. It clocked Jacob right in the side of his face causing him to lose his grip on the ropes. B.J. had returned, and he was mad. B.J. tackled Jacob to the floor, he tried to strangle Jacob. Brett, still attached to the chair, managed to bounce his way out from under the weight. Rose let go of the rope and went to help Brett. Lavender slipped a little but held the rope tightly. Jacob was under neath the weight and she didn’t want to see him crushed. Jacob managed to push B.J. off of him and scrambled to his feet and out from under the weight. He gave B.J. a few uppercuts knocking him back a few steps. B.J. shook off the punches and again lunged for Jacob only to be cut off when the weight landed on him. Jacob gasped in shock. He looked over to Rose, who had her hands on her mouth. The villains saw what happened and hightailed it out of the building.

"Oops," Lavender said sweetly. "I lost my grip." She giggled softly and ran to Jacob. "I'm so sorry for everything that happened. All I did was pass information to B.J., and he promised me the lead heroine in his animated movie. Then he went and hurt Clayton, the man that gave me a purpose. I guess I was not cut out to be in pictures, but I'm okay with that." She looked Jacob deep into his eyes. "Can you ever forgive me?" Jacob smiled at her and scooped her into his arms. He planted a big kiss on her lips. The toons cheered for them. Lavender then showed Jacob where B.J. hid the cells. Once they were back in the light, the toons reappeared right there in the room. Roger raced to Jessica's side.

"Oh love bug!" He exclaimed. Jessica picked him up and gave him kisses all over his head. Bret grabbed the frayed rope and began to pull it, lifting the weight off the floor. B.J. had been squashed into a disc-like shape. Jacob peeled him off the floor just as Tony, and the police rushed in. Jacob handed Tony the flattened villain telling him everything. Tony grunted and passed B.J. off to another officer.

“Smalls, make sure nothing happens to him.” Officer Smalls nodded and sealed B.J. in an envelope. "As much as I hate to say this." Tony mustered. "But, you did good." Tony extended his hand to Jacob, and the two shook hands. Tony gave Jacob a sly smile and tightened his grip crushing Jacob’s hand. “Don’t think for a minute I like you,” Tony whispered in Jacob’s ear. He released his grip and walked off leaving Jacob waving his hand in pain. "Alright, boys, record everything.” Tony shouted to the officers in the building. “I want this a clear case. Smalls don’t mess up."

Jacob, Brett, and Rose left the AJAX building. Rose was holding Brett's hand and laying her head on his shoulder. "I guess you had a change of heart," Jacob asked her. Rose blushed for a moment and shook her head.

"Well, when you got knocked out. Brett was so brave he fought so hard to protect me.” Rose informed him. “I may not like the idea, but I do know I love him." She kissed Brett on the cheek and laid her head back on Brett's shoulder. Jacob smiled and winked at Brett. Without any words Brett knew what Jacob was saying. The police questioned Lavender and she told them everything B.J. had her do. They were lenient and didn’t arrest her. She thanked them and climbed into the back of the toon ambulance that was transporting Clayton to the toon hospital.

"I think we should follow them," Jacob said. Brett agreed with the idea. Rose stayed behind as Benny took Brett and Jacob to the hospital.

Clayton was fully inflated and back to his old self within a few hours. As he laid in bed waiting to be discharged, Lavender confessed to Clayton everything she did. He was about to fire her when Jacob intervened and told him the other stuff she did and how she stopped B.J.

Clayton was mad, but he forgave her and let her keep her job. Jacob was happy for her and told her that he will definitely see her again, Friday night. Lavender giggled and thanked the detectives for everything they had done. She stayed at Clayton’s bedside until he was released.

Jacob and Brett left the hospital as the sun was setting. They were about to cross the street when Jacob stopped. "Brett, there is something I have to say” Brett stared at Jacob blankly wondering what was about to happen.. “You did real good on this case.” Jacob said. Brett gave him a huge smile. “I'm sorry you and Rose got kidnapped, but that sometimes comes with the job. Are you sure you really want to do this?"

"Yes." Brett answered, "Nothing will change my mind. I’ll find a way to keep Rose safe, don’t you worry."

"Well then," Jacob said. "I guess I will have to change the door to say Valiant and Tucker." Jacob extended his hand. "What do you say, partner?" Brett's eyes lit up with joy. He shook Jacob's hand and gave him a hug. "Alright, alright, that's enough. It's been a very long day, let's go home and celebrate." Jacob patted Brett on the back, and the two crossed the street. Suddenly a runaway steamroller plowed over the detectives. The both let out an “Oooof” as the drum rolled over them. Two construction workers chased after the steamroller as it continued to barreled down the street aimlessly. Brett and Jacob were left flattened in the middle of the road. They laid there with shocked expressions on their faces. Brett’s eyes looked to the side he thought Jacob was on.

"Okay, what happens now," Brett asked.

"I guess we have to wait till someone discovers us," Jacob replied stiffly. Jacob tried to get up off the road but couldn’t move. “Well, at least we are near the hospital, they will fix us up.”

“How long will that take?” Brett whined

“I’m not entirely sure.” Jacob sighed.

#Detectives #Cartoons #Roger Rabbit

[mxssromanoff]

prompt; isabela, dolores, and mariano with an s/o who woke them up in the middle of the night just to tell them weird 3am thoughts pairing/s; dolores x reader, isabela x reader, mariano x reader warning/s; slight mention of gore...?

a/n; i'm new to tumblr and it's 3am, spare me

she'd be annoyed at first

you're really waking her up just to tell her that she could kill everyone in the Encanto by making plants burst out of their bodies like some sort of alien xenomorph?

it was such a gruesome and disturbing thought

but you were just so adorable that she couldn't get mad at you

especially with the way your eyes lit up as you explained to her the different ways she could use her powers

it was endearing

not everything you said made sense to her but she still listened to all of it anyway

you did get drowsier somewhere along the way though

isa noticed that and decided to pull you closer, wrapping her arms around your body

then your words started to slur until she could hardly understand anything at all

but isa didn't close her eyes until she was sure you were done with your story, incomprehensible mumblings and all that

the moment she heard your soft snores, she gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead

“Good night, mi vida.”

this girl was confused as hell

was something wrong? were you in pain? why were you waking her up?

at 3am in the morning?

then you told her about how humanity could possibly be immortals but oxygen might be slowly poisoning everyone

she'd stare at you as if you just grew a second head

until she actually thought about it herself only then would she get you

of course, dolores wouldn't actually believe that but it was still a fascinating thought

you went into detail about how that could be

and she listened intently to every word that came out of your mouth, nodding to every piece of information

she could honestly listen to you all day (night?). sleep be damned

although she'd regret that later on as she grew sluggish on her duties later that day for staying up so late

her abuela would scold her for it and you'd apologize to her, actually feeling guilty

“I'm sorry for making you lose sleep, mi amor.”

but Dolores would only brush it off and kiss you on the cheek, a fond smile on her face

“It's okay. I love hearing you talk.”

(a/n: need more content for this beautiful hunk tbfh)

he'd be concerned, asking you if you were alright

“Racecar backwards is still racecar.”

and he gasped so loud upon that realization

okay, maybe he was just doing it to humor you

mariano writes songs and poems, he's bound to notice the existence of palindromes at some point

regardless, this sweet guy had offered a few words he knew that were the same read backwards

“A nut for a jar of tuna” had you absolutely looking at him like he was some sort of wizard

he felt a little proud for that, not gonna lie

then you asked him if he's ever written something similar for poetry

he never did

but you can bet on him writing exactly just that for his next poem for you

which he actually did and presented to you the following week

#isabela x reader #disney x reader #isabela madrigal x reader #dolores x reader #dolores madrigal x reader #mariano guzman x reader #what am i doing im supposed to be doing homework help #it's 2 weeks late already hdbxbx

[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

Hey i love your writing, and i have a request<3

Camilo x fem!reader, where his girlfriend comes out to him as bi. She's super nervous and all but it's all cute and fluffy <3

Of course, anon! (this was probably my favourite fic to write so far)

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~The Way You Are~

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: (Y/N) is bisexual, but she still hasn't come out to her boyfriend, Camilo. Except, she doesn't expect him to be as educated as he is.

Warnings: Bestie if you think homosexuality is a bad thing then ig but it really isn't. get over it pls, let people love who they wanna love and move on with your life <3

A/N: HELL YEAH LGBTQ+ (Y/N) LET'S GO. Also we stan both Camilo and mama Pepa for being allies <3<3<3

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Y/N) had a little secret. She had finally come to terms with her sexuality, realising that she was bisexual, but she hadn't told anybody in the entire Encanto.

'Why?' you may ask, but it was the same question (Y/N) asked herself every day. Reason being, she was rather… nervous for lack of better term.

She didn't know how people would react, what people would think, she was all-in-all a bit scared.

But, as she stood outside of her boyfriend Camilo's bedroom door, she only had one thought rushing around her head.

'Now or never, I suppose.'

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(Y/N) knocked three times quickly, before knocking again but slower, and knocking two times fast again. It was her and Camilo's secret knock, just so they knew it was each other.

"Come in!" She could've heard his voice a mile away with how loud he was. It was then that she began to pity Dolores, how could his sister even live with him? (Y/N) entered the room slowly, quietly shutting the door behind her.

She spotted her boyfriend right away, an unfinished game of cards on his desk, Camilo himself sprawled out on his bed.

"Camilo, I need to tell you something."

At the sound of these rather ominous words, Camilo sat up, his eyebrows furrowing together and his eyes squinting as if he was trying to read his girlfriend's mind.

"Go on, mi vida." He sounded out the words carefully, not wishing to cause any offence.

"I've been bottling this up inside of me for a long time." "Okaaaay?"

"There's something you need to know, something that might affect our relationship and therefore I'm pretty scared to tell you."

"Holy crap, (Y/N), are you pregnant?"

"No! No, I'm not, I'm.."

"You're?"

She didn't exactly know how to phrase it, her eyes flooding with tears and face heating up in nervousness.

"Camilo, I'm bisexual."

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The silence in the room made her want to cry. Dios, she knew he wouldn't accept her. Where would she go? She would have to get out of the town before-

"I'm proud of you."

(Y/N)'s anxious thoughts came to a halt at her boyfriend's velvety voice.

"What?"

"I'm proud of you for coming out to me, thank you, mi amor."

"But- do you even know what it means?"

She didn't mean to sound rude, she was just genuinely shocked.

"Of course I do! I think it's good for people to have general knowledge on things like this. Mi mami gave me some books about topics like homosexuality, said I should always be kind to people."

"So- this isn't gonna weird you out at all? Knowing that your girlfriend likes girls and guys?"

Camilo jumped off his bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle hug.

"Mi corazón, I love you just the way you are."

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this is rlly short but I love it. also, if this means anything to anyone, I am pansexual (and proud) so I really enjoyed writing about this :)

ALSO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS, PART TWO IS HERE

#camilo madrigal x reader #encanto x reader #encanto #encanto imagines #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader

[blackstarlight-co]

i need more makeover bruno fics please, it’s sooo cute

I'm not sure what you mean, but I thought it would be fun to tell the tea of what happened in Bruno's party, I hope you like it!!!

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's some grammar errors

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"aaaaaand done"

Isabela got apart from Bruno so he could see himself in the mirror for the first time since his sisters and nieces traped him in Julieta's room for a, as they called it, extreme makeover

His mamá said this morning over breakfast that they are gonna host a party that night. He knew how big are the parties the madrigal likes to host so he was planning to stay in his room all night, watch "the lady and the rat" and an episode of "nuevo Rico, nueva rata", maybe let his niblings in if any of them got tired of the party noise.

You can guess it didn't go the way he wanted.

Bruno looked himself in the full length mirror and almost fell over, his beard was neatly trimmed in his face, face that you can actually see now that his hair was combed and tied in a low ponytail. The clothes Mirabel gave him "just because" (obviously she knew for a while now and didn't tell him, the traitor) were a perfect fit and the yellow chrysanthemum seemed to shine in the pocket of his green vest. You wouldn't know it was the same lanky Bruno if it weren't for the dark eye bags that, even after a year of eating three meals at day and sleeping more than two hours, are still part of his face.

"isn't this a bit too much?" Bruno asked looking at his reflection, unsure if the man in front of him was not another person.

"of course not" said Dolores with her usual soft voice and a smile

"it suits you" seconded Isabela

"you look great Brunito" his sister Julieta said with a comforting hand in his shoulders

"yeah, you are gonna be the best looking man in the party or my name is not Josefa Madrigal" Finished Pepa proudly making Bruno chuckle, pepa never use her full name unless she was sure to win a bet

"Está bien, Josefa" said Julieta in a teasing tone "Come on, we have to show our hard work to the rest before the party starts"

The moment they all stepped out of the room all the madrigals who were on decoration duty stopped what they were doing.

"Martin and Carla say that they like your clothes" little Antonio cut the silence with two rats in his shoulders

Chaos ensues, he wasn't even sure who said what

"oh my god tío Bruno, you look really good"

"you look so handsome, mijo" his mother pinched his cheeks

"Mira, you did his clothes?"

"yeah, it took me a while but I'm proud, look at him"

He could hear someone making an impressed whistle and said "fancy"

"bro, you are gonna get all the ladies"

.......................................…....….…………………………..

Felix jinxed

It was just when his mamá was making an opening speech when it hits him

This is Bruno's Welcome party

He didn't understand really why do a party, he "came back" a year ago, granted that Casita didn't exist anymore back then but it wasn't necessary to make a party for him. It's not worth it.

And now he is trapped between Ana Maria Muñoz y Laura Carvajal who are talking too fast, their laugh is too loud and their eyelashes are bating so fast that he is worried they would fly at some point.

"discúlpenme señoritas, I think Julieta needs my help" Bruno lied with a strained smile, really hoping it looks like a smile

"but I saw her over there with her husband" maria said confused

"y-yeah, not exactly now, but soon"

"wait, did you saw the future just now?"

"that's really cool"

"you are really awesome Bruno"

"and really handsome too" oh god more eyelash bating

"... Bye"

And his off to the kitchen ready to hide the rest of the night

Bruno wish he were in his tower watching novelas, "ratas de hospital" was getting to the climax but he promised Dolores he wouldn't watch it without her. He was hoping to get in the kitchen, stole some carimañolas and go up to his room without his mamá or sisters noticing

But as always in the life of Bruno Madrigal, nothing goes as planned

"hey Bruno, don't worry I was just about to leave"

German Triana, the priest of the town was looking at him with an apologetic smile on his face and plate full of biscochuelos, he haven't talked to him in a long time, years before Mirabel candle ceremony. Somehow they didn't talk once while they were building up Casita so this was their first time interacting in... Thirteen years?

"You don't have to, I don't mind" Bruno said softly, awkwardly looking to the ground

"oh, ok"

The kitchen grew in silence while Bruno serve himself food in a large plate and sit down in front of the priest, It was weird and awkward but for some reason neither of them felt like leaving the table

"soooooo" German started "how are you doing lately?"

"bien" Bruno said nonchalantly, then he realized it sounded a bit rude so he said "sorry, I'm doing good, now that Casita is all patch up I'm trying to get to know everyone again"

"yeah, I saw you talking to Laura and Ana Maria earlier" German said with a smirk and wiggling his eyebrows

The face Bruno made was enough to make German laugh harder

"more like they were talking and I was just there" Bruno said scratching the back of his head "I didn't really get to say a word"

"I get that, they can be a little... Intense" German made a face on his own " they also try to flirt with me even tho I'm wearing a cassock"

Just then Bruno looked up from his plate of food and face him, German was indeed wearing his cleric robes, still clean and perfect as if he were not in a party, he looked so professional and put together, different of that man he remembered from all those years ago. But again, Bruno himself wasn't the same Bruno of 37 years.

"you are a priest now?" the seer couldn't help but blurt out the first coherent thought that cross his mind to just feel dumb immediately after, but even tho it was a stupid question, German just smiled and nod

"I came back from my cleric studies a couple of months after the infamous young mirabel's ceremony" he smile flattered a bit "I must say, I was surprised when the people told me you disappeared the same night"

"sorry"

"don't be, at least you didn't get to see the process that lead to this" German stroked his shiny bald head dramatically in an attempt to make Bruno laugh

"sorry about that too" he said shamefully looking at his half eaten carimañola

"I don't know if you remember but my pa', my uncle's and even my abuelo were bald" the priest said still i light hearted mood to cheer Bruno up "even without the prophecy I knew it was bound to happen"

"but it wasn't even a prophecy, I just had a dream with you there and you were bald, I wanted to joke with you about it but I didn't know it would upset you so much, I'm so sorry-"

"Amigo, you have already said sorry like 5 times"

"sorry"

"Bruno, I'm just glad you're back" Germán said with a comforting hand in Bruno's shoulder and a warm smile in his face, stopping Bruno from the self loathing spiral he was about to fall into.

"So... You dream about me?" German said teasingly after a moment of just staring into each other's eyes.

Bruno choke a little with his own saliva making German chuckle "let's go back to the fiesta"

"but what if Ana Maria and Laura come to bat their eyelashes again"

"they won't, yesterday in the confessional they promised to not go partying anymore" he said the last part whispering like telling a big secret, he wasn't supposed to reveal what happens in the confessional anyway

"Besides" he said more loudly, "I remember that the madrigal triplets were the best dancers in town, I always wanted dance a song with you"

#encantó #disney encanto #i blame the encantó discord for this one #basically because they didn't stopped me #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno x priest #queer platonic relationship #writing is haaaaaaaaard #encanto

[lilbabygem]

For paci edits uh would you do Dolores Madrigal? She’s from Encanto! If you dont wanna you dont have to!!

Some Dolores icons for anon! i always try to match the pacis to the art style and i'm proud of how these came out!! These are free to use just pls give credit if you do! 🧡

Have a character request? Feel free to drop an ask

#paci edit #agere #age regression #agere icons #encanto agere

[pastery1]

Encanto tk fic/ (Lee) Camilo/ (Ler) Felix (and other ppl that I want to add in) based off some scenes so b4 u read ahead, if u haven't watched Encanto there r spoilers coming!! And I know Felix wouldn't say or do this but bare with me.

"Camilo!! I told u to stop shapeshifting into Dolores to get extra food." Felix came around the corner and saw Camilo as Dolores.

"Ugh, worth a shot," Camilo signed and left.

~~~~ Next scene ~~~~

"Antonio, make ur papa proud!" Camilo turned into his dad. "I don't sound like that," Felix retorted.

~~~~ Next scene ~~~~

Abuela asked Dolores if there is a future wedding coming (or smthing like that), and Dolores said, "Yes! And he wants 5 kids." Then Camilo turned into isabella's boyfriend to tease her, and she hit him with flowers.

~~~~ Last scene to make this get to the point ~~~~

"Isabella!!! Your boyfriend's here!!!" Camilo turned into Isabella's bf.

~~~~ Time skip ~~~~

"I'm tired of u always mimcking ppl," Felix said infront of the whole family to Camilo. "Ik papi," Camilo said, "but it's too fun to stop." "Well it gets annoying." Felix said as if he was trynna sound mad. "Ik, and I'm sry." Camilo stated. "Yh ik u r, and Ik ur gonna be sorry after I'm done with u." Felix sounded annoyed but somewhat teasing. "Like what?" Camilo asked almost scared and confused. "Are u ticklish?" Mirabel pipped in. Camilo blushed.

"Isabella," Felix was giving her the signal. "On it." Isabella understood the assignment. She used her veins to tie Camilo's hand's high up over his head, and tied his feet together. At this point Camilo is laying on his back, only able to move side to side.

"So?" Mirabel continued, "R u ticklish? Yes, or no." "NO!" Camilo screamed, but to not sound obvious he fixed his tone. "*Ahem* I meant no, no I'm not. And u should let me up now." "If ur not ticklish, then y r u so jumpy." Dolores chimmed in, wanting in too. "B-bc- I just- I- ugh- JUST DON'T!!" Camilo stuttered. "So if I tickle u rn, u won't feel anything?" Mirabel questioned. "PLEASE!!! Please... don't," Camilo pleaded. "If u admit ur ticklish rn, then I'll stop." Mirabel inched her fingers closer to his side. "OK! Ok, yes I'm ticklish, so stop please, Ihihi haahahate being tickled." Camilo giggled. "I'm not even touching u, cuz," Mirabel teased. "R u THAT ticklish."

And her curiosity got the better of her. She jammed her fingers in his side, and Camilo busted out giggling. "Ihihi thought uhuhuhu said u wouldn't hahhahahaah do this," Camilo giggled. "Yea, but u looked so vulnerable I couldn't help myself." Mirabel said. "Oooo~ let me try," Luisa wanted to join. So she tickled his belly button, and Isabella tickled his knee. Now he's full on laughing. "Stoahahahhap PLEASE!!!" Camilo laughed. "Just one more place i haven't tried," Mirabel inched her fingers closer to his armpit. "NO! NO! PLEASE I WON'T SHAPESHIFT TO MIMICK YALL ANYMORE! I promise... PLEASE! Don't touch me there." Camilo sounded frantic. (There's gotta be a stopping point sometime). And Mirabel DUGGED her fingers in that spot, and Camilo js full blown yelled. "NOOAHHAHAHAOO! STAHHAHAHAP PLEAAHAHAHSE!!" " IHIHIHI WON'T DO IT ANYMAHAHHAAHHAORE," Camilo started to tear up and he started to get red. "PLEAHAHHAHAAHSE!!! *snort* I WON'T TEASE ANAHHAHHAHAONE ANYMORE *wheeze* Just.... stahahahhaahp!" Camilo panted. They all stopped bc Camilo looked like he was gonna die. "Did u learn ur lesson?" Felix asked. "Yes! Yes, I dihihid. No moahhahaher." Camilo is recovering from the after tickles. "Nw, No more tickling." Pepa soothed Camilo. Mirabel went to go grab him some water, and what Camilo didn't know was that Dolores recorded the whole thing.

Now she has something against him when she needs something of him. It's called black mail ;). Bruno js watched and smiled from the show he js witnessed behind the walls.

Anyways I'm sorry this turned out bad, and with all the long spaces between each paragraph, I don't know how to fix it. I'm not really good at writting fics or anything in general, so I'm sorry for this slop. I js write what comes to mind. And I'm sry this is short I''ll try my best next time. Anyways i hope u have a good rest of ur day😊.

#encanto #ler! Mirabel #ler! Isabella #ler! Luisa #Ler! Felx #lee! Camilo #encato tickle #ticklish Camilo

[millylotus]

Madrigal Batfamily

I've only seen a few posts using this comparison but Holy Fuck! It's fun!

In my head the characters wouldn't match up perfectly so I'm going to take most of the comparisons from the songs, and then make actual character comparisons through the talking.

Alfred/Julieta: The food obviously but also the fact that everyone relies on Alfie the most emotionally.

Bruce/Alma: I feel like Bruce would fit well in Alma's position of leader, and the fact that he holds steadfast on the traditions and norms that saved him as a child and later on.

Barbara/Camilo: It may seem strange at first but I think that she has a similar feel as Camilo with Luisa added in. She acts as a support network for Cass in the same way Camilo acts for Pepa. But also has enough humor in her to scare the crap out of her siblings with stories about Jason/Bruno.

Dick/Luisa: Dick is always under a form of emotional stress because he's the oldest aside from Barbara. Although in cannon he takes out this stress in more violent ways than Luisa did he still feels like if he doesn't measure up and take care of his siblings he'll fail them like he did Jason and Steph.

Jason/Bruno: He's the outcast of the family, like Bruno, but unlike Bruno, he was removed because he died and came back and one the first thing he did was beat up Tim. Which is not cool. He intentionally keeps himself separate because he cares and he knows he could hurt his family. Even better is like Bruno he left because he felt threatened and scared of Bruce/Alma and didn't want to hurt Tim/Maribel more.

Cass/Dolores/Isabela: Now I think that Cass would have powers like Dolores and serve the plot in the same way but I don't think she'd be the Forgotten Child in the Family dynamic she'd be put in the Favorite Child part. With the Mariano plot as well because it just makes sense for Bruce or Alfred to unintentionally pressure her into marriage.

Steph/Pepa: Steph is a very emotional person but because she expresses them so freely compared to the others she's told to calm down a lot much like Pepa. She also seems like the type of person to hold a grudge long enough to talk so badly about Jason/Bruno.

Tim/Mirabel/Dolores: As I said before on Jason's part Tim would be put in the role of Mirabel. Because I feel like he would always doubt his place in the family and feel more like Bruce's temporary Band-Aid over the gaping wound that Jason left after his death. But he isn't the Black Sheep like Mirabel but more of the Forgotten Child overlooked because they are seen as more self-sufficient than the other children.

Duke/Isabela: Now I know what your thinking, 'how can Duke be Isabela he's more like Camilo', and I hear that but I don't think that would work in every way. I like to bring out Duke's differences compared to the other Bats and his powers are a good way to show it (he keeps his powers, by the way, no flower-power). If he were Isabela he would be made the Perfect Child the one you brag about. He'd use light-related powers for the most part. But then when he discovers his shadow powers he'll realize just how far his reach is. And that he shouldn't limit himself to what is conventionally pretty when the dark is as just or more alluring than pure light.

Damian/Antonio: Personality-wise these two aren't extremely similar but that's mostly because I can't see Tim acting as Mirabel for Damian during the gift ceremony. Jason on the other hand would work very well as silent support in the background for Damian. While Dick would be the one to walk him to the door physically. Arc wise they are similar Damian wants to make his family proud and for them to love him and stay with him. He's a bit more snarky compared to Antonio but aside from that, it works.

Mariano: I don't think there's a good Marino that I would choose but Conner would work in-between Tim and Cass, though I don't really ship him with anyone in the Batfamily. Bernard could work as well if I want the Mariano to end up with Tim. But I more want Cass to treat the Mariano as a step in her realization that she is not straight which would be very fun. I also like the idea of Duke being pressured into finding someone to be with and has a love interest or two but he never fully commits to one person, he's more avoiding the situation through flattery more than anything.

Felix: I want Felix/Pepa to be Dick/Barbara. It feels a lot more right than paring Steph with somebody who isn't Cass, either way, I don't ship her with anyone anyways. And Dick is such a simp to everyone he dates or flirts with. Now the process of Barbara creating a hurricane is still up in the air for me. But if Steph is just off to the sidelines and hears this she would probably subconsciously create a storm. Even so, she wouldn't be a part of the family yet the wedding would be public because Encanto/Gotham is kinda small here. And yes Barbara is in her wheelchair but not during the wedding

Agustin: Agustin/Julieta could be Selina/Bruce, Selina would easily be put in a role to help Tim because here she would have just married into the family and is just now realizing that she cares deeply for the kids.

SONGS

The Family Madrigal - Tim/Mirabel, Dick/Luisa, Duke/Isabela, Cass/Dolores, Damian/Antonio, Jason/Bruno, Bruce/Alma, Alfred/Julieta, Steph/Pepa, Babs/Felix/Camilo, Selina/Agustin

Waiting on a Miracle - Tim/Mirabel

We don't talk about Bruno - Babs/Pepa, Dick/Felix, Cass/Dolores1, Steph/Camilo, Duke/Isabela, Tim/Dolores2, Maribel/Damian [minus Duke talking down to Damian]

Surface Pressure - Dick/Luisa

What Else Can I Do - Duke/Isabela, Tim/Maribel

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[inglourious-imagines]

Behind the Curtains (Draco Malfoy)

Summary: You can't sleep so you decide to take a short walk around the castle. However, you are met with the one and only Draco Malfoy... and potentionally Umbridge.

Warning: make out session hehe

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Sleep had been avoiding you for the past 3 hours as you tossed in your bed again and again. You eventually opened your eyes, giving up all your hopes to fall asleep, and quietly slipped from your warm sheets. Your eyes wandered to Hermione, who was peacefully lying on the other side of the room, you smiled to yourself and left the dorm.

The cold stone floor was sending chills through you whole body and you wrapped your arms around your body to keep yourself a tad bit warm. You looked down at your bare feet and silently cursed under your breath. I should’ve thought this through.

The Fat Lady frowned at you that you woke her up in the middle of the night as you left the Gryffindor common room, and you whispered a quick apology.

You didn’t waste your time looking left or right, at this point you didn’t really care any more if you get more detention, the scar on your hand itching slightly. Umbridge was surely in her pink fluffy bed, thinking about another restrictions for the Hogwarts students to follow.

You chuckled to yourself at the thought, turning right. You didn’t have a planned destination to reach, you just mindlessly wandered around the castle, watching the dark shadows dance on the floor. You shivered again and your feet started to feel a bit numb.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” a sly voice echoed through the deserted corridor, making you froze on your spot abruptly. You slowly turned around on your heel to face Draco Malfoy. A cocky grin was gracing his pale face, his arms folded on his chest as he eyed you from head to toe. You couldn’t help it but roll your eyes at his smug behaviour, taking a slight step back.

“I could ask the same question, Malfoy,” you smiled innocently, hoping to distract him a little to be able to run back to your common room.

“Not so quickly, Y/L/N,” he sniggered as he looked through your thoughts easily, taking a few steps towards you.

Another plan was slowly forming inside your head. You knew very well that negotiating with Slytherins, especially Draco, wasn't the best way to get yourself out of trouble, but nothing else came to your mind at the moment. “How abou-”

Your voice ceased immediately. Someone was coming your way and by the sound of the clapping noise on the stone floor, it couldn’t be anyone else but Dolores Umbridge. Or Filch in high heels. Either option didn’t look promising to you.

But Draco was quick to act, apparently he’d done this before. He seized your arm and pulled you behind one of the curtains that were decorating the wall.

His whole body was pressed against your own, his suprisingly warm hand was covering your mouth as he stared into your eyes. “Do not move.” his lips moved but no sound came out. You nodded slightly and Draco removed his hand slowly.

Judging by the approaching noise, Umbridge just turned around in your corridor.

Draco must have sensed your nervosity (that wasn’t definitely caused by some toad in pink now) and grabbed both of your hands and placed them on his chest. A smug smirk appeared on his lips as he lowered his head a little. Only few inches were between the two of you and you found yourself closing your eyes and leaning in. His scent was intoxicating, as well as his hot touch. Your mind was screaming, your body slightly shaking, and you suddenly felt all dizzy and light-headed.

Umbridge was now only a couple of meters away and still coming closer.

“You make a sound and we’re both doomed.” Draco whispered into your ear, his lips brushed against your skin so lightly, like a wind caresses leaves and grass.

And then, when you were almost 100% positive that Umbridge was just passing the two of you, Draco pressed a wet kiss on your neck, sucking slightly at the sensitive skin. Your breath hitched in your throat and it took all your strenght not to let out a satisfactory moan. Your head was spinning as he kept on kissing your neck, making sure to mark his teritorry, which he would’t admit out loud in a million years.

You swallowed slowly, tilting your head a little to provide him with a better access and you felt how he smiled against your skin.

If someone asked you in the moment, who on earth is Umbridge, you wouldn’t be able to give the correct answer. Hell, you didn’t even remember your own name when Draco’s lips were now pressed against your jawline, his one hand wrapped around your waist and the other one gripping your hip tightly.

When you thought you couldn’t be quiet for any other second, Draco Malfoy kissed you properly on your mouth, supressing your moan. You had no idea how long you were glued to each other, it could be seconds as well as years, his skilled hands were roaming all over your body, trying to imprint you into his mind.

To your own displeasure, you had to pull away. This was not you, randomly making out in the middle of the night with the most popular Slytherin guy. Draco leaned closer one more and pressed a last soft kiss on your lips, then stepping away completely.

Both of your chests were raising rapidly and even though he was now standing almost a meter from you, you could still feel his hand holding you closer to him, his soft hair and most precisely his devil lips.

“What the hell was that?” you managed to get out of you, still whispering.

“What?” he raised his eyebrows as he tugged his hands into his pockets.

“Snogging me.”

After a few seconds of complete silence Draco spoke up again. “Don't flatter yourself, Y/L/N, it’s not like I fancy or something.”

You laughed sarcastically, “Oh, please! I could feel your hard-on.”

“Yeah?” he raised his voice slightly, stepping closer again, “well… you didn’t exactly struggle, did you, Y/L/N?”

You glared at him, not answering. His typical smirk was once again gracing his face and you couldn’t think of anything but how much you’d love to kiss it away.

“Next night, same time?” his voice filled your ears again and you met his grey eyes.

You nodded and with fireworks in your stomach (that Fred and George Weasley would be proud to produce) you parted your ways.

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[captaindibbzy]

Cause I have We Don't Talk About Bruno going round in my head again I smiling at the idea of Bruno actually giving out these various prophecies. Cause the song depicts him as this mysterious, maybe slightly evil, man. But if you listen to the prophecies?

"He told me my fish would die! The next day? DEAD!" Well a fish is a very specific thing to look for in a prophecy, and the next day is odd. So this lady sees her fish isn't doing well and goes to Bruno like "is he going to get better?" So he has a look and he's like "I'm sorry. No."

Then "He told me I'd grow a gut! And just like he said!" Well once again, that's quite oddly specific, so I imagine this guy going "will I maintain my fantastic physique for all time?!?" And Bruno is like "ERM, I'll check." And he turns up and goes "you're probably going to get a bit of a gut as you get older, but you're still cool."

The last one from the town is "He said all my hair would disappear, now look at my head :(" and I imagine this guy loosing some hair, or his hairline is receding so he goes to Bruno like "help :(" and Bruno is internally like "how???" But he does his thing and he's once again like "sorry, but it's not good news."

Cause these are all oddly specific things to look in tot he future for and given the nature of Bruno's visions and his personality it's not like he'd look for them even if they were there in the background of other things.

Isabella's prophecy "he told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and some day be mine. He told me that my powers would grow like the grapes that thrive on the vine." Can you imagine him actually saying that? I think it's more like she came to him asking about whether she will let the family down, the same pressure they all have, and he checks and he's like "no, you're going to make Abuela so proud. Your life's going to be a dream just like promised, and your powers going to grow. You know, like grapes on vines and stuff." And tiny Isabella, stars in her eyes is like 😃

While Dolores has a crush and she's like "Tio Bruno. Will I marry him? :)" And he has to find a way to tell her no.

#Encanto