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The town was respectfully quiet as Isabela let out a scream and jumped the leader responsible. Camilo was right behind her with tears in his eyes and a snarl on his lips.

No one could blame the two. Not when energetic sweet little Mirabel was lying there. Lying there looking almost dead and pretty crispy.

"It wasn't...it was supposed to be a joke...it wasn't..." One of the boys, and God he was Isabelas age. He was Isabelas age and had picked on a girl six years younger than him and done...done this!

Alma and Delores came running over, the listener having ran to get her grandmother and was pale in the face.

Alma looked shocked at the sight of the fight and how no one was stopping it.

"That's not a joke! Jokes are supposed to be funny!" Camilo snarled and his fist broke a few teeth in the boys skull.

"Camilo! Isabela! What are you two-" Alma began to demand they stop this madness, unable to believe her eyes at how Isabela was acting...

"You nearly killed her! You could have killed my baby sister!" Isabela was looking feral as she bit, scratched, punched and kicked. All sorts of plants springing up, certainly more than mere roses or vines. But no one was paying attention to that right now.

Almas voice caught in her throat and the air left her lungs all at once as those words registered in her mind. Could have...

"Where's Mirabel?" Alma demanded glancing at Delores who lead her over to where Julieta and Pepa and Luisa were gathered under a large tarp that someone was holding over them as the cold rain fell in waves and thunder crashed over head.

Alma collapsed to her knees, her face falling in horror at the sight and her skin going as pale as her second daughters.

The two continued to go nuts on the boys until there was a raspy choked cough. It immediately distracted them as they turned towards the sound and almost seemed to teleport over.

"Wh...what?" Mirabel cracked her eyes open slightly, and Luisa sobbed at how bad the left one was, completely white and the scar over it was horrible, and used her white eye to look up at everyone. She was squinting at them.

"Mira! Mirabel can you hear me?? Julieta asked and Mirabel gave a choked raspy laugh.

"I'm burnt not deaf..." Mirabel muttered and Pepa felt an almost hysterical laugh well up at that.

"We need you to hang on Mira. Just hang on okay?" Luisa was almost frantic as she held the tarp over her sister, mama and aunt.

"Course. Wanna meet my primo...not going anywhere." Mirabel said although the burns on her mouth were popping and bleeding at her talking, and her voice was definitely raspy.

Mirabel blinked slowly and her good eye squinted at everyone again.

"Wanna meet me? Why?" Camilo asked popping up beside his mother who immediately wrapped him in her arms.

"Not you...Abuelo says there's a new one...I wanna meet the baby..." Mirabel blinked slowly and she was feeling weak but was holding on. Everyone felt their breaths get knocked out of their lungs. Did...did she just say...

"Buelo says hi...an he loves us..." Mirabel said and she was being fed little bits of her mamas food to not irritate her burnt mouth and throat too bad but it worked slower like that.

Alma felt like she was in a horrible dream as a golden butterfly landed on Mirabels nose and she gave a small half smile.

"Not goin yet Buelo. Wanna meet baby."

BEAT EM UP⁉️

I’m putting the fight on WorldStar <333 Nah but jokes aside. Camilo is right. Pranks and jokes are supposed to be funny, and for the most part harmless. The fact that Mirabel ended up in such a horrible state, goes to show that this was not funny at all. AND THE FACT THAT THEY TRIED TO DEFEND THEMSELVES…UM…WHAT 🤨 You are 15-16, take responsibility for your actions. Face the consequences.

Poor Mirabel, I know they was telling her not to go towards the light 😭😭 And Pedro just pulling up like

“Hey I love you but it’s too early and like. You got a primo on the way, so like…don’t die please.”

And Mirabel was like oh ok. Regardless she would’ve pushed through anyway so. She do be surviving ‼️‼️‼️

Mirabel:

Ok I’ll stop 💀💀

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto alma #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto camilo #encanto luisa #encanto pepa #encanto julieta #encanto Pedro #burned mirabel au

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fandomn00blr · 4 years

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5 Questions for Writers

@serial-chillr tagged me and I’d rather talk about writing than actually do it today, so here! Lots of words about words!

Tagging some folks who I know also enjoy talking about their writing: @funkypoacher, @sarenkascrawls, @paraparadigm, @eranehn, @curiousartemis, @theaiobhan, @houseofaustrich, @dafan7711, @lostinfantasies38, @whatsherfacewrites (you all can feel free to ignore me, of course!)

And if anyone else wants to take any or all of these questions, as always, feel free, and tag me so I can read and appreciate your responses!

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why?

Oh. I don’t know if I can answer this. Can I just change the question to suit my needs? My favorite thing to think about when I write characters is “What is their sense of humor like? Is it a coping mechanism/defensive? A way to connect with others?”

I’ll focus on DA2 characters because they are my favs. I like writing wise-cracking little shits who occasionally have FEELINGS (so my Hawke and Anders, who actually always has feelings, and Varric and Isabela and...okay, so I write most of my DA2 characters like this to varying degrees). I also like writing the more stoic types with their deadpan zingers (*cough* Fenris...a little bit of Aveline, too, in this one when I get around to writing her). And the very sincere types, too, who would never crack jokes at another’s expense, but are just overall wonderfully warm, with, like, a sneaky sense of humor (Merrill...<333! And Bethany!).

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

Found families, definitely, hands down, no contest. Give me a group of people who care about each other and have been Through Shit together and I will write you so much banter and hugs and Looking Out for One Another and love and trying to heal together. I will even write them a few years down the road, getting old, and still hanging out, and laughing about the ridiculous things they’ve done together over the years. Maybe taking care of each other’s children or pets. Or mourning together as they begin to age and lose their memories, or each other. And...oh, fuck. :(

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

I’m the worrrrrsssstttt when it comes to descriptions. I usually don’t even try with places or settings. But I guess, people have bodies, so I have to describe them sometimes. Like, “His hair looked pretty. Her hands were there. No. There. Yes, right there...”

Here’s an attempt at describing my Amell’s first impression of her future wife in Fifth Blight:

Solona’s first tavern. And first brawl, with other humans, anyway. It was hard to separate out how much of the exhilaration she was feeling right now had come from the freedom to actually test her skills in combat, all the new experiences of life outside the Circle culminating in this, or was it the instant attraction she felt for the “lay sister,” as she referred to herself?

Solona couldn’t resolve the contradictions of this woman…her Chantry robes covered in blood, none of it hers, sprayed from the slicing of her own dagger in quick defense during a tavern brawl.

A pretty face, to be sure, pure and innocent, but then there were those perfectly pouty lips. Everything so well-composed at first glance – the kind of woman Solona had always been suspicious of in the Circle – until she spoke…with an underlying ferocity burning beneath that charming accent and the discerning glare of experience set in the creases that revealed themselves between her eyes.

Leliana is what she'd said her name was, in that false sing-songey voice of hers. A bard's voice. But Solona wasn't sure if that was the name she'd given her sweet Orlesian facade, or if she didn't have some other deeper, darker name. Desire, perhaps, given the way she immediately captivated her imagination and made her want to know what was beneath those robes...both figuratively and literally. Mouse had been Pride, after all. And while Solona was pretty sure she wasn’t in the Fade, why couldn’t this woman also be something more than she seemed?

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

I write SO MUCH DIALOGUE...some of it is bound to be halfway-decent, right? I mean, statistically-speaking...lol.

Here’s an older thing I’m a little bit proud of from my Prologue to Lost and Found (yes, I’m aware Justice and Anders don’t ‘talk’ like this in canon...and I don’t care...I like to write them as a bickering couple):

“Hey Anders!” Hawke called to him, loud enough for Fenris to hear. “We haven’t heard about what’s-their-name for a few days. Everything alright?”

“Who?”

“Your new ‘friend’...” Fenris grumbled up ahead. Hawke lit up. He was listening! They were very nearly having an actual conversation!

“Oh, I think they’re more than friends!” Hawke nudged Anders with her bony elbow right in the ribs. It wasn’t the gentlest of affection, but he’d take it. From her.

Fenris sighed and rolled his eyes at Hawke, who barely noticed. For as witty as she thought she was, she could be particularly slow to pick up on his own attempts at humor, dry and sarcastic as they were. Especially when she was distracted by something more sparkly or animated. Or someone. Namely, the mage.

“I honestly don't know what either of you are talking about,” Anders insisted.

“Oh please...you talk about them all the time, right Fenris?”

“Clemence, was it?”

“Yeah! That’s it! You’re always like, ‘Clemence looked so cute today. Clemence came for another visit. I made Clemence dinner last night. I hope Clemence will stay longer next time. Clemence Clemence Clemence!’”

Anders looked at both of them in disbelief for a moment. They were kidding, right? Hawke was, of course, constantly teasing him about all his supposed admirers. But she was usually way more obvious about it. And Fenris...he wasn’t sure Fenris even had a sense of humor. They must have thought -- he suddenly burst out into laughter.

“The Abomination is losing it. Say the word, Hawke, and I will take care of him,” Fenris muttered.

Anders felt Justice stirring.

He’s kidding, Justice. Relax.

“You think that Clemence is a -- “ Anders couldn’t contain his delight as a second fit of laughter overtook him.

Hawke looked at Fenris. Did he know what was so hilarious? He simply shrugged back at her and kept walking. He always seemed so irritated and impatient with the mage. She had really hoped this casual conversation between the three of them might have lasted more than a few minutes, but it seemed Fenris had already lost interest.

YOU CANNOT ALLOW THIS MISUNDERSTANDING TO CONTINUE. IT ISN’T RIGHT. AND SURELY A FELINE IS NOT A SUITABLE PARTNER FOR A HUMAN, ANYWAY. HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IF IT HAD GIVEN PROPER CONSENT?

Cats are actually pretty clear when it comes to giving consent, or taking it away. But that’s hardly the most pressing issue in this entirely ridiculous hypothetical situation you’ve suggested…

WHY DO YOU FIND THIS SO AMUSING?

It’s just that...oh, nevermind.

“Oh wow! Okay! Sorry…” He took a deep breath. “Clemence is a cat! A stray I’ve been feeding and trying to convince to hang around the clinic to keep the mice and rats at bay!”

5. Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

I’ve written it, but I haven’t published it yet. Shortly after giving birth to my own daughter, I wrote a birth scene for my Hawke that, in my series, is still a few chapters away. It’s...graphic, I guess? But very real and, in my opinion, kinda beautiful? Complicated? Joyful! Except when it’s terrifying. Someday I will look back over it and maybe even share it (with anyone who WANTS to read such a thing)!

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