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foggyfanfic · 6 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: As the thought solidified in her mind, she heard a crackle, and the ground shifted beneath her feet. When she looked down, a crack had formed.

She stared at it.

Oh.

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6. Drawing a Blank

Mirabel spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out how to get Isabela to confess whatever secret she was hiding so she could tell her sister she loved her even if she was weird, and spoiled, and kinda stupid sometimes.

She thought about pursuing the mystery of the cracks some more, but she figured this thing with Isabela was more important. Besides, maybe if she spent more time around Isabela, she’d see more cracks and get another lead. She wasn’t abandoning her secret adventure, she was just waiting for new information.

Knocking on Isabela’s door didn’t make her magically appear, so Mirabel paced around the nursery a little, then laid down and stared at the ceiling. She dozed a bit, but woke herself up with thoughts of Isabela.

Mirabel rolled onto her side and stared at the empty bed that had previously held Antonio.

Nice as it was to have her own room again, she already missed her little buddy.

She stood, stretched, and left the nursery in search of Antonio. The natural place to start was his new room, and sure enough, when she knocked on the door she heard her own father invite her in.

Schooling in Encanto was getting increasingly complicated. They didn’t have formal teachers for anyone who wasn’t between the ages of six and thirteen, but they did have a fair number of people who knew enough about science, literature, history, or math to teach it. Mirabel, Camilo, and Amada were still technically in school, but that mostly just meant they were given weekly homework assignments and had the option to ask their “teachers” for help.

For anyone younger than six, people generally just taught their own kids. In the Madrigal family, Tío Bruno handled the alphabet and basic spelling, Tío Félix handled general things like the names of all the colors and reading a clock, and her Pá handled numbers and counting.

That’s what they were working on when Mirabel entered. Antonio was sitting on Agustín’s shoulders, concentrating on a family of capybaras.

“So, there’s more than four, what number comes after four?”

Antonio held up four fingers, then extended his thumb, he held his hand out for Agustín to see, “Cinco?”

“Sí! Bien!” Agustín wiggled himself so he could gently jostle Antonio, “Now, are there more than five capybaras?”

Antonio counted them off on his fingers, then shook his head, “No.”

“You’re right! Come on, let’s go count the birds next,” Antonio started walking, “hola Mira, anything I can help you with?”

“No, I was just missing my favorite primito,” Mirabel followed her father, wiggling her fingers up at Antonio.

He waved enthusiastically back, “We’re seeing how many animals are in my room!”

“Oh, wow, that’s a good idea. How many have you counted so far?”

“Um,” he looked at his hand, holding up all five fingers, then held up four fingers on his other hand, “this many?”

“And how many is that?”

“Nieve?”

“Ay, you’re so smart! Soon you’ll know more than Papá,” Mirabel enthused.

“True, then I’ll be out of a job,” Agustín joked.

“Your job is being a Tío,” Antonio said, leaning over Agustín’s head so he could look him in the eye.

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Mm-hm,” Antonio nodded, enthusiastically.

“I like that, that sounds like a great job,” he paused under a tree branch where a pair of toucans sat side by side, “Alright Tonito, how many?”

“Dos!”

“And that brings our total too?”

Antonio frowned as he ran out of fingers, “Umm…”

“Here, you can borrow some of my fingers,” Mirabel held up her hands, “how many do you need?”

“Just one for now,” Antonio put his hands next to Mirabel’s and stared at their collective fingers, then he whispered, “What comes after diez?”

“Once,” Mirabel whispered back.

“Once!” Antonio proudly repeated to Agustín.

“Very good,” he laughed, “nice use of teamwork.”

They started walking again in search of more birds, Mirabel taking the time to really look around the room now that it wasn’t filled with party goers. It was beautiful.

She felt a little pang of jealousy, despite her efforts to stamp it down. It was just-.

If Mirabel had gotten a room, she would want something light and airy like this. Maybe with giant spools of embroidery thread, and plenty of places for her to sit both with or without her family. She liked the mosaics in Luisa’s pool, and the garden in Isabela’s room, and the maze of caves in Tío Bruno’s room.

But she wasn’t going to get a room, because instead of that magic being used to give her a gift and her own room, it was stored away for a rainy day.

But, she was happy she had such an important job. She was proud of herself. Mirabel was fine.

She stopped walking.

Oh.

Mirabel was fine, Tía Pepa was fine, Isabela was fine, Dolores was fine, and Luisa was fine.

Or in other words, none of them were happy.

Mirabel wasn’t happy.

As the thought solidified in her mind, she heard a crackle, and the ground shifted beneath her feet. When she looked down, a crack had formed.

She stared at it.

Oh.

Her heart started beating in her ears. The cracks happened when they were unhappy. Whenever a crack appeared it was because a member of the family wasn’t ok.

How the hell was she supposed to fix that?!

Unhappiness happened! It was a part of life. Fine, ok, yes, if Mirabel was going to be honest with herself, she wasn’t happy that she was the miracle’s back up plan, she wasn’t happy she didn’t get her own room, and she definitely wasn’t happy being coddled the way Abuela always did.

But!

But she thought of the absolute trust in Antonio’s eyes as he held his hand out for her help, she thought of Octavia trying and failing to mold the earth into a statue of Mirabel after getting her gift, of Amada stomping her foot and demanding that Mirabel get the awesome gift she deserved. Mirabel thought about Tío Bruno saying how smart and mature she was, of Camilo risking Abuela’s ire to get Mirabel a day of freedom, even of the hug Isabela had given her earlier.

Mirabel wasn’t perfectly happy, but she was far from miserable. She was loved, she had people who cared about and supported her. No matter what else was going on in her life-.

The ground shifted again, and Mirabel looked down to see the crack was gone. The second part of the puzzle clicked into place.

The cracks appeared when they weren’t happy, but went away when they felt loved and supported.

So, why hadn’t the cracks in the wall gone away?

Dolores had said that the cracks used to open and close all the time, implying that it was only recently that the cracks had started sticking around. Why? What had changed?

“Miraboo?” her father called from somewhere beyond the bushes, reminding Mirabel where she was.

“Coming,” she called, racing towards her father’s voice, when she caught up with them she said, “sorry, sorry, I was just enjoying how pretty this place is.”

Antonio smiled proudly at that, and Mirabel was struck by how happy he always got whenever she complimented or praised him. Her opinion mattered to him. She mattered to him. It was something she already knew, but in light of her epiphany, it just fed her confusion.

Her thoughts still circled around the cracks even while she continued to help her Pá teach Antonio how to count. The Madrigals loved each other, a lot.

What sort of pain could be enough to overpower the love between them?

AN: I didn't want to spend too long letting Mirabel wonder how the cracks work, since we the audience already know, and instead have tried to make it believable that she would arrive at this conclusion without the house falling to pieces. Since everybody reading this already knows the major beats, this is more of a bomb under the table type story than a mystery.

#mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustin madrigal #Encanto #Encanto AU

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immabethehero · 2 years

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Encantober Day 10 - Animals

As it turns out, Bruno’s rats cannot keep a secret.

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“Don’t say anything.”

“What if the boy asks?”

“Then we’ll just talk about the one with the red bow!”

“That seems a bit mean, don’t you think?”

“It’s better than blowing Mamá’s cover!”

Parce clenches his fists as the small rats scurry across the cupboards and shelves, slowly making their way to Antonio. They look so delicious, yet he knows not to eat any meat in front of Antonio, his new friend. At least, any moving meat.

“What’s got you freaking out?” Chispi asks as she rounds the corner. “You’re acting like the rest of Antonio’s family.”

“Rats would make a great quick snack but I have a feeling I shouldn’t be eating these,” Parce responds.

“Why not? They’re just rats, it’s not like anyone will miss them,” Chispi says.

“Their mamá might,” Parce says. “They keep saying ‘don’t blow Mamá’s cover’.”

“Mamá?” Chispi cocks her head. “Why would they be hiding their own mother?”

“Let’s ask them,” Parce says. The two animals trot over to where the rats are hiding. Chispi clears her throat.

The rats jump out of their hiding spot, leaping from the top part of the shelf and landing on the ground. They groan as they roll to their feet.

“Hello,” Chispi says. The rats turn and gasp when they see the bigger animals. The smaller ones immediately dart behind the tallest.

“I assume you’re here to talk to Antonio, right?” Chispi asks.

The tallest rat cautiously walks closer to Chispi, mindful of the jaguar behind her. “Antonio? Is that the smallest human’s name?”

Chispi nods. “He’s one of the magical humans. He can talk to animals. Do you have something to say to him?”

“Uhhh…” the tallest rat falters as the other two shake their heads. He quickly turns around to chat to the other two. The trio exchange angry whispers before the middle one, with flecks of white on her back, speaks up.

“We just, uh, were grabbing some food for our mamá,” she stammers, wringing her tail. “He hasn’t had warm food for a while and it’s not like the family is eating the rest of that delicious meal, right?”

“He? I thought all mamás were female,” Parce remarks. The other rats glare at the spotted rat.

“It’s just a term we use for him!” the spotted rat hastily exclaims. “He looks after our whole colony, and in return, we bring him something to eat!”

“Why would a rat need human food?” Chispi interrogates, squinting.

The rats tremble under her fearful gaze. Parce can’t blame them. In the 24 hours he’s known her, Chispi has already become the mother friend of the group, and can weed out a lie with her gaze in mere seconds.

“Chispi, what are you doing to those poor rats?” a small voice asks. The animals look up to see Antonio running back into the dining room, Pico the toucan perched on his shoulder. The young boy suddenly spots the rats and bends down, holding his hands out.

“Hello! You must be the rats I hear in the walls!” Antonio says. “You guys sure mumble a lot. Well, one of you does. He’s always near the dining room.”

The smallest rat suddenly screams, startling all parties. Chispi and Parce quickly rush to Antonio’s side while Pico flies into the air.

“ALRIGHT I ADMIT IT THERE’S A HUMAN LIVING IN YOUR WALLS, HE’S HAVING AN IDENTITY CRISIS AND HE PATCHES THE CRACKS THAT YOUR PRIMA SAW ON YOUR BIRTHDAY HE’S THE ONE WHO MADE THE GREEN TABLET YOU SAW TONIGHT!”

Antonio’s jaw drops and he turns to the family mural behind Abuela’s chair. Lightning flashes over the missing man’s portrait. “Tío Bruno is living where?!”

#antonio madrigal #parce encanto #chispi encanto #bruno's rats #bruno madrigal #disney encanto #encantober #encanto fanfiction #apparently i can write #immabethehero

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lunamadrigal · 2 years

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......... Coconut Milk

“Uh huh. No. To the left!” Antonio shouted up at the swaying palma canopy where bright multi colors rustled about within the giant leaves. “Your other left!” He corrected, cupping his hands over his small lips to emphasize the sound.

“I KNOW YOU’RE A BIRD PICO! YOU HAVE A LEFT WING! YOUR LEFT! YOUR LEFT!”

A chuckle escaped my chest as I watched Toñito flail his short boyish arms through the air at Pico. His toucan sat perched 200 feet above him, head tilted in mock confusion at the instructions he was getting from his pint-sized owner. I suppose being able to speak to animals and being able to communicate are two totally different things. Those two might as well be speaking different languages right now.

“Sí!” Antonio huffed before Pico’s beak began to furiously chip away at the round fibrous fruit hanging in plain sight.

“How many did Julieta say to bring back again?” The deep voice of my cuñado beside me questioned while scratching what little hair covered his chin.

I knew we should have written it down but everyone laughed when I made the suggestion. I felt my eyebrow raise at him, wanting to point out that fact but instead quickly swallowed the thought down.

“As many as we can carry Félix. I’d rather not have to watch this…”, gesturing at the ridiculous show Antonio and Pico were putting on, all to get a few coconuts, “... again.” At least they were determined, I’ll give them that. It was very cute.

“WOOHOO!” The tiny voice hollered proudly, holding up his first coconut in the air like he just won a trophy. You’d think it was his first time ever seeing one up close before, the way his nose wiggled as he sniffed the rough furry surface of it.

“Tío look!” Antonio added with a wild grin while hopping in place. “Can tía really make coconut milk from this?”

My shoulders shrugged unintentionally as I hadn’t a clue how my hermana was planning on making ice cream out of the coconut milk. These aren’t questions to be asking the family weirdo and my mind slowly wandered, picturing the vision I had earlier in the day that started this little mission of ours. Next time I have a spontaneous vision that is food related I’m keeping it to myself cause of course I’d get roped into completing this task.

“If anyone can, it'll be your tía, mijo!” Félix interjected just as another coconut came flying to the ground in front of us.

The sound it made as it hit the bottom and cracked open made me flinch, reminding me of the sound Casita used to make when another crack formed. The memory twisted my stomach and sent a wave of cold shivers across my skin. These flashbacks had been coming on more often and I felt powerless against them as my eyes glossed over, zoning out and into space.

“Ay amigo…”, Félix chuckled, pulling my mind back into the moment. “Whatcha think?” His shirtless body swayed like the palma surrounding us, dancing to the sound of the wind only it could understand.

“There might be more than one use for these things.” The two halved coconuts were being held up to his bare chest, continuing his mock rhythmic dancing.

I knew what he was doing, of course I did. He was trying to distract me from spiraling down a dark hole where my thoughts would take me, back to before, back to behind the walls. And I loved him for it.

“Think it’ll fit you?” Félix nodded my way smiling where I still sat, hidden in the shade of the trees.

The warm breeze picked up again, tossling my hair and giving the palmas a new tune to sing. I closed my eyes and took in the feeling. I can do this, I smiled.

“Only one way to find out.” I smiled back.

🥥 🥛 🥥 🥛 🥥 🥛 🥥 🥛

Pico is Dug the golden retriever and you can’t tell me otherwise. Also Félix and Bruno in a coconut bra cause I said so.

Shout out to the creators @breannaaiedail @missilestorm1 for pronouncing July 25th Encanto Milk Day

AND almost equally if not more important... A very happy birthday to the glitter in my sails, the sparkle in my night sky, the queen of nightingales @glitternightingale The world is more bright cause of you.

I mean we're already married but I'd marry you again so

#encanto milk day #encanto milk #encanto coconut milk #boys in bras #pint-sized antonio #i just wanna see bruno in a coconut top #does the hula #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno's prophecies #bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #encanto fic

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amazoniatale · 1 year

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AmazoniaTale Floresttale au original my au original

Amazoniatale (Foresttale) In Modelingtale's Au Eeva and wirte!sans were bored and frustrated because they wanted to know other universes, but papyrus didn't want them to leave, so in the middle of Write!sans thoughts he had an idea. "hey!, Eeva!", "yes,sans?", "Since we can't leave this universe, why don't we create our own au" bright stars come out of her head and a bright aura too, Eeva is insecure with this idea: "We?! Create an AU?!", "Of course why not?" a question comes out of sans head, "What if papy finds out and if we do this and other aus suspect us, what are they going to do with us and if they find us out?!" , she puts her hands over her head imagining the worst, he holds them and says: "Eeva relax, just don't sign with our names, and with our initials", he winks at her, she calms down and is convinced. So they begin to create their universe based on the history books of surface humans that papyrus brought, in addition to biology books about. the fauna and flora, and finally write finishes writing to Au" phew….. good….. we're done hey can you help me? , Eeva looks at him with a curious look "with what?", " help me bring our au to life? , "how would that work?" , " well you have the gift of creating living beings and I have the gift of giving them feelings, if we focus all our energy on this role we can make it come to life! in theory", "but what if it doesn't work out? " " well ….at least we tried". So the two decide to concentrate all their energy on the leaf and thus create Amazonia tale, but Eeva leaves a small tiny part of her energy in a tree that she named "tree of life" or "buriti of life", a large tree that would be kept by a ghost a lion with 7 wings and 7 eyes made of pure light that for 50 to 50 years the people would feed from the tree to gain eternal life and connect to nature, while this tree feeds and strengthens this universe bringing water, wind and life to her if someone disobeyed would earn a punishment and curse for getting too close to the tree at the wrong time, and anyone who tries to attack or enter the forest with an impure heart would be visited by this beast and this would make him lose all his senses in the same Aldem time to kick him out of the forest. When they finished their creation, they gained a magic sphere, where they could dazzle the creation they had created and guard it. They signed with W.E so that Au would have a mysterious creator.

AU Tribes: The AU is divided into three tribes.

Guyrá Tribe (Ares)

Yahto araruna (blue macaw) (great warrior)

Porã Araruna (red macaw, rainbow macaw or colorful macaw) (party singer)

Yoki Araruna (Canindé macaw) (helps to cultivate and harvest food for the village) (the three are twin brothers)

Cauã Bagé (Gaviao real) (leader of the group

) Oriba Araxá (uirapuru) (guardian of the forest and symbol of legend) Iracema Bambui (purple hummingbird) (helps to bring nectar and food to the audeia too)

Taiguara Iabá (toucan) trader

Kayapo Tribe (forest)

Toriba Iapuama- (great military macaw) (novice warrior)

Snowly (jaguar) (warrior)

Jaciara (black panther) (merchant)

Deimos (I'll change that name because it's too ugly) (Guara wolf) (village child)

Abaeté (golden lion mico) (healer of all tribes)

Iguatu Tribe (rivers)

Jandir Iguapé (son of the pink dolphin with Iara) (merchant and warrior protector legend of the pink dolphin)

Lúna Iguapé (sister of Jandir) (mermaid and wishes to be the future protector of the Amazon)

Paitã (yellow-snouted alligator) (warrior and chief of the waters)

Human: Anahi Jurandir (Tupi Indian)

Protective cracks:

King - Curupira

Trader - Caipora

Vigolante- Boitata

my au and my ocs: @teensadventuresstudio and @amazoniatale

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baventheraven · 9 months

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Seriously considering posting that one crack fic about Toucan Sam x Mike Wazowski that I've not finished or even touched in like months, but alas I need to proofread it and get the inspiration to even finish it- Yippee for no motivation

/sar

#writing #fanfic #crackship #crack

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stevelieber · 2 years

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From the 2022 Comic-Con International Souvenir book:

At Helioscope, the Portland, Oregon, studio I shared with Jesse Hamm, we used to say that if you wanted to know where Jesse was headed, just look for the Jesse-shaped hole in the nearest wall. That’s something we all admired about Jesse: his single-mindedness, his ability to focus. To make a choice and follow through. It could be frustrating, too, for those of us around him who loved him. He set his priorities, and if something wasn’t important to him, it was like it didn’t even exist.

I sat next to Jesse for a decade. He wasn’t always able to come to the studio in person. His public transit commute took a long time. He’d arrive with amazing stories involving bodily fluids, or a meth & machete guy, or some new and inventive violation of the social contract. Jesse was like a conversational sniper. If you weren’t engaging him directly, he might stay silent for hours, waiting for the exact moment to say something absolutely devastating. His art was like that too. Maximum impact created by minimum lines. Not minimum effort. No, Jesse worked like a fiend to achieve the simplicity, the economy that characterized his work. Jesse quoted the illustrator Robert Fawcett once to the mentees at our studio, something like: “Charm in art comes from achieving adequate ends by seemingly inadequate means.” To pull off that trick, you need to know everything about your subject. Simplicity isn’t sterility. Jesse had a lot to say, and he had the hard-won ability to distill it all down to a few words in a sentence, or to a few marks on the paper.

I used to write a column for Comic-Con’s Toucan blog, discussing the art and craft of making comics. When I was unable to continue, I had only one recommendation to take over my spot. Jesse was one of the best writers we have on the topic. I remember reading one of the instructional essays he wrote, in which he was comparing and contrasting two artists’ approaches to similar subject matter. Both artists had huge bodies of work, and Jesse had managed to find several instances where they’d drawn similar subjects from similar angles. He would have had to sift through thousands of pages to find those matching panels, and I knew his deadlines didn’t allow for all that time-consuming research. I asked him how he did it. How did he find those perfect examples? He seemed surprised that anyone would ask. He just tapped his temple and said, “It’s all up here.”

We miss him terribly, everyone who knew and loved him. There’s a Jesse-shaped hole in all of our lives now. He was so knowledgeable, and so good at communicating that knowledge. It was wonderful to see him find his path as an essayist and an educator. I think he enjoyed that role. He was better than anyone I’ve ever met at cracking the code of what an artist does, discerning and explaining what makes their work effective. And he could share that understanding with such warmth, such brevity and clarity. I learned a lot from Jesse, and I can’t ever repay him. Jesse left us, all of us, with so many lessons. And they aren’t gone. They’re all up here.

#jesse hamm #tribute

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achitka · 2 years

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Doors (Chapter 19) Apprentices

Tio Bruno is feeling chatty…can't really blame him, he has a lot of talking to catch up on

Apprentices

Camilo woke to find he had a bit of a sore throat and wondered if Tía Julieta was out of bed. He got up, dressed and was on his way down to the kitchen, sure that was where his Tía would be. Instead, he found Mirabel at the bottom of the stairs, sitting behind a table with a pitcher and cups.

“Aren't you a little old to be running a lemonade stand, Mira?” Camilo said as he stepped up in front of her.

She ignored the question and asked, “Good Morning, Camilo, throat hurt?” and handed him a cup of juice.

“How did you know that?”

“Everyone seems to have one so Mamá set me up here to pass out sore throat juice.”

“Okay,” he said and took a sip, then set down the cup.

“You have to drink all of it Cam,” Mirabel said and re-offered the cup.

“And if I don't?”

Mirabel shrugged. “You'll probably be fine for about an hour then...” she let it hang there.

“Fine,” he said and took the cup and downed it all. Antonio came down next, he had Pico the toucan on his arm, the bird hopped onto the table and chirped as if to inform her of Antonio's sore throat. She set the cup in front of the bird who delicately picked it up with his beak and without so much a spilling a drop took it over to Antonio.

“Oh and before I forget, Mamá says we have to stay here until she gets back because we all might be contagious.”

“Where did she go?” Camilo asked.

“To talk to Dr. González and to see if there were any townsfolk that came down with whatever this is.”

Isa and Luisa came down and Mirabel gave both the juice and instructions to stay home for now. Isa stated she felt fine, but Luisa admitted her throat did feel a little scratchy this morning. Mirabel's sisters left with Antonio into the kitchen but Camilo stayed. Given all the hubbub the previous night he had questions. The adults tended to give him incomplete answers, but Mira would just tell him. So, he found a chair and sat down next to his prima. He leaned back in the chair, tipping it on its back legs and waited as Tío Bruno and Dolores got their cups and went into the kitchen. They were shortly followed by his parents and Tío Agustín.

His mother came around the table and untipped his chair. She felt his forehead and asked after drinking her juice, “You have a sore throat too, Camilo?”

“Yeah.” he answered.

“I'm sorry, mi vida. Well, Antonio won't be going to school today, your Tía says he'll need to stay home for a few days. He wasn't in his room. Did he already come by?”

“Yeah, he went into the kitchen with Isa and Luisa.”

“He had his juice then,” His mother stated more than asked and headed into the kitchen. Camilo again tipped his chair back. The only ones he hadn't seen were Abuela and Tía. Mirabel was up and clearing the cups onto a tray, but before she could pick it up and leave, Camilo let the chair drop back to the floor. He put a hand on her arm and asked, “So is Abuela okay?”

“She's better.” Mirabel said sitting back down, “but I was really afraid we were going to lose her last night. Never been so scared. I think the only reason she didn't was because Mamá's Gift has changed in an unexpected way. But Mamá says that it's probably not like the flu. I forget what she said exactly, but that's why we're all having juice before breakfast.” Mirabel paused as Casita clattered a few tiles nearby and said, “Cam, can you please take these to the kitchen for me? Make sure you put them in the sink and wash your hands, I'll catch up shortly.” She then filled a cup with some juice and headed up the stairs.

Camilo watched her go then looked at the tray but decided to do as she asked anyway. He headed into the kitchen to find his Tía was there with another man he knew was Dr. González. He was a tall man with a thin build, and a cracked face that never seemed to smile. He was leaning down to hear Tía over the chatter in the room. She guided him to the stairs, and together they headed, he assumed, to Abuela's room. Turning back to the kitchen he saw breakfast was already done, and his family was eating without him.

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Mirabel went into her room but did not close the door. For whatever reason she didn't want to look at the other side of it. Stopping at Abuela's door she went to set the cup of juice on the nightstand and sat down in the chair by the bed. The shutters were closed shutting out the morning sun. Abuela was still asleep and Mira hoped she was having a happy dream of Abuelo. Her mother came in her room with Dr. González and Mirabel got up and went there. Her mother smiled and closed Abuela's door behind her. She indicated Mirabel should sit on a nearby chair, so she did, hoping she was not in the way.

The Doctor came around in front of her, set down his bag on the bed and opened it, pulling out a flashlight. The Doctor waived her mother closer and asked Mirabel to open her mouth. Mira looked to her mother who nodded, so Mirabel did as requested.

“See those tiny white spots on the at the back of her throat?” Her mother nodded and the doctor continued, lightly touched her chin and Mirabel closed her mouth, “She's not throwing up, correct?” Her mother nodded, “Now feel here,” he said as he touched the sides Mira's neck just below her jaw, Mirabel winced a little and he apologized as he took his hands away. The Doctor indicated her mother should do the same so, her mother smiled at Mira as she placed her hands as he had.

“Oh, there's a lumpiness.”

“Those are her lymph-nodes, they're a bit swollen, but nothing concerning. This is also a sign that the infection is bacterial and treatable with antibiotics. Check everyone and have anyone with a sore throat in your household stay home for at least 48 hours. Give them your juice mixture, I'd say at least four times day for about a week. But you shouldn't be contagious after the first two days.”

Her mother turned to her and asked, “Everyone had their juice?” Mira nodded. Her mother smiled and told her she should go eat breakfast. Mirabel nodded and got up. They moved to Abuela's room, but didn't close the door. As she was leaving she heard the doctor say, “I want to thank you for bringing me that juice this morning. I was worried because I do not have much of a supply of penicillin. Am I correct in assuming your healing ability does not work on yourself.” There was a pause and Mira assumed her mother nodded, “The pills I had you take will help your body kill the bacteria, but you'll need to take them, just like the juice, four times a day for the next seven days.”

Mirabel realized she was eavesdropping, so she walked quietly out into the hallway and down to the kitchen. She hadn't realized her mother was sick like everyone else. Mirabel paused in her thinking, clearly this was a stupid assumption on her part. She walked into the dining room and everyone was eating except her Pa who was no doubt waiting for her mother. She made herself a small plate and sat down next to Camilo and Dolores. Antonio had already gone back upstairs with his mother. Tío Félix and Tío Bruno were talking about how to get as much juice as possible made, or perhaps another drink could be used. Isa suggested coffee or even mint tea from the opposite side of the table, but also said she would grow whatever plant they needed.

Mirabel pushed food around on her plate with her fork. It still hurt to swallow, so instead of eating she said, “Hey, Pa?”

“Yes?”

“Can you teach me to make pants?”

His eyebrows went up but he nodded and poured himself some coffee. “I can and it shouldn't take too long, since you're already adept at making dresses. Any particular reason?”

Luisa and Isa were watching her and Mirabel shrugged and said, “If we gotta stay in the house for the next two days, might as well learn something new.”

“Two days?” Camilo asked.

“That's what the Doctor says,” Mirabel answered, “You that excited about taking Antonio to school?”

“Actually I was going to talk with Senor Ramirez about a job.”

“At the school? Oh that sounds exciting. What kind?” Mirabel asked.

Camilo did not appear to want to answer.

“Camilo was offered an apprenticeship to be a teacher.” Dolores stated proudly. She had gotten up and was standing behind her brother now and bent over giving him a hug.

“That sounds wonderful,” Luisa said, “You're sure to do great! The kids all love you.”

“Good on you, Primo,” Isa said, “Congratulations.”

“A teacher, that's great!” Tío Bruno said.

“Mirabel,” her father said, “Since you want to learn to make pants, we'll make Camilo a new pair. He'll want to make a good impression. You had a lot of nice material in your room, where did it come from?”

“Abuelo Joseph's shop. He donated some for Camilo's theater project.”

“Oh, well we'll need to stop by and thank him then. Once you can leave the house that is.”

“Oooo, that would be perfect,” Mirabel said and turned to Camilo, “You up for it, Primo? It'll make sewing the boy costumes a little easier too, I think Bri knows how to make pants but she's a terrible teacher.”

Camilo was just staring at the lot of them, he seemed genuinely taken aback by the avalanche of praise and offers of help, but he smiled then nodded to her.

“Great!” Mirabel said.

Her mother came into the dining room then. Dr. González was not with her, but Abuela was.

“Good morning, Abuela!” Everyone said. Isa and Luisa sounded very enthusiastic, probably a bit of guilt for not say good night the day before.

“Good morning, everyone,” Abuela replied and came and sat at the table. Her mother was ladling some of the chicken soup she finished preparing this morning into some bowls and brought it to Abuela. Her mother sat down with a sigh looking at all the dishes on the table. Isa and Luisa got the hint as both stood and started clearing the table and went into the kitchen with a load, Dolores who had collected an armful herself, went as well. Camilo went with his father, he said, to check on Antonio. Her father poured his mother a cup of mint tea and one for Abuela as well. He waited for her mother to start eating before he too left the dining room with an armload of dishes. She was about to get up herself until Tío Bruno sat next to her putting a bowl of soup in front of her. He apparently noticed she hadn't eaten much of her breakfast.

“Eat,” he said and handed her a spoon. Her mother and Abuela smiled as she took the spoon and started eating. The soup kinda felt nice on her throat, so she finished it all. Her throat felt noticeably better and Mirabel remembered the rosary she still had in her pocket. She'd spent a few minutes this morning examining it before her mother came in her room handing her a cup of juice, leaving her only to go check on Abuela. The rosettes were not the most polished creations, but it had the look of something made with great care. She wondered then if her Tío had made it and was going to give it back to him, but he stopped her and told her it was hers now.

“Thanks, Tío.”

“You're welcome Mira. So now that you've eaten, you have a few minutes for your Tío?” he asked, “There's something I want to show you.”

“Ummm, okay,” she said a little nervously when she noticed her mother pause in her eating. She looked at her brother intently. Bruno nodded slightly to her and she returned to her meal. Mirabel followed her Tío out of the dining room, up the second floor, stopping at the base of the tower stairs. He looked at the door there and harrumphed and started up. When they reached the door, he turned toward Mirabel, handed her a small amount of salt and waived at her to come closer to the door. He held out his hand and she took it and he threw the salt in his own hand over his shoulder. Mirabel mimicked him and knocked on the door with him five times and once on her head.

He gave her an appreciative smile and opened the door. They walked into the empty room, and her Tío turned her toward the stairs. Once at the top, Mirabel stared in disbelief at all the doors.

“Where did these all come from?”

“You don't know?”

“Not a clue. Casita?” There was an unusually long clattering and Mirabel asked, “Abuela?” There was additional clattering as she walked up and down the dirt path. It was dirt too, she wondered if she'd be able to dig here.

“So Casita is saying Mamá did this?” Tío Bruno asked.

“Casita isn't sure if she asked or if they were here the whole time and Abuela triggered it.” Mirabel went to the door with the light shining over it. It looked a lot like Abuela's door in her room, just no knocker. “This was the only one that was here when she came up here yesterday,”

“This one was locked last night,” he said then added when she tilted her head questioningly, “We, meaning myself, your mother and Tía Pepa were here poking around last night.”

Curious she turned the knob. It was not locked now. She glanced over to her Tío, he had a look of concern but stepped up next to her as she opened it. She let the door swing all the way open and peered in. She let out a relieved sigh, it was her Abuela's room, but she was not there at the moment. Mirabel wondered if this was why the door to her Abuela's room had gone missing last night. If it was, that was just weird. She pulled the door closed and looked at the others.

“I wonder where these go?” She walked to the next closest door and found it to be locked. There was a key hole but no key in sight.

“I think we should talk to your Abuela before we try any more of them. No telling where they lead,” her Tío said.

“Yeah probably a good idea.” Mirabel said and then turned to the path that stretched into the forest pointed and asked, “What about that?”

“No idea, though it does look suspiciously like the path behind Casita.”

“Why suspiciously?”

“Mira, were standing in the tallest tower of a magically animated house, where a random path has appeared leading...somewhere and not even the house knows where.”

“True,” she said then added, “But don't you want to know where it goes?”

“Not at the moment. Either way you're sick remember? You want to exhaust your mother, who is also sick, by getting worse?”

Mirabel realized she had not remembered. Whatever happened with her mother's Gift had made her being sick more of an inconvenience than an actual concern. A selfish and dangerous way of thinking if she ever heard one. Making herself worse would definitely not help. Mirabel sighed and said, “You're right, Tío.”

“Good, now there's something else I want you to take a look at,” Tío Bruno said and turned toward the stairs. Mirabel followed but paused to look at the path one more time before descending. It was weird, but she thought that someone, somewhere in that darkness was calling out for help. Probably her imagination.

She followed him next to his room. He swung open the door and was instantly assailed by a number of his friends. “Hang on,” he said to them as he went to the desk. He moved a vision tablet out of the way and picked up a number of pieces of paper. He indicated she should sit down on the sofa as he handed her the papers that appeared to have sketches on them. She assumed she was supposed to look at them because her Tío was occupied with the rats. She alternately looked at the drawings and watched her Tío as he pulled a small package wrapped in a napkin out from his pocket. He spent a few minutes breaking up the arepas, making sure that none of the rats were left out.

“Tío what are these sketches of?”

He cocked an eyebrow then had a realization and said, “Sorry, I forgot you didn't know about these. These are sketches I made of what I remembered of the visions I've been having.”

Alarmed Mirabel asked, “Visions?” she only knew about the one, “How many?”

“As of this morning maybe 18...maybe...”, he trailed off seeing her concerned expression.

“Oh my gosh, Tío are you okay?”

“I'm fine, never better,” he smiled and sitting on the ottoman.

“But, Abuela said...you...”

“Did she?” he asked

Mirabel nodded.

He seemed surprised by that but leaned in and said, “Yes, that used to be true.”

“Does that mean your Gift changed too?”

“I suppose it does, but not in the way you may be thinking. Can't say I can do anything new, but Mira, I used to spend an inordinate amount of my time fighting those visions off. That one in Isa's room, caught me completely off guard because I'd talked myself into believing I could just ignore them. I can't. So, when it happened I panicked. It felt like all the bad things I ever associated with my Gift were attacking me all at once.”

“It looked like it hurt, a lot.”

“Not physically,” he said, “emotionally, well, that's a different issue. But when you reawakened the Gifts and Casita my Gift like this room, reset itself. The only difference being I know what going to happen, so there's really nothing for me to fear. I am thankful your mother was able to pull me out of that, and it is ironic that it was my birthday.”

“I don't understand.”

“I, personally, believe that the Gifts that La Candela gave us had more to do with the source and less about the person receiving it...”

“You mean Abuela asked for them?”

“Yes? but not consciously and then only what she felt was needed at that time.”

“I wonder if that is why I didn't get a Gift. Maybe nothing was needed.”

“I think it was a little more complicated than that. I mean, La Candela had to know about the cracks in Casita's foundation. Had to know that eventually the foundation that was laid would fail because of the discord that already existed. But the one who didn't see it was the one who needed to.”

“Abuela.”

“She wasn't always as she was at the end, Mirabel. She was actually a lot like you. It took time, pressure, and a lot of guilt and fear to turn her into the woman she became. If you think about it, did the Encanto need a shapeshifter? Or a little boy who can talk to animals? Makes you wonder how those Gifts were chosen.”

“What are you saying Tío?”

“I'm saying, I don't think the last two Gifts were chosen or influenced by your Abuela, but by the person closest to the receivers. The one that knew them best. The one La Candela had decided would be the one to take the family into the future once it was gone.”

“Is that why the inside of my door looks the way it does?”

“I'll be honest, since I don't know who requested that door, it would be hard to say why it's there.” he nudged her hand, “But it's not why I brought you here,” and indicated the papers she was still holding. “I had a vision of these people, they are headed here somehow through the mountains behind us.”

Mirabel started leafing through the pages and stopped at one that, to her, looked out of place. The woman it depicted was dark skinned, very tall, with hair that was twisted instead of being braided. She had several out of focus children behind her. She was looking at something that made her look very angry, not afraid like the others, but pure anger. She turned it so her Tío could look at it with her.

“I don't know why but I get the feeling she's the one leading these people.”

Her Tío looked at it and grunted as he got up and picked the vision tablet off the desk. He handed it to Mirabel, and she took it while handing the sketches back to her uncle. Mirabel took it and tilted it, She examined every corner of it. She looked over at her Tío, he had a devilish grin on his face. Mirabel smiled back and thought, Isabela was going to be so happy.

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Was wondering what ur analysis would look like of a barbet bird, a bearded barbet specifically? (Unsure if theyre all that different personality wise than other barbets)

oh i love these little birds so much, if i saw one in real life i'd probably die from joy.

i'm going to copy the quiz description of barbets and then elaborate more because i think it's a good jumping off point!

You are a self-focused and adamant individual with an assertive streak. More so than others with cavitave daemons, those with barbets are introverted and highly selective people, loyal to those who share their perspective but otherwise quite removed and critical. They have pride in spades — external validation doesn't mean much to them, as they know their self-worth without having to jump through anyone else's hoops.

unlike their cousins the toucan, most barbets (not all -- see below) are actually relatively solitary birds. they glean insects but also are frugivores with a huge range of diet. they're not very good fliers (though they are excellent seed dispersers in their forest habitat) and nest in wood holes, using their strong legs and talons to grip onto the bark and climb. most notably, they're incredibly noisy. these birds will have duets back and forth, but they're definitely not songbirds. the coppersmith and the tinkerbird are most notorious for this... they have this repetitive call that sounds like a metronome!

the bearded barbet is an african barbet and is one of the more social species, though they're still relatively independently-minded. they're known for their "SCRAWK" call, which sounds a little bit corvidish if you've never heard it before. like other species of barbet, their bills are perfectly adapted for cutting fruit stems, cracking palm nuts, and digging into soft wood to make nests. they will enter plantations and yards to pilfer fruit and their large size makes them conspicuous. their courtship comprises of tail-flicking and food offering, and both parents as well as other members of the flock will help incubate and feed the hatchlings.

someone with a bearded barbet soul would likely be cliquish but particular, quite opinionated and curious within their comfort zone. they have a natural self-confidence and take things in stride; they're generally not the anxious or wary sort, and approach life with a steady demeanor. what sets them apart from other barbets is that they're more group-oriented and seek out likeminded individuals. their altruism and dedication to their loved ones also sets them apart. it may be more accurate to characterize these individuals as helpful and driven rather than sentimental and emotional, but certainly it's up to individual interpretation of the behavior. they're clever but less boisterous than other barbet species are. compared to other barbets, bearded barbets are relatively quiet — this may indicate someone who doesn't always feel the need to speak their thoughts, or reserves that part of themselves for their loved ones. they're certainly not shy though they may come across as more introverted around strangers. they carry themselves with ingenuity and pride; adaptable within their comfort zone, they enjoy variety without needing ambition or notoriety. it's most likely that they're perceived as warm and easy-going, self-driven and curious, as well resourceful and creative. they remind me of xSFPs — Se/Fi or Fi/Se.

#daemonism #form finding #hdm

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godesssiri · 1 year

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One of my favorite Youtubers Laura Caldwell has done a video of her top 22 thrift finds of 2022 and I thought I might try a top 10. In no particular order:

I found a Herend Queen Victoria pattern ceramic basket. I've never liked ceramic baskets but this is my dream if-I-won-the-lottery dinner set so when I found something in this pattern in a thrift store I HAD to get it.

I got a mid century ceramic panther 2.5 feet tall, no cracks or chips. I had literally had daydreams where I walk into the thrift store and before I'm even in the door I see a ceramic big cat, I make a bee line for it and grab it growling 'Mine!' and march it up to the counter without even looking at the price. When I find out the price it's ridiculously reasonable. The only things that went different to how I'd daydreamed it was that my mother was very embarrassed by my squealing and my brother carried it to the counter for me.

The most stunning 1884 copy of The Life and Exploration of Dr Livingstone The Great Missionary Traveler. There are some horrifically racist bits, it was written by Victorians but he was very anti slavery and in one of his adventures someone was attacked by a lion so there's gorgeous pictures, in gold on the brown leather cover, of a slave with broken shackles and a white man being pinned down by a lion.

I got a parrot carved out of clear quartz with his beak and tail carved out of agate and his crest carved out of adventurine, he's perched on a chunk of amethyst.

A beautifully detailed framed ink drawing of a birds eye view of a snake skeleton in a box, every rib every vertebra and every fang is perfectly detailed and the shadows are all exact. It must have taken someone so long to draw.

A lovely not-for-export rose medallion vase. It's very old and you can tell from the precision of the painting and the lack of a mark that it was made for the Chinese market, they kept the good stuff for themselves and exported the sloppily painted stuff. It likely came to New Zealand with a Chinese family intending to set up market gardens or go gold mining in the late 1800s.

A hand painted plate for hanging on the wall as art. It's a night time jungle scene of a toucan silhouetted against a double waterfall. I'm a biiiiiiiiiiig fan of jungle themed stuff and I love scenes of the jungle at night.

6 pink Arcoroc Rosaline wine glasses. I have collected Rosaline for 2 years and in that time I only ever found 1 wine glass, I've got champagne flutes, cocktail glasses, liqueur glasses, sherbet dishes, bowls in 4 different sizes, more plates than I need, but could I find wine glasses? Then there they were, directly at eye level, $2 each, a set of six. I almost couldn't believe it. I had looked in every single thrift store I'd been in for the last TWO years, and I go thrifting at least twice a week, and in that whole time I had only ever found the 1 single wine glass.

A vintage great white shark jaw. I collect oddities and it was a bucket list find. I didn't expect to ever find one in the wild and I figured if I ever found one online here in New Zealand, I'd be paying a bomb for it, they're illegal to sell here unless they're pre 2006. I walked into my favorite thrift store and embarrassed my mother (again) by squealing when I saw it - embarrassed as she was she still bought it for me for Christmas.

My #1 best find was exactly a year ago today on the 2nd of January 2022. I went to a fabulous vintage market and walked into a booth and just thought 'I'm going to spend $$$ here'. I bought the most stunningly gorgeous hand-painted, artist signed 1865, French porcelain jardiniere with iris' (a flower that has special meaning to me) painted on it and lion handles. It's gorgeous and I got it for a steal considering how old it is and how intact. It's gorgeous colors and exquisite painting.

I probably could do 22 if I sat here for long enough but I'll just add a few honorable mentions:

Brass butterfly candle holders

A taxidermy cane toad (the exact day I had put a display case I already owned onto a new shelf and decided it looked good there I just had to figure out the perfect thing to put in it)

A mid century Italian brass tortoise trinket box

2 lovely Victorian vases and a gorgeous Art Nouveau vase

The perfect plant pot to compliment the Victorian Majolica plant stand that I bought a couple of years ago that was missing it's original matching jardiniere. It's modern but the color is almost exact and the lines are similar enough that it looks like it belongs, especially since I have a lush boston fern in it covering most of the pot.

Lots and lots of the Sun Purple glass I collect, I've gotten really good at spotting it over the last year.

Several gorgeous antique books but especially a set of 3 1910 Natural History books with gorgeous illustrations that were so pretty I took photos of some of them and got them printed on coasters.

The largest paua (New Zealand native abalone) shell that I have ever seen.

A Japanese rip off of the Minton Majolica Monkey teapot, I doubt I'll ever see the Minton one in the wild but I'm very happy to own the bootleg version.

#thrifting #thrift shopping

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