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waitingonavision · 2 years

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sleep pile with bruno and his nieces and nephews!

Thank you for the request 🥺 Somehow this turned out to be over 1,000 words! Here’s the AO3 link!

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Duerme bien

“But we should—“

“Leave him there. Good idea.”

“Not what I was going to say!”

“Whaddya mean? We’re practically twins! We finish each otherrr’s…”

“Like I’d ever fall for that.”

“Hey. What’re you guys just, standing there for?”

Mirabel and Camilo startle at the voice behind them.

“Luisa! Keep your voice down, okay,” Mirabel hisses. “It’s Tío Bruno.”

The tall young woman crosses the courtyard and gazes in the direction her sister has indicated with puckered lips. Her powerful body is immediately tense, ready to spring forward and pluck their tío out of whatever situation he’s landed in. The instant she sees him, though, she gives a low little laugh.

“Oh, he’s sleeping.”

“Yeah. On the floor. Just. Dead to the world, right there.” Camilo, heaping on the obvious statements.

“Which is why we should move him to the couch!”

“He looks… comfortable?” Luisa shifts from one foot to the other. “Haven’t you seen this before?” The younger kids shake their heads. “He used to do it a lot. Before he, uh, left. I remember seeing him asleep on the floor, or like, in a corner somewhere. Mamá said that as long as he wasn’t in danger, wasn’t going to fall or get stepped on or anything, it was okay to let him be. Said he needed the rest.”

She doesn’t mention the part where she’d plunk down in front of Bruno, a doll and stuffed animal in tow, or sometimes blocks. Or that she’d sit with him until he woke up (once or twice prodding him awake herself). Then her tío would blink at her through those ever sleepless eyes, never upset with her, not even if she roused him sooner than he’d wanted. Just a crooked smile and a bleary but tender, “Buenas, Luisita.”

Camilo is gesturing at the man’s form in the center of the living room. “See? I was right. Also, wow, fu—ay! Wh—“

“Shh. I still think we should move him.” Mirabel’s brow is furrowed.

“…What if he wakes up?”

“Yeah. And anyway, he’s probably too heavy for us n–ow! Stop pinching me, Mirabel!”

“He’s not!” Mirabel says, while Luisa crosses her arms, biceps bulging. “And I won’t, because you keep being an—“

“Let him stay there.”

All three of them jump in spite of the sound of a well-practiced whisper beside them. Turning their heads in unison, they see Dolores peeking around the threshold at their passed-out uncle.

“He’s still lighter than you, cabeza gorda.” She adds, humming, lest she squander the opportunity to defend Bruno and jab back at her brother, who simply shrugs, even as he fixes her with a too-wide smirk.

Looking back at Mirabel, he says, “Our majority and our seniority reign!”

Mirabel is familiar enough with their mothers’ and Bruno’s banter as triplets to know it’s hopeless to argue that Camilo being two months and one week older than her totally does not count as seniority. Still, the words chafe.

“Well, unfortunately for you, primo, brains beat age,” she counters. Smiling at her own private triumph. “You guys, come on! Dolores, don’t worry, we won’t wake him.”

“Oh. No, it’s not that–“

“¡Permiso!”

As if on cue, the quiet, piping voice of the youngest Madrigal sends the four bigger bodies shuffling. They watch the boy’s curly head bob toward them—the rest of him is nearly obscured by the thick woolen blanket he’s hugging to his torso—and as he weaves through and on into the room.

Antonio had been the first to stumble upon Bruno like this, after consulting the rats over his whereabouts (“I need to find your mamá,” is how he framed it). It was seeing his tío fast asleep on the floor that made the boy shelve his pursuit of story time in favor of the next most logical thing.

Sure, the kid may have gotten distracted by his toucan friend along the way, but he’s back now! And once he reaches his destination he promptly arranges the blanket in a pile next to Bruno, plopping down on his side and snuggling his cheek against the man’s pudgy belly.

The sight makes Dolores and Mirabel grin and Luisa’s lower lip quiver.

“Looks like Toñito’s found a middle way.” Camilo arches an eyebrow.

No one is at all fazed when Mirabel darts away, skirt fluttering. Nor when they hear a few muffled thumps somewhere above them, followed by the sound of her shushing herself. Within moments she’s at the living room entrance again, heaving blankets and pillows at the others (Casita had to have helped with the load), and bounding ahead, lightly, with hers. She motions c’mon just as she’s starting to lay out her blanket in order to curl around her little primo, who wiggles his fingers at her.

“His tummy keeps making noises,” Antonio whispers, stifling a sleepy giggle.

Mirabel’s mouth forms into an o-shape. To her right, she catches a glimpse of Luisa settling on her quilt above Bruno’s head. “Maybe it’s better not to lie on it, hombrecito…”

“It’s okay,” Dolores says with an unconscious tilt of her head, from where she’s making a spot for herself. “Tío ate a little over an hour ago. He’s just slow to digest.” A satisfied Antonio mushes his whole face into Bruno’s soft stomach.

“Hey, save some room for your big brother.”

The teenager has shape-shifted into a… smaller version of himself—a bit smaller than Antonio, even. Nudging in between Dolores and their tío, he steals the former’s pillow so he can roll onto it, and rests his head opposite his brother’s. After a second or two of mild contemplation, he pulls an expression that reads not bad and gives an exaggerated yawn.

Pepa and Félix’s eldest shakes her head. Then her eyes flick off to the left… barely catching the shadow moving past the room.

The last things Dolores sees before she lies down beside Bruno are Luisa curved in an arc over him, body completely slumped and a gentle smile playing on her lips; and Mirabel rubbing circles into Antonio’s back as he drifts off, trying to fight the same fate…

In due time, the air turns fragrant with the scent of various wildflowers. Isabela slips into the room, a rolled blanket in the crook of her elbow, and conjures crowns for each of her family members. (No outrageous blooms, though she considers making an exception for Camilo.) When she’s finished putting the final touches on Bruno’s clovers, she claims the space by her youngest sister.

“Duerme bien,” she murmurs, letting her forehead rest against the already slumbering girl’s shoulder.

Everything falls silent.

Maybe he would have moved earlier. Coughed, or something. But, oh, these kids…

Bruno allows one eye to open a crack, then the other. Gingerly, he extracts his rather stiff arm out from under Mirabel, giving it the tiniest stretch and twist before placing his hand on Antonio’s head.

He smiles, and closes his eyes once more.

. . .

@junosaccount drew art of the sleep pile!!!!!!!! Thank you, thank you!!!!!

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glendybluebird · 2 years

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ENCANTO OC Redesign

🌙Luna Guerrera🌙

Updated design/reference sheet of my OC - Luna Guerrera💙✨

🌙If you have read the previous chapters, you'll know that her full name is "Luna Alora L. Guerrera".

💙After re-watching Encanto, I realized how Luna looks so out of place in the village of Encanto. To me, she doesn't look like a normal villager in her last design. I love it, but it's inaccurate. So I created a new design that's mostly inspired from the villagers in the movie and in the concept art. I actually liked the outcome because it reflects more of her mysterious nature and personality. I hope you like it as much as I do.

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Twins? You're lying, where has he been all my life then?

Summary: For ten entire years Camilo Madrigal was virtually the only guy in the family, he just simply doesn't know it could've been someone else in his shoes until Casita falls; enter Carlos Madrigal, the forgotten, giftless heir to Pepas side of the family.

Warnings: Minute gore, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: I figured out what the absolute mad lads of the Encanto fandom did with the concept arts for characters and decided to write a fic about it, and @sobredunia you're being subjected to Camilo propoganda, reblogs are appreciated.

Carlos Madrigal has been living in Casitas walls since before he could walk, Bruno popping in when he turned five was a neat surprise for him. He has his half of the Casitas walls, Bruno has his portion, at least, that was the idea until the both of them realized it'd be wiser to share the kitchen place. He's sure his simple personality makes Bruno want to strangle him, but at the same time, it brings him a little bit of joy to watch his face light up in agitation as he teases relentlessly.

It was a quaint ten years, passed by faster than he could keep track of, but eventually, Bruno refused to let Carlos enter his parts of Casitas walls; he agreed to bring him food after he had moved to a different spot. And he did move, completely out of spite though, taking his worn and restitched red ruana with him, he never talked to Bruno much after that, he was nine when that happened. So, doing a brief count, he's spent most of his life alone, afraid and stuck in the darkness of Casitas walls without knowing anyway out.

He doesn't even know if he really is a Madrigal, or if he's just some eldritch spawn living in the walls birthed of dust and magic residue alike, he just knows that he is Carlos, and he lives 'with' Bruno. He knows he has no gift and that all Madrigals do, but Bruno refuses to tell him much more about the rest of his family in general, nothing that goes much further into detail. And it's driving Carlos up the walls because he's trapped between the outside world and the family Madrigal and he doesn't know where he belongs.

That all changed when Casitas walls came crumbling down around him and he was caught in the blast, the families discord finally taking its toll. He was distantly awake for most of that, distantly aware no one heard him scream for help, nor the sickening crunch of bones, vaguely knowing no one would hear him whine in agony with the magic gone. That didn't stop him from sobbing as he tried to stay awake, as he tried to call out for anybody in hopes that he could garner attention before the blood oozing from his shoulder caused him to faint.

Carlos didn't seen manage though, with one final plead of 'help,' he passed out, slumped between chunks of Casitas walls. He didn't know that Camilo was the first to start traversing the further edges of the damage, the first to find Carlos and be smothered in shock. The freeze response was short lived when he saw the blood, rushing over to start heaving up slabs of his home to try and unearth the unrecognizable boy. Although, Camilo wasn't sure that he liked what he saw when he picked up the boy who grimaced in his sleep, it was like looking in a mirror.

Camilo simply cradled the boy in his arms as he walked back through the rummage, finding everyone mourning in their own way, some falling for Mirabel. He tried to stay out of view, he really did, placing down the still breathing and oozing body against a chunk of land before calling for Pepa and Julieta; they both came running. He simply stood and stared when they arrived, Pepa gasping in shock and Julieta in horror at the injury, she was quick to pull out a vial, Pepa held out a hand to stop her which confused Camilo deeply.

"Pepa, let me help him," Julieta said sternly, Pepa begrudgingly lowered her hand to let Julieta through.

"Mamà, do you know that guy?" Camilo asked, gesturing vaguely to a still passed out Carlos who was being force-fed a vial of juice in his sleep, no response as his wound mended itself.

"I'll explain when he wakes up," Pepa said quietly, stroking her braid out of reflex even though her powers had been disabled with the fall of Casita.

Soon enough Julieta was standing with a hand on her sisters shoulder, watching and hoping that Carlos would come through, Camilo stuck in shock. Who was this guy? A replacement? Shared hallucination? Culmination of the families turmoil? He didn't know and it was driving him mad, this kid could hold all the secrets even Dolores is unaware and he's laying limp on the ground in a pool of his own blood. He starts to come too soon enough and Camilo practically bounds over to help him up, only to get shrugged off with a sharp 'Get off!' he reluctantly pilled away afterwards.

"Carlos…" Pepa murmured softly, Camilo almost didn't catch it, but perked up before throwing an accusation.

"You do know him! Explain!" Camilo practically demanded of his mother, now with nothing to immediately fear.

"Easy now, don't blow a gasket faker," Carlos said, tone only semi-sarcastic, he got a glare from Camilo, he smirked in response.

"Carlos, this is Camilo, Camilo, this is Carlos," Pepa said, getting introductions done with swiftly, she took a shaming breath, "he is your twin brother."

"Twin? You're lying, if he's my twin then wheres he been all my life?" Camilo demanded, his confusion inly rising and it showed very clearly, Carlos experiencing something familiar but doing a much better job of hiding it.

"Living in the walls," Carlos said matter-of-factly, Pepa nodded when her first son turned with a questioning glance.

"How could you do that?! I went alone for ten whole years as the only guy in family Madrigal because you put Carlos in the walls?" Camilo asked, his rage only simmering after the initial spill over, Pepa struggled for words.

"In the last fifteen years a lot has changed, when you were born this village had a superstitious belief that if you had twins the second one was an unholy spirit, not wanting to truly get rid of Carlos, Pepa simply trusted that he would last, she spent her time in the walls with him until he was four, always sliding food through the cracks for him but never mentioning him," Julieta explained, Pepa nodded along confirming every word said, "it was pure chance that Camilo was born mere minutes sooner than Carlos."

"What you're saying is that I could've been in the walls, that I got lucky and Carlos took the hit for me without even knowing he had a brother?" Camilo asked, two nods from his mamà and his tìa, before he could continue Carlos spoke up.

"So, does this mean I'm not some eldritch horror terror spawned in from all the families residual magic and arguments alike?" Carlos asked, he got a no from Pepa.

"More importantly, is he going to get to live with us now that the superstitions are gone? Now that I know he exists?" Camilo asked as Carlos got up too his feet, a mere inch taller than Camilo.

"We'll have to talk it over with the rest of the adults, Camilo," Julieta said before leading Pepa away, leaving just Camilo and Carlos to their own devices.

They simply stood and stared at each for a few solid minutes of silence, unable to speak, both admittedly uncomfortable being alone, knowing the roles could've been swapped. Camilo was visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting a little bit and the such while Carlos held it purely inside, refusing to give any show of emotional existence. But that didn't stop Camilo from speaking up first despite how tense it was the rubble of Casitas once stable walls.

"So, did you ever get your gift?" Camilo asked, Carlos raised a brow.

"No, I couldn't've, I was living in the walls, everyone knows you only get a gift with a door, idiot," Carlos said, dropping back down on the ground, gripping the hem of his ruana, Camilo sat opposite to him, orange and red parallels.

"Right, what did you even eat in there, Carlos?" Camilo asked, giving a crooked smile, trying so desperately to keep a loose string of conversation in the air so it wouldn't fall back into that awkward silence again.

"Arepa crumbs, and whatever my housemate surrendered, Pepa stopped sneaking me food after I turned five, which is around when Bruno came to live in the walls with me," Carlos explained as though it was common knowledge that Bruno was living in the walls despite the fact Bruno not being dead was still unknown, Camilos eyes widened.

"Bruno lives in the walls?!" Camilo practically exclaimed, getting shot with a glare that had him covering his mouth for being loud.

"Lived in the walls, yes, but given Casitas state, I don't think he'll be living in the walls anymore, idiot," Carlos stated, his unrelenting glare easing just a little bit, this was the first person he's met outside of Casitas literal walls, he needs to stay chill if he wants to be accepted, does he want to be accepted if everyone is like this? He's not sure.

"On another note, I have a name Carlos," Camilo said, Carlos gave a false face of shock.

"Really? I had no clue, what is it, mouse," Carlos said in a weak attempt to insult Camilo, unaware that 'mouse' doesn't have negative connotations he grew up thinking it did due to rat influence.

"It's Camilo, goat," Camilo muttered, already feeling a little bit discouraged, over half of his life he's wanted a brother and now that he has one, other than Antonio, he's really wishing he didn't; he hoped his insult came across clear, instead he was greeted with a pause.

"Whats a goat?" Carlos asked quietly, living in a wall and refusing to interact with your one housemate stifled his knowledge, and his speech ability as well, it sounded a bit disjointed, Camilo had to refrain from laughing at the response.

"You don't know what a goat is?" Camilo asked, fragments of snickers slipped into his voice here and there, he saw the red rise on his twins face.

"Shut up! I've been living in the walls for my entire life!" Carlos exclaimed, leaping from his spot to try and tackle Camilo who effortlessly rolled out of the way, a growl erupted from Carlos chest.

"Use my name and I'll tell you," Camilo said, leaning over Carlos face with a smirk, he got pushed away.

"Fine, Camilo, whats a goat?" Carlos said, spitting Camilos name with venom, Camilo grinned, progress, maybe a friendship or a brotherhood of any form could be forged with this previously unknown Madrigal.

"A goat is like a donkey, except it eats garbage and screams at you sometimes, they're fun," Camilo said, Carlos gave a look of agitation at the previous comparison, "and a mouse is like a rat but a lot cuter and cuddlier, its a compliment."

"And that's what living in a wall does to you, fuck," Carlos said, another thing years of living a wall does to you, prevents you from building a filter because you've only ever heard muffled conversations through walls full of cracks.

"Preach, never lived in a wall, but trust me, living with six girls will change you on a metaphysical level," Camilo said, Carlos raised a brow, Camilo gestured vaguely to the eye shadow, if he could he would gesture to how he speaks and acts in general.

"Glad I didn't have to endure that," Carlos said with a chortle, his grin undeniable.

"Glad I didn't have to live off arepa crumbs, man, you're going to love living in the Casita, my, our Tía Julieta makes the best food," Camilo said, pausing to correct himself halfway through, remembering that this was his twin, his missing half in a sense, the balance he never had in a house of six girls.

"I'll take your word for it, do you think Bruno died in the collapse?" Carlos asked as he sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbows, Camilo shrugged.

"If he could live in the walls for ten years, he'll be fine, probably," Camilo said, he laid down on the ground, hands behind his head, eyes closed, "I don't mind just talking for a little bit."

"That would be... Fine, hope you're up to teaching me about life outside the walls though," Carlos said, Camilo grinned, propping himself up on his shoulders.

"Okay, we have a lot to talk about bro," Camilo started with, letting himself ramble to his twin, Carlos nodded along intently, absorbing the information with ease.

Maybe he could do fine if everyone outside the walls was like Camilo.

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row-boats3 · 1 year

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I love plot devices so much sometimes

this character is avoiding the other main character I need them to interact with? Ah, yes! There just happens to be a crowded town event the next day they both get dragged to.

A character making a confession about how he feels? Oh, the person he’s talking about was listening from just around the corner so they could give him something he accidentally left behind.

It’s so crazy how when things don’t make sense I can just be like “yes they do.”

#WHS #ao3 author #fan fiction #fanfic #writing #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #la familia madrigal #Welcome Home Son

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Camilo X Reader: Tears XIX

{ XVII , XVIII }

Summary: Apologies and Thank you's.

As he looked up at the dark cloudy sky, Camilo knew his mother found out and he would have to rush back to Casita to calm her down.

"Lo siento señora pero-", the shape shifter starts, looking at the clouds and then at his friend's mother.

"It's fine.", the woman pats his shoulder. "Go to your mamá. We'll be over in a bit."

The green eyed teen nods and starts to run back home.

Rain starts pelting down, making the stone roads slippery and somewhat dangerous to run on. Lightning and thunder go off, making the teen worry even more than he already has.

I hope Pá is able to calm down Mami before I get there. He thinks hopefully and catches himself from slipping as he makes a quick turn at a corner.

Casita opens the doors and Camilo takes a quick second to catch his breath in the entry way before heading off to find his mother. He finds her pacing in her room muttering to herself. The anemometer spinning like crazy with the strong winds gusting about in the room.

"Mami?", the boy calls out, walking into the room.

"Oh Camilo! They are so hurt and the swelling, the bruising around their neck!", Pepa sobs and more lightning strikes go off. "Aye, por favor, go and check up on them. I'll be fine, I'll be fine."

"But-", he goes to speak when his father enters the room with a cup of tea.

"Camilo? It's ok, I've got this. Go and check on your friend.", Félix says and pats his son's back.

With a sigh and a nod, the teen does as he's told and leaves the room.

As he makes his way to the guest room, his mind races with anxious thoughts again. Camilo quickly shakes his head to get rid of them. "They'll be ok..", he mumbles, trying to convince himself.

When you woke there was a burning and squeezing pain in your throat, it hurt to breathe.

"Y/n!", you hear Mirabel shout and feel someone help you sit up carefully. "Here, I have some soup broth that my mamá made.", she says taking the bowl from the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

It hurts the first time but then it doesn't after the third and fourth sip of the soup broth. The pain in your throat and head fading away, your vision getting clearer.

"How do you feel?", your friend asks.

"Sleepy.", you whisper.

Dolores enters the room with most of the Madrigal family behind her.

"Oh pequeño, thank goodness you're ok.", Pepa says rushing over and holds you.

You hum and lean your head on the woman's shoulder, patting her arm.

Alma tells you that you can sleep over and that she'll let your parents know they are also welcome to when they get here.

Noticing Camilo standing off to the side, you whisper to Mirabel that you want to rest but need to talk to her cousin.

"Ok, get some rest. Camilo, can you stay with them for a bit? I need to get something.", she says and stands up, guiding everyone out with a certain look on her face.

Somehow, everyone understands and leaves the room wishing you a good night.

It's quiet.

Camilo fidgets with his hands, not daring to move them from his side. Clenching and un-clenching them into fists.

He sees you make a "come here" motion and slowly walks up to you. The floor boards creaking as he does so, his heart pounding so much he feels like you can hear it. Finally, he sits on the edge of the bed, not looking at you.

With a small frown, you take one of his hands, seeing the cuts and bruises.

"I'm sorry.", Camilo whispers, afraid of you hearing the waiver in his voice.

It takes a few seconds for him to register that you've pulled him into a hug. His head resting on your shoulder and your arms wrapped around him, hands on his back.

"Thank you Camilo.", you say in a hushed tone.

The green eyed teen cries for a second time that day and hugs you back.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry..", he sobs.

You shake your head and hug him tighter, also beginning to cry.

All was ok now.

Let me tell you. I was stuck. STUCK on how to write out this chapter.

This whole time I was like: I NEED them to get a better relationship but how? And then, after a lot of imagination experimenting (and also having to do life stuff because I had to schedule out my classes) this came to existence.

Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Until next time~✨

~Seline, the person.

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lariskapargitay · 2 years

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So in a few short chapters, none of which will take almost a month to update, WTGROAM will be at its end 😔

!BUT! I have several other multi-chap Encanto fic ideas. Instead of just posting them both and eventually abandoning them, I’m going to post one at a time. So tell me out of these two which one interests you most

1) Camilo is stalked, and then kidnapped by a woman who believes she is ‘saving him’ from his cruel abusive parents. She is also convinced Bruno is his real father and wants the three of them to be a family. May or may not be a comment on all the Pepa/Félix hate and anti black racism that I’ve noticed a trend in the fandom

2) Bruno is Camilo’s father. After his fiancée dies in childbirth, he gets depressed and wants fuckall to do with his son. Pepa and Félix (it was his cousin who was Camilo’s mother) just sort of naturally adopted them. Bruno comes back after fifteen years wanting to be his father. May or may not be a sort of counter-fic to all the Papa Bruno fics out there

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rodrickstudios · 1 year

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The Mitchells vs. the Madrigals - Fan script for a mini sketch

DISCLAIMER: The following script is a parody. Any use of names related to movies, institutions or people (whether fictional or not) is not meant to be taken seriously.

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Dolby Theater, March 27th 2022. The Oscars are about to begin. Among various live action actors, directors and similar film crew, some CGI animated characters and a 2-D Amin Nawabi (Flee) look for their seats apart from those that belong to the directors of their respective movies. Among the CGI toons are Raya and Sisu; next to them, Luca, Alberto and Giulia. Amin, in particular, wears a tuxedo while Sisu only wears a tie. Raya, on the other hand, wears an elegant dress. They all sit. The spectators around these toon stars clap and cheer at them with eerie-looking faces and smiles. Last but not least, two toon families in elegant clothing also find their seats among the clapping spectators. At one side, the Madrigals; at the other, the Mitchells. The spectators suddenly stop clapping as the two families sit and get comfortable. Aaron Mitchell, along with Monchi (who also wears a little tuxedo, like a little gentleman), get closer to where Antonio Madrigal is. Aaron stares at Antonio and does a little dino roar while showing his T-Rex snapper.

ANTONIO: Guys, take a seat!

At this command, some wild animals appear out of nowhere: a leopard, a few capibaras, a toucan, a few tapirs, some coatis… Aaron feels uncomfortable about this. Monchi, on the other hand, gets scared at the animals and leaves towards the rest of the Mitchell family. Aaron follows him. Meanwhile, Rick gets approached by Linda.

LINDA: I don’t know about you honey, but I hope Encanto wins.

RICK: Enchan…to? You mean the one with that, what was called… “Bruno”… song? Aaron never stops seeing that video Katie has made with Monchi barfing it.

LINDA: Well…yeah! I guess so.

A second Linda approaches Rick.

LINDA 2: Ehm…Rick?

The first Linda changes into Camilo Madrigal, who returns with the rest of the Madrigals with an annoyed yet confused look on his face. He can't believe Rick knows little about Encanto. Mirabel, on the other hand, approaches Katie.

MIRABEL (with an optimistic tone): Hey, good luck.

They both shake hands, but Katie feels a little unsecure about what just happened.

KATIE: Ehm…thanks I suppose?

Mirabel returns to where the rest of the Madrigals are.

CUT TO: An hour later

The time all the toons and the directors of their movies have been waiting for has finally come. Lily James, Naomi Scott and Halle Bailey get on stage to present the Oscar for Best Animated Feature. Everyone cheers.

HALLE BAILEY: All of these characters hold such a special place in our hearts, because animated films make up some of our most formative movie experiences as kids.

Katie gets surprised and mumbles angrily.

LILY JAMES: So many kids watch these movies over, and over…

HALLE BAILEY: And over and over and over and over and over!

NAOMI SCOTT: I see some parents out there know exactly what we’re talking about!

Linda also gets surprised and mumbles angrily, but in a tone that’s little louder than Katie. Katie sees this and calms her down.

KATIE (whispering): Calm down, mom! There’s… there’s a big chance for us to win! I hope…

NAOMI SCOTT: Here are the nominees for Best Animated Feature Film. Encanto; Jared Bush, Byron Howard, Yvett Merino and Clark Spencer.

As Scott reads the previous title and directors, the Madrigals get surprised as the ever-so-cheerful crowd claps at them. A rainbow appears over Pepa. Isabela produces some beautiful flowers on her hair and Antonio’s animal friends look at him happily. However, Abuela Alma seems to just be happy about the situation; she doesn’t celebrate with the family. Mirabel, on the other hand, just looks at everyone with discommodity in her eyes.

N.S. (cont’d): Flee; Jonas Poher Rasmussen, Monica Hellström, Signe Byrge Sørensen and Charlotte de la Gournerie.

Amin hesitates for a moment, then stands up and, with a confused look, bows at the crowd around him.

N.S. (cont’d): Luca; Enrico Casarosa and Andrea Warren.

While the monotonous crowd cheers, Giulia waves at them while Luca and Alberto celebrate by throwing bottles of water at themselves. This causes them to change into their sea monster forms, much to Giulia’s surprise.

N.S. (cont’d): The Mitchells vs the Machines; Mike Rianda, Phil Lord, Christopher Miller and Kurt Albrecht.

Katie is trying to calm down Linda when, suddenly, she realizes her family has just been mentioned. She immediately and insecurely waves at the crowd along with Rick. Linda waves frowning while Aaron waves Monchi’s left front paw. Both Rick and Aaron’s faces are also showing the same insecurity as the women of their family.

N.S. (cont’d): Raya and the Last Dragon; Don Hall, Carlos López Estrada, Osnat Shurer and Peter del Vecho.

Sisu and Raya wave at the crowd. Sisu then pats Raya in the head.

LILY JAMES: The Academy rules specify that animated characters must remain in their seats.

N.S.: Only real people can accept the award, so please be animated.

HALLE BAILEY: And the Oscar goes to…

Suspense is in the air. All toons stare at the three hosts in excitement. There’s even fog surrounding Pepa! Monchi just drools over the deadpan capibara, though, but the latter doesn’t even react to that. Finally, Bailey opens the envelope. The winner is…

JAMES, SCOTT AND BAILEY: Encanto!!!

All of the live-action audience members clap and cheer. While the Encanto live-action crew heads to the stage, the Madrigals and Antonio’s animals celebrate their victory along with the crowd surrounding them. A ray of sunshine appears over Pepa. Abuela Alma is still only happy and keeps distancing herself from the Madrigals’ celebration. Also, Mirabel is still looking uncomfortable. Amin gets a little frustrated at not winning the award while a member of the crowd turns around to give a “better luck next time” look towards his neck. A similar thing happens with some crowd members next to the remaining “loosers”. The Luca trio is straight up angry at the situation, but that doesn’t compare to Linda’s reaction. She starts breathing and growling uncontrollably with her face having turned hot and her pupils having shrunk down to some dangerously familiar ones. Her scene attracts the attention of Raya and Sisu; Sisu being just about to pat Raya in the shoulder as consolation. Katie and Rick, meanwhile, are trying to calm Linda down.

KATIE: Mom, mom, please calm down!

RICK: Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, it’s OK!

Linda’s breakdown doesn’t seem to worry the live-action assistants of the ceremony. The Encanto live action crew do their speech.

CLARK SPENCER: And everyone in the Walt Disney Animation Studios, this film only exists because of your talent and your passion…

LINDA (in a very angry tone): KATIE, IS IT TRUE THE ACADEMY IS BOUGHT BY DISNEY?!

This interrupts Spencer’s speech. The Encanto LA crew, the three hostess and everyone in the audience turns to Linda. The audience in particular emits the traditional crowd gasp sound effect.

KATIE (unsecure and worried at the same time): Well, not exactly, you see…

Linda interrupts Katie with a loud yell. Rick and Katie look at each other; they know what to do in these cases. They get up and wave their arms in desperation.

RICK: Everyone leave the building, quick!

KATIE: Code Lavender! Code Lavender!

Rick and Katie’s efforts are worthless. Linda angrily heads towards the stage throwing away every seat (all with an audience member on them) she finds on her path. Once Linda is on stage, she runs towards every Encanto LA crew member, grabs and throws them into the air. She then runs at the three hostesses, who all try to escape.

LINDA: YOU THREE, GET ANIMATION OUT OF YOUR F**KING MOUTHS!!!

Linda grabs the three and also throws them into the air. All the live action audience members, by now, have left the building in fear. Abuela, through a movement of her arm, draws the Madrigals’ attention to Linda. They all get on stage in an attempt to stop her. All, that is, except for Dolores, Felix, Agustín, Mirabel and Bruno. Dolores mumbles and covers her ears.

DOLORES: Ugh, those steps!

The attempts of the remaining Madrigals to stop Linda, still, are in vain. A storm cloud appears over Pepa. From it, a thunder catches The Lavender One. However, she somehow survives said thunder, but ends up looking cartoonishly calcinated (i.e. turns completely gray and smoke rises from her body). This, nonetheless, doesn’t stop her from throwing Pepa in the air, running towards Julieta, snatching the arepita con queso the latter had at hand and eating it. In a second, her calcinated body turns back to normal. She throws Julieta away too. Antonio then uses his arm to command the animals (except for the deadpan capibaras) to throw themselves into her. They all do at once, but Linda, in just two arm movements, grabs and throws them away with ease, leopard included. Isabela summons two large flowers to tangle her up, but Linda rips them off, again, easily. She heads towards Isa, grabs and throws her away. Meanwhile, Mirabel reaches Katie, who is watching everything calmly.

KATIE: No offence to your family, but I think they deserve this.

MIRABEL: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

Amin reaches the two girls.

AMIN: Do you want to know something kids? After that awful speech about animation, I won’t trust the Academy anymore.

KATIE: Same here Mr. Nawabi. Oh, by the way, I watched your movie. And I LOVE it. It’s incredible how…

Katie gets interrupted by a screech from her mum. The fight is still going strong. Linda has just thrown Camilo away. Luisa grabs a column pillar with both hands and heads with it towards Linda. Linda, with just one hand, grabs said pillar and throws both it and Luisa towards the roof, breaking it. The Mitchell mum breathes in and out, still in rage. Almost every Madrigal has been knocked out and the theater has been ruined. Suddenly, Abuela stands up.

ABUELA: Alright, that’s enough Señora Mitchell!

Linda looks towards Abuela while calming herself down. Luisa falls back down, breaking the roof yet again.

ABUELA: What a shame! I know you’re angry because we won the Award, but that’s no way of treating us!

Linda lowers her head in shame.

ABUELA (cont'd): But don't worry! To solve our rivalry. I suggest you to go with your family to our Casita Madrigal. We'll throw a big party there!

Pepa gets surprised and a storm cloud appears over her again.

ABUELA (cont’d): The other nominees are also invited! The Casita pays!

Linda thinks about it and gets calmed and cheerful all of a sudden. She finally gets off the stage and joins the rest of the Mitchells, who all are puzzled at what has just happened. Pepa, still accompained by her storm cloud, approaches Abuela in anger.

PEPA: What are you thinking?! They will all trash out Casita!

ABUELA: (Giggles) I know. You'll soon see.

CUT TO: Casita, some hours later.

Casita opens up her doors. The floors’ tiles push the Mitchells, Monchi, Raya, Sisu, Amin and the Luca trio outside. They all fall on each other. The doors close. A roof tile from over the door goes up and down continuously as a way to wave them goodbye. The Madrigals, with Abuela having their Oscar at hand, see it all through a window.

KATIE: You know mom? It's still not too late to bring "The Lavender One" back.

Linda's face gets hot and her pupils shrink again. Cue the yelling.

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Hc: if the real madrigals somehow got to Disneyland and saw the encanto attraction there, they would be uncomfortable with there personal life being Flanderized into bit sized children entertainment, Bruno and Camilo would be weirded out by all the fans they have, Isabela would be upset that the only mech they have on her is her “perfect self” instead of her real self. I don’t know about the rest of the madrigals but I’ll think about it in a later ask.

ooh this is an interesting take! I think their reactions also depend on if in this universe they were celebrities, fictional characters, or just regular guests.

They would dwfinitely get weirded out though, and I think Bruno might get overwhelmed from all the people coming up to him (and being weird). Camilo could at least shapeshift into someone else for a while if need be though that wouldn't be ideal.

You're also so right about Isabela. It would be frustrating to only see yourself as the "perfect" form, especially when that wasn't her. She would totally eye roll at that

#anon #asks #send in more disneyland hcs and AUs if you want folks👀#i know a normal amount about the parks..👀👀👀#encanto headcanons #encanto #disneyland headcanon

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ao3feed-janefoster · 1 year

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The Destination of the Beetroot Person

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vT8fpX0

by janejumpsupandspins

Jane was just a normal Beetroot Person, before she went on a whole adventure, saved countless lives, and made a ton of new friends. But she was happy to go back to her corner of space and float for eternity.

Destiny, however, thought differently. Once again Jane is thrown into another dangerous adventure, this time being the deadly Hunger Games, where each tribute must fight each other to the death.

There are a few new faces, a few old friends as well. But with the oncoming pressure of the Hunger Games, friendships start to crack, however new ones form as well.

We all know not everyone can survive. But who will be the lucky winner? And who will find out what, or who, is really behind the Games?

Because one quote seems to lie behind it all.

Only one will remain.

The sequel to the fan fiction of The Journey of the Beetroot Person! A multipov story of love, adventure, death, destruction and mystery.

You don’t need to read the first book, since that one was mostly for fun. However this book is a long, serious fanfic with true morals, as well as captivating characters. Please, from both Mariposa and Jane, read this book, and thank you if you did.

Words: 700, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Beetroot Person

Fandoms: Lego Ninjago, Rizzoli & Isles, Grey's Anatomy, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Cartoon), Eight Legged Freaks (2002), The Beetroot Person, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, My Little Pony, Transformers - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Characters, Jay Walker, Cole (Ninjago), Kai (Ninjago), Lloyd Garmadon, Zane (Ninjago), Maura Isles, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Jane Rizzoli, Jane Foster (Marvel), Ben Pincus, Darius Bowman, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Lord Garmadon (Ninjago), Morro (Ninjago), Camilo Madrigal, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tobey Maguire, Padmé Amidala, Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic Park), Barry Frost, Derek Shepherd, Brooklynn (Jurassic Park), Ashley Parker, Anakin Skywalker, Optimus Prime, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Jane (The Beetroot Person), Mariposa (The Beetroot Person)

Relationships: Cole/Jay Walker, Lloyd Garmadon/Ashley, Maura Isles/Zane Julien, Barry Frost/Jane, Maura Isles/Jay Walker, Bully Maguire/Camilo Madrigal, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Christina Yang/Jimmy, Darius Bowman/Ben Pincus

Additional Tags: Mostly Family Friendly, Angst, Garmadaddy slays, Some Humor, Inspired by The Hunger Games, Bruiseshipping, pixane sort of?, Major Original Character(s), but they are not cringey y/n’s, follow up but ig can be read on its own, Adventure & Romance, Wilderness Survival, Plot Twists, Mystery, Falling In Love, Jane is fed up with everyone, Plants, christofern, People have plants instead of friends, basically a bunch of characters from random fandoms get thrown into the hunger games, it’s really entertaining, found family bc it’s the best trope, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, two originals characters based on author and friend who kind of helped

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vT8fpX0

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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ginnyweatherby · 2 years

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Consider..... post-canon madrigals looking through the old photo albums together 🥺👀

"So," Bruno laughed nervously, rubbing his hand up and down his arm. "What did I miss?"

And that was how Bruno found himself in what was once the front lawn of the Casita, Antonio on his knee while the rest of the family rooted through the rubble.

"What're they doing?" He muttered, causing the little boy to shrug in reply. It was amazing how quickly Antonio had warmed up to his tío, but Bruno certainly wasn't going to complain. He was a great kid.

"Here's one!" Luisa exclaimed, waving a white book over her head. "Looks like Mirabel's got one as well!"

"One here too," Dolores said, the purple-bound book in her hands covered in dust.

"And here!" Isabela chimed in.

It wasn't until Pepa unearthed a blue one, did Bruno realize what they were searching for. Photo albums. From all the time he'd spent hiding away in the walls.

Sure, he had heard bits and pieces of dinner conversation, but he knew he had missed so much. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries. He'd missed his own fiftieth birthday, for God's sake.

Once the family was satisfied with their findings, they returned to the grass and sat beside Bruno and Antonio.

"This one was taken when I turned seven," Camilo pointed out, a birthday hat perched on his head, the camera caught him morphed somewhere between himself and Isabela.

"And this one is when I turned seven," Mirabel said, pointing to a different shot, where she scowled as Camilo tried to blow out the candles on her cake.

"This one is from Pepa and Félix's anniversary…" Julieta murmured, her fingers moving gently over the photos, a small smile on her face.

"And here's when Pepa made it tornado just because Félix complimented her that very same day," Agustín teased, chuckling at the state of Félix's hair, blowing wildly in the heavy winds.

"If you had heard the compliment, you would have tornadoed too," Pepa said, scowling as her cheeks turned a bright pink.

Bruno half expected some sort of raincloud to appear overhead from the ribbing, Pepa had never taken well to teasing; but he quickly remembered that the magic was gone, as evidenced by Mirabel blowing Casita dust off of another album.

He didn't mind though, as he watched his family laugh and point out different things in the photos. No magic could ever replace a moment like this. He hadn't realized how much he had missed.

"Hey, here's one from my Gift Ceremony!" Antonio leapt from Bruno's lap, grabbing the album and holding it out for everyone to see.

"Antonio, that was only three days ago," Camilo said, rolling his eyes. "Where's one from my Ceremony?"

"But Tío Bruno hasn't seen it," Antonio handed the album to the uncle in question, and Bruno took it, looking at each face individually.

Seeing them all after ten years was rather shocking, honestly. Julieta now had a considerable amount of gray hair, Pepa had wrinkles (although he daren't ever mention it), Agustín had grown his mustache in again, and Félix had put on a few pounds around the middle. Even his own mother looked different. Older, more tired.

And that was saying nothing about the kids. It was amazing how much of a difference a decade could make. The last time he'd seen Luisa he could still pick her up, and now she was twice his size and three times his weight in pure muscle.

Bruno scanned the picture, doing a quick head count. Something was missing… no, someone.

"Hey kid, where were you?" Bruno leaned over to Mirabel, who was occupying herself looking through her parents' wedding photos. "They didn't make you take the picture, did they?"

"No," Mirabel said swiftly, flipping a page.

"What are you talking about, of course Mirabel is in it," His mother snatched the album from his hands and Bruno watched as her eyes scanned the page, and could see the moment she realized. "Oh, Mirabel…"

"What? It's nothing," Mirabel shrugged.

"No it's not," Julieta said, crawling over to sit by her youngest daughter. "That was a family photo, you were supposed to be in it!"

"It's fine, Mamá!" Mirabel insisted. "Ew, are these honeymoon pictures?"

Camilo tried reaching for the album, but Agustín's hands were quicker. "That's enough of that one, thank you."

"Wait, Mira isn't in a lot of these," Antonio commented, flipping through a few pages. There were individual photos of each of the kids; Isabela wearing a crown made of daisies, Camilo contorting his face into funny expressions, but very few of just Mirabel.

Even some of the group shots excluded her, or she was off to the side.

"Mirabel, I hadn't realized…" Julieta began to flip through a few pages, and Bruno saw tears pool in the corners of her eyes. "We didn't mean to exclude you."

"I understand, I'm not that interesting," Mirabel said with another shrug. "Hey, here's one of me!"

Bruno winced as he recognized it as from the night he left.

From her failed Gift Ceremony.

Was that really what it all came down to? Had Mirabel really fallen through the cracks so much that nobody even noticed if she was missing from a family photo?

Maybe his leaving hadn't protected her as much as he thought it would.

"I don't ever want to hear you say that again," Agustín said, wrapping Mirabel in his arms and squeezing her until she giggled and blushed red.

"Me either," Julieta agreed, wrapping her arms around the two of them and plastering kisses all over her face.

"Hey, quit it," Mirabel protested, squirming in their grasp.

She'd almost gotten away when Isabela joined in, followed by Luisa, and Antonio.

Before Bruno could process fully what was happening, the entire family was suddenly circled around his youngest niece, encapuring her in a giant group hug, whoever was closest to her face pressing kisses onto the available space.

"Get over here, Bruno!" Félix said, waving an arm. "Come show Mirabel how much you missed her!"

Bruno wasn't about to deny that. He had missed her. He'd missed all of them.

He didn't even have a chance to hesitate as Pepa grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the embrace.

It was cramped, and hot, and everyone smelled of sweat and rubble… but it was soft, and warm, and felt like home.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to get a hug from the Family Madrigal.

"I think we need another picture," Antonio announced, as the hug slowly eased up and broke apart, Mirabel's glasses crooked and hair disheveled from being the center of the heap. "One with everybody."

"That's the best idea I've heard all day, kid," Bruno said, scooping his nephew into his arms, as Dolores retrieved the camera - shockingly still functioning after the house collapsed.

They all crammed together, tight enough that Bruno could feel Isabela's elbow digging into his ribs and Agustín stepping on his foot - but he didn't mind. Not in the slightest.

"Okay everyone," Dolores said, as she set up the timer and quickly moved in front of the camera, squeezing between her mother and grandmother. "Say 'La Familia Madrigal!"

"¡La Familia Madrigal!"

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waitingonavision · 2 years

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I have a lil Encanto fanfic series, if you read and like any of them I'd absolutely melt if you drew fanart for one my fics! O: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36548650/chapters/91148896 (of course, if you're busy and you don't get around to reading it then I can just tell you that Bruno and Mirabel get at least one hug per story lol)

Okay, I couldn’t hold back, so here’s a li'l Bruno and Camilo angst from "When the Cat's Away"... This scene really made me feel all the things.

I hope this is okay! Or if I should've taken the hint and drawn a Bruno and Mirabel hug (which I will do someday!) 🥲

Thank you for sending me a request! I love your stories 💚

#encanto #encanto fan fiction #encanto fan art #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #cheetour #asks #my art #stuff i've posted #i love ruanas #but i don't love drawing them D:#i nearly died figuring out camilo's hair #prob made him too short too...#🌙 fic and art requests

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Me, Myself and I (she's not real, it's not true)

Summary: Your gift is a curse, is it even yours? Or is it simply being passed from person to person, you don't even know what you like anymore; just a curly haired teen? A giddy child? A confused girl who can't get out? In essence, they're all you, everyone is.

Warnings: Identity Crisis, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Watched Encanto again, forgot how much angst potential was packed into this boy, convinced to actually write it by @sobredunia who has the magic touch when it comes to making me write shit, and the direction I was going with the gender bit was less on the transgender end of the spectrum, but more of the, what you could've been end of the spectrum, reblogs are always appreciated.

You look in a mirror, you don't know what you see.

You don't know who you see, every morning it's different, 'me myself and I' the therapist said; the therapist is wrong.

You're not her, you're not it- you're not Mira, you're not Camilo, you are Camilo, but Camilo is not needed, like Mira.

You aren't needed, Abuela is needed, Pepa is needed, Julieta is needed, even Bruno is needed; but you aren't, who you can become is what's really needed. You'll be given a list of everyone elses chores, and you'll do them under the guise it really is Mira playing with the neighbor kids, it really is Julieta washing the dishes even though it never is.

It's you, it's you, it always has been you. Has it really?

Felix gives you chores, you, she, it, 'me, myself and I,' one of whatever exists within will do it, but all of it is you, and none of her is you; you've lost yourself. If yourself even exists underneath the never ending life of lies you uphold for The Family Madrigal, for The Encanto and for the love and respect of those you hold so dearly despite knowing they only need you for what you can be- not for what you are.

And each morning you know it to be truer and truer as you look in the mirrors, none of them reflect you anymore, they only reflect what you're supposed to be, meant to mimic. The local seamstress, a mother in need, anyone and everyone but you, and then there are faces you don't recognize from the town, and faces that aren't human.

You see yourself, eyes emerald, hair curly, frame thin, everything so close to the same except for the fact you aren't wearing what you always do; you're wearing a dress that you've memorized. The top piece is white, the sleeves are short, the waist has a sash with chameleon sigils, the skirt is sunflower yellow, and you look so good in that dress, but she isn't you (Is she, was she supposed to be?). In another mirror you see a distorted child, crouching down to be at eye level, pressing hands together, knowing it is you, it was you, knowing it could still be you; grinning and failing the family so blissfully. You tell the child everything will be fine, nothing will go wrong and too never stop smiling despite knowing that child has a future that will change it forever for the worse- and the child can only stare at you, knowing its fate despite being so young.

This room, this cell, and this prison is all yours, everyone of the Family Madrigal resides in it, its everyones all at once, yet Casita doesn't treat them like prisoners. You know its not on purpose, you know your gift reflects in your room, you're far too aware of the fact that no matter how many mirrors you smash you're only making more. Shards of broken glass swept up as glass reforms, pulls together, lets you to see into your soul and to see nothing left but a hollow vessel that's bursting at the seams with how much of nothing fills it. It's just you, whatever components of what you really are left over, that's what there is, the girl, the child and you, she's not real, it isn't the truth.

You, Camilo Madrigal, the shapeshifter who makes everyone smile, have an empty purpose because they don't want you, and you know it chips at your self esteem every time you think that, but its true, its true, its true. Nobody needs Camilo, they need everyone but you, you're everyone but Camilo at this point, you fill roles when they can't be there to do it themselves.

'Me, myself and I,' you'll never know them, not if they never existed in a way you could understand.

You're just a chameleon, but a chameleon knows itself.

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Waking up, you find yourself not even bothering to glance in the mirrors, none of them show what you think is you, nor will they ever because you don't exist. Why should you exist if no one wants you around, you're just a fun-house mirror that shows everyone what they want to see, and no one wants to see you anymore.

Breakfast is slow, you stay quiet, giving your two cents here and there like you always do, dread sinking in even further because breakfast is almost over and you haven't asked you of anything. You refrain from grabbing seconds, you'll get in trouble if you do that, you simply stay seated and wait for Abuela to give you a chore as she lists off tasks for everyone, skipping over you. Luisas dealing with the donkeys, Isabella has to help a farmer, Mirabel is babysitting a group of kids, and you're left without anything to do.

"Abuela?" You pipe up, tone firm, tone sharp, tone unwavering, you've become used to picking and choosing your favorite parts of everyones voices.

"Yes Camilo?" Abuela asked, turning to you.

"What about my job?" You ask, fork migrating to Dolores plate, she doesn't seem to notice as you nab some of her food.

"You don't have one today, theirs nothing the town needs from you right now," Abuela answered with, cracks in your vessel spread as she confirmed your fears, you refrained from tearing up.

"Okay, what should I do than?" You ask, unable to help the pleading tone in your voice, guidance direction, you don't know much of what you're supposed to do when theirs nothing your gift can do for you, for everyone else.

"You should help Bruno for the day," Dolores said, perfectly repressing her expressions, the Madrigal in question perked up at the mention of his name.

"Lovely idea, Dolores," Abuela said, smiling softly as she stood, everyone else following suite and filtering out of Casita, Bruno swift in his attempt to leave, you followed like an orphan duckling, still unaware of who Bruno needed for the job.

And so you followed Bruno, patiently waiting for instruction as you scaled stair after stair, he was simply mumbling to himself. The top of the stairs was to say the least, the most welcoming sight of the week, you took a seat. It was weird, doing anything and being yourself, whatever part of yourself you liked to reflect, and you weren't sure if you liked it.

"So, Tío Bruno, who do you need on the job?" You asked, stretching out your arms a little bit.

"Ah, you followed me up here, of course you did, I don't need help, but you can help if you want to," Bruno said, you quirked a brow.

"Okay, but, who do you want on the job?" You asked again, changing your words ever so slightly, this man, one generation before you, surely understood the question.

"I want you too help me drain my Vision Cave of sand so I have somewhere to give visions," Bruno said again, adding more information, you still didn't understand it entirely.

"Right, so... Luisa?" You asked, shifting your form to your older cousin Luisa, Bruno groaned.

"No, guess again," Bruno said, you shifted to Mira, he shook his head, Isabella, he shook his head, Dolores or Tonito, two shakes of the head, you give up.

"Just tell me who you want help from so I can help," you practically begged, unable to just trust that anyone out there could want your help, not someone elses.

"Come back once you figure it out, and bring a broom, there is a lot of sand up here," Bruno said, pivoting on one foot before heading further into the cave, his rats following close in line, leaving you alone, "talk to Julieta, she might be able to help."

You tried to stutter out a response, but nothing wanted to come out no matter whose voice you picked. So stubbornly, you turned to leave, pivoting on foot like Bruno, huffing a bit as you started on your trek back down all those fucking stairs.

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You're panting when you make it to the kitchen, finding your Tía Julieta prepping a meal, she takes note of your existence by calling you over. You follow, gripping the edge of the counter for support, legs numb and shaking, a bruise here and there from when you tripped, a small cut on your face. Julieta hands you an arepa, fresh off the heat, you take it gratefully, trying to eat slowly despite how tempted you are to just wolf it down; be polite, don't be crass, you wipe your hands down on a stray towel.

"Aren't you working with Bruno, sobrino?" Julieta asked, turning to face the food on the counter, back to prep work, but you know she's at least half listening.

"He sent me off when I couldn't guess who he needed for the job, I have to bring him a broom soon," you explained, nibbling away at the morsel in your hands, delicious as always, "he said you might be able to help me figure it out."

"I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try sobrino," Julieta said, flipping a few of the arepas on the stove before turning to you.

"He just kept saying that he wanted my help, not someone elses, which is not only estúpido, but confusing, no one wants my help, they just want copies," you explained, hoping that Julieta could even attempt to get it, to make sense of what Bruno was saying, she didn't respond right away.

"Well, Camilo, have you considered he could actually want your help?" Julieta asked gently, you gave a tilted look before responding.

"No ones wanted my help since I was five, all everyone has ever wanted in this town is everyone elses help when they can't be around, no one wants my help Tía Julieta," you explained, her expression sunk a bit, you spoke again before she could try and comfort you, "I know everyone in this town better than myself, I could be your perfect pal, be everyone in this town, but it'll never be me."

"Camilo, that's not true," Julieta said, you raised a brow at her, as though waiting for her justification for such a bold statement, "it feels that way, but we do want you around, we promise."

"This isn't even me, I look in a mirror and I don't know who I see, it's not me I know that much, I see what I'm supposed to be, what everyone needs, and no one needs me," you unraveled, trying to make it clear, trying to make your Tía understand, she wouldn't get it though, no ones gift was a curse in the same way yours was, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this, you aren't even mamá."

"That's because you're supposed to be everyone, you are everyone, you're one of the strings that keep this village held together, more so than some of the other Madrigals; you're a mirror," Julieta explained, trying to comfort your case of mistaken identity, your case of just not knowing anymore, "thank you for telling me."

"That's the problem, I'm the mirror, the truest mirror in town, and because of that, no mirror can reflect myself back at me, mirrors just show me everyone else I'm meant to reflect- I'm no chameleon, just a piece of broken glass," you said, pace hastening, heartrate picking up, digging deeper into your twisted psyche of never knowing what they'll need but knowing it won't be you, Camilo Madrigal.

"Stay here, watch the arepas," Julieta instructed, you nodded before she left, snagging a second arepa, regretting not having eaten enough this morning.

Her footsteps receded further and further until you couldn't hear her anymore, leaving you to yourself to stare at your own broken reflection of a curly haired girl in a dress looking back at you from the flattop. You smiled a little bit, you liked her, the child started to look back at you next, you had to refrain from holding out a hand to it like you always did, not wanting to get that many burns. Soon enough their reflections faded out, what you could've been and what you were, leaving only you behind; footsteps, rapid footsteps, you looked up to find Pepa clearly distressed, carrying a small hailstorm with her.

One moment your getting ready to say high the next you're no longer on the ground and the air is being squeezed from your lungs by Pepa, and you wish you were confused as to why. She doesn't let go, even why you try to nudge away, hail stinging as it hits, like ice against your neck, and she's crying a little bit. You know exactly why, Julieta told her everything, hail turns to a drizzle and she doesn't notice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry we let you feel like that," Pepa sobbed out, continuing on in a similar fashion as she let you down, using her forearm to wipe her tears.

"No, mamá, it's perfectly fine, deep breathes," you said, trying to reassure her and ease her frayed nerves in one go, somehow managing one of the two.

"It's not fine, Abuela caused this, she let everyone use you, I'm so sorry Camilo," Pepa said, sniffling a little bit as the rain cloud started to fade just barely.

"Mamá, I promise you, everything is okay," you said, she gave a questioning look, you nodded a little bit.

"I'll make sure the rest of the familia knows," Pepa said, already determined to make sure her boy could smile earnestly once again, you shook your head.

"Please don't, it's fine if they don't need my help," you said, she went to speak again, you spoke first, "I don't want them to worry."

"Alright, I won't tell anyone except for Bruno," Pepa said, pulling you in for one more hug before turning to leave you alone with your reflection again.

And when you looked at it, looked at the hollow reflection, you saw a part of yourself you always did, the two looked a little bit better though; a bit more alive. You didn't know why they looked healthier, you weren't sure if you ever would be able to perceive your 'me, myself and I' the way everyone else does, but it doesn't matter. They don't looks so forlorn, and the childs distortion has begun to fade and its just a little bit of your own miracle.

You smile and wave as though they're separate people.

And you see the you that everyone else does smiling and waving back at you, colors stuck in sepia and grayscale, distortion strong- but it's you.

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