#ch: isabela

[juniemoe]

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #zevran arainai #zevwarden #zevran x warden #isabela #daedit #vgedit #yennefre #userophe #vg: dragon age #ch: zevran arainai #ch: isabela #video games #oc: damian #oc: ashara #the true star of this post is damian's nose <3

[shadowglens]

i've never really considered fran's relationship with isabela, but they've quickly become very close friends in this playthrough and it's making me 🤔

#oc tag #ch: frances hawke #like at face value they're kinda similar or at least align #and fran's charm pairs really well with bela's #despite the secrets bela is clearly keeping i think fran finds a sort of comfort in her company #because at least bela's predictable? like if you expect someone to cut and run it doesn't hurt as much when it eventually happens? #bela coming back is .... a Different sort of feeling #and in the end even if bela is infuriated with fran's decision to kill anders and side with the templars i think she also understands #a decision born of circumstance and ambition etc etc #it was an impossible choice and even if they clash on their opinion of the circle and mages i think bela at least respects fran #and knows she'll still at least Make the tough decisions #even if bela doesn't like her answer at least fran's not sitting around twiddling her thumbs #and selfishly bela knows that fran will always have her back when it comes to her own dealings (unrelated to the mages) #it also doesn't hurt to be close friends with the viscountess of a leading marcher city state 🤷‍♀️ #years later rumours fly that the viscountess (and fenris) were smuggled from kirkwall by a certain ship captain in the dead of night #following the templars overthrowing frances' rule #but no one ever confirms the suspicions #info dump over i just have a lot of feelings about frances and isabela okay

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

My blog my HC's!

But seriously, I am Mexican, and seeing people label Isa as a lesbian just because she didn't want to marry really pisses me off sometimes... But is not like anyone is going to listen.

#encanto #isabela madrigal #isa #encanto isabela #encanto 2021 #la familia madrigal #my stuff #my art #art #fanart #icon #ace #aro #ace/aro #aro/ace #asexual #aromantic #aromantism #headcanon #ch #pride #pride month #plant #cactus #purple #blue #green

[dragonologist-phd]

Ultimate Dragon Age Meme: One Specialization - Duelist

You have proven yourself quick and resourceful, and I would be honored to pass my skills on to you.

#this choice is based partly on my nostalgia for elli here #partly for my love of isabela #and very little on actual mechanics lol #ultdameme #dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #ultimate dragon age meme #isabela #duelist #rogue #ch: ellimere

[nightwardenminthara]

3 codex for grant and also 3 party with the addition of are there non-companion characters he hangs out with when not traveling?

How do they feel about the Grey Wardens?

Lmao I actually haven't thought about this. I think it's funny for Loghain to be Grant's Warden contact but somehow it makes sense lmao, I think they'd actually get along. Grant would have nostalgia for the Hero of River Dane, being Fereldan, and their serious stoicism matches (there's also a weird amount of sexual tension in their dai interactions idk).

In general, I think he just sees the Wardens as heroes. In his canon, Carver is a Templar, so he doesn't have that connection to them. He's not hero worshipping them or anything but he saw the Blight firsthand and is grateful it's over.

Which companions (or advisors) do they like to spend time with when they’re not travelling?

Most of his time is spent with Fenris, Anders, and Varric but like... separately lol. Also Orana and Bodahn! He's a homebody, they have dinner together nightly in my head.

Fenris is still who he sees as his best friend even after he leaves him in Act 2. It is awkward as hell! But after a cooling off period, they start hanging out again, just avoiding the topic of their night together (except when Grant is drunk and a little in his feelings but Fenris is good at Avoidance lol)

Anders teaches Grant spirit healing, their friendship is complicated and it deteriorates as the years go on, but he helps out in the clinic so he can pick up on skills. Anders also sneaks him magical tomes from his contacts in the Circle, which is how he learned force magic. There is still Arguing and Anders pining and angry about it. But they're... friends.

And then Varric is just Grant's constant, he knows what to expect there. They can be casual and play cards and order drinks and it's not going to be a Thing.

He's also close to Aveline! She and him keep Aldenon (his mabari) sharp on his bite training. Aveline is definitely decoying and taking bites for him.

#ch: grant hawke #hes also friends with isabela i just don't think she is his Closest friend #answered

[dr-drckken]

Extreme Makeover: Classroom Edition || Drabela

@rowsandrows-of-roses

The school year was starting up again and Drakken could not have been more upset about it. It had already been almost 2 years since he had been here and that was 2 years less than he had wanted! Not to mention his favorite student was gone and the other ones from FROG weren’t going to be there either so he was going to be stuck with newer, more annoying brats than before.

He was sulking down the hallway, on his way to his classroom to get started on figuring out what supplies he was going to be working with, when he spotted someone else. At first he had every intention of ignoring her and hoping she wasn’t going to talk to him.

Then he noticed the stuff in her arms and slowed down as they passed by one another, going opposite directions. Drakken processed what he had seen, stopped, turned, and started to follow after her.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Where are you going with all that?”

#title: (extreme makeover: classroom edition) #ch: (isabela madrigal) #(drabela) #i also think they could be like #(daffodil) #since in the show he turned himself into one #and kinda has her powers LMAO #but that's niche

[kenneth-carson]

Meet and Greet || Floral Print

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Oh, what a day it had been for Ken Carson. 

It had started out fine, actually. Better than fine since they’d gotten a new guest checking in that morning. It was a pair of young women, clearly tourists with the way they kept pointing and taking pictures of stuff, then leaning together to look at that picture and giggling about it. Ken had gotten them all set, given them their keys, and then asked what they were in town for. Usually people answered with the basics. The magic, the forest, it was just a stop between where they came from and where they were going. 

These girls had something very specific in mind. 

They hadn’t asked him directly but he had taken it as his first task outside of the realm of the Inn and he did not plan on disappointing them! Or the staff and owners for hiring him! This was a great chance to prove he deserved to sit behind the really cool desk! 

He had quickly opened Isabela Madrigal’s Instagram DM’s and shot her a message asking if she was available to meet because he had a question to ask her. Ken let her pick the spot and the time, figuring it would make her more comfortable and he needed her in a good mood! 

“Isabela Madrigal, hello!” he greeted as soon as he saw her, using the full name because he just really loved to say it. “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice, I really appriciate it.” 

#title: (meet and greet) #ch: (isabela madrigal) #(floral print)

[wildercrow]

IT IS COMPLETE!!!!! At long last!!!

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Fandom: Dragon Age Rating: Explicit Characters: Isabela, Fenris, Zevran, Anders, Justice Main Relationships: Zevran/Isabela/Fenris/Anders/Justice (and various subdivisions thereof) Genre: Fluff & Light Angst Word Count: 7653 Content Warnings: Semi-explicit sex in ch. 2 Summary: So many polyamory negotiations surrounding Zevran’s big career change! AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43707280

#fenris #isabela #zevran #anders #justice #how the HECK do we tag that polycule #justfenders #isabela x zevran x fenris #isabela x fenris x anders x justice #zevran x isabela x fenris x anders x justice #and so on and so forth??? #lime #nuri writes #(most of the fic) #mulch writes #(ch. 4)

[lolahauri]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

[juniemoe]

isabela: i do, however, wish to know my potential student better, so shall we call for a drink and you will honor me with a game?

warden surana: are there no other ways for us to get to know each other?

#dragon age #dragon age origins #isabela #zevran arainai #warden surana #zevran x warden #daedit #vgedit #yennefre #vilnaedits #oc: ashara #vg: dragon age #ch: isabela #ch: zevran arainai #ch: surana #sh: zevran x warden #video games #the lighting in the pearl is absolutely disgusting sorry #also lowkey regret i didn't change the 'our friend' to 'my warden' or something #like they're in a relationship they're not friends lol #i mean they are friends but also not #too late now #also i didn't get the mod that gives isabela her da2 armor to work and it bothers me a bit

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time!! last night we watched tng's "rightful heir" and ds9's "the forsaken."

rightful heir (tng):

they were high when they wrote this one. like worf on whatever he was on to try and make him hallucinate

what's really funny about this one is that we were both just complaining that, even though we both like worf, we found the klingon episodes a little rough/dry. and then what do they do. they have worf hallucinate clone jesus

actually, i was really surprised picard laid into him so hard for being late to work. i know it was a tough-love kind of deal bc toughness "speaks" to worf or whatever and it was supposed to seem "nice" because he let worf go on a little field trip afterward but also like. who yells.

i did like that they referenced the klingon prison camp episode. girl i'd still be feeling that one too

clone jesus as a plot is really insane. like, it's already insane that everybody bought into it and GOWRAN of all people was the one to be like "you chumps are getting snowed." but then he's just a CLONE? they grew jesus in a vat somewhere? in a little test tube? and then they crowned him emperor??

no, scratch that, worf threatened to KILL people if they DIDN'T crown him emperor even though he was just going to be a figurehead because this is somehow supposed to fix the amoral klingons who have fallen into decadence. horrific.

side note. s6 has had a LOT of single-character episodes. we had some picard centric eps some worf centric eps a deanna centric ep and a beverly centric ep...when do we get the fucking gang back together? i feel like i never see them all at once anymore. like don't get me wrong i loved beverly's little romp and i feel like this way allows slightly more of the character work i have been craving but the format change is so weird. can we not have a little character work without singling out one character at a time? pretty please?

the forsaken (ds9):

i am sighing the deepest longest sigh i have ever sighed. my mixed feelings...

ok, to start with, i hate when tng characters show up in ds9. it's like they bring the bad vibes with them. BUT this is the least i've ever hated lwaxana.

i think the version of lwaxana as presented IN THIS EPISODE ONLY is very nearly a likable character. unfortunately, i have context for her

the flirting has actually grown on me. like, when she's doing it harmlessly. y'all know isabela from da2? like that. what i have a problem with is her being so touchy-feely - leaning into peoples space or trying to snuggle up with them or take them by the arm. the flirting IN AND OF ITSELF is actually kind of cute/sweet if you divorce it from the context of a horrifically overbearing mother and a woman who is narcissistic and can't take no for an answer. "i can swim" like ok girl i admit you have game. i just wish she would do less TOUCHING.

ok, on to odo, the real star of this episode. odo my new best friend odo

i actually think trapping him in an elevator to force him to turn into goop in front of someone else is a VERY clever premise. and at first i really wished it hadn't been with lwaxana but the more i thought about it the more i realized no one else on ds9 would do. in order for it to work it would have to be both someone who is a little pushy/loud/not totally respectful of his private nature AND someone who could offer a similar vulnerability ie taking off the wig. anyone who's too tactful/respectful of odo/a grownup in general like sisko, kira, dax, obrien, etc would simply turn around and leave him be. anyone who's NOT respectful or a grownup in general (i'm thinking specifically of quark, but julian could probably also work for this) doesn't have a metaphorical wig to take off. like, it would have been great ship material for him to be in there with quark or kira (i know about odo/kira bc i got spoiled, i am a little skeptical but VERY intrigued), but neither of them would have had the same vibe. so i am forced to conclude against my will that lwaxana was the right choice after all.

unfortunately a stranger is also easier to tell crazy shit to...and i looooooved learning crazy shit about odo's past, by which i mean i gasped aloud and covered my mouth with both hands in horror. HE SPENT HIS CHILDHOOD IN A LAB EXCEPT HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A CHILDHOOD!!! he doesn't EAT. his mouth is an approximation of one, it doesn't actually work!!! lwaxana, do you know then what else must be a nonfunctional approximation? actually, maybe he doesn't even have any of that going on. maybe he's smooth like a ken doll and that's why he keeps expressing disinterest in sex/romance, or because he has disinterest in sex/romance he never bothered to figure out how to replicate a working set of equipment. anyway the point is i know my king is somewhere on the aro and/or ace spectrum i just have to get to know him better to figure out where

in conclusion, yes it had to be lwaxana, NO i'm not happy about it, but i could have been if she was just less touchy. also, side bar, i don't like that she brought up the ferengi rape episode like it was haha funny. girl it wasn't funny to you at the time and it was definitely not funny to ME

TONGIHT: tng's "second chances" (this one looks good...i'm so hopeful) and ds9's "dramatis personae" (i haven't seen a summary or thumbs for this one but i trust ds9)

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #ds9 lb

[evilvarric666-archive]

Isabela: okay this is boring, I'm changing the subject. Adrian?

Adrian: yeah

Isabela: if you were to sleep with any man in our immediate circle who would you ch

Adrian: *zero hesitation* Fenris

Fenris: *snorts*

[foggyfanfic]

L & F: Poorly Hidden Gems

Oneshot Preview: Leandra stopped moving, her hand hovering over the open desk drawer. Sitting on top of the scrap paper was a dusty black ring box.

She looked at it for a long time, then looked at the tent’s entrance. She looked back at the ring box.

She shouldn’t.

Main Story CH 1 Master List

Leandra hummed as she walked into Casita, wearing the shawl Bruno had gotten her for their fourth anniversary. He hadn’t proposed yet, but he had made the wait bearable by being the sweetest boyfriend anyone had ever had in the history of ever.

For their first anniversary he had put together a scavenger hunt with a different small gift to accompany every clue. For their second he had taken her out stargazing and surprised her with a bangle engraved with her favorite constellation, something she had mentioned once in passing the night before he’d accidentally confessed his love. For their third he had tried to make her portrait with dried flowers, based off of something they had seen in one of his visions, but dried flowers turned out to be a tricky medium to work with; as a last minute substitute he took her for a picnic and tried to serenade her. And for their fourth, he had set up a “ball” in his room, using a record of waltz music to set the mood, and giving her a dress and shawl that did indeed make her feel like a princess.

Bruno could take all the time he needed to propose, it’s not like she didn’t know he loved her.

She kind of wished the rest of the town would shut their traps about the subject, but she had known when they got together that being with Bruno would mean being the subject of town gossip. Generally if somebody said something snide to her she could just brag about whatever piece of jewelry she was wearing that Bruno had gotten for her. Kind of hard for people to imply he wasn’t committed to her when he’d dropped what must have been a ridiculous amount of money to commission one of his vision tablets to be turned into an emerald necklace for her.

Although, considering how many times they had re-watched the moon landing, she suspected he had made a good chunk of change selling shattered visions to the town’s merchants. Leandra would have to ask. 

If he wasn’t already doing that, it was something to consider before adopting kids.

There was nobody in Casita’s courtyard so Leandra didn’t pause on her way up the stairs. She heard snoring coming out of the nursery, and when she passed by she saw Félix conked out in the rocking chair, with both Isabela and Dolores sleeping in his lap. 

Leandra smiled. She had planned to go straight to Bruno’s room, but it was worth it to pause and see if she could find somebody to enjoy this adorable scene with.

On nearly silent feet, she hurried back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julieta was there, prepping food for tomorrow, holding her belly with one hand and stirring a pot with the other.

“Where’s Pepa?” Leandra asked.

“Visiting with Rosalie and Felípe, por que?”

“Because somebody has got  to see how adorable Félix and the girls are right now!”

Julieta glanced at the pot, nibbling her lip, “Could you…?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leandra subbed in and took over stirring what turned out to be chocolate, “try not to wake them.”

Julieta nodded, and waddled off as quickly and quietly as a heavily pregnant woman could. Leandra waited, stirring steadily until Julieta came back with a warm smile and a hand pressed to her chest.

“You think the flash would wake them if we took a picture?”

Leandra bit back a giggle, “I think it’s worth a shot.”

“Here, I’ll take over, see if you can find the camera. It should be in the closet by the laundry room,” Julieta took the spoon back and shooed Leandra off in search of the camera.

Leandra found it easily, she paused briefly in the kitchen to get the folding camera out of its bag and set to the right focal length, then carried it up the stairs. Funnily enough, the flash woke neither the toddlers, nor the tired father/uncle they were sleeping upon.

She grinned and quietly retreated before going to wind the film to the next exposure, then grinned even bigger.

“Looks like this roll is ready to be developed,” Leandra said, entering the kitchen and putting the camera down on the table, “if I go drop it off with Señor Cortez now we could have this photo in the album by the end of the week.”

Julieta shared her smile, then asked, “Do you want me to let Bruno know you stopped by if he finishes his visions before you get back?”

“Nah, I’ll just leave him a note,” she shrugged, putting the roll of film in a canister and replacing it with a new roll. Once she had the camera put back in its bag, and the bag back in the closet, Leandra went back upstairs and straight to Bruno’s room.

He had taken to doing vision requests Monday and Wednesday, each of them had to be scheduled at least a week in advance, and he made it very clear he would give priority to questions involving somebody’s health, safety, or livelihood over questions about somebody’s personal life. And she even got him to refuse to do visions for people whose question boiled down to “Will I get older?”.

Leandra had actually been able to convince Señora Alma it was what was best for the village. She had pointed out that Bruno pushing himself to fulfill any and every request left him exhausted, which might potentially make it harder for him to detect emergencies. On the other hand, if Bruno focused on visions that came naturally to him, he still found useful information, but he also had more energy to investigate potential danger. 

With that in mind, Alma had happily taken on the brunt of convincing the village. Nobody could argue with “We need to be prepared for famines and floods, not disappointing Birthday gifts”.

On top of that, whenever a kid asked to see something cool, like the Mars robot, or the World Cup, Bruno was usually able to fit that vision in during his down time. People assumed it was the kid, and not the easy vision itself, that Bruno was willing to bend the rules for.  As such, his reputation as “Tío Bruno”, uncle to all children, was coming along quite nicely.

Leandra grinned to herself, thinking of how adorable Bruno looked with the village children piled all over him while he explained the future/history of the Space Race.

Today he was doing a vision for one of the merchants, who wanted to know if coffee or wine would sell better in the city this year. After that, he was going to check what the weather would be like during the Church’s blanket drive, so Padré would know whether or not he needed to ask Pepa for help. Then, if he still had the energy, he would check to see if the Guzmans were going to have another son, or a baby girl.

Leandra greeted one of the rats when she entered the cave, either Arepa or Squash, she couldn’t tell. The other rat could be seen in the open chicken coop, running in the little wheel Bruno had made for them. That was probably Squash, she was usually the more energetic of the twins.

Bruno’s tent was in its usual state of organized chaos, although it had become slightly less chaotic the longer they’d dated. Over time, he had explained the reason for every mess in his room, and they had come up with ways to make the mess less messy.

He had another set of drawers, and multiple laundry baskets now, to make it easier for him to separate his clothes by degree of dirtiness. There was an old crate next to his cushion pile for him to put the books he planned to read next in, and another crate for him to put the books he’d just finished. There wasn’t much she could do about him having to weigh down the blankets on the bed so he could see if there were rats under there, but she’d made some little rat statues out of clay for him to use. They were pretty rough, and one of them looked more like a potato with ears than a rat, but he loved them all the same.

She crossed to his desk, ignoring the blank pieces of paper sitting on top of it. If the paper was out Bruno had already decided what he would write on it, and moving it would make him feel like he couldn’t write that story. He’d never been able to put into words why he felt that way, but it was easy enough to open the drawer and get out a new piece of paper, so she’d let it go.

She grabbed one of the pens off the desk, moving those around was alright, and opened the drawer.

Leandra stopped moving, her hand hovering over the open desk drawer. Sitting on top of the scrap paper was a dusty black ring box.

She looked at it for a long time, then looked at the tent’s entrance. She looked back at the ring box.

She shouldn’t.

Leandra bit her lip.

She really shouldn’t.

Leandra closed the desk drawer. She would just ask Juli to let him know she stopped by after all. Or, she could leave her shawl on his pillow, that would let him know she was there and planning to come back soon.

Yeah, that’s what she would do.

If she were a saint.

Leandra opened the desk drawer, pulled out the ring box, and opened it. Unsurprisingly, it held a ring. An expensive looking ring with two emeralds either side an actual diamond. The band was silver, and engraved with little hour glasses. 

“Whoa,” she said, out loud, then, “this better be an engagement ring or I’m going to have to talk to him about his spending habits.”

He couldn’t go around dropping this sort of money on her on regular occasions, especially when they had kids. Even if he was selling his surplus visions as emerald jewelry.

Fortunately, there was a folded up piece of paper crammed into the lid of the ring box. Since she’d already snooped this much, she pulled the note out, carefully put the box down, then unfolded the worn paper.

Bruno’s handwriting greeted her, most of it was written with black ink, but every few lines he’d crossed something out with a blue pen and written something else. The most edited sentence was the very first one.

It read, “Leandra, we have been together for a year, two, three, four years now.”

Leandra stopped reading. She stopped breathing too. When the implications were done setting in, she took a deep breath, picked up the ring box, and carried it over to the cushion pile. She sat down gingerly, braced herself, then kept reading.

“Everyday we spend together is the happiest day of my life. I can never put into words how lucky I feel to be with you. I’ve tried going into detail how beautiful you are, but only ended up saying ‘your blank is really pretty’ fifty times in a row. I’ve tried explaining how much happier I am when we’re together, but, because I was trying to avoid the mistake I made when I tried describing how beautiful you are, I ended up sounding like I swallowed a thesaurus. I’ve tried bringing as much joy and light into your life as you’ve brought into mine, but no amount of flowers or jewelry could ever compare to the love you’ve given me. I want to tell you I could spend hours lying next to you, looking for constellations in your freckles, I could go years listening to you laugh in place of music, I could spend eternity in your arms and never grow restless. But every time I try, the words come out stuttered and stilted. Even now, I know I’m not saying this right. In short, I have failed over and over to express how much I love you, but if you’ll let me, I’ll spend everyday for the rest of my life trying again and again. Reina, will you marry me?”

Leandra pressed a hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Then she giggled happily to herself. Well, that proposal would certainly be worth the wait.

If he ever got up the nerve, that is.

Leandra glanced at the ring box in her lap, and the sparkling ring. Again, she knew she shouldn’t do the thing she was thinking of doing…

But…

Bruno had had the ring and the proposal ready to go for three years now. Sure, there was a tiny thorn of insecurity, telling her he hadn’t proposed because he didn’t want to marry her; however, there was no way that was true. Bruno was blunter than a club to the back of the head, any thought that passed through his head had a fifty/fifty shot of coming out his mouth before he’d thought better of it. 

He had once asked her to wear “that shirt that makes your breasts look twice as large” on their next date. While they were having dinner with his family.

To be fair to him, the reason he’d wanted her to wear that shirt was not for the aesthetic, it was because she’d wanted to try painting so he’d gone out and bought a bunch of art supplies. He had wanted to surprise her, and knew she wasn’t attached to that shirt, that she wouldn’t be too sad if she got paint on it. So, he figured he wouldn’t have to tell her what he had planned so long as she knew to wear that shirt.

Unfortunately for him, however, the most distinguishing feature of that particular blouse was indeed that it made her chest look several sizes bigger. Bruno had just failed to consider how his words would sound out loud, until he’d already said them.

The look of instantaneous regret on his face was so pitiable that his mother had just pretended not to have heard him.

Pepa had not been as merciful. When she had seen the shirt in question she had joyfully turned to Julieta and declared, “He was right!” then had called out for Félix and asked him if he thought she could pull off that shade of green. When he had said “Of course mi vida”, Pepa had asked to borrow the top. Meanwhile, Bruno stood next to Leandra, blushing so hard Leandra worried he’d pass out from blood loss and looking miserable.

Needless to say, Leandra had not leant her the shirt.

The point was, if Bruno wasn’t in love with her anymore, he would not have been able to hide it. If he didn’t want to marry her, he probably would have accidentally said so by now.

She didn’t waste another second thinking about it, as far as she cared, Bruno had hesitated enough for the both of them.

Leandra pulled the ring out of the box, she paused long enough to read the inscription on the inside of the band, “Mi Reina”, then slipped it on the ring finger of her right hand. Hopefully, Bruno intended to follow the tradition of using the same ring as both the engagement ring and the wedding band, and just switching the ring from the right hand to the left at the wedding. If he planned to follow the new trend of getting a diamond ring for the engagement and a separate band for the wedding she really was going to have to talk to him about making a budget going forward.

Next, she carefully folded up his prepared speech, tucked it back into the lid of the ring box, then put the box in her pocket. Eventually, she’d have it framed, but for now it would be safe in the box.

Finally she stood and left her shawl on his pillow like she’d intended, then left Casita as if nothing had changed.

A few people noticed the ring on her hand as she walked through town, and various eyebrows were raised, but nobody said anything. When she dropped her roll of film with Señor Cortez, along with some money for his trouble, he paused to stare at the ring wide eyed, then looked at her with a question in his gaze.

Leandra smiled politely back, “I’m actually thinking we might surprise Félix and Pepa with the last picture on the roll, so don’t mention that you’re developing the pictures to either of them.”

“Right,” he said slowly, “you got it.”

“Gracias Señor,” she called, walking away.

Instead of returning to Casita, she walked up the mountain to her home. There was something she needed to grab before heading back.

Meanwhile, Bruno handed the young Guzman couple their vision. They cooed over the baby girl sleeping in Mariano’s old crib, then thanked him. Bruno smiled tiredly at them.

“Ay, we should go, you probably need some rest,” Señor Guzman said.

“Sí, but thank you for this. Truly, we appreciate it,” Señora Guzman agreed.

“My pleasure,” Bruno said, although his voice came out sounding a bit rough with exhaustion, “this- uh, after watching trade deals get negotiated a-and the weather, this was actually really nice. B-babies are cute.”

The Guzmans smiled at him  and thanked him some more, as he walked them to his door. Señor Guzman shaking his hand just before they left.

Bruno had been practicing telling people what he liked or didn’t like in his visions. Leandra continued to insist people would love him, warts and all, if they just knew him a little better. She had figured telling people when their vision was pleasant, or cute, or exciting, might help them to see what a “sweet, gentle, warm, compassionate man you are”. And telling them when the vision made him sad would show he wasn’t a sadist getting off on their misfortune.

So far, it was working out well. Actually, last week he had seen the librarian’s death when his son came in asking about his father’s illness. Leandra had been there when he had the vision and she had insisted Bruno tell the other man how important the librarian was to him.

He had expected the guy to get angry, but instead the man had stared at the glowing tablet for a while, then he had broken down crying. Leandra helped Bruno comfort him and when the man left, he gave Bruno a sad smile and thanked him for talking him through it.

Maybe Bruno should leave Encanto and head to Hollywood, Leandra would make a great agent.

He chuckled at the idea as he entered his tent.

The shawl he had gotten her was resting on his pillow, neatly folded up. She must have finished her chores and stopped by while he was working.

He picked it up and collapsed onto the bed, content to doze until she came back.

Another anniversary had gone by with the ring he’d had made for her burning a hole in his pocket. A part of him wondered how Leandra was still putting up with his lack of proposal. She had certainly thrown herself into the role of wife without any hesitation.

He told her why his room was such a mess, and instead of telling him how weird he was, she had worked with him to find better solutions. She had started translating conversations between him and his mother, since she understood both of them better than they understood each other. Any time somebody spoke poorly of him, she jumped to his defense without a second thought, and had poured so much time and energy into making sure he had some friends. Or at least some people who didn’t think he was a brujo.

He thought fondly of their anniversary date, when he, upset that he still couldn’t work up the nerve to propose, had asked her if the fact he was an awkward mess bothered her.

“Of course not,” she laughed as if the idea was ridiculous, “come on Bruno, you’re already kind, witty, brave, and a good kisser. You gotta save some perfect for the rest of us.”

Then she had kissed him and tacked on, “To be honest, I think the awkward just makes you more charming, if that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t,” he’d told her.

She had shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s just, sometimes you’ll be fumbling over your words and it’ll make me want to drag you off and do dirty things to you.”

“Wow,” he’d smirked at her a little, “you-, sounds like you’re some sorta weirdo.”

Leandra had giggled and the conversation had devolved into flirting, and despite his disappointment with himself, Bruno had had an excellent anniversary. How could he not? He was spending it with her.

He napped off the post vision exhaustion for an unknowable amount of time, falling from pleasant thoughts to pleasant dreams and back again. At some point he was vaguely aware of one of his rats snuggling up to the crook between his neck and shoulder. At another he dreamt he was reading an instruction manual about programming your DVR to Isabela.

Then his door opened and closed, and light booted feet started clicking their way down his stone steps. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes.

“Hey,” he murmured when Leandra entered his tent.

“Hola, how you feeling?” Her voice was cautious and quiet.

“Fine, no headaches today, just needed a nap,” he said, reaching up to gently pet whichever one of the twins was resting against his shoulder.

“Ah, bien. Give me your right hand,” she sat next to him on the bed.

Bruno didn’t question it, he handed her his right hand and closed his eyes again, feeling content. Something cool and metal slipped onto his ring finger.

“Just to let you know,” Leandra started, voice light.

“Mm-hm?” he asked, through a yawn.

“We’re engaged now.”

Bruno’s eyes popped open.

Still sitting over him, Leandra held up his right hand so he could see the golden band on his ring finger, “It’s my birth father’s ring, it’s one of the few things I have left of my birth parents, but if you want something as fancy as the one you got me-.”

She cut herself off when he made a choked sound in the back of his throat. He pulled his hand out of hers so he could grab her right wrist. Sure enough, she was wearing the ring he’d been struggling to give her for years now.

He stared at it in horror.

“Bruno?”

“I am so sorry.”

“What?” Leandra’s confusion only lasted a split second, before she gave him a slightly exasperated look, “Why? What do you think you’ve done wrong this time?”

“What do you mean-? You-? I didn’t propose!”

“Details,” Leandra shrugged.

“No it’s not?! I-, you’ve been so patient, s-so good to me, the least I could do is, is, y’know, actually propose to you!”

Leandra opened her mouth, judging by the stubborn glint in her eye she was planning to argue, but then she sighed and instead said, “To be honest, yeah, it would have been great if you’d actually proposed. But, I’m not upset about the fact that you didn’t. I know you Bruno, I have seen the way your anxiety paralyzes you when it comes to things like this. I don’t… when it matters, when somebody you love needs help, you’re one hundred percent ready to be the hero. So, it’s ok if you struggle with these-. Well, ok, I wish you didn’t feel like you can’t ask for what you want. But so long as I can count on you to be brave when it’s important, you can count on me to be brave for stuff like this.”

Bruno stared at her, slowly he sat up. 

She smiled quietly at him.

He sighed through his nose, kissed her, then whispered, “You deserved a good proposal.”

“I deserve a good man,” Leandra corrected him, “and I have one. The rest would just be icing.”

“Let me-. Saturday, let’s go on a date, r-really, I have a speech ready and-.” He stopped talking, if she’d found the ring, that means she’d probably found the speech he’d prepared as well, “I-I can write another speech, a better one!”

“Don’t you dare!” Leandra huffed at him, “The speech you already wrote brought me to tears, I’m going to have it framed and put it on my nightstand.”

“W-well then I can edit it, make it look nicer.”

“No. I am framing it as is. That way, if I ever wonder whether or not you love me, I can look at your proposal and remind myself that you spent three years wanting to ask me to marry you.”

“I am so, so, so sorry.”

“I’m not,” Leandra kissed the tip of his nose, “it’s actually really romantic, in a ‘my fiancé is so shy but loves me deeply’ sort of way.”

“I-I do, love you, very deeply,” Bruno leaned his forehead against hers. The tension was beginning to leak out of his shoulders. He would propose to her officially on Saturday, but until then, at least she wasn’t upset.

“I love you deeply too.”

He took deep breaths, holding her hand and leaning his forehead against hers, until the guilt and nerves settled. Then he stared down at their joined hands, silver and gold rings sitting side by side on their interlaced fingers.

“We’re engaged now,” he whispered.

“We are.”

Then he frowned, a worrisome thought occurred to him, “H-how did you find the ring? Did you uh- did you find the vows too?”

“You’ve written your own vows?” Leandra sat up straight, face beaming with excitement.

“N-nevermind, forget I said that,” Bruno chuckled nervously, “vows? What vows? I-I can’t even write!”

Obviously not fooled, she giggled and pressed her fond grin against his embarrassed frown, “I went into your desk drawer for some fresh paper and the ring was just sitting on top.”

“Oh. Right. Oops.”

“I’ll have to get started on my own vows then.”

Bruno’s face burned, but he smiled, “You don’t have to, j-just because I’m doing it.”

“No, no, I want to,” she squeezed his hand, “I love you guapo, and I don’t ever want anyone to doubt that. Especially not you.”

He chuckled, grinning now, and gave her a lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he examined her face for any sign she was just indulging him, but all he saw was love. 

So he said, “I love you too, Reina.”

A/N: This is currently the last Leandra focused fic I have planned. I want to explore how Mirabel’s story changes if Bruno is hanging around with a wife and kids, so I’m technically going to do a little more with this universe, but I don’t have any other stories about Leandra I want to write. So I’ll be a little sad when this escapes my queue, it’s not the end of her story, but after this she makes the transition from plucky protagonist to loyal mentor. This is my first time building an OC from scratch so I wasn’t ready to feel like my kid is running off to college :(

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno encanto #love and fury #bruno madrigal fanfic #fanfic #encanto #foggy writes

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Mi Casa es la Tuya || Drabela

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Spurred on both by the thought of having a better looking classroom and, more importantly, by the incessant need to prove Sarina wrong, Drakken had decided to actually take that Isabela girl’s invitation to come over to her family’s home.

Was there also some curious part of him that wanted to see where and how the family that he had been apart of in that dream lived? Yes. But he would never admit to it aloud. Inside he could argue with himself all he wanted, that it was in his nature to be curious about this sort of thing as a scientist! That variables and differences in nature vs nurture were fascinating, so of course he wanted to know how they differed to their dream counter parts.

There was also the part of him that just...wanted to know. That part that still had those nice memories that it looked on fondly, and that need to know if there was some possibility that he may fit in a way like he had in that dream.

He had down up on their door step, a good 15 minutes late since he’d gotten lost on the way, and gave a knock to the door. 

#title: (mi casa es la tuya) #ch: (isabela madrigal) #(drabela) #sorry this took me uhhhh a millennia to get DONE

[impossiblefangirl0632]

Previously on Take Back the Kingdom (spoilers for everything pre Ch 31)

Chapter 15: The Stuff of Legends (Bruno thinking about how Jose threatened Mirabel)

Bruno felt his anger boil over into the immediate area around him. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist to draw the destructive magic back in. Not here, not yet. 

Just a few more days before he could commit the murder he’d been planning for 500 years. No matter whatever else happened, Bruno was going to kill Jose Nehoye or die trying.

Dead, brittle grass crunched beneath his feet when he finally stood.

Just a few more days. 

Chapter 21: Demons Run (after the mercenaries)

Bruno looked around, making eye contact with each of them, from Isabela all the way down to Antonio. “Next time I explicitly give you instructions, I need you to follow them.”

Chapter 22: Interlude III: Questions & Answers

Bruno scowled. “Assuming he’s still frozen, that should be enough to actually kill him.”

“...what’s that supposed to mean?”

 “It means that I’m fairly certain that he made himself immortal before coming back to the Encanto.”

 “Immortal?!”

“You can do that?

“What do you mean back ?”

Bruno held up his hand to stem the flow of panicked questions. “Yes, back .” His eyes darkened, “José was banished as a teenager when his father led the coup against mine.”

He gave them a minute before cutting off their cries of shock and outrage by raising a hand once more.

“After I left the first thing I did was find out as much about him as I could, know your enemy and all that. I knew there was no way someone that powerful and that evil just sprung up out of nowhere without leaving a trail. What I was able to piece together is that after his father’s death he vowed to finish what he started. But to do that he needed power.” 

He nodded towards Mirabel. “When I taught you about the source of magic, I didn’t tell you about the other source. The darker source. You can cultivate magic, or you can steal it.”

Taking the amulet out of his pocket Bruno ran his thumb over the engraved butterfly. “José had spent years hunting down magic users to steal their magic, and their life force. He’s not immortal in the same way I am, but I’m betting it’ll take a decent amount of force to use up all of his stolen life and actually kill him.”

Chapter 23: By the Skin of Our Teeth (while Bruno is thinking after waking up from the nightmare vision of his almost suicide)

Turning it over in his hands he ran his fingers down the lines of runes decorated the edges of the worn leather. Spells to preserve it, spells to return it to him should he lose it, spells to reinforce the blade. It had been his constant companion even before he left the Encanto and everything that followed. To this day he didn’t know how he felt about it.

Remnant light from the embers of their fight danced in the emerald blade as he lowered it and laid the sword across his knees, absently tracing the engraved hourglass in the pommel. Even with the temptation it represented, he had always kept it with him. Because it was a piece of home yes, but also because it was his best shot at killing José quickly. Bruno knew his own strength, knew that he had him outclassed in raw power. But José was clever, and wouldn’t hesitate to fight dirty, and Bruno had everything to lose.  

It’s why he had put so much time and effort into making sure the sword could kill José. Over the years Bruno had added his own spells to the sword but the one he was relying on was the original curse, the power to kill an immortal. It had been a relief to find out for sure that it worked on immortals who’d cheated by stealing life from others. 

‘Protect our people. Protect our family.’ Those words, that admonition from his mother echoed in his mind as he absently traced the words that had been etched into the leather of the scabbard near the hilt. He didn’t need to look to follow their path, tracing the letters had been how he centered himself before a fight ever since his mother gave it to him after he’d been chosen as the heir

:::

(after the vision and him debating with himself what the last two scenes means, ie whether he should hope for survival or not)

The debate between realism, pessimism and optimism raged on through what was left of the night. An hour before dawn he finally came to a decision. He would assume the worst, set contingencies for if he failed to defeat José, while holding on to a sliver of hope to keep himself from doing anything too reckless.

First things first. The kids could not learn of this, nothing could be gained from them knowing and it would only worry and distract them. Picking up the discarded tablet he reached into its future, dragging it forward in time until it crumbled into green sand that slipped through his fingers.

Chapter 24: Reluctance in All its Forms (While Bruno tells Isabela and Dolores about Oscar)

“When I decided to adopt him I told myself I would quietly slip out of his life when he was an adult and didn’t need me anymore. And you know what he did?” He huffed at the memory despite the somber atmosphere. “The morning of his 18th birthday he knocked on my door and handed me a notebook that he’d started when he was eight with the words ‘Proof that Pa is Immortal’ written on the front cover.” Bruno had taken his hands back to wave one in a slow arc emphasizing the title. 

#TBTK #my fic

[avaford2009]

We Don't Talk About Ercole (A Luca Parody Song of ”We Don't Talk About Bruno”)

Guido: We don't talk about Ercole, no, no, no! We don't talk about Ercole... but! It was my wedding day...

Nonna: It was our wedding day

Guido: We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

Nonna: No clouds allowed in the sky!

Guido: Ercole walks in with a mischievous grin...

Nonna: Thunder!

Guido: You telling this story or am I?

Nonna: I'm sorry, amore mio, go on

Guido: Ercole says, "It looks like rain"

Nonna: Why did he tell us?

Guido: In doing so, he floods my brain

Nonna: Massimo, get the umbrellas

Guido: Married in a hurricane

Nonna: What a joyous day, but anyway!

Guido & Nonna: We don't talk about Ercole, no, no, no! We don't talk about Ercole!

Giulia: Hey! Grew to live in fear of Ercole stuttеring or stumbling, I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling, I associate him with thе sound of falling sand. Ch, ch, ch. It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling, always left Massimo and the family fumbling, grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand. Do you understand?

Ciccio: A seven-foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name, it all fades to black, yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams.

Townspeople: Hey!

Guido, Nonna, Giulia & Ciccio: We don't talk about Ercole, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Ercole, no, no!)

We don't talk about Ercole! (We don't talk about Ercole!)

Daniela: He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead!

Townspeople: No, no!

Ugo: He told me I’d grow a gut, and just like he said!

Townspeople: No, no!

Lorenzo: He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head!

Townspeople: No, no!

Guido, Nonna, Giulia & Ciccio: Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!

Luca: He told me that the life of my dreams, would be promised and someday be mine. He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine.

Massimo: Ehi, Isabela’s on her way.

Giulia: He told me that the woman of my dreams, would be just out of reach, betrothed to another. It's like I hear him now...

Luca: Hey, sis! I want not a sound out of you.

Giulia: It’s like I can hear him now. I can hear him now!

Aria: Um, Ercole... yeah, about that Ercole, I really need to know about Ercole, gimme the truth and the whole truth, Ercole!

Ciccio: Luca, your girlfriend's here!

Guido & Daniela: Time for dinner!

Guido: It was my wedding day...

Nonna: It was our wedding day

Guido: We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

Nonna: No clouds allowed in the sky!

Guido: Ercole walks in with a mischievous grin...

Nonna: Thunder!

Guido: You telling this story or am I?

Nonna: I'm sorry, amore mio, go on

Giulia: Grew to live in fear of Ercole stuttеring or stumbling, I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling, I associate him with thе sound of falling sand. Ch, ch, ch. It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling, always left Massimo and the family fumbling, grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand. Do you understand?

Ciccio: A seven-foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name, it all fades to black, yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams.

Luca: He told me that the life of my dreams, would be promised and someday be mine. He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine!

Massimo: Ehi, Isabela’s on her way.

Guido: Ercole says, "It looks like rain"

Nonna: Why did he tell us?

Guido: In doing so, he floods my brain

Nonna: Massimo, get the umbrellas

Guido: Married in a hurricane

Nonna: What a joyous day

Ciccio: A seven-foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name, it all fades to black, yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams.

Townspeople: Hey!

Luca: He told me that the life of my dreams, would be promised and someday be mine. And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine!

Giulia: He told me that the woman of my dreams, would be just out of reach, betrothed to another, another. And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine!

Massimo, Daniela & Ugo: She's here!

Guido, Nonna, Giulia, Ciccio & Townspeople: Don't talk about Ercole!

Aria: Why did I talk about Ercole?

Guido, Nonna, Giulia, Ciccio & Townspeople: Not a word about Ercole!

Aria: I never shoulda brought up Ercole!

#luca disney #guido luca #nonna paguro #giulia marcovaldo #ciccio luca #daniela paguro #ugo paguro #lorenzo paguro #massimo marcovaldo #luca paguro #aria ferretti #luca pixar #we don't talk about bruno #encanto and luca