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qiornono · 8 months
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gang☆star movie redraws part 2!!!!
part 1 here
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When your kids start dancing during the torture session
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vermutandherring · 16 days
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Title says it all: 8 Mafia inspired characters for The Sims 4
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Before you download: • Everyone is Base game + Custom content (listed within the archive) • I play with HQ mod so specific mods are HQ. • All characters use almost identical mods so be ware of the duplicates if you decide to install few of them. • 'Enhanced Eye' and 'Hand Size' sliders may cause problems like invisible hand or no eye. Can be fixed via restarting game or changing sim in CAS with corresponded slider. • Some hairstyles have a barely noticeable gap with the skull. If it bothers you a lot, try changing hairstyle or the shape of sim' head, making it a little wider.
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• Michael Corleone • Bruno Bucciarati • Tommy Angelo • • Sam Trapani • Vito Scaletta • Henry Tomasino • • Vittorio Puzo • Goro Majima •
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I had so much fun with the boys 🌚
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Hair by @johnnysimmer @wistfulpoltergeist @lexel-sims-cc Suits by @marvinsims @darte77 @linzlu KK's creation and others~ Genetics by @okruee @sims3melancholic @lamatisse @pralinesims @goppolsme and others~
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jackcalavera · 2 months
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I find this fitting 😌
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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I read about a tradition in Spain that was just perfect for a small "Encanto Easter Story" because I could finally use my headcanon that Bruno is the godfather of every single grandchild. 
Please enjoy some wholesome good Tio Bruno content:
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Easter mass is finally over. The church had been packed, like it always is on Domingo de Pascua, and for Bruno the service had been peaceful and nerve-wrecking in equal measures. He had spent the entire time gripping the cross hanging around his neck to keep from knocking on the wooden bench and disrupting the sermon. 
Nerves shot or not: Bruno had missed this. The singing and the praying and the stillness in between. 
He had not missed the side eyes and the occasional whisper directed his way. But that's just the way things have always been. No matter how much more decent the villagers have been treating him these past couple of months, he will always be an oddity, the unknown and mysterious and sometimes scary seer of the Madrigals. 
Bruno can deal with that, especially with his family by his side. Mirabel holding his hand and Dolores leaning against his shoulder, Camilo occasionally leaning forward to make funny faces at a bored Antonio until Felix scolds him and tells him to pay attention to the Padre. 
Yes. He can deal with anything.
But mass is over and they have returned to Casita. Bruno feels a silver of apprehension and fidgets with his ruana (a nice one, the one he only wears to church). Julieta seems to have picked up on his nervousness, because she bumps his shoulder and smiles at him. It always surprises him how much those little affirmations can boost his confidence. With a deep breath he nods at her and hurries into the kitchen to gather the surprise he has prepared for the children. 
The Mona de Pascua, the traditional Easter cake that is passed from the godfather to his godchildren to be shared, sits just as wobbly and misshapen on its plate as it did last night. Bruno had insisted on making it himself, without Julieta's help. Seeing it now, he kinda wishes that he'd accepted her offer. It is not round at all and the chicken he'd tried to form out of chocolate to be placed on top looks more like a chicken that has been run over. 
The kids will probably hate it. 
"Ay hermanito. It doesn't look so bad." 
Bruno gives Pepa, who has followed him into the kitchen, the stink eye. "The fact that you need to tell me that tells me everything I need to know." 
Pepa snorts and ruffles his hair. He hates when she does that (no he doesn't) and ducks away from her. 
"Well it looks… unique?" 
Bruno scowls at the cake. It's the first one he's made since his disappearance so of course he is out of practice. But that's exactly why he had wanted it to be extra special. 
Sometimes he still can't believe that his sisters have made him the godfather for all of their children. Hard to believe that everything had started because of an innocent promise in their teens, either. When a nervous Bruno had sat his sisters down to tell them that he doubts that he will ever want children of his own. 
He had been worried and scared, unsure of how his sisters, who were already discussing baby names at the tender age of 16, would react. But he shouldn't have worried. They had simply declared that, in that case, he would make the perfect godparent for their own children. They had promised him that the first born grandchild would be his to spoil rotten. As is the job of every godparent, apparently. 
When Julieta had given birth to Isa first, Pepa had been so distraught that Bruno had offered to be her child's godfather as well. One more wouldn't make such a big difference. 
By the time Luisa had been born, the villagers had started to call him "Bad Luck Bruno", had started to curse his name and had insisted that he was bringing nothing but misfortune to everyone and everything he touched. 
Julieta had placed baby Luisa into his arms and had said "None of that is true. Don't believe a single word they say. I trust you with my second child as well, Brunito. Always remember that when it gets too much." 
When Camilo had been born, Pepa had followed her sister's example and Mirabel a few months later had just felt like the next logical step. 
Godfather to four beautiful sobrinas and a sobrino. Bruno had been so happy. Every time he'd felt like the words of the villagers were getting to him, he had just remembered his sister's words instead and had gathered them all close for a tight hug. 
Looking at Pepa now, smirking at his sorry cake, he just regrets that he wasn't around for Antonio's birth as well. 
"Listen, Pepa. I know I'm not Tonito's godfather, but I would like to include him as well. I don't want him to feel left out and I kinda consider him mine as well, you know, so I just thought that-" 
"What are you talking about?" Pepa interrupts his rambling. "Of course you are Antonio's godfather."
"Wait. I am?" 
"Yeah. Well, not 'officially' with the church. We had to make Julieta the godmother to get the baptism done but we left the space for the godfather blank and later put you down as his godfather in our will. Hey, maybe we could ask the Padre to repeat the ceremony or whatever you do when you want to add a godfather later on."
"I'm not sure that's even possible." 
"Oh well. No matter. Like I said, we put it down in our testament and it's not like Juli would challenge you about this."
Bruno can only stare at his older sister. "But why? I was… gone."
Pepa grimaces. She doesn't like to be reminded of that time. None of them particularly do. "You are the godfather for all of our children. I wasn't going to change that just because you weren't… around." Suddenly she turns away and her shoulders start to shake. Just the tiniest bit. "Not making you the godfather would have felt like giving up. And no matter what you might think, I never gave up hope that you would come back one day. One day my little brother would return and he would be the most wonderful godfather to my youngest, just like he'd been to all of them. I just had to believe that, or I would have… I would have-"
Bruno wraps his arms around his sister from behind and buries his face between her shoulder blades. Pepa exhales shakily, grips his arms and lowers her head. 
"I will Pepi! I won't ever disappoint you again. I will take good care of Antonio and the others." 
"I know you will."
They stand like that for a long time until the children all stumble into the kitchen. Bruno and Pepa break apart and he can see her inconspicuously wipe away some tears. Before the kids can notice and question her, he takes the plate and holds it up with a flourish. As if it doesn't hold the most sad looking cake anyone has ever seen. 
"Felices Pascuas!" 
None of the children laugh when they see their special cake. In fact, they are all delighted and every one of them demands the biggest piece. In the end Bruno gives it to Antonio, since it is his first one. There is some grumbling but they are good kids and congratulate their smallest on his big serving. 
And as Bruno finds himself surrounded by all six of his godchildren and sharing the Mona de Pascua with them, he can't help but smile. 
It tastes a lot better than it looks. 
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Please accept some artistic freedom when it comes to how baptism and godparents work. Let's just say that the Encanto is a closed community and it got its own rules.
Happy Easter!
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tragic-cosmic-magic · 8 months
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I'm currently thinking about this one prompt I did where Lissa was struggling with some depression and Crowley and Aziraphale decided to cheer her up by preforming We Don't Talk About Bruno from Encanto (they only sang Pepa's and Felix's parts lol) (Aziraphale played the role of Pepa and Crowley played the role of Felix). I remember Lissa was dying laughing by the end of their silly preformance and she thanked them for it and she said that it helped a lot.
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nellycanwrite · 2 years
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Bruno’s Godfather, Mateo Alcantara
From my Bruno x Reader fanfiction, Love Me for Eternity
| He is the shepherd of the Encanto, but majority of the townsfolk don’t know that he’s the watchman of the mountains, scouting the outskirts of town to make sure no outsider can ever get in. He acts like a shadow leader of the village; giving advice to Alma about decisions being made.
| Mateo had been childhood friends with Pedro and share the same love for writing. 
| Trained with Pedro in using eskrima sticks. Their fathers planned for them to be drafted into war, but fortunately, their village was in a fairly remote area and no troops were sent to their town to take them to the big city.
| He LOVES his godchildren and will do anything for them. He always tries to convince Alma to become more lenient with the triplets with their duties.
| Has a soft spot for Bruno, but always tries to scare him for fun because he has such an obvious crush on his daughter. 
| Mateo is 46 years old in this art while Bruno and Y/N are 21.
| He lost his arm from protecting his daughter from outsiders (Chapter 10 of LMFE). He does not regret a single second of it.
A snippet from LMFE; where Bruno asks for Mateo for your hand in marriage.
Mateo led Bruno to a wooden table and made him sit adjacent to him. Bruno fidgeted under the scrutiny of his padrino , fiddling with the velvet box inside his pocket. This was it. It’s going to happen. Mateo seemed to have realized his godson’s nerves as he asked; “What’s wrong, mijo? What do you want to talk about?” Bruno cleared his throat, “I—uh—padrino, I need to ask you something very important, and well, I would like to—to ask for your blessing,” the young man slid the box in front of your father with a shaking hand. Mateo remained unmoving, staring at the small box that contained the engagement ring. It scared Bruno to see his padrino silent, but he continued; “...I would like to propose to your daughter, padrino. She’s… she’s everything to me. And I’m ready to give her everything. If—if you give me your blessing, I’ll make sure to make her the happiest woman alive, and I’ll take care of her. Please, padrino.” Mateo gazed at the pastures where you continued to guide the herd to a watering hole to drink their fill. For a moment, Bruno thought he wouldn’t give his blessing (which is entirely possible. Bruno always knew your father wouldn’t give you anything that was worth your time, and Bruno certainly knew he wasn’t the best man to ask for your hand), but Mateo could only stand and gave him a strong pat on the shoulder. “Walk with me, Bruno.” And so they did. Bruno wrung his fingers together, fiddling with the small box in his hands. Your father still had his hand on his shoulder, and he prayed that he couldn’t feel him shaking under his hold (oh, Mateo definitely felt it. But he wasn’t going to comment on that anytime soon). Was Bruno going to die? Was Mateo going to kill him for even daring to ask for your hand? “U-uh, where—where are we going?” Bruno was definitely sure he was going to the place of his death. O Dios, he shouldn’t have asked to marry you. He shouldn’t even have courted you. He was dead, for sure. You’re father was going to kill him—
“My daughter… has been through a lot. And I’m sure you’re aware of that,” Mateo’s grip on his shoulder tightens as they continue to walk through the outskirts, the dirt path slowly becoming more overgrown with jungle wildlife. Bruno didn’t say anything as they continued forth.
“She’s like her mother; strong, brave, definitely stubborn and adventurous—a deadly combo, if I do say so myself,” He laughs to himself. The plants reached higher and higher up into the sky, almost covering the sun that sits high into the sky. Bruno didn’t know where they were; he had never strayed far from the heart of the mountain refuge. You brought him near the treelines, yes. But he never necessarily ventured into the vast overgrowth. So far, you and your father are the only ones he knew who would go this far to scout the mountain ranges for any dangers.
“My daughter likes you, mijo. I can see it in her eyes. She has the same eyes as I did whenever I look at Alejandra,” Mateo continues on with his talk, his eyes steady and only looking forward to a specific destination in mind. Bruno felt the grip on his shoulder loosen, and he can only assume that it was a good thing.
 “...you’re a good kid Bruno, and I know you’re going to make mi hijita happy. I’ve seen how you look at her as well, and I’m sure you’re capable enough to give her a good life. You’ve been with her during her darkest times, and for that, I am grateful. Though, you’re not exactly the ideal man I envisioned my daughter with,” Bruno’s shoulders sagged, but Mateo can only chuckle as he continued,  “...but she likes you, and I’m sure as hell that she’d have my neck if she found out I said no. Quite frankly, you’re the only one I can trust with my daughter. But you still have to do one more thing before I say anything—”
They stop at a clearing, the foliage clearing up to see a singular headstone in the midst of potted flowers and multitudes of candles. The trees had cleared overhead, and the scene was being spotlighted with the natural light of the afternoon sun. Some of the many candles were lit, and Bruno could distinctly tell that a fresh batch of white carnations were meticulously arranged at the bottom; just underneath the stone. Mateo nudged Bruno forward, nodding his head towards the memorial.
“—I’m not the only one you should be asking for blessings, mijo.”
Bruno hesitantly took a nervous step towards the headstone, looking at his padrino for extra measure. He just replied with a simple nod and stepped back to witness the scene.
On the stone, etched with intricate cursive, was the name of your mother, Alejandra Alcantara. A mother, a friend, a wife, and an adventurer. Bruno had to suck in a breath as he kneeled down and traced his hand on the carvings. Written underneath her name was a phrase; No scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop us on our journey. To promise, and to laugh, to love for eternity.
You have always told Bruno stories of your mother, but he never met his madrina in person, much less even knew her headstone was here. He’d heard stories from his mama as well, but never in great detail. But he can certainly tell from the warm caress of wind on his cheek, the comforting embrace of a mother, and the memories that she had to the people who cared for her that she was a good person.
Bruno took a deep breath and started to speak.“Hola, madrina. I’m Bruno. W-well, you might already know me. Heh, you must be wondering why I’m here. W-well you see, I wanted to ask for your blessing. I want to marry your daughter—I’ve always had since we were five. I want to be the one she leans on, I want to be the one who makes her smile, to make her laugh, I want to be the one who makes her happy. She’s done so much for me, and I could only hope that I did the same for her. I may not be as strong as the other men in town, nor as confident as mi padrino, but I’ll—I’ll try my best. I’ll do everything in my power so I won’t make bad things happen. I promise you that, madrina. I’ll make her happy.”
A comforting silence swept through the clearing, and for a second, Bruno was afraid that he wasn’t enough for you, your father, or your late mother. However, during that moment of weakness, Mateo kneeled beside him. He traced the linings of his late wife’s headstone and sighed. At that moment, Bruno didn’t see the warrior that protects the Encanto, no. He looked like a broken man whose cracks were patched by the salvaged bits of his own broken will.
He looked like a tired man whose grief was still fresh.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was neither comforting nor awkward; just two men under witness of the afternoon sun, where the trees sang melodies of the unknown and carried with it the whispers of troubled hearts. Bruno couldn’t speak. He didn’t want to. The man—the widower—beside him was hurting. He assumed so, of course. But the sag of his shoulders and the faraway look in his eyes were a tell-tale sign of his pain, much like how his mama would look whenever it was their papa’s—Pedro’s—death anniversary. Bruno didn’t have the right to impede the mourning, even if that grief was already twenty years old.
A golden butterfly mutely landed on the headstone, letting its wings rest idly on the warm surface. This seemed to break Mateo’s trance as he slowly lifted his head and turned to Bruno.
“...take care of mi hijita , Bruno.”
Bruno wanted to scream, to cry, to shout for joy at the success. He felt happy, yes, but he could only give your father a determined nod and said;
“Si, padrino. I’ll take care of her.”
At that moment, one thing ran through the mind of Mateo Alcantara. He had to let his daughter go. He wasn’t worried. She was in good hands. Bruno will take care of her, he was sure of it. If he hurts her in any way, then he was sure that the youngest Madrigal had hell to pay.
Bruno and Evalina (my face claim of Y/N) belongs to @cheesy-cryptid! Check out her awesome art as well! You’ll never know, you’ll get some sneak peaks from the fic from her blog *wink wonk*
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imaginationhyperload · 11 months
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I wouldn’t be too surprised if Bruno was Mirabel’s Godfather. Anyone else agree?
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citizenscreen · 2 years
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Young Clemenza and Corleone in THE GODFATHER PART II (1974)
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thatgeekwiththeclipons · 11 months
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Remembering character actor Bruno Kirby ^__^
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kemetic-dreams · 3 months
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1938 - PAULINE JOHNSON and FELICE BOUDREAUX, sisters, were once slaves on the plantation of Dermat Martine, near Opelousas, Louisiana. As their owners were French, they are more inclined to use a Creole patois than English.
"Us was both slaves on de old plantation close to Opelousas," Pauline began. As the elder of the two sisters she carried most of the conversation, although often referring to Felice before making positive statements.
"I was 12 year old when freedom come and Felice was 'bout six. Us belonged to Massa Dermat Martine and the missy's name Mimi. They raise us both in the house and they love us so they spoil us. I never will forget that. The little white chillen was younger than me, 'bout Felice's age. They sho' had pretty li'l curly black hair.
"Us didn't have hard time. Never even knowed hard time. That old massa, he what you call a good man.
"Us daddy was Renee and he work in the field. The old massa give him a mud and log house and a plot of ground for he own. The rain sho' never get in that log house, it so tight. The furniture was homemake, but my daddy make it good and stout.
"Us daddy he work de ground he own on Sunday and sold the things to buy us shoes to put on us feet and clothes. The white folks didn't give us clothes but they let him have all the money he made in his own plot to get them.
"Us mama name Marguerite and she a field hand, too, so us chillen growed up in the white folks house mostly. 'Fore Felice get big enough to leave I stay in the big house and take care of her.
"One day us papa fall sick in the bed, just 'fore freedom, and he kep' callin' for the priest. Old massa call the priest and just 'fore us papa die the priest marry him and my mama. 'fore dat they just married by the massa's word.
"Felice and me, us have two brothers what was born and die in slavery, and one sister still livin' in Bolivar now. Us three uncles, Bruno and Pophrey and Zaphrey, they goes to the war. Them three dies too young. The Yankees stole them and make them boys fight for them.
"I never done much work but wash the dishes. They wasn't poor people and they uses good dishes. The missy real particular 'bout us shinin' them dishes nice, and the silver spoons and knives, too.
"Them white people was good Christian people and they christen us both in the old brick Catholic church in Opelousas. They done torn it down now. Missy give me pretty dress to get christen in. My godmother, she Mileen Nesaseau, but I call her 'Miran'. My godfather called 'Paran.'
"On Sunday mornin' us fix our dress and hair and go up to the missy's looking-glass to see if us pretty enough go to church. Us goes to Mass every Sunday mornin' and church holiday, and when the cullud folks sick massa send for the priest same's for the white folks.
"We wears them things on the strings round the neck for the good of the heart. They's nutmeg.
"The plantation was a big, grand place and they have lots of orange trees. The slaves pick them oranges and pack then down on the barrel with la mosse (Spanish moss) to keep them. They was plenty pecans and figs, too.
"In slavery time most everybody round Opelousas talk Creole. That make the words hard to come sometime. Us both talk that better way than English.
"Durin' the war, it were a sight. Every mornin' Capt. Jenerette Bank and he men go a hoss-back drillin' in the pasture and then have drill on foot. A white lady take all us chillen to the drill ground every mornin'. Us take the lunch food in the basket and stay till they done drill out.
"I can sing for you the song they used to sing:
"O, de Yankee come to put de nigger free,
Says I, says I, pas bonne;
In eighteen-sixty-three,
De Yankee get out they gun and say,
Hurrah! Let's put on the ball.
"When war over none the slaves wants leave the plantation. My mama and us chillen stays on till old massa and missy dies, and then goes live on the old Repridim place for a time.
"Both us get marry in that Catholic church in Opelousas. As for me, it most too long ago to talk about. His name Alfred Johnson and he dead 12 years. Our youngest boy, John, go to the World War. Two my nephews die in that war and one nephew can't walk now from that war.
"Felice marry Joseph Boudreaux and when he die she come here to stay with me. There's more hard time now than in the old day for us, but I hope things get better.
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ddarker-dreams · 2 years
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Idk if you’ve already done this or not, but if you haven’t bucci hang finding out sr reader is pregnant please and like how they would be during reader’s pregnancy
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I'M ON IT 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ 
[Planned it]
Giorno
He just kinda.... holds you for a few minutes. No words are spoken, yet you don’t think they’re necessary; it’s as if your souls eclipsed and become one for the briefest instance. The two of you had discussed this at great length before, but actually experiencing it feels so much different. When he pulls back, he cups your face in his hands. He’s confident that you’re going to be a wonderful mother. Underneath his joy, he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be a good father. The closest thing he had to a father figure was a nameless gangster who watched over him from afar. Giorno wants to give your child the love he never had growing up. Sensing his internal conflict, you reassure him that you’ve both got this. He won’t be alone in navigating these concerns. You remind him that you’re both a team (though you proudly claim to be team captain, to which he chuckles), soothing away his budding fear. He’ll set aside as much time as he can from his Don obligations to dote on you. 
Bruno
This is a day that will live forever in his mind. Bruno looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. While you may never know this since he finds it embarrassing, he used to fantasize about the idea of building a family with you. Maybe retiring from Passione and moving back to his childhood town, getting a house on the water, taking your children to all the best fishing spots his dad taught him about. While carrying out this exact fantasy might not be in the cards yet, being with you is already a dream come true. Expect to be picked up and spun around (until he worries that you might get dizzy and puts you down with the utmost gentleness). The man is beaming, taking your hands in his, thanking you over and over. He lost his family at a young but is now able to be part of a new one with you. Not even five minutes later, he’s planning out the dimensions and wallpaper for the future nursery...
[Messed around with the idea — still a surprise pregnancy]
Mista
His eyes get all wide and he cannot wipe the smile off his face. He keeps asking really? Really? In this high pitched voice to confirm whether or not this is actually happening. Pistols are cheering at the prospect of having “Number Seven” and start heatedly debating who should get to be the godfather. Mista almost tackle hugs you, mutters a quick oh shit after remembering he should probably treat you delicately now, then covers his mouth. Quietly asks if the baby could hear that or not (you say you doubt it). He’s always been more of a go with the flow type, but increases his intentionality in the months that follow. He starts practicing how to change diapers on a doll (Pistols snitched on this to you). No matter how flustered you get due to the side effects of pregnancy, his chill aura always remains. He’s great at keeping you grounded — almost nothing fazes him. You could ask him to bake you cookies at two in the morning and he’s on it stat. No complaints, just an endless well of love for his cute wife. 
Narancia
He’s smothering your face in smooches because of how hype he is. Narancia becomes an unbridled ball of energy, practically bouncing off the walls, firing a thousand questions per second. When does the kicking start? Can the little one hear him yet? Before you can give an answer, he’s already kneeling, speaking in a soft tone in the general direction of your stomach. Introduces himself as “your super cool papa” and is already giving name suggestions. You weren’t sure what reaction to anticipate but this display is beyond heartwarming. Narancia is swearing that the little one is going to have the best parents ever, that he can’t wait to meet them, and encourages them “to keep doing your best in there” while gesturing at your stomach. Narancia will be telling everyone in the general vicinity that you’re with child while puffing out his chest. If someone takes your seat on the bus, he’s ready to jump them, even when you explain it’s fine because you’re not showing yet. He’s basically counting down the days until your due date. 
[UH OH very much a surprise pregnancy]
Fugo
You can practically see him doing all the calculations in his head to determine the percentage of this happening. The number he arrives at is astronomically low, since you both took precautions to prevent this from happening. While he thinks he’s in a better place mentally compared to his teenage years, self-doubt swirls in his mind, and he stands there shell-shocked until you keep calling his name. Fugo already wrestles with the insecurity that you could do better than being with someone like him, he just never thinks he can be good enough. Sitting down and talking things over with you helps a lot. He apologizes — saying that it’s you he should be focusing on right now — but you never demean him or look impatient. He solemnly swears that if you want to keep the child, he’ll give it his all too. What starts out as apprehension cold as winter melts into the budding excitement of spring as the months progress. You both attend parenting classes, he’s reading more developmental psychology books than you can count, and he shows up to every doctor’s appointment thirty minutes early. It makes you wish he could see the good in himself that you see everyday. 
Abbacchio
Abbacchio is conflicted to say the least, but to no fault of your own. This is a big commitment. Naturally, he’s committed to you, it’s just that he never gave much thought to raising a kid. He’s worried he’ll screw up somehow and ruin the child for life. If you decide to keep it, he’ll take responsibility of course, there’s just a lot for him to work through mentally. He circumvents this by almost overfocusing on you and neglecting himself. He’ll make sure you’re always comfortable, shoos you off whenever you try to do chores, starts putting in extra hours to further cushion your finances. Keeping busy is an effective method for a while, until he starts to get burnt out. Up until that point, he’s tip-toed around the conversation whenever you try to bring it up, but you finally manage to get his real thoughts when you start crying. He can never stand to see you cry. He lets everything out, the good, the bad, the ugly. Everything can’t be resolved and neatly tied up in a single evening, but it’s a good place to start. Abbacchio feels closer to you and somewhat more secure about the future. 
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glendybluebird · 1 year
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💜💚Familia Guerrera-Luna💛💙❤️
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✨Their triplet dynamic and some info about their parents. Sorry, it's been a while. Been a little too busy these days. Anyway, here's their redesign. I would've drawn more if only my tablet didn't get broken. Drawing with my phone and fingers takes me soooo long to finish. Funfact: - Again, Alora/Luna's real or legal name is "Alora" -The three have some triplet intuition where they feel a harsh pinch when and where one of them is hurt. This started when Alora had an accident. -Imelda was actually 5'10" and Manuel was around 5'6" -Lauro and Lorenzo are currently around 5'6" to 5'7". They take after Imelda. -Luna is currently around 5'2" to 5'3". -Bruno is the triplet's godfather -Bruno was the best man at Imelda and Manuel's wedding
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zafirosreverie · 2 years
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Just a minute (Pepa x Fem!Reader)
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a/n: this mentions pregnancy between two women, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable
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"You shouldn't be here" you said, not opening the door too wide.
"Y/N, please, I just want to-"
"I know what you want Pepa, and the answer is still no"
The redhead sighed and felt her heart sink as a huge black cloud formed above her head. It was the third time in the week that she came and you never let her past the door. Deep down she didn't blame you, she knew that she had hurt you deeply and that she really deserved this, but she wasn't going to give up, not with this.
"He's my son too, Y/N" she told you "I have the right to see him"
You crossed your arms and stared at her intently, feeling inwardly proud of the way she squirmed uncomfortably.
A year had passed since you separated from her, or rather since she decided that the image of the family was more important than you and the love you shared. A year since your then-girlfriend decided it was easier to follow her mother's orders and marry Félix, instead of fighting for you.
She had hurt you, you had begged her not to, you begged her to stay, but in the end, it was her decision and you had to accept it, even if your soul was broken.
It was not all bad tho. Shortly after the wedding, you learned that the magic of the Encanto worked in curious and capricious ways, in your case, planting a seed in your womb. It terrified you and for a moment you were afraid of not remembering any abuse you suffered the night you got drunk from losing Pepa, but it was your ex-brother-in-law Bruno who timidly came to your house with a green tablet under his arm, and explained to you that the baby was in fact his sister's.
Magic had given you and Pepa the opportunity to be a family, but the news had come too late and you were furious with her, so you asked Bruno not to tell anyone else. He promised not to, but he warned you that Julieta already knew it too.
It was hard to ask them not to say anything to their sister and mother, but both had shown that despite not being your siblings-in-law anymore, they were still your best friends. They were the ones who took care of you throughout your pregnancy, especially Bruno who was not so necessary in the town and could perfectly spend hours with you, bringing you his sister's food without raising suspicion.
But there is no deadline that is not met and the day you gave birth was also the day Pepa found out everything. The sky turned gray and you could hear the strong storm outside the house, but you forced yourself to focus on Julieta while the healer helped you bring your son into the world.
It had been hard labor, almost five hours and your friend had promised to take care of your baby while you rested. It had been the only time that Pepa had seen her son, out of compassion on her sister’s part, the same sister who had hidden everything from her.
Since then, the redhead had come to your house almost every day, trying to see him, and perhaps you would have allowed it if Bruno and Julieta hadn't told you that Alma had planned to take your son from you and pass him off as Felix's. Pepa hadn't even protested.
"We know how things are at home, Y/N...he deserves better" Julieta had told you
"I've seen two futures for him...the best is definitely far from Casita" Bruno added
And that had been enough for your desire to protect your son to be stronger than the love that deep down you knew you still felt for Pepa.
"Y/N, please" Pepa said pulling you out of your thoughts "I just want to see him"
"No"
"You let Julieta and Bruno see him"
"Julieta is his godmother and Bruno his godfather...besides, they were here for me"
"Because you didn't want to tell me anything!"
"Because you were on your honeymoon"
Pepa felt that she was slapped or that a bucket of cold water fell on her. Of course, you were right, as always. This was her fault, she had decided to be a coward and not do anything to go against her mother, she had no one else to blame.
"I'm sorry" she murmured "Please…just a minute"
You looked at her for a while, taking in the way her beautiful green eyes were filled with guilt and fear, the way she hunched submissively. She looked slimmer than she had last time and she had dark circles under her eyes. Despite all your heart couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Just a minute" you said, moving to the side "and don't get him wet with your rain"
"Thank you"
You tried to keep a neutral face when the redhead walked past you and her scent washed over you. It almost felt as if you had never lost her.
You watched in silence as Pepa carefully took your baby, cradling him against her chest and whispering soft words in a sweet lullaby. You could almost lie to yourself and think of this as a familiar scene, a part of the life you should have had.
But reality hit you again when you heard her call your son "her little miracle." You held back and didn't say anything, but repeated to yourself over and over again the phrase you had said to Julieta the night she and Bruno came to tell you Alma's plans:
The miracle is mine, not theirs.
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halseyquinn · 1 year
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It’s been a while since I last posted something - I was really lacking inspiration (and time ;) But then I recently rewatched the ballet “The Nutcracker“ by Tchaikovsky and one of the characters (I will explain this in detail later) reminded me so much of Bruno and I suddenly had the idea to make a crossover with Encanto and here it is! 
I’ll quickly summarize the plot for everyone who doesn’t know the ballet (there isn’t that much plot, since it’s more about the music and dancing, but nevertheless): The family Stahlbaum is celebrating Christmas evening together with friends, among others the mysterious magician Drosselmeyer who also happens to be one of the daugther’s (Clara’s) godfather (I always thought he was her uncle, but well…). Drosselmeyer puts on a little magical show for the children and hands out presents, including a nutcracker for Clara. Later, after the celebration is over, Clara stays a little while longer in the room on her own - and suddenly the presents come to live. The nutcracker gets attacked by a fierce army of mice, led by the Mouse King. Clara helps defeat them and the nutcracker gets transformed into a prince, who now leads Clara to his magical kingdom full of wonders. There seem to be several endings, but the one I know (and also like best) is that Clara eventually finds herself waking up from a wonderful dream.
So, basically there’s everything one needs for an Encanto crossover: the mysterious and magical (but also good-natured) godfather/uncle wearing a flowy garment, a curious young girl discovering a magical world and lots of little rodents ;) I imagined Bruno and Mirabel taking a liking to this ballet and then acting out a little Christmas/holiday performance for the rest of the family with Bruno as Drosselmeyer and Mirabel as Clara with her nutcracker (Mirabel definitely sewed the costumes, too!) - of course the Mouse/Rat King (or Queen LOL) doesn’t get harmed in their version – they just get a piece of cheese and are all friendly again :)
I wish everyone who reads this Happy Holidays (or just generally a good time)! <3
Disclaimer: Encanto and its characters belong to Disney.
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