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[moprp]

im no baby, im a big brave girl! (and big girls dont cry!)

Eyy I’m finally done! This fic is dedicated to our dearest (and my favorite) authors, @wikluk and @adabofblessings!!! Since this is for said authors, I added small easter eggs for each. If u know, then u know ;)

Summary: Following her disastrous gift ceremony, little Mirabel thinks she isn’t allowed to sleep in the nursery anymore because she had her fifth birthday and that’s when the kids leave the nursery. Since there’s no other (her own) room for her, she feels the need to leave Casita, so she packs her things and tries to do so but she’s caught by Julieta/Agustin/both of them. Read to find out ;)

Word Count: 7178

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Happy reading! (constructive criticism is welcome!)

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As soon as her big and pure eyes welled up with shiny tears, Julieta practically snatched Mirabel away, swiftly taking her to the nursery as whispers emitted from the courtyard. Something unexpected had happened; her door had dissipated into nothing, leaving a confused five-year-old looking to her parents for guidance. The event had shocked the whole Encanto at that very moment, and Pepa may or may not have thundered a couple of times, Julieta didn't notice, however, as her focus was locked on her youngest and her youngest only.

People are going to talk and she knew it, all of them did. But Julieta couldn't bring herself to care, all she could bring herself to think about is her Mirabel – her sweet and precious little mariposa that deserved every ounce of happiness.

As soon as she shut the door behind them, the tears that hung in Mirabel's eyes suddenly burst out, her body wracked with sobs as she cried into the fabric of Julieta's clothes. She clenched her mami's dress like a lifeline, her tiny knuckles turning pearly white. Julieta chewed at the inside of her cheek as she held her baby close to her chest, walking over to the bed meant for toddlers.

Mirabel, being a premature baby – although it's still slightly concerning on Julieta's part – had its perks. Fortunately, one of the said perks is being able to cuddle with her mamá on a single bed because of her smaller size.

As Mirabel and Julieta curled up together on the nursery bed, muffled sounds of Alma coaxing everyone to leave could be heard as well as what could possibly be the next hurricane started brewing, the temperature dropping significantly. Soft and barely audible squeaks were heard beyond the door and por dios, who knows what kind of nonsense rumors Dolores was currently hearing. The little voices of Isabela and Luisa bombarding their papá with questions about their hermanita made Julieta's heart constrict by an inch or two.

No one had answers right now.

Not that she minded, chasing Mirabel's sadness away is her mission at the moment.

"Mami?" her raw voice broke the older woman out of her thoughts as she sniffled quietly.

"Yes, mi vida?"

"Why didn't I get a gift? Did I do something wrong? Is Abuela mad at me?"

She ignored the feeling of her lungs ceasing to function. Just the fact that her hija's mind is currently raising with such thoughts gave her an unsettling sensation in the pit of her stomach. 

"I have no idea, corazón. Your Abuela could never be mad at you, she's simply just as surprised as the rest of us are." she stroked her curly locks with her fingers, eyes never leaving her glossy ones.

"I thought maybe Abuela's angry with me and that's why I didn't get a gift."

Mirabel and transgression do not mix. How could a toddler be capable of committing a horrible mistake for the miracle to reject her? It's simply implausible, especially when she seems to have a special connection to Casita more than anyone else in the family.

"You did nothing wrong, amor. You did everything you were told. Your papi, Isa, Lulu, and I are so proud of you for being brave out there." she booped Mirabel on the nose, making her tears momentarily halt as she gave a small smile.

Good.

She's still smiling despite the circumstances.

"I was?"

"Sí, mi vida, you were mi valiente bebé!" she gave her daughter a tight hug, driving out some giggles from the toddler.

"I'm no baby, mamá! I was a big brave girl out there!"

"Ay mi vida, bebé or not, you're still our brave little mariposa." she attacked the young girl with smooches to the face, eliciting loud and hearty squeals.

Julieta internally smiled wide as Mirabel stopped crying, her focus was now on her dress, tiny fingers tracing every detail of embroidery on her clothes. She had always been interested in these kinds of things, the healer couldn't help but wonder if her youngest would grow up to be a tailor, just like her papi. Once Mirabel began dumping her mamá with questions about yarn and such, she released a breath she didn't know she held. Her hija was here, she was fine. She was able to chase the sadness away this time.

The failed gift ceremony would awaken something else within the family, she knew. Based on mamá's reaction alone, it had already started. The way her warm expression flashed multiple emotions in such a short duration could make anyone who had witnessed it stutter. Warmth, confusion, horror, stone-cold, professional, it was almost terrifying. She kept her gaze on Mirabel and wished the stars that she wouldn't be faced with any more burdens. She may have dodged the burdens of having a gift, but she knows it won't stop there. This time, she’ll be forced to carry the heavy weights of being giftless.

All alone too.

Because she is the first. The first to be centered in an unimaginable light. She's the only Madrigal who was born into the family only to not receive a blessing from the candle. Had the candle deemed her unworthy? Did they simply have to retry the whole ceremony to get a gift? Or did the candle truly just have other plans for Mirabel?

Too many questions and none to be answered, sadly.

"Mira?"

"Yes, mami?" she looked up to her madre, an innocent glow in her eyes.

"Promise me you'll be my strong amor. Stand tall and be proud of who you are, be brave no matter what happens. Because gift or no gift, you're just as special as anyone else in this family. Do you understand?"

Mirabel smiled brightly, the twinkling of her irises unfading at the newfound strength. "Of course mami, I promise!" she held up her pinky and Julieta followed as their fingers curled against one another. "I pinky promise!"

Her heart swelled with affection and she couldn't hold back the maternal instinct that flooded her entire being at that moment. For the millionth time today, she showered Mirabel with kisses as she squirmed. "Bien. ¡Ay, te amo mi cosa linda!" she exclaimed between the spray of smooches.

The toddler's squirms died down as soon as Julieta hummed her a soothing lullaby. She'd always favored this tune, even when she was an unborn baby living in her womb. She recalled Mirabel was a restless baby, always making her mamá's heart flutter with each movement she made. Whenever she heard the voice of someone she liked, she'd kick and maneuver with double enthusiasm. Once, Agustín had been talking to a very awake Mirabel as Julieta lay resting on the bed, listening to the conversation her esposo started with the baby about how chocolate is created. Out of nowhere, Mirabel unknowingly kicked Julieta's spine and had her bedridden for a good week, but her hija didn't need to know that. She followed her soft singing with gentle strokes on her back, hoping to ease any remaining traces of pain her mariposa was feeling.

As if on cue, the door to the nursery echoed with a soft knock, followed by a creek. Agustín peaked his head in the small crack, followed by Isabela and Luisa. "Hey mis amores, are we interrupting anything?"

Mirabel perked up, eyes wide and clear with excitement. "Papi! Isa! Lu!" she gently released herself from her mother's grasp before speeding to the door, letting all three of them in.

He chuckled as he watched all of his hijas hold each other in tight hugs, their chubby cheeks colliding together from the side. "I'll take that as a no." he ruffled Mirabel's hair as she giggled. "Doing good, Miraboo?"

"Yes, Papá!" She moved to hug his legs and was surrounded by her sisters in a second. She let go and faced them, only to bring them both into another embrace. The sweet display warmed the parent's hearts, possibly faster than some of Pepa's mood swings. Julieta stood up and regarded Agustín, hand automatically reaching in to hold his big and warm one as they looked at the scene before them.

"We were worried about you, Mira." Isabela quietly admitted and with a wave of her hand, she created Mirabel's favorite flower as she tucked it between her brown strands.

"Yeah, I thought something bad happened. I was ready to fight for you!" Luisa said, pulling her little sister off her feet and setting her on her shoulders while securely holding her thighs, making Mirabel shine bright and squeal in surprise.

"I'm okay, hermanas. Mami said I was a big brave girl out there!" she said with as much smugness she could muster. She glanced at her mother with a smile before diverting her attention back to her sisters.

"Mami said I'm brave too, you know." Isabela piped in with a playful roll of her eyes.

"Uh-huh, were you brave when you found an ant living in one of your flowers?"

"Hey! At least I didn't scream as loud as Luisa did when a butterfly landed on her finger!" she retorted.

"I want no part in this conversation." Luisa inquired with raised eyebrows.

"You don't like butterflies, Luisa? You make me sad." she feigned offense.

As the light-hearted conversation turned into some ordinary sibling bickering, Julieta instinctively squeezed Agustín's hand tighter as the latter reciprocated the action. She hoped this bond between their girls wouldn't change despite the events earlier.

At some point in the night, the girls had somehow squeezed themselves into Mirabel's bed without one of them falling off as they drifted into a peaceful slumber together.

Julieta looked on, her tilted head slightly; she couldn't help the toothy grin and contented sigh that slipped out.

Agustín bumped her hip with his. "We raised tres niñas pequeñas properly, didn't we?"

She hummed in response, her eyes never leaving the relaxed expressions of their daughters. He's right; Isabela, despite sealing herself off ever since her gift ceremony, is still the same bebé they had held in their arms after her birth, always so thoughtful and sweet. And Luisa, oh their adorable niña. She'd had unfortunately taken her overworking habit after her madre, though that didn't stop her from being equally loving and caring to everyone. Lastly, Mirabel. Ay, this child, such a young soul, and yet she's already gone through too much for her age. But even after being rejected by the candle, she kept a brave face. The way Mirabel's eyes welled up with tears as she looked longingly at her parents. The way none of those tears spilled until she was alone and in her mother's arms is a sight Julieta wouldn't forget anytime soon. The image will be permanently drilled into Julieta's skull, as well as Agustín's, despite his absence during the first half of their little get-away circle in the nursery.

It was getting rather late, however, Agustín didn't want to have to leave their side, especially not so soon after what had happened. It seemed like Julieta read his mind, for she felt the same, the idea of leaving her niñas right now could fall down a well, for all she cared. Suddenly, an idea popped up in her head and she glanced around the room.

"Casita?" the wooden floor flipped in response.

"Could you fetch me a double mattress, pillows, and a blanket por favor?” Julieta asked, “We would like to sleep here for the evening."

And just like that, with another flip of the wooden floorboards, a mattress came into frame, along with the pillows and blankets she'd asked for. Considering everything had come from under the floorboards, Julieta was utterly surprised when she noticed that none of the items were dusty or molded. Their magical casa truly works wonders, as her mamá said.

She smiled and patted the wall, hoping to convey the message that she was grateful. "Gracias, Casita." The house repeated its earlier actions, but this time, it bounced a roll of blue yarn up and down in response to Julieta.

They both settled down, pulling one another close as they pondered today's happenings. Today had been hectic indeed, from making sure the food and decorations were well-prepared, to fretting over Mirabel, the parents were expecting a perfect day, but today was far from perfect. Instead, they got themselves a bittersweet day.

They weren't blind to the misery of the Madrigals, no. They could see it in themselves, but also others. The way Pepa would walk around with a looming cloud threatening to spill water, almost like her own tears. The way Félix would follow his esposo around to bring comfort and whisper sweet nothings to her ear. The way Dolores winces when someone claps or shouts, hell, she even approached Julieta to ask for something that'd make her sensory overload fade. Camilo is still in the early stages of being a Madrigal, eventually, he will have a crisis too, despite their dismay about it. The way Bruno would shy away from basically anyone in fear of being called ‘Bad Luck Bruno’ like the town claims him to be. The way Isabela looks to her Abuela for approval, when, in fact, she doesn't need it. And finally, the way Luisa could never just say no. Behind closed doors, the miracle is both a blessing and a curse. It's tied to every Madrigal, unfortunately.

"I'm scared for her, Agustín. I'm afraid of what she might experience just because she's different."

"Lo sé, me too. All we can do is be there for her, amor." he ran his long fingers through her thick and curly hair as she stifled a yawn. This, however, did not go unnoticed by Agustín. "Sleep now, corazón, you need energy for tomorrow, we'll take it one day at a time."

Right, one day at a time.

~~~~

As Mirabel opened her eyes, she noticed one figure cuddled up next to her, Isabela. She knew based on the flower scent and the soft snoring alone, though as she looked to her left, she frowned once she noticed Luisa was gone.

Ay Lulu, Mirabel figured she was probably already in town overworking herself and as she slowly sat up, she climbed off the bed, careful not to accidentally hit Isabela and wake her up. She took her green glasses and gingerly put them on, watching as the world around her sharpened. Only then had she realized that next to the bed was a huge mattress where her papi slept alone, snoring softly against the pillows. Her mamá was nowhere to be seen, probably already in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the family. Her insides jumped with glee at the idea of getting to spend the morning with her mami, despite it practically being a personal ritual for the pair. Everyday since she could walk, Mirabel would wander into the kitchen and babble to Julieta nonstop until the food was fully prepared. Today was no different as she quietly exited the nursery and silently walked down the stairs, intending to surprise her madre as soon as she entered the kitchen.

However, instead of the soothing sounds of chopping and light sizzling, the voices of Abuela and her mamá were heard and none of them sounded happy.

Mirabel knew eavesdropping isn't good, in fact, she was about to turn around and give them some privacy when she heard her name in the conversation. Why are they talking about her? Is it because of her ceremony? But as people say, curiosity killed the cat, she couldn't help but listen in.

"Mija, have you perhaps talked to Mirabel about redoing the ceremony? She was originally supposed to get her gift, however, it failed." Abuela said, her voice laced with worry.

"What are you implying, mamá? That Mirabel isn't perfect without a gift? She'll do completely fine without one." Woah, she wasn't expecting her Mamá to have such a thick and aggressive tone in contrast to her usual voice, which was the exact opposite; soft and comforting. If her mama sounds upset, it must be bad.

"That's not what I meant, Julieta. I asked because the nursery is meant for Madrigals before their ceremony, not afterward. Shouldn't she have her own room instead of the nursery?" Abuela tried again, though Julieta was having none of it.

"Nothing's wrong with mi hija staying in the nursery, we can decorate it according to her desires" she said sharply as sounds of something being swiftly chopped made itself audible to her ears.

"Julieta, I know our magic is strong. It wouldn't just reject Mirabel so easily."

Julieta sighed, she seemed to want to bite back with something else, but held her tongue instead, almost as if she sensed another presence listening in on their conversation.

"Mamá..."

"We have to redo the ceremony, mija. I've asked Bruno for a vision. He still hasn't come up with something, so it's better to act now, just in case."

"No Mamá, I will not have my Mirabel do it again."

"What if it works this time?"

The healer said nothing. Yes, normally she'd let things slide when it comes to her madre, however today, she had hit a sore spot that made Julieta jump into action with zero hesitation. Mirabel wondered what could've been so sore about redoing the whole ceremony. Abuela was right, there's a chance it would work the second time! But since she'd eavesdropped, she could only wait for one of the adults to approach her with the idea to avoid being outed for listening in on someone else's conversation.

Then, it dawned on her: big girls don't sleep in nurseries after their ceremony, that's when they sleep in their new room.

But since she hadn't gotten her new room, where would she stay? Her mami and papi's room seemed the most appealing, although she couldn't bring herself to burden her parents. Besides, she's a big brave girl that can take on anything, as her mamá had said! Being brave meant keeping your burdens to yourself, and so, she did. She'd find a way around the issue eventually, for her familia.

What broke her out of her little daydream were heavy footsteps approaching the main area of the casa. She scurried away from the kitchen, ducking behind a giant vase that towers over her. She peeked around the corner just in time to see Abuela muttering a prayer of some sort while walking up the stairs, shutting the door behind her. Once she knew the coast was clear, she hurried to her mamá and greeted her with a warm smile.

"Buenos días, mamá!" she hugged her legs from behind, earning a soft chuckle from the older woman.

"Buenos días, mi amor. Did you rest well?" she watched as the five-year-old carefully climbed on the stool provided next to her.

"Sí, papi and Isa were snoring," Mirabel said with a fake pout, Julieta couldn't help the sudden urge to pinch her chubby cheeks. As expected, Mirabel grimaced and attempted to wrestle out of her mother's grasp to no avail.

"Don't let Isa catch you saying that."

"I'm not scared of a few cacti and a flower punch to the face, mami!"

At that, the healer momentarily paused before resuming her task of cutting vegetables and laughing lightly. "Ay Mira, do you think more gray hairs would do your mamá any good?"

Mirabel vigorously shook her head and gave an innocent smile as she watched Julieta continue with her work with a contemplative look on her face.

"Why don't you wake the rest of the familia up? Breakfast is almost ready."

With a quick sí mamá and a peck on the cheek, Mirabel rushed out of the room to fulfill her newfound task. She slowly trotted up the stairs and scanned her surroundings. Taking in the exchange between Abuela and her mami from earlier, it did make sense to her. If not the nursery, then where would she sleep tonight? She pondered her options: mami and papi's room is the most appealing idea, but she's a brave girl! And brave girls don't sleep in their parent's room. Isabela's room? No, it smelled of too many flower scents, it was almost nauseating and Mirabel wouldn't be able to handle it for long. Luisa's? Maybe. Based on the four times she had been in her hermana's room, she knows there's a huge pile of stuffed animals that resides in one of the corners. She could use that as a bed, although her room is known to be cold during the evening and slightly damp in the wee hours of the morning, and her mamá would fret over her if she catches something as small as a cold, so maybe not. Camilo's room? Too many mirrors, it's enough to give anybody a headache. She wonders how her primo manages to stay in his room without his head spinning. Dolores' room? Too soundproof. Besides, Dolores' room is her safe haven where no noise could be heard, so having a sleepover with her prima would be a nuisance. Tia Pepa and Tio Félix? If Mirabel has been observing them correctly, there hasn't been a day where her Tia Pepa hasn't drizzled at least once. The idea of wet clothing at some point in the night made Mirabel quickly throw the thought away. Anyways, she wouldn't want to be a witness to something possibly gross, especially when Tia and Tio seem to always be making those goo-goo eyes at each other. She grimaced and moved on to the other options. Tio Bruno's room is full of sand and stone, her little feet wouldn't be able to take walking up and down for meals and chores. Abuela's room is naturally off-limits, so scratch that.

Huh.

She frowned once she noticed the options weren't in her favor. If not inside their Casita, then...

She'd sleep outside! Where? Maybe in Señora Guzman's place. Wait no, if she went to anybody from town and asked to have a little sleepover with them, someone in the family would know about her top-secret plan and she couldn't risk her cover being blown, so she quickly erased the woman from the picture.

In the forest? Yes! She remembered the countless camping stories from her papá that the outside world of the Encanto was beautiful, full of plant and animal life, not to mention the number of butterflies and animal species that have yet to be discovered! The comfortable grass and giant banana leaves would do as bedding, she'd just have to bring a blanket and a lamp to scare off any predators. She could be resourceful with what she had!

Forest it is, then.

With her mind set on her big girl plans, she spent the rest of the day contemplating the best way to execute her plan flawlessly. From picking out the bag she'd use, to the amount of food she'd have to steal as midnight snacks (she internally apologized to her mamá for the sin she was about to commit), to how many stuffed toys she'd bring with her. It's just one night though, she'd come back in the morning with gifts for her familia!

Evening rolled around and greeted them with a cold breeze through the dimly-lit casa. Mirabel snuck out of dinner as soon as she devoured all her food and stayed in her room, the next step to her plan calls!

The whole day, she'd held her tongue, knowing if she did as much as mutter it, Dolores would hear her and tell everyone. Big brave girls don’t let their top secrets be known to others! In her mind, the plan was perfect. However, if anyone else from the Madrigal family found out – excluding Julieta, she'll probably go into a frenzy – they would shoot her worried glances and whisper to one another because, in the eyes of others, this plan is less than ideal. Worried glances and brave girls don't mix, in Mirabel's vocabulary.

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Mother's intuition, they say.

Julieta attempted to shake off the growing uncomfortable feeling in her stomach as she rinsed the dishes clean, her sleeves rolled up and several hair strands escaping her loose bun.

Something seems off about Mirabel.

The way Mirabel had acted today was incredibly suspicious; very unlike her. As she was preparing breakfast, the way her brows scrunched together in deep thought for a good 10 minutes caused her to frown slightly. Usually, her little mariposa would be talking about nothing in particular, each passing minute with no brakes. Every moment with her is never silent, especially for more than five minutes. Even the way she walked up the stairs seemed unusual. Her steps were slow and faint, very brow-raising for her normally bright and loud self, typically running up the stairs in fits of giggles – cackles even.

Once dinner had rolled around, instead of dishing up right after the prayer, she focused her attention on her youngest, who sat directly across the table with Camilo to her right, and Luisa to her left. As the rest of the family took their fair share of the meal (except Camilo, since 7 arepas had already been stacked on his plate), Mirabel's eyes locked with hers. Her eyes held fear for a split before being replaced with the brightest of smiles. Julieta returned a warm grin, taking a personal note to check in with her hija later in the evening. In all her years of living, she could tell the difference between a genuine smile and a masked smile. Hell, her eldest and middle child have been wearing it ever since their ceremonies. Mirabel's was uncharacteristically incomplete, lacking the glimmering effect in her eyes that's present each time she shows her baby teeth.

She did find it somewhat comforting to watch Mirabel gobble up all of her food, like a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten in days, ever so slightly muttering a gracias mama.

At least her appetite is favorable. It's only been a day since the failed gift ceremony, and that, without a doubt, drained Mirabel out. Maybe she's just imagining things, she'd have more time to observe other changes in the days to follow.

Healing the pain on the inside is her ideal wish, even if it sounds like such a pipe dream. If only her gift worked in her favor, allowing her to heal literally anything then she wouldn't have to worry much, wouldn't have a bunch of gray hairs at the unripe age of forty.

Actually, that's a lie, Agustín would probably force all her hair to go white before she even hits sixty, with all his accident-proneness.

She completed the dishes and wiped her hands on her apron, more than ready to head upstairs and give out smooches to her bebés. As if summoned, slender arms snaked around her waist, locking her in place as the scent of someone familiar entered her nostrils.

"Good evening, mi amor." he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, nuzzling her hair and inhaling the unmistakable smell of herbs.

"Hello, to you too, mi vida." she chuckled and cupped the side of his face.

He hummed as they remained still for a while, sulking in the comfortable silence that befell them. Taking in the state of his wife; her hair is messier than usual, forehead lines are more defined, and her eyes look distant as if her head is far, far away. Somehow, an unspoken language was heard on his end.

"You're concerned," he concluded, "What about?"

She released a shaky sigh. "It's Mirabel. Something seems... off about her since this morning, I'm confused as to what it is." Agustín hummed, he seems to have the same thought, at least she knows it isn't all in her head. "If she had caught infection, it would've been healed since breakfast and lunch, but she still seems quiet. I can't wrap my finger around it, Tíno."

"You're right about that, Juli.""Have you checked on her?"

"Not yet, I thought I should get my wrist healed before doing so." With that, Julieta whipped her head around only to be greeted with her husband's beat-up sight. His hair was ruffled, his head bruised in some areas and just like his description, his wrist was broken and swelling red, she'd been so caught up in her thinking that she hadn't even noticed the limp hand dangling around her waist! "Mirabel wouldn't want to see her papá in such a state."

"Ay, Agustín." Exasperated, she snatched a hidden supply of arepas from her apron and shoved it into his mouth, patting him on the cheek like she always does. With a gracias corazón, she spoke again. "What happened to you?"

He gave her a sheepish grin. "I slammed face-first into a wall."

"How did that break your wrist?" she sputtered at the absurdity.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

She raised her hands in the air and turned, walking to the kitchen door. Agustín internally cursed at the loss of contact from his esposo. "I'm going to check on her."

She took a step, two–

"I'm coming with y – ACK!" he tripped over – literally nothing in particular, just the air – and landed with a hard thud on the concrete floor.

She turned and sighed, hands on her hips. It's not even 10 in the evening yet he's gotten into 6 accidents tonight. Walking over to his frame, she assisted him in standing upright, not even bothering to see his injuries over. She handed him another snack before taking him by the hand, anything to ensure this silly man doesn't get himself hurt again, and shutting the kitchen lights off.

Ay.

Unexpectedly, the tiles under their feet began to shuffle as Casita ushered them out of the kitchen faster. The casa seemed determined to complete its mission, so she didn't protest. Instead, she made sure her esposo wouldn't fall flat on his face again as they glided across the floor.

"Casita?"

~~~~

In the five years Mirabel has been living in Casita, wrestling with the house isn't one of the things she ever thought of doing over a packing session. At least her prima had already turned in for the night, so she didn't have to worry about being heard as she caused a ruckus in the nursery.

"Casita, I'm about to go on a trip tonight. Help me out!" she huffed when the house bounced her back on her bed, hiding the items she'd been secretly planning to take with her.

Her bedro–the nursery is currently in such a messy state, clothes strewn everywhere rooting from her–the dresser, tiny shoes scattered and missing pairs, her blankets hanging atop some of the tall furniture to keep her from leaving.

"Casita, this is for the best! I'll return tomorrow morning and the days to come will be filled with surprises for mi familia! That way, everyone will be happy with me again.

"The house responded by moving the windowsill disapprovingly.

Mirabel bit her lip as she thought of ways to convince the casa to set her free.

Camilo!

Even before his ceremony, he's got one of the best convincing skills out of everyone in the whole Encanto! She remembered the way he'd showcase his adorable puppy eyes at Tia Pepa, scrunching his brows and pouting, resulting in him getting his way, or when he'd use his words to manipulate her mamá into giving him another serving of his favorite food.

Tia Julieta, would you want your sobrino to go hungry? I'm a growing boy with growing needs!

To which her mamá would respond with a just one, don't tell your mamá then she'd ruffle his hair and send him off as if nothing had ever happened. Maybe, just maybe, it'd work with their live casa too.

"You wouldn't want me breaking the rules, would you? The nursery is for babies, and I'm no baby! I'm a big girl who can handle herself, especially after my gift ceremony.

"Another low shuffle, but this time, of the floorboards.

"Abuela said I can't sleep here anymore. Shouldn't we follow her orders?" She tried her best to impersonate Camilo's cutesy eyes at the house, internally crossing her fingers that it'd be enough to convince the house.A beat of silence.

Before she knew it, her bags were being pushed out from the walls and set neatly at her feet with everything she had packed inside. She smiled wide and kissed the wall. "Gracias Casita!"

It actually worked.

She made a mental note to use this method whenever she wanted to play with Isabela or Luisa, or if she wanted her papá to continue with another song on the piano, if she wanted her Tia Pepa to make another rainbow or if–She shook the distracting thoughts off. Focus is what she needs! Focus!

The house, although incredibly reluctant, responded with another shift of the wooden floor as Mirabel carried on with her packing. She wouldn't need much, just the necessities for one night. Blankets, socks, a small pillow, extra clothes, and of course, her butterfly stuffed animal. All she needed now were healing snacks. Of course, finding them wouldn't be a problem. The only issue is that her mamá is known for staying in the kitchen to clean up and prepare for the next day, even late in the evening. Dodging her will be a challenge, knowing her mami would freak out if she ever got caught and found something suspicious in her mannerisms.

Her eyes gleamed when a small hatch in the wall opened, revealing a little box neatly packed with arepas and jugged milk. "Gracias!" she squealed, before shoving said box into her bag.

Now, all she had to do was ensure nobody was outside, and slip outside the front doors. Easy.

Is this considered running away? Well, maybe. But it’s different because she’s coming back! Besides, she's doing it for a good reason! Abuela had a point; Madrigal children aren't supposed to stay in the nursery after their ceremony. Sadly, getting a darn gift was the only way to make her Abuela proud, and yet it had failed, she had failed in making her familia proud. Yes, she's a little terrified of leaving at night, especially when her mamá repeated to her time and time again not to, since that's when mosquitoes are most active and she might get bitten by a bug carrying some sort of disease. But this little camping trip could be another way to make them happy after the public humiliation they had faced during her ceremony, to fulfill her promise to her mami of being a strong and brave girl! She inhaled deeply.

For la familia Madrigal.

With that, she ever so gently creaked the door open and peaked left, then right.

Clear.

No sounds were heard, except the loud echoing of crickets around the house. Shutting the door behind her, she camouflaged herself with the teal and lavender flowers Isabela had grown a while back, looking down into the courtyard for any figure to avoid. It was dark, only being lit by a handful of candles in the corner along with the welcoming moonlight. It was on moments like these when she'd thank her mami for giving birth to her early because that resulted in her small size. If not through vision, the only way to spot Mirabel is through sound, easy enough. Casita moved some tiles as if to tell her to be careful.

"I'll be okay, Casita. I'm a big girl now," she whispered as she quietly slipped down the stairs, mindful as to not make a peep despite the coast being clear. She's super close, she can't mess up now! Not after her huge mistake the previous night.

Finally, finally, she reached the front door. Her ears ringing with bells, she thought about what the next morning would bring. This is it, when she comes back the next morning, her family will be here to greet her and cheer for her bravery. Tomorrow, she'd be given a tight hug from everyone with proud faces instead of concerned and anxious ones. She can already feel the sweet taste of victory coursing through her veins, giving her a giant sense of control. She wasn't able to control herself during her ceremony, but now, with this big decision, she's able to! With her slowly widening smile, she reached for the golden doorknob and felt a rush of déjà vu, like when she touched her doorknob. The single action that could've given her a gift, if done right.

"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

~~~~

Gripping her now healed husband's hand with great determination to prevent him from tripping, they exited the kitchen as the tiles underneath suddenly came to a halt at the side of the courtyard.

It's either her eyes were playing tricks on her or she's just incredibly exhausted, either way, she's pretty certain that a ball of curly brown hair appeared in her peripheral vision to her left for a short moment.

She craned her head in the direction of where she thought the weird encounter was and froze, squeezing – maybe even breaking – his hand as she clutched him tight. Agustín thankfully didn't react and seemed to sense her instant rigidness.

"Amor?" he softly called out to her, his facial features writing concerned and matching her vibe as he turned to what she had her gaze on.

Then, he saw it.

Their five-year-old hija carrying a bag half her size and reaching for the door. On any day, this wouldn't seem irregular, mainly because their little Mirabel loved playing outside and chasing mariposas with some snacks from Julieta. The sight would never stop melting their hearts. Still, it doesn't change the fact that everyone in the family has a curfew. Nobody is allowed to leave their casa after dinner, to avoid wild animals and diseases being transmitted. But seeing Mirabel slowly turn the knob – with no lamp to scare off possible predators – snapped them out of their little awe-struck moment, Julieta was the first one to recover.

Putting her hands on her hips, she channeled her rarely-used inner strict voice and spoke. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

Mirabel jumped, turning in their direction in an instant and accidentally dropping her bag. The piece of fabric hit the tiles with a soft thud as the well-packed food escaped the folds, exposing the other items within her sack. Their eyes traveled over Mirabel, then to the scattered things on the floor, then back at her. Piecing together what could be their worst nightmare.

Mirabel? Running away?

Agustín almost choked up at the mere thought and without even looking over, he could tell Julieta was willing herself not to cry.

They understood now that she had been trying to get away, to somehow correct the non-existent mistakes she made during her ceremony, the regret creeping in like snakes slowly slithering behind their prey. It further confirmed their suspicions when a box with Julieta's specially baked food slipped out, revealing the additional goods stuffed inside the sack Mirabel was carrying. The items that she’d bring to her dangerous voyage outside and at night.

As they stood frozen in silence, Julieta was the first to break it, transitioning from a strict mami to a comforting mami. She ran over to Mirabel and enveloped her in a tight embrace as Agustín joined them in a millisecond. "Ay, mi vida, you don't have to leave just because you're different."

That seemed to hit a sensitive spot, as Mirabel collapsed into their warm arms, her sobs muffled by Julieta's thick apron. "I'm s-sorry m-mamá, papá. I thought I w-was making you p-proud." she heaved and shook, clutching onto both of their clothes.

"Mira, we're already proud of you. You have nothing to prove." Julieta held her in a death grip, hoping she wouldn’t accidentally crush her mariposa.

"But Abuela said that I shouldn't sleep in the nursery anymore because I'm a big girl and I already had my ceremony and that I should sleep somewhere else and you said I was brave so I thought I could sleep outside to be your big brave girl!" she practically rapped and sobbed, dropping the forgotten bag on the floor.

Ah, so she had heard.

"Mi amor, listen to me." Julieta pulled back and stared straight into Mirabel's puffy red eyes as Agustín remained unmoving, still clutching her despite the shift in motion. "Being brave – which you already are –" she emphasized her point by lightly tapping her nose, earning the smallest of smiles. "doesn't mean running away and endangering yourself. We don't do those two things, okay?" a nod. "Not everything your Abuela says is right, she's human too, she has moments where she's wrong. Venturing into the wilderness to search for your own room isn't a good idea, corazón. Since you didn't receive your own room, the nursery is all yours. Do you understand?"

Mirabel looked up at her from under her eyelashes as her lower lip wobbled again, water gathering at her eyes once more. "Lo s-siento." she dove back into both her parent's loving embrace and let all the emotions pour out, all the stress, all the pent-up emotions in just one day.

She's got a long road ahead.

"Está bien, mi bebé. Don't cry."

~~~~

As they tucked in for the night, Julieta glanced over to her right, where Mirabel had been asleep on the nursery bed for a good duration, snoring ever so slightly. Ay, the snoring from all her babies is definitely something they took after her esposo, without a doubt. But she wouldn’t change that for the world; she adores all of them equally. She thought about today's events and smiled once her hijas question echoed in her head again.

Can you sleep with me again, mamá y papá?

To which they agreed without a second thought. Another sleepover with one of their hijas? They wouldn't miss it for anything.

"What's your mamá going to think once she finds out you gave Miraboo full ownership of the nursery?"

"What is she going to do? Kick Mirabel out? She isn't that heartless, mi vida."

He let out a laugh. "You did it, Juli. You didn't even need my help when talking to our mariposa back there." Agustín held her hand from under the sheets, meeting her eyes with a soft smile before gently meeting her lips.

She smirked. "It was mother's intuition."

"Hey! What about father's intuition? I was the one that forced you to leave the kitchen just in time to catch Mirabel."

"Did you trip on purpose just to guide me out of the kitchen?" she looked appalled, her brows raised.

He gave a light-hearted chuckle. "Well, yes. It's what I've been doing since we got married. Besides, Casita indirectly helped me out too!"

"You're banned from setting foot in my kitchen, including my bedroom.”

Which is ironic. Julieta's room is basically a personal kitchen with extra comfortable furniture.

One, two, three-

"Amor, your room doesn't count!"

Ay Agustín.

...

Thanks for readingg

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[luffyvace]

AAAAAAA I WANNA GIVE YOU A BIG PLATONIC SMOOCH I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH

ok ok recently I have been infected with eustass kid and was hoping you could write for him with a male reader nothing specific I feel like he would be so angry if his testosterone filled crew made fun of him for it. Love your work ❤️

AWWW THATS SO SWEET OF YOU DEAR! 💗

PLATONIC KISSES 😚😚

thank you so much!! I’d love to write for you but I simply don’t know much about kid!! I’m on the marineford arc- 😭😭 I usually turn down characters I don’t know much about him but you seem like such a sweetie! After having done some research..Here ya go!~

As stated I’ve chosen to research as much as possible in fandom and other’s headcanons! This may not be the most accurate but I sincerely hope your satisfied with my attempt dearest!~

I feel Kid would think of food as a sort of affection

so technically gift giving??

but it’s like his love language is food

his favorite is cabbage rolls right?? Welllll he loves to eat them together!

not…together together

he buys it for y’all separately

I doubt he’d want to share his favorite food 😭

if you beg for his in a case where he didn’t get you some...

“what?! No! This is my food get your own!….ugggghh FINE! You get a half! This was supposed to be for me”

(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

I also feel he’d be better off witth someone who’s either all for his rambunctiousness or (somehow) able to calm him down (like killer)

if your just as reckless as him great! Your adventures are now considered dates :)

not necessarily, but he’s fond of them as if they are

he’s always recalling on past times you’ve fought together

you know how people say someone you’ve fought a war with knows you better than a friend?

yeah, I feel like that’s why he has such high respects for his crew

And of course because they’re his crew

so yeah he feels closer to you every time you fight together

if you want you can listen to the song ‘one thing’ by amerie- the lyrics remind me of him idk why (keep in mind I don’t know this guy well :3)

kid would allow you to ride on his shoulders

you could just kinda hop up there casually and he won’t say anything

privileges

but I feel like if he’s in a foul mood or busy he’d grab you buy the waist and sit you down somewhere LOL

another way to spend time with him would be to do your make up at the same time (if you wear it)

(love that it’s casual for men to wear make up in one piece)

he seems like he would be anal about his so you’d be doing your own and he does his, but it’s still fun to do it together

he’s kinda like that with most things

which now that I realize it that could count as quality time

so the conclusion I’ve come to?

his love languages are gift giving or quality time

but thinking about it now I feel he may also do acts of service

now this isn’t as intentional

he just takes pride in likes to help you with things he knows he could do better

aw man you broke your ___? Well I’m sure he could fix it! 😼💪

If you initiate physical touch his reaction will range based on where you are/who’s around and how much it is

if there’s barely anyone/no one around and you give him a peck on the cheek? Fine. He’ll just half smile at you

if it’s a public area and your trying to kiss him on the lips? “Cut it out! Don’t get distracted we’re here to (xyz)!”

he can’t display the weakness of not being masculine

besides he hates cute n’ cuddly crap 😒

he’d be so proud if his boyfriend physically strong

It even boosts HIS ego

especially since your his ♥︎

he takes care of you in subtle ways

such as making sure your eating, not over working and getting enough sleep

”hey! I haven’t seen you eat all day! Get in the kitchen and tell killer to make ya’ somethin’!”

”how long have you been at that!? Get up and come over here!”

”what on earth are ya’ still doing awake?! Go to sleep! Captains orders..”

killer occasionally asks how your relationship is going

kid’ll tell em a few things but he tries not to get sentimental

trust that’s a lot more than what he tells other people..”

”screw off! mind your own business..”

this is really random but he seems like the type of guy who’s always grumbling

idk I just had to say it..

would enjoy headrubs (IN PRIVATE)

and it has to be casual, don’t baby him about it :P

”your hairs’ really fluffy/soft” *casual headrubs*

like that

you have to compliment stroke his ego so he won’t get angry then pat him

to be more specific about reader being a male :

Even if you don’t hc kid to be straight (idk what i hc him to be idk em enough)

his ego is HURT when he realizes he’s in love with you

love?! What is such weakness?! such DISEASE?!

the fact that he’s in the lgbtq bc of one guy kinda makes him angry

cuz like now (some) people are gonna categorize or even ridicule him for even liking you

even though he’s angry about it, it’s not for the same reason

he’s upset because he fell weak to love in general

homophobes may be upset because he likes a man

what does it matter?! He sure never cared..

you can tell the first thing this guy sees is NOT gender

it’s—threat? Or no threat?

so ya- essentially what I’m saying is he doesn’t care for gender- except when it comes to homophobes

then he’s angry 🙂☝️

and as for his crew making fun of him?!

oh he’s absolutely livid. 😄💥

”SHADDUP’ YA STINKIN’ MAGGOTS! I AM NOT WEAK!!”

Actually- they didn’t call him weak. That’s just what he hears 😂

btw that is not what he said I censored it bc I headcanon him to have a potty mouth (and I don’t)

his skin and hair is the same color from how angry this dude is

HE’S LITERALLY LIKE ‘😡’

HAHAHAH

He always storms off whenever they bring up his ‘sOft SpOt” for you 😋

he’s not even soft really he just goes out of his way to do stuff for/with you

its not they’re business anyway?!

right killer?!

while I was researching I saw that the flower he resembles is a tulip! That’s my favorite flower!! 🌷♥︎♡

Enjoy! I did my best 😅

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[your-local-hoemie]

OOO okayokay can i request childe and thoma with s/o thats very clingy? S/o will hug and link their arms whenever they meet and s/o also likes to give them small kisses on the cheek :D

-🐢anon

Aaaaaaa that’s adorable!! I’m sorry if it’s not super great but I got so excited getting my first request!! And how can I pass up my two favourite gingers (yes thoma is ginger. Yes I will fight to the death on that debate) 😌

Warnings: Fluff, more fluff, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint hard enough (Childe’s), not proof-read, gn!reader, established relationship, pet names.

Characters: Childe, thoma.

CHILDE~

He finds you absolutely adorable!

plus you’re really boosting his ego I hope you know that.

it’s his favourite part of the day!

when you wrap your arms around his arm don’t be fooled by his flirtatious front

not much can catch him off guard but man’s heart is flipping and do a jig that even venti would be impressed by~

yes that is a blush you’re seeing and not just the “heat”

he constantly has to deal with the pressure of being a harbinger and the pressure of wanting to become stronger

so when he feels your warmth as you snuggle into him or hug onto whatever limb grabs your liking first he really can’t help but feel at peace

he doesn’t think he deserves the affection you’re so willing give to him

after all his hands are stained with the blood of so many victims

he’s crushed men in his palms without breaking a sweat

yet here you are, laying your head on his chest listening to the heart he once thought was incapable of feeling at peace, tracing his fingers while telling him about your day

he’ll never understand what you see in him no matter how much false confidence he puts on show but he does feel proud to know he’s the one you can let your guard down around~

It had been a long day for the harbinger. He had spent almost every hour doing some kind of training with the new recruits or simply training his own skills with bosses that could never quite satisfy his masochist tendencies. It was right as he finished up for the day that he was greeted by a familiar voice.

“Childe!”

You eagerly ran over to him not caring about the startled onlookers from your shout. Reaching his side you locked arms looking up with a giant grin

“How was your day? I missed you!”

Nuzzling your face into his arm you didn’t notice the flustered ginger looking at you with his dull blue eyes being the closest to sparkling that they ever had.

“Haha oh just the usual, nothing too exciting. Though I did miss you too, cutie”

he let out a soft chuckle rubbing the back of his neck as a slight dusting of pink grew on his cheeks.

“Oh shush, we both know you’ve done things even the most experienced adventure would find unbelievable! Come on. I accidentally made way too much food back home, you can tell me all about it over dinner!”

Glancing back up at him you slide your arm down his and held onto his hand locking fingers with him as he let out a chuckle laced with pride, puffing his chest out.

“What can I say, it really is just a normal day for me, comrade. It’s tough being as amazing as me you know”

Letting out a soft giggle you nudge his side causing him to let out a laugh, hunching over slightly before his mind goes blank as you place a soft smooch on his cheek.

Literally just all of his thought process has been cut off.

“What was that for??”

“I just thought you looked cute and your cheek looked lonely”

With a grin he clears his throat regaining his composure before leaning into you returning your kiss as he feels all of his stresses melt away at your adorableness.

Thoma~

Please give this boy all the affection he deserves

He loves you so much and it’s so comforting to him that you’re happy to show him your feelings in return!

He will get very flustered if you do it in public though

He’s not against it at all! He just gets so blushy and his words will stop wording

We all know Thoma is the perfect house wife

He thoroughly enjoys helping people out

But even he gets run down

It’s times like these when feeling you hug him with so much love and adoration that really makes his heart melt

He also doesn’t think he deserves you or the love you shower over him so eagerly but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world

He adores you and thinks you’re the sweetest angel he’s ever met and will do everything he can to protect your smile~

It had been another busy day for the Cheif Retainer of the Kamisato clan.

He had a particularly frustrating incident after he accidentally disturbed a family of birds nested in a bush he was trimming causing them to form their own version of the archon war on the poor boy.

Opening the door to your shared house he let out a tired sigh closing it behind him only to be welcomed by the inviting smell of food coming from the kitchen.

“Baby, I’m home. What are you up to?”

Walking into the kitchen he was greeted by the image of you excitedly hurrying over to him giving him a tight hug before squishing his face giving him a kiss on his nose, giggling at his warming cheeks and disheveled look.

“It looks like my favourite boy in all of Inazuma could use some rest, come sit down, I made us dinner!”

“You really don’t have to, you know I don’t mind cooking, really!”

“You already do so much sweetheart, let me do the work this time and show you the appreciation you deserve!”

Letting out a flustered chuckle he couldn’t help but take note of how adorable your determination was as you locked arms with him leading to the table placing a soft kiss on his cheek then his forehead, not being able to deny you of some much welcomed softness.

During dinner he told you all about his day while you held his hand softly rubbing his knuckles in sympathy at the woeful tale of his bird misfortune, giving small kisses in his cheeks whenever his tired mind threatened to fall asleep right there on the table.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetness”

Thoma smiled peacefully as he relaxes under the warmth of you holding him close under the blankets playing with his hair and leaving the occasional kiss on his head, basking in the sweetness you bring to his constantly hectic life~

This was so fun to write! I apologise if it’s not super great being my first attempt but thank you for the request!!! I absolutely powered through this at 5am and I have zero regrets~

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[misojunnie]

hi! another &team writer >< tysm for writing for the teammies. i rlly love LOVEEE ur k, nicho, ej as ur bf aaaaaaa you got their personality so accurately TT

can i request how k would react if he’s jealous? and vice versa if his gf is jealous? thank u again sm! take care and i hope u have a great day/night <3

☆ k as your jealous bf! (and vice versa)

#warnings: fem reader, some perviness, jealousy, basically everything in the rq

★。＼｜／。★

K liked to believe he wasn’t a jealous man, but he was wrong. He only realized how wrong he was in situations like this; some nameless fucko smiling at you brightly, chatting you up as you slid his drink over the counter.

You smiled in return, and from the way you were chatting, it was clear you knew him. It made K’s blood boil the way his gaze flickered down to your low neckline. Maybe it was karmic retribution for not asking before dropping by your workplace, but he was ready to kill this guy nonetheless.

But this is K we’re talking about. He might be a jealous, lovesick idiot, but he has game.

K slides up to the counter, dropping a little gift bag on the counter as he takes a seat at the bar. When you notice his presence, you squeal with delight. K relishes at how obviously put-out the intruder is.

“K!” you say happily, reaching over the counter to pull him into an embrace.

“Hey, baby.” he says, enunciating the last word as if to prove a point. For a moment, it’s as if the other man isn’t even there, and that’s how he likes it. “Sorry, am I interrupting your conversation, hm?” he feigns politeness, rubbing your back with one of his large hands.

“Oh, no,” you say quickly, gesturing towards your company. “This is Fuma, one of my friends from uni.” He waves in a way that conveys disinterest.

“You her boyfriend?” he asks, and K turns to you with a smirk.”

“Am I?” he practically purrs, and you flush in the face, in disbelief that he’s making you answer instead.

“Yes, of course.” you say, face hot when he presses a kiss on your lips that lasts for just a second too long to remain classy.

“I think I’m gonna head out.” Fuma says, downing the rest of his drink and pointing to the door. “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” K says smugly, the man scowling as he exits. You turn to K in confusion after Fuma is out of sight, cocking your head.

“What’s up with you today?” you say obliviously. He leans over the counter easily to peck your cheek, sitting down and crossing his arms.

“Don’t hang out with losers like that, baby. It makes me jealous.” Your cheeks go aflame.

“You’re so shameless.”

★。＼｜／。★

and vice versa ;)

Seeing another girl post your boyfriend was just about the worst thing someone could experience.

This bitch “Karina”…you didn’t know her but she was immediately at the top of your shit list. You didn’t even know that K had female friends, much less ones he had never told you about.

“Koga?” you said in the vague direction of your boyfriend sitting on the couch. His head snapped up immediately at the use of his government name. This could only mean trouble.

“Yeah baby?” he asked hesitantly, pursing his lips when you turned your phone towards him, showing your screen covered in photos of him and a birthday wish from a girl who wasn’t you.

“Who’s Karina?” you ask, a pout evident on your lower lip, jutted out petulantly. He chuckled at your clear displeasure, which only pissed you off more. “Don’t laugh, Koga. I’m asking you a question.”

“Just a classmate, honey.” he got up from the couch, striding over to you in just a few steps. “Why? You jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” you said stubbornly. “I’m just curious as to why she’s wishing you a happy birthday. Nothing to be happy about.” He held back a laugh.

“You know internet culture. There’s always some random wishing you a happy birthday.”

“There are photos of you.”

“Those are from the high school reunion. Pure coincidence that we were both there. I don’t even know her that well.” You grumbled, but still put your phone down, satisfied with your boyfriend’s response. He came around from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I told you, I’m not jealous.”

“Sure. And I’m not madly in love with you.”

★。＼｜／。★

a/n: WHEW sorry this rq took so long!!! I’ve been super focused on my sunghoon project, I’ve been neglecting my requests 🥲 this was rlly fun to write tho!!

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[cactusringed]

i WILL sleep soon but im having too many thoughts

the fact that etho decided that he was just going to be Very Nice To Bdubs.

bdubs? he must have been euphoric. he was finally given a spot in ethos heart in the way etho always has one in his. this was some sign that said hey, i matter to him too!

which only made it worse for him when etho did things for grian and cleo he would never do for him.

bdubs wondering if it meant anything at all to etho, or if it was some big joke. if he and his stupid big heart was some joke to etho. if etho understood that all itd take to get bdubs on his side was the slightest attention that way, dropping the act once he was satisfied with bdubs devotion.

to bdubs, it sure would be looking like he didn't ever matter to etho, only what he could do to keep etho alive did. nothing about his wellbeing or even happiness mattered to etho

bdubs told him he would not kill him, no matter what. even when etho told him he wouldn't blame him if we did. and etho couldn't even bother lying about failing a task for bdubs' sake

its not even that bdubs would care if etho attacked him for a task. if there was anything he could do for etho he'd do it in a heart beat, including losing a few hearts. but the fact that etho didn't even care enough to go 'yeah sure id fail a task for you' after bdubs proclaimed his loyalty

then, seeing how etho treats grian and cleo...

anger

i need bdubs to be furious

i need him to be angry on his own behalf. to recognise his self worth and realise he deserves better.

he would give everything to etho. what more does etho want from him? what more could he give to make etho care about him? how DARE etho build him a place in his home, pull bdubs in close, only to treat him like shit?

i need bdubs to be furious

and im going to be completely honest, i need to see him snap and kill etho. hes a man being pushed to the brink, and etho needs to learn that bdubs isnt some sidekick thats going to follow him around. that bdubs would give him the world if etho had bothered to give him even a shred of loyalty and care. and that etho FUCKED IT UP

IM SORRY WHEN YOU GOT ME INTO ETHDUBS I DIDNT EXPECT SUCH AN ANGSTY FUCKING RELATIONSHIP I

AAAAAAA

ok im falling asleep while writing this if i got anything wrong thats why. bed time. nighnigh

Brother when I tell you that the be nice to bdubs day episode makes me sick after what etho did. Oh my god. Oh my god.

The thing is about etho is that, he doesn't lie to bdubs. I don't think he does, anyway. All that kindness he offered bdubs - well, it was obviously a bit to embarrass him, but it was also all true. He doesn't like to lie to bdubs. He's haunted by the time he promised something (a life) and didn't deliver, to the point where when he did it again (promised to help bdubs with anything he needed, then laughed at his face when bdubs sought out his help) he felt SICK

Etho doesn't like to make promises, because he hates not to deliver on them. Bdubs loves to make promises he wholeheartedly intends to deliver on, or that he hopes the receiving party will know he'll try his heart off to deliver on. Bdubs values, so much, the very act of trying, the intent behind it. Etho values results. It's a dissonance neither can really see. So it leads to miscommunication and misunderstandings

Bdubs has promised so much to etho, so many times - etho must believe the words empty, no matter how earnest bdubs is. Meanwhile, because Etho is so careful about managing expectations, he comes off as... Aloof. As not returning even half of bdubs' earnest feelings. It's such a difference in their expression of love.

Etho felt bad, and thus he pushed himself to express love in a way bdubs would understand - through words of adoration. But then he immediately returned to his old ways. Immediately withdrew, as if scared. Because he is scared. In truth, he's terrified of the feelings he holds for bdubs, and how much it can hurt the both of them. But instead of seeing that, Bdubs can only see it as Etho playing a sick game with him. Bdubs, so starved for Etho's attention and love and devotion.

I doubt he would've promised cleo or grian he would protect them against the boogeys. He's told cleo before, that he's not a protector. He doesn't want to give the impression he is because he hates the idea of betraying that impression. But in the moment, he did become a protector. But it's that seed of doubt that it plants that hurts so much.

Because now, Bdubs will always see etho and remember that he refused to vow his protection to bdubs, whilst turning around and protecting his allies. He'll always see etho and remember that heartbreak.

He feels like he's been throwing so, so much love to a complete brick wall. Somethings gotta snap.

I want bdubs to either kill etho or try to hurt him - to genuinely go after him. But also if he does - if either of them do - I'll have a category 10 ethubs meltdown I s2g

This can only end in tragedy I swear I swear I swear I feel so SICK it's late and my head hurts so this probably makes no sense but. My god

#T anon

[merakiui]

damn-- you weren't kidding when you said you're gonna make Azul suffer for being difficult in his masquerade banner (⊙_⊙;) I had to run my head through cold water after reading this one, and i still couldn't properly form the words to express how i'm really feeling sadhgjkfjkl-- maybe after my next reread I will!

Anyway! All I can say for now is i am OBSESSED and clingy and co-dependent Azul has moved up on my list of my favorite kind of Azul <3 And gosh, Mera! You have been COOKIN PLENTY haven't you??? with Eden and His Blueberry Eyes, you're treating us 💞💞

AAAAAAA I FEEL SO CRUEL...... T_T but I'm also immensely satisfied because I never thought I would finish this fic! HBE was actually a story I started writing in June with the intention of describing the depth of Azul's eyes while also writing about a scenario in which he may accidentally/intentionally kill his darling. It's such a sad premise because Reader and Azul had such a cute dynamic in the beginning. They were living such a sweet, comfortable life, but it was doomed from the start because Azul has always been obsessive like that. ;;;; I didn't think I would ever return to it, but vengeance truly did light such a strong flame in me. >_<

I hope it was a very sad read. I kept listening to this song while writing it because it suits the story so well! AAAA I'm so happy you can like this version of Azul! He's so scary and so unhinged. He will find his happy end in prison. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

But omg yes I have been cooking a lot lately!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ this is what happens when I finish two uni projects LOL. I have to reward myself with writing fanfic hehe. <3 I'm glad you enjoyed both Eden and HBE!!!!!! Now the next big meal I will continue cooking..... TMDG hehehe!!! >:)

#sweet messages #heyyy11 #the worst part of this is that the twins probably knew he was going down a dangerous path #but they don't say anything because they know azul is fully capable of recognizing these things if he puts in the effort to do so #:( they shouldn't have depended on him too much... </3 he's much too delusional and blinded by obsession #AAAAAA IN ANY CASE THANK YOU FOR READING HBE!!!! :D

[sutheworld]

i read! ✅

hello su!! i hope you're having a nice day so far, I've read a lot of your posts and they are very helpful (you seem to be very educated in loa matter btw), but i do have a question! i know you've kinda answered something like this before (it's your "how long to persist" ask) my question is, if you aren't seeing results in 3d, for a good while, does that mean you're doing something wrong? i know you're thinking of bashing your head through a wall rn cause you've said multiple times that you already have it in 4d and the 3d doesn't matter, but lets just say that someone literally did everything right, like i genuinely did do everything right, i affirmed, i persisted, i flipped thoughts, i didn't let the 3d get to me, i did it all i swearrrr, but it's so frustrating when you do all this work and get nothing, not even the slight of movement :(

i remember when i started, it was after i read this post of yours, i decided to say my affirmation that indicated that i have everything, because you said that if you say it once it is yours in the 4d, and to keep believing its yours will push it out into the 3d, and i swear i did all that stuff, but like 9 days after, i started losing faith because you said that if you say you have it then there will be proof in 3d that you do, but there was no proof, so i genuinely believed i did something wrong, and i decided that i "failed", if there is any way you can help or aid me just a bit, because i felt soooo close but so far at the same time

(this was the first time that i persisted for more than 5 days 😭)

Hiii cutie pieee aaaaaaa <33

Well i think that you’re looking for your desire outside of you and that’s the problem. You see, manifesting isn’t really about expecting something to happen in your 3D. You dont affirm to get your desire in 3D. You affirm to change your mindset and to understand and remind yourself that no matter what the 3D shows you it’s already yours. It’s not important if you can’t see it outside of you! In your manifestation process its all about changing your mindset and completely understanding that your desire is yours. See, once you feel a satisfying feeling after doing a method for sometime and you just feel very secure, even though there’s no proof of your desire existing right now in the 3D, then you’re in the “sabbath”. That’s how neville calls it. It’s when you feel like you don’t have to affirm anymore because you completely know that it’s yours there’s no need for affirming, you’ve changed your mindset. And then your desire can’t stress you anymore, hundreds of people can tell you that you don’t have it in 3D but you will not care. Actually you won’t even care if it really materialises in 3D, because you’ve already felt it being real and have kinda experienced having it in your mind. If it shows up in 3D, well then that’s good but if not then it’s okay too since you’ve already felt it being real many times trough your affirmations and methods. And to get to the sabbath you kinda just have to like manifest in a fun way 😭 like just how you want to manifest and how it makes you feel good. You do methods to remind yourself that it’s yours already. There are so many methods, do the ones that are fun to you and are helpful to you. Then just keep on reminding yourself and feeling happy? And that’s it i think. If you ever struggle while manifesting, then maybe read some loa reminders to understand that you already have your desire again.

Also persisting is when you don’t search for reassurance in your 3D because you know it’s yours. You just remind yourself that it’s yours and focus on your 4D instead of your 3D. 4D > 3D.

#law of assumption

[notjustjavierpena]

Do you want to share what is coming up on your blog? pwetty pwease👀❤️😍

Hi anon! I would love to, but I want to preface this by saying that I have a lot of works in progress, and some may never see the light of day and some may only be finished in several months from now.

Currently my works in progress include:

The next chapter for my mean!joel series called Hate!

Six husband!javi pieces!!!!! Their titles are Scream, Meet, House, Announcement, Yes and Rings

The next chapter of The Making of Ellie where Ellie is born ❤️❤️ lots of introspection from Joel being a girl dad and in love

Two pieces of Dark Sugar Daddy Joel, and one of them may be the darkest shit I’ve ever written.

The next two extremely angsty chapters of my dbf!joel series

A follow-up to Birthday Girl where you nearly get fingered in a corner store at night whilst having the craziest hangover in history

My very first Dieter Bravo piece!!!! Aaaaaaa!!! Based on a text post from a mutual. Sex, drugs and award shows.

Hope this satisfies. I have so many requests that will be satisfied with these fics 💖 am excited to share them all with you!

[hsr-texts]

I didn't think I'd make a HSR OC but after seeing everyone elses idea, my made came up with one on the spot. Please bare with me cuz this is sorta a draft concept as I only thought of it today and she'll DEFO be getting fixed

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Imagine a girl forced to dance due to angering something or even someone. (Aeon of Destruction?) Everyday she would have to continue dancing to the tune of her music box, the only thing keeping her sane in fact. She would hum it. Her life span even relies on the music box, her having to constantly figure out how keep the music box to continue playing, so she herself could stay alive.

Imagine her faint surprise when an aeon (Yaoshi - Aeon of Abundance) took pity on her, and although unable to take away her curse. They decide to help make it more bearable per say. Allowing her to move out of the music box. All she needed to do was not only keep the music box playing, but also listen to the music that flows out constantly.

Once she got blessed with this, she was quick to move out and ask a mechanic (Serval) to ensure she would not need to always wind it up. Of course that's impossible but Serval managed to make it so that she would not need to wind it up a lot. Perhaps once a month/a few weeks. Being grateful for the aeon who helped her make her curse more bearable, she now follows their path.

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Name: Aniya Smirnov

Pronouns: She/It

Path: Abundance

Element: Ice

Rarity: 4*

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Basic Attack: Gentle Dance - Hits enemies and has a 25% chance of affecting them with burn that will last for 3 rounds. Her damage dealt will be about 20-50% of their max attack

Technique: Using her technique will add 2 'Notes of the Past'

Notes of the Past Info (It's like, Blades whole 5/5 then follow up, idk the exact name of that kind of thing but I hope it makes sense. Tingyun, Asta and Jing Yuan have sm similar too if it helps understand?): Increase everyone's HP and resistance to dmg. Her max is 5, once it is maxed. The notes will be used to burn the enemies for an added 3 turns. For the 3 turns that was added (The burn effect that wasn't added from this will not be counted) the dmg taken from enemys will be used to heal allies. Healing the ally that attacked (Hopefully this makes sense) Once this is used, the increased HP and resistance to dmg will be reset until you build it up again. To increase it, all you need to do is attack enemies with either skill or basic with Aniya. It will increase only by 1 each time.

Skill: [No Name Yet] - Heals your chosen character and advances their turn by 50% The amount they heal is based off their attack again. (Haven't decided how much yet)

Ultimate: A Breezy Tune - Dealing dmg to about 3 of the enemies on the field, it'll decrease the dmg the enemies will inflict on allies by half. Heals the allys by 150-350% and will also heal ally's be an additional 10% after every turn for 3 turns.

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I'll probably work on her attacks the most cuz idk if I'm satisfied with them...anyways I hope this is alright ^^ Also can I be known as 🫧 or 🍂 anon? I hope you're doing well :))

omg i love this!! the music box theme is SO AAAAAAA

#♡ sugo speaks .ᐟ [ ✦ ] #oc talk #🫧 anon

[afreakingdork]

DOEK IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AAAAAAA EEEEEEK CRUSH TOO MUCH WAS SO SWEET IM GONNA SCREAM EEEEEK

okay okay okay

So I’ve been loving it the whole time.

The parts with Leo in the beginning I was always like “aye brother don’t try nun I hope you don’t like me or nun” aND THE MUSUEM PART THAT DONNIE SAW? I WAS LIKE NOOO DONNIE DONT TURN AWAY YES YES KEEP WATCHING ITS A MISUNDERSTANDING BUT HE DIPPED LAST SECOND AND I WAS LIKE AAAAAAAAAA

AND WHEN HE SCRAPPED WITH LEO LATER I WAS LIKE SHIIIIIIT AAAAN I was tbh terrified like oh no they’re fighting cause I’m a sensitive lil scaredy-lass and if I saw them fighting I woulda dipped and been tERRFIIED of homeboy cause I’m just that much of a finicky lil thing

and oh my gosh oh my goooosh the plant helping scene? So adorable, and the date?? THE PLUSHIES? THE MAGNETIC PLUSHIES SO TOTALLY GOT ME KICKING MY FEET IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR MATCHING ITEMS EEEEEEK

The rock trip, I was so like “that’s gotta be amethyst, it’s always amethyst!” AND IT WAS EEEEE AND THE WAY THAT TRIP ENDED? Screaming actually screaming.

The ice skating was a confidence booster because canonically I’m horrible at skating and balance so to imagine myself beating DONNIE? Actually screaming !!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AND THE WALK IN THE PARK? I WAS ROLLING LIKE NOOOO DONT BREAK IT OFF EEEE AND HOW HE WAS SO GIDDY???

AND THE FLOWER DAYE!!! At first I was like “eh, it could’ve ended at the walk in the park and still been a satisfying end” BUT THEN I KEPT READING AND I JHHHSJSJJDJDD THE LITTLE FIGHT I WAS LIKE oh shit crab man, I woulda screamed, BUT THEY HAD SUCH A NORMAL CONVERSATION? anD THE ENDING OUTSIDE OF TONY PIZZA IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND KICKING MY FEET EEEEEEEE I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

But okay I’m gonna start weak spot now and EEEEE alright alright I’m so excited I love your writing smsmsmsmsmmsms

Ahhh, I'm so glad you liked it! Reading this is like reliving the high of when it was coming out and everyone was in a tizzy. What a time! Thanks for hitting me with the old memories and making new ones!

Onward!!

#ask

[charlieisacastle]

The "you jealous?" scene! Literally one of my favorite scenes. Also the one where Harry appears and Charlie does his little f you speech and everyone cheers. I don't wanna see Ben

oh my god yes! yes! yes! i cant Wait for the you jealous moment aaaaaaa

and we know its in there bc we saw charlie with the hickey!

yea the harry moment is gonna be fun. i hope its in there bc it was so satisfying to read tbh

yea fuck ben. ben can go fuck himself

thanks for ur ask <3

#im sky nice to meet u :D #charlie.cc #heartstopper #heartstopper s2 #orlandoooooooo

[pherre]

Regina spektor anon again (hi!!!) Getting through mash at an unbelievable pace cus ive been putting it on while i ink a 20-something page comic. Im at the end of s7. Margaret being part of hawkeye and bjs little crew is amazing. Her lightening up a bit and also getting more, like, consciously written as sad and hardened by her experiences is soo good. Also i think by s7 theyve finally (correctly) landed on the idea that she does not need to be paired off with hawk or charles or any main cast male in order to justify her presence. Thank god for that cus her Platonic Chemistry with ppl, esp hawkeye, is off the charts. Shes my favorite character i think (her and hawkeye anyhow)- shes just so compelling. Shes also getting a little more masculine sometimes. You see her in fatigues and shit like that which yknow👀. Sapphic hotlips agenda (i know what was up when that old childhood friend came to visit). Btw I love Charles. Hes awful and elitist and a chauvinist but hes definitely a far better foil than frank cus he's capable of holding his own against bj and hawk and he's not a warguy rlly. (I say this with great affection for larry linville and for frank as a character, cus he was great too!! Its just that i like charles more) and watching charles warm up very slowly is great. I tend to not be on charles's side but its very satisfying to watch hawkeye get put in his place sometimes and it also makes it a lot more satisfying to see ppl get one over on charles because its actually a challenge. Speaking of which, i loved in love and war and inga Very Much. What stellar episodes. I demand More slamming hawk into the ground about his misconceptions and fuckups (affectionate) especially regarding women. Also the show made me cry again- when hawkeye tells radar off and makes him cry, margaret's little dog monologue, and especially especially when mulcahy punches that wounded man during the xmas ep??? :,>( the shame he felt was so relatable and touching. again thanks for introducing me to this series, its such a joyful experience to get to know this piece of art and experience it. Ooh oh also, i wanted to weigh in on the Where To Start Debate. While im not a purist and i think any way a person comes to a piece of art is valid, imo the best way to do MASH is to start from the start. The sexism and racism was genuinely very disheartening, and the cornier, sitcom-ier writing does make it feel a little less essential than subsequent episodes and seasons but honestly if you're in for the longhaul it ultimately deepens the experience cus so much of subsequent MASH is invested in interrogating its past, generally thru giving margaret more of a voice and by complicating Hawkeye's role as the guy we the audience are meant to agree with and identify with. The satisfaction that comes with deepening Margarets characterization and taking her problems more seriously is partially predicated on, for example, the early shows casually dismissive attitude regarding instances wherein she was sexually assaulted or harrassed or demeaned. I hope they continue doing that. I know that that isnt an experience everyone wants, but it feels rlly cool to watch the show learn empathy and grow from its crueler, fratbro-ish perspective to something more holistically empathetic. Sorry thats soooo many words dont feel obligated to respond if its too much. I just have thoughts. Thanks.

aaaaaaa hi anon!!!!!! i love reading your thoughts dw <3

margaret's character arc is definitely one of the best things in mash. everyone say thank you to loretta swit for fighting for her character

and yes wlw margaret is so real!!! some ppl hc her as a lesbian, i personally prefer to think of her as bisexual bc her relationships with men on the show are too important to her character to consider them comphet. 2 me. all headcanons are beautiful though love is love

i'm so happy you like charles! he's definitely a more fitting antagonist for the kind of show mash became by season 6. the way his character is explored does add a lot more depth to the show (and at some point i feel you'll find yourself rooting for charles too lol. maybe! maybe not) and dont worry there will be more slamming hawkeye into the ground. maybe too much even

and i think you're right about starting mash from the pilot! part of my enjoyment of mash is about seeing how it changes, evolves and confronts its own shortcomings. for some people that might not be the case though, so i generally think if someone's not vibing with season 1's pacing or jokes but still wants to check out the show, s2 is a solid place to start. it has a soft pilot AND it's one of the best seasons of television ever like literally win win

youre always welcome in my inbox!!! i'm v jealous of you experiencing mash for the first time tbh so i'm living vicariously through you lol

#im not against starting with season 4 i just cant imagine missing out on henry and trapper lmao #but if you're here more for the drama/character moments than the comedy than its a perfectly reasonable way to start #the right way to watch mash is with love in your heart #its me talking #vanya watches mash #long post

[euphoricfilter]

Hallo! I got around to chapter 9(I was kinda busy). And it was perfect🥹. I was out in public and borderline trying not to sob. I am extremely satisfied with what happened to the two baddies. Particularly visualizing the Jungkook with the muscles and tattoo sleeve from sowoozoo. I am very much looking forward to chapter 10 fluffiness. They all deserve it so much. And poor Jinnie, like m/c is traumatized but Jin must feel so much guilty pain aaaaaaa

ahh i hope you’re able to rest some more now!! (and remember to drink water and eat a lot of yummy food!!)

thank you so much 😭 honestly i wish something worse would have happened but then it would have been somewhat unrealistic (she says having written a hybrid fic) but alas BUT sowoozoo jk— 🫃🫃🫃 don’t put the visual in my head i might (s)cream.

i think jin must have gone through similar psychological pain as the m/c, not being able to do much in such a horrible situation when you know that nothing remotely good could be happening, (but also that’s his baby :(( and i reckon they’d never spent more than jin’s work day apart from each other so i would have been scary) and i think he would feel extremely guilty for a while after the incident until the m/c sits down with him and they sort of talk it all out like a lil therapy session between the two of them for maybe closure on the situation. of course that wouldn’t fix everything but i think jin would leave with with a lighter heart

#ask #tbah #to build a home

[pr0atcrastination]

UR FICS SO GOOD. every character is so well done but DIRK. his rage was sooo palpable omg his vindication at tearing into cal was so wonderfully executed i read it a few times. he WOULD try and best his alt self in his own game. thank you sm for writing this :)

gfjasvhjavsj thank you so much aaaaaaa, I really am hoping to do Dirk's character justice, even if he's much younger here and therefore could head in a bit of a different direction as a person. Writing him maul Cal was hella satisfying to do as well, as was Dirk's little victory march to claim back his apartment as a safe space instead of a rigged death trap. And while battling and making Bro back off (for a while) didn't solve all his problems (like. Rose is waaaay off the mark, but she is on to something), it did open up a few more opportunities. Mainly for Dave to take him seriously again.

#appearification #ask #bro really thought he could beat the shit out of a little kid without any consequences #what a loser

[kadoodles-on-ao3]

have you ever considered shulk/fiora/melia as a ship?

Personally, I do not like it at all haha. Like I as much as I really really really dislike Fiora/Shulk, I think I dislike Melia/Fiora/Shulk even more. Very bad, no thank you, bottom of F Tier.

If you want to hear my rant reasoning I'll put it below the cut, but TL;DR I'm mainly interested in Shulk/Melia and that's it. Sorry if that's not the answer you were hoping for! Oh, and Happy Halloween!!

Part of it is because I'm not that much of a multishipper, especially when there's one ship in particular I really like a lot. If I have my OTP I do not want them spilt up nor want anyone else to intrude haha. And another part of it is I really don't think Shulk or Melia (especially Melia, especially especially when it's involving Fiora and Shulk) would be happy/emotionally-satisfied in a non-monogamous relationship. Not to mention the intense "male-viewer-insert Shulk-is-a-surrogate-for-me harem-fantasy" vibes it gives off haha. (Also, maybe this is just me, but a big vibe/culture/idk-what-word-to-use-lol around polyships comes off to me as people not really thinking characters can just... be friends??? Like if a character shows even a modicum of care towards another that must mean they're in romantic love. And if they do that to all their friends then they must all be in love. Friend groups do not exist there is only shipping. Oh and if they hate someone's guts then they must also be in love, throw em in the mix. I personally don't get it haha.)

But on top of all that, whenever I've come across Melia/Fiora/Shulk content, every single time it seems to be made with the intent/vibe of "I ship Fiora with both Shulk and Melia. And that's it." rather than a "full" OT3. (Same thing with Reyn/Shulk/Fiora/Melia, but that one's "I ship Shulk with Fiora and Reyn, and I also ship Fiora with Melia. And on an off day I might make Melia/Reyn content." But that's it. It's like everyone subconsciously agrees that Shulk and Melia are not to interact romantically, it is forbidden.) And more power to you if you like any of that that but... I don't haha.

I am starved for Shulk/Melia content. I even (used to) check fics/art of the popular polyships that include the two of them just to try to find crumbs of them being romantic together (as evidenced by my above rant) but I found absolutely nothing. Very few people seem to like them together for whatever reason, even people who like polyships with them in it. And with how much depth and potential and intrigue and lore-and-character-arc-integration and general-cuteness I think they have together, that confuses and saddens me.

Jeez I really need to get back to making my Shulkelia catalogue. There's actually quite a bit of art out there for them if you go looking! Not very much and often not very explicitly-romantic but... it's a rarepair for a small fandom for a game that came out over a decade ago, I will take what I can get.

I also really need to get back to writing AAAAAAA I'M VERY SORRY AGAIN

#ask #again i'm very sorry if that's not what you were hoping to hear anon!!! #and also sorry for a long response once again #i enjoy talking about the things i enjoy and dislike and the reasons why i do #also might as well note here the few xc ships aside from shulkelia that i don't dislike #i do not quote unquote actively ship any of these do not expect content of them from me haha #but they're in a category of... i don't dislike them. that's probably the best description #shulk/reyn does touch on the whole platonic-relationships-don't-exist thing in shipping culture for me but i like it fine #definitely a much better/healthier ship than fiora/shulk. that's because the xc writers like most writers don't know how to write good #female charas except by accident so. of course the camaraderie between two male charas feels healthier and more genuine #but it's still nice! they have a great friendship and if that progressed to a romantic relationship i think they'd be happy together #uhh who else? #dunban is way too old to be shipped with anyone else in the main cast and riki is obviously out as well #honestly i don't ship fiora with anyone. she needs to learn to be alone/single lol #i've only ever seen sharla shipped with reyn (which i do like as well) but honestly? i think sharla/shulk or sharla/melia aren't half bad #that's definitely the first time in history anyone has ever typed either of those ships out lol but i'd stand by them #is there anyone else? #alvis? i know shalvis is p much the most popular ship in xc but i do not like it. i don't know how people can ship alvis with anyone #like i get it. two well-written pretty boys. i understand. but i can't relate. #i won't explain because spoilers but. think of who he is. no one could be in a satisfying relationship with him. i'm sorry #tyrea? she's perfectly happy being single leave her be. and for the love of god do not ship her with her family jfc #so yeah it's pretty much just shulkelia for me #xenoblade 1 #xenoblade

[ngmn2002]

from your animals ask, I really love "fox" for Tsukasa-!! He makes me think of a fox too. ^_^ I actually watch a lot of footage of foxes being taken care of at a sanctuary. Their high energy reminds me of Tsukasa… certain foxes have a kind of "manic" personality, so when they are excited, they pant really fast and make high pitched cries, it sounds like laughter actually... like "hehehehhehe!!" "iihihihiihi" and they also scream, going "aAAaaAA" . I can't help but associate this with how Tsukasa acts, with his big ":D" smile.

and, it's cute when foxes are excited and squinty eyed, and wagging their tails lots, this also makes me think of Tsukasa. it is different than an excited doggy, it has its own flavor, which moreso suits Tsukasa's demeanor I think. When the human handlers are very familiar with a fox, they can even feel comfortable rough housing and playing with them, grabbing their snouts, and this too makes me think of him. I feel like when the twins were young, they could play together in the yard pretending to be animals, and Tsukasa would be happy to do any rough housing Amane wanted.

all of your descriptions were fun to read :3 thank you for sharing those!

Hello there again, Anon.

Thank you for sharing this information about foxes with me. ^^

About the twins playing in the yard together and imitating animals… yes, why not? I can see it as well. Tsukasa would be the cat and Amane the mouse. Haha. Just kidding.

Tsukasa would always be happy to grant anything Amane wishes for. If it was him imitating any kind of animal, he would happily do it just to see his twin happy. That's Tsukasa for you. Such infinite love he has for his twin. Lucky Amane.

And I'm glad you found my answer fun to read. I couldn't ask for more. It's all I want. I'm happy you were satisfied with my answer. ^^

I hope you have a good day, Anon.