Luciana, Alejandro and Johanna belong to @midcanto.
My idea was this is photo Camilo and Marco keep of their kids (hence why I couldn’t decide between coloured and black/white - Casita has both types of photographs - so I made both).
It’s probably like one of those school sibling photos - where you are all sat, huddled together, awkwardly, you know? And then your parents just bring it out to show (to embarrass you to) the rest of the family or any house guests?
Do you know of any Odesta fanfics that feature Finnick and Haymitch’s friendship or Annie and Haymitch’s? There was this really good one you recommended a while back that was from Haymitch’s pov and featured Odesta near the end. so I was wondering if you knew of any that had this dynamic
Hi, I do know some like that!
the bottom of the deep blue sea. by Cat_nevermind - I read this one for the first time around 4 years ago and I still come back to it. It's from Haymitch's POV and has a great perspective on his relationship with Finnick and the other victors.
It's Not the Waking, It's the Rising by carnationhes - This is another great Haymitch POV that takes place during and shortly after Finnick's Games. It sets Finnick's story in a cool and unique light, so you might like to check it out.
Haymitch's Victor(s?) by TheWalkingGrimes - This one explores a little moment right before the end of the 74th Games, and it's such a cool portrayal of Haymitch's relationship with Finnick right before the rebellion. The whole series is one of my favorites so definitely check it out if you haven't already.
Triptych by deathmallow - This is a post-war (canon compliant) fic that focuses on the dynamic between Haymitch, Annie, and Johanna. It's beautiful and long and heartwarming and does justice to all the characters.
Madrigal by sabaceanbabe - This one focuses on the Finnick, Haymitch, and Johanna dynamic which I absolutely love. The characterizations are wonderful and it covers so much time without getting bogged down in the negativity.
The Golden Mean by FernWithy - This one takes place during the 3rd Quarter Quell with a lot of emphasis on the behind the scenes aspects of the rebellion. Haymithc is the POV character but there's a lot in here about his relationships with the other victors, which I really like.
Moss On The Ruins by Trovia - This is another favorite of mine. It's Finnick's POV with his relationships with the victors as a focal point of the story. I like his dynamic with Haymitch in this one.
I am also a fan of this dynamic and Finnick's relationships with the other victors, I think there's such an interesting history there. Feel free to share recs of your own or promote your own work!
This is my entry for the last week of this event, I have drawn my Amelia with those who I think could be her friends in Encanto, in reality I would have loved to draw all the possible oc's but due to lack of time I have only been able to draw them, someday I will try to draw more, Amelia needs friends and good acquaintances after all
Without further deviating, the oc's that are next to my Amelia are Amelia and Erica Madrigal from @justaturtleindisguise <-- on tumblr, Coco (Melany Gonzales Díaz) from @Coco_.zz <-- on instagram and Hanna (Johanna Roslyn Engel) by @bluecherryblossom8
It has been a pleasure to participate in this event, I hope you like this last post.
#Repost @johanna._.colo • • • • • • Bonjour voici Isabella Madrigal @encantomovie . J'ai adoré la mettre en couleur. Matériels:aquarelles, crayons de couleurs, posca et stickles. Je suis encore plus fière de savoir qu'il est dorénavant accroché dans la chambre d'une petite princesse. 🌷👸💜 Merci à @birdoxproduction pour l'illustration 💜 #johannacolo #princessdisney #prismacolorpencils @hachetteheroes #coloriageadulte #coloringbook #coloriagedisney #coloriage #adultcoloringbookph #fortheloveofcoloring #addictedtocoloring #adultcoloringbook #artlovers #coloriageadulte #coloringdisney #coloringforgrownups #coloringbookforadults #encanto #isabelamadrigal #wonderfulcoloring #disney #disneylove #disneyart #disneyaddict #disneycolors #instadisney #fandisney #disneyprincess #disneygram #hachettedisney https://www.instagram.com/p/Cok0kbbrbxA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
HP: Parvati Patil, Lorcan Scamander, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Teddy Lupin, Oliver Wood, Luna Lovegood, Angelina Johnson, the rest of the Weasley fam in all generations.
Disney: The rest of the Madrigal family from Encanto, Helga Sinclair, Audrey Ramirez, Milo Thatch, Mulan, Li Shang, Merida, Cinderella, Hiro and Tadashi Hamada, GoGo Tomago, Honey Lemon, the rest of the fairies.
- Dance with me - Late night drunk dancing with Wanda is not how (Y/N) expected their night to go, not that they were complaining. ✨**
- You Are My Sunshine - There's nothing better than spending time with your girlfriend Wanda on a sunny day.✨**
Druig
- Promise - When Druig leaves his daughter and wife behind to help fight with the Eternals, his wife (Y/N) makes him promise something for her. *
Peter Maximoff
- That's What He Knew - (Y/N) and Peter are finally meeting for the first time, and it seems Logan is very keen on their friendship, to the confusion of both of them. *
~THE HOBBIT/LOTR~
Kili Durin
- Amrâlime - (Y/N), Bilbo's sister, is starting to get annoyed at her lack of knowledge of the nickname given to her by a certain Dwarf prince. *
- The Durins with a Crystal-Obsessed S/O **
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
Thorin Oakenshield
- Best Of Wives And Best Of Women - After reclaiming Erebor, Thorin is working a lot. Far too much for a very tired (Y/N)'s liking. *
- The Durins With A Crystal-Obsessed S/O **
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema
Fili Durin
- The Durins With A Crystal-Obsessed S/O **
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
Tauriel
- Boyfriend - When (Y/N)'s brother Legolas tries to flirt with her best friend Tauriel, (Y/N) reminds her that she would be a much better boyfriend.✨*
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
Legolas
- The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema **
~THE HUNGER GAMES~
Johanna Mason
- Anytime, sweetheart - Despite being a little intimidated by her, (Y/N), Peeta's sister, tries to befriend Johanna Mason. ✨*
~HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS)~
Sirius Black
- Loser (1/5) - (Y/N) is starting to get really fed up of Sirius' Black's constant teasing. ✨**
- Listen? (2/5) - (Y/N) sees Sirius again, and he wants to explain himself. **
~THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY~
Luther Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Diego Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Allison Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Klaus Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Five Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Ben Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
Viktor Hargreeves
- The Umbrella Academy's S/O having a panic attack **
~TWILIGHT~
Jane Volturi
- Not Possible - (Y/N), Alice's twin, goes with their twin and Bella to stop Edward from exposing his vampire-ness. But what, or who, is waiting there is certainly a surprise **
~STAR WARS~
Han Solo
- Never - (Y/N) and Han have always been good friends, but what happens when they start to catch feelings and don't know how to react? *
~PERCY JACKSON~
Percy Jackson
- How Percy Jackson would react to a little sister *
- Bad Dreams - Percy has frequent nightmares, and (Y/N) is usually there to comfort him. But what happens when one night she disappears from the bed? *
.。.:*☆ Alright, so, here we go, this is my starter/ Plotting call for the upcoming event! If you have any questions regarding powers or whatever, just shoot me a message!
telepathy and foresight - Elena Gilbert, Harry Potter
astral projection ( x-men ) - Tony Stark
force sensitivity ( star wars ) - Marian Hawke, Raya, Bill Denbrough
cleric abilities ( critical role ) - Rei Hino, Elsa
size manipulation and enhanced strength ( marvel ) - 11th doctor
hypnosis and memory altering ( tale of the nine tailed ) - Queenie Goldstein, Kara Danvers
It was quiet early as the sunbeams woke you up. This was your second night in Encanto and you definitive slept better than the last one. You stretched your body and changed from your comfy pajama to your black unitard. It was made from stretchy material, and you always wore it under your show clothing and of course for training. It has a beautiful red and green embroidery on it which shows different flowers from your left leg to your right shoulder. You took one of the green chiffon skirts out of your closet and tied up your hair with a fitting ribbon. Tonight, was the big one. The opening night was always the most important show. This show made sure if more people would come to watch the regular ones or not. So, everyone put their everything into this night. It had to be perfect. You exhaled deeply before a smile grew on your lips, one last look into the mirror. “You can do this. It’s a show like it’s always.”, you said to yourself before turning on your heel. The bed next to yours was already empty. One last glance into the mirror, you nodded to yourself. You slipped into your comfy boots and left your cart. You made sure to fresh yourself a bit up from the night and brushing your teeth of course before entering the ring. “Morning ma cherie.” – “Morning Eva.” – “Bee and Rosemary are already in the ring.”, she said while carrying some fabrics to a bigger tent. You nodded and made your way up to the main entrance. On the way you greeted everyone from your founded family. The court was filled with different carts and tents. Your home was always a huge camp. You had two bigger tents for a kitchen like place and one for sanitary facilities. One tent was for all the costumes, wigs, props and utils for the shows. One was used as a common room. Some smaller tents for sleeping and some carts for the actual families. Some people claimed that they could never live like this, but you didn’t know tit any other way.
And to make things clear, the circus Dubois wasn’t like the normal circus people would know. There weren’t different kinds of small acts lined up to each other. No. Circus Dubois was more like a huge musical show. All small parts were connected to one heartwarming story. Mostly they told stories about love, about family and how to find your own path to felicity. They always delivered a beautiful message within breathtaking dances, songs, and stunts. Within two hours all of your family member would tell such a story and made the audience forget about time and space. You were actors, performers, dancers, and mostly, you all were truly passionated.
Gael and some other boys and girls were already practicing a new dance act. Bee was together with Rosemary on the grandstand. Discussing the new act, the three of you made up before coming here. Together with Eva you were the only ones performing with the ropes, tightropes, and trapeze. Rosemary was pretty new to your family, and she was still learning. The younglings like Daniel and another girl called Johanna were also dancing on the tightropes, but only on the low hanging ones.
High in the skies were your and Bee’s space. Also, Bee wasn’t only your partner but also a blessed choreograph. He always had the best ideas for new show acts and dances, and you were willing to test everything he came up with. Today you wanted to show a new thing he created. It was an act only created for you. The first time in forever you had a solo act. I don’t have to underline how nervous you were about it, but you knew how to put a record on. At least it worked for the audience to not realize how nervous you really were. The new performing wasn’t comparable to your usual tricks. You weren’t on a tightrope or a trapeze. It was called aerial silk and it fitted perfectly into the opening show. It was a bit more complicated than your usual because of different reasons First of all, you were alone. You had no partner catching or carrying you. Second, you had no real safety. You needed to tie those different kinds of scarfs and ropes around your body while performing and you needed a lot of condition, to gain the needed energy to fly with those ropes of fabric. Between all that you still needed to sing and look, well, happy, but that was the burden of a performer.
“Good morning y/n.”, Rosemary said while sitting behind Bee, who turned around to greet you with a great smile. “Morning.” – “Good morning you two.”, you said while climbing up to them. “You wanna practice one last time?”, Bee looked at you with a raised brow while you were taking off your boots. “I would prefer to, one last time. Especially the fall.” – “Alright. Then I’ll look for Eva and Jean, that we attach the silks properly. But don’t stress yourself too much, okay?”, the dark-haired boy patted your head before leaving you two behind. “Can you once again show me the jump from level four to level three?”, Rosemary asked while looking up to you. You nodded and so the two of you went for the platforms. The ring was filled with music and different voices practicing one last time. Some of the older ones started decorating the grandstand and masts. Everything needed to be perfect. You wanted that your abuela would be proud and that the whole Encanto would be stunned.
A sound of a pot shattering could be heard through the whole house. “Isa?!”, Mirabel’s voice clang from the first floor. “I’m alright.”, the girl answered while sweeping the broken parts carefully together with her hands. “What even was your intention?”, a sleepy voice came from the door behind her. “I wanted to gather a few of my prettiest pots to bring them to the circus folks. As decoration you know?” – “And why do you need to wake me up therefore?”, he rubbed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “Uhrm, because you can help me?”, she said with an annoyed undertone. “Por favor?”, he said with a grin, what gained a rolling of her eyes. “Por favor!”, Isabela stood up crossing her arms. Camilo just grinned, “Let me change real quick.”, he disappeared in his room for a few minutes. Isabela took the broken parts of the once pretty pot to the trash and looked again to the pots she decided to bring with her. “Why do you actually need to bring some?”, Mirabel asked while looking at her sister’s hands. Making sure she doesn’t cut herself. “Eva asked if I could help with some decoration, and I thought it would be prettier to have some flowers in actual pots. You know?” Her sister nodded and let go of her hands. “You need any help?” – “Nah, don’t worry. Luisa is already helping, and Milo is also coming with us.”, she smiled shoving the intact pots together. “Wait, really?”, Mirabel asked with this mischievous undertone. “For real hermana, what’s wrong with you?”, Isa shook her head. “Oh, nothing in particular.”, she giggled.
“Is that so?”, Camilo’s voice made both girls nearly jump. “Dios mio, primo…”, Isa grabbed her chest. The boy was standing there with a gloating grin, wearing his usual yellow ruana. Mirabel could barely save another pot from falling. After she caught her breath and put the pottery back on the table, she fixed the glasses on her nose and just smiled at him. Isa switched her look back and forth between her primo and sister. “I really don’t care what’s up with the two of you.” Before both of them could throw in their argument another voice was heard. “Are you ready?”, Luisa now stood in the kitchen and took as many pots as she could carry. “Sure.”, Camilo said giving one last glance to Mirabel while taking some of the pots himself. He and Luisa went outside. Before the oldest in the room could also leave Mirabel grabbed her by her sleeve. “Just pay some attention to Milo’s behavior around some of the artist.”, she winked with her eye suspicious and let her go. Isa just furrowed her brows and went after her younger relatives. She couldn’t suppress a rolling of her eyes.
After a few hours they arrived at the camp. Normally, they would take them about thirty minutes of casual walking, but they had to stop every few minutes. Some villagers hold them up and asked them about their well-being, some children wanted Camilo to shift for them, some wanted to be carried by Luisa, and some asked for help for the next days, or simply align greetings for their family. It wasn’t easy to be a Madrigal, but after all they were used to it. As they arrived, they were already expected by Eva. “Isabela, thank you petite.”, she run over to help them with carrying the pots. “De nada.”, she simply said while handing her some pots. “We can bring them right to the ring. I already found the perfect places where to put them.”, she led the way and the others followed. They placed the pots at the grandstand down. “Hola!”, Bee greeted them while entering the ring. He was standing at the railing in the first row of the audience area. They greeted back and Isabela waved at him. He only smiled and turned his head back to the roof of the tent. “Do you need any help elsewhere?”, Luisa asked while stretching her back. “We’re nearly finished, there are only trifles left.”, Eva said while appraising the colorful pots. “Maybe we can help with them?”, Camilo suggested with his signature smile, shifting into Luisa, and flexing with her muscles. Luisa rolled her eyes at him and poked him in the ribs, what led to him shifting back. “We still need to put all the blankets and cushions on the seats and…”, before Eva could finish the sentence Camilo run off to get blankets. “On it!”, Luisa said and followed her cousin.
You were already climbing up to one of the higher platforms. After you warmed yourself up, you wanted to practice one essential thing of the choreography again. There was the climax, where you would climb the whole rope up while tying yourself up in it until you would let yourself fall. The fabric would stop the fall, so that it would like you were agravic. Bee had seen this once and was so obsessed with the dance like fall and he did infect you with his passion. It was somehow bold to put such a new choreography into the opening night, but you wanted to stun everyone with your solo performance. So no extra mile was too extra. You grabbed the thick fabric in front of you and jumped into it. Entangled the material with your legs, climbing a bit higher, so you would be able to tie the rope around your body. Carefully but also elegant. At least everything needed to fit into the dance act later. You took a deep breath and controlled the fabric around your body a last time. You stopped counting how many times you already tried this technique but somehow you never finished it correctly. As you once said, it always hard training.
It was way softer and warmer than you expected. Wait, warm? You opened you eyes and looked at a very familiar pair of eyes. A relived smile grew onto your face and the boy in front of you mirrored that. “Are you okay?!”, a well-known voice brought your attention to the boy over, standing with the girls still in shock. You looked back at your savior. Your eyes widened, you looked back to Bee frozen in place at the grandstand and then your glance got back to the same boy holding you in his arm right now. “Did I hit my head somewhere?”, you asked while blinking heavily and looking back and forth between both boys. “I hope not.”, your savior said and before you could open your mouth again, you felt another weight pulling you down. The Bee holding you suddenly changed into the curly haired boy you have seen before. Camilo was way smaller than Berthold, so the sudden shift back dragged you down again, still resting in his arms. You hold onto his ruana of the sudden movement. “You okay?”, he smiled sheepish at you. You now looked totally shocked at him, not being able to bring even a word over your lips. “Thank you, Camilo!”, Bee run over the two of you. The shapeshifter set you down carefully, making sure you had gained your balance and just waving at the closer coming boy. Your usual partner cupping your cheeks with his hands. “Are you hurt?”, he touched your head and shoulder carefully, looking for any injuries. You just shook your head slightly, eyes still pinned onto the Madrigal. Bee saw your confusion and started laughing. “You look more surprised than Gael a day ago.”, you just nodded again and the boy in front of you let out a chuckle. You couldn’t avert your glance from him. Camilo still felt a bit uneasy, a warmth climbing up to his head. He scratched the back of his head. “Camilo, I could need your help here!”, Eva shouted from outside of the tent. “Coming! “, somehow, he was glad to escape this situation. The feeling in his gut wasn’t a good one. He bowed slightly down to the two of you before leaving the ring again. You looked after him, still processing what happened a few minutes ago.
“Is this really save?”, Isabela looked up to you and then back to your partner. Bee nodded, “That’s why we practice it.” He smiled. This wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear. “Just relax mi sol! You got this!”, Bee shouted up to you. “It’s the highest she’s ever done until now.”, Rosemary said insecure next to them. Isabela really felt uneasy with said statement, but before she could ask Berthold again, she could see you move already. You took one deep breath in before leaning your upper body forward. You whole body started tilting and before Isabela could react you would unfurl from the fabric. Everything seemed to work properly. It wasn’t too fast or too slow. It was a fluid movement.
“We have the missing pieces.”, Luisa said while joining the group with Camilo. The boy also looked up and couldn’t help it but felt unsettled with the scene in front of him and he should be right. Something kinda went wrong. Halfway through your way down the fabric loosened itself to fast. Everyone could see the little asymmetry in your flow. “Is this supposed to happen?”, Luisa raised a brow, but before Bee could even answer Camilo sprinted forward. Isa threw her hands over her mouth, the same as the younger girl next to her. Before you could grab onto the fabric after realizing your fault, you could feel how your leg slipped out of the fabric. You weren’t that high anymore, but you could feel the fear creeping up your spine as you realized how the whole rope loosened around your whole body. You would fall within the next seconds. You pinched your eyes together, preparing yourself of the impact of the floor. You tried to at least grab onto some of the material, which was supposed to provide you security, but no chance. Your weight pulling you further down until you sensed the collision.
Half an hour later you were back to normal. You stopped practicing for now to give your body a bit rest, wandering through the camp looking for a specific boy. You were finding what you were looking for. Camilo sat on some rocks, facing the horses under the trees. You sneaked behind him and placed your hand on his shoulder. “Hey chameleon.”, Camilo jumped and shifted first into Berthold, then into you, into Eva and then finally back to himself within seconds. He grabbed his heavy beating chest. You looked bewildered at him, “Wow, that was fast.” – “Dios mio. Do you want to kill me?”, he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry...”, you smiled and placing yourself next to him. He inhaled deeply and waved you off and seated himself again. “Actually, I wanted to thank you, for the catch.”, you tilted your head into direction of the place of the accident. He caught his breath and smiled sheepish at you. “De nada.” You suddenly had the urge to change your view to the animals in front of you. “Does it hurt?”, you mumbled while pulling your knees to your chest and laying your head onto them. “Perdón?”, he raised a brow looking at you. You bit onto your lower lip. “Your transforming…does it hurt?” Camilo looked a bit shocked at you and set his glance onto your hands. Never did someone asked him that, not even his parents. Everybody just saw the fun side of his gift but in all those seventeen years no one ever asked about disadvantages. “Sometimes…”, he said calmly, the corner of his lips curled up, “but don’t worry. I can manage that pretty good.”, his eyes laid softly on your statue. You looked up once more and smiled at him. “That’s quite reassuring.”
“Do you often get injured?”, Camilo asked looking at some older bruises at your wrists. You stroked with your thumb over them. “That’s the risk that comes with my job I guess but mostly my muscle memory saves me before getting hurt really bad.” – “Muscle memory?” – “Yeah. If you do something repeatedly for a long time my body will save the movements and will act on its own. That saved me a lot of times, and yeah Bee also did.”, a giggle escaped your throat. Camilo took your hands in his, caressing the bruise he saw earlier. This sudden action caught you without any guard. His touch felt so soft, and safely. “You know my tía could help with these.”, he still let his thumb stroking over your wrist. The odd feeling from before went back to his stomach, and he suddenly let go of your hands. You simply shook your head.
“Didn’t we want to leave?”, Luisa asked her older sister. “Mil…”, before the brawn one could scream for her cousin her sister stopped her. “Silencio!”, she shushed her down, pressing her finger on her lips. “I totally understand what Mirabel meant.”, she smiled bright, taking her hand down. Watching the two of you sitting on the rock a few meters away from them. Luisa just looked confused at her und shrugged with her shoulders.
“Are the very busy Madrigals free this evening?”, you smiled at the boy who couldn’t look at you right now. If he would look at you, you could have seen him blush. “Well, I think we already have plans.”, he gained his cool again. Crossing his arms behind his back. “Really?”, you gave him a look of disbelief. “Yup, we will visit a pretty cool circus you know.”, with a teasing undertone he smiled at you. You totally fall for it and started grinning. “Okay, you got me.” – “I know, but for real, promise me something.”, his face got a bit more serious. “Don’t fall again.” – “Hm, we will see. Maybe I want to be caught by you again...”, now you were the one with a mischievous grin and this earned you a shocked facial expression. “Just kidding.”, you nudged him with your elbow and laughed, and so did he. “Primo, we need to go. They will be already waiting for us for lunch.”, Isabela’s voice appeared behind them.
He straightened himself up. “So, I’ll see you tonight?”, you asked looking up to him. “Can’t wait for it.”, he said before he walked over to his cousins and waving you a last goodbye. You also waved after them, then you turned your glance back to the spot where he just touched you. A slight smile was growing on your face. Something was different with this boy, and you didn’t think about his gift, no you couldn’t wait to find out what it was. You weren’t the only one feeling something strange in the company from each other. So, a girl and a boy nearly the same age couldn’t wait to see each other again.
“O lei, o lai, oh lord, o lei, o lai, o lord.”, you warmed your voice up together with Rosemary while Eva pinned her hair up. Most of the times you wore wigs, it was way easier than styling your hair different way in between the show acts. You already wore some wide trousers over your unitard, an older outworn greenish poncho and your usual boots. It should keep you muscles warm in between. You were finished with putting your make up on as you heard a familiar voice, “Here you go”, Jean appeared behind you handing you a small wooden box. He already wore his uniform. You smiled gladfully at him. “Muchas gracias!”, you stood up and placed a kiss onto his cheek. “Where are you going. I need to get your hair ready as well!”, Eva screamed after you, but you were already out of the tent. Your eyes scanning the place for a particular family. You didn’t need to search for long as a small boy caught your view. You run up to him. “y/n!”, he shouted running towards you. You pulled him up in a flowing movement, spinning him around in the air. “Tonito!”, you let him down and kneeled in front of him. His whole family a few meters behind him. You tilted over to whisper into his ears and he just chuckled, then you walked over to his family while holding his small hand into yours. “Buenas noches familia Madrigal”, you said smiling with closed eyes. All of them greeted you kindly. “Ma cherie!”, Eva called after you from the tent behind. “Uno momento!”, you shouted back to her what earned you an angry tapping from her feet. You turned back to the family. “I don’t have much time, sorry.”, you let go of Antonio’s hand. “My abuela is already waiting at the entrance. Jean made sure to get you the best seats in the whole ring.”, you smiled proudly, looking at Mirabel, then Camilo before turning your glance to his sister. “And that’s for you.”, you stepped in front of Dolores handing her the small wooden box you got before. The girl took it warily and eyed it from all sides before opening it. All of her relatives looking curious at her. “y/n Freye!”, Eva shouted again. “I just want that anyone can enjoy our show the same. So yeah. See you in the ring!”, you nearly screamed while running back to the woman waiting for you.
“She really looks like her.”, Julieta said leaning a bit over to Bruno who only nodded. “What’s in the box querida?”, Mariano asked his girlfriend. She looked with adoration over to the tent you just disappeared in. “Hermana?”, Camilo made himself taller to look in the box. Dolores took the surprise out of the box and showed it to them. “Those are ear plugs.” – “She doesn’t only look like her.”, Pepa said in awe. This was only a small gesture, but it meant so much to all of them. So, the family Madrigal entered the ring joining your grandma on the seats and you were right. They got the best places. They could see everything from where they were seated. Camilo noticed that his sister looked way more relaxed than ever. How could you care so much for his family without even knowing them? Of course, Dolores knew, that Bruno told you about her gift, but she never expected you to give her something to help. Everyone was so excited, chatting and mumbling until Jean stepped into the ring. The lights were spotted on him, and everything went quiet. He smiled bright. You were standing on a platform together with Bee, preparing yourself for the first act. This was the moment all of you lived for. This was the moment all of you cherished so much. The very less seconds of silence, before it all started. You looked at your partner, and he smiled at you while holding onto the trapeze. “Showtime.”
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what can I say I really like this chapter and I'm already working on the next two
I think one chapter per week is something I can keep up
Also thanks for sticking with the story, I'm so happy that there actual people reading my work
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STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!
STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)
STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.
THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!
Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.
Screencaps
RP icons [of all sizes]
Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]
PNG packs
Manips
Dash Icons
Character Aesthetics
PSD’s
XCF’s
Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!
FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!
FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.
Written Guides.
and whatever else you can think of / make!
MASTERLIST!
F:
Eugenia Fuscaldo (1953) Costa Rican - actress.
María Bonilla Picado (1954) Costa Rican - writer, actress, director, screenwriter and teacher.
Giannina Facio (1955) Costa Rican [Spanish, Catalan, possibly other] - actress and producer.
Madeleine Stowe (1958) Costa Rican [Spanish], German, Dutch, English - actress.
Maribel Guardia / Maribel Del Rocio Fernandez Garcia (1959) Costa Rican - actress, singer, model, and tv host.
Guadalupe Urbina (1959) Costa Rican - singer and artist.
Ana Istarú / Ana Soto Marín (1960) Costa Rican - actress and writer.
Marcia Saborío (1963) Costa Rican - actress, comedian, humorist and actress.
María Pretiz (1964) Costa Rican - singer-songwriter.
Tasia Valenza (1967) Costa Rican - actress.
Anastasia / Anastasia Acosta (1974) Costa Rican - actress and model.
Sasha Campbell (1977) Afro-Costa Rican - singer, journalist, broadcaster and television presenter.
Nancy Dobles Morales (1977) Costa Rican - presenter, model and actress.
Candice Michelle / Candice Michelle Beckman (1978) Costa Rican / German - actress, model, and retired professional wrestler.
Rosa Mendes / Milena Roucka (1979) Costa Rican / Czech - model and retired professional wrestler.
Shirley Álvarez (1980) Costa Rican - famous presenter and model.
Viviana Calderon (1980) Costa Rican - model and tv host.
Debi Nova / Deborah Nowalski Kader (1980) Costa Rican [Polish Jewish] - singer-songwriter, bassist, pianist, and dancer.
Veronica Bastos (1980) Costa Rican - tv host.
Francis Brunette / Francis Brunette Pastor Núñez (1982) Costa Rican / Mexican - actress, model, and singer.
Johanna Fernández (1982) Costa Rican - model and Miss Costa Rica Universe 2005.
Leonora Jiménez (1983) Costa Rican - model.
Marianela Quiros (1983) Costa Rican - model.
Veronica Gonzalez (1983) Costa Rican - model and Miss Costa Rica 2007.
Mia Rauz / Mia Araujo (1984) Costa Rican - singer.
Jessica Perez (1984) Costa Rican - actress and model.
Bali Rodriguez / Bárbara Laura Rodríguez Bonilla (1985) Costa Rican - actress and model.
Marva Wright (1985) Costa Rican - beauty queen.
Jale Berahimi (1985) Costa Rican - model and tv journalist.
Teresa Rodríguez (1986) Costa Rican - former beauty queen and television presenter.
Mariluz Bermudez (1986) Costa Rican - actress.
Heather Hemmens (1988) Afro Costa Rican / English - actress, producer, and director.
Wendy Cordero / Wendy del Carmen Cordero Sánchez (1988) Costa Rican - model and Miss Costa Rica World 2007.
Melissa Mora (1988) Costa Rican - singer, model, and tv personality.
Jessica Umaña (1988) Costa Rican - beauty queen.
Marcela Negrini / Marcela Negrina (1988) Costa Rican - model, tv presenter, and instagrammer (marcenegrini).
Brenda Kellerman (1988) Afro Costa Rican - actress, model, and tv host.
Maria Amalia Matamoros (1989) Costa Rican - model and beauty queen.
Manuel Marín Oconitrillo (1971) Costa Rican - writer and singer.
Daniel Moreno (1974) Costa Rican - actor, writer, and director.
J.P. Calderon / John Paul Calderon (1975) Costa Rican - model, reality tv personality, and volleyball player.
Luis Montalbert-Smith (1975) Costa Rican - singer.
Mario Alberto Chacón Jiménez (1975) Costa Rican - comedian and actor.
Roberto Zeledón (1977) Costa Rican - actor and producer.
Ari Borovoy (1979) Costa Rican [Polish Jewish] / Mexican - singer-songwriter and actor.
Jose Pablo Cantillo (1979) Costa Rican - actor.
Pieter Schlosser (1980) Dutch / Costa Rican [German] - film and television composer.
Hernán Jiménez (1980) Costa Rican - actor, comedian, director, and screenwriter.
Augusto Mejia (1980) Costa Rican - singer.
Ricardo Sossa (1980) Costa Rican / Colombian - singer.
Julio Nájera (1981) Costa Rican - musician.
Mauricio Herrera (1981) Costa Rican - singer and showman.
Alonso Fernández Alvarez (1982) Costa Rican - model and Mister Costa Rica 2009.
Harry Shum Jr. (1982) Costa Rican [Chinese] - actor, singer, dancer, and choreographer.
Italo Marenco (1983) Costa Rican - former soccer player, television presenter, actor and model.
Mauricio Hoffmann (1983) Costa Rican - tv host and reality star.
Renier Murillo / Renier J. Murillo (1984) Costa Rican / Ecuadorian - actor, director, and writer.
Lonrot / Gabriel Meoño Barahona (1986) Costa Rican - YouTuber.
Esteban Calderón (1987) Costa Rican - singer.
LobosJR / Mike Villalobos (1987) Costa Rican - Twitch streamer.
Bartosz Brenes (1989) Costa Rican, Polish, Belgian - house DJ, producer, remixer and record label owner.
Daniel Zovatto (1991) Costa Rican - actor.
Jefferson Kellerman (1991) Costa Rican - model and reality tv personality.
JimmyTutoriales (1996) Costa Rican - YouTuber.
Daniel Rövira (1999) 1/8 Costa Rican, 7/8 mix of Italian, Catalan, French, German, Swedish - actor.
Chris Tavarez / Christopher Tavarez (1992) Costa Rican, Dominican, Panamanian - actor and model.
Alex Badilla (1992) Costa Rican - Beauty YouTuber.
Alex Sanchez (1995) Costa Rican - actor, recording artist, songwriter, viner, musical.ly star, and instagrammer.
Charlie Herrera (1999) Costa Rican - YouNow star.
Adam Gifford (?) Costa Rican, Jamaican, Cherokee, Italian - actor.
Steve Howard (?) Costa Rican / Unspecified White - actor.
Andrew Rush (?) Costa Rican / Unknown (Presumably White) - actor and stuntman.
Byron Quiros (?) Costa Rican - actor, director, and choreographer.
Jose Palma (?) Costa Rican - actor.
Gustavo Bricno (?) Costa Rican - model and Instagrammer (gustvobricno).
Luis Morera Claramunt (?) Costa Rican - model and Instagrammer (luismoreracla).
Alejandro Q (?) Costa Rican - model and Instagrammer (alejandro.quesada).
Ariel Arguedas Devoto (?) Costa Rican - model and Instagrammer (arielardev).
Walter Flores (?) Costa Rican - musician.
Arnoldo Castillo Villalobos (?) Costa Rican - musician.
Problematic:
Kaya Jones / Chrystal Neria (1984) Jamaican (Unconfirmed), Nicaraguan (Unconfirmed), Costa Rican (Unconfirmed), Panamanian (Unconfirmed), Chinese (Unconfirmed) / Apache (Unconfirmed), Unspecified White - singer, violinist, DJ, model, actress, and dancer - Trump supporter who even has said she would like to put down the first brick in the wall on the Mexican border, has used multiple racial slurs, has compared the residential school system of Native Americans to white people willingly sending their kids to boarding schools, and honestly so much more.
(Jude/Madge with the possibility of endgame Gale/Madge and Jude/Columbine, plus every other couple from my fleet of ships)
For all seven of you who are interested, here’s my favorite scene from this week’s onslaught of modern AU hogwash (7,642 words and another 3,000ish words of notes): a prom flashback. Because Jude as Madge’s prom date melts my heart. A lot of stuff here was originally intended for Head Over Feet and may turn up there eventually.
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Peeta and Katniss skipped the school-sponsored after-prom party, unsurprisingly, while the rest of us splintered off into contemplative pairs. Finnick and Annie and Luka and Johanna both seemed as good as engaged to me, but the announcement had rattled them as well, and Jude and I wound up watching the smarmy stage hypnotist by ourselves in a subdued sort of silence.
It wasn’t that either of us was unhappy at the news, exactly. While I considered Katniss my best friend, we had never been chatty in typical girlfriend-fashion, and yet her impending marriage struck my stomach like an icy stone. You’ll be going to college anyway, I reminded myself, and you’ll stay in touch, but none of this served to soothe.
Jude absently wrapped his tux jacket around my shoulders and then his arm, resting his cheek on the top of my head. He’d barely spoken since the engagement reveal and I couldn’t begin to guess what his uncharacteristic silence meant.
It sounds really nice, he said suddenly, softly. Staying right here, getting married, coming home to a wife and babies.
I wanted to retort something dry and mildly caustic but couldn’t find the words for any reply at all because it was nice, this future Peeta and Katniss were setting up for themselves. I wanted to continue with music as long as I could; to study abroad, to live in the capitol and maybe other cities in due course, but that wasn’t the future either Katniss or Peeta wanted, and why should they force themselves through the college mold, going eyes-deep in debt for degrees they had no interest in and possibly jeopardizing their relationship with the distance and other, inevitable, obstacles when the future they both craved was easily within their grasp?
Madeline, Jude continued in that same soft tone – I was always Madeline or, affectionately, mädchen to him – if Columbine and Gale marry other people, will you go on a date with me?
Almost as long as Jude and I have been friends, we’ve been aware of each other’s hopeless longing for an oblivious sweetheart and openly commiserated about it, with no fear – or even thought – of annoying each other or hurting feelings. Butcher’s son Jude was in love with Columbine Wilhearn, all black curls and lovely voice, whose mother was a small-scale – if highly in-demand – clothing designer and I was in love with broody, breathtaking Gale, whose mother managed the local laundromat and who despised my very existence because, as the mayor’s daughter, I had surely been born to privilege – never mind that my father had been a music teacher before his election and that as mayor he served a rural town of some 8000 people and dealt with weighty matters like dog waste ordinances and ribbon cuttings for tiny antique shops.
We’d both made periodic, futile attempts to elicit our respective crush’s attentions, but somehow for the course of that year – the year of madrigal seat partners and Jane Eyre and getting married on-stage in Fiddler – the longing had felt a little less pressing. Jude still ordered flowers for Columbine on opening night – she was playing the female lead, after all – but in other circumstances he would’ve done so for every performance, not just the first, and he brought me flowers too – a vaseful of red tulips from his mother’s garden to brighten my corner of the greenroom. And while I knew he’d asked Columbine to prom their junior year – and been turned down, of course – I don’t think he even tried the next time around, just cheerfully stepped up to escort me when the opportunity arose.
In fact, to the outside observer, Jude and I probably appeared to be dating for the past year.
The realization left me cross, embarrassed and oddly weary. Jude and I were just friends, everybody knew it, but could we have inadvertently sabotaged each other’s crushes by spending so much time together? Would Gale have emerged to ask me out if I hadn’t been so immersed in the Mellark circle this year – and in Jude’s company in particular?
We’re at prom, I reminded him, my tone shorter than he deserved. I’m wearing an evening gown and your tux jacket. How much more of a date do you want?
I want to pick you up at your house, he replied without hesitation, a brush of lips against my lilac-threaded crown braid. Just you and me and maybe your dad on the porch, to shake hands and talk about the weather and remind me to have you back by 10:00, and I’ll tell you how beautiful you look as I slide an orchid on your wrist. We’ll go to a fancy restaurant and trade bites of our entrees and steal a pepper shaker when we leave, just to see if we can get away with it. We’ll hold hands under the table and slow-dance like it means something, not just because we came together and it’s obligatory, and when I drop you at home, you might let me kiss you under the porchlight.
I pulled away to look up at him, at those gentle smoky eyes – gray like Gale’s and yet absolutely, utterly, nothing like Gale’s – and tried to decide whether to throttle him or burst into tears, because I knew he didn’t mean any of this the way it sounded but it was still the sweetest thing I’d ever heard – and remains so to this day. But I didn’t want Jude – I didn’t, I was sure of it – and he didn’t want me, he was just getting broody – in the hen fashion, not the Gale fashion – because of Peeta’s engagement and Columbine had remained stubbornly indifferent to him, even in a tux or stage makeup or a doublet and tights.
Please, can I go home? I whispered. I’ll call my parents so you don’t have to leave.
Don’t be daft, he said lightly, but his eyes were sad. There’s nothing left to stay here for anyway.
An unassuming woman visits a teenage boy in the hospital following his failed suicide attempt. In the waiting room she meets the boy’s grief-stricken music teacher who discovers she may not be just another well-wisher. OFFICIAL SELECTION: Maryland Film Festival New Orleans Film Festival Festival Angaelika Sidewalk Film Festival Director Anu Valia Written By Will Janowitz and Hari Leigh Produced By Rachel Nederveld and Hari Leigh DP Lowell A. Meyer CAST: Alex Hari Leigh Shirley Gayla Johnson Noah Will Janowitz Nurse 1 Andrea Cuadras NURSE KAREN Anika McFall Grandma Kerstin Alm Sick Person James Clark Nurse 3 Akul Dang Calvin Charlie Kaine Jory in Bed Michael Viera & Margaret Crable Jory Chris Cote CREW: Line Producer Molly Ortiz Unit Production Manager Sarah Winshall Production Coordinator Josh Fu 1st AC Paolo Arriola 1st AC Kevin R. Lachman Key Grip Marisa Thilman Gaffer Favienne Howsepian Sound Sam Mutch Production Design Amelia Steely Art Director Tracy Watson Hair and Makeup Artist Anna Milhouse Wardrobe Teresita Madrigal Still Photographer Gavan Dawe On Set PA's Brandon Winters Monique Salmon Executive Producer Andreas Trolf Executive Producer Max Grossman Original Score By Johanna Samuels "Jory's Song" By Jon Smith Original Poster Art By Michelle Antonisse Film Editing By James Codoyannis Co-Editor Nick Mougis Color By: Kyle Krupinski VFX Artist Adam Deyoe Animation Andrew E. Tilles Sound Mix Di Li Darrel Tung SPECIAL THANKS TO: Riel Roch-Decter Sebastian Pardo Memory David Fu On The Mark Chris Goodwin Brock Williams Johanna Hyman Martin Morse Kate Schlauch Clay Liford Lily Iserson Annie Marino SQIRL Virgil/ Normal Kim Sherman Michael Wilson Leaonard Nederveld Jody Nederveld Theresa Richardson Daley Haggar Stewart Geldon Bruce and Susan Keenan Amy and Andy Iserson Auntie Chris Osborn Breanne Thomas Charome Kaocharoen Alessandro Raimondo Almitra Corey Jen Jacobs Theresa Richardson MONEY TROLLS: Brian Mattes Jessica Koslow Tattiya Maruco Laurie Zimber BJ Porter Corinne Marshall Porter Johanna Hyman Karen Johnson Josh Slates Sarah Kramer Karen and Larry Slates Mike Rafter Linda and Drew Boughton Michael Lennox Jaleel Bunton CONTACT : [email protected]