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wrathshe · 6 months

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* Moxxie's name is short for Amoxtli ( Nahuatl / Aztec gender neutral name ). if or when she’s able to attain a proper human disguise, she’d probably go by either Aimee or A. her family’s name, Knolastname has actually been changed only recently, what with Crimson needing to cover whatever tracks they have on their legal documents. we could have gotten a good italian last name like Nicholasi or Nunziato but nOOOoo. eugh

* in my mind, Hell’s ethnicities / languages, though similar to the human worlds’, are not a carbon copy of them, so there’s a lot of nuance. hellborns are not American, Irish, Mexican, etc, because such places literally do not exist in Hell. but for simplicity’s sake, i’ll just use our own terminology. having all that said, i envision the ‘latino’ side of Wrath to be a smorgasbord of latin american cultures as a whole. due to personal preferences though, i will include a lot of references to my own culture onto Moxxie’s.

* for possible human AUs, i do not envision her to be Mexican though, so please don’t automatically assume that. latin american =/= just Mexico, as most media likes to push that narrative. other cultures exist. she will not understand Mexican slang, should a muse ever use them. i HC her mother didn’t come from the more Mexican ‘parts’ of Wrath.

* she is trilingual ! italian, spanish &. english ( or whatever Hell’s equivalent is of these languages ). if you ask what her ‘first’ language is, it’s actually both spanish &. english, as she learned them simultaneously with her mama. though she has italian down for the most part, her accent is noticeable. she leans on her spanish almost as a crutch for her italian &. though in theory these languages are similar, they are not the same, so it’s obvious. she doesn’t like to speak italian, but she will if needed.

* when flustered or angry enough she will start swearing in spanish. Moxxie's spanish is based on central american / castilian spanish : her terminology is very formal ( ‘voz’ versus ‘tu’, using ‘usted’ to refer to her elders, etc ) especially since she liked to study with books, so her overall spanish is not riddled with slang.

* Moxxie inherited a lot from her mother, physically speaking. besides the freckles, her skin-tone, her thick wavy hair though in white, even her body type. a lot of folk were interested in having Moxxie as their bride due to her beauty. because of her looks, however, Crimson essentially kept her hidden from the outside. not quite a prisoner, but very close ! she was told if she’d ever so much as look at a boy she’d get pregnant &. die. unsurprisingly, she’s very sheltered ! Mildred has taught her a lot since she left the mafia.

* despite the extremely toxic relationship her &. Crimson have, Moxxie fits the ‘daddy’s girl’ archetype almost to a T. she has a loose concept of money &. it’s value, believing sometimes in order to fix a situation, you just throw money at it &. all will be dandy. when she was young, she was surrounded by a lot of mafioso bodyguards &. sitters, as she was quite a handful to deal with !

* please note that whatever headcanons i have regarding Moxxie’s parents are not meant to be pushed onto fellow roleplayers who write these characters. these simply apply to my Moxxie &. her backstory. regarding Mama Knolastname… she is heavily inspired by Encanto’s Alma Madrigal. she fell in love with a boy in her village, however before they could elope, she’d been caught &. essentially married off to Crimson. her lover may or may not have been killed in a planned ‘accident’ &. due to her stress, miscarried the child they had. she never had love for Crimson, though surprisingly he tried extremely hard to woo her over, since he did like her. he wasn’t the nicest, after all, men don’t show their emotions or display such romantic love, but… well, he tried. during her pregnancy with Moxxie, she dreaded the unborn spawn of the monster she was forced to marry. resented it, even. but a few months after Moxxie was born… she fell in love with the babe. Crimson was so angry &. spiteful, jealous that this snot nosed brat managed to get his wife’s full attention &. love. something that she only ever gave to poor son of a bitch he had killed off. aside from that, the stupid kid was a girl, a sickly girl he had no use for. he needed a son. the fuck was he supposed to do with a stupid woman ? but well, you all know how the story goes, in canon. that’s exactly what happened for my Moxxie.

#♡ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 / about #♡ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 / mun

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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Can we get a glimpse of Evil Antonio (from the alternate Mamabel AU) shocking his family by destroying the candle right in front of them with Bruno beside him?

Hello hello!

Of course you can! I actually wrote this a while ago, but I also added onto it!

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No Mama, No Miracle.

Antonio stared at the limp body that had been impaled by metal. He didn't believe-- He didn't want to believe it.

"Mamá..." He whimpered, grabbing her hand. It was cold, too cold. Only giving more confirmation that she was dead.

Big tears poured from his eyes are he tightly held her hand, whispering her name over and over. He refused to look at her face, he just kept staring at her hand.

He sat there for what seemed like forever. First his Abuelista, then his Mamá? Though he wasn't looking, he could see the pole in his left peripheral. The tall cold metal beam was covered in red, red that should not be there.

Antonio's mind was spinning. He couldn't think straight. Too much was happening. Someone was holding his shoulder, his tio, he noticed. He also noticed several other people, small people standing around her.

He felt like he was going insane. He probably was. He truly wasn't able to produce more than one cognitive thought:

They did this.

His body shook with rage as that horrible cursed family came to his mind. Their faces made him irrationally angry. If it weren't for them, his Mamá would still be here.

"Antonio?" His herman--no. Dolores. He heard that woman, Dolores speak. Still holding his mamà's hand, he slowly turned his head, looking at the people who did this.

They all looked fine. Just fine and dandy. But his mamá, his precious mamá...

They did this.

They needed to pay.

Antonio looked at Alma, who's eyes weren't on Antonio or his mamá. His eyes shifted to see what she was looking at.

It was the candle. It was almost melted, and the flame was one blow away from going out. One thought came to his mind. It repeated over and over in his 5 year old mind.

Put it out.

Though it hurt him, he let go of his mamá and stood, walking over to the candle. His pupils dilated at the sight of it.

He hated it. He wanted it gone.

He picked it up with the gentleness only a 5 year old like him could have.

"Toñito?" Alma said, moving forward and catching the rest of the Madrigal's attention. They all saw Antonio holding the candle. "C-Can you hand me the candle nieto?" She said kindly.

Antonio stared at the woman before shifting his eyes to look at the dying flame. His pupils dilated even more as he stared at it.

"Toñito?" Alma said again. Antonio gaze flicked upward and he looked at Alma. His face twisted into one of rage, startling the woman.

Put it out.

Put.

It.

Out.

He looked directly into Alma's scared eyes. Alma saw the look he had, and she realized something:

That was not Antonio.

"If I can't have my mamá," He said in a dry voice, hoarse from screaming for so long. He raised his small hand, and it hovered over the fire. The heat was almost gone, he barely felt it. He saw the Madrigals rush foward. But they weren't fast enough.

PUT IT OUT.

His hand smashed the top of the candle, and he dug his palm into the wax. He knew they felt the magic die, as they all slumped in defeat. He raised his hand and let them see the burnt out candle.

"Then you can't have your miracle." Antonio said darkly. He crushed the wax with his hands, letting is drop to the ground as he continued to stare into Alma's horrified eyes.

That was not Antonio.

"How...how could you...How could you?!" Alma screeched, tears falling from her eyes. She looked to the side and saw Bruno, who was standing with his hands on Antonio's shoulders. "Bruno, mijo, w-why didn't you stop him?!"

Bruno looked into his mothers...no. He looked in Alma's eyes. And his face screamed hate. Disgust. Anger.

"B-Bruno?" Julieta asked, bending down to tend to her mother. The man picked up his sobrino. Antonio's eyes were filled with absolute rage--and if that wasn't enough, Parce was about 10 seconds from mauling the family.

"I hate you all." Antonio sneered with pure hate as he handed the remainder of the candle to his uncle, who held it in his palm. Alma looked up at her former son, who had a dark look over his face. His eyes were glowing a sickly, vivid green, the light casting down onto Alma's face.

"You aren't my mother," Bruno's eyes narrowed as Antonio faced darkened signifigantly. "Antonio and I aren't a part of this fore saken family." he dropped the crushed candle in front of Alma. Before Alma could reach for it, a foot crushed it. A small foot. She looked up and saw the boy with a angry jaguar next to him.

"Don't touch it. You don't deserve it." Antonio snapped, his foot digging into the candle. The family watched in shock and fear as he picked up the remains and turned it into a hard wax ball. "Parce," Antonio called to jaguar, who was baring its teeth as the Madrigals. "What do you think of this new toy I've gotten you?" He shook the wax ball before tossing it into the jaguar's mouth.

The Madrigals watch how the jaguar still seemed to obey the boy. He still had his Gift?

"Antonio, mi precious hijo," Pepa tried to coax him into coming to her.

Antonio snapped at that point. "YOU AREN'T MY MAMA!" he screeched.

Pepa reeled back and fell into her husbands arms at the boys statement. She watched as Antonio's eyes welled up, to which he swung his head away and jumped back into Bruno's arms, the man rubbing his back as the boy began to sob about how much he missed his Mamabel.

"Come on. We'll go to your mama and your siblings and we'll figure out what to do then, ok?" Bruno whispered as he carried the boy off. Parce snapped his teeth at the Madrigals before following him, leaving the chewed, balled up wax mess that was once the Madrigal miracle.

One thing the Madrigal's realized in that moment was that, those two were not Madrigals.

Those, were Vergara's.

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I hope you liked this! I actually had a lot of fun writing this, Evil Mamabel Antonio fun surprisingly fun to write for lol.

Feel free to ask more about Mamabel, Papatonio, Housebroken, or any other AU's you find on this blog!

I also take art suggestions for all aus on this blog, including Cocooned!

If you have an AU idea, send it in and I'll expand on it best I can!

#encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto bruno #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #mamabel #mamabel au #mama mirabel au #evil au #evil antonio au

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aclue-aclue · 1 year

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You gotta tell me about your other host ideas! I’m curious to know if they’re descendants of Manu or just other family members with the host family?

Sorry for the delay in responding. It took a while for me to get my thoughts into words.

Would other family members.

Since the auditions for the next host were blind castings, that means there are members of the Host family of all sizes, races, ethnicities, etc, and it's so interesting to think about. A super-powered family of benevolent manchilds scattered across the globe whose mere existence makes the world a better place.

I'll say that I owe everything to this post. It changed my life.

My Headcanon is that in the Hosts family there is a tradition of passing the torch on to various things, among these things is the yellow house, the contact with the viewer and more recently the task of taking care of Blue.

I believe this family works similar to how the Madrigal family of encanto works, they each have a special "gift" based on their interests and talents. Josh with an empathetic voice, Joe with craft manipulation, and Steve with his vision of other dimensions and other relatives would likely follow the same pattern

I still need to think a bit more about the teacher and the clown but these are the ideas I have for the Librarian, the reporter and the vet so far:

The librarian is your friendly neighborhood goth who may or may not be a witch. I'm a little torn between making them a host and making her a neighbor with a pet that goes to blue school.

Their clothes are Black + dark pink and the animal that represents them are bats 🩷🖤

They are similar to Steve in demeanor, a calm-voiced dork who is prone to daydreaming.

Their special power as a host is always knowing which object will be useful for a specific situation which is good when you're a librarian/bookseller, because you will always know which book is good for a person before they even know.

Like Josh their Handy-Dandy notebook also has a phone but for some reason it's round

Their favorite holiday is Halloween, for obvious reasons.

Their main focus as a host would be teaching the viewer how many things that seem scary aren't.

The reporter is a determined woman who can appear a little intimidating from a distance but is quite kind and goofy when you get up close.

Her main color would be orange and I'm still not sure what animal would represent her. 🧡

Her Handy-Dandy notebook is also half camera and somehow it has an internet connection.

Steve is partially why she wants to be a reporter sometimes they work together to solve mysteries (the real mystery is how they are still alive).

In addition to the camera, she also has a sound recorder, she doesn't like cell phones.

She's the type to be initially quiet, but the second you start a conversation she becomes a motor mouth. She is super excited about the things she likes.

The veterinarian is the archetype of the Disney princess, delicate and adventurous, she starts singing when she's excited, and she attracts animals when she sings.

Even if she doesn't say it, Shovel and Pail are her favorites because they have similar interests.

Her favorite color is cyan. And her stuffed animal is a lovebird. 🩵

Her special host power is controlling the speed of processes. She mainly uses it to make wounds heal faster.

She's already spent three hours on a gopher hunt, she doesn't like to talk about that day.

Think of Giselle from Enchanted as a Blue Clues host and you have her.

#blue clues #blue clues oc #veterinarian #librarian #reporter #thanks for the ask!!!#sorry if it seems messy I'm not used to writing for other people #my content tag

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theskeletonprior · 2 years

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🐱 🤝🌑 (also hi 🔪 )

Oh heyyyy (is that knife for me? Thanks!) Thanks for the ask, as well!

RAVENOT

🐱 - What are the animals like? Pets? Local fauna?

I'm still worldbuilding, so I don't know too much about distinctive animal life. But I do have Dandelion, who is more of a companion, than a pet. It occurred to me that to do what he does, Ravenot would need a way to carry a variety of supplies. And that's where Dandy comes in. Dandelion is a huge black bull, 6ft tall at the shoulder, best resembling an aurochs. He's sweet as anything, loves treats, and is cleverer than some people (though he understands only the language of the Dead). When the path becomes too treacherous or too narrow, or when greater haste is required, Dandelion can dissipate into smoke, which Ravenot keeps in a five-sided periapt with crisp edges, each one set with a dandelion enlaid in gold.

🤝 - How do the characters meet? (antagonist included!)

Senai meets Ravenot for the first time when she's only a child. She lives in a house by a creek, where Ravenot has come to wait for a shade to rise up, in order to quell it before it does any harm. But it does do harm. She meets Madrigal (who I haven't spoken about) shortly after her first encounter with Ravenot, who comes at the behest of the Order of Balances to help her cope with the aftermath. (The shade does quite the number on little Senai, you see.) Senai also meets [redacted] in her dreams, because he detected someone who had survived a shadestrike (quite rare) and thought that merited a conversation. [redacted] is a little bastard.

SUGAR O'ER THE DEVIL

🌑 - Is there reoccurring symbolism? Motifs?

I've ripped this whole thing from good old Willy Shakes, and this bad boy? Can fit so much reoccurring symbolism in it. I'm still shovelling it in. The bloody hands, the lambskin, the architecture of Hell. The moving forests, the haunting daggers in the air, and in men's smiles? You can bet I'll be leveraging all of that.

Get to know the WIP asks!

#asks in the Priory #wip: RAVENOT #wip: sugar oer the devil

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lostinthewoods-kristoff · 5 months

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November 26 -- The Final Labor

Unshaken

Kristoff and the gang retrieve one of their own, and make a new friend along the way. Tags: cowboy au, red dead redemption 2 au, gun use, mentions of death, allusions to prostituation, wild west stuff yknow

find a hand dandy google doc with the story and everyone's horses here, because it's important to me <3 the one shot by itself is below the cut!

“This is real goddamn stupid,” Hera said, leaning forward until she could rest her arms on the pommel of her saddle. She cast her gaze out of the ridge, shaking her head. “Even for you ‘n Doc. Real goddamn stupid.”

Alright, Kristoff could admit that he didn’t know this was what they were signing up for. Ever since the raid in Blackwater had gone south, Johnny’d been locked up, presumably by the sheriff. No one had mentioned that it was Pinkertons that had him, and no one had mentioned that there’d be about a million of ‘em. They stood at the top of the ravine, peering down at the river below. The barge that held their prisoner was moving slowly downstream, men on horses following along on the riverbanks.

“Are we sure he’s even worth it?” Copper asked, looking around the group. “Are we even sure they have ‘im?”

Kristoff glanced over his shoulder at Félix, who nodded. “My intel’s good, hermano.”

That did settle Kristoff a little. Félix had left their group almost a decade ago, when Kristoff had been just a moody teenager. But Félix had fallen in love, and wanted to chase his sweetheart, make an honest go of things. It was a little difficult, apparently, to go cold turkey — Félix had been running them jobs every now and again for years.

Kristoff shifted in his saddle, causing Sven to shift his weight from one foot to the other. He raised a hand, patting the old Hungarian Halfbred on the neck.

“We’ll follow the boat to where they’re unloading him.” He begin, the plan unfolding in his mind. “Félix’ll go ahead and make a distraction. Me ‘n Copper’ll pick off the ones we can on the ground, quiet-like.” He looked at Hera, and the rifle slung over her back. Good think she’d used her share of last month’s bank robbery to buy a scope. “Hera’ll find a high spot on the other side of the creek to pick ‘em off once we inevitably make some noise and they cotton onto us.”

He looked around, glancing at the rest of the group. No dissent was about as good as they were gonna get, so he nodded to Hera, who took off on Hathor towards the slope further along the cliff-face.

“She’s not happy,” Félix remarked cheerily, as the silvery-blue of Hathor’s coat and the bright-red shock of Hera’s loose hair disappeared over the edge of the ravine.

“She doesn’t like Johnny,” Copper explained.

“She doesn’t like anyone.” Kristoff shrugged. They’d picked Hera up when she’d been Mrs Alexander, a woman terrified and freezing, turfed out in the snow after some redneck thieves killed her husband and raided her house. She’d been the first woman to join the group, and they’d all figured she’d be good for making house. She was, as it turned out, better with a rifle. “Alright, Madrigal. Get going.”

Félix gave a nod, urging Parce into a trot. The Appaloosa snickered unhappily, but started off regardless.

“Where we leavin’ the horses?” Copper asked, looking over to Kristoff. Kristoff didn’t know how he always ended up de facto leader when Doc wasn’t around – he supposed he’d been around the longest, save for Félix, who wasn’t enough of a member of their group anymore to have any real authority.

“We’ll leave ‘em up here.” He decided after a moment, slinging his rifle over his shoulder before he slipped down from the saddle. “They’ll follow along, no doubt.”

Copper nodded, patting his holsters to make sure he had his pistols before he swung down from Chief’s tall back. He patted him on the neck a few times and then nodded to Kristoff, who rubbed a hand over Sven’s dark nose before he started down the path Félix had just crossed.

The barge with Johnny and his retinue of guards had drifted downstream, no doubt already at the dock by now, but there were guards posted all along the route. Madrigal was already at the bottom, his horse trudging through the water; he’d swung the small guitar on his back round to his front, and was strumming it seemingly randomly, singing a song Kristoff couldn’t understand in a language he didn’t know. The guards turned to look at him as Parce waded through the water, and though they were too far away to hear what was going on, Kristoff knew the guards were telling him to hurry along.

Félix led them away a little, their backs to the two men as they descended the path towards them. It would be a quick job, quiet; a decent knock to the head, at worst a knife to the throat. There and gone before anyone knew they’d been there.

Félix had begun to serenade them, responding in Spanish and faux broken English when the guards began to raise their voices. Kristoff glanced to Copper, nodding for him to take the right, and Kristoff the left. Kristoff used the butt of his rifle, sending the guard falling back into the shallows at the edge of the water. A second splash told him Copper had done his job, too – Kristoff was about to urge them up the hill when a shot rang out, echoing down the ravine.

“So much for that!” Félix cried, clinging to Parce’s reins when the horse reared.

“You get outta here,” Kristoff called to him. “We can handle it.”

More shots and shouts, men hurrying out from the hills ahead, guns raised. Kristoff didn’t know why he bothered; he dove for cover along with Copper as Félix turned, following the water north.

“Hera was right, this is real goddamn stupid!” Copper yelled over the sound of gunfire, poking his head up every now and again from the boulder he’d hidden behind, taking aim and firing in a second.

“Yeah, I know,” Kristoff grumbled, slipping a few more shells into his rifle before he ducked around the side of the craggy outcropping he was using for cover. He was about to shoot the hand off some Pinkerton when the guy crumpled into a pile, wheezing his last. Over his shoulder, on the edge of the other cliff, Kristoff saw Hera with her rifle raised, head cocked so she could use the scope. He gave her a nod in thanks, and then hurried up the hill to the next spot.

It didn’t take them long to get further up the hill; faster than if they’d tried to do things quietly, but Doc wouldn’t be happy with the amount of Pinkertons they’d left dead in their wake. Kristoff was starting to question whether or not Johnny was worth it now, but he forged ahead anyways, cursing when a bullet grazed his cheek.

“We should’a had more guns,” Copper commented breathlessly, as they ran up the hill and into the camp the guards had set up. According to Félix’s intel, they had been planning to hold him there until the afternoon, at which point he was to be taken up by horse and cart to the nearest town for a speedy trial and no doubt a lengthy prison sentence. A few days in jail would probably do Johnny some good, in Kristoff’s opinion, but hopefully being held captive by Pinkertons for a few weeks would do the trick as well.

“We don’t need ‘em.” Kristoff said, not sure how much he actually believed it as the shooting started up again.

It was a lot more men than they had anticipated; Kristoff was starting to worry about the number of shells he had left, even when he saw Hera round the back of the camp, picking off their enemies from behind. When the last one fell the ensuing silence was marred by the ringing in Kristoff’s ears. He couldn’t see Johnny anywhere, and for a moment, fear rose in his throat – what if they’d decided to damn their orders and off the annoying bastard before they got there, and all of this had been for nothing?

“Anyone got eyes on ‘im?” Kristoff called.

Copper stood up, putting his pistol back in the holster on his hip. “Not me.”

“I got ‘im!” Hera called. Kristoff followed the sound of her voice, rounding the back of a tree, its trunk twice the width that he was, which was why he hadn’t seen it initially: the man hanging upside down, a rope tied around both ankles, an old sack secured over his head. Johnny swung this way and that, apparently having tried to wriggle free whilst the shooting had gone on.

Kristoff yanked the bag off his head and Johnny squinted in the sunlight, grinning. “There he is! Look at you, grumpy old fucker, I knew you’d come to rescue me!”

“How come it’s always you getting yourself into trouble, English?” Kristoff asked.

Copper appeared over his shoulder. “Are we gonna cut ‘im down?”

“I like him better like this,” Hera commented.

Johnny looked between the assembled party. “Cheralynne, sweetheart, you look even better from this angle. How’d you do it?”

He was too high up to be cut down without one of them shimmying up the tree, so Kristoff raised his pistol and shot at the rope, letting Johnny fall to the ground in an undignified heap.

“That was unnecessary,” He complained, scowling at Kristoff as Copper crouched to cut the rope at his wrists and his ankles.

Kristoff shrugged his shoulders. “Seemed like the only way to do it. Hera, did you have any better ideas?”

“I would’a aimed a little lower.” She muttered, whistling for the horses.

Hathor, Sven and Chief plodded dutifully into camp, thankfully without a scratch on any of them. Kristoff paused as the others swung themselves into their saddles, Copper holding a hand out for Johnny so that he could seat himself on Chief’s back.

“You not comin’?” Hera asked, glancing down at Kristoff.

“I’m gonna have a quick look around.” Kristoff said. “See if there’s anythin’ worth pickin’ up.”

“Alright.” Hera nodded. “But be quick. That weren’t quiet - they’ll have back-up on the way.”

“I know, I know,” Kristoff grumbled. “Go on - I’ll meet you back at camp.”

Johnny gave him a cheerful wave, already starting to chatter about his time in confinement as Chief and Hathor were urged away through the forest. Kristoff knew he didn’t have long; he searched a few of the tents, picked a few pockets, and by the time he heard the whisper of voices on the hill leading up from the river he was gone, Sven’s heavy hooves thundering across the ground.

~*~

He was probably about ten minutes out from the hidden entrance to their camp when he heard the shouting.

“Let me go! Ain’t you got any respect for a lady!?”

“Quiet!”

None of his business, probably. Except that he could see them as their paths crossed – the two men, maybe bounty hunters, maybe not, with the young girl hogtied and slung over the back of one of their horses.

She was wriggling like hell, but she didn’t seem as frightened as a woman of fine society should be. And that was definitely how she looked– her dress looked expensive, her hair well-done, even if it was a little messy from all the wriggling she’d been doing. She certainly didn’t look like a criminal.

“You’ve got the wrong woman!” She said, trying again to squirm her way out of her bonds. “I don’t know who this Bonfamille is, but do you really think a murderess would go ‘round in a dress like this? Look at my boots, they’re–”

“I told you, quiet!” The man whose horse she had been flung over reached a hand back, smacking her across the face.

Alright, Kristoff thought. Maybe it is my business.

He urged Sven to hurry up until they could catch up. The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw someone approaching. “Sir! Mister! Help! They’ve got the wrong girl! They’ve–”

“Keep it moving,” The bounty hunter glared. “We’re transporting a wanted criminal, here.”

“That’s not me,” The girl cried, tears starting to fall as she looked at Kristoff. “Please, sir–”

Another smack, harder than the last. Kristoff sighed. They just couldn’t make it easy for him, could they?

Two shots later he lifted her off the back of the horse, setting her down on the ground as gently as he could. “Don’t worry, miss,” He said, pulling out his knife slowly. “I’m gonna set those bonds loose, then we can get you where you need t’ go, alright?”

“Thank you,” She sniffled, holding still whilst Kristoff sliced through the ropes that held her. “Those men, they– they wouldn’t listen–” She said, holding her wrists up for Kristoff to cut the rope there too. “They thought I was a criminal–”

It was pretty quick, when it happened. He unbound her ankles and she kicked up with both feet, hitting him square in the chest, sending him onto his back. He was winded; in the time it took him to get to his feet again, staggering, she’d pulled the pistol from his belt. She pointed it at him, her eyes narrowed. The tears had stopped, and her hand never shook. Slowly, Kristoff raised both hands.

“--’n they were right.”

Kristoff looked her over. She was small, slight. Certainly looked well dressed, but maybe that was part of her act? Even he had a suit in the trunk back at camp that only ever came out when the job required it.

“Take it you’re Marie Bonfamille?” He said. Now that she wasn’t sobbing, the accent was clear. He’d heard all about the band of siblings, a girl and her two brothers, wanted for theft, larceny and fraud. Wanted for murder now, too, judging by the bounty posters he’d seen a few towns over. “This where your brothers come out the trees ‘n shoot me?”

“My brothers are in jail,” She said between gritted teeth. “‘n I ain’t joinin’ ‘em. I’m gettin’ ‘em out.”

“I can help you with that.” Kristoff said, ignoring her mirthless laugh. “Me ‘n my group. Wilis Tibbs - you heard of ‘im?”

Marie paused. Her aim never shifted, but he saw the cogs turning. “You’re part of Tibbs’ gang?”

Kristoff cocked his head, as if to say, sure am.

“You’re Bjorgman.” Marie surmised.

“Glad we’ve heard of each other,” Kristoff said, trying for a little levity.

“How do I know you’ll help me?” Marie asked, unable to hide the desperate twinge to her voice. “How do I know you won’t just turn me in? I know the price on my head. I know what I’m worth, ‘n it’s a lot more than you.”

Kristoff let his hands fall. He had a feeling they were on even footing, now. “If I turn you in they’re only gonna try to book me, too. I don’t know ‘bout you, but I don’t wanna go to jail today.”

Marie sniffed. “You ever been to St. Denis?”

“Never that far south, no,” Kristoff said.

Marie nodded. “It’s nice this time’a year. Mardi Gras.”

“Sounds worth a visit.”

Marie took a deep breath, and then lowered the pistol. She held it out to him, holding it by the barrel. For someone so young, she seemed mighty comfortable around a weapon.

“Dauphine!” She called, adding a whistle to the end. A white Arabian trotted out from the bushes; she had been hanging back, waiting for her mistress to call her. Marie took the horse’s reins, pressing a kiss to her nose before she looked back at Kristoff. “Alright then, Bjorgman. Take me to the man in charge.”

“With pleasure, ma’am,” Kristoff nodded, hopping back in the saddle and leading the way back to camp.

~*~

Doc was waiting for them when they returned, the horses forging the way through the foliage that kept the camp hidden from the main road.

“My boy, you’re back– and you brought a friend.”

Tibbs – Doc, for the most part, on account of his having been a doctor before he’d turned to a life of shoot-outs and looting – looked Marie up and down as she tied Dauphine to one of the posts next to Diana. Doc’s horse wasn’t used to sharing its rations; she snickered, her chestnut nose nudging the Arabian’s snow-white neck.

“This is Marie Bonfamille,” Kristoff said. He glanced over Doc’s shoulder; they were setting up for a party. Copper and Hera were hauling crates of whiskey and beer, lifted from their last job, onto the various tables set up around camp, whilst Cora fished her fiddle out from one of the trunks. Marie must’ve noticed, too. She glanced around the camp, and then looked at Tibbs, smoothing out her skirt.

“I didn’t mean to crash your party.” She said. “Your boy here said you could help me.”

Tibbs looked at Kristoff for a moment, their usual silent communication. Tibbs had picked Kristoff up when he was just a boy, when Doc had been barely a man himself. They’d both been new to the outlaw way of life back then, but they’d made their way together. Félix had joined them, after a couple years. Then Copper, and Johnny. Hera, just two winters ago. Cora was their most recent edition, a girl sold into a life of giving her body away who decided to take her fate back into her own hands, with the help of a few bullets and a pretty handy dagger. They were a good group, but no one had been around as long as Kristoff and Doc had, and Tibbs knew that if Kristoff had offered Marie something, then he had good reason to do it.

“Let’s have a talk,” Tibbs said evenly, looking to Marie. “We’ll see what we can do.”

Kristoff gave a grateful nod as Marie took a deep breath.

“For now, though, enjoy the festivities!” Tibbs said, throwing an arm towards where Cora had wheedled Copper into playing the only song he knew on the fiddle so that she and Félix could dance. Johnny already had a drink in his hand, gripping the bottle of beer by the neck, saying something to Hera that made her roll her eyes. “We’ve had one of our own return to us tonight.” He explained. The firelight reflected in Marie’s dark eyes; she didn’t seem like she wanted to celebrate, but there was no moving Tibbs to business when he’d already decided on a celebration. “You can stay, get to know us a little, and we’ll talk business in the morning.”

“My brothers’ll hang before long.” Marie said, looking back at Tibbs with a hard stare.

“In the next twelve hours?” He asked. He knew he had her there. “Alright then. Have a drink. Or get some rest. We’ll talk at first light.”

She nodded, trudging off towards the table where the drinks had been set up. She picked up a bottle of whiskey, threw the cap to the ground, and took a swig.

“You sure about that?” Tibbs asked Kristoff, looking over at him.

“She’s a hell of a fighter.” Kristoff said. “If her brothers have half the fight she does, they’d be a good addition to the group.”

“Who says they’re gonna wanna join us?”

“Two outta three of ‘em got picked up and put in jail. They’ll want help. Safety in numbers.” Kristoff figured.

Tibbs chuckled softly. “You’re smarter than I give you credit for.”

“Kristoff!” Cora called. She had abandoned her dancing, already breathless and pink cheeked as she ran over to him. “You gotta take over from Copper on the music. It won’t be a proper party ‘til you do.”

“Go on,” Tibbs nodded, chuckling at the way Cora tugged at Kristoff’s hand. “I’ll join you shortly. Got some new information today. Might have a plan - maybe those Bonfamilles can help, if we can get ‘em out.”

“You want my help?”

“Nah,” Tibbs shook his head. “We’ll talk business in the morning.”

Kristoff nodded. He wasn’t sure he wanted to celebrate, after the day he’d had. He sort of just wanted to collapse into bed. But he followed Cora anyways, because Johnny was already halfway to drunk and standing on a chair, swaying dangerously close to the fire.

“I just wanted to say a big thank you! Thank you to the Pinkertons, for not killing me, and giving me a very cool scar.” He pointed to the small cut on his cheek that most definitely was not going to scar. “And thank you to my saviours! Kristoff, Hera, Copper, you beautiful people–”

“Get down, English.” Kristoff shook his head, taking a seat and accepting the guitar he was handed. “If you fall in that fire ‘m not puttin’ you out.”

“I know you don’t mean that,” Johnny grinned, yelping as Hera grabbed the back of his waistcoat and pulled him to the floor.

Kristoff started up with one of the many songs he’d picked up over the years, jaunty enough for people to dance, with lyrics silly enough to get everyone laughing – though not Marie, he noticed. She sat to one side, staring at the flames as they flickered, occasionally sipping from the bottle in her hand. In the morning, Kristoff reminded himself. She wouldn’t have long to wait before they started making plans. For now he strummed away at the guitar in his lap, music drifting up into the starry night sky.

#swynwrimo2023 #swynwrimo

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peppermint-joys · 2 years

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Can someone give Bruno a dog? A faithful friend that forces him to go outside and get some fresh air. A larger fury companion for him to snuggle with when the days are just too much. A loyal companion that’ll snarl at any one who means to do him harm.

#give bruno a therapy dog #an emotional support pet #rats are fine and dandy #but he’ll they’re small #encanto #encanto spoilers #disney encanto #bruno #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto

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magicalencanto · 2 years

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⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Camilo being in love with a girl with butterfly wings ❞

✎ ⁞ Camilo Madrigal x Female! Reader with butterfly wings

✎ ⁞ requested by @bxnnygirl

✎ ⁞ date: 26.12.2021

You were a little miracle. Born with two small pair of wings on your small back, softly fluttering when you were moving around.

Your parents, although taken aback, fell in love with the second they saw you. And your wings? In their eyes, it had only made you even more special than you already were.

Since they were living in Encanto since the very begging of it, news quickly spread around the towns people about your special attribute. Naturally, people grew interested in you, especially the members of Madrigal family.

Alma Madrigal visited your parents personally, to see you with her own eyes. Even if she didn't let it show, because of her cold and collected attitude, she was fascinated by the sight of your small wings. Naturally, she did a little investigation about that matter, because she wanted to know how it was possible for someone from outside her family to be given a gift.

In the end, neither she, nor your parents found anything. All they could do was to accept the fact that you were just a special case.

Unlike many may think, you had normal childhood. Your past memories were filled with nothing but happiness. Your parents gave you all their love and so, you grew up to be a sweet girl yourself.

In school, you've made great friends, but your best friend was no one other than Camilo Madrigal himself.

The chameleon of Madrigal family just happened to be the same age as you. That's why you shared classes with him.

It started innocently, with both of you being fascinated with each other because if your powers. But then, after you showed of your gifts to each other, you discovered that it wasn't just a childish fascination, but something deeper. You wanted to get to know each other, to become friends.

And friends did you become. A great ones too. The friendship you had, was precious and one of the kind. Anyone looking at you two could tell.

And everything was fine and dandy, until you've reached your teenager years. That's when everything changed.

Puberty hit both of you hard. And I mean, hard. Camilo became a handsome boy, with soft curls and charming personality. His gift grew with him, allowing him to change into others with more precision and faster.

You too, grew like a true butterfly that you were. From a simple caterpillar, you blossomed into a true beauty, with even more beautiful wings. And even if you didn't notice that, people around surely did.

❝ Isn't (name) truly beautiful? ❞

❝ Yes, she is. And with her wings, she looks like the most beautiful butterfly. ❞

But Camilo was a special case. He not only notice your change in appearance but also discovered that his heart started beating faster at the mere thought of you. Of course, at first, he ignored it, blaming it on something random. But...the problem began when those feelings didn't change. With every day and interaction, his heart started to beat faster around you and his face started to feel really warm around you.

It only striked him one night, when he was laying in his bed. All the stories his parents had told him about how they fell in love and their feelings to each other. Camilo compared the descriptions given to him to his own feelings and the conclusion drew itself.

The boy was in l o v e. With his best friend. Who had butterfly wings. And was the most kindest and fairest person in Encanto.

That night, Camilo didn't sleep a wink. He couldn't. With all this new informations, his thoughts were running miles per minute. But they had one thing in common. You.

As if something had switched inside him, whenever he thought about you, all Camilo saw was your beautiful self. You soft skin, amazing eyes, pretty hair and those beautiful wings.

❝ Mi Mariposa is so pretty... ❞

Camilo thought with lovestruck face, sighing longingly. At this point, he was gone. Poof! Bye cocky Camilo! Welcome soft boy whipped for a girl!

So yeah, since that moment, Camilo turned into a shy boy around you. Whenever you met or hanged out around each other, he turned into a puddle. Blushing, stuttering and nervous fidgeting became a normal basis for him.

Let me tell you, the amount of squealing and lovely dovely muttering Dolores had heard from her little brother, made her realize that she wasn't as romantic person a she thought to be.

Of course, even when nervous, he tries his best to woo you. It could be by helping you around the town, giving you small but meaningful things or sweetly complementing you. This whipped boy did everything for you. Because you were his Mariposa and love of his life.

To be honest, he was ready to skip the whole dating stage and marry you on the spot. Because he saw you as his beautiful and kind wife. There was no one else for him.

But you're probably curious, how Camilo actually confessed to you?

The answer is very simple.

He didn't. It was you, who had actually confessed first. During one of celebrations in Encanto, when the moment was right, you took him aside and let your feelings out.

Camilo was too stunned to speak. Your words barely reached his ears, as his wide eyes were staring at your blushing face and your soft wings fluttering behind you. Only when he had realized, that you were waiting for him to react, did he know that it was not in fact a dream but reality.

So without another word, he took you in his arms and sweetly kissed you, while fireworks blew behind you.

❝ I love you too, Mi Mariposa ❞ Camilo whispered, while pulling away from the kiss, smiling brightly, like a true sunshine that he was.

⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Bonus ❞

After the confession, you got a matching jewelry. It was Camilo's idea to add a butterfly charm to his jewelery and a chameleon charm to yours.

This boy loved to watch you fly. You were so graceful and beautiful, he could stare at you for hours.

About your wings, only after a few years did you allowed him to touch them. It was because they were very sensitive and soft. So after you explained to him why no one was allowed to touch them, did he understood. And when you actually allowed him to touch them? Camilo felt so honoured, like he was awarded the highest honours and man could get.

While touching your wings, he was very careful. You shivered slightly feeling his touch but allowed him to do it. And let me tell you, Camilo never touched anything softer than your wings.

And that event, my dear readers, fully confirmed that the wedding between you two would become a reality.

Dolores called dibs on being your maid of honor.

(Mirabel was ready to pick a fight with her) (She was still salty after that dinner incident)

#camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal headcanons #camilo madrigal imagines #camilo madrigal #encanto #encanto headcanons #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #headcanons #imagines #x reader #camilo encanto #encanto camilo #camilo x reader #camilo headcanons #female reader #fem reader #magicalencanto✨

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gh0steater · 2 years

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| it’s just me

| its just me

| warnings: periods

camilo madrigal x reader with periods

word count: 599

You had been isolating yourself all week, your siblings were annoying, you got your period, what else could be wrong?

Well, because of your isolation, and Camilo’s annoying tendency to give you space when you need it, you hadn’t seen him in four days, which was a lot for the two of you. But you weren’t 100% sure you wouldn’t blow up on him if he came, so you didn’t risk it.

Camilo on the other hand, was freaking out. At first, he was scared, did something happen to you, if you were ok, or if you were mad at him. Then he pulled out his handy dandy ‘Calendar of [Name] !’, which had all of your important dates written on it, as well as your period dates. That’s right. Camilo was tracking your period, and hey, he was being nice.

So, as he realized this, he ‘borrowed’ a flower basket from Dolores, and filled it up with his Tia Julieta’s famous arepas, some roses from Isabela, and a handwritten letter.

It read,

Dear [Name], I miss you a lot, Mija, and I’m so sorry you’re in pain. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help! I love you!

Camilo

He put them all in the basket, tied it off with a yellow bow, and dropped it off on your front door.

As the sun set, Camilo walked home, already planning how to help you next. Some would say he’s too dedicated, but Camilo liked to see himself as the ideal boyfriend, and that’s how it would stay.

After using the bathroom, you walked out and saw a familiar basket on your desk. It was the same one Dolores carried to collect flowers, so obviously it was from your boyfiedn. Just looking at the neatly tied bow brought a rare smile to your face, and you eagerly sat down on your bad to open it.

Falling back on the old creaky bed, you gently unwrapped it, leaving the bow for later, and took out the delicious smelling arepas, which you immediately recognized as Camilo’s Tia Julieta’s. You took a bite of one, and continued opening it. Next, you saw your favorite pink roses collecting on the bottom, and the aroma mixed with the scent of the arepas filled the room, like free candles.

You took another bite and put one rose in your hair, placing the basket to your side. A shiny light caught the corner of your eye, and you saw a silver sticker holding closed an envelope signed, ‘Camilo M.’. You laughed and your eyes shown. You were about to open it, but you heard an odd shuffling in the hallway. You looked back and saw your mom anxiously looking around. “Ugh..” You got up and sighed. “Do you need something, mama?” She glanced at you, a weird look in her eyes, and walked in and shut the door behind her.

Your eyebrows scrunched. Taking a few steps back, you glanced at her. “Seriously, mama, I told you I don’t feel good, what do you need?”

Then, like magic, she transformed into none other than Camilo, the one and only. “Don’t worry, it’s just me!” He had his hands up in defense.

You laughed and had to hold your stomach from the pain, which, frankly, was a lot. “Camilo! You should have just come in!” He just rolled his eyes and moved forward to gently embrace you. “I don’t know if you looked out the window, [Nickname], but its past curfew.” He smiled and held you, stroking your hair.

And now, everything was ok.

#encanto #encanto oneshot #encanto disney #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #encanto drabble #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #fem!reader #male!reader #gn!reader #encanto imagine #imagine #imagines

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"Hold still, love."

Maddie squirms impatiently as Sanson works, braiding delicate, tiny white blossoms into the little girl's dark hair, weaving it into a crown. She's eager to join the Little Ladies' Day festivities, eager to be a princess for a day (as though she's ever not been treated like a princess a day in her life, Guydelot thinks), and less eager to sit still for the preparations - but she settles, knocking her heels against the legs of her chair but otherwise sitting perfectly still.

Guydelot observes the preparations from a loveseat in the corner, feeling woefully out of place, but honored to be included - included by virtue of Sanson being the only person capable of getting Madrigal to behave for more than five minutes at a time, but included nonetheless.

"So you're the lovely lady's seneschal for the day, is that it?" Guydelot teases, grinning, as he plucks a quiet little tune. "Lucky you."

"Lucky us." Sanson flicks a flower his way. "Did you think you were invited only to be window dressing?"

Guydelot catches the little flower with one deft hand, tucking it behind his ear. Maddie giggles; he makes a face at her, which only serves to make her laugh harder, clapping. "You know? I sort of did," he replies. "But sure, I reckon she can have a pair of doting dandies."

Corralling his young niece, Sanson gently settles her back against the chair, resuming his work on her hair. Guydelot watches: Sanson works quickly but carefully, patient so as to not pull Maddie's hair; he wears a small frown of concentration - far softer than the one Guydelot is familiar with. He knows without asking that this is a side of Sanson few ever see: something gentle, something domestic, something he keeps shielded, close to his heart.

Guydelot's heart blooms like the flower over his ear.

"You're good at that," he observes.

"Hm?" Sanson glances up at him, then back down. "Braiding?"

"Aye." He resumes playing the harp, a thoughtful melody. "Not the sort of skill I'd've expected from you, Sanson the Stiff."

The nickname, once a barb, now teases the smallest of smiles onto Sanson's lips. "I wore my hair braided when I was younger, when it was long. When we were younger, all three of us enjoyed braiding each other's hair... I suppose it's a skill one never loses." Satisfied with Maddie's updo, he pats her shoulder, turning her loose to go admire herself in the mirror - which she does, twirling in place to try to see the hairstyle all at once.

Sanson watches her with rueful affection. "She reminds me of Melody at that age."

"She's a good deal sweeter than her mother."

"Aye, and Matron willing, she'll stay that way," Sanson replies, joining Guydelot on the loveseat. The bard sets his harp aside to drape an arm over Sanson's shoulders. With a grateful sigh, Sanson leans against him. "She's enough of a handful as she is."

Guydelot grins. "You adore that handful."

With a wry smile, Sanson lifts his head to plant a brief kiss on Guydelot's jaw. "I seem to adore handfuls," he replies, "as a general rule."

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #my writing #LITTLE LADIES' DAY IS LIVE have a maddie

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La Canción de mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 40: Snapshots

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Read this story on AO3 here!

Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Overall Fic Rating: Explicit (for smut)

Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Natalia Moreno (Original Female Character)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal Natalia Moreno, Original Characters, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal

Chapter Summary: Natalia surprises Mirabel with a gift.

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A little over a month had passed since Natalia and Bruno’s big news. Natalia woke up just before the sun rose one morning, her and Bruno’s room still dark. She looked over at her husband sleeping beside her and smiled, sad that she couldn’t spend the rest of the day cuddled up with him.

She crawled out of their bed without waking him, and headed down the hallway to freshen up and start her day.

She got ready for work and headed down the stairs. She glanced over and saw Mirabel in the dining room, making herself some tea.

“Good morning Mira!” Natalia said with a wave.

“Morning tía!”

Natalia walked over, giving Mirabel a one-armed hug over her shoulders.

“How are you this morning?”

“A bit groggy, honestly.” Mirabel said, her voice still sleepy. “Hoping this tea helps. How are you? Feeling okay?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Natalia replied, smiling affectionately at her. “Hey, do you have any plans this afternoon?”

Mirabel shook her head. “Nope, why?”

“Want to come shopping with me after the bakery closes this afternoon? I have to grab some ingredients for the week, but we can just have some girl time and do some browsing beforehand. I’ve been cooped up inside all week, I need some fresh air.”

“Absolutely, I’d love that!”

“We don’t get enough Natalia and Mirabel time just the two of us, so thanks for letting me steal you for a bit.”

“I love our girl time!” Mirabel said. “Do you want me to come by the bakery at 3 today then?”

“That’d be perfect. I know you’ll tell someone in the family but can please you let your tío Bruno know too that we’ll be out together after work so he doesn’t worry?”

“Of course! No problem.”

Natalia kissed Mirabel on the side of her head. “Thank you kindly! Have a good day, I’ll see you this afternoon!”

“You too, bye Nati!”

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It was a normal day at the bakery, and Natalia was happy to see Mirabel’s smiling face come through the door at the bakery’s closing time.

“There’s my beautiful niece brightening my doorway!”

“Hi tía! Oh my goodness, it smells even better in here than normal. What is that? Smells like...bananas?”

“Ah, you know just the compliments to go straight to my heart. I made a few loaves of banana walnut bread about an hour and a half ago, it’s best on the second day so I prep it the day before I want to sell it.”

“Your banana nut muffins are tío Bruno’s favorite, right?”

“They are! Nice memory. It’s a very similar recipe, just in loaf cake form.”

“Are...any of your chocolate chip muffins still available?” Mirabel asked, attempting to mask her anticipatory excitement.

“They wouldn’t have been if I didn’t set one aside for you this morning.” Natalia said with a knowing smile, handing Mirabel a paper bag with her name and a heart written on it.

“You’re the best, thank you!!!” Mirabel exclaimed, excitedly opening the bag and taking a bite out of her muffin.

“I admit to cheating a bit, when I first started dating your tío I wrote down all of the Madrigals favorite desserts as I learned them and kept a handy dandy guide on me.”

“That’s not cheating, that’s just being thorough!”

“I knew I liked you.” Natalia teased.

“I’m curious now." Mirabel said in between bites. "What’s Dolores’ favorite dessert?”

“Chocolate eclairs. She goes absolutely nuts for them. A close second for her are cream puffs, which are essentially just mini eclairs anyway.”

“Interesting! And Isabela’s?”

“Blueberry anything, but blueberry pie specifically.”

“Good choice. Last one for now, I swear. Tío Félix?”

“Snickerdoodles. He’s a cinnamon fiend.”

“Wow, what a previously untapped wealth of knowledge I’ve gained access to!” Mirabel laughed.

“A way to a person’s heart is through their stomach, my dear.” Natalia replied with a smile, crossing her arms. “I know better than anyone that it is always so helpful to know what foods people love!”

“True! How about you, what’s your favorite dessert?”

“Me? Hmm, that’s tough. But if I absolutely had to just pick one thing, I am a sucker for chocolate chip cookies. There’s something so magical about a properly done, fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookie that just makes my heart so happy.”

“Mmm, yes. Great choice.”

Natalia looked over the bakery, checking that everything was in place before they left.

“Okay, I think we’re set.” She said, grabbing her keys off the counter. “Estás lista para ir?”

Mirabel nodded with a big smile.

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Natalia and Mirabel browsed the busiest marketplace in the Encanto at a relaxed pace, filled with stalls and brick-and-mortar shops. They had picked up some odds and ends during their visit so far, but mostly just spent the time enjoying each other's company, chatting, and browsing.

The two of them passed by a storefront that, to Natalia’s surprise, stopped Mirabel dead in her tracks.

The display that had caught Mirabel's attention so quickly belonged to a photography shop, one that sold cameras and developed film.

Mirabel’s eyes were locked on a beautiful champagne colored camera in the window display, the edges of it glimmering in the sunlight.

“Ooh, that camera is so pretty.” Natalia said.

“Isn’t it?” Mirabel replied with a loving sigh.

“I had no idea you were interested in photography, Mira.”

“Oh yeah, I think it’s absolutely fascinating. Last year I chatted with a friend who owned a camera all about photography and I haven’t been able to get it off my mind since.”

“Let’s go inside and take a look!” Natalia said, heading in front and walking through the door.

“Wait, no we don’t have to–" Mirabel began, but by the time she got her words out Natalia was already inside.

“Hello ladies!” A young woman working at the front counter said, smiling at them.

“Hi there!” Natalia replied, smiling back at her.

“My name’s Aly. Was there anything I can help you with today?”

“My niece was just admiring that gorgeous camera in the window there. Would she be able to take a look at it?“

Mirabel was completely enraptured, looking at the room around her filled with different types of cameras.

“Ah the Finetta 88, claro!” Aly said. “I have a non-display one in the back room here, let me grab it.”

She returned with the camera and handed it to Mirabel, an awed expression in her sparkling eyes. The camera felt very sturdy and well made in her hands.

“It’s gorgeous.” Mirabel said softly.

“It’s got all the latest features.“ Aly began. “Viewfinder, interchangeable lens, four different shutter speeds, aluminum construction. A real winner in every category.”

“Do you need previous photography experience to best use it?” Natalia asked.

“Nope, that’s another big plus for this model. Totally beginner friendly. The instruction manual tells you everything you need to know, and I’m of course happy to help with any questions you have as well.”

“Do you love it, Mira?” Natalia asked, smiling affectionately at her.

“Yes, it’s incredible.” Mirabel said, looking through the camera’s viewfinder with a huge smile on her face.

“Perfect, then it’s yours.” Natalia said, looking over at Aly. “We’ll take it.”

Mirabel pulled her face away from the camera, looking at Natalia in shock.

“What?! Oh my gosh, you don’t have to–“

“I know I don’t have to, I want to.” Natalia said with a big smile.

Mirabel sat the camera down on the counter beside her and ran over to hug Natalia, jumping up and down from excitement.

“Thank you thank you thank you tía!”

Natalia's smile grew during their embrace, squeezing Mirabel tight.

“You’re so welcome my love, I can’t wait to see all the beautiful pictures you take with it!”

Natalia paid for the camera and a few extra rolls of film. Aly put the camera back into its original box and placed it in a bag alongside the film, handing the bag to Mirabel.

“Eeeeeee oh my goodness I’m so excited!!!” Mirabel cried out, clutching the bag to her chest. “Can I ask some questions real quick?” She said to Aly.

“Of course!” Aly replied.

"Take all the time you need." Natalia said.

Natalia watched with a big smile as Mirabel excitedly ran through some photography basics with Aly, her eyes growing wider and more excited with each moment.

After all her questions were answered, Mirabel thanked Aly and then looked over at Natalia.

“All set?” Natalia asked her. “No rush at all.”

“I’m good, Aly was so helpful!” Mirabel said. “Thank you so much again, this is such an incredible surprise. I’m so excited to try it out!”

“I’m so excited for you!!” Natalia said. “I am always happy to support your interests. Seeing the way your eyes lit up the second you looked at that camera in the window, that was magical to watch.”

Mirabel beamed at Natalia, holding onto the bag like it was the most valuable thing on Earth.

“Enjoy my dear, and come back here when you’re ready to get your first roll of film developed!" Aly said. "First roll’s development is on the house.”

“Thank you so much Aly, I will!” Mirabel said gratefully.

Natalia and Mirabel said goodbye to Aly and exited out of the store. They finished up their shopping, dropped off Natalia’s groceries at the bakery, and then headed back to the casita.

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Mirabel excitedly ran between members of the family as soon as they got home, showing them her new camera. The family oooh'd and aaaah'd at the camera, all of them absolutely thrilled for her. Bruno had been helping Julieta out in the kitchen when Mirabel ran into the room, and he was overjoyed to see how happy she was with the gift Natalia had gotten her.

Natalia was chatting with Luisa in the courtyard, and as Luisa walked away Bruno approached Natalia from behind. He put his arm around her shoulders and she looked up and smiled at him, both of their hearts fluttering in their chests immediately.

“Hi you!” Natalia said excitedly.

Bruno leaned down and kissed her. “Hello!”

“I love you!”

Bruno beamed at her, as madly in love as ever. “I love you so much. You’ve made our niece crazy happy, that was so sweet of you.”

Natalia smiled. “The pleasure was all mine, truly. You should’ve seen her face when we passed that camera in the store’s window. She just lit up, it was like there were fireworks in her eyes. It was one of those moments where I knew if I didn’t do something right then and there it may have slipped by, you know? It’s so important to foster those types of passions when they strike, especially at that age.”

“You’re incredible, as always. I can see if means the world to her." Bruno paused, looking her over. "You’re an incredible tía and you know, I think you’d be a really incredible mother too. Want to have my babies?”

Natalia laughed, putting her hand gently on her stomach. “Working on it!”

“Feeling okay today?” Bruno asked, kissing her on her temple.

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry if I was tossing and turning last night, I had a tough time staying asleep.”

“No need to apologize, you never woke me. Any particular reason you couldn’t sleep?”

“Not sure.” Natalia shrugged. “Could be a pregnancy thing, could be nerves over the pregnancy thing, who knows. Just kept waking up. I snuggled up to you, but you were out like a light. I even leaned in close to your face at one point to make sure you we’re breathing.”

Bruno laughed apologetically. “I was out yeah, I didn’t even dream last night. Just was out and then resumed consciousness the next morning. But hey, if you ever need me during the night, please wake me okay?"

Natalia smiled. “Thanks honey, I will.”

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The early part of the evening passed, and Natalia was sitting in the windowsill of a large window in one of the casita’s hallways on the first floor. It was a wide space, plenty of room for a few people to sit on. She had made the space sort of her own over time, adding some pillows and cushions to make the space comfy.

She was sitting with her legs folded up in front of her, her notebook propped up on the top of her thighs. She had been writing some ideas down for new bakery items and enjoying the view of the sunset out the window.

Mirabel was walking through the hallways with Bruno looking for Natalia, excited to share the news with her that her camera was all ready to go. She hadn’t taken her first photo with it yet, as she was waiting to talk with Natalia first.

Natalia didn’t hear the two of them approaching her, distracted by her thoughts and the view out the window.

When they walked up to the window, Bruno felt a familiar lovesick ache in his chest. The light of the sunset poured through the window, creating a warm pink and orange glow that filled the entire room. Natalia looked peaceful and contemplative, and Bruno was, as was so often the case, awestruck by how beautiful she was.

“What a perfect first picture this would be!” Mirabel whispered to her uncle. “Do you think Nati would be okay with that?”

Bruno nodded. “Absolutely, go ahead.” He whispered back.

Mirabel looked through the viewfinder of her camera, lined up her shot, and clicked the button.

The shutter’s noise caught Natalia’s attention, and she glanced over at her side. When she caught sight of the noise’s origin, she smiled.

“I should be thanking you yet another time, tía." Mirabel said sweetly. "Thank you for being my first photography subject!”

Natalia’s smiled widened, surprise in her eyes.

“So that’s what that sound was! I’m honored. It is a beautiful sunset.”

“The sunset was only a small part of what made that shot so beautiful, amor.” Bruno said, looking at her lovingly.

“He’s right!” Mirabel agreed. “You looked absolutely gorgeous in this shot!”

Natalia blushed. “Thank you both. Congratulations Mira, you’re officially the family photographer now!”

Mirabel beamed at her, turning towards Bruno.

“Oh, tío! Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course.” Bruno replied.

“Can you take a picture of Nati and I together?”

“Wow, she’s only one shot in and she's letting you use her camera. That’s an honor.” Natalia said.

Bruno smiled. “It is indeed. I’d be happy to.”

Mirabel handed Bruno the camera.

“Look through the viewfinder here–“ Mirabel said, pointing at that area of the camera. “–then when you’re ready, click this button here.”

Mirabel ran over to Natalia, and they sat beside one another on the windowsill. The two hugged each other from the sides, big grins on their faces.

“Alright, ready?" Bruno said. "Uno, dos, tres!”

The camera clicked as the photo was taken, and Natalia took the opportunity to give Mirabel a few affectionate kisses on the cheek.

“So excited for you, Mira!” Natalia exclaimed. “Thank you for including me in your first pictures!”

“Thank you for making this happen at all, tía! Now, can you take one of me and tío Bruno?”

“You got it.” Natalia said, taking the camera from Bruno. Bruno and Mirabel put their hands around each other’s waists, smiling wide for the picture. The genuine joy in both of their expressions was infectious as Natalia snapped the photo.

“Thank you thank you!” Mirabel exclaimed, taking the camera back from Natalia. "I’ll get one with both of you at some point too. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have…well, everything and everyone to go take photos of.”

Natalia and Bruno laughed, watching Mirabel speed walking down the hallway.

“Honestly Natalia, how do you handle being an actual living work of art at all times?” Bruno asked, taking her by the hand and twirling her around. “I want at least a hundred copies of that picture Mirabel took of you.”

“You’re so sweet.” Natalia said, pulling Bruno in for a close embrace. “I’m excited to see all of her pictures, I know they’ll be gorgeous. That one of you and her was so sweet.”

Natalia motioned to the window.

“Want to come sit with me, finish watching the sunset?”

“Of course.”

Bruno sat down up against the wall, and Natalia sat in between his legs. She rested her head comfortably on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, covering her stomach gently with his hands. She covered his hands with her own, and they both sighed contentedly as they looked out the window.

After a few moments, they heard another click! and saw a beaming Mirabel a few feet away them.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist! See ya!” She giggled, flying back down the hallway.

Natalia and Bruno laughed.

“Are we sure she doesn’t have super speed that she’s just been hiding this whole time?” Bruno joked.

“We’re just that cute, gotta catch that shot when you can.” Natalia replied.

“Can’t argue with that.”

Natalia snuggled into Bruno’s chest, taking in this warm and happy moment where everything felt right in the world.

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Bonus: this chapter has art! I commissioned this piece from the wonderful melodylee23! 💖

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 40:

-Tía/tío: aunt/uncle -Estás lista para ir: are you ready to go -Claro: of course -Casita: house -Amor: love -Uno, dos, tres: one, two, three

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~ here is a list of ALL the exclusive/main relationships I will have for my characters. This DOES NOT mean anyone listed below will have to be exclusive with me seeing as this is for my blog purposes only

erik lensherr - charles xavier/pietro maximoff - @tothedevilsshow (exclusive) lorna dane @emeraldhellfire (main) marcus kane - bellamy blake @amongthcwreck / madi @astormofagirl (exclusive) sylar - peter petrelli @tothedevilsshow / elle bishop/tracy strauss @condemnedtragedy (exclusive) dot tattler - jimmy darling @tothedevilsshow (ship exclusive) richie gecko - seth gecko @tothedevilsshow / carlos madrigal @discordandrhyme - exclusive matt murdock - danny rand @tothedevilsshow / jessica jones @discordandrhyme - exclsuive robb stark - sansa stark @astormofagirl / theon greyjoy @tothedevilsshow - exclusive victor frankenstein - vanessa ives @discordandrhyme / ethan chandler @tothedevilsshow - exclusive edwward kenway - adewale @discordandrhyme - exclusive steve rogers - bucky barnes @discordandrhyme sam wilson @tothedevilsshow caroline forbes @seesgood - exclusive rick grimes/daryl dixon - carl grimes @tothedevilsshow glenn rhee @discordandrhyme shane walsh @tothedevilsshow wichita @vxmpirexbxrbie - exclusive marcos diaz - lorna dane @emeraldhellfire (main) john lowe/sally mckenna - james patrick march @tothedevilsshow donovan @discordandrhyme - exclusive cesare borgia - lucrezia borgia/rodrigo borgia/juan borgia/caterina sforza/leonardo da vinci - @tothedevilsshow @discordandrhyme mary stuart @condemnedtragedy -exclusive jamie fraser - dougal mackenzie/murtagh fraser @discordandrhyme - exclusive obi-wan kenobi - padme’ amidala @vxmpirexbxrbie - exclusive sara howard - laszlo kreizler/marcus isaacson @tothedevilsshow john moore @discordandrhyme - character & ship exclusive (i won’t ship sara with anyone else) quentin coldwater - caroline forbes @throughthcrain - exclusive hannibal lecter - will graham @tothedevilsshow - exclusive ephraim goodweather - gus elizalde @discordandrhyme - exclusive lucius isaacson - marcus isaacson/laszlo kreizler/john moore @tothedevilsshow @discordandrhyme - exclusive thor odinson - bucky barnes @discordandrhyme sam wilson/freya mikaelson @tothedevilsshow brienne of tarth - jaime lannister @tothedevilsshow / stannis baratheon @discordandrhyme - exclusive oliver queen - felicity smoak @astormofagirl freya mikaelson @tothedevilsshow cordelia goode - kit walker @tothedevilsshow fiona goode @discordandrhyme - exclusive dandy mott - donovan @discordandrhyme jimmy darling @tothedevilsshow - exclusive athos/porthos/grimaud/anne - milady de winter - @discordandrhyme - exclusive athos/porthos/grimaud/anne - d’artagnan - @discordandrhyme - exclusive athos/porthos/grimaud/anne - aramis - @tothedevilsshow - exclusive lola/catherine - francis de valois - @tothedevilsshow - exclusive athos/porthos/grimaud/anne - constance - @astormofagirl - exclusisve jon snow/tyrion lannister - jaime lannister - @tothedevilsshow - exclusive stannis baratheon - @inprometheanfire - exclusive

#& ooc #& mains/exclusives #pls remember this doesnt mean u have to be exclusive or mains with me lol #does not includ ocs

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2019 Eisner Award Winners List

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The 2019 Eisner Award winners were announced at SDCC 2019.

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The Eisner Awards dinner for 2019 was held on Friday evening at San Diego Comic Con, and the night's big winners were Tom King and Mister Miracle, proving the Eisner selection committee has the same discerning taste as your friends at the Den. King won in every category he was nominated except one, taking home an Eisner for Best Short Story ("Talk of the Saints" in Swamp Thing Winter Special with Jason Fabok); Best Limited Series (with Mitch Gerads for Mister Miracle); Best Graphic Album - Reprint (for the hardcover edition of The Vision with Gabriel Hernandez Walta and Michael Walsh); and Best Writer.

The only category his books were nominated in that did not win was Best Ongoing Comic - Batman lost out to the delightful Giant Days by John Allison, Max Sarin and Julia Madrigal. Gerads also took home a solo Eisner for Best Penciller/Inker for his spectacular work on Mister Miracle. And in fact, the only category in which Mister Miracle was nominated and did not win was for Best Cover Artist, where Nick Derington lost to Jen Bartel for her work on Blackbird and Submerged from Image.

The night's other big winner was, of course, Den of Geek! We managed six correct predictions out of eleven made! We cracked 50%! Woohoo! We successfully predicted that Chip Zdarsky's Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man #310 would win Best Single Issue (because of how hard it made us cry when we read it, and we challenge all of you to get through that issue without shedding a tear); that My Heroes Have Always Been Junkies would fulfill its prophesy as Eisner bait for Best Graphic Album - New; The Divided Earth from Faith Erin Hicks would take Best Publication for Kids; and we had Gerads for Best Penciller/Inker, and Mister Miracle for Best Limited Series.

Congratulations to everyone who won an Eisner, and to everyone who was nominated! It was a stellar crowd that gave us hours of great reading last year. Here's your full list of winners.

Best Short Story: “The Talk of the Saints,” by Tom King and Jason Fabok, in Swamp Thing Winter Special (DC)

Best Single Issue/One-Shot: Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man #310, by Chip Zdarsky (Marvel)

Best Continuing Series: Giant Days, by John Allison, Max Sarin, and Julaa Madrigal (BOOM! Box)

Best Limited Series: Mister Miracle, by Tom King and Mitch Gerads (DC)

Best New Series: Gideon Falls, by Jeff Lemire and Andrea Sorrentino (Image)

Best Publication for Early Readers (up to age 8): Johnny Boo and the Ice Cream Computer, by James Kochalka (Top Shelf/IDW)

Best Publication for Kids (ages 9–12): The Divided Earth, by Faith Erin Hicks (First Second)

Best Publication for Teens (ages 13–17): The Prince and the Dressmaker, by Jen Wang (First Second)

Best Humor Publication: Giant Days, by John Allison, Max Sarin, and Julia Madrigal (BOOM! Box)

Best Anthology: Puerto Rico Strong, edited by Marco Lopez, Desiree Rodriguez, Hazel Newlevant, Derek Ruiz, and Neil Schwartz (Lion Forge)

Best Reality-Based Work: Is This Guy For Real? The Unbelievable Andy Kaufman, by Box Brown (First Second)

Best Graphic Album — New: My Heroes Have Always Been Junkies, by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips (Image)

Best Graphic Album — Reprint: The Vision hardcover, by Tom King, Gabriel Hernandez Walta, and Michael Walsh (Marvel)

Best Adaptation from Another Medium: “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley, in Frankenstein: Junji Ito Story Collection, adapted by Junji Ito, translated by Jocelyne Allen (VIZ Media)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material: Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World, by Pénélope Bagieu (First Second)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material — Asia: Tokyo Tarareba Girls, by Akiko Higashimura (Kodansha)

Best Archival Collection/Project — Strips: Star Wars: Classic Newspaper Strips, vol. 3, by Archie Goodwin and Al Williamson, edited by Dean Mullaney (Library of American Comics/IDW)

Best Archival Collection/Project — Comic Books: Bill Sienkiewicz’s Mutants and Moon Knights… And Assassins… Artifact Edition, edited by Scott Dunbier (IDW)

Best Writer: Tom King, Batman, Mister Miracle, Heroes in Crisis, Swamp Thing Winter Special (DC)

Best Writer/Artist: Jen Wang, The Prince and the Dressmaker (First Second)

Best Penciller/Inker or Penciller/Inker Team: Mitch Gerads, Mister Miracle (DC)

Best Painter/Multimedia Artist (interior art): Dustin Nguyen, Descender (Image)

Best Cover Artist (for multiple covers): Jen Bartel, Blackbird (Image); Submerged (Vault)

Best Coloring: Matt Wilson, Black Cloud, Paper Girls, The Wicked + The Divine (Image); The Mighty Thor, Runaways (Marvel)

Best Lettering: Todd Klein— Black Hammer: Age of Doom, Neil Gaiman’s A Study in Emerald (Dark Horse); Batman: White Night (DC); Eternity Girl, Books of Magic (Vertigo/DC); The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Tempest (Top Shelf/IDW)

Best Comics-Related Periodical/Journalism: TIE! - Back Issue, edited by Michael Eury (TwoMorrows) AND PanelxPanel magazine, edited by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, panelxpanel.com

Best Comics-Related Book: Drawn to Purpose: American Women Illustrators and Cartoonists, by Martha H. Kennedy (University Press of Mississippi)

Best Academic/Scholarly Work: Sweet Little C*nt: The Graphic Work of Julie Doucet, by Anne Elizabeth Moore (Uncivilized Books)

Best Publication Design: Will Eisner’s A Contract with God: Curator’s Collection, designed by John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Digital Comic: Umami, by Ken Niimura (Panel Syndicate), http://panelsyndicate.com/comics/umami

Best Webcomic: The Contradictions, by Sophie Yanow, www.thecontradictions.com

Read and download the Den of Geek SDCC 2019 Special Edition Magazine right here!

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3x09 'Better Call Saul' Writer Gordon Smith On Jimmy McGill Kicking A Puppy

It's no coincidence that on many of the best and most important episodes of Better Call Saul, it's Gordon Smith who gets the writing credit. The former Breaking Bad writer's assistant did "Five-O," Mike's big backstory episode in season 1 for which he earned an Emmy nomination--still my favorite episode of the show so far. This season he did 305, the courtroom epic, which earned him a DGA nomination. In 309, Smith gets the task of depicting Jimmy's rather sudden and unsavory descent into the moral universe of Saul Goodman. With the writer's room officially closed and the show's future still in the hands of AMC--c'mon guys, pick them up already--we talked to Smith about Jimmy's fall from grace, Gus Fring's gift for flattery and how the show's prequel format can sometimes tie the writers' hands.

(Excerpts. Full article under the cut.)

Q: In the most recent Insider Podcast Kelley Dixon suggested that in Episode 308 when Jimmy is threatening to sue the Community Service Supervisor, it was the beginnings of Saul Goodman. Bob Odenkirk stopped by and he disagreed--he said that was still still Slippin' Jimmy. But to me, this episode felt different. It seemed like we're seeing Saul, who's fully aware of the collateral damage, but doing it anyway. GS: Jimmy’s turning corners slowly, but this is a definitive one. Early on, in season 1, when he first goes to Sandpiper Crossing, the audience thought that Saul's going to take advantage of these little old ladies. He’s developing marks for a future con. We said, “Saul would do that, but Jimmy wouldn’t.” It's come back to that. We're seeing him put the screws to them, using all his skills not for good, but for evil against this defenseless, harmless woman who just wants to make her way in the world. She has low aspirations: to have friends, to hang out at her home, play with her cats and do chair yoga.

Q: It’s not just the one victim. Jimmy/Saul poisons the whole community. GS: It’s a scorched earth policy toward all those people. You see what the ultimate in a con game really is, the ability to persuade people. It’s kind of awful, to see him use his silver tongue for these purposes. At least for me it was.

Q: We’ve spent three years building Jimmy up to where we're really on his side. And you spent so much of that capital in one episode. He’s going after little old ladies, the softest possible target. We know there needs to be an arc to get from Jimmy to Saul, but why this way and why now? He could have been playing a con on some criminals the way Walter White did. GS: He could have gone after drug dealers, or someone who’s a combatant, but that doesn’t seem as big a change, does it? It doesn’t seem as unscrupulous. If he cons someone like that, has he really changed? Have we seen something fundamental harden in him? This? It’s like kicking a puppy.

Q: Do you worry about how much goodwill you’ll have lost? GS: Unfortunately, I think that’s a place where our hands are somewhat tied. We still have a long way to go still. Saul Goodman in Breaking Bad seems fairly dead inside. There’s not a lot of spark of Jimmy. A little in his charisma and his derring do. That sweetness we see in Jimmy seems not just gone but long gone in Saul. We had to start pushing him in that direction and see what are the steps that get him there. What are his intentions? He’s hurting the little old ladies, emotionally, but they’re going to get their settlement, they’re going to get money out of it

Q: So what exactly happens at the very end? GS: We really wanted to put people squarely in her head. In having this experience of being incredibly sleep deprived and having this accident. Peter Gould has told us this story about how he was in an accident—he was on his bike and he got hit by a car--and he didn’t remember anything from the previous hours after he came to. The trauma was enough to knock the memories out of your head. So disorienting. Our understanding is that Kim gets into that kind of state, road hypnosis. She’s awake enough to hit the brakes. She’s just conscious enough at the moment of impact. But she doesn’t know where she’s been or how long she’s been driving.

Q: We see that she's driving in traffic past a Home Depot, but when we pull back and see the car, Kim's pretty far out in the desert. GS: There’s a jump in time. It’s supposed to look like she lost some time in there. It’s intended to be jarring. Both in the physical impact and the "how did I get here?"

Q: We don't spend much time talking about it, but Gus has a gift for truly effective flattery. Through Lydia he’s telling Mike that he “sees something in him” in much the same way he did with Walt and Jesse. GS: Gus Fring is an evil fisher of men. He knows what their pressure points are. I don’t think he fed Lydia a script. He put Mike in a special circumstance because he saw something in him. And knew that that would move him. He saw something in Mike, he’s someone I can rely on, someone I can lean on more significantly than the people I have now as I’m building my empire.

Q: So how many characters do we kill off in the finale? GS: We find out that everyone’s dead, they’ve always been dead and they’re all in purgatory. It’s a really big turn, but keep it to yourself. <laughs>

Q: Have you been picked up yet for Season 4? GS: No. Here’s hoping. Fingers crossed.

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Q: Here’s an essay assignment. What’s going on in this episode, thematically? GS: The title is “Fall,” so that’s our big cue. This is where we see Jimmy really starting to become Saul Goodman. He’s taking the plunge. He’s really embracing the fact that when the handcuffs are off he’s free to do whatever he wants, or whatever he needs. That’s a fall from grace for him.

Q: At some level, Jimmy’s goal is to just keep the firm afloat until he can start practicing again. GS: He’s trying to get back the life blood of his relationship with Kim. He’s going to step forward and hold up his end of this operation he’s been fighting for for years. That part’s still Jimmy. It’s not just for money. He does have some small purpose. As opposed to Saul Goodman, who’s all about the Benjamins.

Q: But in that scene at the end we see how totally out of sync he and Kim are. GS: Jimmy has seen that Kim has been working hard, but he hasn’t been able to engage with how hard and for what reason. She’s been in some ways self-flagellating, punishing herself for her role in this, and that bears its fruit at the end of the episode. The degree of exhaustion she’s been putting herself through you’ve got to pay the piper at some point.

Q: I love the scene between Mike and Lydia. After that meeting, everyone's favorite ex-cop really sees the world in a different way. GS: This is a crucial moment in the seduction of Mike Ehrmantaut by Gus Fring. He’s gone through a long set up with good Samaritan. He’s unearthed the body. He’s tried to expiate his guilt. He’s looking at the money and he says, “What about my family?’ He told Stacey in season one that she should spend the dirty money she got from Matty if it could do some good for the family. Now he’s got this dirty money. Maybe this money can do some good. He goes into this with good intentions.

Q: But he’s clearly uncomfortable. GS: This is not him having to knock over one of Tio’s trucks. That’s physically dangerous, and he's used to that. But this is emotionally dangerous. Putting his name on the rolls at Madrigal, a company which has a lot of moving parts. He’s exposed in the legitimate world. It’s not underground in any way. He has to walk in as himself. It’s a bright shining engine of capitalism and he says "I’m here and I’m part of it." It’s a big moment for Mike. It’s a big moment for Lydia as well. Maybe not the start of a beautiful friendship, but some kind of association...

Q: Mike didn’t kill her in Breaking Bad... GS: No he didn’t. <laughs> Mike, he hems and he haws. There’s a touch more fear than we’ve seen as he signs on the dotted line. One of the things that sways him is that maybe there’s more to this Gus Fring. He’s still a man of mystery to him. He’s still a man of mystery, by and large, across the series. Mike’s starting to see the tip of the iceberg. seeing the potential what a larger association with Gus Fring would have for him.

Q: What’s your favorite little Easter Egg in the episode? GS: I’m terrible with Easter Eggs. <laughs> The thing that was the most difficult and fun was the montage where Jimmy is turning the older women, how to get the flow of that right, as the speech moves from place to place to place. Wait. Scratch all of that. The Easter Egg I would point out is The Night of the Hunter reference. To get that moment with Robert Mitchum [on the television] slinging his line of bullshit with the tattoos of Love and Hate on his fingers and cut going to Jimmy as he’s about to launch into this schpeil with these little old ladies. That character that Mitchum plays, it’s so wonderful. He’s so persuasive, so silver tongued, and yet so completely evil. I was happy to get that in.

Q: So should we take the numbers on the bingo balls divide them by seven and then enter that sum into our handy dandy Better Call Saul decoder ring to find out what happens in the finale? GS: If I were Tom Schnauz I would tell you that, but I’m not that evil. So no I won’t send people off looking for something that isn’t there.

#better call saul #bcs season 3 #fall #1st i didn't know they got a dga nom for chicanery! woohoo #2nd AMC RENEW THIS SHOW NOW #i'm so so nervous it's over. is it because vince left? but he's still sorta there. but that must make some of the negotiations complicated..#gordon smith #forbes #also the 'crazy 8' store in the mall was a fun nod to domingo :) and someone spotted 'no doze' in kim's car?

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Being Bruno’s Child Would Include… Pt. II

I swear I have a problem all of my headcanons turnout way longer than planned. Takes place before the movie. The reader’s age ranges from 5-7. Stay tuned for part three, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, I guess.

Parts: 1 2 3 4

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In terms of quality, the community decided your gift was better than your Papa’s, barely. They classified it in the same category as Dolore’s in terms of annoyance. The slightest contact and you were able to see into their past. You could see what made them tick. Your gift unlocked every embarrassing moment, every family secret, every heartbreaking moment of their history. Your gift was invasive.

Your gift was a lot for a child to handle. After realising your gift was triggered by anyone who came into contact with you, you refused to let anyone touch you. You didn’t need to know their secrets.

It broke your family’s heart to see you shy away from their touch.

It broke Bruno’s heart to listen to you cry, alone in your room. He wanted so much to run to you, scoop you up, hug you tight and tell you it would be alright. But in the walls he stayed.

At least Abuela began to give you the time of day; as in keeping an eye on you as to only keep you from creating trouble with your “gift”. She figured with hard strict rules, your wild gift, unlike Bruno’s, could be tamed.

When you went into town, you had to stay within ten feet of a family member and couldn’t touch anyone (not that you would). You realised quickly it was better to stay back home. At home, you were expected to do chores with Mirabel, Félix and Augustín. At least they kept you company.

Your gift is wild, and in your opinion, incomplete. It’s hard to tell, but you could swear your door glowed dimmer than the others.

Antonio is born while you’re five.

You hear him crying one afternoon while most of the family is out. Julieta was downstairs, but she was cooking. She needed to clean off before handling the infant. You snuck into the nursery, hoping to soothe him with some gentle words. When that doesn’t work, your protective big cousin instincts kick in. You climb into his crib and snuggle with him to soothe him.

Antonio, being so new to the world, doesn’t have much of a past to explore. Still, what you do see is beautiful. You witness him experiencing the sun for the first time. You can feel the warmth, the joy, the wonder.

When Julieta arrives, she finds you two snuggled together asleep. It’s the first time you’ve had physical contact with someone in months.

Slowly, you figure out a way to live with your gift. As you get older, you learn that if you focus, simple contact isn’t enough entering a trance. Still, sudden contact and spooks will lead to you seeing and hearing a past event.

You decide to quiet yourself. While you might see someone’s past, you don’t have to share what you see. You become the quietest Madrigal, generally keeping to yourself.

In spite of everything, you’re still the darling of Encanto. The people don’t blame you for your misfortune, if anyone they blame your father. When someone let’s slip, “it’s not your fault you got a bad gift. I’m telling you it’s all Bruno, chico was cursed.” They were swiftly silenced with, “We don’t talk about Bruno!” However, it was enough to ignite your curiosity.

His room is still boarded up from when you tried to explore when you were four. You attempted to bribe Casita to let you in. “I have fresh spackle.” No dice. That left only your human family to answer your many, many questions.

So at the tender age of seven, with your handy dandy notebook, you once again began asking around about your Papa, jotting down any clues or facts. Your three-year-old shadow Antonio, followed you as you went.

Your primos were more helpful than the adults of the family. From them you learned he had visions of the future, he told Dolores her true love would be taken by another, told Isa she someday would have the life of your dream and was friends with rats.

Camilo also told you some things, but what he said and acted out only made you and Antonio burst into tears, so he immediately retracted his statements and admitted he knew nothing.

No one could tell you why he left.

After asking your tío Félix, who explained the downside of your papa’s gift leaving the room you bumped into Pepa which triggered your gift, sending you into her past.

You immediately recognised her. She glowed, dressed all in white. Taking in your surroundings, you felt nothing but joy. The sky was clear, the sun was at its brightest. You could only assume your tía was near to her happiest. She should be happy. It’s her wedding day.

It seemed you were at the point of the day when they were setting up the reception. So Félix and Pepa weren’t quite married yet. You could feel yourself getting a bit nervous. You gently swayed in time with the beat created by the band practicing off on the side, trying to ease your nerves. Suddenly, you felt this wave of dread wash over you.

You watched as a man in green casually approached your tía. Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t explain it, but you feel Pepa’s discomfort. Similar to how you’d felt Antonio's joy when you first fell into his past.

The man chuckled nervously, “Looks like rain.” That’s Bruno, your papa. Uncontrollably, you felt yourself bristle. His back was to you, so you couldn’t see his face. You attempted to you run toward him and your tía but once again the world around you begins to speed up. Rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. Before developing into a full-blown hurricane.

In an instant, you were back with your tía and tío. You thank them before swiftly and totally not suspiciously excusing yourself to your room.

You hide all your findings in a chest in your room, concerned that if Abuela discovered what you were up to, she’d take all your information and burn it or something of that manner.

Relaxing in your bed, you reflect on all you’ve learned. Which admittedly isn’t much. But you did see him, almost, in tía Pepa’s past. Ding! You sit up straight, a bright toothy grin decorating your face.

You could search people’s past for him. Anyone who’s met him he’ll appear somewhere in their history. From their pasts you could learn all about him, perhaps even meet him.

And hopefully, learn why he left you.

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