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cahmilo · 2 years

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Rainforest Hideaway | camilo m.

Pairing: Camilo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: One of your biggest art projects was finally starting to take place, but you needed the help of a gifted Antonio Madrigal who is more knowledgeable about your focus. During your project however, you happen to attract another Madrigal and he is also set on his new planned project: To have you for his own.

It’s a beautiful day in Encanto! The sun is shining brightly, everyone had dug in to their delicious breakfast, no one had a bad hair day and all in all, it was definitely gonna be a happy and fun-filled day.

“Let’s eat!” Abuela exclaimed as she sat on the front of the breakfast table.

As usual, Abuela Alma always takes the first few hours of the morning, sharing announcements and news for the rest of the day. It was an unspoken tradition for the Madrigal Family and this time, she had great news to tell.

“Mi familia, I am proud to tell you all that starting this day, our hombrecito will finally get his first big project and activity, using his own gift that will help the community! Tonito, why don’t you share it to the family?” She asked in a big smile, while everyone cheers and glances at Antonio who had an even bigger smile.

“It’s true! Senora L/N is going to make many big storybooks about different animals in the Encanto, and she sent Y/N with me so that I can help talk to the animals and teach them lessons while she draws and writes them!” This boy never fails to make everyone smile in awe, his gleaming eyes excited for whats about to come.

“That’s a great plan, mi vida! It would be nice if Y/N could drop by your room too so that they can observe better” Pepa said from beside him, stroking Antonio’s hair and patting his back.

All of the family were in on this plan. They were always the last call when it comes to tasks involving their gifts, as this time Alma grew more careful as to not overwork and take their magic for granted. In this case, she knew that Antonio was gonna have fun with Y/N so she had full agreement on this big project.

“Yes, Pepa, we actually agreed that Y/N can start later after breakfast” Alma said with a smile. And with that, they carried on with their meals, oblivious to the now zoned-out Camilo munching on his tower of arepas as his mind flew to another dimension.

He knew Y/N of course, the village was small that everyone knew each other’s family well. He and Y/N were not that close, but weren’t distant either. Coming from a family that has their own library, Y/N grew to loving art and reading books. Camilo would often see them in random places in the village, just sketching and drawing. They never talked much but if they did, Y/N would just be asking for Antonio.

Y/N, like Antonio, was also interested in animals. The diversity and richness of the topic made it deep to explore, and they liked doing it. After Antonio’s gift ceremony, both of them grew closer together and Camilo’s look would always soften when he sees them together.

There were even times where Pepa would grow thunderstorms, frantically looking for her youngest son not knowing that he would always wander off in the the L/N’s library, either sleeping on the kid’s area or drawing animals with Y/N.

“Y/N!” Antonio’s scream could be heard even outside the Casita. Everyone in the house looked back to see the little boy running up to you as you opened your arms to scoop the boy up and twirl him around. Once you entered Casita, stairs randomly grew from the ground as it led to Antonio’s door, similar to the gift ceremony setting.

“Oh, someone’s eager to start this book!” You exclaimed as you motioned to Casita and then to the little boy in your arms.

“Who wouldn’t? Now lets go! Lets go!” Antonio exclaimed as you put him down. He suddenly grabbed your hand and immediately dashed to his room, not even giving you time to greet the rest of the family.

“Ay, Camilo! Tell your mami I arrived and I’m stealing your brother for now!” You rambled whatever you can, informing Camilo who stood there watching the entire thing.

“Okay, I will. Have fun you two!” With your smile, he grinned and shook his head playfully, happy that his little introverted brother found and practically adopted someone as adorable as you to the family.

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“Camilo, can you drop by these snacks to Y/N and Antonio? They haven’t come down in a while so I’m sure they’re hungry by now.” Julieta said as she passed on a tray full of food to him. He nodded in agreement, with a sinister grin on his face.

“And NO, don’t eat them on your way. You already had your share.” With a defeated sigh, he dropped his shoulders. “How can you read me that well, Tia?”

She sighed and ruffled his hair, “I just know you that well milo, Now go or else they’ll get cold.”

ㅡ

There’s a problem.

No, he did not eat the food. He just couldn’t open the door. Both of his hands were on either side of the tray so with quick thinking, he just bumped his head on the door instead. But typical Camilo, did not think it through as now the ‘knock’ has left him with a red spot in his forehead and pain radiating all over him.

As you opened the door, you giggled at the sight in front of you. “Well, aren’t you just a peculiar guy?” You said as you grabbed the tray and put it in a nearby desk. “You know you could have just kicked the door with your foot.”

Camilo flushed, clearly embarrassed “I wasn’t thinking well, but at least it worked.”

“It did, but at the cost of your gorgeous face, now grab a piece and heal yourself with it.” You said as you grabbed a handful of snacks while Camilo just follows you like a lost puppy.

“Where’s Antonio?”

“Sleeping.” You motioned to the hammock above you, showing the outline of the boy in a fetal position.

Camilo then nodded and sat on the hammock beside you.

“Really? Out of all the hammocks in here you just dipped into mine?” Not that you didn’t bother, you knew how these siblings loved physical touch as a love language. It’s just that you weren’t that close with Camilo, but it seemed like you were comfortable with him for some reason.

“Too lazy to go for the others, and it’s far I don’t want to be screaming to talk to you.”

You then sighed in defeat as you pulled out your sketchbook, working on your drawings as Camilo just stared and admired your work.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked, munching on the arepas that he wasn’t supposed to eat. You replied, “I’m working double time, still need to finish the outline of 5 pages in an hour.”

Suddenly, you got startled as an arepa was shoved in front of you. Breaking from your work trance, you saw Camilo with a sly grin, asking for you to eat it. You then sighed in defeat, taking a bite of the snack from his hand as you continued drawing.

It went like this for the rest of the hour. You drawing, Camilo feeding you occasionally (more on him eating YOUR share), while Antonio gets his beauty nap after talking for 2 hours straight on why sloths were still alive despite being absolutely slow for their own survival.

“Are you just feeding me the same arepa that you’re eating?” You finally broke the comfortable silence.

“Yea, you have a problem with it?” He asked, biting on the same area on which you just took on. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but you felt something in that moment.

You just shook your head and looked away, not even bothering to look at his mischievous grin.

Another silence took over. It was comfortable, but you really felt like you needed to break it and find an ice breaker to know him more.

"I probably know the answer by now, but what is your favorite animal, Camilo?" you asked, glancing at his puffed cheeks filled with Julieta's snacks.

"Uhm, a chameleon, I think?" He looked away, flustered at the sight of your eyes. Eventually he looked back at you and saw your curious face urging him to continue talking.

"Obviously they’re not native here so I haven't seen one in personal, but I've heard and read stories about them. Like me, they can switch into something else but with colors and I found that interesting. As a child people called me chameleon and I guess it kind of grew on me. Until now I still find chameleons as my spirit animal despite not encountering one." He said as he shrugged. You smiled softly at him, before looking back on your sketchbook and flipping it to the very back. Camilo's eyes were curious but then turned into surprise as he saw your fully colored sketch of a chameleon. He was in awe, your drawing was realistic and beautiful it was like it came to life.

"I can see why you love them, milo. Other than your similarities in gifts, Chameleons are shy but gentle. They're friendly but oftentimes they are fragile and get stressed. Like you, sometimes they feel overwhelmed and yes, I know how sometimes your gift might serve as a blessing and a curse, toñito told me. But despite those shortcomings, I really appreciate how you always stay strong, milo. I admire how you take all your patience and time spending it with children and cheering them up. From afar you have the same effect on me." You gently explained as he listened to every word. Tearing the page, you gave your drawing to him. And with a soft smile, he couldn't thank you enough.

"You really are a blessing, Y/N. Now I see why everyone in this village loves you." He said in admiration as he placed his arm across your shoulder. Leaning to his touch, you leaned your head onto his shoulders as you continued sketching, spending the rest of the hour talking about random stuff you both could think of.

And just like that, you and Camilo grew closer. From casual friends, to the best of friends. Every time you come to Casita to work on your project with Antonio, Camilo would always drop by to check on you. You find it adorable and eventually, your feelings grew into something much more. You enjoyed it, but at the same time worried if he doesn’t feel the same. But that doesn’t stop you from spending time with him.

Days turned to weeks, and eventually you finished your project after just a month. You had 4 volumes of books all about the native animals in Colombia, illustrated by you with the help of Antonio Madrigal. It was all over the village. More people read about these animals and grew an interest over them, and you couldn’t be even more happier.

Little did you know, that you were gonna be in a few days.

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“Camilo, where are you taking me?” You asked, unsure on where you were going but leaving all your trust to the confident boy in his yellow ruana, holding your hand as he guides you. You were lost, but he wasn’t.

The way this all unraveled was amusing to you, to be honest. A few minutes ago you were just in the fountain outside the Casita, reading and sharing your beloved stories to a bunch of children and suddenly, Camilo just excused himself and dragged you to the far side of the Encanto.

You've never been here before but you were familiar with the terrain. He was leading you to the nearby mountains and you were curious why.

"Just wait and see, I have a congratulatory gift for you and your book success." Your eyes brightened and excitedly followed him as he giggled at your sudden burst of joy.

Both of you stopped before a big hill, with vines and leaves covering the walls. Camilo held your hand tighter as he said, "Y/N, this is for you."

He lifted the blanket of leaves and vines to reveal a new ecosystem. It was a hidden rainforest before a cave! Your eyes brightened even more, not finding a word to speak. You took all the sight in. There was a mini river, a few trees, fog around the area, and there were a bunch of your favorite animals scattered in the area.

Looking back at Camilo, you gave him a tight hug, your arms around his neck as he embraced you even tighter.

"Camilo this is insane! How did you find this!?"

He shrugged and scratched his neck with his hand. "I didn't, I made it."

"WHAT?"

"No, not me, make it. I planned it. I knew you loved rainforests and you told me once that you didn't want to keep on bothering Antonio to go to his room so I found this empty cave and begged Isabela to make it a rainforest biome." He stroked your hair, still in an embrace but your eyes were connected to each other.

"This is my gift for you, for making me happier and helping me realize my worth. You are amazing, Y/N. You deserve the entire world but this is only what I can offer."

You looked into his eyes and cupped his face, seeing a hint of sadness. You stroked his freckled cheeks with your fingers as you said,

"This is not 'only what you can offer', milo. This is the best! I never even expected something like this! An entire ecosystem with a tree house, hammocks, my favorite animals, a flowing river, God Camilo! You have done so much for me and I appreciate that! I am so lucky to have you."

You weren't lying at all. A few people who had a crush on you often gave you flowers, but this?

Camilo didnt just give you flowers, he gave you a new world. And you couldn't be happier.

"I'm glad you love it. I'll give you anything you want to prove how much you mean to me." He paused for a while, before finally saying,

"I love you."

Your eyes widen, did he just confess? You glanced at his face, filled with adoration and love. Unspoken words that show how much you mean to him.

Not being able to respond because of your flustered state, you instead took a big leap and connected your lips with his.

Fireworks felt like erupting between the both of you. Camilo deepened the kiss by bringing you even closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as your fingers wandered in his curly brown hair. Lost in the moment, you both didn't want to pull apart, afraid to lose each other.

But you have to. Breaking off the kiss, you connected your forehead against his and brush your nose with his button nose.

"I love you too, Camilo."

God you love this boy so much. His presence alone brought so much comfort in you that even the mention of his name kept you safe. This place, with him, is a newfound paradise you don't wanna lose.

All you knew was that your room has been dethroned as the #1 favorite place was now this. Your Rainforest Hideaway.

Room.. room.. Room! Speaking of room!

"Mi amor, I have to show you something, come on!"

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"Slow down, mi vida! Didn't know you could run this fast!" Camilo exclaimed, trying to catch up with your speed as you both ran to your room.

"Sorry! I know the mini rainforest is amazing and as much as I just wanna move in there, I wanna show you something too!" You stopped to give him a side hug, reaching out to kiss his cheeks.

"Oh I don't think anything could top my gift, amor."

"Is that a challenge?" You teased, finally arriving in your room.

Both of you walked upstairs to your door as you whispered to him to close his eyes.

Opening your drawer and Camilo hearing shuffling, you gently pulled on his wrist that covered his eyes as he faced a large box in front of him.

"Open it! But do it gently!"

"Wait I'm nervous what if this is a prank?"

With a playful sigh you reassured him, "Amor, it's not okay? You surprised me with your awesome gift, so now it's time I surprise you with mine, now open it!"

Gently following your instructions, Camilo gasped at the sight in front of him. He put out his arms as he gently picked up your gift.

It was a baby chameleon!

Camilo could literally just cry right here and now. He gently went to your bed, sitting down and placing the tiny reptile in his lap.

"You have no idea how much connections I had to get her." You said, sitting beside him and placing your head on his shoulders as you stroke the little chameleon. "I figured that since you haven't met your own favorite animal, I thought it'd be nice if I was the one that made it happen. I was about to surprise you tomorrow but seeing your grand gift for me just made it easier to show it to you now."

You reached out to his face, cupping his cheeks and wiping his happy tears.

Camilo leaned in to your touch, still unable to control his tears. "I love you so much Y/N, you don't know how much this means to me. I have the first and the prettiest chameleon in Encanto! She is amazing and I'm so happy I get to raise her myself!"

"You will! Oh and another special gift" You reached out to the side as you pulled out a book. Giving it to him, Camilo gently took the book and read the title.

"Camilo's guide for Chameleon care. Written by Y/N L/N and Antonio Madrigal"

Your smile grew even bigger, seeing this sight in front of you right now. Camilo was overwhelmed, but in the best way. Both of you never felt this loved before, and were more than happy knowing that it was each other that made it so.

Camilo put his new baby chameleon back in its enclosure, as he dives back into bed tackling you for a big bear hug.

"I don't think 'I love you' is enough to show you how happy I am right now"

"It's fine. Just one look from your loving eyes already tells me enough". You said as you snuggled into his chest. He chuckled and left a kiss on the crown of your head.

"You know, we can house my chameleon at your rainforest hideaway. Theres a treehouse there that would be perfect for her." He stroked your hair, hinting to leave and cuddle at the new place instead.

"Then what are we waiting for? Lets go!!"

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biographydivider · 2 years

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MILK DAY MILK DAY MILK DAY

Happy holiday, to all who celebrate! Thank you to @breannaaiedail and @missilestorm1 for coming up with this madness - and a happy birthday to @glitternightingale! You are all babes, and I can’t wait to see everyone’s creations. Here’s mine; time for some Bruno and Pepa shenanigans!

“Bruno?”

Bang bang.

“Bruno!”

Bang bang bang.

“Hurry up in there!” Félix called. “I need my hair oils, bro! I can’t go out looking like this.”

Bruno groaned, pulling at the bags under his eyes. “Just a sec, Félix.”

Ugh; what was it about the lighting in bathrooms that made you look so…haggard? “Y’can’t get some ambient lighting in here, Casita?” Bruno grumbled, inspecting the crow’s feet growing at the corners of his eyes. Laugh lines, Julieta called them. Not that he’d done much laughing since the last time he’d had decent access to a mirror. Unless they’d formed in the last few months, since he’d been home? Like, maybe they’d got the jump on him?

“Ayo, Tio!” Camilo piped up, “there’s a line forming here!”

“There’s other bathrooms, Milo,” Bruno yelled, applying the last of the day cream he’d swiped from one of the girls’ bathrooms last week. It was the last remnants of a jar, Pepa wouldn’t miss it. But it didn’t seem to be working, anyway. He still looked every day of his fifty years, and then some. Maybe it only worked for light skin…?

“They’re all being used,” his sobrino said from the hallway; “all the girls are on the rag together –”

“Camilo.”

“What? I can’t say they’re on the rag? Can I say Aunt Flo’s visiting? They’ve got the decorators in? Shark Week? What? Anyway; no other bathrooms, so chop chop, Bruno.”

“Fine! Fine.” Bruno swung the door wide and stamped out, walking past every guy on Pepa’s side of the family, including a desperately scampering Antonio, who barged past his brother and Papi to get to the toilet first. “Knock yourselves out. Storytime in ten, Toñito! ‘member to clean your teeth, too.”

“’kaaaay!”

He’d tried everything he could think of. Chugging water constantly just resulted in him needing to pee every ten minutes. He’d tried being in the sun; being out of the sun; lotions and potions and eating whatever Juli put in front of him (until she found out what he was trying to heal and told him, as gently as she could, that her Gift wasn’t a fountain of youth). Cutting out caffeine? Don’t even think about it. He’d gone for half a morning and then gave in and was all the grumpier and more exhausted for the attempt. It was no use, Bruno just felt…old. Old and ugly. I mean, he’d never felt like a good-looking guy, but now…let’s just say ten years was a long time to not see your reflection in anything more than a banged-up silver tea tray.

Anyway. Family Weirdo Club time. At least the kids made him feel young again. Pepa’s Storytime Rule was that Antonio needed to read a few pages of a Non-Fiction book before Bruno and Mirabel read him a storybook, and so tonight, they were learning about the Ancient Egyptians.

“‘Cleeeeap….Cleop…Cl…’”

“Cleopatra,” Mirabel said, holding a hot water bottle to her belly. “It’s a big word, hombrecito, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, Mira. ‘Clee-oh-patr-ah was a famous Eg…Egyptian Queen. She was also the most bee-you-tee-full woman in the whooole world, because she bathed in milk and honey –‘” Antonio scrunched up his face. “Milk and honey for a bath?! Gross!”

“Sounds like a pretty good drink, though,” Mirabel said with a wince. “Oof, maybe warm, with some cinnamon…owie.” Poor kiddo; her stomach must’ve been killing her.

Antonio beamed up at her. “Juanita can make you some milk!”

Juanita was a cow Antonio had adopted from a farmer in town; apparently, she wanted to see more of the Encanto than just the pasture she was born in. So Antonio had said; Bruno kinda just thought his nephew wanted a pet cow. Mamá had said she could only stay if she ‘pulled her weight’ – and so the entire Madrigal clan were enjoying a glut of cheese, cream, butter and milk, and Juanita got her very own paddock to grow fat in.

Hmmm…milk and honey...

“Tio?”

Bruno was lost in thought; teeth worrying at his bottom lip. I mean; it sounded dumb. But a lot of things did, when you broke them down. Like social situations. Or maths. I mean; it couldn’t be less effective than –

“Bruno!”

“Uhhyyyeeaah, um, uh-huh!” Bruno babbled, grabbing a storybook off Antonio’s shelves. “Yep, yup! Storytime. Don’t worry, kid; all under control. You go relax, heh.”

“If you’re sure…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure. Okay! Toñito! Billy and the Pirates tonight, yeah? Go get comfy…”

About half an hour later, Bruno was standing on a chair in the kitchen, attempting to reach a jar of honey without knocking half the contents of Julieta’s larder to the floor. He’d done some pretty illogical things in his time, but he really didn’t know how to explain this one to the family if he got caught.

C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon…got it!

Bruno leapt down from the chair, honeypot and spoon in hand. He set both on the counter, took a generous spoonful, and decanted it into a tiny jar he’d found in his room. Screwing the lid shut, he licked the spoon clean, went into the cold larder Juli kept especially for Juanita’s exports and…

Cream. Cheese. Butter. Whey. Curds. Everything but milk. Mirabel must’ve used the last of their supply for her period-pain-remedy. “Seriously?” Bruno growled, letting the larder door swing shut as he spun dramatically, gesturing at no-one. “We own an entire cow, how can there be no –”

Out the kitchen window, he could see Juanita grazing peacefully in her paddock.

No.

No way.

He wasn’t that desperate. Surely, he didn’t feel so old and wrinkly that he would –

…

“Heeeeeeeeyy, Juanita,” Bruno cooed, ducking under the fence into her paddock. “Sooo, I need a favour.” Juanita regarded him with deadpan brown eyes. Bruno approached; hands splayed out in pacification. “You give me, like, two squirts of milk in this lil’ jar, and I get you…I-I dunno, what do cows want?”

Juanita was silent on the matter. She simply chewed her cud as Bruno retrieved the milking stool from her shelter, flicking her tail disdainfully.

“Okay, um. I-I’ll get you…carrots. Carrots! Cows love carrots, right? I know a guy. Girl. Isabela. Getcha all the carrots you…all the carrots you want.” At the sight of her milking stool, Juanita stood in place and let Bruno sidle up to her and sit down. He winced.

“Okay. I can do this. I can do this. How hard can it be? How hard can it…ay, sorry! Sorry Juanita, didn’t mean to pull that hard. Okay…just aim it at the – gross gross gross gross it’s all warm and bleeeeargh –”

Splish-splish.

He’d done it. He’d milked a cow! Look at him go! Bruno Madrigal: Practically A Farmer.

“Thanks, Juanita,” Bruno said, stirring the milk into the honey with his finger as he walked backwards out the pasture. “I owe ya. Let’s keep this between us though, ‘kay? They already think I’m crazy in that house. I mean; I am talking to a cow, I-I guess. But…yeah.” He stuck his finger in his mouth, pulling it out with a pop. Mirabel was right; milk and honey did taste good. He just hoped it worked miracles, too. “G’night!”

Juanita said nothing. Just another night at the Madrigal house. She didn’t even like carrots.

…

“Woah-ho-ho, Brunito!” Felix hooted as his cuñado sauntered down the stairs the next morning. “Looking good, bro!”

“Thanks,” Bruno preened, trying his hair up with a ribbon so he could show off his glow. “I’m aware.”

He laid with the stuff on his face for a good, oh, hour and a half after he went to bed – he clearly couldn’t take up a bathroom for that length of time, not in this house, so he used the milk/honey concoction like a face mask; reading his book and trying not to get strands of hair stuck in the sweet, sticky mess. Trying to keep the rats away had been…interesting. In the end, Bruno had locked them all in their playroom for the night, tossing in a few stale arepas to assuage his guilt. Then, he’d wiped the concoction off, slept like a baby for once and, when he awoke, had the softest, clearest skin he’d had in years. Even the bags under his eyes seemed to be receding; and that was after only one night!

It had worked. It had actually worked!

He swanned around the Encanto for the rest of the day – winking at people of all genders, occasionally patting his face and enjoying how soft it felt – until, just before dinner, Pepa lunged from the shadows and dragged him into the kitchen with a yelp.

“Spill. Now.”

“I don’t know,” Bruno said, tilting his head this way and that, “what you mean, sister dear.”

“Where has this confidence come from?” Pepa crossed her arms, a tiny thundercloud forming above her head. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Bruno felt himself deflate, just a little. “I…I-I just feel nice today, that’s all. C-can’t I just feel nice?”

“Oh no; I’m not saying you don’t look nice. You look fantastic, it’s infuriating.” Pepa grabbed her brother by the ruana and yanked him close. “Bruno. The other day Señora Guzmán said my face had a lot of character.”

Bruno gasped. “Puta.”

“I will not be judged,” Pepa said through gritted teeth, “by a woman whose son was beaten in a fight by a plant.” She reached up and stroked Bruno’s cheek, eyes burning. “Tell me your secret.”

…

“…you are kidding me.”

A few hours later, Pepa leaned against the fenceposts as Bruno ducked into Juanita’s paddock.

“Pep,” Bruno said, spinning around and putting his feet on the bottom rung of the fence so he was at his sister’s height, cupping her face in his hands. “I love you. I think you’re beautiful just as you are. But if you want this –” he placed his palms under his jawline and posed, skin dewy even in the moonlight – “then y’gotta help me milk the stupid cow, alright?”

Pepa scowled. “…fiiiiiiine.”

Pepa ducked under the fence, making clucking noises with her tongue. “Heeeere, Juanita…that’s a good girl, come on…”

Juanita, however, had other ideas. Being harassed in the middle of the night by two humans with desperation in their eyes had not been part of the deal she’d broached with Antonio. She would not be tugged on and bullied, she just wouldn’t stand for it. And so, as soon as the scraggly-haired male human placed her milking stool at her side and sat down, she moved a few paces, just out of reach. And then again. And again. And then, when the red-haired female one tried to hold her by the halter, Juanita swung her huge head at her middle and knocked her flying. This cow was not in the mood to play two nights in a row.

“Pep, j-just grab her, alright?”

“I am trying, Bruno – if you think it’s so easy, you hold her steady, and I’ll milk her.”

“Fine!”

“Fine! Gimme that stupid stool…”

…

“’Psychosomatic,’”

read Camilo, straddling the dictionary across his legs.

“’Relating to the interaction of the mind and the body.’”

His prima wrestled the huge, leather tome away from him, flicking backwards to the ‘F’s.“‘Folie à deux,’” read Mirabel, her finger raised in the air in a way that reminded Camilo a little too much of their tio, “‘also known as shared psychosis or delusional disorder.’”

They both turned back to the bedroom window; watching as Camilo’s Mami chased a cow around the paddock just outside his window, while their Tio Bruno was basically dragged along the ground, holding onto her halter, yelling ‘think of y’complexion, Pep!’ as his sister stumbled over her skirts in a vain attempt to catch Juanita; a steadily growing wind blowing her hair back from her face, which was frozen in a mask of crazed determination.

“Told you he was being weird out there last night. Now he’s involved her in it, too.”

“At least he’s feeling more confident,” Mirabel offered, leaning on the windowsill. “He deserves that.”

“Yeah, but that gunk doesn’t work,” Camilo scoffed. “It’s all in his head. Frickin’ sunlight and good food’re doing more for his skin than some magic cure.”

“Do you want to go down there and tell them?”

“Pffbt; no.”

“Then we’re agreed; we stay up here, out of sight, and come up with a name for this…” Mirabel winced as Bruno faceplanted in the mud. At least, she hoped it was mud. “…spectacle.”

“Bruno!” Camilo’s Mami shrieked; a crack of lightning punctuating her panic. “Your face! Your beautiful face!”

“…Madrigal Madness?” Camilo offered. Mirabel grinned, offering her fist to be bumped in agreement.

“Madrigal Madness. Definitely.”

#Bruno's opinions on his looks do not reflect those of the author #but you knew that already right?#encantomilkday #encanto milk day #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto #pensandpizza

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enchanted-encanto · 2 years

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La Canción de Mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 53: The Sky's the Limit

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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: Emilia’s fifth birthday (and gift ceremony day) has arrived!

Chapter Notes: This chapter jumps ahead in time, taking place a little under four years after the events of the previous chapter.

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Just under four years had gone by in the Encanto, and much had happened in the Madrigal family during that time.

Isabela’s floral design and clothing company grew so much that she ended up opening up her own shop in town. Business was booming, and Isabela had never been happier. Dolores became a part of Isabela’s company as the manager, with her cool calm and collected demeanor lending well to the business side of things while Isabela focused on the creative aspects.

Luisa had continued to spend a majority of her time helping out the citizens of the Encanto in any way she could. She maintained a healthy balance between helping others and taking care of herself, but truly enjoyed using her gift as a way to give back to the community and town she loved so much.

Mirabel had turned her photography hobby into a ever growing career, quickly becoming well known throughout the Encanto for her artistic and beautiful photographs.

Camilo was still figuring out exactly what he wanted to do with himself for the future, but he knew whatever it was he wanted it to be centered around music. He had become a regular member of Natalia’s band when she performed at gigs in the Encanto, playing guitar and often singing alongside her.

Antonio had grown into a bright and caring pre-teen, still spending most of his time with the animals he so adored.

But the biggest change of all was the addition of Bruno and Natalia’s third and last child, a little girl! A little over two years after Leo’s birth, Natalia gave birth to their second daughter. She was the only one of their children born at night, and Natalia and Bruno were so moved by the sight of the moon shining brightly outside her window at the hospital that they decided to name their baby girl Luna. All three of Bruno and Natalia’s children shared jet black hair and green eyes like their parents.

Emilia had grown into a spunky, happy, and adventurous little girl. She was extroverted, affectionate, and caring, and she loved all of her family immensely. She loved all of her cousins greatly, but her and Camilo remained the best of friends and kept their special bond as she grew up, and she shared his love for making people smile. She was tall already for her age, and Bruno and Natalia could tell she’d surpass them both in height before they knew it.

Leo was different than his older sister; a bit calmer, but equally loving and affectionate. He was patient, friendly, and never got overly upset or frustrated about anything.

Luna, affectionately nicknamed Lulu by her family, was still developing into her personality more every day. She was an extremely smart, sweet, observant, and curious child, fascinated by everything around her.

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Emilia was now only a few days away from her fifth birthday, meaning her gift ceremony was soon to come as well.

“Honey, have you seen Emi?” Natalia asked Bruno, seeing as she walked around the couch that he was sitting beside Leo reading a storybook to him. “Oops–sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your story!”

“That’s okay Mommy.” Leo said in a sweet, small voice.

Natalia smiled. “Emi’s been awfully quiet today, I want to check on her.”

“I haven’t seen her for a little while, amor.” Bruno replied.

“She’s in the treehouse, Nat.” Dolores said, passing by her in the hallway. “Gracias Dolores!” Natalia replied. She kissed Leo on the top of his head, gave Bruno a quick kiss, and then headed to the backyard. “Enjoy your story!”

The year prior the Madrigals built a treehouse in one of the large trees in the casita’s backyard. Bruno and Natalia’s kids fell in love with the treehouse and spent a large amount of time in it regularly.

Natalia approached the treehouse’s ladder.

“Emi?” She called out.

Emilia poked her head out from the treehouse’s door, making Natalia smile.

“Hi Mamá!” Emilia exclaimed.

“Hi sweetie! Can I join you for a minute?”

“Sure!“

Natalia climbed up the ladder and carefully ducked her head down to enter into the small wooden structure.

Emilia had pieces of paper and crayons scattered all around her, each with different drawings on them. She sat down and made some space for her mother to sit.

“How are you mi amor?” Natalia said, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“I’m…okay.” Emilia said, suddenly looking down at her lap. Emilia very rarely expressed any sort of reserved or nervous behavior, so Natalia knew immediately that something was wrong.

“What’s going on baby?” Natalia said, putting her hand under Emilia’s chin. “Feeling nervous about your gift ceremony?”

Emilia nodded. “Yeah.”

“Talk to me, what are you nervous about?”

“Everything.” Emilia replied. “What if I don’t like my gift? Mirabel doesn’t have one, maybe I won’t get one too and things won’t have to change.”

“Hey, listen to me.” Natalia said with a soft smile. Emilia looked up at her.

“No matter what happens, gift or no gift, you are still my amazing, wonderful, incredible daughter. Who you are inside won’t change. You are amazing for who you are, not whatever your gift will or won’t be. Understand?”

Emilia brightened a bit, smiling up at Natalia.

“You promise?” She asked, her voice still hesitant.

“I promise. Your Daddy and I love you so much and we are so, so proud of you.”

Natalia opened her arms and Emilia climbed into them. Natalia squeezed her tightly and then kissed her cheek as they pulled apart.

“I love you too Mommy.” Natalia heard Emilia say as they embraced, making her heart swell in her chest.

“Plus–“ Natalia added with a lighter tone, “–you’ve got to be excited about finally getting your own room, right?”

“Yes!!” Emilia exclaimed. She looked down excitedly at her drawings. “I’ve been drawing pictures of what my gift might be, want to see?”

“Of course!” Natalia exclaimed.

“This one is me running super fast, and this one is me with laser vision, and this one–“

“Hey up there!” A voice called out to them.

Natalia peeked her head out of treehouse the door and saw Bruno on the ground below, smiling up at her.

“Hello down there!” Natalia exclaimed.

“I’m assuming you found our daughter?” Bruno joked.

“Daughter has been found.” Natalia replied, laughter in her voice.

“Dinner’s ready!”

Emilia excitedly climbed down the ladder and crashed into her father’s legs, hugging them tightly.

“There’s my big almost-five-year-old girl!” Bruno said lovingly, hugging her back where he could reach. “Go find your brother and sister and get cleaned up for dinner, okay?”

“Kay!” Emilia said, running off into the house.

“Psst, come here for a sec!” Natalia said to Bruno in a loud whisper once Emilia was inside.

Bruno looked around and smiled, quickly climbing up the ladder to join her.

“This space is way too small for the two of us.” Natalia said as he sat down, her eyes flirtatious.

“How on Earth will we remedy that?” Bruno flirted back, inching a bit closer to her.

Natalia giggled as she leaned over to him, climbing in his lap and kissing him deeply.

Bruno exhaled contentedly at her touch, wrapping his arms around her back. They kissed for a few moments, and Bruno’s heart was doing flips when he saw her smiling brightly at him as they pulled apart.

“Over five years of marriage and three kids later and you still make a complete mess out of me every single day.” Bruno said softly.

“You’re just getting more perfect by the year, baby.” Natalia said, her tone of voice making him feel weak. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” Bruno said before kissing her again. After they pulled apart, he looked down at his daughter’s scattered drawings.

“What’s all this?” He asked.

“Em’s feeling a little nervous about her gift ceremony.” Natalia replied, putting her arms around his neck. “Understandably. I’m nervous too. These are all drawings of what she thinks her gift might be.”

Bruno picked up one of the drawings and smiled sympathetically. “It’s a big day, I completely understand. I’d be surprised if she wasn’t nervous, even Emi being Emi.”

“I told her how much we love her and she’s still our amazing little girl no matter what.”

“That she is.” Bruno said sweetly. “Almost five years old already, I can’t believe it. Wasn’t I just working up the courage to kiss you for the first time in the bakery like, ten minutes ago?”

Natalia beamed at him. “It sure feels like it sometimes! I knew I was in love with you that day, and I love you even more now. What a beautiful life we have.”

“That we do, sweetheart.”

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The day of Emilia’s fifth birthday had arrived, and unlike the previous gift ceremonies kept this one entirely family only. The family had all wished Emilia happy birthday throughout the morning, and now the time for her ceremony was upon them.

Natalia was in the nursery with Emilia, just the two of them. She knelt down to Emilia’s level and took both of her hands.

“Do you want someone to walk up the stairs with you, mijita?” She asked.

Emilia shook her head with a confident smile.

“No, I can do it by myself Mommy.”

Natalia smiled. “I know you can. Remember, we love you and are so proud of you no matter what happens. Aaaaand, your favorite cake is waiting for you when the ceremony’s over.”

“Yay!!! Coconut cake!!” Emilia exclaimed.

Natalia giggled, then kissed Emilia on the forehead before standing up.

“Estás lista?”

Emilia took a deep breath, and nodded.

Natalia reached out her hand and Emilia took it as they exited the room.

Bruno and Camilo were outside the door waiting for them.

“There’s the lady of the hour!” Camilo said enthusiastically.

“Isa made my dress for me!!” Emilia exclaimed, twirling back and forth. Her dress was sky blue, had short sleeves, and was floor length. It had Isabela’s magical daisies sewn into the dress’ ruffles, cascading down one side.

“And you look absolutely beautiful, mija!” Bruno replied, leaning down to her eye level. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, Daddy.” Emilia replied sincerely.

“She’s ready!” Natalia said.

“I’m ready!“ Emilia confirmed.

“Perfect!” Bruno responded.

“And she doesn’t want anyone to walk up with her.” Natalia added. “She’s got this.”

“Of course she does.” Camilo said, his voice calm and collected. “For our Em? Our bold and brave adventure seeker? Psh. A gift ceremony is nothin’.”

Emilia laughed, encouraged by her family’s support.

Bruno took Natalia’s hand and walked alongside their daughter as she approached the staircase. She looked up at them, smiled, and headed up the staircase to meet her grandmother. She glanced back down the stairs, and was comforted by the sight of her entire family smiling up at her.

The ceremony was a bit different now that the candle was gone, but the new door in front of Emilia still sparkled with anticipatory magic. Alma looked down at Emilia and smiled.

“This is our first gift ceremony since the magic was lost and then returned to our family.” Alma began. “We are blessed beyond measure to have all of our family here today and to be celebrating the fifth birthday of our sweet Emilia.”

Alma took Emilia’s hand and squeezed it gently.

“Whatever the next few moments bring, you are loved beyond measure by all of your family. Are you ready?”

Emilia nodded with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes, abuela!”

Natalia watched from below. Luna was beside her, holding her hand. Next to Luna was Leo, standing next to Bruno who had his hand on his son’s shoulder. Natalia’s eyes grew teary as she watched her oldest daughter, happy and confident.

She looked over at Bruno and the two smiled warmly at each other, their hearts overflowing with love and pride.

Emilia approached the new door and, after a brief moment of hesitation, placed her hand on the doorknob.

The door instantly sprang to life, sparkling and shining with magic.

Before anyone else had time to process what they were seeing, Emilia began to giggle and look down at her feet in awed surprise. She was hovering a few inches above the ground, an unseen magical force keeping her afloat.

“Emi’s flying!!” Leo cried out, his eyes wide.

“Ay Dios mío, she is flying!” Natalia exclaimed, an expression on her face of amazement and nerves.

“Mommy, Daddy, look at me!!!” Emilia squealed. She motioned her body slightly in one direction and moved gently through the air.

“You’re amazing! But oh, please be careful Emi!!” Natalia called out, attempting to reign in her nerves.

“This makes perfect sense.” Bruno said to Natalia after a moment, watching their daughter lovingly. “Our adventurous, brave, heights loving little girl can fly. I can’t imagine anything more perfect for her.”

Emilia attempted to stabilize herself and, after a few moments, set her feet back down on the ground.

The family looked up at Emilia’s door, which now had a magically carved in image of her smiling with clouds and swirls of air behind her, representing her new gift. The casita itself shimmied and danced with excitement, making Emilia giggle as the floorboards celebrated beneath her feet.

“Oh, we’re in trouble now. We could barely keep her out of high places as it is.” Bruno said with a laugh, looking over at Natalia.

“She’s actually safer now, I think. She can catch herself with her magic if she falls. I’m just worried about her bonking her head or crashing into something.”

“Parents of magical kids have unique challenges, no question.” Bruno smiled.

They walked over to Emilia and both leaned down to hug her at the same time. Emilia beamed in between her parents.

“Mommy, Daddy, I can fly!!” Emilia cried out, nearly bursting with excitement.

“You sure can princess!” Bruno replied.

“We love you so much mijita, you did so amazing!” Natalia exclaimed. “But we’re going to need to make sure you learn how to use your gift safely okay? Promise?”

Emilia nodded excitedly. “Promise.”

“Emi!” Luna cried out, excited by all the commotion around her but too young to understand it.

“Hi Lulu!” Emilia replied with a big smile, leaning down to hug her baby sister.

“You were flying, Emi!” Leo exclaimed as he took his turn to hug his sister.

The rest of the Madrigals crowded around Emilia, each giving her celebratory praise and hugs.

When it came to be Camilo’s time to speak to Emilia, Emilia used her newfound power to fly up a short distance and crash into his chest for a hug. Camilo laughed and caught her, hugging her tightly. Camilo had grown several inches taller over the years but stayed as lanky and slim as he’d always been.

“Milo!!” Emilia said. She had given that nickname to him, pronounced me-low, as soon as she started speaking. “I can fly!!!”

“You did awesome up there pequeñita!” Camilo exclaimed as he set her down. He glanced over at Natalia, and then put his arm around her shoulder. “Try not to freak out your mom by crash landing into anything though, okay?”

Natalia laughed. “Thank you pequeñito.”

“Can we go in my new room??” Emilia asked, jumping up and down in place.

“Of course! Vamos!” Bruno said, smiling as Emilia took his hand.

She opened the door to the room and, to her immense joy, it was filled with a magically induced landscape of grass, tall trees, and blue skies filled with puffy clouds. Prior to her gift she had loved nothing more than climbing trees and scaling high places, and this magical room gave her room to do that and so much more.

The first part of the room looked like a normal child’s bedroom, but the rest clearly gave Emilia tons of room to practice her new gift. She ran around the space on foot for a minute before looking over at her parents.

“Can I, Mommy?” Emilia asked, looking over at Natalia in anticipation.

Natalia nodded with a smile. “Go ahead sweetie.”

Emilia squealed in excitement as she lifted herself off the ground with her magic and flew up. She flew around the room, giggling with joy. She sped up and then was out of sight for a few moments as she flew vertically, then descended.

“I found the top!” She exclaimed. “I can see up so high!!”

“That’s great baby!” Natalia replied.

“Oh good, so the room does have barriers.” Bruno said quietly to Natalia after Emilia sped back off. “Don’t have to worry about her getting lost.”

“Or you know, flying off into the magical abyss.” Natalia joked.

The family gathered in the room to chat and watch Emilia enjoy her new space.

Félix approached Natalia on one side, noticing the nervous look on her face.

“I know that look, hermana.” Félix said with a laugh. “She’ll be fine.”

“How do you guys handle having super powered kids?” Natalia replied with a nervous laugh. “I thought I was ready, but how can you ever really be ready for something like this?”

“You just take it day by day.” Félix said with a sympathetic smile. “She’s already doing great.”

Félix slapped his hand on Bruno’s shoulder. “Congratulations, you two are raising an incredible little lady. Now you just have to wrangle her out of the sky every day. No problema!”

Bruno laughed. “Thanks, hermano.”

Leo and Luna joined Emilia to run around and play in her new room, and Natalia and Bruno put their arms around each other as they watched over them.

“One down, two to go.” Bruno said, kissing Natalia on the cheek.

“They’re the best.” Natalia said sweetly, watching her children in adoration. “This whole family is.”

“I love you.” Bruno said, hugging her closer to him.

“I love you so much.” Natalia replied, leaning her head on his shoulder.

She exhaled briefly before looking back over at him, a smile on her face.

“Now we get to begin navigating the totally normal parenting experience of having a flying five year old.” She said, half joking. “We’ve got this, right?”

Bruno chuckled, hugging her tighter to him.

“We’ve absolutely got this.”

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 53:

-Luna: moon -Amor/mi amor: love/my love -Gracias: thank you -Casita: house -Mija/mijita: affectionate term for “my daughter” -Estás lista: are you ready -Abuela: grandmother -Ay Dios mío: oh my god -Pequeñito/a: little one -Vamos: let’s go -Hermana/o: sister/brother -Problema: problem

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crimsonlazuli · 4 months

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I watched The Boy and The Heron

(First Review)

In 2013, the widely renowned Director, Hayao Miyazaki declares his retirement. While announcing multiple times over retiring over the years, this seem to be it. Until he released a 2018 short film, Boro the Caterpillar. Later he developed Earwig and the Witch in 2020. This year, 2023, The Boy and The Heron was yet again Miyazaki's return to form after ten years!

The moment the credits rolled, I immediately got up and left the theater (due to being under the weather). The takeaway I had while driving home and going to sleep was I watched a film that had no idea what it was trying to say. The movie begins with the MC, Mahito, moving to the countryside after losing his mother in a terrible fire. His father immediately remarries to who is his aunt who is expecting? They go to this home and discovers a heron, who summons him on a very big request. After his refusal to the call, his aunt/mother-in-law.

Mahito teams up with the heron to find his missing Aunt in the realm of what is sly afterlife? The movie's execution was similar to Mary and the Witches Flower. A film that tried to be so many things but it’s convoluted plot about a family relative actually being a witch, the plot being forced with antagonist that had no reason to be there, and an ending that felt so abrupt and rushed with little to no explanation that it felt like someone was reading a storybook and yada yada parts that seem to be important or had a reason to say, was passed aside. These two are the extremely pretentious.

The animation and the sound effects are wonderful, the casting is very good and ignores all the trappings of cliché anime character sounds. However, I would rather watch Miyazaki‘s older works or Disney's Encanto. The Boy and the Heron tried to have so much to say, but never gave itself time to thoroughly give context.

I am not a fan of Film or TV that focuses more and more than actually telling a story, you have to make sure your audience understands what the fuck is going on. literally there would be moments in the films where characters would talk and there is no audio at all. It is lost in translation.

Want to know what's a great Miyazaki movie is? Kiki‘s Delivery Service. It is about a witch who goes to the city, and has a journey of finding herself and stumbles along the way, but gains a community she can love, trust and re-learns how to soar again. Anther great movie is Nausica, the Valley of the Wind, because Miyazaki really enjoys his themes of man versus nature, and

In The Boy and The Heron, he discussed about vague war efforts of Japan in the 1940s, and the movie tried to say “hey boy, you need to be my successor and you have to also save your pregnant fully grown aunt who wanted to go to labor in this supernatural place with no explanation whatsoever and you being forced into something you didn’t want to do.”

It’s premise says one thing, but barely discusses one another, nor has cohesion. The movie is titled The Boy and The Heron, The Heron is out barely there! The film should be renamed to "The Boy and His Cosmic Dysfunctiontional Family"

The movie is a mess, and could have been better if it was about anything else.

#the boy and the heron #movie review #overrated

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dororoxpenana · 8 months

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My beautiful lil baker in the Encanto 2D storybook style! 💚✨️

#encanto #encanto disney #encanto oc #maría madrigal #my art #bruno madrigal x oc #original character #look at her pls she makes me so soOoOoOoft #lineless art

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sidecharactersdomatter · 6 months

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You're right about Nancy and Edward. It was so irresponsible of them to gift a baby a wishing wand that I don't know why the film didn't have her be aged up if I'm supposed to interpret she'll use it when she was older which is another point of criticism aimed at the film.

But anyway, I wanted to know a couple of things about the characters from The fairytale of my life if they're not spoilers from the story. Like, did Morgan enter any writing competitions? I read in one of your posts that Giselle's business was shut down, does she still make dresses but as a freelance seamstress now.

Exactly!!! You totally get me thank you. Disenchanted was basically a bunch of ideas that sounded interesting but they ended up being terribly executed. This is why Tftoml doesn’t have the Philips receiving the wand, because in my experience the wish granting wand trope has been overused by Disney. Examples being Disney Princess Enchanted tales: Follow your dreams, Keys to the Kingdom and Tangled the Series’ episode, Rapunzel: Day One.

If I was in charge of the plot I have 2 ways it could’ve been executed. They could’ve just had a magical bottle with an Alan Tudyk genie or an enchanted storybook with whatever you write in it magically becomes real, nothing would change. I think the enchanted storybook would be better than an unnecessary wand, whenever you erase or change the ending your world would end up going back to normal instead of Disenchanted’s disappointing ending where it just resets as another day. Maybe Disenchanted should’ve stayed in production hell a little longer so that way the story could get straightened out.

If Morgan made the wish, she would’ve wished for Giselle to not act so overbearing, but she wouldn’t be specific and the wish goes straight for the ‘evil stepmother’ persona and she would learn to respect and be grateful for her parents. If an aged up Sofie made the wish, they would’ve done what Pokemon: Spell of the Unown did and have her wish make her world like a fairytale so that way it could make life easier for her family but she’s unaware how’s it affecting Giselle, Robert and Morgan and she would have to tearfully learn that escapism isn’t always the answer and be grateful for what you have right now. Spell of the Unown perfectly pulled off the ‘Be careful what you wish for’ trope very well because Molly was alone in her home and the absence of her parents made her Separation Anxiety worse. So she wished for her life to be like the fairytales her father told her but she was unaware that she was causing harm outside her own home and decided to do the right thing by helping Ash and her friends defeat the Unown saving her home and I think she was also ready to face the consequences at the end of the movie.

If Disenchanted had better writers, came out in 2017 before Amphibia, Encanto and Turning Red, and made Morgan the main character. It could’ve started an era where Disney films don’t always have to have an actual or twist villain, but focus on an internal conflict, usher in films that touch on generational trauma, and where the female protagonist doesn’t always have to be happy go lucky all the time and can have more diverse personalities.

In the fairytale of my life, Morgan does not make the Memory tree, since to me it ended up being a poorly built up maguffin. Morgan does try writing activities at the Manhattan library and used to take an art class before the move to Grimmberg. Since Giselle’s business was shut down by a health inspector she did graduate An adult education class and as a stay home mom she does draw up new designs in her free time. I’m glad I aged up and made Sofie the tetartagonist and gave her an actual purpose in tftoml.

I hope this answers your latest question and tl:dr Enchanted symbolized a new age of films where their female protagonists go through character development, Disenchanted symbolizes that Disney’s still stuck in their old ways and are in desperate need of change such as Non white protagonists, LGBT+ and disability acceptance, and being able to deal with serious topics in a respectful way.

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research604jo · 7 months

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Deeper research on Mila Useche

Link to her website Link to her instagram

Website about page: "Mila Useche is a Colombian artist and film director based in Berlin. After graduating from university in 2017 with a B.A. in Illustration, she started working in video games and comics as a designer and illustrator. In 2020 she decided to start freelancing as a character designer for animation and publishing. Among several clients are Disney, DreamWorks, Nickelodeon, Scholastic, Harper Collins, and Warner Bros. Animation. Most recently, Mila’s work has shifted from client-based digital services to more personal and physical artworks."

Looking through her instagram, I saw lots of personal insights in a lot of her posts where I was able to understand her thinking and thought process as she went from character design + animation to physical paintings.

HER EARLY WORK:

Early in her instagram, you can see her diverse skill in animation. She is a character designer and scene builder working in a textured digital style that gives her artwork a very cosy, heartwarming, storybook style. She was getting commissioned by animation studios, even to make promotional art for Disney's Encanto (see above). Che did instagram "challenges" such as the "hue challenge" (see above) which is a big commitment and is mainly to drive instagram engagement but also seems to encourage many illustration styles from her. During this time she mostly did digital painting on her iPad, only ever doing studies and plans in her sketchbooks.

HER TRANSITIONAL WORK:

She had expressed that it had been years since doing something fun and expressive in her sketchbook and was very inspired on her trip to Tokyo earlier this year. She began branching out of her sketchbook, using watercolours on paper, using acrylics on canvas, eventually to pastel crayons on large paper and even having a go at some miniature sculpting of her characters. Drawing oil pastels on paper was the thing that inspired her the most, she says it brings back the feeling of drawing in her sketchbook as a child, and that the pastels allowed her more freedom to make mistakes because it's cheaper than watercolour and acrylics.

Because of her new freedom in creating her personal art instead of animation work, she also began being inspired by memories and personal experiences. Although she never fully describes the meaning or origin, you can see the concept in her art and the expression in it. Quotes from her instagram descriptions in under a few images: "Going back to traditional feels so good!" "I know it's not my usual art, but bare with me, cus I'm having so much fun"

HER CURRENT WORK: (What I'm inspired by)

She began buying larger and larger canvases, showing each peice with pride - even when she doesn't love what she has created she tells us "I'm not very happy about it (the painting), makes me a bit uncomfortable, but that always motivates me to start the next (painting)". This is such a great perspective as an artist.

"I think I will name this art movement Colobia Pop Kawaii"

Her current goals in life are to be able to afford a big, bright, well equipped studio with a view and a garden.

She expresses that her original dream when she left university was to have her art exhibited in galleries and museums and she felt as though she'd lost that dream when she moved to digital only art work. I think it's interesting that despite doing amazing digital art and working for amazing animation studios and projects, she didn't feel fulfilled. That is the dream of many artists and she was able to be honest with herself and her audience and take the leap into an entirely different art style and was able to bloom and express herself in a more truthful way.

I think a lot of creatives and artists can relate to this path and are somewhere along it. Although I'm obviously early in my artistic journey, I'd say I'm in that transitional stage at the moment where I'm looking for my true style and looking for a way to create that is truthful to myself.

#thecreative

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cheesy-cryptid · 2 years

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No but forreal you could illustrate the next Encanto storybook it looks so cute. Like cotton candy if that makes sense

COTTON CANDYYY 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I LOVE THAT OMG THATS MAKING ME TEAR UP THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭 now i want to see like an encanto book but for toddlers and the characters are all in a simplified chibi-like artstyle 💖😭💖😭

#answered asks #MANIFESTING THOSE BOOK ILLUSTRATOR DREAM JOBS

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picklepie888 · 2 years

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I honestly wish Sofia the First could've lasted a little longer so we could've gotten episodes of Moana and Mirabel interacting with Sofia.

#disney #sofia the first #disney princess #moana #encanto #mirabel madrigal #also more cedric #he was easily the best part of the show #since mirabel got along so well with kids i have no doubt she and sofia wouldve been besties #and of course moana and sofia share the same adventurous spirit #come on disney at least give us some storybook continuations or something

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wwillowtrees · 2 years

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FALLING FOR YA

a reluctant reader begins to fall in love with the hopeless romantic and infamous bastard, camilo madrigal. what happens on their journey? stick around to find out.

camilo madrigal x filipina (your choice if it’s full or half or etc)! fem reader | a multi-chapter story — taking place before and during the events of the movie

translations can be found at the end of each chapter! ^^

i realized mid-writing the chapter that i needed to separate it into 2 parts since it was getting a little long, lulw. so i apologize for that! anyways, enjoy the new chapter <3

read all the chapters here !

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CH 5.1 - A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | PART 1 OF 3

You can feel the cold nipping your skin as you run through the streets of Encanto. The bright-colored paint that covered each house was more muted with the sun setting now. Candles were scattered around every path you took, multitudes of people gathering around to light up each one. The warm glow the candles provided easily lit up the town with its charm; A sense of warmth now flowed through your body, the homey-like feeling greatly contrasting with the night’s cold weather.

You smiled at the tenderness of it all as you continued to run faster, the outline of your home now fading into your line of sight. The inside of your house was painted with warm lighting that seeped through the open windows, the quiet sounds of crackling fire suggesting the use of candles. You did a small twirl before animatedly landing on your doorstep like how a princess would in the storybooks you have read, your skirt flowing around at the action. You courteously knocked on the wooden door before stepping in without a second thought, sounds of rush footsteps and hurried conversations greeting you at your arrival while you took off your shoes.

You walk through empty corridors, sometimes squinting due to the dark atmosphere. You entered the one room with its door unlocked, and in it were your parents rushing to get ready. Your father was running around the place, desperately trying to find another sock that matched the one he held. He wanted to wear a suit in particular, ranting about how you always have to look your best at a party from head to toe, or something. You couldn’t really pick up on most of the words, mostly distracted by the baro that suddenly landed on your face. You snorted, pulling the transparent fabric down to clearly see your mother viciously looking through her closet.

She was frantic in her movements, throwing away clothes haphazardly. Some landed on the bed behind her whilst others fell onto your arms. The itchy fabric of the baro irritated your skin slightly, but you stayed silent. You opted to ignore your parents' antics, as you rushed to get dressed.

You all had a party to attend to, after all, so the stress was excusable.

A skirt of your favorite color nested on top of the wrinkled blankets of your parent’s shared bed, and you recognized it to be the one your mother had specifically bought for the party earlier today. You toyed with the fabric, admiring the embroidery that decorated the ends of the cloth. You hummed, snatching the skirt and dropping the other clothes you held onto the bed. You grabbed the waistband and wrapped it around the front of your waist, twirling it around to test out how it would look on you. You look up to the mirror that stood beside the bed, being met with the reflection of you. You smiled at how pretty you felt.

“Honey, catch.” You hear your mother call out, and before you could even respond, a blur of color was flung at you. You barely catch the thing with your hands, almost dropping the skirt you held in the process. You shake your head in surprise, slowly coming to realize what you were even holding as you stared down at it. It was a tapis that matched your skirt, the fabric plain yet you could already imagine how well it would look with the rest of your outfit.

“Be quick, okay? We can talk about why you were late some other time.” She told, still busy finding something inside her closet.

Of course, she didn’t forget, you noted. You nodded before verbally replying, forgetting she couldn’t see the action with her back turned. Your mom hummed approvingly, which you considered to be your cue to leave. You swiftly turned on your heel and walked right out, bending down to pick up a certain sock before blindly throwing it behind you.

You assumed your dad was able to catch it with the appreciative thanks you got as you walked away, and you waved him in dismissal. You walked to your room with a skip in your step, humming a song as you closed the door behind you.

You let the usual skirt you wore fall to the ground, stumbling a bit just to get out of them. You scoffed in amusement, chuckling as your rushed to take off the rest of your clothes. You grabbed the nearest towel while you threw the clothes you planned to wear on your bed before heading to your bathroom, the bathtub was already filled with the faucet left running when you entered. You quietly took note to thank whoever prepared your bath later as you cautiously dipped your body into it, all the while making sure to not get your hair wet.

Once you were comfortable, you finally sank into the warm water, allowing yourself to sigh aloud at how it magically soothed the ache in your muscles. Look— running around town can take a lot, okay? And you weren’t exactly built for it, almost always preferring to stay inside if it weren’t for the fact you looked forward to meeting a certain boy every day. You could hear a loud thump in your chest.

You slapped your cheeks, the water slightly stinging you. Why were you feeling this way, he’s just a friend! A good pal, a trustworthy partner— nothing more obviously. You gulped nervously, your fingers sinking into the skin of your cheeks.

The case was closed, the verdict had been decided so long ago. You didn’t like him.

But the earnest eyes while he asked if you were okay said otherwise. The way he held you with so much security as if you were to fall due to the winds again said otherwise. The small charming smile he had, whenever he looked at you, said otherwise. You squirmed, water splashing all over the place as you remembered the events that unfolded that very afternoon.

You shook your head, automatically grabbing the soap bar beside you and rubbing it all over your body. You worked on auto-pilot, always moving to focus on something else if your brain even dared to wander back to a peculiar teen. The next thing you knew, you were out of the bath and back inside your room. Water dropped from your skin as you walked to your closet. You opened its huge doors and grabbed the finest barong you could find and a random white undershirt to match.

You quickly put the two tops on, sighing as you pulled up a new pair of underwear right after. You swivel to your bed, patting the dust off the skirt before wearing it, dust particles flying around the air as you did. You gently took the tapis and wrapped it around your waist to your liking, sometimes re-doing it a couple of times before settling on the knot resting on your left. You run a hand through your hair as you walked towards your mirror, your feet thumping against the soft carpet underneath. You stopped at the sight of your reflection, your eyes widening as you looked at yourself.

You spun around happily after a few moments of silence, looking at yourself with a sense of euphoria. You grinned, hugging yourself tight.

“Ang ganda ko!” You squealed in excitement, jumping happily. You swayed your hips around, fanning yourself before winking at your reflection. You let out a low whistle, looking up and down at your body.

“Looking good girl!” You cheered, the smile on yourself never leaving. You blew a kiss to the mirror, chuckling as you made your way to your door. You twisted the doorknob, swinging it open. You spot your dad walking down the hallway, seemingly on his way towards your room. He looked up at you, a small smile graces his face as he extended his out.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice soft and gentle. You nodded, opting to wrap your hand around his arm instead. He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head as he guided you both outside. Your father smoothly fixes his tie while you quickly put on your shoes before opening the front door, revealing your mother fixing her hairdo in the back of an old wooden wagon. She glances toward you both, a grin on her face as she motions for you to come over.

You quickly obliged, letting go of your father and walking over to her. You smoothed out the bottom of your skirt before taking a seat next to her, mindlessly kicking your legs in the air while your mother pats your head fondly. You see your father jogging over towards the driver at front, giving him a knowing nod as he sat next to him. The other returns the gesture, and with the flick of a leash, the wagon starts to move.

The donkey’s hooves clicked against the cold pavement, and the old wooden wagon it carried creaked with each step. You ride over bumpy roads and through crowded streets, everyone around you seemingly just as excited for what the night had planned as well.

Along the road, you spot a man with a bunch of sparklers in his hand amidst the loud streets. He gripped them tightly as he lit them up with a burning match to show their true beauty. An audible gasp rolls off your tongue at how they glowed, the bright light it gave off beautifully contrasting the night. He casually gives a couple to some kids who ran by him.

The two children wave their sparklers around in the air, hopping on a moving wagon while they continue to watch the sticks they now hold sparkle in awe. They giggled loudly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle with them as your wagon passed theirs. Everything felt magical like it was a scene from a storybook. Yet it was all real, and you knew you weren’t in a world inked in rustic paper. The night buzzed as the loud laughter from adults and teens alike filled the air, and the giggles and squeals from kids anchored you to reality. You smiled, resting your head against your mother’s shoulder.

“I like it here.”

You hear her snort, glancing down at how her fingers interlaced with yours.

“Me too.”

The wagon shakes slightly, and the bumpy roads you were used to looking down were now turning into a gravel path surrounded by luscious grass. The green blades shined bright under the moonlight, a slight glow to them as they swayed with the cool, afternoon breeze. You hummed, hearing muffled music blare loudly from behind. You look over your shoulder, spotting a familiar house nearing closer. You gulped nervously, clutching onto your mother’s hand in instinct.

And if your mom cringed at how sweaty your palms suddenly became, she didn’t say a word.

“We’re here!” She exclaimed instead, jumping in her seat before hopping off the still moving wagon. You followed after her, being dragged by the grip she still had on your hand after all. You laugh at her excitement, your laughter turning into small giggles as she twirled you around. Your father meets up with the both of you after thanking the man who drove you here with a courteous smile, casually extending his hand out to your mother once he arrived.

She laughs behind her dainty hand, moving to accept his offer with no hesitation. He affectionately kisses her cheek, and you could only roll your eyes when your mother kisses his cheek in return. They laugh at each other before looking back at you, your mother nudging her head towards the entrance before she starts walking along with your father.

While your eyes mindlessly wandered around, they landed on a particular shade of yellow, which causes your heart to skip a beat. Your father makes a move to the left, fully revealing a happy Camilo greeting guests as they enter the building. He looks in your direction, and you could feel your chest tighten at those muddy green eyes. Thankfully his focus was on your parents instead of you, however, leaving you to quietly sigh in relief.

“Hola señora, welcome señor!” Camilo exclaimed, shapeshifting into the both of them before sending them a charming wink. They greet the boy back with a smile on their faces, cheerily laughing at his act before heading into the house. He watches them leave before looking back, stopping in his tracks when his eyes finally meet yours. He stares at you with wide eyes, his gaze never leaving as he transforms back into himself. It was nothing but quiet for a while until you coughed into your hand, hoping to break the silence (and maybe the tension as well) around you two.

“Hey.” You muttered, slowly walking up to him.

“Hi…” He whispered back, his voice trailing off. His shoulders straightened the second you got closer, his fingers fidgeting while he stuffed his hands into his pockets. You tilt your head to the side with your hair following your movements, leaving it to gracefully sway with the breeze.

“Is the food good?”

He blinked at you owlishly, snorting loudly before tilting his head back, quickly bursting into a fit of laughter. Camilo leaned in once his laughter died down into nothing more than a bunch of chuckles, all the while shaking his head in amusement. He spoke in a hushed voice, acting as if he was confessing a crime he had committed.

“Yes, I would be on my fourth plate if it weren’t for my sister pestering me to greet the guests.” He raised a hand to cover the side of his face, creating an illusion of privacy.

“But to be honest? She’s probably just trying to stop me from devouring the entire food table.”

You giggled at the thought, using your hand to cover your mouth to hide your ever-growing smile.

“Wow, that good huh. Any recommendations?”

“The arepas— oh! and the tamales too.”

“Noted.”

You two grinned deviously at each other, sparks flying all around as the music grew louder. Though you couldn’t really hear a thing, everything was drowned out in his gaze. He practically shined under the starlight, rays of moonlight hitting his features just right. It gave him a soft glow and made him look absolutely ethereal. You watch his bright eyes not so subtly glance down at something before looking back at yours, and your face visibly contorted in confusion.

You move your already propped-up hand around your face, trying to guess where he could’ve stared at.

“Something on my face Camilo?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You could’ve sworn you heard his breath hitched before he shook his head, his curls flowing freely.

“No, you— uhm—“ Camilo twirled his hand around, seemingly trying to find the right words to say and how to properly phrase them. He audibly gulped.

“It’s nothing, really.” The teen sheepishly told with his dimples in full display due to his wobbly smile.

“Forget I said anything.” He reeled back, rubbing his hand behind his neck. You knitted your eyebrows together, eyeing him suspiciously. You took a good look at his nervous face before deciding it would probably be best to let it go, for now, not wanting to distress him any further. So with that, you stood back to your original height, your eyes still on his.

“Sure.” You hummed, biting the inside of your cheek. The sounds of kids screaming and random chatter catch your attention, and you moved to look behind your shoulder, quickly sighing at what you saw. There was an influx of people coming your way, every single one of them excited to be invited to the Madrigal home. You grimaced slightly, cringing at how you had almost forgotten about the ongoing party for a second time. You pouted before turning back to Camilo, using your thumb to point to the upcoming crowd behind you.

“Seems like you got more guests to greet.” You teased, moving your head to show Camilo the sight. You watch him sigh in exasperation, scoffing as he turned to face you.

“See you inside.” He fondly told, giving you a small salute. You chuckled before returning the gesture.

“Good luck.”

“I’ll be needing it!” He exclaimed in a dramatic voice, nodding at you before mechanically walking away. You laughed at his antics, patting him on the shoulder as he walked past you. You shook your head in amusement, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while you walked into the magical home in front of you.

As if it was waiting for your arrival, a tile had moved around back and forth, resembling a wave. You waved back, smiling widely before venturing off into the crowd. And if you felt a pair of lingering eyes stare at your back, you didn’t comment on it.

Lively music bounced off the walls of the casita, its melodic noise blaring throughout every corridor and hallway of the house. The band who performed did wondrous things, the rhythmic patterns they would produce had easily entranced everyone in the room, guiding numerous people to the dance floor.

You stood in a dark corner happily, the comforting shade hiding you from the rest of the world. You took a sip of your water, your body parched from all the running and heavy breathing. The party quickly became overwhelming for your poor soul after the first few minutes; The tight crowds and confined areas affected you greatly, causing you to feel all queasy— as if your lungs weren’t doing their jobs in taking the air in your body. It felt like there was no room to simply take a second to compose yourself, to simply breathe. And in a desperate attempt to stop yourself from suddenly puking, you squeezed through sweaty bodies just to find a nice corner to hide in, dramatically gasping for air once you managed to escape the ocean of people. Thus leading to where you are now, all alone in a dark corner while everyone else had their fun on the dance floor.

You hummed to the music, muttering nonsense that sounded somewhat similar to what the performers were singing. Your eyes scanned through the crowd, which had dispersed and separated by then, and silently took note of what everyone was doing. You catch a woman dancing gracefully to the beat of the song, who you come to realize was that flower lady from earlier, growing out flowers from the palm of her hands. She threw a couple of them to the crowd that watched her, laughing at their amazed reactions as they caught their personalized bouquets, flower crowns, and funnily enough— flower-covered beards.

You giggle at the sight before your vision gets obscured by a tall woman, who was more muscular than everyone here combined, walking around with a plate of confectionery desserts in her hands. She had children hanging on her arms and back, and one was even drinking a fresh cup of coffee as she carried them with ease. How he was able to get his hands on a cup is something you’ll never know, but it was something you didn’t need to question any further when you started to realize she was coming toward you.

You pushed your back against the wall, standing up straight as you watched her get closer.

“Want a cocoda?” She asked, pushing the plate in front of you. The lady had a polite smile on her face, despite the children pulling on her clothes. You were very impressed with her patience, to say the least.

“Sure! Thanks…?” You trailed off, grabbing one of the colorful desserts off her plate.

“Luisa.” She nodded. She grunted as she adjusted her shoulder to move the kid who hanged there away from a potential fall.

“Thank you, Luisa.” You smiled, playing with the piece you had at your fingertips.

“Anytime!” She grinned before walking away, leaving you alone once more. The sounds of children giggling and squealing faded away as you looked at the cocoda you held. It was covered in what seemed to be coconut, decorated in purple confectionery.

You shrugged before throwing it in the air, hoping to skillfully catch it in your mouth. But before it could even start falling, two fingers quickly catch it from your grasp. They tauntingly wave it around before pulling away, and with the flash of yellow you saw, you could only roll your eyes in response. You look to your left to find Camilo munching on what used to be your snack. His face was slightly simmering with sweat, most likely from all the running around he’s done. You finally scoffed at the boy.

“Seriously.” You deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged, smiling with fake innocence as he pats the confectionary dust off his fingers.

“It tasted great if you wanted to know.” He added, leaning against the wall beside you.

“Gee, thanks for the information, Madrigal.”

“Did I already lose my first name privileges?” He teased, his smile turning into a cheeky grin. You chuckled, lightly nudging his shoulder.

“Yes, yes you have.” You joked, moving to drink the last drops of water in your cup. You hear him sigh aloud, being dramatic as usual. You lower the glass down to find him standing closer to you than before. The boy had his left arm against the wall while the other was tucked in his pocket, his torso leaning forwards. He gingerly rested his head against his closed fist, your faces getting dangerously near to touching territory.

Too close, too close, too close!

“Dios mio, what do I have to do to get them back then Y/N?” He told, his raspy voice an octave lower than usual; It was most likely an unintentional decision, but it certainly didn’t help with calming down your rapid beating heart! You chuckled nervously, ignoring how your chest tightened as you pushed the empty glass you held onto his chest.

“Get me some food, then we’ll talk.” You quipped, your fingers fidgeting. He instinctively used his other hand to grab onto the cup, your fingers brushing slightly. You quickly pulled your hands back, holding them near your chest. Your body felt like it was burning, your blood bubbling with warmth.

“I would, but alas—“ He responded, raising the glass around to add dramatic flair to what he was about to say next. You waited in anticipation, invested in what he had to say next.

“I’m banned from the kitchen.”

You blinked at him before letting out a loud snort.

“You’re joking.”

“It’s true!” He exclaimed, huffing. He had a small pout on his face, careful of the glass he held as he wrapped his arms together.

“I actually wanted to grab food for the both of us before coming here,” He muttered, kicking an imaginary ball in embarrassment.

“But someone got the wrong idea and snitched.” He glared onto the ground with slight distaste. As if predicting this would happen, the tiles moved up and down before going back into their original position. Camilo rolled his eyes, dismissing how the tiles moved again at the act. It squeaked loudly and swung rapidly as if the magical home was trying to show how fed up it was with the shapeshifter in front of you.

“Now my mom is trying to keep me from eating any more till the ceremony ends because she thinks I’m gonna eat the whole damn pantry, thank casita for that by the way!” He complained, yelping when a random tile suddenly smacked his ankle.

“Why you— yellow card casita! Yellow card!” He exclaimed, but the house stayed still. He owlishly blinked at the floor before groaning loudly, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. You bit the bottom of your lips, a wobbly smile adorning your face as you desperately tried to hold back your laughter. A small snort escaped, however, causing Camilo to turn back at you with an eyebrow raised. You could’ve sworn his lips quirked up when he looked at you, but you couldn’t really say for sure due to how hyper-focused you were on holding back any more giggles from coming out of your mouth.

“To be fair, you were probably gonna eat a lot of food anyway Mr. I-was-going-to-be-on-my-fourth-plate.”

“Whatever still doesn’t change the fact I can’t go in there.” He muttered, his brows knitted together. You chuckled, amused by the boy’s actions.

“And when has that ever stopped you, good sir?” You retorted, a devious grin on your face.

“Or did you forget about the whole buñuelos thing?” You didn’t bother to even spare a second for his response and quickly began to walk away from the boy. After a few short seconds, you heard a faint defeated grown before hurried footsteps came your way. Camilo walked beside you, his eyebrows still furrowed and his back hunched. You smiled, nudging his shoulder with yours. You could only laugh when he scoffed.

“Will you ever let that go?”

You placed your hands behind your back, looking straight ahead as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Nope!”

“I can see why you like these so much.” You told through your chewing, gulping down the cheesy treat you held in an instant. Your mouth watered, your eyes hungrily staring at the large pile of arepas that were neatly displayed in the middle of the table.

“Mi tía only makes the best!” He bragged, stealing one of the many arepas that were piled on the plate and placing it into his. He grabbed one of the tamales on the table and placed it on your plate for you, looking at you with excited eyes as he pointed to it.

“And they heal injuries too!”

“Your family is truly a blessing.” You muttered, slotting three more arepas between your fingertips. Camilo chuckled, his gaze softening as he continued to take some with you.

“They really are.” He told, quieter than intended. You smiled, placing the snacks you got on your already full plate.

“You think this is enough?” You asked, turning your body to face him. Your eyes widen in surprise, stumbling with your words as you let out a breathless laugh. Camilo simply turned to you, tilting his head in innocent confusion.

“What?” He questioned. You motioned to the tall stack of arepas on his plate with an exasperated look. How in the hell was he going to eat all that!? You were starting to get curious about what could possibly be his perception of “a lot” because this was definitely way more than that! The shapeshifter’s comically large food tower defied all laws of gravity and yet, somehow, it managed to stay perfectly still when he shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if this was a completely normal occurrence.

“I don’t see what’s wrong?”

“Well, I’m starting to see why you were kicked out of here in the first place.” You retorted, still staring at the stack of arepas. He huffed, giving you a small pout.

“They’re tasty okay!” Camilo defended, bringing the plate close to his chest.

“And if you get hungry later, I’m gonna be the one with the last laugh,” He smirked, smugly swaying his head from side to side.

“Because I’m not sharing Y/N.” Camilo tauntingly told, adding emphasis on each word.

“Whatever you say, Madrigal.”

“Oh come on! I still haven’t gotten my first name privileges back?” He complained, walking around the table as he eyed the small basket of cocodas. With you right behind his tail, you giggled evilly. You grabbed another one of those delicious tamales, blissfully unaware of the smile that grew on Camilo’s face when you giggled.

“Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps I just want to spite you.” You hummed, placing the delicacy on your plate.

“How cruel.”

“You love me.” You retorted, oblivious to your own words.

You suddenly hear a distressed choke, causing you to pause in your movements. You swivel your head towards the sound, finding Camilo coughing loudly as he pounded his chest. You drop the tamale you held in an instant, placing your plate down somewhere on the table in favor of rushing over to the boy.

“Holy— are you okay?!” You panicked, patting the boy’s back in an attempt to help. It, in fact, did not work, and perhaps only worsened the problem as the teen’s face was now beginning to turn into a burning shade of red.

“Just peachy!” He sputtered out, his face contradicting his words. You grimaced, slowly taking his plate away from his grasp.

“I’ll get you some water—“ You told, ignorant to the heavy footsteps that were gradually getting closer. You quickly grabbed an empty glass, grunting as you pulled the boy with you towards the faucet. You were pouring him a glass of water when a lady dressed in red came into the kitchen. She wore an annoyed expression, her heart-shaped earrings swaying around as she shook her head.

“Camilo where have you been? The ceremony is about to start!” She groaned, looking directly in your direction as if she precisely knew where the two of you were. The woman paused in her steps, an eyebrow raised at you two.

She tilted her head to the left, staring at the sight of you pushing the rim of a glass of water against Camilo’s lips, graciously holding it for the boy as he drank the refreshing liquid. You turned to meet her gaze, the grip you had on the cup tightening. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, gulping nervously before pulling the glass away from the boy. You elbowed his abdomen, causing Camilo to look at you with a wild look. You used your lips to point at the girl in front of you two, to which the shapeshifter understood right away and swiveled his head to where you were pointing.

Camilo’s eyes widened, and he quickly fixed his posture while he stared at the other. He let out an anxious chuckle, shakily waving his hand to greet the woman.

“Dolores! Mi hermana!” He exclaimed, walking over to her with a grin. You knew it was fake as soon as you saw it. She ignored the boy’s greeting, shifting her eyes to you. You froze under the spotlight, biting the inside of your cheek before nodding at her. She squeaked before moving her gaze back to Camilo once more. The woman— or Dolores you should say, pulled on his arm quickly, bringing him close as she pressed her lips against his ear. She covered her mouth with her hand and whispered something to his ear. And you could only hope for the best when Camilo nodded at whatever she said, pulling away from her as she giggled in response. You gritted your teeth, moving your back away from them to grab your forgotten plate of food from earlier. Once you turned around, Dolores was suddenly all up on your face, the woman merely inches away from you.

“The name’s Dolores, and you’re Y/N L/N, right? Your family moved in a couple of months ago?” She questioned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You stuttered random nonsense, unable to say proper words due to the shock from the sudden closeness.

“Uhm—“ You look behind the girl’s shoulder, finding Camilo staring at you with an amused yet nervous smile adorned on his face. He shrugs at you, unable to help with your situation. You look back to Dolores, who patiently waited for your response. Right, you didn’t answer her question quite yet, huh. You cautiously opened your mouth to speak.

“Correct… but how do you know my name?” You told, stepping to the side for some space. Dolores didn’t take it too harshly thankfully, humming as she stood to her original height.

“Oh! I can hear everything,“ To emphasize her point, she cupped her hand behind her ear and slightly leaned to the side.

“It’s my gift, like how Camilo over here can shape-shift.” She continued, talking in a hushed voice. You nodded, straightening your posture.

“Figured.“

“It’s also probably because a little birdie wouldn’t stop chirping about you.” She quipped, looking back to Camilo with a knowing smirk.

Oh? …Oh.

You decided to ignore how your body started to heat up at the implications of her words. You watch Camilo stiffen, his cheeks puffing out as he gently punched Dolores’ elbow.

“I do not!” He exclaimed, his cheeks being colored with a slight red hue on them. He turned to you, his eyes widening when he saw your shoulders sagging at his response.

“I mean— at least not always!” Camilo rushed out, frantically shifting his gaze between you and his sister. You feel your chest tighten at what he said, your heart jumping around excitedly. He talks about you, to his family. That shouldn’t have made you feel so happy, but it did, somehow.

“Didn’t say it was you!” She told in a sing-song voice, humming happily at how her brother increasingly became more and more embarrassed by the second.

“Whatever! You said we have to go right?! Let's go visit our little Toñito!” He told, pushing her back towards the kitchen exit. He gave one last push and his sister was out the door, leaving you two alone once more. He gasped, and you could still hear the muffled laughter of his sister as it faded away along with her footsteps. You froze when his eyes focused back on you, those familiar muddy green orbs dragging you in deep.

“Talk to you later?” Camilo sheepishly asked, a nervous grin on his face. You smiled, tightening your already firm grip on your plate. The food had gone cold long ago, but you honestly couldn’t be bothered at that moment.

“Yeah.” You breathlessly replied. His face brightened significantly, his whole body bouncing with excitement. Your knees felt like they turned to jello at the sight.

“Great!” He cheered, giving you a happy smile. And when he walked up to the door, he ran and leaped up to smack the very top of the doorframe, which was accompanied by a loud cheer before he exited. You were finally left alone, completely stunned with your mouth wide open. As his footsteps faded out, being deafened by the booming music, you slowly started to lose your composure. You smacked a hand on your mouth, bending down as you closed your eyes shut.

God— it felt like you needed to scream right then and there.

Dictionary

Ang ganda ko - i look so beautiful

Mi hermana - my sister

Baro - a transparent top, a part of the filipiniana attire called: “baro’t saya”

Tapis - an overskirt, a part of the filipiniana attire called: “baro’t saya”

Cocodas - cocadas are a traditional coconut confectionery found in many parts of latin america

Tamales - a tamale is a traditional mesoamerican dish, made of masa, a dough made from nixtamalized corn, which is steamed in a corn husk or banana leaf

Arepas - arepa is a type of food made of ground maize dough, eaten in the northern region of south america since pre-columbian times

Buñuelos - a buñuelo is a fried dough fritter found in spain, latin america, israel, and other regions with a historical connection to spaniards or sephardic jews

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