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adriennebarnes · 1 month

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Hello! I don't know if you accept requests but Henry eating for the first time esquites/chaskas/elote in a glass, whatever they tell him in your country because in mine they are called chaskas 😭😭

In Mexico, it’s esquites if it’s in a cup and of course elote if it’s on the cob. I do accept requests! Helps with la falta de imaginación

Something New

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Henry meets Y/N’s parents for the first time and tries traditional Mexican food.

Warning: no translated Spanish, spelling and grammatical errors,

A/N: Im gonna input my childhood, obviously.

Y/N was making lunch her and Henry when she got a phone call.

“Bueno?” Y/N asked, adding pasta into the boiling water.

“Hola hija! Cómo estás?” Her mom asked on the other line. Y/N walks away from the stove.

“Mami, estoy bien, y tú? Por qué me estás llamando?” Y/N asked, walking to the living room and swatted Henry’s shoulder, he looked back confused.

“Estoy bien, hija, gracias por preguntar.” Y/N put her mom on speaker. “Como pascua es este domingo, quiero que vengas con tu noviecito, han estado saliendo por un rato y no le hemos conocido ni nada.” Y/N’s mom said and Y/N’s eyes widened, now Henry was concerned, he might not know a lot of Spanish, but he could tell by his girlfriend’s face, this wasn’t the best news.

“Si mami, claro que voy con mi novio, de verdad quiero que se conozcan.” Y/N said.

“Que bueno, Los veo mañana, chao.” Her mom hung up and Y/N facepalmed her forehead.

“I understood about 20% of that, what’s going on?” Henry asked.

“Fortachón, you’ve got your wish, You’re meeting my parents tomorrow.” Y/N said and Henry’s eyes look,Ike they’re going to pop out of his head.

“Tomorrow? I am not prepared!” Henry exclaimed.

“Well tomorrow is Easter and my mom wants to meet you so…yeah. Knowing her, we’ll have a lot of tias and tíos, some primos already have kids so get ready for Superman questions, fortachón.” Y/N said, patting his shoulder before going back to the kitchen.

Now it was Easter, Henry and Y/N were at her mom’s door, Henry carrying the Mexican rice Y/N made. Y/N rang the doorbell again, the door opened and she was greeted by her cousin Ignacio.

“Nacho! Cómo estás?” Y/N hugged her cousin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Estoy bien prima, Miguelito esta jugando allá fuera. Pásale, pásale, nice to meet you Henry.” Nacho said, shaking Henry’s free hand, leading them through the house and into the backyard. “Put the rice on the table, mi papá ya está preparando los elotes.”

“Ooh, i haven’t had elotes in a while.” Y/N said.

“What’s elote?” Henry asked.

“You haven’t been making Your gringo any Mexican food? What kind of girlfriend are you?” Nacho said and Y/N swatted his arm.

“I make him Mexican food…he likes tacos, bistec empanado con sopita, quesadillas de papa.” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, hermano, You’re going to eat really well here.” Nacho puts his arm around Henry’s shoulder as best as he could since Henry is obviously taller than him. Y/N says hello to everyone, introducing them to Henry.

“Okay, primer elote está listo, quien lo quiere?” Nacho’s dad, Hernando, asked. Nacho quickly got up for the elote.

“Okay so elote is corn topped with mayonnaise, cheese, and chili power. It’s really good (I haven’t eaten in, I don’t like corn), you’ll like it.” Y/N said. Henry was sat at the table while Y/N made him a plate of food. “I served you sopes which is tortilla topped with refried black beans, queso cotija, and lettuce because the salas is probably too spicy for you, your elote, a tostado which is the same as a sope but it’s a crunchy tortilla, and tostadas de pulpo because they’re my favorite.”

Henry looked at the plate in front of him. “This is a lot of food, love.”

“Yes but think of it this way, if you don’t like it, I’ll eat it, and very happily too.” Y/N said, kissing him. Henry took a bite of the octopus tostada.

“This is really good.” Henry finished that tostada, moved on to the regular tostada, then the sope, adding a bit of salsa. Then to the elote, best for last. He took a bite, some corn falling off the cob, mayonnaise on the corner of his mouth along with pieces of queso cotija and chili powder. “I think elotes might be my favorite, it’s delicious, muchas gracias, Hernando.”

“No es nada, güerito.” Hernando said, making another 2 elotes for Henry to eat.

“I take it this means I have to make more Mexican food in the house?” Y/N asks.

“Oh absolutely, I’m going to have to work out even more to burn off these calories.” Henry said, kissing Y/N with his mouth tasting like elote.

The End

I know it’s short but I hope you like it! Feel free to request more ideas

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction #mexican

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seronsalk · 2 months

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A pretty little nightingale...

Part 1

Alastor x female reader (sorry gents and non-binary pals, I'll do you next!)

Masterlist AN: An idea I've been obsessed with recently...sorry if it's bad. Dividers from our lovely @saradika-graphics Warnings: Mention of Violence

"Sometimes I stare at my ceiling for so long that I forget where I am. I forget I am in a fiery pit where at any moment a knife could be jabbed into my shoulders or back and twisted. At any moment I could be killed, kidnapped, tortured, or even feasted upon. Would I taste good? Would my killers be satisfied with my death or would they too be disappointed in what I could have been for them? And even now as my alarm goes off, I wonder where my soul would go if I did one night, not wake up."

The morning in hell was pretty normal to the morning's you were alive. Wake up, get ready, go downstairs to the club, dance and sing. That beautiful structure, belting one's heart to an audience every day with no worry.

Until you found yourself doing the same thing, but in your afterlife. In hell. You will forever curse yourself because who else would you blame for your eternal damnation?

As you walked down the stairs to the dark empty club, the other performers were there already practicing.

"Look who rolled out of bed! And how is our princessa this morning?" Dante spoke, he was an insufferable demon to be around this early in the morning, and that Spanish accent rolled off his tongue right into his trumpet. He was a beautiful demon; all the musicians were. It made you wonder why such pretty boys were stuck down here with you.

You smiled at him before speaking, "doing just fine til you opened your mouth, save your air for the horn." Another musician whose name was Hernando, forced everyone to refer to him as Sir Pesci for some weird reason then spoke with a laugh in his voice. "As if saving his air would help him sound better!"-"Hey Hernando, did your mom get the flores I sent her?" Dante suddenly spoke. "Ahhh, vaffanculo," the Italian man cursed back as he waved his hands dismissively at Dante.

You laughed at the scene as the other band members didn't understand a word being said under the accents before they all turned to you. It was warm-up time and it would go on for at least three hours.

By the time the jazz club was about to open you had dolled yourself up. The servers and bartenders had finally rolled in.

Throughout your shift many older sinners had trotted in at the sound of the music. But as you went to take a break in-between songs Dante came up to you. "Y/N, apparently some big shot wants to talk to you backstage."

You looked at him curiously, "Why m-" but you were cut off by your boss. He was an arrogant man who cared less for what others thought of him unless they were giving him money or popularity. One time just to get him to hear you when you complained about fixing the door in your dressing room, you had to pay him twenty bucks. He was built like a bull and like a bull, he sometimes charged in without thought or reason.

"Y/n let's go, got a big customer who wants to meet you!" he dragged you away with his bulky hands. Dante gave you a shrug as he walked off.

Alastor's POV:

It was a normal day in hell, he strutted down the road cane in hand. He was on his way to the cannibal colony to meet with Rosie.

When demons saw him they would jump into traffic or even through windows to avoid his gaze. His devilish constant smile sent even the tougher, bigger demons groveling.

As he was walking though, his ears twitched. The sound of jazz, but more prominent, a beautiful voice. He could recognize the song immediately, Heatwaves, by Ethel Waters. He followed the voice around the corner of the street and saw some demons trickling into a club. He twirled his cane in interest and his smile became wider.

He walked towards the bouncers, two of the biggest mobsters stood strong and firm, but one look at Alastor made them sweat. "Good'ay my good gents, tell me what is this fine establishment about then?" A little hint of Alastors transatlantic southern accent sprung like cattails in a bayou.

One of the bouncers spoke in an almost whisper, "It's The Spotted Fawn jazz club, sir." Alastor's smile widened in interest again. "Well, pay me no mind gentleman, I simply will be taking a look around." And with that, he walked past them and a second later one of the bouncers told the big boss.

He walked in, it smelled of rye and smoke. He loved the atmosphere, it was like he was in New Orleans all over again.

Then your voice struck his ears like lightning. He looked over towards the stage, jazz musicians playing behind you as you sang. Your h/l h/c hair bouncing as you swayed your hips to your own song.

Your boss had interrupted his train of thoughts, "Why I wouldn't have expected the radio demon to be in my club-welcome sir." He offered his hand to shake and Alastor's smile twisted as he ignored his hand. "Charming establishment you have here sir! I appreciate people who are still following the more traditional...ways." Alastor spoke his eyes wandering back to you as you danced on stage with one of the musicians.

"Say, my good man, who is that lovely dame singing?" Alastor inquired as he twirled his cane. "That'd be y/n sir, one of my finer performers." Y/n....your name twirled circles in his mind. You were gorgeous, as was your voice.

And for the first time in a while, since his mother and Rosie, he felt admiration for a woman. He spoke again, "Well I would love to meet h-" he was cut off. "2k upfront," was all the bull-built man said. Alastor's neck basically snapped as he looked at him, "Excuse me?" he said. "I don't trust any of you overlords and the last thing my performers need is the attention from one of you causing them, or me, problems. You wanna talk to her? Pay me or strike a deal sir." This bull had no class it made Alastor cackle. "Normally I'd kill you where you stand, but because I'm feeling generous about how lovely this establishment I'll let you off with a warning. Talk like that again towards me and I'll pull your guts out and serve them to your customers." His radio static backed his voice like a snarling panther. "Now about this deal, tell me what do you desire?" "Follow me we talk business in the back." The bull led Alastor away.

The bull brought her into his office, where Alastor was sitting. Her eyes widened a little, but she quickly sat down. "I was told you wanted to speak with me?" she asked. They were alone now.

EN: Hi guys so I like this idea, I was gonna make a part two, but let me know what you think!

#alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #x reader #hellaverse #alastor altruist #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader

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nie7027 · 7 months

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Ive been avoiding sense8 spoilers for years but lately I've been curious and from the little I have allowed myself to see I think Kala ends up with both Wolfgang and Rajan

AND GOD PLEASE LET IT BE REAL

I love Rajan so much(his phrase "Parents do their best for their kids and it's our duty to forgive them for that" has haunt me and my therapist sessions since the first time I heard it) and you have no idea how much I would love him to be in the know about all the whole sensate thing. HE WOULD GO NUTS. HE WOULD BE OVERJOYED.

This man loves Kala so much there's no way he can't love (either romantically or platonically) her soulmates too. Not only they are part of her but they also care for her and watch over her and Rajan would love that. Would love to know there's more people in the world who can see how awesome Kala is. Who share his love for her

AND HE WOULD BE SO JEALOUS

Because he would love to be in the cluster, he would love to have that connection and know what Kala feels and share his own feelings with her.

AND THIS IS SPECIALLY TRUE IF YOU ADD WOLFGANG INTO THE MIX.

Because at least Kala can express herself and has the emotional intelligence to talk about her feelings but Wolfgang is a godammn block of stone AND RAJAN WANTS TO KNOW HOW HE FEELS.

Because he is now dating this strong as fuck German and yes it was sudden but he loves him. He loves him, he loves his the same way he loves Kala, and he knows Wolfgang went through some shit so he wants to be there for him. BUT ITS HARD AS FUCK WHEN SAID MAN RARELY OPENS UP AND TALKS

And it's so unfair Kala has this advantage (and Kala will laugh at how much Rajan whines about it while secretly sharing it Wolfgang).

He wishes he could know what's he's feeling

He and detective Mun befriend because of this. They form the "We are dating a hard to read sensate and we aren't even part of the cluster. (Do you understand our suffering?)" club.

Except Mun isn't suffering. He enjoys slowly learning about Sun. Slowly seeing her open to him.

Rajan does too.

Its just sometimes his impatience (and the culture differences) gets the best of him and he has crises where he feels he isn't being a good partner to Wolfgang.Completely unaware that seeing someone getting so worked up over correctly caring for him hits right into that deep tender part of Wolfgangs heart.

All his life Wolfganf grew up surrounded by people who harmed in a daily basis without a csend thought and now he gets this. Two partes who love and care deeply for him( and the cluster and Feliks of course). He's speechless and doesn't know what to do.

This only worsens Rajans crises.

Kala knows this and just enjoys watching this mess from afar. She's glad the boys of her life care so greatly for each other even if they are a dumpster on fire mess.

She eventually helps them.

Dani and Hernando, while not as in a dire situation as Rajan (Lito is an open book. It's impossible to not know what's he's feeling at all times. The boy might be an professional liar but no. He can't trick Hernando nor Dani) they still have to get used to the whole sensate thing.

They and Rajan form the club "We are in a poly relationship with a sensate/sensates (we are still unsure whether we are only dating just them or if we are actually dating the whole cluster... not that we mind ofc)" club.

It's Amanita and Nomi the ones who are laughing at all of this.

Not everybody can make such perfect and healthy relationship nor tackle the whole sensate thing as easily as them.

Sadly I don't know mucho about Capheus girlfriend but I guess she's on the some boat as detective Mun. The "Wow, this is so cool" club.

#sense8

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found-family-tournament · 8 months

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Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 10 Group 46

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Mod‘s Note: Changed Star Trek’s photo. J.J. Abrams was breaking the immersion.

August 8th Cluster: Lito, Capheus, Sun, Nomi, Kala, Riley, Will, Wolfgang (& Bug, Hernando, Dani, Rajan, Felix, Mun, Jela, Zakia, Diego)

August 8th Cluster:

It's not just soulmates it's a soulfamily (plus some normal humans who deserve to be included)

they love each other SO MUCH they are literally one they come from totally different worlds they each bring and lend their own strength to the others they are each other's emotional support they know everything the others are feeling because they feel it too they thought they were alone but now they have each other <333

They’re soulmates, who can physically and mentally feel everything they can. They’re a whole other species of human. They can communicate with each other anywhere in the world and share their memories languages knowledge and skills. They’re built in family!!! They are everything to each other!

Kirk, Spock, Bones, Uhura, Scotty, Chekov & Sulu:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

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feels-of-a-fangirl · 3 months

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so I finally watched Encanto. cue Madrigal feels bc what am I, if not on brand.

also please note, I’m a white, Slavic girl living in Central Europe so I probably didn’t get a lot of the Latinx subtext in the movie.

man, first of all, all of the Bruno feels.

Bruno must have had it so hard all his life. the only man in the family, he must have felt the pressure of supporting everyone. and the triplets presumably received their gifts at the same time and it must’ve been scary for each of them in different ways. Pepa obviously, because how do you ask a five-year-old to control their moods because a tantrum can cause a hurricane? Julieta is a different case because cooking is not an obvious gift, so maybe for a while she thought that her siblings got gifts but she didn’t?

and Bruno got future vision. at age 5. it must have been terrifying. no wonder he’s one bundle of anxiety.

I was wondering why Pepa and Julieta were rather late mothers, but now that I think of it, they must have been scared that their kids would get gifts as well. and these gifts would be just as scary.

Dolores and Isabela are both 21 which means Pepa and Julieta were both 29 when they had them. and man, while Isabella’s gift is innocent enough, Dolores’s is also kinda terrifying because imagine hearing all sorts of stuff at age 5. no wonder Julieta had her second child two years later (Luisa is 19) but Pepa waited 6 years (Camilo is 15) and then another 10 (Antonio is 5).

because Camilo’s gift is also kinda scary. Julieta’s daughters got off easy. Prow’s children? not so much.

and then Mirabel got no gift at all. and she saw it as a bad thing, as did Alma, but you can’t tell me the triplets weren’t secretly a little grateful. Pepa and Bruno at least.

Antonio’s gift is scary too, when you think about it. I bet he is gonna convince everyone to become vegan, isn’t he?

but back to Bruno.

Alma’s trauma response was the expectation of perfection from her family. but man, what expectations she must have had from Bruno, who could never replace her Pedro but who must have felt like he should. like he should be the man of the family. on top of his scary visions. I kinda think his invention of Hernando and Jorge was a little bit trying to find a version of himself that was good enough for everyone when he felt he wasn’t.

think about how everyone thinks Bruno was mischievous, when in reality he was a nervous goofball.

his disappearance… one doesn’t make such a decision hastily. I can’t imagine him hiding in the walls on a whim. I can see him finding the hidden room and hiding out there as a child… and then, after admirable doesn’t get a gift and he has his last vision, he goes to his safe place and just… never leaves. the family has another Madrigal man with a gift in Camilo.

for some reason I don’t think Bruno got along well with either of his sisters’ husbands. Felix and Agustin are clearly in love with their wives and happy to take on a more supportive role in the family whereas Bruno probably think he ought to be the patriarch… when he’s anything but. he must’ve felt lonely.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #madrigal feels #encanto meta

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hurt-comfort-lover · 10 months

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Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Ten

“Ah! Sorry- sorry I didn’t mean to- uh-” He stops not knowing what to say. Mirabel was so surprised that she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed.

“Tio Bruno…? What are you doing here?”

“Well- um, I kind of live here? Unless you mean like- like in this area which is because I heard someone in the passageways, and then I saw my vision and you know uh, yeah.”

“Oh.. um, what do you mean live here? How?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain, it might be easier for me to just show you.” He says offering his hand, Mirabel takes it, pulling herself up. He takes her through the passageways to his “room.” Mirabel walks by and sees cracks that are covered in cement.

“Are you patching up the cracks?”

“Oh! No no no no no, I don’t go near those. All the patching is done by Hernando.”

“Who is Hernan-” Bruno puts up his cape and says,

“I’m Hernando and I’m afraid of nothing!” he pauses, “It’s actually me, I say my real gift was ‘acting,’ haha.” Mirabel looks at him and she can’t decide whether to find it funny, charming or concerning.

“I’m Jorge, I make the spackle,” Bruno says. Mirabel decides she should probably be concerned. They make it into Bruno's room. It’s filled with rats messing with his stuff, and his room is small and covered in small things he’d collected over the years.

“You never left?”

“Well, I left my tower- a lot of stairs you know. It’s kitchen adjacent, and-” He goes over to the television, “free entertainment! Telenovelas!” He says as he flips through different cutouts for the rats. He sits down on his red chair.

“Their love could never be.”

“I don’t understand, why did you leave, but not actually leave?”

“Well, free food, and uh ya know.” He just shrugs. Mirabel looks through a hole in the wall to see the dining table, and then looks at a small table that’s labeled with his name, showing that he uses it to pretend like he’s still a part of the family. Bruno stands up and walks behind her.

“Yeah, my gift wasn’t really helping the family, but, I love my family, ya know?” Bruno says. Mirabel nods and looks at the vision in her arms.

“Nobody was ever meant to see that vision.”

“Why- why did you take the vision?”

“Well, after you didn’t get your gift Abuela was worried about the magic and asked me to take a vision. When I saw the vision I knew how it was going to look, because I’m Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst, so.. So I left.”

“You left… for me?”

“I mean not just that, but yeah I guess. You are my niece after all.” Mirabel smiled sadly, just happy that he cared that much.

“Thank you, Tio.”

“Ah- no don’t- I uh, you don’t need to,” he stumbled.

“I feel like I should though. I messed up Isabella’s proposal and now I’m hiding in here instead of facing Abuela. I know I don’t have a gift but I love my family and I just want to help.”

“You are helping.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know sobrina. I still know a little about what goes on in the Casita. You’re doing fine. Whatever is happening with Isabella, it’ll be ok.”

“Gracias Tio,” Mirabel says as she hugs him. He awkwardly hugs back,

“Anytime, kid.”

“I think I know what I need to do. I need to apologize to Isabella.” She says as she goes to leave but Bruno stops her.

“Wait, before you go, if you save the miracle, could you visit sometime?”

“When I save the miracle, I’m bringing you home,” Mirabel says confidently. Bruno smiles and then knocks on a bunch of wood as Mirabel leaves.

Mirabel walks up to Isabella’s door, and a lot of emotions run through her, debating if this was the right decision. She goes into the room anyway to see an angry Isabella.

“What are you doing here?!” She says irritated.

“I came to apologize.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your proposal, I’m going to talk to Mariano and try to fix this.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Why?”

“It’s not like he’ll change his mind.”

“You don’t know that- Do you… want to marry Mariano?” Isabella looks surprised at the question and thinks.

“I- I mean yeah. It’s good for the Ecanto, and Abuela-”

“I’m not asking about that, I’m asking if you want to marry Mariano.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I thought I was fine with it, but now- now that I have a chance out… I don’t know.”

“Why would you marry someone you don’t love?” Mirabel asks.

“Well, I don’t really want to get married, but Abuela just seemed so happy when Mariano and I started getting along. When she suggested getting engaged, I-”

“-Wanted to make her proud?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. You know Abuela is livid right now? Mami and Papi were arguing with her and everyone’s looking for you.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry. For all of this. I hope that you can get the ending that you want. I think I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel says. Isabella nods,

“It’s fine I guess. You kind of gave me a chance out, so thank you.” Isabella says. Mirabel walks out of the room and goes to talk to her Abuela, though she runs into her mami first.

“Mirabel! There you are!” she says as she pulls her youngest daughter into a hug.

“Hola mami.”

“I don’t know what’s going on. Your Abuela is being unreasonable and there are cracks littered around the house. I don’t understand.”

“I think it’s the miracle mami. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet, but I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel asserts. Julietta just nods and lets her youngest go. Mirabel goes to the living room to see Abuela talking with Senora Guzman. She goes up to both of them, and Senora Guzman sees her first.

“Mirabel,” she says. Abuela turns around to see her youngest granddaughter, anger written all over her face.

“You need to fix this,” Abuela says.

“Lo siento Abuela. I won’t. Isabella-”

“What?! Don’t disrespect me.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, you listen to me. I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift but it is not an excuse to hurt this family.” Abuela says with venom. To Mirabel, it feels like a stab in her heart. Senora Guzman looks shocked. Her Papi comes to see what’s going on while Dolores and Camilo were sitting on the couch nearby. Tia Pepa and Felix were near the kitchen.

“I will never be good enough for you… will I? No matter how I try- No matter how hard everyone tries! Luisa will never be strong enough! Isabella will never be perfect enough! Tio Bruno left because you always saw the worst in him!”

“Bruno did not care about this family!” Cracks begin to form on the walls and ceiling.

“He loves this family, I love this family, we all love this family! You’re the one that doesn’t care.”

“Don’t you ever-!”

“The Miracle is dying because of you!” As Mirabel finishes her sentence the house begins to fall apart. Mirabel runs straight for the candle, while Casita tries to help her while also pushing everyone out of the house. Everyone is yelling at her to stop, telling her it’s not worth it. She continues though. As she goes up she sees her Tio Bruno escape the house with a bucket on his head, and she smiles slightly to herself. She makes it to the candle but the house is too far gone. Casita’s last efforts are covering Mirabel with furniture to protect her. The Casita was gone, all that was left was the rubble of what it once was. Mirabel holds the unlit candle as her Mami runs over to her.

“Mirabel! What were you thinking?! Are you hurt?” Julieta says while checking her, Mirabel is despondent, still looking at the candle. Julietta looks at her daughter, who had dropped the candle on the ground, and then back out hearing her hermana call her.

“I’ll be right back- don’t move,” Julietta says as she runs towards her hermana.

When most of the fog clears and most of the familia is together, they realize that Mirabel is gone. They call out to her but there’s no response. Everyone goes looking for her, including Abuela. After hours of searching it just so happens that Abuela ended up finding her, she found her holding her knees to her chest while crying next to a lake she knew too well. She walks up to Mirabel and sits beside her.

“I’m sorry, I- I just wanted to help. Instead, all I ended up doing was hurting us.” Mirabel says as she cries into her knees.

“No, it’s not you. Mirabel, this is on me. You are a child, I’m an adult. Ever since we got our miracle I’ve tried so hard to give back to the world. Why out of all people did I deserve a miracle? Instead, I’ve been so focused on the miracle that, now that it’s gone, I can see clearly. Mi familia, they are the most important thing. Not the candle, mi familia. So truly, I’m so sorry Mirabel. I don’t deserve forgiveness yet, but I’ll do my best.” Abuela says as her hand glides against the current. Mirabel looks over to Abuela and pulls her into a hug.

“I could never stay mad at you, of course, I forgive you. You’re mi Abuela, you’re one of the bravest women I’ve ever met.”

“Gracias Mirabel, you’re too kind.” They break from the hug as Bruno jumps through the bushes with a horse, and jumps off.

“Don’t blame her! I gave her a vision-” he says before his mami pulls him into a hug.

“Oh mi Brunito, I missed you. I’m so sorry I pushed you away.” She says as she squeezes him tightly. He wheezes,

“I think I missed something.” He smiles sheepishly as all three of them jump on the horse.

“Mirabel! Mija I was so worried!” Julietta exclaimed as she pulled Mirabel into a tight hug.

“Lo siento Mami,” Mirabel says while muffled by her mother’s arms. The familia gathers, happy that Mirabel was found and the entire familia was together. After Mirabel was released from Julietta’s death grip, Antonio jumped on her, Mirabel caught him and hugged him as well. From behind the horse came both Abuela and Bruno. Julietta and Pepa both look to see their brother, Pepa goes up to him first and slaps him in the face, and then pulls him into a hug.

“Don’t you ever do that again pendejo,” she says. Bruno awkwardly hugs her back.

“Lo siento hermana..” he says, not sure if she’s happy he’s back or angry he left. Pepa let him go and then Julietta hugged him as well.

“Welcome back hermano,” Julietta says.When the familia was reunited they realized they needed to figure out a plan as to where they were staying, and how they were going to rebuild their home. Despite earlier events, the townspeople all came to help including the Guzmans. Multiple people had guestrooms for the family to stay, Senora Gabriela had two guestrooms that Mirabel and Bruno took, the Garcias had a guest room that Julietta and Agustin stayed in, the Lopeses had one spare bedroom with two beds that both Isabella and Luisa too, the Guzmans had two extra guest rooms, which Pepa and Felix shared one, while Antonio took the other, Lastly the Gomezes had two extra bedrooms that Dolores and Camilo stayed in. The family was really grateful to all the townspeople, but they insisted because the Madrigals had helped them so much over the years. Plans were made for the next day of clearing the rubble from the area, while also planning out the blueprints for the Casita. That night though, the Madrigals got some much-needed sleep, at least most of them. Mirabel couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried, despite the apology from her Abuela, which she was elated about, her negative thoughts still flooded her brain. It was almost as if they got worse. Did she deserve to be apologized to? Does she deserve forgiveness? The more she lay in a bed that was not her own, the louder the thoughts became.

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prophetic-hijinks · 1 year

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Late fan entry ello , would you entertain my new fix and give some examples of AUs you'd see your OC in with other OCs? Be nice to learn about more characters that can't be found in current links. been thru the comics ♡

Certainly. There have been actually a lot. Circus Au was a really prolific one

Elena and Romy the clown (Romy belongs to the @thebiggestnope)

The beauties under the big top. collection of portraits.

Character Portraits

Viviana and Hugo (Viv belongs to the @dancingmantis)

Modern Academia

fall vibes // spicy dancing // in the dark // eyes in the snow

// bestie selfie // road trip doodle // sassy // random kiss // character portraits /// Halloween /// making out in the stacks // shirtless Hugo, just because // in the dark // Raf oc art for @dancingmantis

REGENCY AU

Regency AU // Wet Bruno

Lord Gustavo belongs to @rinnysega

Summer Camp AU

wet tshirt /// character portrait Elena // character portraits Hernando and Paolo for @rinnysega // scary stories

LuluMae and Elena (pictured below @rinnysega owns Lulumae)

Burnout Au

Wizard Au invented by @cheetee @rosellacwrites owns Claire and @thebiggestnope owns Adriana

I don't really play in Arcilla au but I made gifts just because (except the Teo one that was a bday gift). Gustavo and Teo @rinnysega and Ozzy @thebiggestnope

So yes, I love to play in AU's and draw lots of OC's. I didn't realize how much until now lol.

There is also more spicy 🔥 I will not be sharing here 😂

Upon reflection, I think little gifts of art like this is definitely my love language.

Other OC art part of their own encanto timelines

Angel Morales Estrada oc of @overly-dramatic-artist

The Macodian Gift shop by @cheetee

#modern academia au #circus au #summer camp au #wizard au #asls #asks #asked #asked and answered

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sharknadoslutt · 2 years

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Can you post some absolutely disgusting nasty filthy unfiltered NSFW Bruno Madrigal head cannons? >:#3

I had promised anon I would work on these once I finished chapter 38 of Antisocial so here I am! I just took a special gummy and I'm ovulating so these should be obnoxiously detailed.. I'm writing these as general romantic headcanons that get progressively filthier with a Fem!SO for a post-Encanto Bruno in mind sooo.. letsgoletsgoleettttsgoo~

NSFW Bruno Madrigal Headcanons~ Follow @papayawhipped who is an amazing artist and provided this beauty 😍💚

Just a reminder 18+ only please this blog is filthy

I dont give a damn what yall say this man is a 50 year old virgin when we see him living his best depressive life in the walls

"there is no way you can be that old and not have had some encounters" "it's unrealistic" YALL EXCUSE ME NO

This is a 1950's TINY CATHOLIC TOWN (Maybe a population of one hundred thirty people??? one seventy five??? Most I could give it is two fifty) AND EVERYONE HATED HIM. WHO??? WHOO??? Like, not a single person in the town had a good thing to say about our beloved in We Dont Talk About Bruno. NAH MAN. this man is luck if he's had a girl skim his knee during a polite makeout session in his late teens.

until you he's not had a TASTE

He prefers a partner who is bolder than he, more dominant in a romantic regard

Bruno is a sub leaning man who is comfortable leading, but is not afraid to take the lead and be the more dominant one when he's needy enough

This precious man gets hardest for you when being topped. straddled and bounced on while he watches your pretty face, free to let his hands roam you. There's something so erotic for this unconfident dude that someone is attracted enough to want to do this to him, on him.. with him. That you are so horny that you want to ride him??? Just does something for his self-esteem and he's grateful

Despite this being his favorite sexual act, don't fret.. Our lover is very playful. And very blunt. Once he's comfortable with you, that is

He isn't very.. verbally dominate, but his actions and gaze can be demanding. Let's say you're getting something from the top shelf and stretching while you two are alone in the kitchen, he sees your hips.. If the mood strikes him, he'd come up behind you and grab your hips, huskily proposition you and ask "I want you.. Can we go somewhere?"

NOW - THAT's WHEN HE IS BRUNO. This man is an actor, remember.. that 10000% extends to the bedroom

Hernando? A straight freak. Will prop you on your hands and knees and demand you look back at him and moan the whole time, or he stops. FREAK.

Jorge? Man will take a shower with you, then hand your head off the bed for a nice consensual face fuck. But don't worry yall he's generous, he'll eat you for DAYS afterwards.

Julio Voltaire, King of the Pirates? Well, you didn't need to walk the next day anyways, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯😵‍💫

But Bruno.. Sweet, passionate Bruno is a giver in all his forms.

He overthinks his movements, studies you deeply. He's a fast learner and a good read (He's read/written quite some filthy literature in his day). He likes you to speak to him, tell him what you want, tell him how to please you.

Though he loves your blissful faces of pleasure, our boy isn't the greatest at reading facial expressions so communication is encourage. Lots of, "Tell me how to please you, amor.." "What do you want?" "How do you want it, little minx..?"🥵

I know it makes 0% and there's no reason for it, but I think as a fandom we all agree that his eyes glow when turned on.

He sees you drying your body after a bath HORNY

He watches you undress HORNY FLASHLIGHTS

You're spooning him in bed and you rub your ass a little too close to his cock? HORNY

It's become such an exciting little signal that you're body reacts and you start dripping immediately

I feel like he would say your name a lot in the sack. there is just something so raw and sensual about groaning someones name when you cum.

Shivers everytime you use his name in bed.

When he's first gaining sexual confidence he gets overwhelmed easily, and avoids direct eye contact. Almost fainting at the idea of direct eye contact.. but as the love affairs grows more passion and his love for you is solidified.. EYECONTACTEYEConTACteyeCONTACTeyecontact!!!!👀🥺

He loves it. Intimacy in the bedroom is very important to bruno. Which is why unless he's in character (Almost masking/shifting from himself in a fun way) he needs to feel connected to you, he needs to know that this is more than just sex, but an act of love. A form of craved affection, heart to heart ٩(⊙‿⊙)۶

Is 1000% the man to whisper "I love you.. I love you so much..." breathlessly after a good romp. the endorphins are going and he is mesmerized

Man is hairy, uncircumsized and a think king 🍆💚

#yall when was the last time I did headcanons omg Encanto really cured my depression and made me love writing again #thank you stupid little rat man #hollyspeaks #encanto #Bruno madrigal #18+#nsft #minors dni #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal smut #bruno madrigal x reader

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sansblues2 · 7 months

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Split Personality

Day 7. So, this is an idea I had after reading a Bruno villain au that was also a "Runaway Bruno" and "Bruno is Mirabel's parent".

To summarize(because that's a lot to say about this au), Bruno has passed through a lot in the hands of the community, especially in Abuela's.

“ She tried everything, she went far and beyond to make you fit with the rest of the family, like a puzzle piece, she forced you into the right place, and when brute force didn't work she cut you. Now you fit in, but not as perfectly as she wanted to, there is still a large gap you can't cover, and so with nothing else to do, she throws you away.

After you run away, you try to make a new life in a different village. You work hard and spend sleepless nights, only to be sure your little mariposa will have the best life she can. But even when things seem fine, your old memories keep invading your brain, bringing back old fears.

You hate her, but you can’t help but agree with her.

Your little "quirks" have already taken away everything you loved once. You can't let that happen again.

Mirabel will have the life she deserves, even if you have to cut yourself.”

So he created an alter ego(like Jorge and Hernando)to fit in, but slowly his alter ego started to take in, eventually expelling the old Bruno, but he still haunts him from time to time.

That's it. Sorry for the late update, I got kinda busy today. I hope tomorrow I can post sooner. Bye bye~

#inktober #inktober2023 #encanto #encanto au #bruno madrigal

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs 27

Putting on a Show

“Jeez! I don’t know how to process all of this,” I confided to Rafael as we were getting ready to leave the warehouse in Greenwich, Connecticut, where the homoerotic art show was being held. I was already reeling from having modeled naked in front of all of those strangers, seeing my sketches on exhibit there, having them fetch more than I could have imagined on auction, and seeing my brother Eric for the first time in ages and learning that he is bisexual. “And you won’t believe this,” I added. “I just learned that our boss, Mr. Block, is actually Brock Archer, one of my favorite writers and now one of my favorite artists as well.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rafael confessed.

“You know? What the—”

“Ron and Kim know too, and Woody, of course, but we were sworn to secrecy. Besides, we knew you would figure it out soon enough. You’re not quite as dumb as you look,” he teased. “We actually had a bet going on how long it would take you. Looks like I owe Kim 20 bucks.”

“Well, obviously we aren’t the only people who know,” I replied. “I learned it from a complete stranger here.”

“That sounds like Ben Steinberg,” Rafael said when I described the man to him: tall, brown hair, brown eyes, slight accent, maybe German. “He handles Mister...uh, the boss’ art exhibits and book sales in Europe.”

“I think I should go talk to Mr. Block about it,” I said.

“Too late,” said Rafael. “He and Woody have already left. They wanted to meet with Ben before heading for the train station. Anyway, I’m sure that Ben has already told him about your conversation.”

Since Mr. Block and Woody had already left, Rafael, Ward, and I grabbed some gyros and headed back to our hotel to pack for the ride home.

Despite what had been a rather long and eventful day, Ward was more than eager to party and so was Rafael even though the two of them had been partying all day, it seemed.

In Señor Papi’s limo, Ward’s eyes lit up when Rafael told him about our little escapade with Davey and Zac in the back of Mr. Block’s limousine. “I’ve never done it in a limo,” he exclaimed. “Who wants to fuck me right here?” he asked. Naturally, Rafael jumped at the chance.

“Should we raise the window?” asked Ward, referring to the privacy window between the driver’s seat and the back seats.

“Nah,” replied Rafael. “Hernando likes to watch, and I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Mind? Who me?” asked Ward. “I love having an audience. It just makes it all hotter.”

Hernando gave us a thumbs up and adjusted his rear-view mirror.

“Fuck me good,” demanded Ward, “’cuz when we get back to your hotel, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

In that moment, sex was the last thing on my mind. Well...okay...maybe not the last thing, but not the first thing either. Even though I pleaded that I was not in the mood, Ward insisted on taking drags on my cock as Rafael pounded his ass. Of course, the blow job felt good...duh...but I withheld any orgasm for the time being.

In our hotel room back in New York City, Ward lived up to his promise to fuck Rafael like he had never been fucked before. Though Rafael and Ward pestered me to join them, I begged off. I must confess, though, that watching Ward tear up Rafael’s ass like he had torn up mine was a real treat. I had experienced Ward’s aggression first-hand, but watching it being done to someone else was quite entertaining, to put it mildly. It did help get me in the mood for what was to come later that night.

“Jeez, Ward!” exclaimed Rafael as Ward approached us at the back door to the concert stage at Madison Square Garden. “Why didn’t you just wear your birthday suit?” The question made sense considering that the pants Ward was wearing left almost nothing to the imagination. They were styled much like the jock strap he had worn at the art show except that they were long pants. They had the same laced front, and even though those laces were tied—unlike the ones on the jock strap—they still gave a glimpse of the dark hairy bush underneath. They were also somewhat opaque and so tight that anyone could easily see the protuberance of his cock hanging very low down his leg. Obviously, he was going commando.

“It pays to advertise,” replied the hunk who had modeled nude with me at the art show in Greenwich and probably would have fucked me right there on the stage if time hadn’t run out.

“I only have two names on the list,” said the mammoth guard at the door. We didn’t know his name, of course, but we dubbed him Sherman because he was built like a Sherman tank.

“I know,” I confessed, “but could you just call Rocky and ask him if he’ll let Ward in with us?”

“I dunno,” replied Sherman, sizing up Ward. “That thing real?” he asked, eyeing the huge snake slithering down Ward’s tight pants. Before Ward could answer, though, Sherman reached over to research the specimen himself. “Hmm,” was all he said as he picked up his cell phone and called the rock star who had invited Rafael and me.

“On a scale of one to ten,” he spoke into the phone, “I’d say about a 20.” Then, after a brief pause, “Okay, you can all three go in. The usher will show you the way to the green room.”

“Bruiser was wrong,” said Rocky upon meeting Ward and devouring him with his eyes. “Not a 20. More like a hundred. And he even has a sense of fashion,” he gloated as he massaged Ward’s reptilian appendage through the disgustingly revealing tights.

“I’d love to stay and ‘chat,’” said Rocky with air quotes, signaling that he really meant something more intimate than conversing, “but it’s time for me to go on. Follow me,” he added. “You can watch the show from the wings.”

The concert was fucking great. Rocky outdid himself. He was in top form vocally and physically. The dude really knew how to put on a show, and he was incredibly erotic. The way he moved his body as he performed was sheer seduction, and it worked. Not only did the audience scream, swoon, and sing along, but I saw a couple of guys get so drawn into the performance that they pulled out their dicks and jerk off to the beat of the music. It was enough to get the three of us hard as rocks too, and I could tell that Ward wanted to beat off like those guys, but Rafael and I pressured him to hold it. He did as we urged, but he also gritted his teeth for nearly two hours.

When the band finished their last number, the audience demanded more, so they did two encores, and Rocky invited a couple of guys in the front row to come up on stage and make out through the last number, which had very hard beat. “Make out” is putting it mildly. It’s a wonder nobody got arrested.

“That was a helluva show,” I said to Rocky as we walked back toward the green room.

“It was fuckin’ hot!” demanded Rafael.

“Damn right,” agreed Ward. “I’m so fuckin’ hard right now I’m about ready to explode.”

Before we got to the green room, Rocky led us into another room where the members of the band were changing. As Rocky introduced us to the guys, each one shook our hands and a couple of them groped the python trying to crawl its way out of Ward’s tight pants.

As we watched Rocky strip and change clothes in the green room, Rafael and I had to literally hold Ward back lest he jump our host right there on the spot. The dude was horny as hell, and his tight pants could barely contain his excitement.

“Save it,” commanded Rocky. “My record producer has invited us all to a party at his penthouse. It’s gonna be wild.”

When we got to the penthouse, the place was already hopping. Alcohol was flowing freely, and so were hormones. Though there were a few women present, most of the attendees were male, and they constituted quite an assemblage: members of the band and stage crew from the concert, nearly a dozen celebrities from the entertainment world—music, movies, TV, and Broadway—and their escorts.

“You got an ID, kid?” we heard Bruiser (a.k.a. Sherman) ask the cute young eye candy entering the apartment.

“It’s OK,” assured one of the famous movie stars in attendance. “He’s with me.”

“If he ain’t 18,” asserted Bruiser, “he’s gonna have to be with you somewhere else.”

Thoroughly annoyed, the middle-aged guest snorted, “We’ll have to see what Rocky has to say about this.”

“I wouldn’t advise that,” said Bruiser firmly.

“And why the fuck is that?” the actor demanded.

“Because Rocky don’t allow no minors—no exceptions—and if you try to push it, this will be the last invitation you ever get to one of his parties.”

Demuring, the deflated movie star took his young consort and slinked away.

Everywhere we looked, guys were going at it hot and heavy. Some were bent over leather chairs or stretched out on the floor, a couple were fucking on the sofa, and there were even a pair of guys screwing out on the balcony, not really giving a shit whether anyone could see and hear them or not.

Rafael went for two of the band members who wasted no time getting better acquainted, and as Rocky made the rounds saying hello to everyone, Ward tailed him like a desperate puppy.

I found a comfortable seat in a secluded corner, but it didn’t stay secluded for long. I was immediately approached by three guys who started undressing me with no formalities, and having held back all day long, I was now ready for some hard-core action. I wanted to fuck and get fucked until I was exhausted, which is exactly what I did. These guys introduced me to sex positions I had never imagined before, culminating in a sausage link, also known as a daisy chain.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Rafael serving as the cooked ham in a deluxe sandwich, and I saw that Ward had finally seduced Rocky, or was it the other way around? I watched as they went into a nearby bedroom, but they didn’t stay there. They grabbed the king-size mattress and dragged it to the middle of the living room. “We both enjoy putting on a show,” they later told me. And quite a show it was. They wrestled for nearly 20 minutes until Rocky finally triumphed. (Actually, I think Ward let him win.)

After Rocky ravaged Ward for almost an hour—the way he had ravaged me—they took a short break and flipped the mattress, so to speak—Ward tearing up Rocky’s yearning ass. As I enjoyed occasionally looking over from my own little orgy to check in on them, I noticed that they sometimes looked in my direction to see if I was getting slammed enough. The same could be said for Rafael and his new partners in crime.

Sometime around 3:00 a.m., after most of the guests had either left or conked out, I thanked Rocky for the invitation and especially for letting me bring Rafael and Ward. “I know they had a fantastic time,” I assured him.

“Don’t go,” Rocky sighed.

“I’ve gotta get up and go to work in the morning,” I said.

“But you don’t have to be over at the U.N. until 1:00 p.m.,” announced Rafael.

“Yeah, but I have some things I need to do,” I said.

“Are any of these things life and death?” asked Rocky.

“Well, no,” I confessed.

“Then come with me,” he instructed.

Rocky led me into another of the bedrooms in the penthouse and locked the door behind us. He led me over to the bed, turned down the covers, and ushered me in. “We don’t have to fuck,” he spoke softly. “Let’s just enjoy being together.”

And that’s exactly what we did. As I lay on my back, Rocky curled up with his head against my chest and my arm wrapped around him. He didn’t need to be fucked. He just wanted to be loved. I knew the feeling.

To be continued

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devon-sinclair · 3 months

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"And you've only heard from him once?" Devon could feel the guilt eating at him as he sat across from Penny, freshening up their cups of coffee. When his new bosses had presented him with his next task and he has seen Hernando's name he had declined as best as he could. He thought they would be angry but instead they had simply moved on and found someone else to do it and told him they'd call him next time they needed him. He wasn't dumb enough to think it was that easy but in the moment it was. But how convenient when he had already wrecked so many lives. But he always drew the line when it came to Penny, to someone he loved so deeply the idea of contributing to her hurt, hurting him even more. But he hadn't done anything to stop them. "I mean it's a lot to take in, Pen. Not only about him but about his Dad that's..fucking tough." He reached for his coffee and swallowed it back despite how hot it was, feeling like he needed something to distract him from the guilt and his killer hangover.

"What can I do? Whatever you need." It wasn't a lie but it didn't change that he was at a point where he was playing all sides. He had even thought about seeking out Nando to help him fix all of this but now he didn't see any way the guy wouldn't bash his head in if he knew this info was out there and hadn't come to him first. He finally put the cup down and reached for her hands. "I'm here for you. Where's Mikki? You seen her today?" @penelopebeaumont

#c: penny #adding to ur replies but u know theres never any rush

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radley-writes · 3 months

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How would your characters (thinking of the Strictly No Heroics crew, but any characters of your choice) react to their friend or partner asking if they'd still love them if they were a worm?

Thank you for a question that forcibly blasted me back into the headspace of all of these characters! I'm cackling.

Riley: Fuck yeah, I would put you in a little glass box and carry worm-you around with me and feed you leaves and stuff. Do worms eat leaves? Hey, Jav, what do worms eat? Damn, I want a pet worm now.

Sherman: *slowblinks* A... a worm?

Jav: Are you a sapient worm? do you pass the Harkness test? And what sort of worm?? Are we talking earthworm, giant Gippsland worm, parasitic tapeworm...?

Hernando: Yes, without question. I would cherish you if you were a worm, an ant, or an amoeba. Although I'd be really sad because... I don't think I can safely hug a worm? I wouldn't want to hurt you, but I'd want to hug you. :C

Captain: No.

#strictly no heroics #my writing #hehehe #radley writes

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 11 months

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I don't know much about Encanto, I saw it once when it came out and saw some fan art, but I was never too involved in the fandom. That being said, the papa Bruno au holds a special place in my heart.

Bruno had a wife he loved dearly, who knows if Abuela approved of her or not, but tragically she died soon after Mirabel was born.

Bruno loved his daughter with all his heart but feared she would be treated like an outcast like him.

When Mirabel didn't get a gift and he saw the prophecy of her destroying the magic, he wanted to take her and leave, but Abuela tried to stop him. She said he’d be dead to her if he left. And when she realized she couldn’t get him to stay for her, she tried to get him to stay for Mirabel. She said he would never be able to take care of her on his own, and it would be cruel of him to tear her away from her family. Surely Bruno wouldn’t leave his beloved daughter right? Well he did. It broke his heart, but at the time he truly believed that this was the best thing for her.

Mirabel feels abandoned. Before he left, Bruno told her that he loved her more than anything, and that nothing would ever change that, but he had to go away for a while. As weeks turned to month’s, and months turned to years, she resined to the fact that her father wasn’t coming back. She was heartbroken. She grew up with a deep love, but also deep resentment for her father.

But of course, Bruno never really left. He couldn’t bear to be away from Mirabel and the rest of his family. He would try his best to silently support Mirabel. Stuff like sending his rat friend’s to bring her sweat treats and hang out with her when she’s sad.

When they meet again, she is pissed. Very pissed. She’s yelling at him and hitting him in the chest, until she collapses into him and cries into his shoulder, while he just sadly awkwardly holds her because he doesn’t know what else to do. He made a mistake leaving her, he realizes this now, and he doesn’t know if there’s any way he can make up for it.

Hernando and Jorge are characters that Bruno used to do when playing pretend with baby Mirabel. When he does it in the movie and she gets confused, he awkwardly laughs and says, “you used to love that… when you were little…”

Through the movie, you see Mirabel slowly forgiving Bruno for leaving, and while Bruno can’t fully forgive Abuela for how she treated him, he does agree to be a part of the family again.

Just… ugh I really like this au, okay???

#encanto #bruno magridal #mirabel madrigal #papa bruno au

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capypub · 11 months

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Dancing with the Double-Edged Sword (Epilogue)

Bruno Madrigal x OFC

Chapter Rating: G (fluffy ending)

(Masterlist)

“Marry me,” he murmured into her hair, inhaling the faint floral scent, his eyes closed in complete relaxation.

She sighed, but remained curled up against his chest. “Go to sleep, Hernando.”

“I will if you say yes,” he argued, grinning against her temple.

“We’ve already talked about this, amor,” she grumbled into his shirt.

“Tell me again,” he insisted, the smirk obvious in his tone.

Over the past year, Mila’s relationship with Bruno/Hernando has blossomed into something unimaginably beautiful. They had witnessed both his sisters marry and Juli welcomed the first of the next line of Madrigals to the world, a beautiful girl named Isabella. Bruno gradually became more comfortable with acting on his desires when it came to Mila. Hernando had developed a sudden desire for weddings and marriage shortly after Pepa’s ceremony. Mila suspected that he may actually just be developing the beginnings of baby fever.

She noticed how excellently both sides of her lover engaged with the infant now running around the house. No matter how hard he tried, he could not hide his adoration for his niece that reflected in his face every time they were in the same room.

“When the padre returns from his mission work we’ll be the first to see him,” she mumbled slowly, half asleep as she repeated the same things she had been saying since he first proposed in private.

They had not told their families. Hernando had been very secretive with obtaining a ring and getting Mila alone long enough to ask the question. They had been in the same field where Bruno had first told her he loved her.

“When should we tell them?” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into her hip with his thumb.

“Tomorrow, go to sleep, Nando,” she huffed, blindly reaching up to cover his eyes with her hand, yawning as she turned around and curled deeper into the sheets.

He chuckled, having learned quickly that Mila valued her sleep more than anything. Moving closer to her, he pulled her against his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair as he settled deeper into the pillows.

Smiling softly, he kissed Mila’s bare shoulder, realizing she had quickly fallen asleep by the slow, deep exhales of her body against his chest.

We did good, didn’t we, hermano…?

“Yeah we did, Bruno…yeah we did…” Hernando murmured, the small smile remaining as he slipped into sleep.

#bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal fluff #encanto imagine

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