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If you were a school supply what would you be?

I would be an eraser because I would be able to erase all of my mistakes much easier :)

mirabel and camilo twin au but they both are able to shapeshift

they constantly pretend to be one another and play pranks on their family members and the occasional citizen

but of course two people with the same power, especially with one like shapeshifting, can be really helpful

camilo and mirabel usually take care of the encantos' children so the extra pair of hands allows them to care for more at once

not sure if this has been done but if it has, do let me know

Camilo: Bad things keep happening to me, it’s like I’ve got extremely bad luck.

Julieta, while shoving arepas in his mouth: You don’t have bad luck, bad things keep happening to you because you’re a dumbass who gets into trouble.

wait a second

in encanto, mirabel isnt given a gift which contributes to the story later on, so is castia able to 'see' into the future similarly to bruno

or did it just not give mirabel a gift for shits and giggles

or was this obvious and i didnt know

how does this website work i am trying

Rating the Madrigals on how likely I could beat them in a fight

Alma: 9/10. She’s an old woman and is very fragile, I could probably body her without hesitation. The only reason she’s not a 10/10 is because I would feel guilty about it. The reason she’s 9/10 is because I wouldn’t feel that guilty.

Pepa: 4/10. Once I land a hit I’ll probably get struck by lightning and end up fucking dead. Not a good way to go. If she didn’t have her gift I could probably get a few good hits in, but she seems pretty feral. Would try to tear my ears off.

Julieta: 7.5/10. I have fought both verbally and physically with people who love to cook on several occasions. As long as she’s not in the kitchen, I win this fight. Points taken off because if I hurt her Luisa will probably rip my spine out.

Agustín: 100/10. I swing on him. He dodges and tries to swing back. Somehow he punches a beehive instead. Victory is mine.

Félix: 5/10, he looks pretty hardy and honestly it would probably come down to who lands the first hit.

Luisa: 3/10. It’s likely that if I challenged her to a fight she’d refuse, and therefore I would win. But if I did fight her it would be over embarrassingly quick. She could tear a grown man in half, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

Dolores: 10/10. She seems like the type to try to pull hair during a fight which would leave her torso wide open, and her gift probably wouldn’t help her that much. Unless she can hear the punch coming, which I doubt. Also I could probably just yell at her and watch her crumble from how sensitive her ears are.

Isabela: 1/10. She’s definitely been waiting for a chance to go apeshit. Visualize this: I swing, I punch a cactus. Then she’s growing monkshood directly from my spinal cord.

Camilo: 5/10. Just like his father it’s likely going to come down to who lands the first punch, and if he gets like. The strength of whoever he changes into. If I land a hit before he gets to shapeshift, we’re good. But if I don’t and he turns into Luisa— welp. I’m dead.

Antonio: 1/10. I drop-kick the child and immediately get gored by a rhinoceros.

Bruno: 6/10. I wish this one was a 10/10. He looks like he weighs 100 pounds soaking wet. He looks like I should be able to hit him with the one two buckle-my-shoe and watch him go down like a sack of potatoes. But no. This motherfucker is agile, parkouring through the walls of Casita. And he was living with rats for ten years. He’d probably give me bubonic plague bc I know he’d bite me if I swung on him. Would I win? Probably, but it would be hard.

Mirabel: 3/10. I could probably very easily beat the shit out of her, but she seems like the type to never go down. She’s got endurance and is probably scrappy as all hell from growing up with no powers. Like when the person you’re roughhousing with can change shape, you fight dirty. She’d probably hit me with homemade pepper spray. She’d put a bucket on my head like I’m a Skyrim NPC then bash my kneecaps in. She’s unhinged.

Casita: 0/10. Motherfucker it’s a house??????? How do you fight a house????????????

Isabela’s Gift Ceremony

//Sorry for my inactivity. During my time away, I wrote this :]

I felt all eyes on me as the curtains moved to reveal myself behind them. Blankets of pressure laid upon me. How were they sure this was even going to work?

I look down at my snowy, white dress accented with shiny, rose-gold fabric tailored just for this occasion. I look up at the glistening door, Abuela and my parents standing nearby. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before placing my right foot forward and start walking.

Hushed excitement and sounds of my own shoes tapping against the tile below were the only things that filled my ears. Although it was quiet, it still felt too loud.

Before long, I reach the stairs, the distance between the door and I reducing with every step. I was conflicted on whether I should keep my gaze on the stairs or up at the glowing door. I ultimately decided that looking down eased my anxiety slightly better.

I started counting the stairs, hoping that number forever went up. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t. I look up at my family members who only beamed with encouragement.

Abuela knelt down to my height holding the miracle candle with butterfly engravings decorating the sides, “Will you use your Gift to honor our miracle?”

I felt the subtle warmth of the candle against me. I look up at my parents for approval. They only nod. So I do the same, shifting my gaze back towards Abuela.

“Will you serve this community and strengthen our home?” Abuela asks, holding out the candle for me to press my hands against.

I once again nod, anticipation now mixing with my nervousness.

With that, Abuela stands back up, candle still in hand, and walks to the side once again, allowing me a clear passage to the door.

I take a deep breath, heat rising in my chest as I step forward, door towering over me.

I gently place my hand on the doorknob, as I do so, the door begins to glow brighter. An outline of myself surrounded by elegantly shaped flowers was now engraved into the door.

Suddenly, those same elegant flowers pictured on the door sprouted up from between the wooden floorboards. Cheers erupted from every corner of the room. I did it.

am i supposed to like my own posts or is that bad