#shifting constellations

[riathedreamer]

With the Encanto fandom being sorta dead (at least compared to last year), fic readers should never underestimate the power of engagement

I’d literally abandoned “Shifting Constellations”, thinking people would rather read my other fics, but this week, three different people have independently asked for an update, and now I’m back at planning the next chapter after getting excited for my own fic again.

[riathedreamer]

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Shifting Constellations, chapter 3: “The Performer”

“Do fish talk much?”

“I don’t know.” Surprised by the genuineness of Mariano’s thoughtful frown, Camilo actually did a double-take. “You should ask Antonio.”

“What do you think they talk about?”

“I don’t know?” Camilo said, unsure, before he realized the question wasn’t exactly aimed at him.

Mariano was staring at the sky, eyes distant in his reflection. He was probably writing poems inside his head right now. “Maybe they talk about their underwater world. What have they seen?”

“Too much, probably.”

[riathedreamer]

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Camilo Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal & Camilo Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal & Madrigal Family Characters: Camilo Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Mariano Guzmán Additional Tags: Camilo Madrigal-centric, Camilo Madrigal Needs a Hug, Camilo Madrigal Gets a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Broken Families, Running Away, Temporary Character Death, Betrayal, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon Summary:

With the house rebuilt and the Miracle stronger than ever before, Camilo is looking forward to the future ahead. As the Master of Change, he is happy to have his Gift back. But when his Gift begins to change faster than he can keep up, Camilo’s path forward cracks.

Surrounded by broken mirrors, broken reflections, broken homes and broken people, Camilo has to change not only himself, but the world around him.

[riathedreamer]

Can you explain what is Constellation Shift exactly, because I have trouble to understand...

Are you referring to my fic "Shifting Constellations"? Because in that case: that is a Camilo-centric fic, revolving around Camilo's Gift expanding and him crossing into a mirror-universe, and it's a fic I've sorta left behind but I plan to update soon.

[riathedreamer]

... I really should work on “Shifting Constellations” again ...

[riathedreamer]

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Shifting Constellations, chapter 2: “The Hiccup”

He opened his eyes to see Dolores and Mariano, the latter sending him a wide grin. “You ready for a game?” The man gestured towards the ball that Camilo immediately dropped, hands numb.

“Nah. I’m done playing.”

Dolores, master of speaking without a voice, glared at him in a way that screams you-better-behave-and-be-nice-to-my-boyfriend-right-now-or-I’ll-tell-mami.

[windwardstar]

Odelle's and Kirsh's relationship with their old robe/coat from the riverport academy directly parallels their relationship with it at the end of bts and into sc.

Odelle's was too small, it felt constricting and didn't fit right. She left because she was questioning everything she had been taught. She ended up breaking from the academy and growing beyond the person she had been trained to be.

Kirsh's finally fit right. It had been too big when he left. It had been made for an adult when he was a child. It had been taken in and he just had to let out a few seams. He left because he was scared and didn't know what to do because he had been seen as expendable by the academy. He returned to lead it and reform it.

[windwardstar]

Goal of the Day: Write one sentence

Result:

Tali tugged her coat closed and crossed her arms over the worn green fabric, hiding the compass beneath. She wasn’t the Trader Head, she wasn’t a Trader, she was Jolnde’s niece and she just wanted to rest.

Ahead of her, the gates of the Cloth Hall stood closed, their dark metal lonely against the gray cast sky. Before they reached it, one of the guards stepped out of the gazebo covering and waited for them.

She was a young lady, with brown hair pulled back into a twisted bun at the top of her head and sharp eyes. Holding up a hand for them to slow, she called out in Northern, “This is a private entrance, business is done only at the store fronts.”

Trudging forward, Tali shook her head. “I am here to see my aunt, nothing more.”

While the lady guard gave Tali a narrowed stare, the secondary guard walked out of the cover and gave them all a look over. He was older, with gray hairs on his temple and lines around his eyes, but physically capable of dealing with anyone who gave the halls trouble.

“Traders,” the lady said quietly. “One of them wants to see her aunt.”

“Tell Jolnde her niece is here with some friends,” Tali said, just loud enough that they could hear her without shouting.

The man gave the younger guard a nod, who then loped off over the open grounds. The man though continued to stare at Tali with an intensity that only came from thinking hard behind the narrowed look. After a moment, his glare widened and he said in Imperial, “You’re little Talsash.”

Relieved, Tali smiled at the nickname she hadn’t heard since she was ten.

“Come, come,” the man said, beckoning them forward before he opened the gate.