Generations

Disney siblings ✨❤

So how would you guys feels about a one-shot (or longer) fully covering The Catalina Incident? 👀👀

Because I may or may not have an outline

(Bruno and Isa parallels my beloved)

“But onto less serious matters….” Alma smiled at Bruno and Julieta had to admit she did a double take at the hint of mischief in her mother’s eyes.

Mischief was not a word ever associated with Alma Madrigal.

“Julieta mentioned you have plans with Catalina today, Brunito?” Alma asked.

“Hm?” Bruno swallowed his coffee, throwing their mother a bewildered glance. “Uh, yeah. We’re going to lunch with Pepa and Félix.”

Alma raised her eyebrows at Pepa. “Do you not think they need time alone, mija?” she asked pointedly and- oh. Oh, Julieta got it. Alma had noticed Catalina flirting with Bruno after all.

So had Pepa. Julieta thought it was sweet, she was excited that someone was finally looking past the awful rumours. Agustín and Félix agreed with her. But Pepa? Oh no. No, she insisted Catalina couldn’t be trusted.

“Nope,” Pepa said briskly in answer to Alma, arms folded. “It’s a group thing.”

Bruno just looked more and more lost.

Alma looked at him again, her smile surprisingly indulgent.

“Well, maybe another time.” She stood, hands clasped, looking out at the village. “She’s a very sweet girl, isn’t she, Bruno?”

“Er, yeah…” Bruno looked at Julieta, Agustín and Pepa questioningly. Julieta tried not to giggle. Surely her little brother wasn’t truly so clueless!

Agustín waggled his eyebrows. Bruno just looked more confused than ever, lowering his fork and looking at Agustín like he’d grown two heads.

Pepa scowled, stabbing at her breakfast as if it was Catalina herself.

Alma continued speaking as she straightened Bruno’s shoulders and tried to tuck his hair back from his face (failing miserably, it immediately fell back into place); “She comes from a fine family, and I hear she’s very clever. She’s certainly beautiful, no?”

Just like that, Bruno’s smile stiffened. His eyes widened and Julieta knew him well: she could see the complete and utter panic on his face even as he made a choked sound of agreement with Alma and managed a tiny stiff nod.

Wait…Had he really not realised? Julieta thought…Well, Bruno was always shy. She thought maybe he was just being shy now, not knowing what to do or say. But surely Catalina had been obvious enough? God above, surely Pepa had been obvious with her protective sister act!

“It would be so good for the Encanto,” Alma finished happily. She finally admitted defeat with Bruno’s hair, merely patting him on the head.

“Um,” Bruno said, voice shaking. “I, um…”

Julieta’s concern skyrocketed.

“Brunito?” she whispered.

“Well then, our community is counting on us!” Alma clapped her hands together. “La familia Madrigal!”

“La familia Madrigal,” Julieta, Pepa and Agustín dutifully repeated, but Bruno stared straight ahead with wide, glazed eyes. His breathing was picking up speed and, before Julieta could say anything, he fled the table.

I love your headcanon for Mirabel’s middle name being Theresa! Do you have full names of all the Madrigals?

Thank you, anon! But to answer the question, yes, I do!

Pedro Wilfredo (Cabrera) Madrigal

*Alma Madrigal

Julieta Vanessa Madrigal

Pepa Catalina Madrigal

Bruno Fabián Madrigal

Félix Ricardo Alberto (Estrada) Madrigal

*Agustín (Rojas) Madrigal

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

Dolores Josefa Victoria Estrada Madrigal

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

Camilo Pedro Valentino Estrada Madrigal

Mirabel Teresa Rojas Madrigal

Antonio Félix Vicente Estrada Madrigal

*Alma and Agustín don’t have middle names.

Though all of them were chosen with a theme/collective in mind, they are all very fitting and some of the meanings ended up being quite ironic.

Pepa and Félix were bit ✨extra✨ and gave their children two middle names each. We love them for it. Partially because Félix himself has two middle names.

Most of the Madrigals will happily respond to their middle names - only a few of them would probably threaten or hit you for it.

The ones in-between

Or, in Descendants, all the kids who were nor considered Villains/Heroes but not part of the VKs/HKs we saw either.

I’ll explain. You know all those characters we know exist because they were in sequels, series, or in the background of the main stories? The ones old enough to remember how things were before Auradon was founded, the ones sent to the Isle even if they were children? The firsborns of Heroes who are too old to fit in with Ben’s age group? Those ones, who we assume must be part of the Descendants Universe, but we have no info about.

Now, I want to compile a list and I’d love for help from the fandom. So I’ll put here the ones I thought about and you can add the ones you remember in the notes (or PM me) so I can update this post with all the additions and make this a masterpost for everyone to rely on for fics.

I’m talking about only and exclusively about characters that appeared in Disney materials, not OCs. Please don’t send OCs, they don’t fit in this list and I’m not interested in them here. People mentioned in the Descendants extra materials (the books, game and so on) won’t be counted either. I have yet to decide if we should consider the main characters of the new movies (Miguel Rivera, the Madrigal children, Luca and Alberto, Mei Lee...) in this list, but I think it’d be better if we didn’t, as those stories can take place anytime in the Auradon history as most of them don’t have actual Villains.

Auradon:

Chip Potts (although some assume he’s the driver sent to get the Rotten Four)

Hamish, Hubert and Harris (Merida’s brothers)

Ralphie of Maldonia (Naveen’s brother)

Zephir de Chateaupers (Esmeralda and Phebus’ son)

Melody (Ariel and Eric’s daughter)

Jane and Danny (Wendy’s children)

Amber Dearly (Anita’s niece)

Ranjan (Mowgli’s adoptive brother)

Chaka, Tipo and Yupi (Pacha’s children)

Penny and Cody (from The Rescuers I and II)

Kiera and Catalina (Angry and Red, from the Tangled series)

Dhandi (Eden’s sort-of adopted child, from the Aladdin series)

Elisa (niece of Fairy Godmother, from extra books)

Max (Charlotte LaBouff’s cousin, also from extra books)

Jenna, Rafi and Salima (Aladdin and Jasmine sort-of adopted kids, also from books)

Glauco (Snow White’s son, from some old comics. like 1939 old)

Isle of the Lost:

Ivy and Hunter de Vil (Cruella’s niblings, from the series)

Lucignolo (Lampwick, from Pinocchio, I refuse to use the americanized name here) and the donkey boys

Varian (from Tangled the series)

Zim and Zam (Yzma’s nephews from the series Emperor’s New School)

EDIT: added a few more names, thanks to @descendants-extended

Hey y'all! So here I am with the first Encanto story since last summer I believe? I've had a lot going on and nothing at the same time, it's been weird to say the least! I've been to Australia, come back, looked for work, met my girlfriend, there's been a lot!

Now, before I bid you adieu, I want you to know that Elena doesn't belong to me. I wish she did, but she doesn't, she belongs to @prophetic-hijinks and is the wife of Bruno and mama to Pedro and Catalina and eventually Ramiro! She's a singer from the city and I love her so so much, so I couldn't not do something about it! The song she sings at the end is a Spanish version of 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me' however, it may not be accurate, I got the lyrics from YouTube and had to faff around to get them un caps locked, but I got there in the end!

Hope you all enjoy it and check out the hijinksverse if you haven't already! It includes pissed off bouncers, Bruno being chased by Antonio's friends and Casita being more than a little sassy! Stay safe and take care!

Charlotte :) x

Elena and Bruno groaned as their sleep was interrupted by the shrill cries of...Catalina? Wait, no. Pedro. Yup, definitely Pedro.

"I got it," Elena mumbled as she sat up, stretching her arms above her head and groaning at the stiffness. She blinked sleepily and groaned again, with her husband putting his hand on her shoulder in solidarity. One thing he had learned quickly on was to never get in between Elena and sleep. Approach the sleeping siren as you would a sleeping capybara; very carefully with snacks at arms length or not at all.

Bruno shook his head and was already out of bed. "It's okay mi amor, you stay there, I'll see what's wrong, si?"

Before she could protest, there Bruno was, ever the diligent husband and papa, making his way over to the nursery corner that casita had created for the twins. In comparison to the main area of the bedroom, it was very similar, shelves and cupboards seemingly carved out of the rocks and it being cordoned off by a never ending cascade of sand, but that was where the similarities ended. Casita opened the sand curtain for Bruno and his face softened as he saw that yes, it was indeed Pedro who was crying for attention. This made a change as usually it was Catalina who would wake them up with her shrill cries.

Smiling softly, Bruno leaned over the crib, picking his son up. The movement and noise coming from her brother made Catalina stir and cry out as she gradually woke up. Bruno sighed a little and smiled tiredly at his daughter. "Ay, you too? Alright then mi flor, all aboard the papi express." With an over exaggerated grunt, Bruno picked her up as well, making sure both babies were comfortable. He kissed her black whisps of hair and pretended to nibble on them as a late night snack. Whilst Catalina inherited his hair colour, it was Pedro who had gained the telltale Madrigal curls and with his brown hair, he reminded Bruno of when Camilo was his age. He told this to Elena one night and she could see his point, but she thought it was more akin to a birds nest. "Fitting considering you're my woodpecker," she giggled, kissing her husband on the nose. Her woodpecker, his songbird. He would never tire of that for as long as he breathed.

As soon as he was picked up and held against his papa, Pedro turned his head and made tiny grabs at the hairs on his chest; oh yeah, he was hungry alright. As for Catalina, she too was trying to latch onto Bruno without success. Tandem feeding it was, then. It seemed that, for the babies, anything that resembled a breast or nipple equaled food. Not technically wrong, but not technically right either as proved by Catalina last week when she took a shine to Mariano only to be bitterly disappointed when nothing happened. In her disgust, she not only cried so much she vomited over her prima's novio, but quelled said prima's current desire of having the five babies she lied about Mariano wanting two years previous.

Bruno glanced at the clock on a nearby stone shelf and saw it was a little past two in the morning. This was going to be a long night. "Alright mi bebés, shall we see about getting sorted? Yeah, you'd like that, I know you would." Walking back to the bed where Elena was, Bruno continued to talk to the infants, explaining in great detail about his newest telenovela that he was working on. "...and well, he's in the hospital with amnesia, so he can't exactly do a whole lot." His wife let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "Is papa telling you one of his stories, mis pollitos?" she asked as the first hungry baby was passed over and adjusted in her arms. Bruno shrugged awkwardly and gave his wife their daughter. "Well, I wouldn't call it a story, more plot devices for the next telenovela."

"Mmhmm."

She smirked knowingly and raises a single eyebrow. It was totally one of his stories.

Just as Elena was about to comment when there was a whimper of annoyance from Pedro as both of her babies fought for space, kicking each other with tiny cries and trying to get the best spot. "Now, now, there's more than enough to go round," Elena muttered, starting a little as Catalina latched on, followed by Pedro a few moments later. As soon as she felt the gentle tugging sensation from both sides, she relaxes and leans back into the bed cushions. "There you go, is that nice? It's mama's secret recipe, all for you and Catalina."

Her children, her twins, her babies; so little yet so full of life and personality already! Catalina with her fighting spirit, never one to back down, always had to have the last word, but oh, so fearless and so loving. Bruno commented on how she was clearly a resistance fighter in a former life and Elena found herself agreeing. As for Pedro, he was a sensitive soul with hazel eyes that seemed to bore into you and was fiercely protective of what he loved. Given that he was only three months old, this was his comfort ruana and a toy rat that Mirabel had sewn for her new cousin.

Both parents watch in a silent rapture, the only noise breaking the illusion were the grunts and mewls of the babies, along with their rhythmic suckling. Without even thinking about it, Elena begins to sing. An older song, one she sung countless times that had resulted in many a patron being left under her spell when she was on the billing. A song that she had sung to her children both in and out of utero and calmed them down right away. Bruno instantly recognises it; the song she was serenading the crowd with when he first laid eyes on her three years before.

"La luna allá en el cielo,

Susurra y me trae tu “te quiero”

Y un bello sueño me hace sentir,

Que ya estás cerca de mi

Solo sueña un poquito

Suspira y envuélveme en besos

Dame la mano y yo soñaré

Que volvemos a vivir

Las luces del alba nos llaman

La noche comienza a morir

La luna se funde en el cielo

Despierto sin tí..."

@runningracingdancingchasing thread continuation from here

“Pro-tip, Luisa,” Eugene pointed out. “Those who are already rich steal out of greed. Those who are already poor always steal out of necessity. Even if it seems like a frivolity, people need things they don’t need. Maybe not a ton of things, but little treats here and there. They need to feel like they have to dignity afforded someone with money. Hell, even in my thieving days, I stole mostly to amass enough wealth that I felt comfortable not stealing anymore.”

“And for the thrill,” Lance added without missing a beat.

“Well, yeah, but that was its own set of issues I like to think are long-resolved.” He looked at Rapunzel with a fond smile. As if recalling that he had once attempted to steal from the Madrigal house, he cleared his throat awkwardly. “That candle falls into the last category, by the way.”

Rapunzel looked back and forth between the three. She could tell there was a story here, and now she really wanted to hear it, but she recognized that telling it in front of her parents might not be the most comfortable course of action.

At Luisa’s near-slip, Rapunzel brightened. “Oh, don’t censor yourself here!” she requested. “Speak whatever language you’re the most comfortable speaking. Frankly, I think it’s fascinating that you can speak more than one! I’m working on learning more, but my accent is appalling.”

“I wouldn’t say appalling…” Eugene assured her.

“I would,” Kiera grinned, and Catalina snickered.

The animated conversation had Luisa slowly but surely forget she was tired from the long journey, or that she was fighting back a massive yawn, or that she hadn't thought to see Lance and Fl-Eugene back after so long. Bygones be bygones- until Eugene mentioned the candle incident and her easy smile nearly dropped from her face.

She was grateful for Rapunzel's comment, however, and the smile was back on her face. There was such depth coming from the princess; in the way she conversed, but as well how she treated others; as equals. Corona would have a fine queen one day, Luisa was sure of it. She slowly twirled her glass between her fingers, eyes discreetly following servants as they removed the empty plates in time for dessert.

"While I'm here I, can teach you some local lines," she offered. It was the least she could do with everything else that had been so freely given to her so far!

Alejandra Madrigal revamped and headcanons;

Her actual name is Alejandra Botero-Yee.

She was Alma's bestfriend and sister-in-law via Raimi.

She is half Chinese, half Filipino.

She left home when she was 15 and eventually found her way to Alma's village which she made her home.

She met her future husband, Raimi, not long after that at a festival when she noticed he didn't have a dance partner amd volunteered herself to be said partner.

She soon became good friends with his sisters—Alma and Catalina as well as the woman who would go on to become Senorita Guzmán.

They got married 3 years later and not long after, their oldest daughter, Miranda, was born.

She became good friends with Alma's husband, Pedro.

She is an ancestor/somewhat distant relative of the Lee Family from turning red.

3 years after that, their youngest, Beatrix, and their nieces and nephew (Pepa, Julieta, and Bruno) were born.

She died fighting off the ruthless soldiers that invaded their home in hopes of keeping her children, nieces ,nephew, husband, and good friends safe.

When she was alive she loved dancing, sword fighting, horseback riding, rock climbing, swimming, making lanterns, and cuddling with her husband.

She was protective of those she loved and had a firece personality.

And yes, Alejandra did inherit the family ability to turn into a red panda. She left home solely to keep it from being taken from her.

She also passed this gift to her daughters.

Raimi was in awe when he discovered this power of hers (since he had never seen anything like it before since this was pre-encanto creation).

Alejandra was just surprised he wasn't afraid of her.

It's one of the reasons she fell in love with him.

She loved roses and had a couple of those hairpieces that Alma gifted her on her sixteenth birthday.

She was four years younger than Alma and died when she was 21. Though Alma would not discover this fact until years later.

While sad, Alma was not surprised as it was very in character for her friend to fight till the very end.

She had a statue built in her friend's honor that they placed in the house.

Alma and Raimi also placed Alejandra's old decorative taxidermy animals up around the house. Which somehow caused them to come to life and be able to talk.

No one is quite sure how that happened, why they insult people, or how to get them to stop.

Alejandra would have found it funny, despite her no nonsense nature.

Her favorite colors were red, gold, black, and pink.

She preferred having her hair up over having it down.

She would have been 89 years old by d3 if she had lived.

Original concept art of Alejandra and her door (if she had lived long enough to get one):

Catalina Madrigal

With the power of her gift she is learning to sing, getting fewer and fewer bullies and more suitors, which does not make Camilio and his brothers happy (Daddy's Girl).

Happy Valentines Day all and Happy Birthday to Elena. Hijinks has been a long road, and with it I made a story I am proud of and OC’s I love. It’s nice to escape into happy stories with happy endings. I thank you all who followed along and loved Prophetic Hijinks. I may get the urge to draw these characters again, but as the pull of real life draws me away I feel I can be satisfied with this happy ending.

A happy Bruno who got more than he ever hoped for, and a woman who’s dreams came true.

Once Upon a Studio (Series) Season Two; Episode Two: I’ll Roll or Die For You

Special guest: King Dice

Info: An unexpected visitor comes to the studio and had his eyes on the sundrop princess

Characters that will be part of this episode: Rapunzel, Eugene, Pascal, Max, King Frederick, Queen Arianna, Varian, Cassandra, Catalina, Keira, Owl, Ruddiger, Lance, Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Gremlin Gus, Gremlin Prescott, Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Sven, Kristoff, Merida, Rabin Hood, Little John, Isabela Madrigal, Alma Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, and Chip and Dale

Note: I'm planning to do some once upon a studio series as everyone wants to see if they can lend a hand for me by likes, comments and reblogs their ideas and create arts if they want!

My favourite ship: Rapunzel x King Dice (known as DicePunzel)

After reading your one shot where Bruno has Isabela's Gift and Camilo having his gift. Amazing!

Can we have a prompt about Bruno in his teenagers years dealing with admirers and people having a crush on him due to his gift like he is some kind of prince.

If you want to.

Thanks!

For context, this ask refers to a snippet I wrote here

This snippet is not the planned power-swap AU, but a different one where everyone has a Gift, Mirabel included and the rest are swapped around

Now, onto the prompt!

Pepa tried not to giggle as her brother pushed through Casita's crowded courtyard, darting behind a pillar and crouching behind a potted plant. With a small wave of his hand, the plant grew, further hiding him.

"Again, huh?" Félix asked with a sympathetic smile.

"Shh!" Bruno hissed, as Catalina Arias and a trio of her friends approached.

"Hola, Pepa," Catalina said, her sweet smile ever-so-slightly strained at the edges. "Have you seen Bruno around?"

It was the triplets' eighteenth birthday and the so-called admirers and wannabe suitors were pushier than ever. One of the girls wasn't even looking at Pepa, blatantly craning her neck to try and peer over the crowd, looking for Bruno.

Pepa's amusement abruptly vanished. Bruno didn't like these girls; he'd told Pepa and Julieta he didn't want to be with anyone and Pepa understood it. Besides, these girls plainly only liked his Gift, all the pretty flowers her little brother could create in the blink of an eye. They seemed to think it made him some sort of prince charming, ignoring Bruno's blatant anxiety and insisting they could "fix it."

Pepa crossed her arms, shuffling slightly so she could further hide Bruno from view.

"Nope," she said, popping the P. "Now go away, Félix and I have some private stuff to discuss."

"Oh..." Catalina's smile drooped. "Well, if you see him-"

"Goodbye, Catalina."

Catalina huffed, but she and her friends left.

"You can come out now," Félix said and Bruno peered through the potted plant.

"You're sure they're gone?" he asked.

"Oh, they won't be coming over here again in a hurry," Pepa said with a smug smile.

Grinning, Bruno stood next to her, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. For a moment, he looked like his usual self; a mischievous grin, hair falling in his eyes. But that smile dropped, his eyes dimmed. He summoned a handful of rose petals and Pepa's concern only grew as they withered and died.

"Do you think they'll ever leave me alone?" Bruno asked quietly, dropping the dead petals. They were still withering, shrinking away into nothingnness at their feet.

"Of course," Félix said with a confidence Pepa wished she could emulate. "They'll take a hint eventually, bro. Don't worry."

"Right," Bruno murmured, tensing as Alma called for him, a smug looking Catalina at her side.

"Brunito!" Alma called over the din of the party. "Come here, mijo, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

Bruno sighed, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he was standing up straight, a smile plastered on his face.

Pepa hated that smile.

"Showtime," Bruno said to her, eyes still horribly dim. He looked stiff as a puppet as he went to Alma and Catalina.

Pepa wondered if anyone else noticed.

Or if they even cared.

A Blessing And A Curse

[Luisa Madrigal loves her special gift, of course she does, but while she knows she’s meant to see it as a blessing there are times when it feels like nothing but a curse, especially when it comes to her friends. Feeling down and singled out, she turns to her mother and - as usual - Juli always knows the right thing to do.]

Wandering over to her little spot near the wall, the spot where she left her toys, Luisa sat down and sighed as she reached for her doll and brought it into her lap. Honestly, she didn’t want to play with her doll. She didn’t want to play with any of the toys her mamí let her bring with them. What she wanted to do was play with her friends like she used to, but things seemed to have changed since her gift ceremony the other week. It was like she scared them now, like they were worried they would get hurt if they played with her, but she would never hurt them. Well, never on purpose anyway and it made her feel sad to think some of them thought she would.

Yes, she was a little taller and stronger than she was before thanks to her special gift, but she still knew how to be gentle and she only needed to be big and strong when she was working. She was still the same Luisa inside.

Running a hand over her doll’s hair, she brought that same hand to her face a moment later to palm away the tear that ran down her cheek before she looked across the square at her mamí. She was still working her stall, Mira strapped to her chest with the little sling thing she made out of an old blanket, but the long line that had been there all day was shorter now and that normally meant she would soon be done and they could go home. She wanted to go home. She was ‘normal’ at home, nobody thought she was weird or they had to keep a little distance from her, and Isabela and Mira were way more fun than any of her annoying friends in town anyway.

Once she had sat and watched her mamí heal a couple more people, she got to her feet with her doll in hand and brushed a curl from her face with the other while making her way over to where she was standing. Instead of saying anything, she just wrapped her arms around her waist and laid her head on her stomach and a small smile graced her features when she felt her reach down and stroke her curls. “Hola, mi mariposa…” She heard her say in a gentle voice, prompting her to tilt her head back and look up at her. “Where are all your amigas?”

A shrug was her response. “I don’t know, mamí, they went away and they didn’t want me to go with them.”

Julieta frowned and, after checking to make sure no one was approaching her stall, set the plate of bunuelos in her hand down on the table and laid a hand on Mira’s back while crouching down to her daughter’s height. “I thought you were having fun with your amigas, Lu, I thought you were going to play ‘familias’ together, what happened?” She raised an eyebrow at her, giving her freckled cheek a tender stroke as she looked into her eyes.

Luisa looked down at her feet for a moment before looking at her once again and whispering, “Mi amigas are scared of me, mamí, they don’t want to be mi amigas or play games with me anymore because I’m too strong.”

“Is that what they said to you?”

“Catalina said I might break her cochecito if I pretend to be the mamí and that would make her sad.”

Julieta had to take a moment before responding, a moment to remember these were children they were talking about and they likely had no idea how much their words upset her little girl. If it were a grown adult singling her out for such a thing, refusing to let her play with their child, she would have no qualms about giving them a piece of her mind about it, but children had so much to learn. Of course, that didn’t make what they said to Luisa any better and she would be making them aware of how their actions made her feel when she saw them. “It can be so hard for people outside the familia to understand us and our special gifts, amor.” She said quietly.

“But they don’t have to stop being my amigas, mamí, I won’t hurt them.” Luisa’s bottom lip trembled.

“I know, I know,” Julieta soothed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, letting her hand run up and down her back through her blouse as she hid her face in her shoulder. “If your amigas can’t see how kind and loving and graciosa you are, you don’t need them as your amigas. You still have us though and we all love you so much. Abuela loves you, papí and I love you, Isa and Mira love you, your tía and tíos love you and to say Dolores and Cami love you would be an understatement. You could never be too big or too strong for us.”

“Mamí, will I be too big or too strong when I’m old like tío Bruno?” Luisa inquired, pulling back from her.

Julieta failed to hold back a chuckle. “Not even then. You’re always going to me mi bebé, okay?”

Luisa nodded, the ache in her heart starting to hurt a little less. “Can I go and play with Mira over there?”

Looking down at her baby girl to see her gumming on one hand while using the other to hold onto her apron, Julieta smiled before giving Luisa a nod when she looked at her again. She got back to her feet and untied the sling carefully, holding Mira close as she laid the blanket down on the table before she turned to her daughter once more and handed Mira to her. Once she was certain she was holding her correctly, she smoothed a hand over her curls and leaned down to give her forehead a kiss. “You are the best hermana.” She murmured gently.

“Being big isn’t always a bad thing, mamí, not when it means I get to play with Mira.” Luisa laughed.

“Go and sit in the shade with her so she’s not in the sun,” Julieta instructed. “If you can keep her entertained until I’m done, I might take you to get some caramello before we go home for being such a wonderful helper.”

“Gracias!” Luisa gasped, her eyes widening with excitement.

When her little girl turned around and almost ran back to her spot with her hermanita perched on her hip, all Julieta could do was shake her head with a smile as she brought her hands to her hips. Both of her daughters were wonderful hermanas, but she had to say Luisa had always been the more hands on one out of them. She was always asking her and Gus if she could help change Mira’s pañal or feed her a bottle and they adored how gentle she was with her all the time. If she kept it up, no doubt Mirabel would grow up to love her almost as much as they did. The thought of that alone was enough to make her smile as an image appeared in her head.

Like she said herself moments ago, her being big was nothing for her to be sad or feel awkward about.

There was merely more of her to love and that was one thing she would never stop reminding her of.

Absolutely never.

Borja Flames - Nuevo Medievo

He has three brains, a thousand lives, past or parallel, and his name is Borja Flames. Spanish, Parisian, Burgundian, cosmonaut, we don’t know anymore. His head is that of a pope, a king, a lion, a faun or a melancholic centaur. He is well dressed, with pot holes and beard : Merovingian. We knew him in June and Jim of which he was the southern face (the northern hemisphere being Marion Cousin), a duo recently transfigured under the name of Catalina Matorral, real electronic pastoral. We saw him reshuffle his cards for the first time in 2016 with Nacer Blanco, the first album under his name, whose tipsy clocks, totems like the Tower of Pisa and bony madrigals evoked Moondog, Robert Wyatt and the Postman Cheval, one inside the other, helter-skelter. After which Rojo Vivo (2018) a blend of pale house and tenebrous preachings made us fear and pleasure and dance. Nuevo Medievo which appears today (Les disques du Festival Permanent / Murailles Music) is even more beautiful, more striking. From the very beginning, sung on tiptoe, the silvery voice with robotic effects on a synthetic bedside rug spiked with cymbals makes us feel bareheaded in a vast cabinet of stars, we are captivated. There are laser beams, oracle lyrics with vocoder. Paul Loiseau, the Morse drummer, makes the kitchen set sound like an orchestra of stoned calculators, then Borja Flames accelerates the record’s pulse with the diction of a fed-up TV news anchor before a jungle background until Marion Cousin and Rachel Langlais make everything capsize, she of saturnian vocalization, she of a strangely regulated synth. Then on, the hits fall here, there, everywhere, real ones, a shower of asteroids. Negro Negro is suave, mysterious, moving, as surprising as a kiss we no longer expect. We would gladly listen to her only but then comes Magnetismo making us giddy with joy. Then Marioneta, dry and airy as a Sign O’The Times period Prince, which one could dance to endlessly, even alone, head tucked under arm. Nuevo Medievo moves this way throughout, stiff and groovy, cerebral but exploding with dreamy tumors. Powerfully entertaining, filled with odd rhythms, computer choirs, keyboards that slide and are slippery. Nuevo Medievo is a bit reminiscent of the synth-wave scene and 80s Iberian post-punk. It also evokes lo-fi versions of Franco Battiato‘s panoramic SF hits from the album No Time No Space (far away worlds, sound research, fat refrains), Arthur Russel disco, or even Porque te vas, yes yes, Sade, Motown B-sides played at the IRCAM one evening of blunt slackness, Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrel in a full-on slow dance under the anachronistic neon lights of a chicha bar or Blade Runner rushes with the Miami Vice original soundtrack. If Nuevo Medievo, like all of music loving cannibal Borja Flames’ records, summons a certain number of other artists, it does so to organize unexpected meetings between them, and to dissect each one in a scientific, erotic, amorous and gastronomic impulse before freeing himself from them and drawing in all the diagonals of authentically unheard features. Throw him a party. Txt : Sing Sing Translation : Cathérine Hershey Music & Lyrics by Borja Flames. Produced and arranged by Borja Flames with the collaboration of Marion Cousin, Paul Loiseau and Rachel Langlais. Recorded in Lucy-sur-Cure, Cinq-Mars La Pile and Saint-Aubin du Cormier. Mix by Manuel Duval at Grange Cavale. Mastering by Harris Newman at Grey Market. Personnel : Rachel Langlais (synths, vocals), Marion Cousin (synths, vocals, percussions), Paul Loiseau (percussions, vocals, synths), Borja Flames (vocals, guitar, synths, percussions, programming, samples).

10 Characters/10 Fandoms/10 Tags

Thanks for the tag @naoko-world !

Crowley (Good Omens)

2) Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

3) Essek (Critical Role)

4) Loki (Marvel)

5) Satya my beloved aka Symmetra (Overwatch)

6) Jim (Our Flag Means Death)

7) Papyrus (Undertale)

8) Sonia (TLoZ: TotK)

9) Catalina mi pana española aka Catherine of Aragon (SIX Musical)

10) Indrid Cold (TAZ)

For the tags, you are the last people in my notifications, feel free to ignore this if you don't want to do it! @maidofhate @the-pink-mug-introvert @inkbutterflyuniverse @wildlyironicbee @itscosmicnerd @toffixes @championsbigtranstits @demonioenelespacio @optimistic-violinist

Mariano and Mirabel 3

* Mariano was freaking out

* Like to a point he never had

* To rewind. Mariano told his mom the girl of his dreams

* How wonderful she would be

* Kind, smart, pretty

* Amazing person who never backs down

* His mama, realized the girl he was talking about

* She look at him with a smirk on her face

* He didn’t understand and get uncomfortable that his mama knew something he didn’t

* She told him “You will know when you know”

* The cryptic line stay in his head the entire night

* He went to sleep and in his dreams was the girl he was thinking about

* Her face was turn away from him

* All he said was the curly hair that flow in the wind, and laughter

* The pure white dress she wore made the girl in his dreams look more beautiful.

* The girl turn-

* Mira!??

* Mariano fell right out of bed in a sweat.

* The girl she look like Mirabel

* Mariano panic, not only is Mirabel a good friend but she’s twelve

* He couldn’t believe it. He had to take big breathes to calm down.

* He thought about the type of girl he likes

* A girl who understands him, is hardworking, love kids and is adventurous.

* Mirabel checks off every box.

* Since when did his friend, his best friend (even if she is younger) became a crush???

* Mariano would never force that upon her

* He could accept he had feelings for her but could never act on them

* She’s twelve, she needs to go out and have fun, she’s taking care of her younger primo AND she is too young

* He also know that her family would kill him

* As he went back to bed, Mariano didn’t sleep at all for the rest of the night

* When the sunlight hit his room he was still up with bags under his eye

* Nothing will come from it nothing

* He swear by it

* He went to his mother’s room making sure no one especially Dolores could hear him

* He told his mother

* “Mama… I’m in love with Mirabel”

* “I know, is this why you woke me up earlier than the Madrigals?”

* “Mama she’s twelve”

* “Yea I know that too, your not thinking of doing anything about that?”

* “NO” Mariano would feel not only shame but guilt and it would be extremely selfish of him too, hos conscience would never allow that

* “Then don’t worry, I’m sure nothing would happen, remember that crush you had on Isabela, and there was Maria, Catalina, Señora Julieta too…”

* “Mama please stop… your right nothing will happen whatso ever, it’s just a kids crush”

* Even if Mariano is not a kid, the eight year difference hits him every time.

* He thought about it. Mirabel at 15 he would be 23, creepy.

* Mirabel at 18 would be idea and he would be 26. Better…

* However Mirabel at 21 and him at 29 was the only logical thinking he could give that would not give him a heart attack

* However Mariano would love to get marry right now. He’s a romantic and wanted a relationship like his mama and Abuela had with their husbands

* He would bury these feelings for both their sakes

Nothing will happen. Mariano’s (and mine) morals would not allow it to happen. Even canon age Mirabel and him gives me the shivers.

However earlier times a sixteenth year old WOULD be marry off to a adult. I don’t think this would happen in the Encanto since it’s a much safer place and kind of a utopia-ish