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glendybluebird · 2 years

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Guardian Angel PART 1☀️🌙

Luna/Elizabeth x Camilo 💛💙

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Edit: Here's the story

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606xx · 2 months

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NEW STORY

#madrigal luisa #luisa #luisa madrigal #encanto disney #encanto fic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #encanto ao3 #ao3 writer #pov luisa madrigal #encanto #disney encanto

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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year

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My contribution for Encanto Fools Day! Bruno gets his hair dyed by some scheming sobrinos!

Accompanies a fic I wrote a while back:

#encanto fools day #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto ao3 #bruno madrigal #ao3 #encanto ff #encanto fanart #bruno madrigal fanart #ginger Bruno Madrigal #pranks #Camilo and Isabela prank Bruno #fanart #s.i.w.a art #full disclosure I just recolored an art book page to fit my vision

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tboycamilo · 11 months

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i gain nothing, i have love

(a.k.a. camilo is trans and puberty is hard)

ik im not super active on here BUT i’m attempting to migrate off twitter a bit and thought i might post my new stuff here while im at it. this is a long one but its got trans boy camilo with a boyfie and some delightful teen angst so enjoy!

(for those not in the loop soccer boy/marco is Him ⬇️ yes we made him into an entire character despite having no canon name or lines whatsoever. tap in #marcohive)

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto ao3 #camilo madrigal #gay camilo madrigal #soccer boy #marco osma #yes its a songfic yes its car seat headrest no everything is not okay at home #marcmilo #while youre here: read my other fics there are 14 of them!#trans camilo madrigal

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nellycanwrite · 2 years

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Everyone in Chapter 53 do be freaking out because of these lines…

But yeah, to be honest, fair. It’s not like I’m foreshadowing something or anything— //SLAPPED

#IM DEFINITELY NOT SETTING UP SOME RELEVANT PLOT POINTS #Chapter 53 is fluffy and I’m laughing my ass off because everyone treats my fluff like it’s the harbinger of bad news😭✋#do I really look like a person who would hurt the babies?🥺#yes. yes i do #bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal fankids #bruno my beloved #love me for eternity #lmfe #encanto ao3

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yellowcry · 2 months

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To blame

Isabela knew that Abuelo blamed Luisa for every little thing that went wrong. But it... It wasn't just blaming

For @miracles-and-butterflies AU where Pedro's family got the worst gift combination in his opinion

It was a little bit after midnight. Isabela was never the type to go to bed early. But usually, she stayed inside. After most of the family left, he got a strict schedule and forbade them from going out in the night.

It wasn't like he cared about them, but in the last years, Abuelo's behavior was definitely getting more snappish and strict. Isabela was honestly never on good terms with Pedro, but it was probably better than Luisa. Even if she had to admit that they were getting better over time. Luisa wasn't so loud or demanding now.

Things weren't good. Most of the family wasn't with them anymore. Tío Bruno had left. The entire warm branch had left. Mirabel.... she left too, just in a way darker sense.

Isabela was startled by a quiet, holden back sobbing, that was followed by hissing from the nursery. "Luisa" she got it immediately, not only by the voice but also with the fact that no one else could be in here at such a late time. What was Luisa doing anyway? She didn't sound okay.

Isabela didn't like to admit how concerned she was. Maybe it was because of Mirabel, but she couldn't stand the idea of leaving Luisa unattended. Besides, her sister was always a huge fan of hiding her feelings, not like Isabela could blame her. So this was something strange at least.

"Hey, muscle, what's the problem?" She laughed, peeking through the doorway. Luisa's breathing froze and she almost jumped on her bed in panic.

Isabela's smile faded way faster than it appeared, as she looked at Luisa in the candlelight that was burning on a nightstand next to Luisa. The bleeding bruises on her shoulders shined in the weak light. Tensing her eyes, Isabela was getting a better and better view of what was going on. Luisa's arms were covered in bruises. Some still fresh and bleeding, pink, red, and Luisa's favorite bright purplish color; others were fading yellow, disappearing in another patch. Luisa's arms had more bruises than healthy skin. Somewhere Isabela could spot burning scars, parts of sickingly white skin.

Isabela was never squeamish. She could say she dealt with injuries pretty well. It didn't make her less sick from the sight. Luisa's arms looked more like a painted canvas, decorated in so many colors.

"The fuck happened to you?" She muttered, horrified, stepping into the nursery. Casita's floorboards cracked under her feet. Luisa's eye twitching only made her more tense. "Luisa? What the hell?"

She was horrified in too many senses of this word. Luisa wrapped herself in a blanket, shamingly covering her injured arms. Isabela could hear sweat running down Luisa's face. "It..." Luisa's breathing hitched, her heart was running a marathon at this moment. "Abuelo." She breathed out, looking down.

Abuelo? What did she... Oh, crap no... he didn't... Was he the one to do this?

No, Isabela always knew that their grandfather didn't like Luisa. Coming with a lack of a gift. But this? This wasn't just yelling or pushing the blame for no reason. It was much, much worse than Isabela could ever think of.

Another sob escaped Luisa, as she was trembling. Isabela wasn't good at comforting. What would she have to do now? She awkwardly patted Luisa's spine. "Here... Here..."

Through her barely restrained cries, Luisa muttered an explanation. "It started because others were leaving the family."

Of course, Isabela knew that Abuelo blamed Luisa for the fact that everyone was going away from this hell of a family. He yelled at Luisa for hours when it happened for the first time. Abuelo was blaming Luisa for everything. Even before this all. And she knew that he was blaming Luisa for this too.

Her stomach twitched into a painful knot. She had a goddamn superhearing. Why didn't she know sooner? And even without her gift... Luisa was acting so off all this time. Now, more and more realizations were creeping into Isabela. From being extremely loud, Luisa went to a much more quiet self. She never argued with Abuelo now. It was so obvious that something was going on with her. Yet, Isabela never even think about it.

She wants to throw up. Not from the sight of injuries, but from realization. Isabela had never liked her grandfather, but now.... She would never call this monster "Abuelo" ever again. This bastard... He was the reason why almost everyone left. And he had the guts to blame Luisa and harm her?

Isabela's fists clenched, she growled slightly. Her veins popped out of her neck from tensed rage. "What the fuck is wrong with him?"

Luisa's eyes shifted to the candle flame. "I don't know." She rubbed her upper arm, trying to calm down the itching from her injuries.

Isabela had too many questions. Why didn't Luisa tell anyone? Why would Pedro blame her? She was so mad. Filled with hatred over this.

Luisa still looked tensed, almost on the brink of tears. "It hurts..." She breathed out, leaning against the headboard. And Isabela had no idea of how to react to this. Pedro was a dick.

"I'm going to kill him." Isabela looked at the floor, trying to do her best to hold herself down.

She had lost one sister already. And she certainly wasn't going to lose another one.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal

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reikomizuao3 · 2 months

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DON'T BE LIKE THIS PERSON

Fun Fact: FANFICTION AUTHORS HAVE LIVES OUTSIDE OF FANFICTION!!!!!

LIKE HOLY SHIT DO PEOPLE REALLY NOT REALIZE THIS??!?!?!?!

I AM 29 YEARS OLD, I WORK FULL TIME, I CANNOT DEVOTE EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE TO WRITING FANFICTION.

I'M ALSO NOT GETTING PAID TO DO THIS SINCE I DON'T OWN ENCANTO OR DISNEY SO I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO.

Okay, I'm sorry for the all caps rant but my tism was tisming and I'm really pissed because this person has been nagging me like this for MONTHS. AND I'M PUTTING THEM ON BLAST FOR BEING RUDE AF

#fanfiction #fanfic #encanto #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #writing #writing struggles

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utterly-disappointed · 1 month

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so this is kinda random but im gonna shoutout my tiktok account where I recommend ao3 fanfics to read. its kinda just a random side thing i do but i think its fun sharing the really good fics i read. at the moment ive been posting a lot of Good Omens fics and Spider-Man fics but ive also got Voltron(all Klance) fics and Sally Face fics. And if you scroll down enough theres like a hundred BNHA fics. i dont like BNHA anymore but theres still heaps of old posts with recs for it if your interested

the username is @ao3_fanfic.rec

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breannasfluff · 14 hours

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I’ve been posting fanfiction weekly or bi-weekly for….almost 2 1/4 years now. I don’t know if I’ve ever NOT had a story going or in writing.

That’s a lot of on the dot content.

Maybe that’s bragging, but I think this warrants a little pride.

#fanfiction #ao3 #linked universe #Encanto #the sandman

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thinking-about-fiction · 2 years

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I'm deeply sorry but I thought of this and had to make it

I mean it fits

#encanto #ao3 #fanfiction.net #ffnet #wattpad #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #julietta madrigal #pepa madrigal #fanfiction #fanfiction websites #encanto meme #id in alt text #image described in alt text

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jacarandaaaas · 3 months

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also read something about slow dopamine and high dopamine release to do with fandoms and found it interesting. When something new comes out we consume all the official content quickly giving a fast rush of dopamine but when that rush runs out we feel depleted. Basically it was some therapist saying slow dopamine over time is better. How do you get that in fandoms? by creating!! I know the wait for official content (even an announcement) is killing us but basically writing fanfics making edits and art and headcanons even just talking helps with that slow dopamine

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #we need more fic writers because everytime I check ao3 it’s bruno incest and I’m SICK #I’ll try read some this weekend #maybe do fanart? do any fic writers want fanart lmao #or ocs I drew an oc on insta and it was fun I wanna try that here too!#encanto fandom let’s support the artists and fic writers who are throwing their heart into their work and facing the void of the internet!!#disney’s encanto #encanto fanart #encanto fic

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glendybluebird · 2 years

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Chapter 8: Her Return

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39233727/chapters/102344811#workskin

https://www.wattpad.com/1245987505-amarillo-a-camilo-madrigal-fanfiction-chapter-8

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606xx · 1 month

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NEW CHAPTER

Also in Spanish

#encanto #madrigal luisa #luisa #luisa madrigal #encanto disney #encanto fic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #encanto ao3 #ao3 writer #pov luisa madrigal #disney encanto

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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year

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Julieta starts seeing Bruno everywhere

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The first time it happens, Julieta saw a green ruana out of the corner of her eye. She turned, with a relieved smile. Finally, her brother had come back after a month. He had just needed time, is all. Just like she’d insisted to Pepa. He would give Mamá his vision, she would stop worrying, and maybe seeing her favorite (sorry Félix) uncle might help Mirabel smile.

Her face falls when she’s turned fully. The ruana is a shade too light, the person wearing it not the one she expected. Her spirits fall too, though she forces a smile back onto her face as she hands the next person in line a buñuelo. They accept it without thanks. Her smile gets tighter.

The next time she sees him in the crowd it’s in a mess of black curls. It’s been more than half the year, but surely he wouldn’t miss their birthday.

Except, the curls come closer and Julieta sees that they’re too long, too well taken care of, and closer still most definitely on a teenage girl. Julieta lets her eyes linger a moment too long, willing time to go back to a few seconds ago, when she’d had hope.

She squeezes Pepa a little tighter as they hold their own celebration in front of a darkened block of wood. A sprinkle covers them both, but Julieta doesn’t care. She’d be raining too if she could.

Mirabel needs new glasses, having outgrown her old prescription. The seven year old insists on getting the same shade of green as her old frames, even if she can’t quite recall why she was so attached to the color. Julieta sobs herself to sleep in Agustín’s arms.

They don’t talk about him anymore. No one does. Julieta hates it, but at the same time feels like she has sand in her throat whenever she tries to bring him up. Pepa’s started masking her sadness behind anger. Julieta thinks that might be easier, but her anger slips away as fast as it comes, always in waves. She screams. She cries. She mourns. And she worries.

Dolores' voice has gotten quieter and quieter over the years. She’s become more subdued, more burdened by her gift. Julieta knows Pepa sees it too and it hurts. It hurts that this is happening to her sobrina, and it hurts knowing they can’t help, because they can’t take away her gift any more than they could take away his. They just try to be there for her as much as they can. There for her, where they hadn’t been before.

A young boy, about thirteen years old, comes to Julieta and tells her he can’t breathe. That he thinks he’s dying. Julieta recognizes the panic attack immediately and is leading him to a private spot before she even registers it. She ends up in their spot by the river. The one he would hide away in when things became too much. The boy comes down from his attack and begins apologizing profusely. Julieta just gives him a hug.

Pepa tells Julieta about her pregnancy individually before the family announcement. She insists on telling her in the sand filled cavern where Pepa’s voice carries. She addresses Julieta and the darkened door together. “Hermanos.” Julieta can tell how happy her sister is, but can see the despair underneath it. Julieta feels the same. They both cry.

Julieta spent the entire meal staring at the family tree behind Mama. The colors were fading. Antonio was growing, Mirabel and Camilo too. Mamá had it touched up.

Except, she didn’t have it all touched up. When Julieta worked up the nerve to ask, she was met by anger. An insistence that since he didn’t care about this family, the family shouldn’t care about him. Julieta thinks he might’ve cared too much. She doesn’t say that though.

Julieta hands another person an arepa and bids them goodbye. They respond with “see you soon!” In an attempt at a joke, Julieta responds back “Hopefully, not too soon!” They respond, “knock on wood.” and rap their knuckles against her table. Julieta falters. She hasn’t heard anyone say that in ages. She has to excuse herself for the rest of the afternoon.

Antonio has taken an interest in animals. In rats. Agustín makes him a plush one and he carries it everywhere. Pepa’s cloud grows a bit every time she sees it, though she never lets Antonio know. Julieta notices though, and can feel her own chest get tight at the sight of a little boy with a rat. It’s not the same, but it echoes another boy with another rat, ages in the past.

Mirabel burst into Antonio’s room and claimed the house was going to fall. That Casita had been covered in cracks and that the candle had dimmed. She had seen something terrible, though Julieta wasn’t quite sure if it was just as she said. Mama had brushed it off. Had done immediate damage control to the town at the expense of her daughter. It was a painfully familiar scene. Right down to the need to heal a wound. Julieta wants to believe a broken tile is truly how Mirabel cut her hand. She doesn’t want to think of the alternative.

“Mira, my brother Bruno lost his way in this family… I don’t want the same for you.” Mirabel looks perplexed at the mention and slightly crestfallen. She goes to bed, a dejected look on her face. That was familiar too. Julieta’s heart hurts.

Mamá and Mirabel are fighting and Julieta is thrown into another fight a decade prior. “If you walk out that door you’re dead to me.” She’s thrown from her stupor when Mirabel brings up the exact person she’s thinking of. “Bruno left because you only saw the worst in him–” Julieta feels tears in her eyes. Her wonderful daughter, her missing brother. She hopes wherever he is, he knows Mirabel is on his side.

Mirabel is gone. It’s the day after a gift ceremony and again another one of her family members is gone. She knew Mama was too hard on Mirabel, but to blame all of their issues on her? A child? Julieta doesn’t know how her mother has lived with herself this past decade. It’s only been a few hours of Mirabel missing and she feels like she’s lost a limb. Like someone carved out a hole in the center of her chest. She thought she had known loss when Bruno’s door went dark, but this was an entirely different kind of pain. If Mirabel doesn’t come back, it will be another person she couldn’t save, and another person she’ll forever be longing for. She can’t bear it.

There's a horse galloping down the street. The church bells are ringing. Mirabel has been found. She’s at the front of the horse. Julieta doesn’t register who’s behind her. “Mirabel?!” Her daughter. She’s back in her arms. “Mirabel!” Julieta all but sobs out. Mirabel grips her back just as tightly. It’s then Julieta catches the flash of a green ruana. An hourglass, on a green ruana. It’s gone before she can turn, gone around the corner of their ruined house. She shakes it off as a figment of her imagination.

Until it’s not. Her brother. Her hermanito. He’s being beckoned forward by Mamá and the fool tries to wave at them. Pepa charges forward and Julieta is hot on her heels, throwing herself at him. Feeling that he’s solid, that he’s real. That he’s home. Bruno

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tboycamilo · 10 months

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when camilo disguises himself as dolores, sometimes he hears something he shouldn't. new little baby mini oneshot just dropped. a quick just for fun moment if you will!

#encanto #encanto ao3 #encanto fanfic #ao3 #camilo madrigal #marco osma #marcmilo #dolores madrigal #gay people are real...

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nellycanwrite · 2 years

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okay so!!! i just caught up with lmfe and I! AM! LOVING! IT!!! I CANT EXPRESS MY UNDYING LOVE FOR THAT FIC!!! THE WRITING??? THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT??? THE ANGST???? CHEF'S KISS I TELL YA!!! i love how you write reader!!! she's not the stereotypical kind mom who went through trauma, but she's unconsciously projecting it to her kids (not that it's a good thing irl, but some write characters as strong people who just gets over the trauma, yknow?? we actually see reader going through trauma so subtly that you cant even tell it's there!) there's something about the way you write that really brings me in and it's just so poetic!!! I LOVE IT!!!

i have a few theories up in my mind about whats gonna happen, and im not sure if theyre all right but it's worth a shot! it's okay not to answer because you know, spoilers and stuff (but i hope you do answer!!!)

Mateo's going to die (I HOPE NOT). if not dead then maybe just sick???? I DONT KNOW NELLY. YOU FORESHADOWED SCARY SHIT IN THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS ABOUT MATEO AND IM SCARED

And THIS chapter!! i handle tarot cards before and I just know that these are tarot card descriptions!!! i never would have thought about it until i saw this line "he sits in all of his glory with the keys of Heaven at his feet" and i immediately knew this was The Hierophant! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HERE NELLY?? IF YOURE SUGGESTING ONE OF THE KIDS WILL BE REBELLING THEN IM GOING TO GO WILD im still figuring out the other descriptions of the vision because i just had to come here IMMEDIATELY before i can make sense of them!!

Also i think Encanto is?? going?? TO WAR?? YOUVE BEEN FORESHADOWING SO MANY SHIT EVEN IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS THAT I FEEL LIKE IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN SOON???

i still have so many theories in mind!!! im rereading all the chapters as we speak because i am deep into this story.

(also i didnt realize that this became super long because i just went on a ramble. I AM SO SORRY!! I LOVE LMFE SO MUCH THAT I JUST WENT ON AND ONE WITHOUT KNOWING)

Okay first of all, oH MY GOD ANON. GODDAMN. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING AND SUPPORTING THE STORY💖💖💖 I REALLY APPRECIATE IT! I never expected this much love to go into the fic since it’s frankly my first time writing something so long and detailed! Your support really just warmed my heart in all the right spots💖

Super glad you noticed the details I put into writing! I didn’t want to write the reader as this perfect mom who just had trauma then moved on. I wanted her to try to move on but unconsciously internalized her fears until it became a part of her, therefore projecting it to her kids as she raised them. It’s unconscious and frankly unnoticeable, at least, I hope I wrote it subtly enough that it’s implied. I didn’t want to outright say it, so I wrote it through the reader’s interactions with Bruno and the kids.

The general idea of the reader's character is based on Alma’s own, as I had intended for the reader to be a mirror of Alma’s ways. @cheesy-cryptid and I joked about how the reader is an ‘Alma kinnie’, but those lines ring true; Reader is—in a way—Alma’s counterpart. Reader has been under Alma’s wing since she was a baby, and she desperately wants her approval. The way Alma raised her also influenced her way of raising the kids. If you look at it in another way, Reader is what the Madrigal grandkids would be like if they had listened to Abuela’s every instruction without fail (generational trauma amirite). This will especially be proven true in later chapters. And I think you know when it’s going to happen if we follow through the film’s timeline.

Now for your theories💖 I want to tell you everything I have planned, but you already know that a big red SPOILER is going to greet you on the face😭 But I can at least answer some of your theories!

First off, you are correct! Chapter 47 did imply tarot cards! And you got the part where one of the kids is The Hierophant! I think you already know based on the description that it’s our lovely boy Javi💖 I’ll keep the other two tarots hush hush for now until you can figure it out😏 All of the tarots have meaning to them that will foreshadow the future of the story, so do your best on deciphering them!

About Mateo…I’ll leave that to your imagination until I can reveal it in future chapters XP But u h , let’s just say it’s not going to end well for him.

And about Encanto going to war…well, the truth is— //[REDACTED]

Thank you thank you THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading Love Me for Eternity! It really means a lot to me to see you all so invested! Keep those theories coming, even how long it’s going to be! I won’t mind at all (in fact, I really enjoy the long asks and messages!) I really love to read everything that you can think of!💖 I really do take pride at the fact that none of ya’ll can anticipate my next move for the story, especially when we reach post-canon *evil chuckles* But maybe I’m wrong and someone can actually figure it out, who knows XP

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