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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Alma responsible for the cracks but not in the canon way? O-o

…what has the woman done now?

Ohhh this is a complicated one. And long.

So, the idea is that Mirabel didn't get a gift cause she is the next holder of the candle.

During Mirabels ceremony, Alma is standing facing her and so she is the only one who sees her own door changing as Mirabel touches the doorknob. Imagine the image on Almas door flickering between the picture of Alma as the candle holder and Alma as just Abuela, no candle.

And Alma realizes what that means and what Miras door will show and she has a visceral reaction of NO! I'M NOT READY YET!

That candle and the miracle is all she has. She can't give that up just yet!

Her reluctance is basically forcing the magic into a decision and since Alma is still the candle holder the magic buckles under so to speak and instead of a door with her future picture as the candle holder, Mirabel gets nothing. That's also why the candle flickered during Mirabels ceremony. It didn't flicker cause it lost power. It flickered TOWARDS Mirabel, as if to remind Alma that Mirabels fate is merely put off for now. She WILL be the candle holder one day.

Alma is of course devastated by what she has (albeit unknowingly) caused by her fear, the hurt she has caused the little girl. But she is also still not ready. She needs this miracle, this last part of Pedro. She will pass the candle to Mirabel, of course she will, but not yet. Please not yet.

And so she still keeps her distance, but this time out of guilt. She is much softer with Mirabel in this au which confuses the girl even more, cause why can't grandma meet her eyes?

In this au Bruno didn't look into the future so he didn't disappear, but he is very suspicious of his mother's weird behavior.

As the years go by he is the one that notices the cracks. But in this au the cracks are not primarily caused by the strain on the family (Alma is not quite so harsh in this au cause Bruno never left and she knows that Mirabels failing ceremony wasn't because the magic fades) but because over the years, with Mirabel growing older, the magic demands the acknowledgment of the new holder but Alma is still not ready. She tells herself that Mirabel is not ready for the responsibility, but really it's just Alma that is not ready to let go.

She holds on with everything she's got while the magic starts to work against her which puts a strain on pretty much everything (a magical tug of war) hence the cracks.

I don't yet quite know how I would resolve this but when Mira is 16 and the cracks spread and Alma acts more and more suspicious Bruno decides himself to look into his nieces future and sees her as the candle holder in front of a (fallen?) Casita and he puts 2 and 2 together.

#Wow this got long #This is a very complicated idea and there is so much more to it #I tried to keep it short #Basically all the relationships would change especially between Alma and Mirabel #encanto #encanto fanfic #Encanto fanfic ideas #WIP folder game

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craftyjellyfishcat · 1 year

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Encanto idea

it's a regular day at the Encanto, that is until Isabella or Lusia starts wondering about something the family may missed (they ask each family member about the thing)

It isn't until they get to Camilio do they find the thing they missed, Mirabel's Quinceanera!

Now the Madrigals and the villagers must work together to give Mirabel the best Quinceanera ever, maybe even become closer as a family and a community

(Isabella, Alma, and especially the villagers are determined to make this Quinceanera the best cause they might have lingering guilt over their treatment towards her)

#encanto disney #encanto #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #the madrigals #disney encanto #Encanto fanfic ideas

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junosaccount · 2 years

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“How are you feeling, hermano?”

“Sweaty.”

#i'm sick rn #but not too sick to draw #so bruno may be sick too #we don't know how well or fast julietas magic works with illness #also some interior design ideas for brunos bedroom #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto #encanto fanart #my art #fanart for fanfic

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foggyfanfic · 7 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Story Summary: Ever since her gift ceremony, Mirabel hasn't been allowed to do anything by herself. Which is fine, she's fine, she gets it. Mirabel is the miracles back up plan if anything goes wrong, she understands completely why her Abuela is so protective of her. And she's honored, really, to have been chosen for something so important. However. When she overhears her Tio Bruno and his wife talking about secret cracks, and discovers a hidden passage in the walls, Mirabel jumps at the chance to do something without her cousins being roped in to help her. (Can be read as a stand alone, or as a sequel to Love and Fury).

Or: Jared Bush said that things would have been very different if Bruno had had a solid relationship when he had Mirabel's vision. So this is how the movie might have gone if he had a wife and kids.

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Prologue: Mirabel's not Having a Good Brithday

Julieta paced back and forth at the base of Bruno’s tower. There was no way she had the energy to climb all those stairs after the night she’d had, but she was also too antsy to wait in the airy tent Bruno usually held story time in.

She didn’t understand what happened last night. How could Mirabel not get a gift? Even Bruno’s son had gotten a gift and all of Bruno’s kids were adopted.

Not that that made them any less a part of the family, of course, but it did make Mirabel’s lack of gift all the more confusing. There was a horrible part of Julieta that wondered if little Gabriel had somehow stolen the magic meant for her daughter. Unintentionally, of course, she knew her sweet little nephew would never do such a thing on purpose, but…

She sighed, for neither the first nor last time that day.

Even if Gabriel had gotten the magic meant for Mirabel, that still wouldn’t explain why, or how this happened. And he was just as much a part of the family as any of the other kids, he had just as much right to the miracle as the rest of them.

But why didn’t her daughter get a gift?

Faintly, she heard a large door creak open, the groan of heavy wood parting with the stone doorway echoing off the canyon walls.

Julieta looked up at the rope and wood bridge, waiting.

Her Má had of course wanted a vision from Bruno as soon as the party was over. Thankfully, Bruno’s wife, Leandra, had been able to divert Alma’s attention to reassuring the villagers, while Pepa and Félix comforted the other kids. So Bruno had spent the night with Julieta and Agustín, comforting Mirabel or helping to distract the other children as needed.

There was no putting their Má off forever though, and as soon as Bruno had run out of excuses (and Leandra out of distractions) he was ushered up to his tower.

Where he was taking his damn sweet time.

Julieta huffed and shifted her weight from one foot to another, continuing to watch the bridge. Eventually, they walked across it, Leandra holding the vision and Bruno flinging his hands about in his usual way as he spoke.

His words didn’t carry down to Julieta, but the tension in his voice did.

Leandra rushed down the stairs, quickly pulling ahead of Bruno. She gave Julieta a tight smile, but passed her by with the vision in hand.

“Bruno will explain everything,” Leandra said, in a single breath as she all but jogged by. Julieta didn’t get the chance to even open her mouth to protest.

She sighed again and turned back to Bruno.

Who was still taking his damn sweet time.

“Ay, Bruno por favor,” she shouted up at him, “hurry up, my nerves are frayed as it is.”

“Right, right, right,” she heard him say, although not loud enough that she thought he might be saying it to her. It didn’t matter though because he did pick up the pace, soon she could hear his sandals slapping against the stone steps. When he finally got to her he stared at her, wringing his hands.

Julieta looked at him expectantly.

“It’s not Mirabel’s fault,” Bruno blurted.

“Of course not,” Julieta agreed immediately, “what isn’t Mirabel’s fault? Her not getting a gift, or-?”

“Or,” Bruno answered, with a nervous little chuckle.

“Bruno,” she groaned, about to mention again how nervous she already was.

“Right, yes, right, sorry,” Bruno held up his hands, a silent plea for patience she didn’t have, “somethings happening to the miracle, it’s not Mirabel’s fault, but she is at the center of it. I think.”

“Y-you think? What’s happening to the miracle? Why-?”

“I don’t know,” Bruno shook his head, wringing his fingers, “this vision, it was, it was different Juli. There was no one answer, no clear path. Literally all I know for sure is that something is happening to the miracle and Mirabel is probably at the center of it.”

Julieta absorbed this very vague and ominous statement then faintly asked, “Where is Leandra going?”

Bruno flinched, “To uh, to lie to Má about it.”

“What?!”

“Juli, it’s me we’re talking about, people always expect the worst from my visions, a-and if they see the one I just had… we need a plan,” Bruno sighed, at first looking tired, then he stood up straight, an increasingly rare occurrence, “we need to make sure people don’t blame Mirabel for whatever is about to happen.”

Julieta opened her mouth, then closed it, and nodded, “Fine, alright. So, what’s the official story?”

—

“-Bruno wasn’t able to see what exactly is going to happen to the miracle, but he did see this,” Leandra held the vision up to Alma, so that it showed the house in its broken state.

Alma gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

“Wait, watch,” Leandra breathed, then shifted the tablet just a little so the house seemed to repair itself, “whatever’s coming, the miracle is ready to fix itself.”

Alma breathed out a long sigh of relief, “And what is Mirabel’s part in all this?”

Leandra swallowed her guilt, looked Alma in the eye, and said, “She is a backup reservoir for the magic. See, the miracle will need her there in order to fix itself. The miracle didn’t skip her, instead of giving her a gift it stored some of itself in her.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, she tried to reassure herself, in fact it might even be true. It was Bruno’s top theory of what the vision meant. So technically she wasn’t lying to her mother in law, she was just… potentially wrong.

Alma slowly took the tablet from her hands, shifting it back and forth. Leandra watched her, reminding herself over and over that this was for Mirabel. Being married to Bruno had taught Leandra exactly how damning a bad reputation could be, how hard it was to escape such things. It didn’t matter how hard she campaigned for him, what changes he made, or how many children showed up to his weekly story time. He would always be Bad Luck Bruno to half the village.

They couldn’t let the same thing happen to Mirabel.

All the same, she hated (potentially) lying to her mother in law. Leandra looked up to Alma, she admired her, and she felt a great deal of sympathy for everything Alma had faced. And that wasn’t even touching on how grateful Leandra was.

Alma was always one of the most ardent protectors of Leandra’s children, nobody was allowed to so much as imply that Leandra and Bruno’s kids weren’t real Madrigals, not if there was anything Alma could say about it. It was already so hard to reassure Gabriel that he was welcome in the family, if they hadn’t had Alma’s staunch support, Leandra wasn’t sure they would have gotten this far.

And now Leandra was lying to Alma. Through her teeth.

Maybe.

“Of course it's Mirabel,” Alma suddenly chuckled, “that sweet girl could hold the whole world in her heart.”

“She really could,” Leandra agreed, wholeheartedly.

Bruno’s second most likely theory was that Mirabel was going to do something to fix whatever was happening, and Leandra had come up with plenty of half truths that would have convinced Alma of that fact despite how damning the vision looked. And she would have used those half truths, if not for Luisa, Julieta, and Bruno himself.

It was something her, Félix, and Agustín often grumbled about, how much pressure their spouses and children faced from the village. And from Alma.

It was too late to save the others, but not Mirabel.

So, she and Bruno had decided to cast Mirabel in a passive role. It was true she could turn out to be the hero of this piece, but she shouldn’t have to be forced into it. She shouldn’t have to spend her whole life on her toes, devoting her entire existence to one day doing what the village expected.

Mirabel deserved the chance to just… be a kid.

Alma sobered, “So the miracle is in danger?”

“Sí, but we don’t know from what,” Leandra sighed and shook her head, “just that as long as Mirabel is safe, there’s hope of the miracle healing itself.”

Alma nodded, “Good. Now come, sit with me. We need to figure out what we’ll tell the village. The last thing we want is for them to panic.”

—

“Agustín, mi amor,” Tía Julieta greeted her husband with a kiss on the cheek, “how much do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Tío Agustín answered immediately, “why?”

“And what would you do to keep our daughter safe?”

“Anything, why? Juli, what’s happening?”

Tía Julietta sighed, “I can’t tell you everything.”

“What? Why not,” his frown was audible through his tone.

“Because you are terrible at keeping secrets, and that’s exactly what we need to do to keep Mirabel safe,” Tía said.

“Ah. I see. What sort of secret?”

“The official story for last night is that the miracle has stored a piece of itself away in Mirabel’s heart in case it is ever in danger,” there was a pause, “the official story.”

“Right. And I take it there is an unofficial story?”

“Sí, and the fewer people know, the better.”

Tío Agustín sighed very deeply, “Will I get to hear it someday?”

“Sí, we think about ten years from now,” Tía Julietta’s voice was muffled, hands scraped up and down over fabric. They were probably hugging.

“Ten years,” he breathed, then sighed again, “I can wait ten years. For our daughter.”

There was a pause, then Tía Julieta began to sniffle, “Ay, sorry, sorry, I’m just so-. I am so many things right now, one of them being in love with you and another being incredibly grateful my children have you as a father.”

Lips pressed against smooth skin and smacked very quietly, “No need to apologize mi amor, we’re both very tired. And I’m certainly not about to complain about you being in love with me.”

They devolved into gross, cuddly talk after that, so Dolores tuned them out in favor of listening to Tía Leandra help Alma come up with a lie to cover the Official Story, that was also, apparently, covering the Unofficial Story.

If it weren’t involving her family, she would say this was almost as good as one of Tío Bruno’s stories.

#mirabel madrigal #Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Encanto fanfic #Encanto AU #will include both a queer Isabela and a queer Bruno #so just in case anybody has that blacklisted #queer madrigals #I'm going to hurry up and queue the other chapters because I want to brag about the brilliant idea I came up with for Bruno and Isabela

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applesap-fics · 3 months

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Fapruary 1 - Wedding night

E, 1851 words, Mariano/Isabela. What if Isabela went through with the wedding?

There are an awful lot of things to do before the wedding and Mariano scarcely has the time to talk with Isabela about it, and even then Isabela doesn’t want to say much without her family to consult. His grandmother guffaws when he laments this with a sigh. “You’d rather run away with her and have her in private, wouldn’t you!”

It would give them time to admire each other without anyone present, yes. Isabela, even now, even promised to Mariano, still feels like something unreachable. A flower he can’t pluck. No– She’s more like an arrangement of a bouquet.

That is how she stays. Arranged. Even at the altar as he compares her to the most beautiful flower in the Encanto.

Even at the reception.

Mariano is sweaty and woozy from dancing and drinking. Isabela throws a light curtain of rose petals wherever she dances, her smile gleaming and inviting, but at some point even her endless supply of cheer runs out and she comes to sit with Mariano at one of the side tables.

She sighs, as weary as Mariano is from the long day they’ve had to navigate. She brushes invisible crumbs or wrinkles from her lap. Nothing catches on her pure white gloves. The content expression on his wife’s face is one of a job well done.

His wife. They’re done now. They’ve courted, proposed, prepared and now they’re wedded. That does feel very satisfying, he supposes. At least all the rituals and ceremonies are out of the way now.

He fumbles for words. What do you say to your wife when she’s so beautiful and perfect? He’s been afraid to say too much today in case he messed it up with her.

“Are you happy?” he ends up saying, dumbly, even though he does really want to know. “With today, I mean?”

She smiles. “Of course. It went really well.”

Mariano nods. “Yeah.” It went exactly the way Abuela and doña Alma wanted it to. Their families were so excited.

“And we’re almost done.”

That’s exactly it! The night is almost over and they can finally relax. With the wedding complete, there isn’t much needed on their part to keep the party going.

“Good thing you don’t have to wear the trail anymore,” he says. It’s hard to imagine Isabela tripping over anything, but at least he didn’t have to watch out for it while dancing with her. He’d been worried about that before Abuela laughed it off.

She hums as if he’s made an astute observation instead of a joke. It makes him both feel less and even more awkward. Actually, it makes him feel a little dumb, but that’s probably not how she meant it.

“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Isabela says.

“I don’t think I can dance any more,” he agrees. Parties in the Encanto, especially the Madrigals’, can last for days. “Do you uh… wanna end the night?”

It’s exactly what she wants to do.

Isabela reaches for his hand. She’s soft, and the unexpected touch sends shivers up his arm. He always likes it when she touches him. Flirty, making him curious, sighing and yearning after her. They used to be fleeting, but now that they’re married she’s allowed to touch him as much as she wants.

Gently, they move through the crowd, saying pleasant goodbyes and thankyous and avoiding jokes about flower picking, as Isabela takes Mariano up to her room.

The party instantly quiets as the door closes behind them. So this is her room. Their room, technically, though it is dauntingly Isabela. On some level he knows his clothes have moved into her wardrobe — all pink and lavender now, even though he likes white and red more — but from floor to bottom it’s all flowers and gardens with not a lot of furniture. If the house can spare it, he hopes Casita has a writing desk for him.

Starstruck, he takes in the tower, and (“Woah!”) as they step further into the room, a bed is lowered by vines from the ceiling hidden by a flower curtain.

That’s now their bed, where he will wake up as her husband and she as his wife every single day for the rest of time.

“Oh,” he sighs when it dawns on him. They aren’t that kind of done.

“Mariano.” Isabela’s voice is soft, shaky. Her hands are clasped in front of her. For the first time he’s known her, it sounds as if she’s not sure what to say.

His hand slips up her arm above her glove where his palm rests on her warm, naked skin. “Isabela…”

“Do you want to have sex?”

Mariano’s groin stirs at the proposition. It’s not like he’s never fantasized about it before.

A strand of black silky hair, beautifully curling over her bare neckline, enticing. “Of course I want to,” he says, his knuckles grazing over her skin, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

She flashes a smile.

“Isabela…” Mariano cups her cheek, round and soft in his broad hand, and kisses her deeply.

They kissed before at the altar and once during the party when their photo got taken. Lips firm against lips to seal the deal, the next one a little lighter. Sparks contained, knowing that he couldn’t push too hard at the time for fear of ruining the moment for her, for the family watching them. The perfect kiss.

It’s so much more than he expected. More than anything he could have written up for her in a love poem. Her lips are so soft and so easy to get lost in. When he angles his head to deepen the kiss, she yields easily, even opening her mouth for him! Feeling much braver than a moment before, he slips his tongue in, parting her mouth even further until he moans wantongly into her. His body runs warm. His cock stirs, hardening against her dress. And Isabela–

If he goes too rough, she knows she can ask him to slow down. She’s thankfully not as tense as she was a few months back, when Dolores made that joke about the five babies and she was once again pulled into a future she knew she had to prepare for.

“Will it hurt?” she had asked Mami. When she grew up, the Abuelitas (if they dared to speak of sex at all) always said it would hurt the first time, and a few of her girlfriends were already married and had said the same. “Guys are so rough.” They were of no help, of course.

But Mami and tía Pepa had softened the blow a little. “If he does it right, you’ll want to dive back onto him as soon as he’s done,” Pepa told her shamelessly, at which her mother had blushed, but nodded. “Ask him to slow down if he goes too fast,” her mother added. “And that goes for kissing too. I don’t know, mija, he seems so dreamy. But all boys get excited and you’re allowed to set boundaries.”

So far so good, kissing wise. The real boundary she wants to set is for him to sleep on the floor (or another room where she won’t have to spend time with him) and never touch her again. She hadn’t been able to get that out of her mind. Mariano on top of her, under her, near her. His lips. His face. His hands. His penis. She wanted to shake the thought out of her head any time she thought of it. How to make those five babies happen. Him on top of her. Him inside of her.

So, as she does with any new challenge, she had practiced what she would do. Touched herself, not out of curiosity like when she was a teen, but with purpose. Her hands roaming her breasts, firm. Her curves, smooth, probably easy to grab. The hair between her legs. The heat. That nub that send a shock through her the first time she found it.

Mariano spreads her like a tossed bouquet of flowers on the bed. Pulls his hand through her bodice, popping open the pearl-like buttons on her back. She knows what she looks like to him. Mirrors help her to see how others perceive her. Her wedding dress, slightly bunched up. Her full breasts poking out of the corset, engulfed by Mariano’s warm mouth.

It feels like an insect crawling on top of her. She had hoped she wouldn’t be as dry as she imagined. Rarely did she think of Mariano fucking her when she spread her legs under the covers and rubbed herself. Sometimes she thought of herself, writhing, a little scared. Sometimes she — traitorously — thought of her friends who already had sex. Who knew how to move to make it pleasurable, to please their husbands. Sometimes she thought of them teaching her.

Their fingers on her clit, instead of Mariano’s. Their higher, but still husky voices moaning against her earlobe, kissing her neck, instead of Mariano’s. Their slim fingers curling inside of her, like Isabela liked to do to herself, instead of Mariano’s.

Unable to find her entrance, he rubbed his cock against her. “Is this good?”

At least he’s nice. But no. Nothing about this feels good. It’s like grinding against uncooked ham.

“Yes,” she says with a moan, moving in tandem with him.

It’s like dancing! Tío Félix had quipped before breaking into a waltz with tía Pepa. On another, separate occasion, Papi had said the same. It was good advice. Dancing she could do.

She took his hand and moved it down her belly, guiding him towards her clit. At least with his eyes closed he’s not looking at her grimace.

She does let out a genuine cry when their fingers circle her clit and his cock breaches her cunt right after.

Better not to think of Mariano. Maybe if it was one of the younger aunties guiding something inside her instead, to teach her how to take something big. The most fingers she’s been able to get inside of herself is three, and Mariano feels much bigger than anything she’s taken before. That should make it more believable that this is her first time. Still, there’s no way he has the experience to know she isn’t technically a virgin anymore. Not all women bleed, her mother had said. Isabela is certainly not going to bleed for Mariano. (Although she had, briefly, thought about secretly pricking herself so the sheets would stain red.)

And it’s not so bad once he thrusts inside of her. She doesn’t ask him to slow down, maybe even kind of likes the way he rams into her. The sooner he’s done, the sooner she’s done. The thrusts shove her mind away from Mariano. From his noises. From his hairy arms locked around her and his equally hairy chest rubbing against her bare breasts. She can pretend his hardness is her own. That somehow, the mirror is still in front of her.

It’s a lot to get used to. The next night, she’s already adjusted a little bit more.

#encanto #encanto fanfics #mariano guzman #isabela madrigal #fapruary #<- no idea if ill be able to keep that up #mariano/isabela #i cant imagine people check that tag but still #mariano x isabela

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fanficideasforthetaking · 2 months

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Mirabel dies soon after her failed ceremony and goes to heaven where she becomes an exterminator named Vaggie. After realizing they are doing something horrific and refusing to kill a child, she is attacked and left in hell where she is found by Charlie. Years later the magic of the candle reunites her with her old family wether she likes it or not.

All my ideas are available, no need to ask, just tag me or give me a link so I can read your amazing work!

#fanfic ideas #fanfic #encanto #mirabel madrigal #hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Can’t stop thinking about Bruno being five years younger than Julieta and Pepa and the changes in dynamics now, whoops.

He’s the only one in the first generation to have no memories of Pedro at all, but at least he doesn’t remember Pedro dying.

He is The Baby and if you mess with him, Pepa will zap you.

Félix takes one look at this 10 year old like, “Hm, guess I have a sibling now. I will be The Cool Brother.”

Agustín desperately wants to be The Cool Brother and falls flat on his face.

Bruno telling the kids not to worry about Julieta and Pepa nagging, because they’re “a pair of old ladies.” (Pepa zaps him)

Anon, thank you, I’m having so much fun 🙏

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wejusthereforthefanart · 1 year

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More Encanto headcanons to get my life back on track

Bruno begged Dolores not to tell anyone about the “man of my dreams betrothed to another” prophecy, because he could see that Pepa was already fighting with Alma about how her and Julieta’s children were being treated differently and didn’t want to escalate his sister’s frustration by basically telling her “Yeah, your daughter’s going to be heartbroken in like ten years while Isabela’s a girlboss”.

Luisa is the second biggest hopeless romantic out of the grandchildren, behind Dolores. Camilo tries to help her talk to her crushes by going into town as different people and put in a good word for her, like “I heard Luisa Madrigal is really interested in the process of growing avocados, maybe you can give her a tour of this... super cool... awesome farm that definitely doesn’t smell like manure.” He was told to stop interfering in her love life when he inadvertently created a love pentagon of four guys thinking she was head-over-heels in love with them, and broke out into a blood feud for her hand in marriage.

Agustin originally stumbled onto the Encanto by total accident, when he was a part of a tourist group from the city. He was trailing behind the others when he fell off the footpath and rolled into the river, smacking into a beehive on the way. A group of children were playing in the water until a swollen, red-faced Agustin covered in algae emerged from under a log, and he “chased” them into the village while they screamed of a river monster. From then on, Alma saw him as a fumbling idiot, no matter how hard he tried to convince her that he graduated from college. His disappearance is a cold case back in the city.

Over the years of watering the crops, Pepa mostly thought about her father, Pedro, to make herself cry. No matter what sad book she read, her thoughts always returned to the memories of her classmates making cards and gifts for their dads while she and her siblings made crafts for their mother again and again. Eventually, Pepa began to break down into tears at the mere mention of the fields, and the family was forced to have a long conversation that ended with Alma reassuring the children that Pedro would have loved them all.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #fanfiction ideas #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal

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taranodongirl · 1 year

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What Do You Think Would Happen If The MC Was Bruno Madrigal?

I really like reading MC What If/AU posts, and I have seen quite a few really good TWST Encanto MC ideas. But as good as they are, so far I haven’t seen any What If Bruno Was Taken To Twisted Wonderland posts or fanfics.

I feel that there is so much potential in that. Just imagine, what if instead of hiding in Casitas walls after Mirabel’s gift ceremony, Bruno was unexpectedly taken to Twisted Wonderland?

Maybe he becomes a staff member or wakes up as teen and becomes a student?

How would the staff and students react to Bruno’s quirky personality?

How would Bruno help the Students?

Would the school help Bruno get better at his visions? And how would his visions change the story?

What if his dreams turn into vision tablets and everyone wants them because they hold previously unknown history of The Great Seven?

There are so many possibilities with this premise and I would love to see what other fans would do with it. Feel free to use this idea for any future Fanfics or AU posts because I would LOVE read them!

#encanto #encanto bruno #bruno magridal #mc au #twst wonderland #twst encanto #twisted wonderland encanto #bruno mc au #what if #what if bruno was in twisted wonderland #twst x encanto #twisted wonderland x encanto #story ideas #fanfic ideas

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baykitthings · 10 months

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Encanto fanfic idea

Mermaid AU

Long ago all of the Mer tribes were disconnected from each other until they were brought together by Queen Alma and her miraculous underwater flame. With her magic she formed a powerful underwater kingdom and even created a trade agreement with a seaside human kingdom with the Mer people granting safe passage for their ships and even trading some of their magical goods.

But one day Alma's son, Bruno, goes missing. She scoured the ocean but couldn't find him. With nowhere else to turn she blames the human kingdom and demands his return. The humans deny having him. Alma declares that no ship will grace their harbors until he is returned.

Years later, Mirabel is the only mermaid in her family that was not graced with a magic song. She instead becomes fascinated with the human realm, especially their clothing. So she steals a magic bracelet from her family vault that allows her to walk on land and runs away to the seaside kingdom.

There she meets Prince Mariano, who is in love with a mysterious singer he hears on the beach every night, and learns of his dream to bring peace back to their two kingdoms. She also learns of a vault beneath the palace that no one can open. Recognizing the vault as mermaid magic, Mirabel is able to open it and finds Bruno trapped inside. The previous king had been greedy and upon learning of Bruno's future vision, he befriended him, tricked him and then trapped him. But after doing so, the king became ill and then died before telling anyone how to open the vault or what was inside.

And now Mirabel has to figure out how to get them both back to the undersea kingdom in the next three days because if she doesn't, Alma is going to sink the human kingdom in retaliation for taking both her son and her granddaughter from her.

#encanto #encanto au #mermaid au #fanfic ideas

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magicalmadrigals · 3 months

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How many times do we think this girl got herself tangled up in her own vines when she was first learning how to use her gift and she was constantly getting untangled by her parents? Tiny Isabela was so CUTE

#baby isabela madrigal #young isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x isabela #agustin x isabela #encanto fanfic ideas #encanto #disney encanto #isabela encanto #encanto isabela

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Ooo, for the WIP the One-shot: Camilo's chaotic hide and seek?

Oh man I've been trying to write this for months but it is supposed to be 90 % humor and humor is hard for me.

I'll just copy and paste the tentative summary I drafted months ago:

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Set during the rebuilding of Casita.

When Camilo hears that his Tio Bruno is looking for him because he wants to "have a talk", he panics.

He did, after all, paint the dude in a very unflattering light during the last ten years. No wonder he wants to "have a talk".

Well, he will have to catch Camilo first! Too bad it is so much harder to hide when you can't shift into someone else anymore.

A tired uncle searches, a disaster child (tries to) hide. Hilarity ensues.

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Bruno is not looking for him because he is angry of course. He just heard the kid likes theater too and wants to quite literally only have a talk. 90% humor, because at one point Bruno figures Camilo is avoiding him cause he is really scared of his Tio and that makes Bruno very sad until the misunderstanding is cleared up and the two can finally nerd out over theater.

#I crave more wholesome interactions between those two #But Camilo is also a little gremlin and Bruno too socially out of practice #encanto fanfic #Encanto fanfic ideas #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto

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encantoisawesome · 2 years

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to find my screenshot posts, just type “screenshot” into my blogs search bar

links to my art and fanfics below the “keep reading” part

catrigals au art

the catrigals au was created by the awesome @glitternightingale

my art for it is here

- where’s bruno? - julieta and pepa are wondering about brunos whereabouts

- mirabel - a cat design of mirabel

- sleep pile - the triplets are sleeping

- long live the king - pepa betrays bruno

- the triplets facial expressions - emojis for discord

- luisa, mirabel and isabela - cat design for luisa, mirabel and isabela

- headpats for mirabel - alma and mirabel

- CATNIP! - julieta finds catnip in the kitchen

- cat hugs - for the triplets birthday

random plot ideas i had

(feel free to use these if you want. just tag my name at @encantoisawesome if you do)

- involuntary visions behind the walls - what would happen if bruno had a involuntary vision behind the walls?

- casita looks after bruno - bruno passes out because of an unexpected vision and casita looks after him

- the zombie au - camilo and mirabel accidentally cause a zombie apocolypse after trying to bring abuela alma back to life

- experiments - camilo, agustin, mirabel, julieta and bruno are captured by a group of scientists that want to see how their powers work. its up to the rest of the family to save them

- encanto/big hero 6 crossover outfits - outfit description ideas i had if encanto was in big hero 6

my fanfics

it was just a nightmare

Bruno has a nightmare about his sisters and mother.

Is it just a dream or is he seeing the future?

the encanto infinity war snap

what if the encanto was affected by Thanos's snap?

#encanto #encanto screenshots #my art #my fanfics #my plot ideas

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wikluk · 2 years

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julistín - got germs

got germs: [character A] and [character B] are sick.

burning up

"You're hot."

"Why, thank you! It's so nice to be finally appreciated–"

Julieta groaned. "No, Agustín, you're really hot," she mumbled, rolling onto her other side, distancing herself from him. "Hot and sweaty."

"I can say the same about you," he said after a while and sniffed loudly. "Hot, sweaty and grumpy, and at least one of these things is a bad thing."

"Ugh," Julieta buried her face into her pillow, the idea of kicking Agustín out of their bed tempting like never before. She probably would do it, only to get a few minutes of calmness, but her every muscle felt like she ran all around the Encanto the previous day, without any break, including climbing the mountains and crossing the river. She was sore.

Sore, hot and miserable, and she couldn't breathe properly because her nose was stuffy and she had to inhale and exhale through her mouth.

Agustín coughed behind her, shifting on their bed.

"I'm dead on my feet, Julieta."

"You're not even standing."

She could imagine the look he sent her, and it made her lips quirk for a second. But the tiniest small dropped quickly as another wave of heat overcame her and she kicked the sheets off her, desperate to cool down.

Her nightgown felt as uncomfortable as if she dived into the water and now the soaked material clung to her body in the most unpleasant way.

Julieta sat up and started unbuttoning her nightgown.

A bit of silence and–

"What are you doing?"

"Can't you tell? I'm undressing."

"Aw, amor, you can do so much better than this."

Julieta turned her head to look at him and sent him a glare. In his pitiful, miserable state, with his nose all red and his eyes glossy, he had the audacity to smile cheekily at her. Still staring at him in the most unimpressed way she could (at least she hoped she succeeded at that), she pulled her gown over her head and tossed it aside.

Agustín emitted a low hum and traced her thigh with his long fingers. Julieta swatted his hand away with a loud slap and he hissed in response, a pout appearing on his lips. "What was that for?"

"For being an unbearable, irreformable silly man."

"You knew perfectly well who you chose when you agreed to–" he sneezed suddenly, and sniffed immediately. "–to marry me."

Julieta shifted on their bed and collapsed onto the mattress with a long sigh. "And I do wonder sometimes why I did it."

"Now you're being cruel."

She tilted her head to the side while fanning her face with both hands. "Whose idea was it to go and dance in the rain?"

"Hey, you agreed to it!"

"But you suggested it! And now we're both sick!"

"You weren't complaining yesterday!"

"That's not the–" her nose tickled suddenly and before she could even cover her face, she sneezed.

Agustín burst out laughing which turned into coughing in a matter of a couple of seconds. "You sound like a tiny kitten," he cooed between coughs. "Like an adorable, small kitten. Aw, Juli!"

"I hate you," she murmured, inhaling deeply through her mouth.

He shifted closer to her, running his hand over her arm and stomach. "No, you don't."

"I do."

"You don't."

"I really do," she assured, looking at him seriously. He pouted again. She cracked a resigned smile. "Okay, I don't."

"Told you so," he smiled, bowing his head to kiss her forehead.

"Agustín," she whined. "Get away from me."

She was still hot and the closeness of his equally hot body didn't help at all. Julieta wished she could just dive into a bath full of cool water. Maybe it would make her less sticky, at least.

"You know..." he said slowly, tapping her nose with his index finger. "Since we're both down with a cold because of me, maybe we can heal thanks to me?"

"Oh? Since when you are the healer in this marriage?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Since now. Because I heard that there's a certain, rather pleasant way to–"

"No."

A pout.

Julieta rolled her eyes. "Nope, amor. Unless you want me to sneeze in your face beca–" she didn't even finish the sentence, sneezing again.

Agustín wiped his face with the back of his hand. "You know, a simple no would be enough."

Julieta smacked him on the stomach with the back of her left hand. "Pff, you were ready to kiss me a few seconds ago but me sneezing grosses you out? You're a silly man, just like I said."

"But I'm your silly man," he said in the most charming way.

Or at least it was intended this way because his red, runny nose and raspy voice didn't make him sound nor look charming at all.

She laughed, and coughed, and laughed again, pushing him away so that he landed on his back.

"We have about..." she looked at the clock and frowned. "About thirty minutes before people start looking for us and find us here, sick, miserable and barely alive. And I don't want our hijas to see us this way. I wish I could get healed with an area. Or a cup of chocolate santafereño..."

"My offer still stands..."

Julieta looked at him, blinked three times, and pushed herself up, wincing at the dull pain in her muscles. "I'm gonna take a cool shower."

There was another wiggle of his eyebrows. "Because you're hot?"

Julieta sighed defeated. "Because I am hot," she agreed, standing up. "And it's your fault so don't even try following me."

She took two steps–

"But I'm hot too!"

She shook her head. "Ay Agustín."

He was really insufferable at times.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustín #sickfic #fluff and humor #drabble #no idea #this shit just happened #agustin is trying #and julieta is so done

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yellowcry · 4 months

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I'll watch you burn down these vows that we made

Jewelry was pretty popular. Who doesn't love shiny rings or bracletes? So when an unwnown trader stood upon Encanto, selling them, some Madrigals couldn't miss the chance. Especially considering how cheap it was

Visitors in Encanto were something unusual, the village was locked for years, not letting anyone in. So even when the mountains had cracked, seeing anyone new was an extremely huge event.

Dolores heard enough noise to know that something interesting was going on. And she loved to be nearly the center of things. As she focused a bit more, she found out that some people were discussing a new piece of jewelry.

As she finally reached the outskirts, she found a bustling crowd gathering around the new selling stands. Most likely some traders passed nearby and got inside of Encanto.

Mirabel was already here, along with Isabela who was busy being her usual mess, the younger girl had probably gone to meet these people earlier. Or, as Dolores realized a couple of minutes later, just one man.

"What's happening?" Dolores whispered, getting just behind Mirabel. Her cousin winced in surprise, turning her head around.

"Oh, just some new goods!" Mirabel waved at the table filled with jewelry. The gold plate was shining in the bright sunlight.

Isabela laughed loudly and as Dolores looked at her older cousin, she noticed new round earrings that she wore wore. Probably made out of emerald or something like that. "Hey, Dolly, look at these. It's cacti colored."

Dolores chuckled, covering her face as she shook her head. How did Isa manage to involve a cactus in anything at all?

It seemed like expensive stuff. All golden, decorated with carved gemstones. Dolores couldn't get her eyes off such a beautiful decoration at this moment.

She had some money. Encanto was usually using gold and it turned out to be a huge money beyond the mountains. So maybe she could afford something simple.

Her gaze traveled against the stand, examining what she could get. Painted rings and earrings, shiny bracelets, pendants on silver chains. Dolores' eyes stopped at one of these. A golden heart with a dark gomed placed inside. And, how wonderfully, just her color! She bit her lip unsurely, taking the bijouterie. Also ignoring Luisa's loud steps directed right here

"I think it really fits you, señora," Trader nodded to her politely, but it was most likely just an attempt to make her buy it. A classic technique. "Just so you know, I'm here just for today." Okay, it worsened the choice. If anything, she thought to go by a few days later and have some time to think about this

However, it actually seemed to be really nice. So maybe Dolores should try this out. She briefly ignored her cousins' talk where Mirabel explained the whole situation to Luisa.

The tallest girl had chosen one of the wide cuff bracelets, replacing her usual rag ones with strong steel. Dolores also put on a noticed coulomb. Well, it actually blended with her normal set so it wouldn't hurt to have a new one. She hadn't bought anything new in a while, so an idea of having something new was pretty appleasing.

Mirabel seemed to twirl in her hand one of those rings with a big tanzanite on it, unsure if she should buy this or not, before the older girls had collectively said that she definitely should. No one would mind if she spent her money on something to herself.

The rest of the day had been just as normal as any other day. The family had commented on them. Camilo scoffed, muttering that they were girls.

In the evening, Dolores was about to change. She pulled the shiny chain to get this off. But it didn't bulge, the chain seemed to be firmly stuck in place. The young woman pulled stronger, feeling slightly worried, this wasn't normal in any possible way, the cold metal suddenly started to feel as if it was glued to the gentle skin on her neck.

"What the heck?" She muttered under her breath, desperately trying to push her fingers through the gold and her bronze skin.

"Oh, I wouldn't waste my energy if I was you." Lores winced at the unknown deep voice, she had never heard anyone quite like that. As she looked up, her eyes widened in shock. Right upon her bed floated a giant one-eyed creature, it somehow resembled Dolores, looking alike. But at the same time, whatever it was, it didn't look human in the normal sense of this word. More like a drawing that had been smudged or washed out with water.

Whatever was going on, Dolores felt that she had just gotten into a huge trouble. In hindsight, taking some strange jewelry from a stranger at an incredibly low price wasn't a good idea at all.

#encanto #ao3 author #fanfic #dolores madrigal #encanto au #what the hell is going on #i have no idea what i'm doing

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