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beanie-beebo-writes · 2 years

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All Along [The Casita]

Summary: Just one of the days of the life in the walls of Casita...with a twist.

Category: Genfic, Pre-movie

Warnings: Angst, Abuela being an ass

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10 years.

It had been almost 10 years living alone in the walls of Casita. And despite being housed in a magical paradise, the years weren't kind.

The bags under his eyes had grown deeper and darker, his hair growing more and more unkempt, his eyes losing the light they once held.

And yet no one knew.

Or at least he thought.

Just like every other day, he lay haphazardly across the crumbling recliner catching some much needed z's. An annoying crack of sunlight shone through a gap in the boards, disturbing his slumber. Bruno groaned and buried his face into the old fabric of the chair. It was too early. But yet again, time was only an illusion.

A rat scampered up from the floor, giving a small squeak once it reached Bruno's sleeping form. Not receiving a response, it lightly nudged the side of his face and earned mumbled gibberish in response. It tried again, harder this time. Bruno turned his head, eyes squinting in the bright morning light. The small mammal motioned its head to the boarded mural from where the sun had been peeking in.

Bruno slowly blinked, trying to process the nonverbal cue. To reinforce the rat's message, a soft clatter of porcelain dishes could be heard beyond the walls. Bruno's stomach grumbled in anticipation.

He slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, sending the rat back to the floor. Too tired to notice, he swung his feet to stand and sent the poor thing flying across the room. He opened his eyes widely upon realizing his clumsy mistake. Bruno's eyes shot to his small companion and he carefully made his way over to the other side of the room. With extra caution, he picked up the dazed rat.

"Oh mi dulce Rosalita, ¿estás bien? Lo siento mi cariño. I'm so damn clumsy." Bruno said softly.

Rosalita blinked and wiggled her nose before giving a small squeak in response. Bruno sighed in relief.

"What on earth was that clatter? I heard that all the way from my room, Juli. Everything okay?"

Bruno froze. Of course he had to give himself away to his family, again. It's not like this hadn't happened before. It's bound to happen in a quiet community when you live inside the guts of your house, literally. But over the years, he had grown to be more careful. Especially after he had almost been caught a few times. He was lucky there always seemed to be a distraction right after to cover him up.

"I have no idea. Maybe some kids rough housing nearby?" He heard Julieta reply.

Bruno peered through the gap in the boards, giving him a small glance into casita’s kitchen. Julieta was just finishing up breakfast, as she did every morning. It was Agustín who had come to check in on her. He made a face and shrugged, seeming to agree with Julieta's explanation. It was a quiet enough town, so it wasn’t illogical.

“Everybody almost ready?” She asked, beginning to clean up.

“I think so,” Agustín said. “I can check though if you’d like.”

“Would you, cariño? That would be great.” Julieta said.

“Sure, no problema amor.” Agustín replied.

As he left to check on the others, Mirabel came rushing into the room towards the family plates.

“Good morning Mira, sleep well?” Julieta asked.

“Sí, a little too well. Lo siento, mamá. I guess I slept in.” Mirabel said.

“It’s quite alright, everyone needs it every once in a while. I would take care of setting the table if needed.” Julieta said.

“No má it’s fine, really. I have to help somehow..”

Bruno looked on with a heavy heart. The whole reason he had left in the first place was to make Mirabel’s life easier. Even if it was a little bit. But even with his disappearance, he could see that it apparently wasn’t enough. Mirabel still felt pressure to live up to his mother’s impossible expectations, and still felt like she wasn’t enough. She was still the scapegoat, the one everyone blamed when things went wrong. The thing Bruno had been trying to prevent. It’s obvious his prophecy would have made things much worse, but he thought that his mother would have been at least a little more forgiving of her granddaughter. Apparently not.

Julieta’s voice brought him from his thoughts. “Did you happen to see how everyone else was doing upstairs?”

“Everyone’s pretty much ready. It’s just..” Mirabel scoffed. “Señorita princesa Isabela is hogging up the bathroom for some reason this morning. Can’t she just grow a waterfall or something to wash up? It’s not like everyone else needs to shower or anything.”

Shower.. ¡Mierda! He forgot to shower! And if he didn’t keep up with his rituals.. Well. He didn’t want to think about it. Bruno rushed to the small cracked basin at the other side of the room and quickly splashed water onto his raggedy face. He blindly reached for the soap and began scrubbing himself as quickly as he could manage, knowing he didn’t have much time before his family came down for breakfast. Even though he knew no one would see him or notice his presence, Abuela had always made it known how important it was to have a specific routine. And what the consequences were if you didn’t follow it.

Bruno Madrigal was a grown man. He washed his own clothes, he knew how to make a meal if he had to. But what Abuela said, you would follow. And if you didn’t? Well may God bless you. And even when Abuela was long gone, Bruno was sure the family would still be mindlessly following these habits. They just stuck with you.

As quick as Bruno had begun to bathe, he was already finished. And just in time for him to join his family at his usual place behind the mural. He made a sign of the cross as he sat down and bowed his head in prayer alongside his family. Everyone listened in silence to Abuela’s prayer, waiting in bated breath to dig into their meal. After a brief moment of silence, Abuela sat at the head of the table, signaling it was okay to begin eating.

For a few minutes, all that was heard throughout the dining area was the clanking of silverware and soft sounding of eating. One would think the absence of talking would be unsettling, but it was actually quite comforting for Bruno. It reminded him that words weren’t needed to bond, that the family was still there; without all the usual chaos. He himself had begun to dig into his half of the bunuelo, saving the other half for his small friends. He exhaled in amusement. He could already hear his sisters and his mother if they saw the sight before him. Rats nibbling away at leftovers, on the table. ..And Bruno eating scraps from the night before.

He frowned and looked back at the family through the openings in the mural before glancing back at his “meal”. His stomach growled from the lack of food, causing him to look down. Before his thoughts could spiral deeper, Mirabel’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Hey mami, is it okay if I help out again in the village today? Like I did the other day? I was hoping maybe-”

“Mirabel, you know Julieta needs to focus on helping the community. You should know better than to interrupt that.” Abuela interrupted, void of much emotion.

Mira’s face fell. “I know but, it worked last time! I promise I won’t get in the way-” She said.

Abuela held a hand up, interrupting her again. “That’s enough.”

Bruno helplessly looked on with a fiery, heavy heart. If he wasn’t such a coward, maybe right then and there he would break through the mural and tell his mother off right there. But just like when he left, he just watched in silence. He kicked himself hard in the shin and held back tears.

“Má.. leave Mira alone. She is free to help as much as she wants. She’s never in the way.” Julieta said, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulders.

“But Juli, you mustn't be distracted-” Abuela began.

“I won’t be.” Julieta said firmly.

There was a brief, tense silence before Abuela sighed and resigned to Julieta’s request. It was a while before the usual chit-chat resumed at the table.

Bruno felt absolutely horrible. He was glad at least someone stood up for his sobrina, but maybe if he had been there… maybe if he lied ten years ago and took responsibility for the vision.. He couldn’t help but think that maybe things would be different. He punched his arm in both frustration and as a punishment of sorts.

Tu idiota estupido.. You really thought you leaving would make things better for your sobrina? Now look what you’ve done, you’ve made it wor-

“What is that noise? Did you all hear that?”

Bruno froze in place and smacked a hand over his mouth. He was muttering his thoughts out loud. Again. His heart hammered in his chest; he didn’t dare take another breath.

“Oh, it was Mariano. I think he’s at the door.” Dolores said.

Bruno slowly lowered his hand from his mouth and swiftly moved to the space in the mural boards, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting in the morning light. And sure enough, Dolores was going to the front door. No.. she wouldn’t-

But she didn’t stop there. She went outside and closed the door behind her. The family looked on in silence for a long moment before slowly resuming their previous conversations.

Bruno blinked. What just.. happened? Did that really happen?

After a few moments Dolores returned, silently closing the front door behind her before she came back into view. The family turned attentively in her presence.

“Is everything okay?” Julieta asked.

Dolores squeaked and nodded. “Sí, he just wanted to know when Isa would be available later. I let him know we will all be headed out al pueblo soon.”

“Perfecta!” Isabela said, excitedly standing up from her seat to hug Dolores. “Gracías prima!”

Isa stopped for a moment and recomposed herself, smoothing out her dress.

“I’ll take care of my plate, Abuela.” She said calmly, returning to the table.

“Thank you Isabela; much appreciated.” Abuela said, finishing up herself. “We have another big day ahead of us today, I want everyone downstairs and ready within a half an hour.”

A mixed chorus of “Yes abuela”’s and “Yes mamá”’s filled the dining room before everyone slowly trickled out one by one to clean their dishes. It wasn’t long before the only one remaining on the lowest floor of Casita was Dolores. She had been sitting timidly, playing with her leftover food. Once she finished chatting with Mira and made sure the coast was clear, she wordlessly turned to the family portrait.

Bruno receded into his ruana and inched backwards, as if she could see right through the painting. He again waited in bated breath. After a few tense moments, she broke the silence.

“You have to be more careful tío. I don’t know how long I can keep covering for you. I won’t be long before they.. you know.” She said quietly.

Bruno’s eyes widened at the realization. All this time, she knew. I mean, yes there was the food she brought to him occasionally, and she always had seemed to cover for him, but she never really said anything. Not until now. He just figured she thought he was lingering around somewhere or something, not that she knew he was still there, within the walls. His heart swelled, despite it hammering anxiously in his ribcage.

“And yes, I knew. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Just be more careful? Please?” She answered quietly.

Bruno nodded before remembering she had super hearing, not x-ray vision. “Sí.”

She squeaked quietly before hurrying off to take care of her plate and catch up with the rest of the family. Bruno lingered for a moment before turning back to his cuartito. For the first time in a while, Bruno felt loved in his own four walls.

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magicalmadrigals · 1 year

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She looked at her daughters when one of them made a sound as she set about winding Bruno, praying neither of them were waking again, but her fears began to settle and her heart swelled as she watched Pepa simply cuddle closer to her hermana to share her warmth with her thumb in her mouth. Oh, both of them looked like little angels now and one would never think they had been wailing some time ago. All three of them were incredibly hard work, she could never deny that and there was no doubt in her mind that they would continue to be as they grew up, but they were her world and she cherished them. It took a little time to wind her son, but he eventually let out a little burp and she sighed with relief at seeing his eyelids were beginning to droop when she moved him back from her shoulder. Now that all of them had full bellies and were more than contenta to go back to sleep, perhaps she would have the chance to actually get up and start getting ready to face the day ahead. It was going to be a long one, she could tell, what with a number of homes still in the process of being built in town and some things she needed to oversee, but she was glad there was a lot to do. It would help to keep her from thinking.

Searching in the Shadows - Ch. 2

I adore Alma as an abuela, but I have to admit that I have such a soft spot for her as a mama to her babies. You just know, thanks to how the three of them turned out, that she was the best and she really rubbed off on them.

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Another idea for a little one-shot?

Yes. Another one,

This is part of a three part fathers day series for Agustín and his girls💙

Happy birthday Agustín!

They find out that Mirabel needs glasses when she's about 2 or 3 years old. Mirabel is in the town square playing with Camilo when suddenly, a donkey cart comes flying at them. Agustín and Félix are at a juice stall right in view of them.

It seems that a wheel has come off the cart. The driver no longer has control of the cart, causing the donkeys to speed up. Camilo quickly runs out of the way, but Mirabel doesn't. He yells at her to get out of the way, but she doesn't understand why, because she can't see the cart. She can't see him either; he's too far away. The cart is careening closer and closer to Mirabel and it looks like it's going to hit her, when Agustín comes flying in out of nowhere and tackles her out of the way. They tumble to a stop. Mirabel has some nasty scratches and some road burn and Agustín's collarbone is broken, but it's nothing an arepa can't fix.💙

Mirabel is more upset that she "hurt papi🥺" than the fact that she almost got killed by a donkey cart and nearly gave her father a heart attack. She's also upset when Agustín tells her she needs glasses, but immediately perks up when Agustín tells her that she'll look just like Papá and no one else will, not even Isa or Lu.

💙I'll elaborate further soon💙

#encanto #agustín madrigal #encanto fandom #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #mirabel madrigal #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback #baby mirabel is so cute i can't 😍#mirabel and agustín relationship #father daughter relationship #fluff #traumatic situations #camilo madrigal #encanto fanfiction writers #encanto fanfic #pre movie #baby mirabel #cute kids

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wikluk · 2 years

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to hold each other | fanfic

Summary: Two arms pulled Mirabel closer and with the last kiss to her temple, they both cuddled on the bed. She looked up. “You can sleep now.”

When Mirabel is a little girl, she finds a perfect way to deal with her mamá’s tiredness, and she makes it her mission to always make sure Julieta gets her rest.

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It’s... fluff. The fluffies fluff I’ve written in a while. I hope you enjoy!

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto fanfic #my writing #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta and mirabel #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #mother-daughter relationship #tooth rotting fluff #fluff #family dynamics #little mirabel #pre-movie #a bit of humour #baby mirabel is precious

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kirric-the-fan · 2 years

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The Empty Part of Me

Pirate AU Drabble: After her ceremony, Mirabel was left behind. But she always knew in her heart where she wanted to be. (Angst, backstory, pre-Antonio's gift ceremony)

Warning: child endangerment (happy ending)

She hated watching them leave.

For as many years as Mirabel could remember, her dreams had been of open seas, filled sails and new horizons, standing proud aboard the deck of The Casita with the wind in her hair.

For the last ten, the ship plagued her nightmares too.

It was always the same: Her standing onshore, held, unable to follow as she watched The Casita, her family, leaving without her. The stern of the ship, tall, unyielding, and wrong as it carried her home away.

She'd cried out that day, long after the last ship's sails disappeared over the horizon, disappearing just as the magic had: fading from her hands, the glow of the flag, faltering far above her. She'd never wept so much. She hadn't got a gift, but she had lost so much more.

Her abuela had been kind, gathering her in her arms. "It's okay," she'd said. "You can stay here with me. And they'll still come visit. You know they need to return to dock every once in a while."

In time, she'd come to look forward to those visits, delighting in seeing her parents and sisters again, pressing them for tales of their exploits out on the ocean. But they were brief, and all too soon they would head back out to sea, leaving her behind.

She tried to learn what she could, stuck ashore. When they next returned, she puffed out her chest and showed them her ropework: showed them how she could navigate by the stars and the sun; know how to raise a sail, and tack against the wind. She even showed them how to fish a line, long set, over the best side of the ship.

She wept again when they still left without her.

"You don't have a gift Mirabel, it's not safe."

She worked harder. She learned to use a sword, and help with the cannons. And it still wasn't enough.

She didn't visit the next time they were in, instead hiding in the thick jungled slopes that surrounded their home, letting their calls of her name bounce into nothing. She only emerged, tired and cold, when she was sure they were long gone.

It still hurt.

"…the Dorminique clan have restarted their feud with the north collective, threatening to cut off the traditional overland routes from the west and pushing them south. More ships are trying to come through to take advantage of the chaos, and neither Zaos or Marshall are willing to talk to try to resolve it. We're busier than ever, running around trying to keep things in order, but it couldn't have happened at a worse time, what with the baby coming."

"Baby?" Mirabel looked up at her Pa, confused. "What baby?"

There was a brief pause. "Oh, don't you remember?" Agustín said. "Your tía's pregnant." Mirabel's confusion was clearly visible. "She announced it at the party several months ago."

Mirabel didn't need to ask what party. She knew such impromptu gatherings were common onboard the ship. "I- I didn't know."

Silence fell, awkward around her as they realised their slip-up, no-one quite sure what to say. It became stifling, and she stood, excusing herself away.

"Mirabel, wait!"

Her ma caught up with her on the docks. "Mirabel, I'm sorry. I thought you had got a message, that someone had told you. I-"

"I'm going to be an older cousin." Mirabel swallowed, and just about managed a weak smile. "Isn't that great?" Another Madrigal.

"Mirabel,"

So much had changed in the past few years. Her sisters were becoming women- Luisa had become so much taller and stronger, stretching up beyond even their pa and becoming bound with muscle. Her sister had grown too; taller and much more self-sure. She barely stopped by to see her anymore, always tagging along in the shadow of her aunt. It was like she was a completely different person. Everyone was changing without her; Dolores merely sending her a smile across the way. The flicker of confusion on Camilo's face when she brought up a joke from when they were once inseparable. An old joke, beyond its time. But it was all she had to anchor herself to them, and she felt like she was drifting away.

She thought of her cousin, the new bundle of life due to come into the world without her.

"Is he even going to know who I am?"

They had, as promised, returned to shore soon after the birth, telling tales of the storm that had accompanied it with good charm. Mirabel got to see her cousin, a little boy, Antonio, even being allowed to hold him for a little while, under abuela's gaze. For a moment she thought he might stay with them too- he didn't have a gift after all.

Yet the little bundle returned to his mother's ship, and the next day, The Casita left port once again.

They found Mirabel when she emerged from the hold two days later, striding up on deck, determined to get her chance to say her piece and stay aboard. Pepa was furious, her anger terrifying to behold as she ordered her confined to quarters, trapped away until they could send her back home.

The ship came under attack soon after. New smugglers, determined to clear for themselves the lucrative new routes to the south. No quarter. Cannon and thunder rolled into one as they fought, The Casita taking heavy fire until the shots tore through the cabins where she had laid her child.

"ANTONIO!"

Not many would dare to speak of the storm after, only to say that it had torn the ship to shreds in a matter of minutes. Some said there had been a whirlpool, others, a waterspout, but all agreed that there had been no survivors.

Pepa barely noticed as she raced to the remains of her cabin, breaking through the door to the wreckage inside. No less than four holes now adorned the back wall, the floor covered in torn planks and loose paper that swirled at her presence.

She didn't care for that, swinging round and letting out a keening cry as she saw the crate that had been his crib- shattered; blankets strewn in parts across the floor.

...and empty.

She scrabbled around the wreckage. "Toñito, Toñito!"

"Here."

The voice came quiet, from behind her, accompanied by the sound of falling wood. She quickly pulled the rest aside, revealing the dark curly hair of her youngest sobrina, tucked into a tiny gap behind a pile of furniture. Mirabel looked up, blinking owlishly behind her glasses, absolutely covered in cuts and splinters. She wriggled a bit to give herself more space, then uncurled some more, revealing Antonio nestled, unharmed, in her arms. There wasn't a scratch on him. He squirmed, letting out a little coo, his hand reaching out as the cool air snuck in.

Officially, she was just a glorified babysitter, but Mirabel didn't care, so long as it meant she could stay on The Casita. And it was nice, looking after her little primo, the baby turning into a bright young child, full of delight and awe of the world around him. The two had grown close, Antonio absolutely adoring his cousin who would go out of her way to find him pictures of the strange animals and sea-life he was fascinated by. They became inseparable.

Mirabel dozed in her hammock, his warm weight draped across her chest as he still slept. He was nearly five now, and had his own berth- a space in his parent's cabin, but he still liked to slip down to the crew quarters, sleeping in the warmth of her company instead.

Footsteps came down the deck, pausing before the swinging lights, right beside them.

"Toñito," Pepa breathed, soft love and adoration pouring behind the name. As captain, Pepa had many responsibilities to take care of, and they didn't always let her take time to see her child. She would often stop by to whisper good night to her son.

"Mama!" Antonio murmured softly. Mirabel kept her eyes closed, pretending to still sleep as Pepa reached in, quietly chatting away to her son and pulling him into her arms.

Mirabel wanted to protest as the weight lifted, but kept quiet, listening to the precious adorations of his mother as her footsteps faded. It fell quiet again, and Mirabel let out a breath, arms folding over the space where her cousin had been.

Antonio was nearly five now, and growing quickly. Soon he would get a gift, joining the other Madrigals as part of the ship and crew, starting his training proper. She knew it was coming, as sure as time itself: There would be a day when he became too big to join her in her hammock, too old to run to her when the thunder rolled too loud. There would be a day when he decided with all his knowledge that he was finally able to look after himself.

And he wouldn't need her anymore.

#Mirabel Madrigal #My writing #Encanto #kirric's encanto pirate au #fanfic #pre movie

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impossiblefangirl0632 · 1 year

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I posted 2,333 times in 2022

That's 2,156 more posts than 2021!

183 posts created (8%)

2,150 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@madrigaljail

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I tagged 2,242 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#encanto - 628 posts

#bruno madrigal - 364 posts

#encanto fanart - 285 posts

#encanto fanfic - 271 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i considered adding my rant about how a lot of the fandom seems to be forgetting that this movie takes place in a majority catholic country

My Top Posts in 2022:

I realized I never actually posted my Bruno drawing here.

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Religious Symbolism in Encanto

Most of these thoughts spawned from reading, a hair on the head of john the baptist by @icarusinthesand which I highly, highly, recommend you go read if you are at all interested in the more religious aspects of Encanto.

We ended up talking about the religious symbolism in the comments and with their permission I’ve compiled the main points we talked about here.

Tl;dr Encanto is chuck full of religious symbolism whether it was intentional or not.

Bruno’s Room

Religious parallels:

John the Baptist (And other prophets, thinking namely of Elijah) spent a significant amount of time living and preaching in the desert

The Temptation of Christ is when Satan tried to tempt Jesus to turn against God for 40 days in the desert

Moses and the Children of Israel in the desert for 40 years

A note about the number 40: In the Bible, numbers are rarely literal and have underlying significance. Forty shows up a lot because it is often used for time periods (40 days/years) that separate two distinct epochs. Bruno’s life can clearly be divided by the point he went into the walls, when he was 40. Plus, like I said the Hebrews were wandering in the desert for 40 years (To me this part of Bruno’s life can easily be described as ‘lost in the desert’) which represents the time it takes for a new generation to arise.

Staying on Moses for a second, this wasn’t in the movie but a lot of us seem to share the same headcanon that Bruno’s sand waterfall parts for him, kind of like the Red Sea for Moses.

The concept art for Bruno’s room shows a lot of different options they considered but I would like to bring these two to your attention.

The first is a concept that I cannot for the life of my find again but I vaguely remember it being in a youtube video. Imagine a dimly lit, slightly crumbling, cathedral interior with sand dunes instead of a floor and that should give you a pretty good mental picture.

The second concept (above) instantly reminded me of Petra (below) (World Heritage Site, very cool, has ties to a bunch of different cultures and religions including Christianity and Islam)

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100 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

A little bit silly but for today's prompt of healing (and because I was hungry and talking about them anyway) I made arepas con queso.

This is what I did adapted from the one found here

For the dough:

2.5 cups pre-cooked white corn flour (torti masa or masarepa for example)

2 cups warm water

4 Tablespoons softened butter

1 teaspoon salt (if you like your food salty put in an extra pinch or two)

2/3 cup shredded mozzarella

Optional filling: another cup (ish) of mozzarella

Thoroughly combine all the ingredients for the dough. Corn flour doesn't have any gluten so you don't need to kneed (ha!) But you do need the butter especially to be evenly distributed.

You should end up with a slightly sticky but sort of stiff dough (think play dough consistency) if it's too sticky add more flour, too dry add more water.

Let the dough rest for 5 minutes. This lets the corn flour hydrate.

Preheat a griddle or a skillet

Divide the dough into 8 equal balls.

Smush the balls flat, I just used my hands.

Optionally make a little cup with the flattened dough and put more cheese in, folding the cups edges over so you have an interior pocket of cheese.

Grease your cooking surface with butter and cook on each side for about 7 minutes.

(I am not Colombian and I don't claim to know what I'm doing. Everything I did was from Google and winging it)

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People who leave book reports in fic comments are top tier humans

439 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@madrigaljail I took some creative liberties but I thought you might like to see the hot topic ruana you described for your version of teenage disaster Bruno.

I did not bother to look at a reference picture so I'm sure this is not actually what a ruana looks like when not on a person but meh.

650 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #my guess for top reblogged was either sokka or ace and I was right #ah yes the many many bots that liked the hot topic ruana

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ideaforfanficsorsomethingidgaf · 2 years

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Idea for a fanfic or AU, either one.

TommyInnit in Encanto. (Post Movie and Pre Prison Breakout)

He ran away to get himself healed and he met the Madrigals.

He became friends with all of them and was basically, unofficially, adopted into the family.

Dream got out of prison and sent a message that if he doesn't come back to fight him again, Tubbo and the others will get it. He also threatened to destroy all he's attached to. So Tommy starts to drift away from the Madrigals. He became snappy and hateful towards them soon they all started to not like him so he left them. He became the talk of the town as We Don't Talk About Tommy. It's been 4 months and Camillo and Dolores went to his room to finally clear his stuff out from the Casa Madrigal, they never entered his room before because he doesn't allow it, and they found the series of letters, pictures, notes, and many others. They pieced everything together to find out that the reason he started to drift away to protect them. Just like Bruno did before. So they went to Abuela and the others to tell them about it. They showed the evidence and others before they agreed to help him. The Town soon found out as well and everyone felt so guilty on what the boy had gone through. So they decided to track him down and find him.

Bruno lead them with the map and after almost a month of travelling for the first time out of the Encanto, they found the Esempii. It was a wasteland. They were about to get hit but Tommy immediately protected them with the shield.

I'll add the rest in the future but for now this is all I could think off

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nullanythorm-ao3 · 2 years

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More Fae/Changeling Camilo - BUT CANON NOW

Hi so a while back I did some crossover shenanigans with the concept of Camilo being Fae/a changeling. I thought I'd add some more, except this time it's within the bounds of canon!

This is a little less fantasy than the crossover with Trollhunters I helmed earlier. I'm keeping it a little closer to canon. The world is mostly non-magical with little magical things like the miracle and Madrigal magic, and things like the Fae that exist kind of beyond humanity, but most humans see them as just stories. The folks in the Encanto believe, even if they've never seen magical creatures like Fae, because well -- the Madrigals.

I want to work on a fanfic centering around this idea so I don't want to spoil too much. This is mostly going to be background for the AU, so pre-movie details for fae Camilo's place in the family.

○ Before getting into proper au stuff - let me say something I like about this! Each side of the family is kind of split into three, and the fun of this AU is that each trio has: the oldest/golden child (Julieta, Isabela, Dolores), the "magic powerhouse" (Pepa, Luisa, Antonio - let's be honest, tiny Antonio can use his Gift for all sorts of things the Madrigal's haven't realized yet), and the outsider/oddball (Bruno, Mirabel, and Camilo).

○ Okay so I feel like they discovered Camilo was swapped through one of Bruno's visions. My feeling is that one day baby Camilo just suddenly started acting up and they asked Bruno to see if he could find the reason for it -- they didn't like the answer.

○ There was a storm that lasted for days after the news was broken to Pepa and Felix. However, with no clue how to get the real Camilo back, they decided to raise the baby. Abuela pressured them not to let on about the family's sudden change in mood -- and insisted the storms were only because Pepa wasn't used to such a mischievous baby, as Dolores had been so well-behaved.

○ That first point taken into consideration, Camilo and Mirabel are super close in this AU. Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio are sort of a trio here. Mirabel and Camilo grew up together, and while Camilo had no idea why people were keeping so much distance from him, he knew he could always rely on Mira to be there for him when he needed it.

○ The family was very guarded and distanced themselves from little Camilo at first - though Pepa did eventually get attached. At first, they were worried about whether or not he'd even get a Gift - but he did, and it was one of the most ironic gifts he could have gotten. While it was a slap in the face at first, they considered themselves lucky he even got one.

○ When Mirabel failed to get a Gift, Abuela assumed the reason was because the miracle had somehow realized Camilo had "tricked it". She was hard on him for some time after that. Eventually it subsided, but he still struggled to get recognition, and his mischievous streak was absolutely frowned upon.

○ While Pepa and Felix did still think about the baby that got swapped on occasion, they eventually fell in love with little Camilo. He enjoyed being doted on, and it seemed had no clue of the truth to his origin (rather, like many fae, he simply forgot at some point). Pepa called him all sorts of little fae-themed nicknames and he never seemed any wiser to the truth.

○ The nicknames include - her mischievous little changeling (he always thought that one was because of his Gift), little wildflower, little fae troublemaker, flighty faerie, things like that.

○ Dolores figured out the truth quickly due to hearing the adults talk with her Gift. Like Pepa and Felix, she does her best to make sure Camilo is comfortable. Whether he was the baby her mother gave birth to, or a faerie that was traded for him, she still loves him.

○ Mirabel's side of the family, particularly is a bit cagey with him (other than the cousin in question). Augustin (being "un-ceptional") is unsure how to handle dealing with a fae child (especially compared to Pepa and Felix, who take his mischief head on and deal with it). Julieta is often a bit exasperated with him, but still one of the most gentle with him. Isabela has honestly had it with him, his troublemaking, and feels he's a bad influence on Mirabel. Luisa mostly doesn't worry about it, but is still unsure how to handle the truth when she's told.

○ Camilo shows no signs of his fae heritage other than his voracious appetite and mischievous nature. The Madrigal Magic has sufficed perfectly fine, so he never really had a reason to tap into fae magic (hint hint - wink wink).

That's about all I have for now. Happy to answer questions/elaborate if anyone wants. I'm absolutely in love with this AU already and I expect to create some amount of content for it (I already have at least one one-shot and TWO multi-chapter fics [one for the Jim/Camilo trollhunters AU and one in cannon centered around the movie] planned). Thanks for reading!

#encanto #camilo madrigal #madrigal family #fae camilo au #fae camilo saga

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 1 year

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Sneak peek, out of context👀

"You can't do that! She's my bebé!"

"She woke up for me!"

"Yeah, because you disturbed her! She was sleeping!"

"You-you take that back!"

"She heard your shrill voice and wanted you to stop talking!"

"Well, maybe she finally had enough of your moaning!"

"Why, you-"

"Ay, papí! You make me feel so good! Oh sí, oh sí, oh sí! Right there, right there, right fucking there! Por favor, más dur-"

Pepa froze mid sentence. There stood her mama, holding a tiny sleeping Mirabel, Dolores peeking around her skirt with wide eyes. Alma fixed them both with a stern look.

"Pepa, do we really need a reenactment of last night? I think we've all heard enough at this point. I for one would not like to relive that."

Julieta blushed scarlet and buried her hands in her face.

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conversationalist—Mira, pre/during-movie ranting about not having a Gift, feeling useless, and genuinely being alright with that :)

Have Isa be the one to take care of her, and her for once being thrown off-guard at her sister's blatant thoughts of herself :D (no villainising, I swear, just caught off guard angst/(twisted??)humour)

(sorry... it spiralled out of control a little. I hope you enjoy it anyway :P)

conversationalist: [character] rambles in their sick state.

it's hard to stay true

Mirabel woke up to the feeling of someone shaking her shoulder. "Stop," she mumbled. "I wanna sleep."

"No sleeping," replied a flat voice. "I have your medicine from mamá. Get up."

Mirabel opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. "Isa?"

"Of course it's me," Isabela huffed, brushing her hair away from her face and reaching with her hand towards a bedtable. "Who were you expecting, el Mohán?"

"What are you doing here? Where's mamá?"

"Mamá's busy."

"Papá?"

"He's helping tío Félix."

"Luisa–"

Isabela shot her a sharp look, a mug with something steaming held between her hands. "Nobody's here but me. Is there something wrong with it?"

Mirabel didn't answer. Having Isabela near, when Mirabel felt so weak and vulnerable, wasn't the best thing ever but she suspected it was better than having Abuela hover over her. At least Mirabel and Isabela talked sometimes, and as Antonio's gift ceremony was getting closer, Abuela seemed even more distant than ever, barely acknowledging Mirabel's presence most often.

So Mirabel really wasn't going to complain. It was fine. Isabela was her older sister, after all.

"Like the old times, hmm?" she mumbled while sitting up.

Isabela gave her a look as she handed her a mug. "What exactly?"

"You here, taking care of me," Mirabel shrugged, taking a sip. She couldn't recognise the taste or the smell, her nose was stuffy and her taste buds were probably not functioning as well at the moment, so she could only rely on her eyes, which wasn't possible now as well, since her glasses remained on the bed table and without them... She was quite helpless. "Like the old times," she repeated, inhaling the steamy mixture in hopes to unlock her nose a little. "When we were still kids and sisters, you know."

Isabela was silent.

Mirabel continued. "Isn't it weird?"

Once again, Isabela didn't say a word.

"We were once so close," Mirabel mumbled, taking another sip. "Hermanas, best amigas, I loved your flower crowns and our sleepovers with Lu were my favourite time. Don't tell Milo that," she added quickly, shooting Isabela, what she thought, was a stern look. "He'd never let it go."

"Sure."

Mirabel sipped on her tea (because she thought it might have been tea, though with her mamá... nothing was sure) and as the warmth spread all over her body, filling her every fibre, a pleasant feeling turned into an uncomfortable overbearing heat. She put the cup down on the bed table and laid back down, wincing.

There was a rustle of material. "Okay, so–"

"You know, I didn't mean to not get a gift."

"What?" Isabela sounded... weird.

Mirabel furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the ceiling. "I never meant to not get a gift. I wanted to be blessed as you all were. Sometimes, I still want a gift but aside from that, I'm okay. I accepted that I'm giftless and I'm fine with that, I really am," she coughed, massaging her chest with her hand. "But sometimes I wonder if things would be different if my door stayed where it was."

"Come on," Isabela replied sharply. "There's no point in thinking about it ten years later. Don't you have better things to worry about?"

"I'm not worried about it," Mirabel looked at her, confused. "Why would I be?"

There was a tilt of the head and Isabela crossed her arms over her chest. "You sound worried to me."

"I'm not."

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to," Mirabel chuckled bitterly. "I'm telling the truth."

A scoff. "Of course."

Another short pause.

"Don't you have to be somewhere else?" Mirabel's voice cracked a little and she cleared her throat. "In town... Making flowers... Being useful in Abuela's eyes?"

"I was tasked with bringing you that tea," she replied simply.

"Yeah, and you did it."

"Yeah."

Another silence.

A deep breath. "I need to go," Isabela announced, her dress rustling with her movements. "Flower business."

"Gift business. Nothing I'm knowledgeable about."

"Mirabel..."

"Yeah?"

"Go to sleep, mamá will check on you before dinner."

Mirabel hummed, closing her eyes. "Gracias Isa," she whispered and Isabela stopped at the door. "For tea."

Isabela glanced over her shoulder. "De nada... Mira."

And with that, the oldest Madrigal grandchild left the room. And Mirabel stayed in her bed, still sick, her eyes slowly closing, her eyelids getting heavier.

She suspected the next time she woke up, it would be Luisa or her mamá next to her bed instead. And it was fine. It really was.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #my sickfics #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #isabela and mirabel #family dynamics #sisters dynamics #comfort #kinda fluff #bickering #pre movie

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wikluk · 2 years

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right as rain: Julieta says they’re fine right before collapsing.

right as rain: [character] says they’re fine right before collapsing

please, believe me

Agustín observed his wife with a mild concern from his place on a stool in the kitchen as she was bustling around the kitchen, plates with food scattered on almost every surface.

It was a day before the triplets' thirty-fifth birthday and there was a lot of work to do.

Julieta, of course, decided she would cook food for the party, and as the years passed, Agustín thought that the older they got, the more food Julieta was preparing. Sometimes it felt like something unlocked in her and she knew no limits and had no logical insight.

Because as long as Agustín remembered, Julieta had a tendency to make so much food that their village was eating the leftovers from every party the whole next day.

This year, though, he knew that there was also a second reason for her stubbornness and the hours spent on cooking.

Julieta was pregnant.

It was something they had known for more than a month now, but ever since his wife broke the news to him, they didn't tell anyone else. Well, anyone but Dolores who, thanks to her super-hearing, approached them one day to inform them about the heartbeat she was hearing.

Julieta had to bribe her with her favourite dessert and Agustín had to promise to teach her a new song on the piano for the girl to drop the subject and swear to them she was going to keep a secret.

They waited for a long time to tell the news to their family but the fear was too real and too strong to do it earlier. After they experienced their loss two years ago, they decided that if they were blessed with another baby, they would wait longer before announcing it. Just in case.

It turned out Julieta was about three months along now and she wanted to tell their family at dinner the next day.

But the fact that the last time they lost their baby made them nervous this time around. It was especially clear with Julieta as Agustín often found her just staring in the distance with a frown on her face, her hand placed on her flat stomach as if she tried to keep the baby in place.

But another thing about Julieta was that when she was nervous, she had a habit of stress cooking (or stress-eating), and so, it was the second day in a row with her occupying the kitchen from morning to late evening.

"Mi corazón," he started gently after checking the time. "It's late. You've been cooking since morning. I think it's time for rest."

"Not now, Tino," came her answer. Her voice was soft and so very quiet that it was clear she was dead tired. "I need to finish baking this cake and then I need to clean–"

"No, not cleaning for you," he said sternly. "I can do it, and you should go to sleep."

"Agustín..."

"No, amor, you're exhausted and you need your rest. You know it's not healthy for you nor the baby."

Julieta turned to him with a grimace on her lips. He knew he touched a nerve. With this pregnancy, his wife seemed to be feeling worse and even more tired than ever before. And her fear of losing them...

"I'll finish and–" she stopped, swaying on her feet.

"Amor?!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

"I'm fine," she slurred, leaning heavily onto the nearest countertop. "I'm fine–"

Clearly, she lied.

Her legs gave up under her and Agustín caught her at the last moment before she could hit the floor. He sat there, holding Julieta close to his chest, his heart racing.

"Juli?" She went limp in his arms but cracked her eyes open, staring at him from under heavy eyelids. He stroked her cheek, looking her over. "Are you okay? Are you dizzy? Anything hurts?"

"'m fine," she mumbled, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Just dizzy."

Agustín kissed her head, relief flowing through his whole body. "Ay corazón, you must rest. Your body's telling you it needs some sleep."

"No, I need to..." she forced her eyes open, trying to sit up straight but she winced and her head fell back against his shoulder. "The cake..."

"I'll stay here and take it out of the oven when it's ready and I'll clean up the mess, and I will sort all that food. Don't worry."

Julieta exhaled loudly, tilting her head to the side. "You'll burn it."

He smirked despite the situation. "Do you really have so little faith in me?"

"It's not about faith," she hummed when his hand moved to rest on her abdomen. Her hand followed his. "I just know mi esposo."

"So you also know that I can be very stubborn, especially when it comes to you and our hijas' well-being, and you know, as well, that I'll do anything so that you can rest and sleep peacefully in our room, in our bed, in a matter of fewer than five minutes."

The faintest of smiles appeared on her lips. "Lo sé."

"Bueno," he said, then slowly untangled their limbs and they both stood from the floor.

Julieta swayed immediately and Agustín made his decision, grabbing her under her knees and back and lifting her into his arms.

"Tino–" she tried to oppose but she shushed her.

"Not a word, Julieta," he said with all seriousness. "You're exhausted and I won't let you overwork yourself anymore."

She stared at him for a while and, surprisingly without protest, rested her head on his shoulders, draping her arms around his neck loosely. She must have been really bone tired.

Agustín kissed her head and they left the kitchen, slowly making their way to their room.

How would make sure she rest and if he had his way, he would also make sure she sleeps some more in the morning. After all, Félix and Alma could cook just fine as well and Julieta deserved her break.

Especially now.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto fanfic #my writing #my sickfics #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustín #hurt/comfort #fluff #pre movie #pregnancy #family secrets #exhaustion

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