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neonpinkfeels · 9 months
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The triplets doing something at the same time in true creepy triplet fashion
Always open to prompts! The only time I'm not is if the ask box is closed 😁 (And I promise to announce if that's ever the case)
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The triplets didn't often do things at the same time, but when they did it was noticeable. It could be downright eerie.
The first instance Mirabel noticed was when Antonio dropped a plate. Thankfully, the plate didn't break, but all three triplets looked up at the exact same time, standing up in tandem and even had the same concerned looks on their faces. For the first time, Mirabel noticed a true resemblance between her mother, aunt and uncle.
But it was only a small thing. Easy to brush off.
However, those little moments kept piling up and up. Only Abuela, Félix and Agustín didn't seem to notice. Meanwhile, the Madrigal kids were all increasingly aware of the "weird triplet thing" and unnerved whenever it happened.
It was weird. How could three separate people, who were all so different, be so in sync?
Another time was when Camilo was starting a water balloon fight. He and Mirabel tip-toed into the garden. The triplets were sitting on the back steps.
Without even turning around, the three of them said, "Don't even think about it."
"How did you know!?" Camilo demanded. He looked as freaked out as Mirabel felt.
It was even weirder when Julieta, Bruno and Pepa turned to face them at the exact same time.
"We know," they said flatly. It was getting ridiculous.
"Knock it off," Mirabel said, tense as a spring.
Julieta's smile was so sweet it verged on openly mocking. "Knock what off, mija?" she asked. She was clearly biting back laughter.
"That!" Mirabel pointed between them. "The weird triplet thing!"
"You're gonna have to clarify," Bruno said, hands clasped and shoulders back in an impression of Abuela. "We do a lot of weird triplet things."
"You keep doing things at the same time," Camilo said, gripping one of the water balloons so tightly that Mirabel was surprised it didn't pop. "And saying things at the same time!"
The triplets looked at each other, eyebrows raised. They shrugged, only further proving the point.
"Eh," Pepa said. "We don't even notice anymore."
"It's weird," Camilo said.
"I think it's sweet," Julieta said, nose in the air.
With an outright mischievous grin, Bruno added; "It's a triplet thing. You wouldn't get it."
Mirabel threw her water balloon, but Bruno ducked, laughing at her. It sailed harmlessly overhead, bursting on the grass. Casita rattled and Mirabel knew the house was laughing at her and Camilo too.
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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year
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I’d love to see your take on Bruno explaining to the kids that he’s perfectly content without a partner and kids of his own, maybe because they’re (lovingly) pestering him about it or trying to set him up.
(I sent this prompt to sokkas recently as well, but what can I say I’m greedy and curious to see two of my fave writers’ takes on the same prompt. As a treat.)
-gvr :D
Well @sokkas-first-fangirl already did an amazing job, I hope mine will keep up
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"Tonito. We need to talk." 
Antonio ducks his head. He knows that tone of voice from his Mama. She uses that one when he's done something he shouldn't have done. The 'you are not in trouble but you kinda are' tone. Cami taught him how to recognize it and what to do to get back out of trouble. 
He immediately presses his hands together, makes his eyes go big and round and purses his lips. Exactly like Camilo has taught him. 
"I love you, I'm sorry and I will never do it again." 
Tio Bruno stares down at him with a puzzled look on his face. For a second Antonio is scared that Cami's trick isn't working, but then Bruno's shoulders, which had been up to his ears with tension, loosen up and his lips pull into a reluctant smile. 
"Do you even know what it is you will never do again?" 
Antonio opens his mouth and pauses. "No." 
Tio Bruno finally laughs and Antonio's heart feels a little lighter. Something about his uncle being cross with him is even worse than when it is his Mama. Maybe because it's so difficult to make Bruno angry in the first place. He must have done something truly bad. 
Antonio fidgets with the edges of his vest and only stops when he feels a large, calloused hand gently card through his hair. 
"I'm not angry, Tonito." His uncle instinctively knows exactly what to say to make him feel better. Bruno always claims that he is not good with other people, but Antonio secretly thinks that other people are just not good with Tio Bruno. "I really just want to talk."
"Okay?"
Bruno sits down on the ground and gestures to Antonio to join him. He probably didn't expect the little boy to plop down on his lap, but doesn't push him off either. "You told me Senora Lorna wanted to speak to me. That she needed help with something." 
"Yes."
"But apparently, Senora Lorna didn't need help. She thought it was a…" He clears his throat. "She thought we would be going on a date."
"Did it work?" Antonio asks excitedly. "I read about it in a book. I sent you two on a cute visit." 
"Meet cute." Bruno corrects absent-mindedly. "And no, Tonito. We didn't go on a date." 
"But I thought you like her." 
"I do. As a friend." Bruno sighs and he is really serious all of a sudden. "Tonito, Senora Lorna was really embarrassed. And also a bit sad. It was not nice to lie to her like that." 
Antonio can feel himself tearing up. "I didn't mean to make her sad! I just wanted to help." 
Bruno pulls him closer. "I know. And she knows that too, don't worry. Just please don't do something like this again, okay?" 
"Okay." Antonio sniffles some more. He feels really bad, but he just wanted to make his uncle happy. "I just wanted to help you", he repeats. 
Bruno sighs again. Antonio can't see his face because he is still pressed against his chest, but it sounds kinda sad. "I know, amigo." 
The little boy pushes away so he can look up at his uncle. "Who do you like?" 
Bruno smirks and bops his nose. "I like you, you little troublemaker." 
Antonio giggles and squirms away. "No! Not like that. Who do you like like. Like Mama likes Papa."
"No one." 
"No one?" Antonio shouts. He thought everyone like liked someone. Even Isabela like likes that girl from the village even though she is always denying it and throwing cacti at Mirabel when her sister teases her about it. Mama told him he doesn't like like anyone yet cause he's still too young. "Are you still too young for that?" 
Bruno blinks a few times. He looks like he really needs to think about it. "That's a new one." he mutters under his breath. "I have never liked someone like your parents like each other. Pretty sure I never will." 
"But why?" 
Bruno shrugs. "There are many different kinds of people on this earth, buddy. Some want something like what your parents have, or something like Isa and her mystery girl. They want to get married and have a lot of children. And some don't want any of that at all. Like me."
"But aren't you lonely?" 
Bruno smiles softly and rests his head atop Antonio's. "Oh no. How could I ever be lonely with all of you around? I have everything I will ever need, Tonito. Don't worry about your old tio." 
Antonio kind of gets it. And if Tio Bruno says he's okay and happy, then Antonio will believe him. 
And anyway, this way he can have his Tio all to himself. That's so much better than a new Tia. 
"I'll draw a picture for Senora Lorna. As an apology."
"That's a great idea!" 
"Will you help me?" 
Cami has said that you can also use the big eyes and pouty lips for situations like this. It seems to be working, because Bruno laughs and ruffles his hair. 
"Of course!" 
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reversia · 2 years
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Have you ever noticed
that in "The Family Madrigal" drawings on the wall get brighter depending on who Mirabel is singing about?
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female-hercules · 1 year
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Currently accepting requests for Encanto fanfics!
Will write:
Fluff (both family and romantic)
Comedy/humor
Next Generation fanfics
Won’t write:
Incest/underage pairings
Reader inserts
Feel free to reply to this post and/or send asks with prompts!
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viridianvisions · 2 years
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Prompted by @neon-green-eyes ' First Kiss post, have an entirely indulgent description of how I'm convinced Bruno would be.
My headcannon is that he can be surprisingly romantic and bold when acting as some other character or form of himself - but the moment his true self is exposed, he can't seem to fathom the idea of being liked for who he really is. Reader is determined to convince him otherwise. 😳
(For context, the characters Bruno and reader play as are inspired by the Spanish version of "The Little Prince", an originally French novel that I have never read but probably should.)
Enjoy! 😉
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I am stirred awake by the sound of a textured and familiar voice caressing my earlobe, a soft and peremptory pressure against my cheek interrupting what wayward worries were crowding my mind but a moment ago.
"Dèjame besarte, amorcito," he whispers in fruity tones against my ear, and a cascade of tremulous impulses dances along my spine from where his lips hover tentatively over my skin.
Let me kiss you.
"Príncipe..." I breathe, falling into his embrace as he pulls me against his quietly heaving chest. We stay here for a long while, the ebb and flow of our lungs expanding in sync, warm puffs of his sweet breath fanning across my nape as his arms gently tighten around my waist, securing me closer than I dare thought possible. If only I could bottle this feeling and sip on it forever, drinking in his still warmth and earthy scent that engulfs my senses in naive and heady bliss... Like petrichor after a storm, though the tumultuous thundering of my heart has yet to cease. And at this rate, as Bruno sways us gently to and fro, his chin resting in the curve of my neck, I suspect it never will.
After an interminable moment he tossles the still night air with a sigh and pulls back, his long fingers curling against the side of my face and tracing the underside of my jaw.
"Mi perfecto rosa," he croons, his languid gaze boring into me as endlessly deep pools of midnight green. "The stars are in your eyes, cariño."
My heartbeat hiccups, stumbling in blind euphoria as it trips over itself. I know that he doesn't realise just how little acting is required on my part to appear enamoured (the only real effort being that of trying not to collapse from the impossibility of it all), but he is steadily tearing away the tissue-thin layers of defensive distance I had put between myself and the mere idea of him in this way. His own performance has been beyond unexpected, bold, even daring to venture into sultriness - and, for but a measure in time, painfully convincing.
The scene is not yet over, and I resolve to play into my role with what little resourcefulness I have left. If I have but this single, fleeting chance to reveal my true feelings to the fictitious Madrigal Prince before me, never to be spoken of again, then I have already committed to plunging headfirst with baited breath.
"I'm beginning to think you've done this before," I tease, prodding the prolonged silence, and he chuckles. "I might start calling you Romeo instead."
"Maybe I have, Señorita Rosa," He says with a viscous wink that sends my pulse fluttering like a dandelion on the breeze. "Once, in my dreams."
An almost wistful smile darts across his lips, his gaze drifting into the distance behind me as if in recollection of something special. Then it is gone and the theatrical Prince has returned again.
"But Romeo just won't do, mi flor. I'm afraid it's been taken already, by someone a lot more effective with his words."
I feign distress and throw my head back, one hand draped over my forehead.
"Oh, how ever am I to choose a suitable name for mi Principito?" It is all I can do to suppress a giggle. "Let me see... Crespo?"
His playful disapproval is just as dramatic. "Do you see me only for my luscious locks, oh Señorita Rosa?"
"Hmm you're right, Senor Guapo."
"Guapo, ey? Am I not more than just my dashing good looks?"
I am drifting closer to him again, in stop-frame motion, as if being reeled in on a string.
"Of course- y-you are so much more," I say, the bass drum that is pounding against my sternum surely audible above the din of my irrational thoughts. "T-to me, you've always been..."
I can see his breath hitch, as if he finally realises that this is no longer an act. That it's never been an act for me, not from the moment I first came to know him. But just as quickly as it broke, the careful masquerade of his braver persona seals over the cracks once more.
"Ah, I see," he says with a mock-bow and a twirling of his wrist. "On account of my princely chivalry, you may call me-"
"Bruno."
My voice can be threaded through the eye of a needle, small and thin as I call his only true name. The real Prince Madrigal, who stole my heart and never returned it. "I would call you Bruno. My- my Prince."
There is a wildfire flaring up across my face, hot and untamable, and I know that there is no hiding this any longer. His ever-so-slightly confused smile shifts as he ponders my expression, his entire countenance computing the fact that I have wrenched away the curtain covers once and for all, revealing every sincere longing that I have had since the very beginning.
His eyes are drawing incrementally nearer again, those dream-laden wells that always seem to be reading me over and over, inside-out and back-to-front like a reel of worn typing paper. I need to be immersed in them, now more than ever before - unwavering portals to his soul speaking the words that have yet to be uttered aloud, or desires that long to be reflected in the vulnerable words of unhindered confession.
"Y-you'll always be my diente de leon," he finally says, a sudden and intense flush prickling along his cheekbones like a sprig of grass catching alight as he swallows nervously.
There he is.
The very first time he had nicknamed me, we were sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, sprawling out the script of the weekly stage show that we'd come to look forward to putting on for the kids of the Encanto. We had been growing in popularity amongst the little ones, and took it upon ourselves to come up with a grand new plot each week. Eventually "El Principito and Señorita Rosa" became something of a "fan favourite" pair. The Madrigals would routinely join in on the crowd too; in hindsight, it was difficult to miss the amused glances of the more astute and perceptive family members - usually Julieta, and often Dolores, who would give me a cosy smile and a little shrug of her shoulders as she scurried past.
I recall that day well, as we sat reciting our lines, just he and I in the inviting warmth of the lazy midday sun - I kept repeating the wrong words, and with that he had dubbed me the "forgetful dandelion".
"Y' know, like 'poof!' Gone on the wind." He had chortled a little too hard, and I had promptly whacked him over the head with my wad of papers, an encroaching fondness blooming in my chest that I dismissed as friendly admiration at the time.
It still confounds me how this fumbling, foot-shifting, stammering man before me can possibly be the same one that was, mere minutes ago, reciting sweet nothings as easily as if he were conversing about the weather, and holding me as if to never relinquish me to the cold space of reality surrounding us. But this is the Bruno I slipped and fell for, rolling down the mountainside with no intention of landing - and everyone but him seems to know it.
"I promised to stick around for a b-" he says, his voice catching as he realises how little space currently exists between us. He clears his throat. "For a bit. Well, more than a bit if- if you wanted me to, a-and it's been great - seriously, a-amazing - getting to be your friend..."
"Is this what friends do, Bruno?" I whisper, my face now dangerously close to his and he gulps, blinking furiously. And then he is leaning in closer, and closer still, until the last thing I see is the diamond facets of his emerald irises, absolutely incandescent in the light of the moon.
"K-kiss me Bruno..." I push out between erratic breaths, and he pauses for a microsecond - perhaps to give himself internal permission - before his eyelashes flutter shut and his mouth swoops in to cradle mine between the feathery pillow of his lips.
My hands find their way beneath the textile landscape of his ruana without conscious instruction; gliding along the cords in his arms, up and over his collarbones, palms splaying out across his shoulder blades as if they've always known how to traverse this foreign topography. His own run slowly down my sides and across the small of my back, his hum reverberating through the auditorium of my chest as his lips stroke mine carefully, almost unsure, but with an unbearable tenderness. I tilt against the pressure of his mouth with a small gasp, fingers sliding up the back of his neck and raking through mussed silvery curls, tugging gently.
We finally break apart for air, flushed and brightly burning with delight as we take in the sight of each other without the theatre masks - raw and giddy and uncertain and beautiful, oh so beautiful in its imperfection.
"Bruno..."
He laughs softly and rests his forehead against mine, the tip of his nose brushing my own and the corkscrew strands of his flyaway hair tickling my cheekbones as they fall across his furrowed brow.
"Wh-what's so funny?" I ask with a small smile, still in the space between absolute disbelief and dazed pleasure.
"Nothing, I - it's just that - you keep using my name. My - my real name." His fingers are tangling slowly with mine, palms fitting together as if magnetised.
"Hmm... Yes, Bruno..."
I cling to his shirt collar with my free hand and dab my lips to his, over and over, unable to keep away for more than a few seconds at a time.
"Say it again," he murmurs against my mouth, and my heart arrests.
"Bruno."
"Again..."
I can barely breathe now, the air rasping though my throat as an almost imperceptible squeak. This is all too much for me to handle.
"Bru-"
And before I can finish, I am halted by the overwhelming sensation of rising static prickling across the surface of my skin, like a bolt of electric ecstacy, as his supple, parted lips press into my neck like a branding iron. He follows a tediously long course down the curve of my forearm, across my clavicle and along the side of my jaw, lingering at each point for what seems like a burning eternity until I can take it no longer.
My hands are riding up into his hair again and he groans softly, our lips plastered together in fervour. He might just be a Romeo afterall.
How long we remain like this, I do not know. But what I do know is that this telenovela is getting an entirely different ending to what we both expected. The Prince and the Pauperess, walking hand-in-hand into the fading sunset as the stage curtain drops behind us, a new door opening with a wave of its hinges as we step with shy excitement into the new and unknown.
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naoko-world · 1 year
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So I'm participating to the Encantober! I wrote some of them (mostly from the first prompts) and the rest will be drawings.
I'm starting there with...
Encantober day 01: Caterpillar
Mirabel is a caterpillar in a family of majestic butterflies. They rule over a city of insects far from the feet of big mammals, like dog’s or human’s, who step on so many of them everyday. This is why, fifty years ago, her Abuela Alma flew her home with her husband and her caterpillars to look for a safe place from these creatures' reach. Many joined them for the same reason. They walked, and walked, and walked for so many days and many weeks. But they couldn’t go far fast enough. Alma’s husband, Pedro, died under a rabbit’s paw. Then, a miracle came and created the Encanto, a place of wonder where every bug could live without the fear of being crushed by bigger animals. 
Since then, each member of the Madrigal family had been blessed with a gift once they transformed into a butterfly. Mirabel’s turn never came though, the girl still being a caterpillar until now. She was staying on the ground, powerless, while her family was shining and admired in the sky by other bugs. 
And now it was Antonio, her youngest cousin's turn to turn into a butterfly, which he would do very soon, getting a gift for the occasion. Though Mirabel was happy for him, she felt a little blue at the idea he would join the rest of the family in the skies, leaving her alone. 
 For now though, he disappeared. No worries though, on the contrary of the shining members of the family, she knew where he was! She undulated toward a flower, where Antonio was there, sitting on a leaf while looking at the sky. She greeted him "Hola Toñito!"
He glanced at her to answer "Oh...Hola Mirabel."
"You're nervous?"
He nodded, looking at the sky again, replying "A bit."
"You have nothing to worry about though. You're gonna turn into a butterfly, and get the coolest gift ever, I know it!"
"What if I stay a caterpillar?"
She shrugged "Well, in that impossible scenario, you're gonna stay on the ground. With me. Forever." she smiled, jumping her highest part on him to tickle him while she was laughing "And I'll have you all for myself." 
He laughed with her, doing his best to wring out of her reach. When he succeeded, he jumped on her to be able to lovingly snuggle with her. It melted her heart, until he regretted "I wish you could be a butterfly."
"Toñito...You don't have to worry about me! Cause I have an amazing family, an amazing house, and an amazing you." He smiled while she continued "And seeing you turn into a butterfly and get your special gift? It'll make me more happy than anything."
He was obviously trying, but didn't seem entirely convinced. 
Later that day Antonio turned into a cocoon. Then, he ended up coming out of it as a butterfly. As promised, Mirabel did her best to look happy but jealousy was crawling under her skin. 
At the same time, her house started to fall. 
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stelacole · 2 years
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encanto starters
﹡ ❝ there wasn't a cloud in the sky﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ we don't talk about bruno ﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i will save the miracle ﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ bruno walks in with a mischievous grin﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you're exactly what this family needs.  ❞ ﹡ ❝ bruno your room is the worst﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you telling this story, or am i﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ a gift as special as you are.  ❞ ﹡ ❝ i was given a miracle﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i'm losing my gift﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the rats told me everything. ❞ ﹡ ❝ sometimes family weirdos just get a bad rap﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i am the strong one. i'm not nervous﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ we must protect our home. we must protect our family. ❞ ﹡ ❝ even in our darkest moments, there’s light where you least expect it.  ❞ ﹡ ❝ i used to say my real gift is acting﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i'm tired of perfect, i want real﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the magic is in danger﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the magic is strong — and so are the drinks.  ❞ ﹡ ❝ you’re exactly what this family needs. you just need to see it﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ and luisa, i heard her eye twitching all night﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ my gift wasn’t helping the family, but i love my family﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ open my eyes. if the magic is here, help me save the miracle﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ and luisa, i heard her eye twitching all night﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the only one worried about the magic is you, and the rats talking in the walls﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ he wants five kids. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i broke into bruno's tower﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the magic is dying. the house is breaking. luisa's gift is fading. and i think it's all because of me﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ no one will know. just act normal. no one has to know﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ there wasn't a cloud in the sky﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ we don't talk about bruno ﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ abuela, get the umbrellas. ❞ ﹡ ❝ bruno walks in with a mischievous grin﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ grew to live in fear of bruno stuttering or stumbling. ❞ ﹡ ❝ he told me my fish would die﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you telling this story, or am i﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the next day...dead. ❞ ﹡ ❝ he told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ it was our wedding day﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i really need to know about bruno. ❞ ﹡ ❝ mariano's on his way﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ and feasts on your screams﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ do you understand ﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ she's going to destroy the magic and now, we're all doomed﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ after i save the miracle, i'm bringing you home﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ the miracle is dying, because of you﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ and i was so afraid to lose it that i lost sight of who our miracle was for﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i will never be good enough for you. will i ﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him﹗ ❞
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my-fan-side · 2 years
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Encanto Fanfic idea: (just in case someone out there is interested to take this 😅)
Someone (while in an argument) with Abuela Alma shouted “I wish Papa/Abuelo’s here instead of you!!!”
Abuela’s anger died down. She was shocked. And softly she said. “You have no idea, how much I often wished the same. That you got to be raised by him, not me. He would’ve done better.”
And then the next day, they all woke up with Pedro there as if he had lived for the last 50 yrs. As if it had always been Abuela who sacrificed her life at the beginning. The family was shocked, as the day passed , they grieved for her and missed her. They missed her laugh, her jokes, her short stories, her life lessons, they missed her presence.
Then I don’t know what happened next 😅 Feel free to expand on this 😉
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lunathekahuna · 1 year
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Encantober Day 1: Caterpillar
*At Sonia's house, in her mother's Garden, Sonia & Bruno are laying on their stomachs as they watch, in fascination, a caterpillar on a tulip as it eats.*
Sonia:Wow, Ids so cute! An' they durn indo budderflies!
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Okay, so there’s this YouTube channel called CinemaSins. It does comedic rundowns of movies and points out all the little mistakes and things in them (WARNING: the narrator is pretty crass and the videos usually include a LOT of swearing, though with the worst words bleeped out, and often adult jokes.)
And they just did their Encanto video.
Now, I’m not usually one to rely on YouTube as writing inspiration. Especially not comedy channels. And don’t get me wrong, I kinda disagree with some of the points the narrator made, regardless of how funny he was when he said them.
But holy FRICK, did this video give me fic ideas. Too many fic ideas. I’m still trying to edit the next Cambiante chapter. So I’m gonna post the video quotes that inspired me, plus what I would write for them. Maybe after I finish Cambiante I will actually try one of these. But for now, feel free to take them as prompts.
In order of appearance in the video:
“Abuela immediately assumes the house is helping and forgets that 90 percent of the time this is an indication of malevolent supernatural forces.”
This is one of those things that could be done for crack or taken seriously. An evil Casita AU would be so weird but could also be so terrifying. Sort of like those horror movies in houses that are possessed by something, but this time the house is the thing that’s evil. This would be cool. Weird, but cool.
“The Amazing Madrigals are not a family of trapeze artists in this movie.”
This would be absolutely awesome. Your regular old everyone’s-in-a-circus AU, but with their Gifts. That would be SO much fun to write about.
“Not only do the Madrigals treat Mirabel as if she is incapable of even the simplest tasks because she doesn’t have superpowers, but they also seem to extend this belief to the entire d**n village as if they are helpless children that constantly need to be cared for. In short, they believe themselves to be gods, benevolent gods, but gods nonetheless, and the movie never really addresses the problematic nature of this perspective.”
I’ve reblogged a few gothic takes on Encanto before. I love that stuff. It works so well for this movie. And THIS?! THIS would make an epic Twisted Tale, if they end up making a book about that movie. Until then, it would make an epic fanfic.
“You have nothing to worry about. You’re going to get your gift and open that door. This is kinda rich coming from the only person who did NOT get their gift. This means there is an 11.1% chance that his concerns are going to be validated.”
Ouch. It’s the plot of Cambiante but with Antonio. And boy howdy, would that be angsty.
“Camiloki shapeshifting into the party guests as he greets them is super creepy and leads me to believe that the townspeople at most tolerate him and at worst are actively plotting his demise.”
I. WANT. TO. PLAY. WITH. THIS. From either angle, I don’t care. I’m a sucker for angst of my favorite characters, and THIS is absolute angsty BLISS. This is probably the line that gave me the most inspiration from this whole twenty-minute video. I ALREADY have ideas for it.
“I know the movie is really doing its best to drive home the whole “Mirabel is excluded because she didn’t get a gift” agenda, but, g*****n, this is borderline abusive! She’s forced to wait backstage instead of standing with her family, receives immense side-eye when she dares to accompany her younger nephew, and now she’s straight up excluded from a FAMILY portrait! Mirabel would be well within her rights to spin this whole movie into her own evil villain origin story.”
I know someone’s likely already written a villain Mirabel AU- probably several people, in fact. But ooh, boy, this is tempting. Villain AUs are really fun to write, especially when you’ve got a fair canon basis for them. This is not too big of a stretch, and I desperately want it.
“Our community is counting on us. Yes, but only because you don’t seem to be allowing them to fend for themselves.”
See above “benevolent gods” idea. This ties right in with that like it was meant to be there.
“So Bruno has a vision about the Encanto being lost, the house breaking, and it all linking back to Mirabel somehow, and his reaction was to go into hiding and…hope the vision didn’t come true? Did he really believe that his visions would only come true if he hung around? Wouldn’t it have been MORE selfless to take another hit to his own reputation and stick around to figure out the vision and get ahead of it?”
This one’s easy. A Bruno stays AU. But with way more angst.
(reaction to Camilo’s baby head scene) “What the…?! This movie veers so close to horror sometimes that I’m thinking the editors must have had a version where Mirabel is the only one really alive and all the rest of the family are ghosts keeping her here and tormenting her. The sin is I haven’t seen that version yet.“
Okay, this is one I probably wouldn’t write myself. This is a little too dark for me. I might be convinced to try a one-shot of it or something in the future, but it’s not too likely. However, I would absolutely LOVE to read something like this.
Well, there we have it! Nine Encanto fic prompts, some of which might become actual things I write later. I’ll link the CinemaSins video here for anyone who wants to watch it, but please keep in mind that this channel is pretty adult, and this video is no exception. You have been warned.
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neonpinkfeels · 1 year
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To complete the trio of Madrigal men and their changes in appearance, I imagine Bruno having to cut his hair because of a bad joke from Camilo, remembering the experiences of Felix and Agustin and preparing for a similar reaction from Antonio. Nothing prepared him for Alma's reaction.
Come get ya'll angst ✨
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It felt childish, so utterly ridiculous: having to cut his hair because Camilo got gum in it. Bruno hadn't seen anyone do that since he was ten.
It was annoying, but it was only hair. It would grow back. Bruno certainly felt weird though. He hadn't had short hair since he was in his early teens.
"Think we're in for another freak out from the kids?" Félix asked with a laugh.
"Doubt it," Bruno said, running a hand through his new, much shorter hair. "Tonito's older than Luisa and Lola were when you two shaved."
He couldn't imagine Antonio wailing that he didn't know who Bruno was. Antonio wasn't a baby anymore.
Indeed, Antonio just said, "You look nice, Tio!" and left it at that, thank goodness.
His mamá however...
She froze in the doorway with a strangled gasp, her eyes wide and one hand on her heart.
"Mamá?" Bruno's voice sharpened with worry as he and his sisters jumped to their feet. She'd gone so pale, her eyes watered, she looked like she'd seen a ghost...
Oh. Oh no.
Much more self-conscious now, Bruno pulled his hood up.
"Sorry!" he said quickly. "I-I didn't- I mean, I didn't think, I...Um..."
Alma stepped forward and gently pushed the hood back down, holding Bruno's face in her hands. Her smile wobbled and Camilo looked like he was drowning in guilt.
"You look like your papá," Alma said softly. She patted his cheek and Bruno heard how her breath shook as she walked past him to the table.
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Platonic prompt starters! Bruno and Pepa for “… sorry I took a nap on you”? 👀
"Ah. Sorry I took a nap on you." 
Pepa doesn't look up from her book and she doesn't take her hand out of her little brother's hair where she has been slowly scratching his skull with her fingernails for the past hour. She can feel him alternately tensing and relaxing with each and every breath he takes. A constant clenching and loosening of his muscles. Fight or flight, she thinks it may be. 
He is probably unsure how to proceed. It's been years that the two younger triplets have found themselves in this position. Pepa sitting on her favorite couch, legs up and folded underneath her. Bruno lying sideways on the same couch, his head in her lap and arms and legs tucked in tight as if afraid he'll take up too much room otherwise. 
His hair is longer, his thin frame takes up even less space than it did 10 years ago and his cheekbones dig into her knees. 
A lot has changed. 
But his hair is still soft, he still angles his long legs just so he can fit between her and the armrest and his head still rests on the only spot where it doesn't dig into the old lighting scar on her leg. 
A lot has stayed the same too. 
Pepa's legs have long since fallen asleep and there is a constant spike of pain in her lower back, the result of sitting in the same position for hours. 
But if there is one more thing that has always been the same and won't change as long as she lives, it's that Pepa would never ask her brother to move. 
He's right where he is supposed to be. 
Home. 
"It's alright." she murmurs and awkwardly flips a page in her book with one hand. Her brother relaxes again and this time it seems to stick. His breathing evens out and she can soon hear him snore a little bit. Pepa smiles. "Sleep tight, Hermanito."
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Prompts that got taken down on AO3 #13
Bruno has a vision of the Guardians, and goes to find them and talk to them to get help/advice on the many issues in his family.
They are shocked to realize that some humans have powers now, and that the Encanto isn't on the globe.
Shenanigans with the guardians and Madrigals finally being able to have fun with their powers and such
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omgcheez · 2 years
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I saw this on insta and mught have to try🤔
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