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jacarandaaaas · 4 months

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I know it’s probably been said before but as an artist I can’t help but praise the character design of encanto

Like look at this whole cast of characters who are all related to eachother and still so distinct! One of my all time favorite facts about this movie is that the family are color coordinated! I love that so much because not only does it make it easier for the audience to tell which character comes from what side of the family but it’s also visually appealing!

Also the fact everyone’s outfit contains symbolism relating to their gift!? genius. and mirabels skirt being her own personal scrapbook where you can see she has everyone’s symbol a clever way to display her genuine pride for her family! Isabelas dress being closer to almas magenta than the other members of julietas family emphasizing shes closer with alma and is seen as her successor! I especially love how after “what else can I do?” She changes her dress colour to a dark blue representing that she’s finally found herself and doesn’t want to be just almas clone! She feels more comfortable with her own family and shows it by representing their color!

Also let’s talk about how pepas family all wear warm hues as shown to be bright, fun and ultimately happy. Which makes a lot of sense considering how pepas gift requires her to be happy all the time to avoid “bad weather”. Her family also wear warm tones to possibly help her maintain this and also because compared to what we see in the movie pepas children have a little less pressure and are considered more fun to be around! Also the fact green and magenta are opposite colors on the color wheel and Bruno and alma have a strained relationship. genius.

I just want to appreciate the character design because I feel like it’s just so creative and has had so much thought and heart put into it <3

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #I love character design #honestly I could make an entire post on each characters design because it’s just THAT GOOD #not to mention the diversity in skintone hair texture and body type #like these designs are so good are u kidding #also how sad they only get to be used once like???#blue isa comeback when?

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foreveranevilregal · 6 months

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Encantober Day 21: Age

She was twenty-five years old. One day, she had been married to the love of her life; eagerly awaiting the arrival of their little blessing, which turned out to be little blessings. The next, she was widowed and alone with three babies, far away from the home where she had grown up. How she was supposed to do this alone, she couldn’t say. It would have been hard enough raising triplets with help. Every day, she passed by the portrait of Pedro that had somehow been hanging up in the house as soon as it rose out of the ground, running her hand along the frame lovingly. Whenever she did that, the stairs did a tap dance in response. She had a sneaking suspicion that the house and Pedro were connected, but she shook it off, figuring she was just sleep deprived. Taking care of three babies was hard, but to see them growing every day, discovering the world around them…

He should have been here for this.

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She was twenty-six years old. Today was her birthday. The first one since…well. Since they had moved to their encanto. She didn’t feel up to celebrating, but the townspeople had graciously dropped off some food and a cake they had made for her. Chocolate, her favorite. Pedro’s favorite too. He’d had such a sweet tooth. Alma could barely finish any sweets she had without him trying to steal them from her. Still, she thought sadly, she would give him this entire cake just to have him back again. She would give anything.

He should have been here for this.

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She was twenty-six years old. The triplets were turning one. They had grown so much! Despite being the same age, they were so different. Pepa was the easiest to tell apart. She was fair and had tufts of red hair sticking out all over her head. Out of the three, she’d been the first to talk, and she cried the loudest. If you dared ignore her, she’d scream like la Llorona. Bruno had started walking first, but he was by far the quietest. Alma had to keep a special eye on him to keep him from getting hurt. Julieta had beautiful big brown eyes and dark brown curls. She’d burbled happily before she could talk and kept reaching out her chubby little hands towards others. Oh, the townspeople adored them! The celebration they gave to the three miracle babies of the encanto was unforgettable. But there was one part she wished she could forget.

He should have been here for this.

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She was thirty years old. Somehow, she had made it through the triplets’ infancy and toddlerhood. Surely it would be easier from here on out. If anything, all four of them were sleeping through the night, even Pepa, who’d had a few rough months. Of course, hope was futile; a lesson she should have learned five years prior. On the triplets’ fifth birthday, she awoke to three brand new doors, shimmering mysteriously in the hallway. When she went to inspect them, she saw that each doorknob had a different letter carved into it- the triplets’ initials.

By this point, the children had woken up and followed her to the doors. Pepa’s big green eyes lit up with joy as she opened the door to her new room. Suddenly, she realized she had her own personal rainbow hanging over her head. Shouting in shock, she backed away.

That was when Bruno unexpectedly warned her that she’d trip over the banister.

Indeed, Pepa went tumbling over, sliding down the stairs and skinning her knee. Immediately, she broke out into tears, and was even more surprised to feel rain rolling down her cheeks alongside her tears.

Julieta ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen, grabbing an arepa that had been waiting for breakfast. She offered it to Pepa, the way she’d seen Alma do when they got hurt, to distract her from her pain. As soon as she took a bite, the redness on her knee cleared up and the skin healed over.

Alma almost fell over in shock herself. Without any rational explanation, her children had somehow seemingly acquired abilities that were nothing short of magic. Pepa affected the weather. Julieta could heal. And Bruno…could he see the future? Ay. She rubbed her temples. Things wouldn’t be easy after all.

That night, when she brushed her hair before bed, she noticed her first gray hair. The first sign she was getting older.

He should have been here for this.

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She was forty years old. Amazingly, she had managed to keep her three magical children alive and they getting ready for Julieta and Pepa’s quinceañera. A joint party, of course, but one so lively that no one would miss a second party. Sometime in the last few years, it felt like the veil over Alma’s life had lifted. Colors brightened. Shapes sharpened. And music sounded sweet again. For the first time in a long time, she had allowed herself to dance again. She missed her Pedro, but there was nothing she could do to bring him back. Besides, she and the children had survived. They were safe, and more than safe- they were thriving! Thanks to the triplets’ magical gifts, Alma could give back to the community that had supported them through those first few perilous years. She could try to pay back the massive debt she had accumulated that weighed on her for all those years.

And so she danced! Despite the many quiet years, her feet remembered the steps and carried her from one song to the next. The twinge of pain in her knees was new; she’d certainly never experienced that before while dancing. But no matter; she wouldn’t let it ruin her night! Just like she wouldn’t let the way Pepa swished her skirts around when boys were watching ruin it. Or the way Bruno danced with Julieta because otherwise she’d spend much of the night sitting. These girls needed their papá around; to raise them, to love them, to show them what a man was supposed to be. To dance with them on their special night.

He should have been here for this.

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She was forty-seven years old. It was Pepa’s wedding day. Pepa would be marrying a wonderful man; one who loved her and would take care of her like Pedro promised to do for Alma. Her heart was overflowing with joy for her daughter. Even though the hurricane had been catastrophic, at the end of the day, Pepa had gone home with her husband. And Alma had not.

He should have been here for this.

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She was fifty years old. This time it was Julieta’s wedding day. She too was marrying a man who promised to love her and cherish her, through anything life would throw at them. Her wedding had been a calmer affair, though no less joyous. Alma laughed, and she cried, and she wasn’t sure which one was giving her more wrinkles around her eyes. But just like Pepa, Julieta did not have her papá at her wedding.

He should have been here for this.

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She was fifty-three years old. Her first grandchild, a beautiful baby girl, had just been born. Julieta cradled her proudly, humming to soothe her as the baby cried. Alma couldn’t keep the tears out of her own eyes. She was a grandmother. Soon, any day now by the looks of Pepa’s belly, she’d be one again. A joy she should have shared.

He should have been here for this.

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She was fifty-five years old. Another granddaughter was born. Alma rocked her to sleep in her arms, ignoring the way her joints would seize up sometimes. Their family had been so blessed over the years.

He should have been here for this.

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She was fifty-eight years old. Isabela, who had just turned five, got a gift of her own! She could make the most beautiful flowers appear. Just like the ones Pedro gave to her. Shortly after, little Dolores also got a gift; able to hear anything no matter how quiet. The magic was growing.

He should have been here for this.

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She was fifty-nine years old. Her eyesight was growing weaker, but there was no mistaking that this newest Madrigal baby, with his crooked grin and floppy curls, would be beautiful, just like his mamá and papá. Even after all these years, Alma instinctively turned to her side to hand him the baby.

He should have been here for this.

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She was sixty years old. Another wonderful baby girl. Alma felt something special as she held her in her arms. The girl looked up at her with large inquisitive eyes. She would have been Pedro’s favorite, Alma knew in her heart.

He should have been here for this.

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She was seventy years old. They had not been expecting any more little blessings, but Antonio had decided to surprise them all, with his wild curls and infectious smile. Alma felt her back stoop as she held him. Even at such an old age, she was blessed to see new life begin. But she wished she could have been blessed to share that old age with her love.

He should have been here for this.

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She was seventy-one years old.

She was seventy-two years old.

She was seventy-three years old.

She was seventy-four years old.

She was seventy-five years old.

He should have been here for this.

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 6 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 19: Clock

If you asked Felix and Agustin Madrigal what makes time drag on more than usual, they would answer whenever their wives were out of the house. Ever since they moved into the Madrigal household, keeping themselves entertained while the triplets were out helping the village was the biggest challenge they ever had. Even after they got married, the house was filled with nothing but boredom.

There was one day when their wives were both three months pregnant with their first children when time seemed to drag on longer than usual. Felix and Agustin lay down on the couch staring at the clock to watch the minute hand move slower and slower as the time dragged on.

“Hey, Felix?”

“Si, Agustin?”

“I can’t wait for our babies to be born so we don’t have to keep staring at the clock all day every day.”

“I feel the same way, Gus; at least when the babies are born, we’ll have something to do and they’ll allow us to be on our toes more often.”

“Well, we have six more months of waiting until then.”

The men groaned again and continued staring at the clock. It was eleven-fifty, which meant their wives were going to be home for lunch soon. That was enough for them to smile at the clock. They closed their eyes slowly before they drifted off for a nap.

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Several hours later, Agustin and Felix felt something slap them in the thigh and jumped up awake. They opened their eyes and noticed their wives looking down at them. They waited until their breathing relaxed and their heartbeat slowed down to say anything.

“Hola, Felix and Agustin, we were planning on waking you up at lunchtime, but we didn’t want to disrupt your nap,” Julieta said.

“Wait, we missed lunch?” Agustin asked.

“Si, you slept for the last four hours,” Pepa explained.

Agustin and Felix looked at the lock in front of them on Casita’s fireplace and noticed that it was almost four o’clock. They looked at each other, then looked at their wives when they noticed the time.

“Wow, time went faster than we realized,” Felix pointed out.

“Were you just sitting around watching the clock the entire time we were out?” Julieta asked.

“Yes, we’ve been doing it this entire time since we moved in with you. There’s no one in the house but us for most of the day. What are we supposed to do all day while you’re in the village helping everyone?” Agustin asked.

“I don’t know; what do you normally do when we’re gone?”

“Wait for you to get back.”

Julieta and Pepa sat on the couch and hugged their husbands. They laid their heads on their shoulders as they held their arms.

“Aww, mi amor, I wish you told us sooner about your boredom. We would have brought you with us to the village,” Pepa said.

“If you want us to be honest with you, we get pretty bored when we’re out in the village sometimes too. We sometimes meet each other in a middle ground during down time and talk about what has happened so far,” Julieta explained.

“If you want, you can come with us until the babies are born. Then at that point, you will be spending time with the babies,” Pepa added.

Agustin and Felix hugged their wives and smiled as Pepa created a rainbow above both couples. The temperature rose a few degrees at that moment, and they let each other go once they started to feel sweaty.

“Tomorrow, before you go into the village, do you promise you will take us with you after breakfast?” Felix asked.

“We promise, and during our breaks, we can meet under that tree we used to just hang out under when we were in high school,” Pepa replied.

Both couples hugged again as Julieta got up from the couch. “I’ll get started on dinner. You both must be starving since you skipped lunch. Do you want anything?”

“Si, do you still have some spare arepas for us?” Agustin asked.

“I should still have a couple of arepas left over from today.”

Julieta went into the kitchen to try and find her stash of arepas from the day. Pepa stayed with Felix and Agustin to talk some more with them.

“You really have been staring at the clock all day to wait for us every day we’re out to do chores?” she asked.

“Si, but now that I think about it, I don’t know why we were doing that in the first place. I don’t even know why we never thought of asking you to come with you in the first place,” Felix explained.

Julieta came out of the kitchen with a plate of four arepas. “I got two more for Pepa and me so we can all have a snack before I make dinner.” All four of them grabbed an arepa from the plate and took one bite out of it simultaneously. “Tomorrow, we’ll tell you when we leave for chores so you can come with us.”

#encanto #disney #disney encanto #disney's encanto #encantober #encantober 2023 #day 19 #clock #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta x agustin #pepa x felix #agustin x julieta #felix x pepa #cw pregnancy mention #la familia madrigal

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Fluff prompt, if you like it: Bruno combs Dolores with what will become her favorite hairstyle

Aaawww 💕

Takes place in the “With The Dawn You Rise (With The Day You Blaze)” ‘verse

Trigger warning: brief mention/allusion to Bruno’s suicide attempt

The funny thing is, the hairstyle was an accident.

Dolores was only two. It was a few weeks after…It. Bruno wasn’t allowed to be by himself and he’d barely spoken a word after yelling at Alma to leave Julieta and Pepa alone.

Pepa had never heard Bruno yell so loudly.

But she digressed: the hairstyle was an accident.

Dolores and Isabela were the only people who got Bruno to smile at all; weak, sad smile though it was, at least it was a smile. The two giggly toddlers managed to keep him focused for more than a few minutes at a time.

With that in mind, Pepa dragged Bruno to her room to help her with the girls. She’d promised to watch Isabela while Julieta and Agustín were out. She was fixing a ribbon in Isabela’s hair when Dolores pressed a red ribbon into Bruno’s hand with a squeak.

They were just messing about. Bruno sat Dolores in front of the mirror, gently teasing her by twisting her hair in wild directions while she quietly giggled.

When he gently pulled her hair up into a bun, into a shape that resembled a pineapple, Dolores clapped her hands.

“Yes!” she squeaked. “Yes please!”

Dolores was not usually an excitable child, so Pepa’s interest was caught. And what do you know, the hairstyle did look cute.

Very cute, actually. It suited her.

So Pepa took over, styling it properly and tying the bun in place with the bright red ribbon. Dolores was delighted, rushing over to show Isabela.

“It suits her,” Pepa said, squeezing Bruno’s shoulder. “I’ll have to style it like that again sometime.” She smiled at Bruno, hoping he’d smile too. “Maybe you should be a hairdresser, eh?”

Bruno’s smile was tiny. A shadow of a smile, nothing like the smile that Pepa had grown up with.

But he was smiling. That was what mattered. He was smiling and there was some light in his eyes.

Isabela loudly proclaimed she wanted the same style and Pepa got to work. All the while, Dolores sat on Bruno’s lap, proudly showing off her hair again and again, the loudest Pepa had ever heard her daughter get.

Funny, what a difference a change in style can make.

#answers #asks #prompts #bruno and his merry band of niblings #the madrigal family #la familia madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #encanto snippets #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #tw: mention of suicide attempt #the madrigal triplets #pb&j triplets

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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If you'd like to, here's a prompt

Dolores gets her first period and thinks she's injured or dying (like most inexperienced 11 year old girls) and goes to Julieta for food to heal herself, but when she realizes the 'injury didn't heal she grows concerned and goes to pepa crying which ends in dolores learning about periods and all alongside Isabela and Luisa.

This prompt took me so long cause it fuelled the idea for a long One-Shot. A bit angstier than you probably intended but I hope you'll like it anon:

The Kindest Thing (2344 words) by Acewithapaintbrush Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Pepa Madrigal Needs a Hug, References to Depression, Dolores Madrigal Needs a Hug, Dolores Madrigal Gets a Hug, Bruno Madrigal Needs a Hug, Bruno Madrigal is Good With Kids, Sad Bruno Madrigal, period pain, Dolores gets her period and has no idea what to do, takes place a month after Mirabel's ceremony, Bruno just left, Pepa is not dealing with it so well

Summary: Dolores is convinced she is dying. She is in so much pain and bleeding and Tia Julieta's food doesn't help. She wants her Mama but Mama hasn't come out of her room for a week now because she is so sad. Dolores can't bother her Mama with this, can she? A uncle in the walls breaks his silence to set her straight.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #encanto headcanons #Warnings for depressive Pepa #And mentions of blood of course #This ends on a sad note #Just saying

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casitafallz · 1 year

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Isabela hadn't meant to almost kill her little sister.

yet all it took was a small argument to burst the dam Isabela had kept away. Enough to bring everything Isabela had built to the floor. Enough that Abuela wouldn't look at her without shame, that Luisa was hesitant to leave her alone with anyone, the anger Camilo gave her and the tenseness of her tio...the cracking thunder of her Tia...

Would they ever forgive her? Would they let her drown in her regret or pull her out of it? Would she forgive herself?

Chapter 33 snippet

“Portillo?”

“Si, that’s my maiden name. I took the Rojas name when I married your grandfather.” She shrugged, “my family wasn’t impressed but I was happy.” She exhaled deeply, turning the page back to the wedding photograph with a passive sense of sadness, but acceptance of it as well. “You know, this photograph was taken a few days before we had to flee and I was about… seven months pregnant with your Tio, Dante Rojas.”

“I have a Tio?”

Abuelita shook her head. “No, he…died shortly after his birth. Our escape caused me to fall into early labor.” She exhaled deeply, “I didn’t know I was pregnant at the time and… he was born too premature.”

#encanto #encanto au #infant death mention tw #lest the rot lingers au #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal

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cha0tic-n1ghtmar3 · 2 years

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I want hugs from the Encanto moms.

Julieta would have soft, calming hugs as she offers you a nice, warm arepa. Comforting you from the terrible, horrible world that is reality.

Pepa would have a small rain cloud as she squeezes you tight, worrying if you're alright. She wouldn't want to let go of you.

#Encanto #Pepa Madrigal #julieta madrigal #Hugs #Mom's #food mention #weather mention #Fluff

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empty-cryptid · 2 years

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Hello chapter 6. Hugs!

This chapter is in collaboration with @waitingonavision who drew an adorable Julieta and Bruno piece (HERE) and inspired some of the story!!

Rated G CW: food, eating, very brief mention of previous food issues, brief mention of weight gain

It's a short chubby Bruno story with lots of big sister hugs <3

#encantober #encantober 2022 #hugs #encantober hugs #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #pepa is only mentioned #viva la pancita de bruno #chubby bruno madrigal #bruno pancita #sibling hugs #juli is a good sister #my writing #fanfic #ficlet

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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I think I’ve come up with a more in-depth overview of that AU for Luisa!!!

This Luisa doesn’t get her gift when she was 5, and instead grew up in her family’s shadow gift-less, Mirabel herself also doesn’t get a gift which leads the two to grow up close in the emotional neglect of not having magic from Abuela, despite Agustin and Julieta’s love and words of encouragement.

Pepa’s side of the family get’s more burdened as a result of the misbalance of magical family members. leading more tensions between Julieta and Pepa that only grew after Bruno Disappeared

Felix and Agustin helped with Casita in building Luisa and Mirabel their own room when it became apparent that she was growing out of the nursery and needed her own space. It had originally been planned for just Luisa but the 9 year old had a point, if she was getting her own room, Why wouldn’t little Mirabel? Luisa was 10 when it was completed and overjoyed, even if it was a little small; it was her space. Little Mirabel and Luisa often had sleepovers together until Luisa was 12 when Luisa hit not only puberty but also a growth spurt; while she may not be thick and muscly, she surpassed her father’s height by the time she was 16

Luisa was put to help more often with her Tio Felix and Father and helped more in town when she was younger, in part to earn good favour with the village as Mirabel but favoured towards helping with the animals like the donkey and helping bring them back in when they escaped from their pen.

In time she had gotten close with a few of the boys but dared not to tell Abuela as she didn’t want the attention to be taken away as both Isabela and Dolores were also seeking for partners. Luisa knew Dolores was crushing on Mariano but Abuela had Mariano lined up for Isabela. So Luisa felt like she was under the radar nonetheless.

She had a boyfriend, Caden Badillo who was about her age who helped in the farms and donkeys; where they met when she was 15 but didn’t date until a few months before her 16th birthday.

When she was turning 17, Caden found a set of Metallic Cuffs in the barn; they looked like a perfect gift for Luisa so he wrapped them up and gave them to her. This led to the two to happily “celebrate” in the barn, as being in Casita may be too risky in getting caught.

Upon putting the bracelets on the next morning, Luisa found herself with super strength but found controlling such strength very hard and a few accidents happened that Luisa couldn’t explain well but Abuela was quick to realise that her ‘gift’ must have appeared, not realising the cuffs she wore was the reason for it. This new ‘gift’ this did leave Mirabel jealous following that reveal and for a few weeks avoided Luisa.

Luisa did attempt to get back with Caden more intimately but her strength posed too dangerous for him; breaking a few bones and crippling his hips that even her mother’s food took a while to help him to get him back to simply walking. The two broke up after that.

But Dolores was the first to pick to the extra fluttering to realise that Luisa was pregnant before she understood and read up on the physical symptoms. Luisa tried to get Dolores to say nothing on the matter but Dolores caved after Luisa almost had a glass of wine at differ; having forgotten herself she couldn't have it. Her snatching it off her was a tell that Dolores knew something before the girl spilled and the family dinner ended up a debate and a lecture to Luisa for being careless and putting the family at risk.

For weeks, there was debate on what to do but Luisa decided to leave Encanto than risk herself being pressured into giving the baby up, even to her own family, as Abuela wasn’t going to kick her out (nor rid the baby from the family entirely, it’s a Madrigal and a potential for a gift) and her ex-boyfriend wasn’t going to marry her either given what she had done to him. There was concern she may hurt the baby by accident with her strength.

Unknown to Luisa, the cuffs were an Architect's artefact that the Watcher AU try to locate; on or off a person. They’re not typically found until after being put on as the magic is distinctly different to the AU’s magic systems. When Luisa left Encanto, the Watcher Au dispatched a friendly team to recruit Luisa from her AU after she passed Encanto’s boarders; offering her medical support for the baby and herself; also means of control for her gift and a job. With very little in the way of other options, Luisa agreed.

Many months later, 3 months before her 18th birthday, Luisa gave birth to healthy twins, a boy and a girl. (names tbd)

what Au name should i use for her?

Shun

Forsaken

Absent

Split

Abscond

Depart

#luisa madrigal #encanto au #encanto #pregnancy mention tw #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal

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ayagustin · 2 years

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A work in progress.

Pepa stepped into town square only half-aware where she put her feet, frowning down at the cut in her palm. The cloud above her head, thundering in annoyance, ensured that her path was clear of anyone she might have otherwise bumped into -- a stray lightning had zapped the last person who'd approached and startled her, and nobody had tried again since.

"Juli, do you have anything left over?", she started when her sister's table appeared in the corner of her eye, glad she'd be getting rid of the uncomfortable sting and possible Tetanus in a minute. "I've-"

"-got a cut?", interrupted the voice of her brother, and when she looked up, surprised, Bruno was lounging in Julieta's chair, precariously balancing it on just its two back legs, feet on the table -- much too close to the arepas for Pepa's liking. "Yeah, I know."

She lifted a brow.

"What're you doing here?"

He shrugged.

"I get tired of reading fortunes all day. And Juli's always complaining about us not coming to see her unless we need something."

He gestured to her hand as he said it. She tucked it behind her back.

"Obviously she's not here, so I figured I'd wait for her. And when she didn't show up again, I figured I'd wait for you, since ... well ..."

He craned his neck to peer around her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes.

Bruno tipped back his chair a little further.

"You'll fall over like that, y'know?"

"No, I won't", he said, like he knew, and the smug grin that crossed his face as he did told her he probably did, too.

Pepa fought the urge to kick out the chair from under him, which was somewhat difficult, seeing as she'd have done it without thinking not even two years ago and Julieta, who was about eighty percent of what little impulse control they had, wasn't here, but she managed just so.

If that was only because her cloud darkened and Bruno promptly dropped the chair into its proper position and his legs from the table when he felt the air around them charge didn't matter.

The smug grin was hers now, in any case.

Only until she remembered why she'd come here in the first place, though.

"Where's Juli, anyway?"

Bruno shrugged as she helped herself to an arepa.

"She wasn't here when I came. I thought I'd wait, but it feels like I've been sitting here forever."

He threw his arms back.

Pepa picked at the scab that had formed on her palm; Julieta's food never worked quite as well when she didn't hand it out, as well.

"This isn't like her."

"Certainly isn't."

She glanced at the mountains surrounding the Encanto. The sun was far from setting, so it was far from Juli's time to go home -- and even if it were later in the day, mamá usually got her to help put away the table and carry home any empty baskets or plates.

"You hear anything when you came here?"

Her brother shook his head.

"People only whisper around me anymore. Makes it hard to hear."

"They still haven't stopped that?"

"They want to know the future, and then they're mad at me when it's something bad I see. And sometimes it's not even bad! I could tell them they're gonna get real old, see, they're all bald and wrinkly, and what they'll focus on is going bald! These people are impossible to please."

She glanced up at her cloud, slowly shrinking, lightening, until just a sliver of mist of worry for her sister was left, and sighed.

"Tell me about it."

He clicked his tongue and snuck an arepa -- hardly the first, she thought -- to stick under his ruana, where a handful of rats no doubt pulled it apart in seconds.

She chewed her lip.

"Has anyone come to get food since you sat down?"

"Nah. But it's a quiet day, anyway. Maybe Julieta just got bored. I certainly would."

"Julieta doesn't get bored."

"Yes, she does."

"She'd never abandon post like this, Brunito."

"Maybe not", he conceded.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared across town square, tall and broad-shouldered, the ideal son-in-law, as far as not only Alma Madrigal was concerned, and he looked around anxiously until he spotted them, lighting up when he did so. Bruno peered up and Pepa glanced down, and they shrugged in perfect unison when their eyes met.

Neither of them had seen much of Inigo Guzmán since their mothers had started hinting to him and Julieta that they were very interested in a couple mutual grandchildren, despite the fact that he was one of their oldest shared friends.

Things had been so painfully awkward between Juli and him that it had been easier to just avoid each other.

Now, he stood before them, though, chest rising just a little quicker than usual, nervous-looking, and he said: "Here you two are."

"Here we are", Pepa agreed.

"What's up?", Bruno asked as nonchalantly as he managed, which wasn't very.

"I just saw Julieta."

Inigo scratched his cheek, brows furrowing.

"She, uhm, ... seemed a little off?"

"Off as in our mothers want you to do it, or off as in off?"

The young man flushed.

"Just ... off. I dunno. Y'know this look when she's trying to be all ... Julieta, pretending everything's fine."

The present triplets' eyes met once more.

Bruno's lip was disappearing between his lips.

Pepa's cloud darkened.

#encanto #encanto 2021 #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal (mentioned)#original character #oc inigo guzmán #madrigal triplets #la familia madrigal #pepa&bruno #mywriting #i feel like i never really post here

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roxyfoxgamer150 · 2 years

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Hyper(Me): *casually walking around S&R*

Sees this:

Hyper: *remembers the Encanto ad*

Observer!Pepa tilts her head, "Is it the towel ad? I'm pretty sure it's the towel a-"

Observer Mirabel threw a washing machine at the back of Pepa's head.

Hollow Julieta can be seen rubbing her eyes, "I swear she constantly angers others as a joke of hers.." she mumbled.

Observer and Pepa can be seen throwing objects at each others, lightning bolts, knives, anything.

"Wh- ARE THOSE MY DAGGERS?"

#observer mirabel au #random thought i had lmao #hollow julieta au #mentioned pepa madrigal

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julietas-basil · 2 years

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Only Pepa knew about juli crushing on Agustín so she loved to teased and she teased even more when she came back with lipstick nowhere near her lips

Well pepa is a "fortune" teller and Def has eyes 👀

#anon ask #anon ideas #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #pepa madrigal #the madrigals #omg #so oof #encanto #cute #PEPA HAS EYES #did we mention that she knows everything ?#Bruno wished he was like pepa #😂😂😂#julistin #julieta really is a bad liar

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foreveranevilregal · 7 months

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Encantober Day 10: Help

Julieta had everything under control. Really. She’d had her gift for…how many years now? It was second nature to her. Besides, she enjoyed helping people. And cooking. What could be better than a gift that allowed her to do both?

So maybe it had been more challenging lately. With a toddler and a baby, Julieta found it took her more time and effort to accomplish the same tasks she did with ease before. But that was no excuse. If anything, it was all the more reason to try harder. After all, she had more people relying on her now. Everyone was relying on her. She couldn’t let them down. They were counting on her.

All she had to do was replenish her reserves of magical healing food, take care of her two little ones, and cook dinner. Her family had graciously helped out by rotating cooking meals instead of having her cook every day. Luisa slept most of the time, and Isabela was such a sweet child, people were bending over backwards to spend time with her. Really, if you took all that into consideration, it left relatively little for her to do. She’d finished restocking the magical food. Now all she had to do was cook dinner.

Easy. She could do it in her sleep.

“Julieta.”

She awoke with a start to Pepa shaking her shoulder. “Eh?” She rubbed her bleary eyes.

“Julieta, wake up.”

“Did I fall asleep?” Julieta mumbled sleepily. She raised her hand to cover a yawn and noticed that it was covered in the sauce she had been preparing. It left a trail leading to the bowl, which had sauce smeared down the side. Horrified, she yelped and wiped everything down frantically with the nearest towel.

Pepa scrutinized her. “Juli, when was the last time you slept?”

Julieta tilted her head, thinking. Last night had been hard. Luisa had been colicky and the day before Julieta had been busy taking care of injuries around town. “Uh…”

“It’s taking you way too long to answer,” Pepa noted.

Julieta shrugged, deflated. “I’m not sure,” she admitted.

“That’s concerning.”

Julieta ignored her.

Pepa took a seat beside her. “Julieta, what is going on?”

Julieta took a steadying breath. “Nothing. It’s my turn to make dinner. So I’m making dinner.” She yawned widely. “I’m just… a bit tired, that’s all.”

“So you decided the empanada filling would make a good pillow?”

Julieta gave her a confused look.

“You have some, on your cheek.” Pepa gestured to her own cheek.

“Ayyy.” Julieta dabbed at her face furiously.

“Julieta…” Pepa reached out, taking her hand between her own. “You don’t have to do everything on your own. Asking for help is allowed, you know.”

Julieta shot her an uncharacteristically scathing glare. “I don’t need help. I have everything under control.”

“Right…” Pepa said sarcastically. “That’s why I found you with your face planted in the bowl. Because you’ve so clearly got everything under control.”

Julieta’s lip wobbled. This was so embarrassing. Not only was she letting everyone down, but it was so noticeable Pepa was calling her out on it. Tears stung her eyes, and she swallowed hard to keep them at bay. “It’s my turn to make dinner,” she repeated stubbornly, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

“Yes, and you clearly are not feeling up to it,” Pepa explained patiently, as if to a small child.

Great. Now Pepa was being patronizing. Could this get any worse? Julieta gulped, her breathing uneven. “Everyone has been so kind, taking most of the cooking off my plate. I only cook dinner once a week now. It’s the least I can do.” If she couldn’t even do that…what was she good for?

“Yeah, Julieta, other people are stepping up. You want to know why? Because you are busy taking care of a small child and a baby. They don’t have to deal with those responsibilities. Despite that, you’re still keeping up with your gift duty. Somehow you’re still cranking out buñuelos like nobody’s business.”

Julieta chuckled faintly. “No one else can do it. I have to keep going with it.”

Pepa cocked her head as if conceding the point. “Well, other people can cook. So let us help you.”

Julieta stared at her. The words weren’t really registering. All she could do was latch onto- “You’re gonna help with cooking?”

Pepa shrugged. “Yes? Is that such a crazy idea?”

Julieta tapped her chin thoughtfully. “The last time I let you cook, you almost set the kitchen on fire trying to boil water.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Pepa fumed. “The stupid pot wasn’t boiling, and I got mad, and I didn’t realize a lightning bolt would zap the fire!”

Seeing Pepa get worked up over the memory was what broke her. To her sleep-deprived brain, it was the funniest thing ever. She broke down into a fit of laughter, struggling for breath, as she laughed so hard, she cried.

“Oh sure, laugh at my pain,” Pepa quipped, but there was no edge to her words. Her lips curved into a small smile. “I’ll remember that the next time you make a mistake.”

“I don’t make mistakes, Pepa.” Julieta tossed her hair behind her shoulders, sending up a plume of flour.

“Ah yes, you totally meant to soak your hand in the sauce.” Pepa grinned.

“Ay, enough about the stupid sauce!” Julieta flicked her with flour.

Pepa flicked her back. Before the scene could devolve into a flour fight, she placed her hand between them in a truce. “Okay. So what still needs to be done?”

Julieta took stock of the situation. “The dough and filling are done, so I just need to roll and stuff the empanadas before cooking them.”

“You mean we,” Pepa corrected. “Because I’m helping you, whether you like it or not, so you might as well like it.”

Julieta sighed. “Fine. But you’re staying away from the stove. I don’t want a repeat of the ligh- the incident,” she amended upon seeing the stormy look in Pepa’s eyes. “Here.” She thrusted a spoon at Pepa. “You can fill the dough once I’ve shaped it.”

“So little faith,” Pepa shook her head goodnaturedly, but accepted the proffered spoon.

They began working quietly.

“Not so much, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s wrist, stilling her hand with the spoon hovering over the dough circle. “If you overstuff the empanadas they’ll explode.”

“And if you understuff them, you’ll get empanada scented bread,” Pepa muttered, but scooped out a bit of filling before crimping the empanada shut. “Better?”

Julieta nodded her approval. “That’s one down…” she looked at the almost completely full bowl of filling, “several dozen more to go.”

“Good thing you have me to help out, eh, hermana?” Pepa elbowed her gently in the side.

Julieta had to admit she was right.

“I don’t know how you thought you could do it alone,” Pepa continued, getting into a rhythm with the empanadas.

“Don’t push it.”

Soon, the tray between them grew full. Much faster than if Julieta had been left to do it alone, especially since she was still struggling to stay awake.

As much as she hated to admit it, Pepa was right. Maybe it was okay to ask for help sometimes.

#julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #pepa and julieta #julieta and pepa #encantober #encantober 2023 #help #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #still stubbornly gonna catch up #it's been a week y'all #brief baby mention #but doesn't really appear much

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 2 years

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(The Madrigals are at church. Agustin puts twenty pesos in the donation dish without looking)

Luisa: Papa, that was a twenty.

Agustin: DA--

(He puts money in the Madrigal family swear jar. Agustin is now out bowling with Felix and Bruno. The last pin tips over but doesn't fall.)

Agustin: Oh, YOU SON OF A--

(Swear jar. Agustin is now in the village running errands when Osvaldo with a clean-shaven face sees him.)

Osvaldo: Hey, Gus! You know, I owe you one, buddy! No sooner had I shaved off the old cookie duster than a lady cast me in a commercial. I tell ya, the way these checks keep coming in, it's almost criminal!

Agustin: YOU DIRTY BAS--

(Swear jar. Agustin is now helping Antonio build a playhouse for Parce)

Agustin: What do you think, Tonito?

Antonio: How's Parce supposed to get in?

Agustin: Well, he just goes... (realizes he forgot the door) AH--

(Swear jar. Agustin is asleep in the backyard. A beehive lands on top of him and he screams. Swear jar. Agustin is now finishing the last touches for Parce's playhouse. He hits his thumb with the hammer.)

Agustin: Oh... fudge... that's... broken. (He steps on a nail) Fiddle dee dee... that will require a tetanus shot. I'm not going to swear. But I am going to KICK THIS PLAYHOUSE DOWN!

(He begins kicking Parce's playhouse)

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #incorrect quotes #disney's encanto #agustin madrigal #swear jar #source: the simpsons #bart the lover #not mentioned: Pepa snickering at the fact someone in the family is using the swear jar more than her for once #la familia madrigal #disney

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avatarvyakara · 2 years

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Still in the works, but…

194. Despelote

(nm) fracas, hot mess

CAUTION: Mild content warning.

Diego Gonzales has never been particularly popular with the Madrigals. He was, once upon a time…well, popular with one, anyway. And he kind of blew that. He doesn’t have any particular regrets there; the village settled down in time, and although the Family Gonzales has never been particularly popular or powerful they’re persistent workers. Work, in fact, is what they’re for. Fooling around is for time off.

But it had cost him quite a bit, back then. Somehow he managed to find common ground with Alba, and although not as picture-perfect as a Madrigal marriage they’ve been basically okay for the past three decades or so. But nobody likes a braggart. And fewer still like someone who boasts about stealing a Madrigal’s virginity in public, without the deed even being done.

(Pepa didn’t say no, not to the prospect. And he was an idiot. But it didn’t happen, and maybe that was half the problem, because if it were true then maybe he wouldn’t have—no. He shouldn’t have done it. Point blank. No excuses.)

So Diego has done his best to impress in his children that no, this should not be a concern of theirs. Preferably not until they’re in their thirties. Rafaella, the younger one, has always been a bit flirty, especially around that Gúzman kid, but doesn’t seem intent on it going anywhere. A bit of an issue but they can work on that. Cecilio, on the other hand, isn’t flirty, but he has that particular awkwardness around people he’s attracted to that caused Diego himself so much trouble. Much more of an issue, and one he should have talked his son out of more sternly and sooner. Try to get him to limit his time off to what’s important, like spending time with his family or working on a skill. Especially because he’s managed to find himself infatuated with Luisa Madrigal.

(Gonzales men have always liked powerhouses. Diego’s own mother had a punch like a mule’s kick. Diego’s father never said a word about where he got his black eyes from, and hit Diego the one time he tried to tell anyone. Fists no longer fly in the Gonzales household, though, and it was like that even before Dolores developed the most important Gift of all. Certainly Diego knew he could never count on doña Alma for help, not after his own actions.)

And now Cecilio’s blown it, and on the one hand Pepa Madrigal is willingly speaking to him for the first time in about thirty-one years, but on the other she’s kind of barely holding herself back from tornado-ing his field, and he really just wants to get back to work. It’s the second day of this and frankly they’ve both got other things to do.

“What do you even want me to say, Pepa?” he insists. “That I set him up to seduce your sobrina? Do you realize just how utterly stupid that sounds?”

If anything the storm gets a little louder.

(The part of Diego’s brain that actually paid attention in school calculates his chances of surviving this encounter at about 19.4%.)

“I’m stupid? I’m not the one whose brat tried to force himself on Luisa!”

“Diego did nothing of the sort. Or is Luisa spreading false rumours? I wonder who she could have gotten that idea from, eh?”

BOOM.

“You were the one who started those rumours in the first place, ¡bastardo!”

“I know that!” snaps Diego, a little bitterly. “So what better way to get revenge for something a stupid twenty-one-year-old did by taking it out on his son?”

“Your son managed to drive Luisa from the encanto!”

Diego puts down the scythe he’s managed to hold on to during the hurricane. (It’s kind of useless as an umbrella anyway.) “That’s ridiculous.”

“Why else would she have left? She nearly killed herself saving him, and then he took advantage of her!” She sneers. “Like father, like son, eh?”

There are some lines you do not cross.

“Leave my boy out of your family’s issues,” he growls in response. “We’ve had as little to do with you as possible, and for good reason. Cecilio’s ten times the man I was at his age and he’s doing good work, he wouldn’t throw it all away for some fling with a Madrigal. No matter whether she saved his life or not. And until and unless your daughter comes forward and tells me your niece is expecting a child out of wedlock, I’m going to assume that this is just another one of your attention-seeking temper tantrums.”

(Chance of survival at 6%.)

“You—” And Pepa uses a rather colourful descriptive phrase that sounds like it comes from those cheap novels she’s always liked. “Trying to twist your way out of things, again! Typical. Direct it all back on the people who’ve been hurt, instead of accepting it like a man!”

(She doesn’t know. There’s no way she knows. Remember that, and keep your cool.)

“Accept what? What actually happened, Pepa?”

“Maybe if your son hadn’t driven Luisa away in shame we’d actually know!”

“So you don’t know and yet you came up here seeking what, exactly? For me to disown my son because he so much as looked at Julieta’s daughter without your permission?”

(Chance of survival at 1.3%.)

It’s been a hell of a while since Pepa unleashed a hurricane in this valley.

And to Diego’s great surprise, she doesn’t. The clouds still rumble, but the winds are dying down. The air is hot and humid and cloying with a very slight but very chilly breeze passing through, and maybe that’s just how she’s feeling.

“You’re right,” she says, cold as the wind. “I came up here to make you actually accept responsibility for once in your life. I turned out alright, Diego. Even if I didn’t have Félix, I’d have turned out alright. And I did have Félix. I always did. But Luisa is more fragile than anyone gives her credit for. She doesn’t need a Gonzales in her life to make that even worse.”

“On that we’re in agreement. Cecilio needs to get rid of this idiotic crush. He shouldn’t have to deal with a Madrigal all the time,” Diego counters.

“Right.”

Diego sighs, and picks up his scythe. God, he feels tired.

Time to try to be the bigger person, after years and years of waiting.

“Pepa.”

She stops as she’s about to turn away.

“What.”

The years have not been kind to him, misset nose and wrinkles and grey hairs and all. But Diego does his best to be disarming.

“For what it’s worth, Alba and I owe Luisa a debt we can’t repay. She got Cecilio home safe again, back to his sister and his parents. If making sure Cecilio never talks to her again is the best way to make her happy, we’ll try to. But I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

He’d be horrified at the thought that he hurt her, is the unspoken addition.

Pepa sighs, and clenches her fists and shuts her eyes. The clouds are teetering on the brink of rain now, but they’re holding back.

(Chance of survival at 21.1%.)

“I think he made her happy just by being himself, and that is why I worry. I don’t want her to have to deal with…”

“The Gonzales Enrediamento?”

“Yeah. That.”

(He’s not sure if Pepa ever knew what went on when he was growing up. He hopes not. He doesn’t need her pity, certainly not three decades later.)

“…even if Julieta and Agustín like him. He’s a lot more polite than you were.”

“Alba and I did our best to raise him that way,” says Diego, shortly but without rancour. “No point in every generation making the same mistakes.”

“No. I guess not.”

#encanto #encanto 2021 #tiles on the roof #fanfic #pepa madrigal #encanto pepa #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #original character #Alma was a bit busy back then #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #(mentioned)#(don’t worry folks she’s just visiting her cousins in San Cristóbal)#one shot collection #san ambrosio

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