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foreveranevilregal · 7 months

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Hii! I just started reading ur stuff and love it!❤️❤️

So if u dont mind can u do one where antonio wanders off with his animals and its up to mirabel and the rest of the family to find him?

Thanks!! Keep it up love these😍😍❤️

Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate that a lot! I'm sorry this took so long...I've had some writer's block but hopefully it's over now. Hope you like this!

Dinnertime in the Madrigal family tended to be a chaotic affair. With the various family members busy helping around town or running errands all day, it was a wonder they could eat together at all. But Alma insisted, and Julieta agreed, that they should try to eat together as a family. So, one way or another, they’d find their way back to their casita by dinnertime.

Usually, this involved some level of hunting people down. The Madrigals would rarely all be congregated at home by the time dinner rolled around, as their gifts and abilities were useful around town. Demand for them to use their gifts for others’ benefit had definitely lessened since they got their gifts back; the townspeople had learned how to take care of many things independently in the intervening months and were trying to keep it that way. But there were always new parents who needed rest and appreciated Camilo’s babysitting services for a stint. Or farmers needing some intervention when inclement weather struck. Or people with grave injuries in need of healing (Julieta and Isabela had taken it upon themselves to teach people some more basic healing techniques using plants and herbs after realizing just how burned out the two of them were). Or those stubborn donkeys that just kept getting out…

By the time Julieta announced dinner was ready, the kitchen was usually abuzz with inquiries as to people’s whereabouts and requests to get them back home, all overlapping in glorious cacophony.

“Dolores, go find your brother.”

“Where is he, mamá?”

“I’m not sure…last I heard he was helping señor Gonzalez who threw out his back fix his roof.”

“Wait, why wouldn’t Luisa help?”

“I think she was dealing with some other crisis at the time- where is Luisa anyway?”

“I’m right here, tía, what’s going on?”

“We’re looking for Camilo.”

“Well you found him!”

“Ay, Milo, that isn’t funny! You’re gonna give your poor mamá a heart attack!”

“Camilo, stop changing into your cousins.”

“Sorry, papá…”

“We still don’t know where Luisa is.”

“I’m right here, tía.”

“That’s not funny, Camilo.”

“I’m over here, mamá.”

“Ayyyy, who else is still missing?”

“Well, Antonio was helping me with the donkeys, is he back yet?”

“Antonio!”

Everyone stopped running abruptly, bumping into each other. Camilo winced, rubbing his forehead which had unfortunately hit Luisa’s side in the mayhem. Isabela picked up the shards of the plate she broke after colliding with Dolores. The latter mumbled an awkward apology, cradling her own elbow gingerly. Mirabel was off to the side, assessing the damage. Thankfully, the food had been spared, but otherwise the kitchen looked like a tornado had passed through it.

Judging by Pepa’s erratic breathing, this wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. She leaned against the counter, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white, and squeezed her eyes shut. A breeze batted around the loose tendrils of her hair as she tried desperately to calm herself.

“Antonio was helping you with the donkeys?” She repeated weakly, fanning her face with her hand.

Luisa nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. It was his idea actually. He figured it would be easier to corral the donkeys if he talked to them rather than having me carry them around town.” She stretched her arm carefully, groaning after a point. “I ran into him after finishing up moving the bridge, again, and he could see my shoulder was hurting me, so he volunteered to take care of the donkeys himself.”

Julieta let out a soft gasp, covering her open mouth with her hand. “You got hurt, Lu? Why didn’t you say anything, querida?” Turning around, she rummaged around the basket by the door and fished out a buñuelo. “Here.” She held it out towards her daughter.

Luisa shrugged, accepting the proffered food and taking a bite. She gave her arm another tentative stretch, sighing in relief when she could actually stretch it all the way. “Thanks, mamá. I guess I didn’t think it was that bad? I figured I’d just take some of your food later, like I always do,” she added as an afterthought.

“Like you always-“ Julieta started incredulously, but was interrupted by Pepa holding up her hand.

“Luisa, I’m sorry you got hurt, and you shouldn’t be trying to hide it, but right now my son is missing.” She clapped her hands to emphasize her point. “Can we continue this conversation after we’ve found him?”

Julieta nodded her acquiescence, but her lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll talk about this later, Luisa,” she said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let’s go find Antonio.”

Haphazardly, the Madrigals made their way outside and followed Luisa as she led them through town.

“Okay, last I saw him was by señor Martinez’s house, but he was heading towards the runaway donkeys, which were by the church,” Luisa narrated to herself, turning decisively to the right.

“It makes a lot more sense for Antonio to deal with them, seeing as he can just talk to them,” Mirabel commented. “Why did anyone even think it was a good idea to make you haul them around on your back when Antonio could just convince them to go home?”

“Because they are tontos who don’t think, just like they can’t fix that stupid gate once and for all so the donkeys stop getting out in the first place,” Pepa muttered under her breath darkly, nostrils flaring as she continued marching under her heavy cloud.

“Ay, Pepa, don’t speak like that,” Alma scolded halfheartedly. “We should be kind to our neighbors.”

“They can start by being kind and not sending my children on fool’s errands. Then I’ll reconsider striking their yards with a lightning bolt. Idiotas…” Pepa kept up a steady stream of curses and insults under her breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“She has a point, mamá.” Julieta placed her hand on Alma’s shoulder gently. “That gate has been loose for ages and no one has bothered to fix it. Wouldn’t it be much easier to fix it once than to ask us to bring the donkeys back all the time?”

“The town has kind of been taking advantage of the Madrigal gifts now that they’re back,” Agustín pointed out quietly. “Running to the family for help anytime something goes even slightly wrong. I try not to, but even I go to Julieta more often than I should.” He looked down in shame.

“Shh, amor, it’s not your fault you’re so allergic to bees.” Julieta patted his cheek affectionately. “Or that you keep finding them.”

“They’re everywhere!”

“He is right though.” Félix spoke up. He held Pepa protectively in his arms as they walked. “How many times do people ask for Luisa’s help instead of trying to figure out another way? And how often would people beg Bruno for visions rather than just plan their lives? Or ask you to heal the smallest of injuries? I get that paper cuts can be annoying but they’re not so bad to need magical healing, ¿eh?” He raised his hands with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“I suppose you’re right…” Alma trailed off, frowning.

“And what about Isa, having to conjure up plants all the time?” Mirabel chimed in. “Or Camilo, pulling babysitting duty constantly? Dolores, always having to keep an ear out for news? And poor tía Pepa! Anytime the weather isn’t what people want, she’s expected to make it up. ‘Make it sunny, make it rain, we don’t care how, just make it happen!’” She imitated mockingly. “Is it any wonder she made a hurricane on her wedding day?”

“I’m about to make a hurricane right now if we don’t find Antonio soon,” Pepa threatened. “Luisa, he has to have brought the donkeys back by now. Why don’t we check back there?”

“Good idea, tía,” she responded, but exchanged an uneasy glance with her mother, eyes darting towards the lightning now lining Pepa’s cloud. Clearly the two agreed that it would not be a good idea to bring Pepa within striking distance of the donkeys’ enclosure.

By this point, night had begun to fall. Pepa’s anxiety became even more palpable; wringing her hands and breaking away from the group, walking briskly in front of them. She stopped abruptly, narrowly avoiding another multi-Madrigal collision. “Dolores. Can you try to hear where he is?”

Dolores furrowed her brow. “I can try. It’s noisy tonight though. I’ll need to focus.”

“Please, Lola.” Pepa begged, shaking her shoulder. “I realize we ask too much of you, of each other really, but this is important.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I just said it’s noisy.” Dolores closed her eyes and screwed up her face, concentrating. “I can make out his voice. It’s coming from that direction.” She pointed.

“By the river?” Alma sounded doubtful. “Why would he go there?” A shadow passed over her face.

Dolores shrugged. “It can be a nice place to go think.”

“You like to go there too?” Isabela asked her curiously.

Dolores nodded. “Wait, ‘too’? You go to the river?”

“I like to look at the plants. Ones I don’t have to create. They’re beautiful.”

“It’s calm and peaceful there,” Julieta said. “Away from the hustle and bustle of town…”

“No one telling you how to feel...”

“No one telling you what to do…”

“You can just…exist.” Mirabel exhaled.

Alma stared at all of them in turn. “Are you telling me all of you like to go to the river? And you never ran into each other?”

“I’d go when I didn’t hear anyone there,” Dolores explained.

“I preferred to go in the early mornings,” Julieta admitted.

“And I’d go late at night,” Pepa added.

“I’d go when people were too busy to notice I was gone.” Isabela shrugged.

“Me too, except it was easier for me. No one really cared if I was gone.”

A heavy silence hung after Mirabel’s admission.

“Mira…” Julieta brushed the hair out of her face. “You know that’s not true, right? Of course we care. Ay, after Casita fell, I almost died of worry.” She shuddered at the memory.

“I know, mamá.” Mirabel smiled at her reassuringly. “Things were different before though.”

“As much as I love this touching moment, can we go find Antonio now?” Pepa cut in, a frantic edge to her voice. “It’s dark, and he’s all by himself.” She started walking again, and the rest followed suit.

“Maybe not.” Dolores tilted her head towards the river. “Someone is with him. I hear him talking with Antonio.”

“Ay, Dios…” Pepa ground her teeth. “Mi pobrecito Antonio, out there all alone with no one to protect him.”

“From tío Bruno?” Dolores laughed. “That’s who’s with him, you know.”

“Wait.” Everyone did a double take. “He’s not with us?”

“How did we all miss that?” Agustín wondered.

“He wasn’t with us at home either,” Félix observed.

“I guess we’re not used to him being back yet?” Mirabel offered in explanation. “Since none of us noticed he wasn’t here?”

“He also liked to sneak off before he…” Alma cleared her throat. “Sometimes I thought his gift was invisibility, the way he’d just disappear.”

Pepa pressed on, undeterred. “Come on, guys. We’re almost there.”

“You heard the lady!” Félix waved his hand as he bounded over the hill and joined Pepa in running down to the riverbank.

Antonio was indeed there, with some very strange company. Bruno sat on the ground, cross-legged, and an assortment of creatures surrounded them. Half a dozen rats danced on what appeared to be a makeshift stage. A couple capybaras were chilling in the water. And, as always, Antonio’s jaguar, Parce, lounged lazily nearby.

“Antonio!” Pepa exclaimed, nearly tackling the child as she enveloped him in her arms.

“Mamá! What are you doing here?” Antonio asked curiously.

“Ay Toñito, we’ve been looking for you for so long! You missed dinner, and it’s dark out now.” She peppered his face with kisses aggressively, pulling away suddenly. “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t realize it had gotten so late,” Antonio defended, wiping his face off with his arm. “Tío Bruno and I came down here after I finished helping Luisa with the donkeys- which took like half an hour. Those donkeys sure are stubborn!” He shook his head in disbelief. “Anyway, I ran into tío Bruno who was coming down here and wanted me to join him.”

Pepa blinked slowly, eyes drifting from one to the other, trying to absorb all this information. “And the animals?” She asked weakly.

“They just follow me around wherever I go,” Antonio stated matter-of-factly. “Check it out, tío Bruno wrote a new play, and we’ve been rehearsing it together!”

“We?” Félix asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Me and the animals, of course. Well, I’m mostly helping tío Bruno direct, but I think the rats have a good grasp on their parts now.”

The older Madrigals stifled a laugh at his precociousness.

“That’s great, Antonio!” Mirabel smiled at him encouragingly.

“Do you guys want to see?” He looked up at them expectantly. Bruno swiveled around to join him as the rats continued tap dancing across the stage.

“We-“ Everyone looked around, unsure how to respond. Luckily, they were spared the trouble.

Camilo’s stomach gurgled loudly. “Antonio, hermanito, you aren’t the only one who missed dinner. We kind of all missed dinner looking for you.”

“Milo!” Pepa looked at him reproachfully.

“What? It’s true! I’m not supposed to say things that are true? Obviously we were gonna look for you if you’re missing, but we did all miss dinner.”

“He is right, tía.” Luisa spoke up, almost bashfully. “It’s way past dinnertime.”

“Maybe we should all head back and eat,” Julieta suggested. “Then you can show us the play once all our tummies are full.”

“Okay…” Antonio started walking reluctantly. “Come on, Parce.” He waved the jaguar over.

“Oh, he is not coming back with us,” Pepa proclaimed. “Absolutely not.”

“But mamááá, he doesn’t want to be away from me. He’s like my pet.”

“Some people have dogs. You have a jaguar.” Pepa shook her head, rubbing circles over her temples. “Fine,” she relented finally. “But he is not sitting with us at the table.”

“Of course not,” Antonio agreed.

Pepa blinked, not expecting this to be so easy. “Good,” she said firmly.

“He’s too big to fit anyway,” Antonio reasoned. “Now the capybaras…”

“No animals at the table!”

“Not even the toucan?”

“Antonio!”

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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 month

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In what way are the Madrigals celebrities? I think you already have an actors au, so things artists or musicians?

It’s a whole mixed bag!

Just a bit of context: Alma (and Pedro) were not famous in any way, neither was anyone else in their families before the future generations. They didn’t have much money and Alma especially struggled after his passing with three babies and little support. Nowadays, she’s comfortably retired (though still currently in the family home) and very proud of her children/grandchildren.

Bruno is a famous playwright and director. He initially worked in Colombia, but when one of his shows reached major success and producers in Broadway were interested in staging a production there, he moved to America with his boyfriend, Alfonso. He hasn’t been able to meet up with the rest of the family much, but he still keeps contact with his mother and sisters.

Pepa is a competitive/professional dancer and met Félix (who is also a professional dancer) through competitions. They don’t compete as much by Antonio’s birth, but have definitely made guest appearance as judges and are very much local celebrities in town. They are also both very musical and encouraged a love for performing in all their children.

Julieta is the only one of the triplets to not have any celebrity status. She runs a bakery in town and still does. Agustín, however, does. She meet him through Pepa as he was her dance partner during their teenage years - Pepa later changed for Félix after they started dating.

Now, onto the grandkids!

We’ll start with Antonio as there isn’t much to say about him. He is still a child and is in school. He has no great plans for the future, but that’s understandable given his age just now.

Dolores is the only other grandkid still at home in Colombia. She is a music artist but doesn’t care about being famous, she just enjoys making music. Probably has a nice group of followers on social media, but nothing big. She’s made the odd cameo in a few telenovelas too - usually to sing.

Isabela was, albeit briefly, a model and telenovela actress in this AU’s variant of her “Señorita Perfecta years”. She was getting very successful before she mysteriously quit. It was like she completely disappeared from the world for a few years. She is now pursuing acrobatics and gymnastics competitively, always travelling and never in one place for too long.

Luisa, upon finishing high school, left Colombia to study performing arts in America for college. She later went abroad to do a year at Shakespeare’s Globe as part of her degree and found she preferred it. Once finishing college, she moved to London and made a name for herself as a West End actress. She has featured in a few television and films roles too. Probably the most successful in the family, after Bruno.

Camilo was very much inspired by Luisa, though he probably won’t admit it out loud. When he finished school, he went straight to America to try make it big as an actor. It hasn’t worked out well for him thus far. He’s had a few minor, background roles in lesser known projects. But I’m sure he’s doing fine and this hasn’t affected his self-esteem at all.

Mirabel followed Luisa to the UK when she moved there permanently; they live together. She had no ideas for fame but it is one of the best places for historical places/studying history. (She also didn’t want to be alone but that’s a different story). She’s at university for the most part, but as Luisa gets more successful, she becomes her sister’s unofficial stylist and embellishes everything herself by hand, accidentally getting a name for herself in the process.

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto celebrity au

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breannasfluff · 11 months

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Dolores & Mirabel 'it's the quiet ones you have to look out for'

Casita is quiet today. Normally, Pepa regards silence as a prelude to disaster, usually instigated by Camilo. If he wasn’t the cause of rainbows as often as tornadoes, she might have suspected he was a changeling. But today, Camilo is in town making eyes at his not-crush. Most of the family is out, actually; just Mirabel and Dolores spending cousin time together.

Pepa settles in her favorite hammock with a new book. A flick of her hand stirs the breeze and sets it swinging; the air rich with warm dirt and orchids. The calls of monkeys and birds fades into the background, lulling Pepa further into relaxation.

A water droplet lands on her page and she brushes it away absently. Then another. Hmm. She glances up, but there’s no rain cloud over her head. Instead, a drop lands on her forehead.

“What?”

Pepa puts the book aside and stands, examining the beams of the ceiling. Water is dripping steadier now, verging on a trickle. But the only thing above her is the—

Bathroom.

She’s running for the stairs, sliding on the tiles. The bathroom door is shut, but there’s a lot of noise from inside.

“Is something wrong?” She bangs on the door and the noise stops.

The door opens a crack and Mirabel peers out. “Hi tía, need something?”

“The floor ceiling downstairs is dripping.”

Mirabel’s smile brightens, which only drags Pepa’s down further. “Is it now? That’s odd? Must be condensation.”

“Mira, what is going on in there?”

“Nothing! Everything is fine; we’re fine.”

“We?” Who else does she have in there?

A muffled swat at Mirabel, judging by her huff, and Dolores’s face appears in the crack above her niece.

“Hello, Mamá.”

She tries again, because her daughter is the stable, dependable one. “There is water dripping downstairs. I was worried something happened?” She tries to peer over the girls’ heads, but they shift to block it.

Sweet, gentle Dolores, looks her in the eye and says with a straight face, “You’re imagining things. Go back to your book. Just…in the kitchen, to be safe.”

Then the door is slammed in her face.

Mierda. It’s always the quiet ones you need to watch out for.

#mirabel madrigal #encanto #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #encanto fanfiction #three sentence prompt

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incorrectcasita · 10 months

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Isabela : Fine! Judge all you want but… Isabela , points at Antonio : Married a lesbian. Isabela , points at Camilo: Left a man at the altar. Isabela , points at Dolores : Fell in love with a gay ice dancer. Isabela , points at Luisa: Threw a girl's wooden leg in a fire. Isabela , points at Mirabel : Lives in a box!

#isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa magridal #madrigal family #encanto #incorrect quotes #pride month #madrigal sisters #madrigal siblings #madrigal cousins

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casitafallz · 1 year

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LTRL AU | Photographic Reminders

Mirabel found herself back in her room, her mood soured but she…decided to keep proactive as she mulled in quiet anger by pulling out some of grey and white fabric and sat down by her machine. Knitting would be better, but she’d rather not test her patience with overly large needles and her mood at the same time.

Camilo’s repetitive snide prodding was annoying. While she knew she couldn’t talk him out of his distaste of her sister, she hoped he’d at least…try to keep his mouth more retrained around her…and Antonio for that matter as well. She didn’t want to hear it.

She didn’t want that…negativity.

Mirabel didn’t get too far into cutting the fabric along the pattern she had for a little hat—a knitted hat would be best for a…baby but she wanted to get this done quickly to show her sister support— before a knock at her door pulled her attention.

Mirabel sighed softly, “Come in.”

To her surprise, it was Abuela. Mirabel quickly set her fabric down and scissors in a manner that’d make it hard to see what her plans were—glad for one she hadn’t made paper notes on this. God forbid, Isabela would never give her for letting this slip.

“Are you okay, Mirabel?” Abuela asked, stepping in though she sounded…careful.

Mirabel nodded, swallowing down her frustrations, her fingers coming to pull at the white threading closer, “Si, Abuela.”

That didn’t convince Abuela by the expression on her face nor did it look that her hint for Abuela to leave didn’t land either as she came further in.

“I…heard you talking to Camilo, I was…worried.”

Of course, Abuela did, though Mirabel realized for a second… there was a huge chance Abuela could have heard what she and Dolores had talked with Luisa about. But… if Camilo hadn’t heard, then maybe they were spared that news drop? Mirabel desperately hoped so.

“It’s…nothing. I’m just…frustrated.”

“It didn’t sound like a new frustration, Mirabel. I am open for you to talk to if you need it?” this was less than an offer, more like a reminder Mirabel had from the last…deep talk Abuela had tried those months ago. The first time had been…nice to hear but now, it felt less…optional. Like

“You’ll just get mad at me, Abuela.” Mirabel stated quietly, “You won’t like what I have to say.”

“That’s not true, Mirabel.”

Mirabel inhaled deeply, “Really? Because any time anyone says or does something you don’t like, you get angry and they back down and do what you want.” She replied though winced at how it sounded but she couldn’t take back the words, even as Abuela blinked in surprise. “Sorry.”

Abuela came in further, though her expression became…puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

Mirabel exhaled angrily, the heat oddly simmering again under the surface. “You! Abuela, you! After my failure of a gift ceremony, I was a second-rate grandchild up until Isa hurt me and then I’m put in her place and she’s left living in the sewer about it.” She snapped, “And now, people keep telling me how I should feel when they don’t know how I actually feel. They think it’s their job to keep me safe when I can judge that myself.”

“They’re just looking out for you,” Abuela spoke, bypassing entirely the whole analogy involving Isa for now it seemed.

“I didn’t ask and I should have the right to do that. Isa’s not the only walking hazard if people keep referring to gifts and the dangers. Camilo can literally trick people into handing over goods or gain access to houses with deception if he decided to abuse his gift, and Luisa… well I don’t need to go into the risks she could pose by a light nudge… and Tia Pepa… she’s struck a lot of people with lightening…and hurt them but no one’s putting her in house arrest for it.” Mirabel stopped at the hand gesture Abuela gave.

“We deal with those instances as they come, Mirabel,” Abuela spoke if a little uneasy. “Camilo will never use his gift to hurt anyone or deceive them. He knows the punishments outweigh any rewards there.”

Mirabel wanted to point out more with Tia Pepa but… couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to use Tia’s gift when she clearly struggled with it still. “What is it about Isa’s gift that scares you so much?” Mirabel opted to go for it. “Is it that…she made them or that she can control them?”

“It’s a complicated answer, Mirabel.” Abuela deflected. “I thought her gift was wonderful, but all I saw was the roses, not the thorns.”

“Thorns are there to protect the rose, Abuela.” Mirabel pointed out, “I know i… I can’t convince you to let go of what’s holding you back with Isabela, but just…can’t you allow me to make my own choices in regard to my sister? I know now the risks I’m taking.”

“Aren’t you scared of her? That she could do that again.”

“Anyone is capable of anything, depending on the moment. I…I’m not over my fear of her but… I won’t let my fear of her keep me from her.” Mirabel carefully spoke, “It’s taken me months…to want to be around her to try and get through it. I think… I heard it was called ‘Exposure Therapy’?” She wasn’t entirely sure but Dolores had mentioned it from someone in town who once had a fear of dogs, and bought of puppy that they were now smittened with like it was their own kid. It was a…logical assumption she could do the same… sort of.

“Don’t you want your family to look out for you? Your parents? Me?”

“Not at the expense of the family, Abuela. Not when they’re got their own problems they’ve not talked about. I don’t know what’s happened with Mama but she seems a little out of it. Luisa’s…upset because of what you asked of her—”

“I had—“

“Abuela, please let me talk. Otherwise, I won’t.” Mirabel gave her Abuela a firm look though with a short nod, Abuela let her continue. “I don’t want to get involved with what happened in that regard. You had your reasons, Isa has her, Luisa was stuck in the middle and I have nothing to do with it.” Mirabel hadn’t tried to get too involved in that either. She’d much rather handle herself right now whenever Isa was involved in any shape or form. “What I’m saying is… everyone is dealing with problems. I know how to handle mine.” Mirabel finished softly. “Let me be angry or scared on my terms, I will talk to Isa on my terms; she can respect that.”

Abuela's lips pursed tightly, her posture tense. “She could have killed you, Mira.”

“And it took that for you to actually care about me.” Mirabel recoiled from the harshness of her words though Abuela stiffened up, looking positively offended.

“Mirabel,” her voice dropped of all warmth.

“Mirabel,” Another voice echoed through the door, enough for Mirabel to take that lifeline away and Casita opened it to see her mother in the doorway.

Julieta’s face was…as tired as Mirabel remembered, her hair coming a little out from it’s bun but Mirabel happily pulled her into a hug. Her mother’s arms were slow and carefully on her sides but she enjoyed her hugs even if it felt like she was treating her like fragile glass.

“Do you still need help with the decorations?” Mirabel hoped, pulling back.

“You’re cousins are still working on it, I could do with some help with setting the table.”

“Okay.” Though without a backward look, Mirabel let her mother lead her away from Abuela’s silent mood because she was not for pushing anymore. Abuela had certainly heard her but…would she listen was another matter.

Bruno couldn’t help himself as he hurried back towards Casita, his mind mulling on the new information he had and…he felt happy. It was an odd feeling and he wasn’t sure how long it would last but… he couldn’t help himself as he made his way through the bustling party of the night and the box in his hand was certainly a treasure he wasn’t just going to let slip.

Casita opened willingly for him, the family was about but he found one of his sisters easily who lay across against her husband’s side.

“Pepa, get Juli and meet me in my room. I’ve got something to show you and I can’t wait!”

Pepa’s face turned bemused at his antics, her cloud above her head only a light fog with a light patch of a rainbow which still indicated she was still happy, despite her confusion. He’d take that for now.

“Ay, you should go.” Felix encouraged happily, “I’ve never seen Bruno this pumped for anything unless he’s downed all the coffee and wants to show you some new rat tricks.”

Bruno blew his brother-in-law a raspberry.

“Fine, but I don’t want to stay away for too long.” Pepa begrudgingly rose to her feet, detangling from Felix’s limbs as well but Bruno grinned at her and hurried back towards his room.

He set the box down on the side, the candles in the room lit up with a more pleasing warmth in his good mood and grabbed the stools and set them up in a little circle and waited. His hands felt dry and he knocked softly on the wooden bedside.

“Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood.” He whispered to himself, the familiar notion settling the slight nerve of anxiety in his gut until his door finally opened.

“Bruno,” Julieta’s voice was soft, “what do you have to show us?” the edge of wanting to leave was not present, but he could feel her reluctance was enough of that statement but he didn’t let that linger. Nope.

“Take a seat.” He encouraged, his hands coming to pick up the box he had. “So, you know I wasn’t at lunch earlier, Señora Rojas invited me into her store.”

“My mother-in-law?” Julieta’s eyebrows shot up, “Why did you go? You don’t know her.”

Bruno shrugged, “Curiosity… and I’m super glad I did because I…learned so much.”

“You picked up sewing?” Pepa settled most, leaning back in her chair.

“Only from Mirabel.” Bruno waved that excuse off. “She wanted to talk to me and we did but… did you know that… she knew Papa.”

That pulled both his sister’s full attention onto him as he hoped. Pepa’s cloud darkened a little and Julieta’s smile vanished, both brown and green eyes set onto him with a more serious edge.

“What?”

“Agustín’s Mama knew our Pa. They grew up in the same street!” He smiled, “She told me all of these stories about him and… and took me to a few others that knew the Madrigal family. Pa moved out of the street to live with Mama closer to the edge of town.” Bruno waffled as he set the box down. “One person has a lot of photos. The photographer’s family used to take a lot of photos of people in town to test out their new invention. Our Pa’s family were a few that volunteered to help so… there’s a good few of them that’s survived this long.”

Inside, there were eighteen photos. A third of them were barely eligible, too much light or too little light, three looked to show faint outlines of movement in slow-capture—as Señor Acevedo had explained—but the others were more intact and easy to see.

“Should…should we take this to Ma?” Julieta asked carefully, her eyes flickering towards the door as she watched him pull out the little stack.

“No, because she never talks about our Pa. She’ll just take this away and I want to talk about him.” Bruno decided, surprising a little himself of his vindication but… this felt right. If Ma never wanted to talk to them about their Pa, then they should find out more about him from other people. “We deserve to know him, don’t we? The other Madrigals that didn’t make it here?”

Both his sisters shared a look and Pepa’s cloud darkened even more but Pepa’s resolve crumbled first. “It would be nice.”

Bruno passed her the first photo: Their grandparents, Papa and Tia, but in this photo, their Tia was four years old and crying her eyes out on their grandmother’s lap. Their father, six years old stood solemnly at his father’s side, holding his hand and a book hugged to his chest. “This is our Tia, Luciana Isabela Madrigal. She’s two years younger than our Pa. Our grandparents—ooh you know he’s a red head!”

Alma had wondered where her triplets had gone to. Both Agustín and Felix were drinking together and no sign of their wives but Felix had mentioned they were talking to Bruno. Alma couldn’t ask Dolores for his location… for some reason, Pepa had neglected to inform her what punishments she had given Dolores for her part in Isabela’s secret affair behind their back, being grounded was clearly not part of it. It seemed Dolores had once again opted to go with the Guzman’s for the nightly celebrations for Novenas. Why were members of her family disappearing off?

Novenas were a family celebration.

They should be here in Casita. A home big enough for them all.

Alma knew it’d be best to invite both the Rojas and the Castillo to Casita for the 24th for certain. Maybe Isabela would actually put the effort in to be here than wallow in her shame. Her actions could be ignored in favor of the family for the time being. It’d be nice to have a reasonable holiday after such a horrible year.

After which, it would be Camilo’s 16th birthday in the four days following Nochebuena. Another celebration but also the day of pranks. Very fitting for the boy’s antics.

“Casita, where’s Bruno?”

The answer was swift as Casita shifted their tiles along and up to the steps. His room. She should have checked there first. At least she didn’t have to worry about him in the walls, now it’s blocked off and plastered up.

Her feet guided her swiftly up and away, from the laughing voices of Camilo and Mirabel and along toward’s Bruno’s tower.

She paused, if for a moment as she noticed only five steps remained up to his door instead of the fifteen she was well acquainted with. Alma pondered in it if only for a moment before she knocked once and opened the door.

All three triplets were inside, Pepa jumped the most, her thunder almost striking Julieta though all three stopped their conversation and hurriedly began to shove what they had into the box.

“Mama, can’t you wait until you’re invited before you walk in? That’s becoming a bad habit.” Pepa huffed, straightening up though her cloud rumbled with her annoyance.

“I knocked and unlike my daughters, there’s little chance to walk in on you in the marital bed.” She had learned swiftly with her daughters in that respect.

“Doesn’t make it okay, Ma.” Bruno stared. “As an adult, I want you to respect my privacy and personal boundaries, so please knock and wait like everyone else. Otherwise, I’ll install a lock on my door like what Señora Rojas has done.”

Alma sniffed but nodded nonetheless. It hardly changed much in the grand scheme of things. “Why are you all here? The party is downstairs.”

The looks between were so familiar, the looks they often gave when they had no excuse and were caught doing something they shouldn’t. Which, nowadays, was now the next generation that held those looks and expressions. She hadn’t expected that from her children now.

“What have you done?”

“Nothing. It’s a conversation between us triplets.” Bruno answered, coming to his feet but something flew off his lap, and onto the floor, enough for her to see it was a photograph.

Her head tilted but she was quick to get it before any of her children could, holding it away before Pepa could grab it which only indicated this was important and secret. She wasn’t ready for more secrets. Not now.

“What is this?”

“That’s a gift!” Bruno hissed, “Careful!”

Alma gave her son a look, though held a hand up to stop either of her daughters from going for this. At first, it was mostly just dark color but she could pick out the faces soon enough. It took a second before she felt her chest pause as she noticed the familiar face. Her eyes rose sharply to Bruno. "What is this?” her tone was cool, “Why do you have a photo of your father here? How did you get this?”

Bruno held his head high. “I went into town and asked people.” His tone was oddly confident, “I had no idea people in town knew him. It never even occurred to me beforehand until I was having a friendly conversation with an elder in town.”

Julieta made a soft snort in the back of her throat.

Alma didn’t lift her gaze off him. They had…gone into town and… spoke to people? She couldn’t fathom why he’d do that at all at a time like this? How could…he even ask for such a thing from people who barely knew Pedro? Most had only really met when they had fled. If they were asking, then people would surely think she was callous to not speak of their father when she had done. The family had enough rumors as it was, she didn’t need anything tied to herself.

“You shouldn’t have needed to bother people at Novenas when they’re already dealing with personal family celebrations. I’ve told you plenty about your father and what he did for all of us. What he meant to all of us.”

“But we don’t know him.” Pepa gritted out tightly, “You don’t talk about him so how can we see him for him or care as much as you about him? We were babies when you lost all of this.” Her hand gestured to the three of them and then over the photographs. Her clouds thundering with her words “We don't know what we've missed so don’t get angry when we just want to know more about our family that you were unwilling to share with his own children.”

That stung hitting far deeper than Alma even expected in terms of her lost beloved. She knew that pain far too easily as it sat with her like a constant reminder. A companion through her journey but not one of choice, when it’s truth, was always there. Her husband was gone and the family she had made with her in-laws was snatched away long before that. Either dead or scattered, she couldn’t know as they had fled without burning distant time by checking. She had been safe knowing Pedro was with her, that she had all she needed with him beside her.

“Knowing he’s a great man is one thing,” Bruno carried on fidgeting, “but it would have been nice to know he disliked Bollo de Mazorca or wasn’t fond of the way you bent the edges of a book’s page to mark your spot…”

Alma’s head tilted softly though she felt the bristle at one such false fact. “Pedro loved Bollo de Mazorca I made for him.” She knew that because he always smiled and thanked her for the meals she gave him at work before they kissed and she’d return home for a rest. The pregnancy with the triplets had been harder for her to get out and continue her daily traditional of giving him his lunch but she made do to keep on that.

“Agustín believes that I think he likes Tajadas de Plátano but that doesn’t mean he turns the side dish down then it’s at the table. He’ll often have Mirabel take from off his plate when he thinks I haven’t seen.” Julieta spoke, “I…enjoy his attempts to try and enjoy even what he doesn’t like in what I make.” Her smile was soft, her eyes far away.

But that didn’t make Alma feel too happy. Pedro had lied to her? What was it that he disliked? Her preparation? The texture? She could hardly fathom him throwing it out. He complimented her skills in the kitchen whenever he saw her cooking so… why did he not say anything?

“Ma,” Bruno’s voice pulled her back to the moment,

Though Alma realized that tears had formed in her eyes, her hand came to brush them away. “I thought he liked my cooking.”

“Ma, he only kept eating Bollo de Mazorca because you made them for him.” Bruno spoke, “I think he loved all the effort you put into it to not dissuade you. Can’t you see that just makes him more…human? Someone with likes and dislikes… you know all the quirks and habits he had. We don’t.” Bruno looked down. “All we have are hollow stories.”

Alma sucked in a shallow breath. Hollow stories. She hated that phrase with a severe passion…but she could see the weight he had put into it; what it meant for them. She didn’t want to talk about him. It resurfaced the same pain but…with the desire for him and the longing that came with missing his presence.

“I…I can’t.” Alma admitted, “It’s…too painful to talk about him.”

“Ma,” Julieta moved from her stool. “Can’t you…try? Share that burden and pain with all of us?”

Alma shook her head. “It’s not a weight I want you to have.”

Pepa’s cloud thundered a little, breaking the second of silence before she picked up a photograph and held it in front of her face. Alma lent back immediately, her hand grabbing Pepa’s wrist to force it back a little.

“We lost our entire family that day except you, Mama. Everyone knows what mood I’m in and judged me on that, Julieta’s got a mess happening between her daughters, and Bruno’s lived in the walls of our own home for ten years. What weight can’t we handle, Ma?” Pepa fired swiftly, “We’re your children, your family now. That should matter more. I’ve only now come to realize that importance with Dolores and my sons.”

Alma couldn’t meet Pepa’s eye, her gaze lingering on the photo of Pedro of his 6th year of life and…unaware that he had only 20 years left. Her hand let go of Pepa’s wrist, pulling the photograph free of her fingers. He looked so small and serious in this picture. Always did when he was taken away from what he wanted to do. His grip on his book seemed to indicate why.

“He wanted to read,” Alma stated, not looking up from the picture. “He only ever got this serious was…when he was interrupted and had to follow his father’s instructions… Something you two of did when you were younger when you’re interrupted.” Pepa was the odd one out and went straight into a tantrum.

She supposed… she could share a little. For them.

The night had progressed and it was bittersweet but for the best as Mama finally let down a few of her walls. Enough to talk about Papa and what she knew of the other Madrigals but it wasn’t without the feeling she was still holding back. Something that Bruno hoped was a start to get her opening up... and to actually talk as a mother to children than Matriarch to children.

Mama had left with a few photographs but Bruno had been careful to keep the rest safe and in a box before they all went their separate ways. His sisters to their husbands, Mama to the party and Bruno just went to bed.

But as light and as happy as he was, the headache had had didn’t vanish. Even as he threw salt, prayers, and knocked on wood, it didn’t get better as te night went on.

The headache had only grown as Bruno had tried to sleep, the ticking and trickling swirls of the future were calling until he found himself sipping out of his bed in a huff and trudged through his sand wall; letting it rain over him and down, the sand dune down forming into steps down until it got to the stairs up. But, since his return, there were considerably less steps than before, but enough he felt no particular desire to go up so, he opted for the easy route.

He stepped up to the step-up entry then snapped his fingers twice and under him, the slab rose like an elevator, not touching the sides to risk hitting the steps that lined all the way up until finally, he reached the top.

It descended way after him, not that he cared too much on the way down, and hurried towards his vision cave as the pain and green began to grow behind his eyes like a warm, pressure.

He found the incense quickly and kicked away the vision shards he hadn’t wanted to remove from the pit and with a handful of salt over his shoulder, he sunk into the familiar ritual of his vision.

The sand began to rise, filtering with green as he pushed his energy out into it, lessening the burden of his mind before he let himself pull what awaited him.

There were flickers of many things, like Mirabel sewing in her room or Agustín tripping over a plant pot, accidentally pulling Julieta down with him which seemed to make her smile. A newborn baby boy staring up from his birthing bed looking shocked to be in the world—nothing on the mother as she was obscured by the backs of other people around her assisting.

Bruno had no idea what that was about but another future called, something closer. Soon.

Isabela in town’s plaza and close to the renovating church, a sidewards’s view that changed as she moved, her arm shooting out before vines sprung up through town—wrapping up and pulling a figure from his spot towards her.

“No!” Not again.

The future faded into a pool of sand as the emerald formed, though his heart thudded in his chest as he stared at the image.

This was the third quarterback view, Isabela’s back mostly at them, but her posture wasn’t changed, her arm out but this time… the vines were wrapped around Camilo. A tilt though turned the image subtly but no less horrifyingly; Antonio instead in the vines.

What…could have pushed Isabela to do this, this time? Bruno had no idea… but there were a lot of missing pieces.

He just wished it gave him and time and a date….because clearly, nothing was going to end well if he couldn’t interfere, as futile as it was. He couldn’t let that happen to his sobrino just as much as he couldn’t let Isa do something without a reason. She couldn’t possibly be attacking, could she?

#encanto #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #felix madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #pedro madrigal #luisa madrigal

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Isa prompt: Isabela and Dolores have a talk about being the eldest? Thank youu <333

"Mirabel's driving me crazy!" Isabela hissed, wringing out the wet dish-towel. It was hers and Dolores's turn on wash-up after dinner and if anyone would understand her woes, surely it was her fellow eldest sibling.

Dolores hummed, putting some of the glasses away.

"She's always in the way," Isabela huffed, scrubbing at a rather insistent food stain. "She can't ever just leave things alone."

Mirabel thought she had it so hard without a Gift, but at least she was allowed to do what she wanted and go where she wanted. Abuela wasn't always breathing down her neck, she didn't have the town watching her...

Dolores delicately plucked the now sparkling plate from Isabela's hands and began to dry it, her eyebrows raised. She didn't look judging or annoyed, but her stare silenced Isabela all the same.

"You think you have it bad," Dolores said quietly, her lips beginning to twitch up into a slight smile. "I have to deal with Camilo."

"I don't- I just-" Isabela's mouth snapped shut and she sighed in defeat. "Okay. You win."

#answers #prompts #camilo madrigal is a little shit #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela my beloved #encanto #asks #encanto fanfic #the joys of being the eldest sibling

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lady-vixen-17 · 2 years

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Clarity {Chapter 2 - Who You Are}

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Description: She really should have thought this through more, but she didn’t really have much room to think when Antonio spoke about Y/n so positively. And she fit so perfectly into her family’s dynamic it seemed so natural, so… meant to be.

“Happy birthday Mirabel!” The now 16 year old reeled back at the sudden appearance of Y/n and Antonio. The younger was on Y/n’s back, arms raised as he smiled happily at the slightly startled girl. “Gracias, Hombrecito, Y/n” the older girl smiled and held up a bag so that Antonio could grab it. “We got you a present! Can you open it now?” Mirabel fauxed a serious face and reached for the bag.

“Hmmm I don’t know… mamá might be upset she’s not the first gift giver of today” Antonio pouted and slumped forward, bag thumping against Y/n’s side and his arm dropped sadly, his head settled on top of Y/n’s defeatedly. “Aright alright alright, just this one time okay” Mirabel laughed at the excitement that took over Antonio’s features as he sat up straight once more, the sudden shift caused Y/n to stumble back slightly to keep her and Antonio balanced. “Heard from a amiguito that someone is quite artsy in fashion” Mirabel looked up at the two before her with a bright smile.

“Is that so? And who gave away my secrets?” Mirabel raised a brow as Antonio giggled, holding the bag once more. “Y/n if you’re going to be here come help out!” A role of streamer hit the back of Y/n’s leg and she turned her head to the the owner of the voice. Camilo stood at the front entrance, box of decorations in one arm, and his other tossed up a roll of navy blue paper.

“Camilo! She came to visit me not help decorate!” Y/n held in a laugh and kneeled to the ground, and Antonio reluctantly got off of her back. “It won’t be long Antonio” sighing dramatically Antonio nodded. “Fine but can you dance with me first?” Y/n nodded quickly and pat Antonio’s head. “Of course mí amiguito”

“Hey I thought I was always going to be your first dance” Antonio giggled before turning back to Mirabel as Y/n picked up the rolled up streamer, tossing it in the air quietly as she neared Camilo.

“Mhm. You are” Antonio moved next to Mirabel’s side and grasped her hand tightly, he look up to the birthday girl with a smile. “But” Antonio leaned into Mirabels side as Camilo yelling out in surprise caught both their attention, followed but a few different laughters.

Casita waved its door as Camilo stumbled forward from the smack the door gave him, he turned to the door offended before he was smacked on the back of the head by a rolled up streamer. “I didn’t want Y/n to be sad” Antonio spoke quietly before he looked back to Mirabel. “Anyways you have to open your gift now!”

Y/n’s energy stayed high most of the night, she danced with anyone and everyone, starting with Antonio as he was quick to pull her to the dance floor shortly after the music started. She drifted to Camilo when he teasingly stepped in steal a dance with Y/n to annoy Antonio. The two danced for a song or two before Félix decided to school his son on proper dance moves. It was at that point Y/n decided she’d be the judge of the best dancer and dragged Pepa out to the dance floor with laughter.

The older woman rolled her eyes but nonetheless fell into rhythm and danced with Y/n, twirling her out with a smile as Y/n giggled in happiness. When the song finished she curtsied and nodded her head in a amusing matter. Mirabel filtered to Y/n’s side, Antonio in tow. “So who’s the best dancer Amiga” Mirabel questioned as the younger boy jumped up on the balls of his feet excitedly. Y/n hummed in thought before she was cut off by Antonio reaching forward and tugging her and.

“You forgot Dolores!” Y/n’s attention was quickly on Antonio as he dragged her towards an area away from the music, and Mirabel followed closely behind. A small skip in her step as she thanked people for the birthday wishes. “Oh no… it’s probably too loud.” Antonio shook his head and stopped before Dolores. “Just a dance” Y/n looked up to Dolores from Antonio. Her eyes lighting up excitedly.

“The music doesn’t bother me too much now”Antonio let go of Y/n’s hand and reached for Dolores, grabbing her hand and pulling her to stand up.

“Come on Toñito, we should get some snacks while the good stuff is still out!” Antonio nodded quickly and gently pushed Dolores in Y/n’s direction. “I guess we dance tonight amiga” Y/n spoke quietly and Dolores hummed, following after Y/n to the dance floor.

“Sorry to interrupt” Y/n stopped walking turned around, peering over the taller girls shoulder at a voice Dolores was overly familiar with. “But I was wondering if I could cut in and have this dance amor” Dolores turned completely and looked up to Mariano, a small forced smile tugging at her lips as she looked to the hand extended to her. Taking a breath Dolores slowly reached a hand forward, ready to grasp Mariano’s hand to be whisked away to a dance.

Her hand was pushed down quickly and grasped tightly, a presence beside her as she watched Mariano’s features turn to confusion. His eyes shifting to her right.

“Lo siento amigo! First come first serve” warmth was pressed into Dolores side and she looked towards her right at Y/n as she smirked up at Mariano. “One dance then you can have your novia back” a soft chuckle left Mariano and he smiled as he nodded his head. “Since you’re pretty good amigas, just this once Perez” Mariano smiled in amusement and waved a finger at Y/n, the younger girl stuck out her tongue, her hand that pushed Dolores hand down lacing loosely with the Madrigals hand.

Y/n quickly pulled Dolores back to the dance floor before she spun the Madrigal into her side, she laughed quietly as Dolores shook her head with a smile. Feet stumbled over feet and Dolores looked down a moment to orientate herself with the steps Y/n was attempting to lead Dolores in. When she stumbled once more Y/n smirked.

“You really do have two left feet Dol” Dolores’ ears perked up at the use of her family’s nickname for her and honey doe eyes looked curiously at Y/n. “Lo siento, Dolores. ‘Milo and Toñito call you Dol a lot it just sli-” Y/n was twirled roughly and she bit her tongue as she was pulled back towards Dolores to keep herself from yelling out in surprise, Dolores stifled a laugh and pulled Y/n close, leading a quick sequence of steps she remembered Félix doing with Pepa a few songs ago. “I’m not as bad at dancing as you think” Dolores purposely stepped on Y/n’s foot causing her to stumble slightly and she received a light pinch to the wrist in turn.

“But… Dol is fine mí Luna” Y/n stumbled over her foot work and she quickly looked to her feet to straighten her step sequence out before she looked back up at Dolores. Amused honey eyes greeted her and she huffed out an annoyed breath. “Mi sol, warm and deceiving… she’s pretty hot also” it was Dolores turn to stumble over her steps and Y/n took this opportunity to pull Dolores into a spin before dipping her as the song ended. “You know…. burn… sun burn?”

Dolores huffed out an amused laugh before Y/n pulled her to stand up straight once more. “Alright Mariano, I’ll stop hogging mi amiga, would you like to step in?” A sudden hand was thrust into Dolores peripheral vision and she turned her attention to Mariano’s hand. Reluctantly she reached forward.

Mariano dipped Dolores as the music came to a slow end and the Madrigal found amused doe eyes on her as she observed the world upside down. “Ever the romantic” the words were quiet and Dolores found her attention still on Y/n as she was pulled up. Brows furrowed as she watched the younger girl point to her mouth, tongue out as she muttered a quiet yuck.

Dolores hummed quietly and turned her attention to Mariano, when something became clear to her. Something she missed while dancing with Y/n. The flutter of her stomach and thrumming of her heart hardly pounded in her ears as she was pulled closer Mariano’s frame.

“Mi amor, I have something import I want to ask you, but your prima’s birthday might not be the best play to ask it” Dolores looked up and didn’t feel herself warming with the happiness she once did when she locked eyes with Mariano, and he looked at her with those admiring eyes, and spoke to her with that voice that she once loved.

Dolores froze mid step and put space between herself and Mariano quietly. “Mi vida?” Dolores flinched back and raised her hands to her ears as she stepped back further. “Lo siento, it’s too loud”

Too loud.

He’s too loud.

Everything is loud around him.

“I - I have to go take a moment. Lo siento”

#encanto dolores x reader #encanto dolores #Encanto dolores Madrigal x reader #Encanto dolores Madrigal #dolores Madrigal #dolores Madrigal x reader #Encanto x reader

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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I can see 10yr old!Camilo begging and crying for 10yr old!Mirabel to come back home after she left in the dead of night to follow her dreams of becoming a Champion and if anyone could have convinced her to stay it was him. But that’s the reason why she left in the dead of night, Camilo would have convinced her to stay in Encanto a prison that she needed to escape from before she started to resent her home, it didn’t matter if a new family member was on it’s way what matters is finding herself in the world that’s bigger than the village that Mira lives in.

Mirabel knew that leaving Encanto would put a strain on hers and Camilos friendship, but he has a gift and doesn’t know what it feels like to be forgotten and judged for not having a gift along with the privacy in a room that the Miracle provides. It’s the first time in a long time that she’s ever gotten to be selfish and she’s going to take it and run.

So sad <\\333 def tries to follow her at one point but he’s forced to stay. Not very kool if you ask me <\\333 let Camilo be the other trainer champ from the games 2k23 ‼️‼️

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto camilo #pokémon champion mirabel au #fun fact #I have never played a single Pokémon game #outside of Pokémon go #even the. I never played it for long #rip ihave not a clue about Pokémon or it’s lore #just that ash won after 25 years lmao

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I'm probably projecting here but the Madrigals (Luisa, Isabella, Dolores, Antonio, Maribel, and Camilo) give me very strong 'these kids are homeschooled' vibes. And as a person who has been homeschooled most of my life I'd like to weigh in on this headcanon. Especially since there's a lot of homeschool related stuff you only know if you've been taught at home:

Homeschool scheduling can be rather sporadic. Some days nothing happens and other days the Madrigals will be super busy doing everything and going to several classes and doing multiple activities.

The Madrigals are not constrained by a 9-3 school schedule, which means they can go to places on the weekdays when nothing is busy. This is a pretty big thing that the Madrigals absolutely have taken advantage of.

The Madrigals can take vacations whenever the adults decide. However, this is offset by the fact that the fact that they're constantly working. Summer vacation only is relevant because it's when all their public school friends are free.

Homeschooling often can be very similar to quarantine, as in the Madrigals can be spending all their time indoors with their family on some days (it happens a LOT). They get on each other's nerves more often than usual because of this, but they're also very close because oftentimes their cousin/sibling/family member is the only person they can talk to.

Homeschooling can be lonely, at least in terms of a social life. Sometimes the Madrigals are free when their friends are not. However, they can visit their homeschooled friends. They just gotta schedule it first because homeschooled kids often have different schedules.

On that note, homeschooled kids/teens often band together. It's a 'hey you're INSERT THING too?' situation. Plus, they're the only people who really understand the experience. Homeschooling parents do this too (I have seen a phone number transaction ehen two adults who had ONE conversation realized the other homeschools), so if the elder Madrigals meet other homeschooling parents they likely will try to set up playdates and stuff.

Homeschooling gatherings happen. They're basically a group event/playdate where all the homeschooling families hang out, mingle, and learn (usually it's in the form of a class, but sometimes it's social).

Camilo and MIrabel are likely taught together at the same time because they're the same age, and Isabella, Luisa, and Dolores are also taught together because they're similar ages.

Each of the adults teaches a different subject to the Madrigal teens/kids. They're all taught together if it's not a grade specific subject like math, language, or science.

There's very minimal separation between school life and home life, which can be a straight up nightmare. The younger Madrigals are basically being taught by their parents, which means if the teacher gets mad, the parents get mad. And vice versa-the parents are mad, your teacher is mad. Also, if one of the siblings/cousins does something wrong, it's much more possible everyone gets in trouble

Some days home life and school life are pretty much the same.

Alma teaches everyone but Mirabel how to use their gifts to serve the community. Isabella gets special classes because she seeks them out and is Alma's favorite.

Sometimes the Elder Madrigals pay for tutors. It's one of the only times the Madrigals experience the separation between home life and school life-but it's not a complete separation because the classes are most likely taught in Casita.

Homeschooling is not great for having a social life. But the Madrigals are very connected to their community, so it's likely that problem is minimal or nonexistent.

It's really frustrating but a lot of people think homeschoolers are stupid (I have quite a few stories that I may post later). That probably does affect the Madrigal's life a lot, because there's going to be people judging the decision to homeschool and thinking that it will bring the kids stupid or unable to function. Also, people will think the younger Madrigals are stupid once they find out they're homeschooled so it's likely they'll have to deal with people testing their knowledge on basic things (for me, it was 'do you know what 1/2 is' YES I DO). It likely will make them determined to succeed and do well so they can prove people wrong.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabella madrigal #luisa madrigal #madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #tw homeschooling #homeschooling #homeschool #tw covid #covid tw #tw favoritism #tw abuse #not really but i know some people may be triggered by this

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The Light of a Golden Moon

Chapter 27: The Light of a Golden Moon

Tía Pepa ftw.

The Light of a Golden Moon

Pepa sat with her husband on the sofa in their room. Félix was unusually gloomy since returning to Casita so Pepa recounted the story of Antonio’s judging of game the kids had been playing earlier. This at least elicited a smile and grunt from him. It was clear he had other things on his mind.

“Tell what you’re thinking, mi amor,” Pepa said as she stretched out on the sofa laying her head in his lap.

“I’m not really thinking, I’m remembering,” he said and gently stroked her hair.

“Oh?”

He nodded and then said, “I was almost three when we fled the village and I truthfully don’t remember much about that place. But the flight through the forest and across the river. The running. The feelings of impending doom, the sounds and smell of it…that’s what I got from the people we talked to tonight. Bits and pieces of that fear. Something terrible is happening outside.

Pepa looked up at the cloud forming above them. She did not want Félix to have to deal with that right now. Irritated, she blew at it as if it were a candle and the cloud immediately dissipated. Pepa just stared at the spot the cloud had recently vacated and caught Félix’s startled expression.

“You’ve learned something new, Corazón?” He asked still stroking her hair, “I like the tiny rainbows at the end, mi vida, nice touch.”

Pepa’s brow furrowed as she remembered the first time she’d done that. She was stuck at home with Mirabel just before Antonio was born. She’d fainted while working and Julieta told their mother, in no uncertain terms, there would be no work for her until the baby came. Her mother conceded but, only just, and had pulled Mira from school to wait on her. Now that Pepa thought about it, that happened far more than it should have. In fact, that week before Antonio came, the kids were getting ready for the spring festival. Mira was supposed to be playing her guitar in the school’s annual talent show. Camilo wasn’t participating that year as he was finishing schoolwork, he’d put off to play fútbol. Mira was sitting near a window looking out at the Encanto and could see the trees starting to bend in the winds she was inadvertently causing because of a contraction she was having.

“Are you alright Tía Pepa? Should I get Mamá?”

“No Mira, just a reminder of what’s to come.” Pepa closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the baby rolled.

“Oh, can I get you anything?”

“No, no,” she said as she twisted into a more comfortable position, “but why don’t you play the song you’ve been practicing? You have such a beautiful singing voice. Maybe it will settle this one,” she said pointing at her stomach. “I’ve only heard bits of it and I think I would love to hear you sing it all, if you don’t mind.”

Mira’s brow furrowed but she quickly stowed that away, smiled as she nodded and picked up her guitar.

A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea, mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.

Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora, ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora:

calla mientras la cuna se balancea, a la nanita nana, nanita ea.

A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea, mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.

“Ah that’s better,” Pepa said when she finished. “Mira, that was delightful. Put this little one right to sleep.”

“Thanks, Tía,” Mirabel said as she set the guitar down.

“Did your Mamá teach you that song?”

“No, I learned it from Abuela, she used to sing it to me when I was little and it just kinda stuck with me.”

More likely, Pepa thought, it was one of the last good memories she had of her Abuela. Pepa waved for Mirabel to come closer. She dutifully came over and knelt next to her. Pepa stroked Mira’s hair, she looked so much like her brother with Juli’s nose and said quite seriously, “Mira, are you really gonna be okay with there being a baby being in the nursery with you?”

Mirabel bit her lip but again she shrugged as she smiled and said, “Sure, I mean, I kinda always wanted a younger brother or sister…”

Pepa saw the hesitation when she answered that gave proof to the lie, but said, “I’m sure this little one will adore you completely. You’re sure to be their prima mayor perfecta.” Mira blushed and Pepa wondered then if Casita could create another room without the door already being there. Truth was nobody ever asked, or more rightly, Mamá never asked. “Well, I’m going make you a promise Corazón. I’ll keep this one,” she said as she waived a hand over her stomach, “in my room until I’m well and sure they will be able to sleep through the night. All you have to do is teach me that song, deal?”

Mirabel smiled and nodded. She picked up her guitar and sat on a cushion near where Pepa was sprawled on the sofa and played the first few chords. Pepa knew the song, but now, at least, her sobrina was no longer moping near the window, wishing she were anywhere else but here. Her irritation with her mother was causing a cloud to form above them and not wanting to get Mira all wet, Pepa blew at it, trying to shoo it away and was amazed when it immediately dissipated. She’d have to remember that trick. She smiled at Mira’s expression of wonder at that small feat of control and said, “Wow, that was amazing Tía. Didja see? Right at the end, there were tiny rainbows chasing away the cloud.”

Pepa came out of her memory when she heard her husband ask, “Pepi, you still in there?”

“Hmmm? Oh, sorry Félix, just remembered something.” Pepa got off the sofa and Félix did as well. “Hopefully tomorrow will give some better answers than we found tonight.”

#encantober 2022 #encantober #encatober comfort #mirabel madrigal #tia pepa #tio felix #younger mirabel madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic

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jaelynnxkenshin · 2 years

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Rules

Hi ☺️ I decided that before I write any requests, or fanfics in general (since I may not get any, and that's okay) I decided I should post my rules. Could you please read them before, you know, requesting or something? Thank you!💜

I will not:

Do NSFW requests. I feel uncomfortable writing that stuff and I'm still underage.

Write for real life people outside of their movie/show character. I just don't really like that sort of thing, but I won't judge you for liking it!

Write anything nonconsensual or forceful or anything like that. It, again, makes me uncomfortable.

Do any type of incest. It's disgusting end of story.

I will:

Write femxfem. I'm pansexual and absolutely don't mind any requests you have for a girl in a certain fandom.

Write fluff, angst and anything sfw. I don't think I've written any of those categories before but I do enjoy reading them. For some reason I favor angst the most lol

Do x nb reader. As I said, I go by she/they pronouns and figured out that I don't mind people using she/her pronouns on me, but I still like being addressed as they/them.

Do x male reader posts as long as it's requested.

Things to Remember:

I'm not only going to be limited to the fandoms I'll list. You can suggest some and I'll watch that series/movie or watch/play that game and do what I can!

Be specific when requesting. I can come up with my own ideas(sometimes) but I'd like to write for you too if you decided to choose me of everyone on Tumblr.

I don't like swearing a whole lot, and I'm trying not to anymore(yes I have been, I'm sorry) so you might just see the basic and not very offensive ones uncensored, and others censored.

Fandoms I write for/may write for:

Green: I plan on it

Orange: Maybe I'll write for it if it's requested or I have an idea for it.

Red: I likely won't write for it unless it's requested

Blue:I haven't finished that series yet.

FNAF

KnY

BNHA

TWD

TWDG

HxH

Encanto

Naruto

Harry Potter

AOT

Rurouni Kenshin

TPN

Alice in Borderland

The 100

Stranger Things

AGK

HRI

BSD

Death Note

Haikyuu!

LCDP

Creepypasta

Some might be added to this list, but this so far is what I have and know!

People I'll Write for:

FNAF

There's too many animatronics but I'll definitely do Roxanne, Glamrock Freddy and the Bonnies. You can request anyone you want.

KnY

Romantic & Platonic

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Nezuko Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Kanao Tsuyuri

Genya Shinazugawa

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Giyuu Tomioka

Kyojuro Rengoku

Obanai Iguro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Tengen Uzui

Gyomei Himejima

Muzan Kibutsuji

Rui

Akaza

Douma

Anyone else you'd like to request.

BNHA

Romantic

Izuku Midoriya

Ochaco Uraraka

Shoto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

Tsuyu Asui

Katsuki Bakugou

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Mina Ashido

Shota Aizawa

Amajiki Tamaki

Togata Mirio

Keigo Takami

Rumi Usagiyama

Momo Yaoyorozu

Platonic

Eri

Kota

Everyone from the romantic category.

TWD

Anyone really

HxH

Romantic

Gon Freecs

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Anyone I can think of lol

Platonic

Everyone I listed

Encanto

Romantic

Isabela Madrigal♥️

Luisa Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

Platonic

Antonio Madrigal

Pepa Madrigal

Julietta Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Abuela Alma

and everyone above

Naruto

Romantic

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Hinata Hyuga

Itachi Uchiha

Kakashi 6ix9ine

Anyone you want to request

Platonic

Everyone above and those you want to request

Harry Potter

Romantic

Harry Potter

The Weasley Kids

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Anyone you want to request

Platonic

All of the above and who you want to request

AOT

Romantic

Absolutely Armin Arlert😍

Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman

Jean Kirstein

Connie Springer

Sasha Braus

Reiner Braun

Bertholt Hoover

Annie Leonheart

Hange Zoe

Peick Finger

Anyone you'd like to request

Platonic

BABY EREN AHHHH♥️♥️♥️

All of the above including requests!!

TPN

Romantic

Isabella

Emma(?)

Ray(?)

Norman(?)

Anyone you request

Plantonic

Connie

Phil

All of the above including requestsss

AGK

Romantic

Akame

Leone

Tatsumi

Mine

Lubbock

Sheele

Esdeath

Kurome

Platonic

All of the above and, you guessed it, whoever's requested

HRI

Romantic

Almost everyone, especially the shotgun mask 🙇🏾‍♀️

Platonic

I'ma be honest, I didn't feel like writing all the purple down Ill write for so uhm... Yeah. Any kids in the show will be platonic plus everyone above and who you request.

BSD

Romantic

DAZAI OSAMU.

Chuuya Nakahara

Rampo Edogawa

Atsushi Nakajima

Platonic

Everyone up there and whoever's requested

Death Note

Romantic

Whoever is requested

Platonic

Whoever's requested

BTW Light has that JB cut

Haikyuu!!

Romantic

I haven't really finished Haikyuu yet but I shall always remember

KENMA

Whoever you request is who I'll write for btw☺️

Platonic

Kenma

And anyone you request

LCDP

Romantic

Oml TOKYO FOSHO FOSHO I LOVE HER--

Nairobi

Rio

The Professor

Denver(?)

Anyone requested or that I can think of

Platonic

Helsinki

Stockholm

Everyone I named above and whoever I can think of or that's requested

Creepypasta

Romantic

JTK

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu/Sully

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Jane the Killer

Hoodie

Masky

Slenderman

Splendorman

Jason the Toymaker

Anyone you request

Platonic

Sally

S*uic*de Sadie

Smile Dog

Everyone above and whoever's requested

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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 year

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Dolores, gesturing to a cliff: And this is where I’m going to throw you next time you piss me off, Camilo.

The others:

Dolores: What?

Luisa: You’ve got issues.

Dolores: Yeah, I do, there’s three of them and they feel like they can judge my life choices when they would have all died twice over by now without me.

Isabela: But there’s four of us, not counting you, you fucking idiot.

Camilo: Wait, Lola! Don’t walk off yet! Who do you not consider to be a problem? I need to know, so I can unfriend them immediately!

Mirabel, quietly: Can’t we all just get along?

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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showtoonzfan · 2 years

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Another Encanto rant (fandom rant)

Another random Encanto take but I personally never thought Pepa, or even the whole family was villainizing Bruno in “We don’t Talk About Bruno”. A lot of fans seem to say that the whole family sucks because they painted him out as some villain only to go “jk we love you” in the end, and it’s one of those things where I can definitely see where they’re COMING from, but I disagree. So here’s my two cents. First, the only people who painted Bruno out to be some creepy monster was the VILLAGE. The village never understood how his power worked, and they instantly jumped to conclusions. The Madrigals however are his FAMILY. They knew him, and while they know that he’s not some monster, that didn’t mean they couldn’t be upset with him. We know that Alma was upset because she thought that he didn’t care about the family (since he left). As for the song, we know that after Bruno left, they all just stopped talking about him at one point because he was a sensitive topic, NOT that he was some monster. He was just gone, and they didn’t know why. They didn’t know if he was dead, if he left because he hated them, WHY he left, he just LEFT in the family’s eyes. A lot of people seem to forget that, because while we as the audience know why Bruno left and that he deeply cares about his family, the characters in the story DO NOT.

10 years had past, which gave the family time to just get over him and now they don’t talk about him. When Mirabel brings him up in probably the first time in YEARS, everyone is quick to say they don’t talk about him. Pepa tells her that one day on her wedding, he told her it looked like rain and that made the hurricane come. She’s explaining her frustrations towards him, but she’s not VILLAINIZING him guys. She only said “Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin” because it’s clear she thought he was purposely messing with her or she legit thought it was a prophecy, (judging by what he said in the ending, I guess she thought it was a prophecy.) Even if Bruno just said that because he saw her sweating and was trying to lighten the mood, Pepa thought he wasn’t and it was an act of miscommunication, something that happens in families ALL the time. Pepa could resent him for that, for leaving, or maybe she WAS just saying that as an unhealthy coping mechanism to stay mad at him, (which is a popular headcanon the fandom has had) who knows, but I think it’s clear she didn’t see him as a villain. He was just a sensitive topic and she didn’t want to talk about him, just like the rest of the family, and I’m honestly sick of people painting this movie as black and white, (saying how Bruno is just good when the rest of the family sucks) when one of the MAJOR themes to this movie is about complex relationships. While “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” is the introduction to the movie trying to make us think he’s some bad guy, let’s be real guys, the only people who ACTUALLY were villainizing Bruno was the village, Alma, and Camilo, but we all know why Camilo did it, he’s just a goofball performer who heard the village talking about him and he just exaggerated things. So yeah long story short, Pepa and Fèlix were explaining their frustrations, Dolores was explaining how nobody could really understand his prophecies hence she understood him more and could hear him in the walls, Camilo was just being extra, and Isabela was just sharing one of the visions he gave her.

Then I see people say “But the family talked shit about him behind his back and pretended like it was nothing!” So………when it comes to the ending, yes…I’ve seen a lot of people say that the family should have apologized to Bruno, and while I agree, I still have to share how much I dislike how black and white the fandom paints everything to be, ESPECIALLY with the Alma apology scene because dear LORD, but I’m not here to talk about that. It’s clear that MOST of the people who say that just paint Bruno as the good guy and the family as the bad guys, even though the movie CLEARLY shows you that the family still cared about him deep down. This fandom needs to realize that you can still LOVE someone but hate them, or be upset with them at the same time. And yes, Bruno is a good person, we know that, and I’m pretty sure the family knows that, or that he used to be. The whole point when it came to Bruno was that while all the Madrigals were painted as perfect, Bruno was different as his prophecies scared people, not only making him a creepy omen to the village, but it’s implied that his family didn’t understand him well either, especially after he left, but as soon as he came back, they were all just happy to see him, to know that he was alive and well after YEARS of wondering what happened to him. That’s why Alma ran up to hug him, and that’s why his SISTERS ran up to hug him, and even Fèlix and Agustín were happy to see him. The movie showed that while Bruno left and the family stopped talking about him and even tried to make dew without him, they all still missed and cared about him deep down. And listen, I’m not going to act like I think the family shouldn’t have apologized to him as well, and I’m not going to act like the family isn’t flawed. They definitely are, but that’s the POINT. I hate to say it, but it feels like the side of the fandom that goes “Fuck the family they’re all horrible people Bruno is baby and did nothing wrong!!!” completely MISS the point of the movie. It feels like y’all are so used to watching other Disney movies who flat out told you shit and had a simple good vs. evil side so you’re desperate to side with the “good one” and portray all the other characters as heartless monsters when they were anything but heavily flawed. :/

And yeah, the last thing I wanted to touch up upon was the whole apology thing. The answer is yes, I DO think the family should have apologized to Bruno, but for me personally, it’s honestly for different reasons. Everyone wants the family to apologize to him for talking shit behind his back (even though they all had a right to resent him and even not really consider him family after leaving for 10 YEARS GASP unpopular opinion I guess) but I wanted the family to apologize to him just for everything he’s been through, and assure him that things will be better, and that he won’t feel alone. And when you think about it, that’s kinda what we got in the movie. A lot of people seem to overlook the lyrics to “All of You”, because you have Alma who tells him to his face that the miracle isn’t a gift, its HIM, and his sisters who tell him the words “No matter what happens, we’re going to find our way”, which is obviously implying that they’re going to get through this, and no matter what is broken, it’s nothing they can’t fix. The family was all under pressure and while they didnt act the best, they now know that can work to grow and better themselves and their relationships, hence why they had to work together to build Casita brick by brick, which is symbolizing them rebuilding the family. There could have been tears, hardships, make-ups, and apologies for all we know during that time the house was built, but whatever. If you want to say the ending was rushed, fine. If you want to say you found the ending unsatisfying and wanted a little more, fine. If you want to say that you thought the family should have apologized to Bruno, fine, but please STOP painting the family as a bunch of heartless dicks. Encanto certainly has a few flaws in my eyes, or just things that could have been slightly better, and y’all can disagree with me if you want, but I'm just sick of this fandom portraying the family as monsters. :/

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