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catastrouge · 8 months
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if anything bad ever happens to her I will kill everyone in the encanto and then myself.
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biographydivider · 2 years
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Whatever you do, don't spend today thinking about how Bruno watched Mirabel go into Isabela's room to save the miracle "with a huuug", went back into the walls, and didn't know anything else about the plot until the house started to break
Don't think about how, as far as Bruno knows (because What Else Can I Do? takes place outside and on Abuela's tower, where Bruno isn't) the cracks never started to heal
Don't think about how, as far as Bruno knows when he Jorge-yeets his way out the house, Mirabel failed, and he still gets on the horse and goes to defend her
Don't think about how no one else would have done that.
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bewilderduck-art · 2 years
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mermayfication strikes again! keeping with the theme of mirabel being left out, here’s a reverse-little-mermaid piece because I felt like presenting an offering to all the feral encanto stans on here
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meepxii · 2 years
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i don't really know how is a Tumblr post supposed to work tbh, but i did another drawing of my PapaBrunoAU and wanted to show it.
it's in spanish btw bc i'm super stupid when it comes to translating euphemisms
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justheweirdo · 2 years
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If you haven’t done it yet, read “You Are My Sunshine” right here!
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@sketchnwhatevr these drawings of yours inspired me to image the scene for the first chapter, thank you! Also, I love your drawings a lot :)
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kindaokaymaybe · 1 year
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Mirabel my beloved
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naensut · 2 years
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Here I am after a long break. My old pals anxiety and depression decided it was time to kick me to the curb for the last two months, hence my long absence. During this time I’ve mainly stayed sane because of some wonderful fanfics and their writers. This is a scene from @missilestorm1‘s Tremors, which I’ve been rereading because it fully provides to my angsty-drama-comfort needs❣
Thanks to all the wonderful people who stayed in touch with me even though I didn’t post art during this time. You know who you are and I love you❤
I originally was going to post a more polished version of this but I kinda like the feel that all the sketch layers give it. Seems more alive in a way, plus my art has always been a bit messy. I hope to do more art, but mental breaks are going to happen more frequently, plus real-life happenings, which I can’t ignore no matter how much I want to.
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Fall For You ✨
Camilo Madrigal x clumsy! ❤️ reader
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You exhaled in contentment. The day was just beautiful. You put a hand over your forehead as you looked up at the sky, admiring it. Not cloudy or gloomy yet not too hot. It was perfect. Your steps were elegant as you walked beside Isa, she kept talking about how she'd been practicing to make structures out of tree bark when-
Woah... there he went again. Walking with an admirable posture as per usual. Confidently striding while keeping his sights straight ahead as he held a mango ice cream on his right hand. He looked so- "Y/N CAREFUL!" you heard Isa yell alarmed but it was too late. You were already on your way to kiss the floor. It seemed you'd tripped over a small pile of bricks. "Agh Luisa!" you complained inside your head.
"Owww!" An embarrassed whine escaped from your mouth as you lifted your head to rub your cheek before placing both hands on the ground weakly, trying to stand up. It stung. You definitely drew blood this time...
Watching where you were going got incredibly hard whenever Camilo passed by. It just seemed as if your surroundings became astoundingly boring and he was a glowing neon sign. You cursed at yourself mentally. This wasn't the first time this had happened.
As you turned your head to the spot he was walking by before your embarrassing fall, you only saw the mango ice cream lay in the floor. Abandoned and melting. Weird.... he must've dropped it then?
"Y/N! Are you ok?! Does it hurt?" You turned your head to the side to find a very worried Camilo. "Uhh I think I'm fine... You- dropped your ice cream," you answered sheepishly, not used to the attention. "Nevermind that," he waved his hand dismissively.
"Look at that huge scratch on your cheek! Let's go with my tía right now! She'll help!" He brushed his fingertips close to the wound. It burned again and your reflexes made you pull away--against your will--wincing. "Sorry! Sorry I- Come on," without saying another word he grabbed your hand and guided you to Casita.
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Isabela followed close behind the both of you without saying anything. She was going to help you get up but she saw Camilo running to you and was curious to see how he would react to the situation. She wasn't an idiot. It was clear he had something to do with your recurring accidents.
Squinting her eyes, she watched the scene in front of her attentively. Camilo whispered to your ear "You're sure it doesn't hurt that bad?" and, fretting at his proximity, you quickly shook your head in a denying manner.
As soon as you took a step forward, your legs betrayed you, getting wobbly. Camilo noticed your obvious stumble. His eyebrows furrowed in concern and he reached for you before placing your arm over his shoulder, offering support in case there was any pain on your legs. He seemed so gentle and she'd never seen him display any care with anyone else. "Huhh," she said to herself and made mental note. She was definitely going to do something about it.
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It was right after you made a bowl of baked sweet potatoes fall to the ground, while you took a bite out of a roasted corn on the cob her mom had given you, that she pinched the area in between her brows in second hand embarrassment. Why exactly did you drop them? Well, Camilo got close to your face--a bit too close actually--to ask if you felt better and admire your wound closing up.
Your eyes widened and you tried to get a hold of yourself before you face-planted again, already feeling your knees buckle. As you reached for the table, you miscalculated and hit the bowl instead. The sweet potatoes went flying before falling with several thuds.
Isabela thought this was the last straw. This row of misfortunes had been going on for far too long now and you hadn't even made a move yet. It was getting painful to watch you pine over her primo and get hurt. Literally hurt in fact.
What if next time you fell on her cacti or on her carnivorous sundews? That would be so much more disastrous and she couldn't let her good friend suffer any longer. Your demise wouldn't be on her. She'd do you a favor.
You just needed a little push. If Dolores was telling the truth last weekend, when she said she heard Camilo's heartbeat get faster as soon as your name was mentioned in conversation, then it was safe to say he liked you as well. Plus, his concern with you was another obvious sign.
This had to end today.
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Right after she heard her tía Pepa call Camilo, he hesitatingly left your side and she took the opportunity to start talking. "I think the reason why you keep falling over and over starts with a C and ends with amilo," Isa sung tauntingly.
That statement took you by surprise. "What?," You scoffed and, trying to act convincing, made a fake confused expression. "No way! Tsk- that- I don't even know where you got the idea," you turned your attention towards the warm piece of corn on your hand. You couldn't look her in the eye. If you did, you would falter and she would definitely figure it out!
"I meaaan last month at the bakery, you dropped the last strawberry cupcake- you know...the one you said you were dying to try? As soon as Camilo walked in, it mysteriously fell from your hand AND the other day, you slipped on a puddle beside the fountain when Camilo sat down across from us on that bench," You opened your mouth to respond but she continued.
"OH and don't forget about the other day when you literally almost broke your ankle because you heard him hum that stupid love song you like so much since you said it reminded you of someone. Could that be h-" You cut her off before she could continue saying that out loud. Was she really confronting you about this?
"ISABELAA! Stop! What are you even- That makes no sense I mean-" You waved your hands in front of her. You were mortified. If it wasn't for your bad luck then maybe it wouldn't have been so painfully obvious.
"I'm just saying. It can't be a coincidence..." She said nonchalantly.
"I agree Y/N. I mean there's definitely a pattern going on here," Mirabel added as she walked towards you. A knowing smirk on her face as she calmly stirred a steaming cup of infused tea. She thought this was getting very interesting.
Yes, she loved you and you were close friends but she was on the same page with Isa. This pining issue needed to be resolved. For your sake. "Could my primo be the cause of your clumsiness?" She raised her eyebrows in a playful manner.
"What do you like about him? Oooh do you think he's cute?" Isa teased smiling widely.
"What? No!" You blurted. This couldn't be happening. It's so embarrassing- WHAT IF THEY TOLD HIM? "No! Keep your cool," You thought to yourself and tried to put on a calm face. "Ok just- deep breaths."
"So you don't?" She asked whilst raising her brows as she waited for confirmation. You were speechless and she tilted her head, pretending to be confused.
"Well I do but-" You blurted before thinking but realized you couldn't find more excuses. After all, they were right. It was inevitable for them to find out. They were your friends and you couldn't realistically deny it--in a way they'd believe you--at this point. You'd basically already confessed. "Yes," you sighed.
The sound of glass shattering turned your attention elsewhere. You heard Camilo choke on his drink and start coughing. As you turned around, you saw his static frame close by. You took in his expression. Mouth agape, eyes opened wide and pupils dilated. He stood beside... DOLORES!
She whispered something to him and fled the scene when she saw your panicked reaction. "She definitely told him." As Camilo stopped coughing, finally managing to gain control of his voice, he took a few steps forward. You couldn't back away now.
It was time to face the music.
"Is- is that true Y/N?" He stammered. He felt the electrifying hope blooming slowly inside his soul. You had never seen him this nervous. Ask anyone and they'd easily confirm he was always confident.
"Yeah... Sorry," You knitted your eyebrows feeling uneasy as you waited for the most likely outcome in your mind. You don't think you can handle a rejection- not from him. You wouldn't be able to look him in the eye afterwards.
"Why are you apologizing?" He laughed scrunching his nose in amazement. "This is great!" You tilted your head and looked to the sides puzzled as he raised his arms in victory. You saw Isabela and Mirabel smirking before setting your eyes on him once again.
"I can tell you have no idea but- Look I-" He stuttered as he tried to explain himself. "I swear it was eating me alive- here I was beating myself up because- because I thought you weren't even interested. Not a little bit," he breathed relieved and grabbed your hands.
"I can finally ask you... would you go out with me? Please?" You stood dumbstruck and speechless for a few seconds. You swore you couldn't form words. He noticed your hesitation but decided to keep going.
Camilo was set on convincing you. "I can kneel down if you want," he motioned bending his knee and before you could stop him to say that wasn't necessary, he slipped on the surprisingly wide puddle from the drink he'd spilt a few moments before.
Your reflexes listened for the first time ever. You quickly reached for his torso and wrapped an arm around it before managing to grab his hand for support. The position made you both look like a couple about to dance.
"Would you look at that? Delightful change of events," He chuckled before winking. "It's my turn to fall for you," He got closer and your noses were touching. You blushed deeply at the nearness. You'd never been this close before.
"See! That wasn't so hard now was it?" You heard Isabela exclaim loudly, making everyone around you turn their focus to the both of you. You were still in the same position, feeling unable to move away...
nor wanting to.
"What'd I miss?" You heard Luisa's voice ask Isa and she motioned to you both. "Ohh! Yes Y/N get some!" Luisa cheered shaking her fist in celebration. You scrunched your nose embarrassed but couldn't stop the satisfied smile appear on your face at the way everything had played out.
Camilo broke into a fit of laughter at his prima's remark before holding you closer with genuine pride.
Author's note: Another day, another fluff. Probably gonna upload a very fluffy one or a slight angst and fluff one next week. 🌹
I gotta say, making the emoji Camilo pic was fun but I couldn't decide which emojis fit better and I changed it so many times lol
Heyyy 😉 ❤️ @camilosunshxne
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whitetiger1249 · 2 years
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breakaway (wanted to belong here, but something felt so wrong here) (1/?)
Part 1 of a One-shot for @AuroraRose2081 aka @c-rose2081 Flightless & Friends Week.
Happy Birthday c-rose2081! I wanted to gift you a writing one shot since you always do so much for your wonderful AUs and the Encanto fandom. Like I am in awe of the multiple AUs and fan art that you have created and I absolutely and in love with how you basically made an Encanto multiverse/ Encanto Cinematic Universe. This isn't finished because I've just gotten back to working full time but hopefully, I'll be able to finish it soon! Enjoy!
Day 1: Family Feud
Mirabel was tired of waiting for a miracle. There was no reason to stay in a place where she was never good enough. Useless. Stuck. Always seen as the Miracless Madrigal. She couldn’t stay in a place where she suffocated under the loneliness and inadequacy of being herself. What she needed was to get out. Find out who she truly was and what she was made of outside of the shadow and legacy of the Amazing Madirgals. It was time to breakaway.
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“Mirabel. What are you doing?!?” a familiar stern voice caused her hand to freeze at the entrance of Casita. Her hand an inch from the door knob. The very door that prevented her from her freedom. Casita gave a sad murmur as if in apology that they had not warned Mirabel sooner. 
She had been so close to leaving without a fuss. Leaving like her Tío Bruno in the dead of the night. That bitter and lonely part of her mind murmured, it’s not like they would notice. Family weirdos and black sheeps were either shunned or tabooed in this familia.
Her hand hovered on top of the door knob and she briefly considered leaving without saying a word. She was past the point of caring and just desperately and urgently needing to leave. Leave the small village that was all she had ever known. Leave the pitying looks, insensitive remarks and the bullying among some of her peers. The lonely days, casted off like a broken tool, if she was even a useful tool to begin with. Giving a brief sigh, she twisted around to face her abuela.
Alma’s heart was pounding as she took in the sight of her nieta, bathed in shadows with her usual white blouse and teal skirt covered by a hooded teal cloak. It was very reminiscent of another family member. Her Brunito. Cloaked in green with such sad eyes. Her familiar wayuu mochila by her waist but the full knapsack caused her heart to race. Another family member gone. Why? Why was this happening? A familiar worry and anxiety burned in her gut as she had woken up in a cold sweat, arm reaching out for her dead esposo. The griefangerfear still everpresent in her heart despite the fifty years since she had lost everything. She hadn’t bothered changing out of her white nightgown and had grabbed her black shawl and a candle lantern. Casita had tried to comfort her as it gave a soothing rumble that eased the tightness in her chest but it didn’t stop the shaking in her hands. She went through her usual ritual of checking on her niños and nietos. Regret and frustration had warred within her when she had gotten to Mirabel’s door. Her last stop before she would attempt (and fail) to go back to sleep. It wasn’t until she saw the empty bed and the written note on the armoire did she quickly scan the contents and felt the burn of tears on the back of her eyes and her gut burn with anger.
Her heart had leapt in her throat when she saw a small figure cross the courtyard with determined and silent strides. She had raced down the stairs with Mirabel’s note crumpled up in her hands and a burning question in her mouth. It wasn’t until she saw Mirabel’s blank face and bitter mournful eyes did she hesitate. An image of a cracked Casita, lingering in her mind’s eye.
Mirabel gave a bitter shake of her head. Of all the people to catch her leaving . . .hmmph. If it was her mamá, she didn’t think she would be able to leave. She was a coward like that and didn’t want to see the broken hearted look in her mamá’s eyes at her disappearance. Hence her sneaking out at night. Nor would she like to hear the thunderclap of anger and panic on her tía’s face. Or the tearful browns of her primo, Antonio. It being her abuela made things easier. Easier to leave. Easier to allow her doubts and insecurities to turn into burning resentment. Easier to leave staring at the one person who’s words, presence and demeanor made her want to flee her home the most. She pushed down the usual feelings of hopefulness, longing and love that always rose despite her abuela’s razor sharp words and disdainful looks.
Bitterness, resentment and longing clogged her throat as she said coldly, “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m leaving. There’s no reason for me to stay.”
“No reason?” Alma parrots back with a lost look on her face. 
The look is almost enough for Mirabel to feel something like regret in her chest but Cass is waiting for her. Her eyes flicker towards her ro- the Nursery and that bitter feeling surges back with a vengeance.
“Yes. Adíos Abuela,” Mirabel spits out, a pinched expression on her face as she turns back towards the entrance.
“MIRABEL! Stop this foolishness right now,” Alma commanded a stern look on her face, uncaring of the volume.
“Shhhh. Everyone’s sleeping,” Mirabel rushed toward her abuela but Abuela's flinch causes her to hesitate to touch her. Both abuela and nieta have a similar thought. When was the last time they had shared a loving touch or given each physical affection? A glare was sent her way as Alma see’s Mirabel’s eyes dart nervously towards the closed doors. But it was too late. 
A door cracks open and Mirabel winced when she saw Lola with her curly hair down with an annoyed look on her face that turns into shock and alarm as she takes in the scene between abuela and nieta. At the angrily crumpled note in her abuela’s hand and the guarded and scared look in Mirabel’s eyes as she tightens her grip on her knapsack. For a moment the three women all stare at one another before Dolores makes a panicked hmmph and Alma and Mirabel just exchange an exasperated look.
Mirabel cursed, ignoring her abuela’s appalled look and remarks, “She’s going to tell everyone.” She tightened her grip on her bag and makes the snap decision to try to leave anyways.
Mirabel pivoting towards the entrance caused Alma to snap out of her thoughts as she snaps, “Casita!”
Casita’s tiles flutter nervously as the tiles open back and forth as if they were pacing and decided to put out their tiles like a small fence to stop Mirabel’s progress. Mirabel huffs in frustration but resigns herself to this shit show of a confrontation. She ignores Casita’s apologetic rumble with a slight huff but gives the house a slight pat in acceptance.
The sound of doors opening, feet shuffling, candles being brought out and the murmurs of alarm echo loudly as the rest of the occupants of Casita pour out of their rooms. Each in their pijamas, the rest of the familia peers out over the balcony with murmurs of surprise and alarm. 
“Mija?” Julieta exclaimed confusedly.
“Dolores, why did you wake us?” Camilo murmured sleepily, rubbing one of their eyes.
Dolores eyes dart to the courtyard and the sight of Mirabel and Abuela jolts them awake.
“What the he-mmph,” Camilo grunts as Dolores covers their mouth with a glare and a quick “language!”. Her eyes motioning to a sleepy Antonio whose head is leaning against her leg.
“Mirabel?” Agustín, Luisa and Isabela all look questioningly at her.
“What is going on?!?!??” Pepa exclaims, a greying cloud starting to form above her head, as Félix gently holds her hand.
Mirabel's face remains carefully blank as she peers up at the rest of her familia. Concern rapidly fills the air at Mirabel’s uncharacteristic expression and the air turns tense.
“I’m leaving.” Mirabel says casually as if she didn’t just announce the unthinkable and Alma doesn’t know what’s worse. The casual way that Mirabel announced that she was leaving their home, their Encanto or the exhausted and resigned expression on her face. It made Mirabel look way older than her quince años. Why??? Alma thinks. Antonio had just gotten his gift and Mariano had proposed to Isabela. Things were perfect. Mirabel had finally listened to her and had been out of the way and the Encanto was stronger than ever. She ignored the way her mind flashed to the sound of crumbling buildings and drip drip drip of tears. So why would she want to leave? Why would she want to lose everything?
Shock spears through the rest of the familia at her words as they all rush down the staircase to crowd behind Abuela.
Julieta is the first one to speak as she leans forward, imploring her hija for an explanation. “Mija, what do you mean?”
With a noise of annoyance (what else could “I’m leaving” mean!), Marinette straightened to her total height of 5’2” and met her mamá’s eyes dead on. She fought against the urge to avert her eyes or to sooth the panic and anxiety directed her way as she calmly explained, “I’m leaving Encanto-”
“Permanently?!?” her pá interrupted with a look of fear and devastation in his eyes. 
At the question, Mirabel's eyes flickered down to the ground and she took a deep breath.
“Not permanently. I’ll be back  . . . I don’t know when . . . but I’ll be back.” Mirabel’s eyes skipped over her familia’s probing gaze and wandered with such love and fondness over Casita and as if she could see past the walls towards their town, over Encanto. “This is my home but I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t take another day, waiting for something to change,” Mirabel explained with a sad smile. 
“Is it because of me? Because of my gift?” a small childlike voice shatters the intense and agitated stares thrown Mirabel’s way.
Mirabel’s face crumples at the anguish in her youngest primo’s voice. In the blink of an eye, Mirabel placed down her packed bag and kneeled in front of a tearful Antonio.
“Ayyy Tonito, it’s not your fault. It would never be your fault. I promise you it’s not because you got a gift. I am so happy for you. . .” A slight shadow crossed over Mirabel’s face as she flounders over how to explain the suffocating lack of expectations placed on her. As if she couldn’t do anything, be anything or be seen because she didn’t have a gift. The trauma that came with being a disappointment for something that was out of her control and blamed for something being wrong with the miracle. How to explain how abandoned and alone she felt among their familia and town. As she explains her familia watches with trepidation. Her expression was at odd with her soothing tone, “Besides, by the time I was 7 or 8, I had gotten over wishing for a gift of my own. Now, I just want to explore the world. There’s so much more beyond our little village and we’re not the only magical place there is. I also want to figure out who I am. Without our familia’s name. Without relying on our familia’s gifts for everything. ¿Entiendes?”
Antonio gives a small tearful nod (Mirabel’s lips involuntarily twitch up into a small smile, he doesn’t but he will one day), his lip quivering and sniffling is heard as he tries to hold back the tears of his favourite prima leaving. Of the girl, who was a mix between a second madre, hermana mayor and prima was leaving them. The rest of the Madrigals, seemed to be in varying levels of disbelief and worry. Slight relief that Antonio had been the one to break the question to her.
“Pinky promise that you’ll come back.” Antonio said seriously. His face full of tears but grave.
Grabbing his little pinky finger in her right pinky, she gently hooks them together and gives their clasped hands a slight shake and both of them kiss their thumbs. Before Mirabel could pull back, Antonio flings himself at her and Mirabel catches him in her embrace. Tears dampening her teal-turquoise cloak as Antonio sobs. The cloak that had cast her face in shadows fell back from her head leaving her torn but determined expression open for her familia to see.
Her familia shifts uneasily at their youngest sobbing his eyes out. Mirabel’s eyes meets her tía’s who’s face is a mix of gratitude, sorrow and pleading. Don’t leave. Don’t leave. Don’t leave. Her tía’s eyes seemed to beg.  A light drizzle of rain, pattered from her tía’s cloud, falling on her and her tío. A silent message passes between the two of them as she hefts up her primo with a grunt as he clings to her like a koala. She passes Toñito to her tía who accepts his weight with a grunt as well. Shaking her head no at her esposo’s offer to carry Antonio, who’s cries had quitened to quiet hiccups. His mournful eyes still glued to his favorite prima.
“Toñito, I promise I’ll write to you and the rest of the familia.” 
At Antonio’s nod, she continued, “I’ll make sure to have my mail sent to where Osvaldo usually picks up mail”.
Rifling through her nap sack, she grabbed her list of travel destinations that she, Cass and Conrad had agreed to. 
“Here.” She passed the paper to Antonio who grasped it in his small hands as she explained, “Cass wanted to show me the kingdom she’s from but here are all the cities and countries we’ll be travelling through. I’ll send word at each major stop. Think of it like Biblioburro. I’ll be traveling all over the world, sewing and having an adventure. (ok)” She explained, a confident grin sported on her face and relaxed shoulders. Everyone except Antonio could see the way her smile didn’t reach her eyes completely. 
Antonio gave an intense stare but nodded his head slowly in acceptance. Félix reached over to take the piece of paper but Antonio shook his head vehemently. 
For a moment, silence descends on the familia as they watch Antonio lose the fight with consciousness as he descends into an exhausted and fitful sleep. Worn out from crying and so desperate to stay awake but unable to resist the pull of sleep.
[Part 1 of?]
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jopatrx · 2 years
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Make my family proud...
It's suppose to be Mother's day... angst can't wait.
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hourglass-dreams · 1 year
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HC: Mirabel has selective mutism.
Considering what her place is in the family in the first half of the movie and probably before, I could see this being a possibility..
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alexoreality · 1 year
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Encanto x One Piece AU where...
Luffy washes shore upon Colombia and somehow stumbles to Encanto.
Some shit happens and now the Madrigals think that Luffy is the Miracle Candle in human form, they think the candle is testing them!
AKA the movie plot is different because everyone's favorite rubberman is there.
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biographydivider · 2 years
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Psst. You after some of that real good Tio Bruno shit? Laced with a bit of angst? I gotchu.
I basically got in from work, dropped my stuff, and wrote this start to finish. Hope you enjoy, other fics are here, and all that jazz. 💚
There are many, many photographs in la Casa Madrigal. Fifty years of special occasions; fifty years of ‘We need a picture!’ Fifty years of poses, practiced and perfected until they come as easily as breath. Each picture, in their matching frames and their carefully chosen positions throughout the house, is a portrait of a family that only existed in certain angles, in certain lights. There is one photograph, however – tucked away in a drawer deep inside the bowels of the house, away from water damage and the destructive habits of rats, kept safely between the pages of a heavy novel to stop the edges curling – that tells a very different story.               It was official: Bruno was an awful person.
              He was having a…let’s say a weird day. A weird week. Alright, fine; a weird month. His head was all fuzzy, his temper was short no matter how many cups of coffee or heaped spoonfuls of arequipe he tried to drown it in, he woke up every morning with barely enough strength to lift his head after having another night of sleep visions. Nothing had caused it; so far as he was aware. He just had low moods, sometimes. But four weeks was a long time for him. He was getting annoyed with it, now; which made his mood even worse. Definitely not the day to ask for a vision.               He’d barely been listening when Gustavo Torres had been talking his ear off with his request. Something something wedding anniversary, something something perfect gift, blah blah blah. Bruno had suggested they make an appointment the next day, when he was (hopefully) a little fresher. Gustavo had insisted he come up to La Casita then and there. Bruno had told him today wasn’t an option. Gustavo had muttered something about how he couldn’t expect Bruno to understand how important anniversaries were anyway.               And Bruno might have said if Gustavo had to come to Bruno ‘perpetually single’ Madrigal for marriage advice that made him un marido de mierda and maybe Gustavo would be better off putting his mouth to work between Francisca’s legs than bothering Bruno with it.               And Mamá might have heard.               So now, Bruno had been sent back to the house to ‘cool off’. He was thirty-nine years old, and he’d just been grounded.               He kinda deserved it though, didn’t he? Wasn’t exactly like he was the innocent party, here. Loco Bruno Madrigal, snapping at some poor cabrón again. He knew what the town thought of him. And it wasn’t like it was all a lie, either. He knew he had a temper. And that he was weird. And he said things he shouldn’t say. And he wasn’t sure if he just couldn’t be better – just wasn’t up to being the person the Encanto expected him to be – or if he just didn’t want to put in the work. Maybe he was just broken like that.               He’d thrown himself into a seat at the breakfast table while his coffee brewed; maybe this one would be the magic cup that banished this dark cloud over his head. Which was how he could hear his sister and cuñado coming up the main path, trying to console a sobbing Mirabel. Bruno’s heart did a sharp little twist; he hated kids crying, especially when it was one of ‘his’ kids.               Julieta and Agustín rounded the corner of the house into the garden; Juli holding Mirabel in her arms, Gus making a beeline for the still-gently-steaming pot of coffee. He made meaningful eye contact, and Bruno waved a hand. Knock yourself out.               “Hey, kiddo,” Bruno said, abandoning his own cup to walk up to his sister and sobrina, “Whassamatter?”               “Tiiiooo Bruuuunoooo,” Mirabel keened, holding out her arms for Bruno to carry her, “I’s broked!”               “Broked? Nah, that can’t be right.” Bruno hefted her weight into a comfortable position, feeling her wet little face nuzzle into his neck. She was getting heavy, but Bruno wasn’t quite prepared to stop carrying her just yet. “Not my favourite lil’ muchacha…”               He made a quizzical face at Julieta, who sighed as she deflated into a chair. “We went for a visit to the doctors’ today, Tio Bruno.”               “For her eyes,” Agustín mouthed, tapping his glasses. Ah. Mirabel had been bumping into things recently, not recognising people if they were more than a few steps away. Agustín had had a suspicion she was nearsighted, like he was, and they’d been talking about getting her seen by a professional. Bruno guessed it hadn’t gone well. He rubbed Mirabel’s back as she cried. “S’alright, kiddo,” he murmured absently. “I’ve got you.”               “So Mirabel needs to go back to see Señor Solano in a few days to pick out some glasses,” Julieta explained, gratefully accepting a cup of coffee from her husband. “And I’ve promised her they don’t hurt, and she’ll be able to see much, much better.”               Mirabel wasn’t crying quite so hard now; but she was still making sad, snuffly noises into Bruno’s hair. “I’s broked,” she said again, little more than a whisper. “My eyes are broked.”               Ay Dios mio. If that didn’t just shatter Bruno’s heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Juli pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to start crying herself. “She’s been like this all morning,” she sighed, Agustín wrapping her arms around her shoulders and pressing a kiss into her hair. “She just keeps saying she’s broken, she’s broken.”               “And she was asking Señor Solano why her sisters don’t need glasses,” Agustín said, sitting down with his own cup of coffee. “How do you explain that to a four-year-old?”               Bruno squeezed Mirabel closer, as tight as he dared. Poor kiddo. This was not a familia that embraced the different very easily. He should know. Then, an idea came to him.               “Hey, mi vida,” he said, extracting her from her spot burrowed into his neck. She looked at him with bleary, tear-filled eyes. “D’you know your Tio Bruno’s eyes go funny sometimes, too?”               Mirabel scrunched up her face, thinking hard. “Mmmmmmaaaaybe, I thiiiinnnk…”               “Okay, s-so you don’t remember. Hold on.” Bruno plopped her down on the table and making for the house – for his tower. “Be right back.” ...               “Bruno…” Julieta began warily, as her brother zoomed past her with a bucket and a look of determination. He waved her off, pouring a rough circle of sand on the ground a safe distance from the breakfast table. Half as much as usual, so Mirabel could still see him without being inside the circle with him.               “Nah nah nah, Juli; I got this.”               Just a quick vision. Nothing too much, don’t scare her. Grab at one thread, one picture, and stop. You can do that, can’t you Brunito? You can do something right.               Bruno lit his little fires, took a deep breath, and began to focus on calling forth a vision; feeling that fast-spreading ache that meant his eyes were beginning to glow. Only seconds later, as the sand fell around him and a green tablet tumbled into his hand, he beamed up at his sobrina, still sitting on the table, staring at him. Off to one side of his vision was a green smudge, like an aura. His eyes burned; it felt like he’d been looking into the sun for too long. Stopping a vision after only just beginning was a weird, weird feeling. But it’d be worth it, if this worked.               “So, “ he said, waggling the tablet at Mirabel, “your Mamá is gonna make us enyucado for after dinner, tonight.”               Mirabel gasped, turning to look at Julieta. “Really, Mamá?!”               Julieta sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. “I was thinking about it. As a surprise.”               Bruno brushed the sand from his ruana and walked back over to Mirabel, hefting her onto his hip. “You see how my eyes glowed, muchacha?”               “Mm-hmm,” Mirabel nodded. “They went all; wooooo –”               She widened her eyes and stared off into the middle distance, expressionless. Did he really look like that? No wonder people were freaked out by him.               “But, hey,” Bruno asked, tapping Mirabel on the nose, “do you love your Tio Bruno any less?”               She didn’t even think about it. “No.”               “Do you think your Tio Bruno is broken?” he asked, cuddling her close, hiding the wince of pain when Mirabel’s forehead connected with his temple.               “Noooo…”               “Is your Tio Bruno still your favourite tio eeeveeerr?” Bruno asked, covering her cheeks with kisses.               “Noooo Tio Bruno, stooooopiittt…”               Bruno jostled her in his arms, suddenly serious as the grave. “Hey. Y-y’meant to say yes, kiddo.”               “Oh. Then yes.”               “So if I’m not broken, you’re not broken. Not ever. A-and if anyone says anything else, we’ll fight ‘em. Together. ‘kay?”               “’kay.”               “C’mere.”               Bruno squeezed her in one last, tight hug, then set her down. “You gonna go bully that primo of yours for a while?”               “Yeah!”               “Off you go then, kiddo.”               Mirabel ran full pelt towards the house; her father dashing off after her. “Miraboo be careful don’t trip on anything --!”               Bruno sunk back into his chair, grasping for his coffee cup, eyes pinched shut, allowing the mask to slip for a moment. Caffeine. Caffeine would make the pain go away. Notorious for helping with eye strain, was caffeine. As he sipped, he cracked one eye open to see Juli looking at him from across the table, deep in thought.               “What?”               “I wish you’d take your own advice sometimes, Brunito.”               “Whassat supposed to mean?”               “Nothing.” ...               “Go on; go show him.”               Bruno smiled at the sound of the rapid-fire stamp of his sobrina’s feet on the tiles heading his way. “Who could that be?” he wondered aloud. “A herd of rabid capybaras?”               “Noooo,” Mirabel said, throwing herself into the red, high-backed chair Bruno was lounging in, tucked just off to the side of the main hall. “It’s just meee!”               “Oh, it’s you. That’s good. A-and who are you, again?”               “I’m Mirabel!” the little girl giggled. “You’re being silly, Tio Bruno.”               Bruno smacked his forehead. “Oh yeah. Yeah, I-I remember.”               “Lookit, Tio Bruno! Lookit my glasses!”               Bruno pulled back to get a better look. She looked complete, somehow. Like she’d always been wearing glasses. He’d barely noticed them before – but, then again, she had just flung herself into his lap. Those sweet, familiar brown eyes blinked back at him, enlarged very slightly by the lenses. The frames were thin, round, made of wire and painted –               “Green!” Mirabel chirped. “I gots green glasses, Tio – ‘coz my eyes are like your eyes, and we’re not broked together!”               Bruno’s eyes started stinging again, but it was nothing to do with a vision. “Th-that’s great, kiddo,” he said, his voice thick. “They’re great, really suit you. Ah-hmmh.”               “Whas’ wrong?”               “Nothing, nothing. Frog in my throat.”               Julieta followed her daughter into the cubbyhole where Bruno’s red chair sat. “Abuela wants a picture of Mirabel in her new glasses for the wall,” she said. Bruno raised one eyebrow.               “You’re allowed to have the camera?”               Julieta rolled her eyes. “No. Of course not. Agustín is going to take the picture.”               Behind her, Agustín almost took out a rung of the banister, a plantpot, and himself with the tripod.               “But I thought you and Mirabel might like to take a photograph together first.”               “Yeah, why not? C’mon, kiddo. Let’s make it a good one.” Bruno lunged for the camera, wrestling it away from a protesting Agustín, and pressed it close to his and Mirabel’s faces.               “Ready? One, two, three…”               The flash temporarily blinded them both. But Juileta brought them both some leftover enyucado, which they ate together, sitting in the high-backed chair. On the arm of the chair, slowly developing, was an extreme close-up of Bruno and Mirabel’s faces, smushed together and grinning; One pair of green eyes, flecked with hazel and slightly manic, and one pair of warm, brown eyes, framed with green, happy for the first time in a week. They complimented each other perfectly.
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"Who I am inside, so what can I do?
I'm sick of waiting on a miracle, so here I go
I am ready, come on, I'm ready
I've been patient, and steadfast, and steady
Bless me now as you blessed us all those years ago
When you gave us a miracle
Am I too late for a miracle?
(Ph by John_Brick on ig)
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After she didn't receive a gift, Mirabel has a nightmare that shakes her to her core. She seeks comfort and reassurance from her parents and finds that no matter what, they'll always choose her.
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