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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 3 months

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To say that being a single mother of triplets was tough would be an understatement, especially for Alma Madrigal. Not only that her children would run circles around her whenever they could, but their development was visibly different, despite being the same age. It has become more apparent now that the triplets have recently turned three years old. Julieta and Pepa were saying so many words and even Pepa started reading the signs they saw on their walks in the village. Bruno, on the other hand, was not saying anything. Every time sound came out of his mouth, it was still completely incomprehensible.

While Julieta and Pepa both understand what Bruno was trying to communicate, mainly because he smiles or nods most of the time they are together, Alma still thought about what would happen when they started school the coming fall. She did not want to hold Bruno back, she wanted him to go to school with his sisters. At the same time, she was concerned about the fact that none of the preschools in the Encanto was going to enroll him unless his language improved.

It was not until one day when Alma’s fears would begin to shrink. She picked the triplets up from daycare one Friday afternoon and the mother and children walked through the village together. One of her friends, Rosa, saw her and she stopped to talk to her.

“Hola, Alma! I know you told me about how concerned you were about Bruno’s language, but I found someone that I think would help!” Rosa said.

“You did?” Alma responded.

“Si; there’s a speech and occupational therapist that just transferred to the Encanto, Dr. Valeria Martinez.”

Rosa then handed Alma a small business card with Dr. Martinez’s name and address handwritten on it. She looked at the business card and smiled before putting it in her dress pocket.

“Gracias, Rosa! I hope to get to see her on Monday with Bruno and talk to her about what’s been going on.”

“De nada, Alma; and good luck!”

Alma hugged her friend with a smile and continued walking with the triplets. They continued walking in the village square until they got back to Casita and the triplets dropped their backpacks on the couch. The three went into the living room to play with their toys and Alma sat on the couch in the courtyard and took Dr. Martinez’s business card out of her dress pocket. She stared at the card and smiled.

“I hope my prayers will be answered with you.”

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Once Monday rolled around, Alma took the triplets to Dr. Martinez’s office after picking them up from daycare. They walked into the office to see Dr. Martinez sitting at her desk and sat in front of her.

“Hola! You’re here for a consultation?” Dr. Martinez asked.

“Si; my friend gave me your business card and I wanted to talk to you about doing a session with my son, Bruno. I have triplets and I’ve been noticing he’s not meeting the same language milestones as his sisters and now that they all turned three, it’s beginning to concern me. I don’t want to hold him back when they start preschool next year, but I know none of the preschools in the Encanto are going to enroll him unless he can at least acquire some language skills,” Alma explained to the therapist.

Dr. Martinez took the notes in her pad. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since Julieta started talking. Pepa started talking super early and even started saying three and four-syllable words before their second birthday. I originally figured Bruno was just going to be a little bit delayed since Pepa and Julieta started talking at different times. But now that they’re three and he’s still not talking, it’s worrying me.”

Dr. Martinez continued writing what Alma was saying in her notes. “Would it be okay if I took Bruno into my office so I can get to know him a little bit more?”

Alma nodded and Dr. Martinez and Bruno made their way to her office as Alma waited in the front with Julieta and Pepa. They sat at a little table together and faced each other. Bruno looked at Dr. Martinez and studied her as she smiled at him.

“Hi, Bruno! I’m Dr. Martinez. Would you like a toy?”

Bruno stared at Dr. Martinez and reached out for her arm. He squealed in excitement and began feeling her arm until he started to hold her hands. He smiled and Dr. Martinez gently removed his hands and got up from the table. She came back with a shape sorting cube and gave it to Bruno. She took out the star toy and showed it to him.

“Star,” Dr. Martinez said as she showed the toy to him.

She then put the star inside the star hole. Bruno smiled and tried to repeat her, and sound was coming out, but he could not get the syllables. Instead, he grabbed the circle toy and put it in the circle hole.

“Circle,” Dr. Martinez emphasized.

Bruno made another noise that was incomprehensible. He tried as hard as he could to say “circle”, but all he could do was make the same incomprehensible noises he’s been making this entire time. Dr. Martinez continued writing notes in her pad as Bruno continued playing with the shape sorter and making noises.

For the rest of the session, Dr. Martinez brought out more toys and said more words associated with the toys as Bruno attempted to say them. He continued playing with the toys until the hour they had together was finished.

Bruno and Dr. Martinez came back to the front after their session to see Alma, Julieta, and Pepa waiting for them. Bruno ran to Julieta and Pepa and they hugged him as tightly as they could. Dr. Martinez took out her notes to review the session to Alma.

“During our session, it seems to be clear that he’s trying his hardest to repeat what is being said to him. The sound is coming out, but he’s having trouble with the syllables. My best suggestion would be to focus on very specific syllables before having him speak full words. I have a couple of exercises that could help him in this folder,” Dr. Martinez explained as she gave Alma the folder she mentioned.

Alma went through the folder and found several sheets with specific syllables for Bruno to work on at home. “Gracias, Dr. Martinez; this should help Bruno with the first step in speaking.”

Dr. Martinez smiled and shook Alma’s hand. “I hope this will help him. I’ll see you next week.”

Alma and the triplets left the office and walked back to Casita. Julieta and Pepa asked Bruno lots of questions about Dr. Martinez and if she was nice. While Bruno could not answer with words, the girl still knew that he liked her.

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Several weeks have passed, and Bruno has made progress with pronouncing one syllable at a time. While he has not said a word just yet, Alma was feeling optimistic about his speech because of the progress he was making. It was not until one early spring day when the triplets were drawing together in Casita’s courtyard when Alma’s prayers would be answered.

“Look what I drew!” Pepa exclaimed as she held up her drawing of herself, Julieta, and Bruno together outside on a sunny day under a rainbow.

“I love that picture!” Julieta replied.

The girls expected Bruno to make another noise to show how much he liked the picture, but instead, he pointed to where Pepa drew herself. He did not remove his finger from the paper and opened his mouth to try and say what he wanted to say.

“Pepa!” Bruno said in a way that was still a little bit slurred, but still pretty easy to understand.

Julieta and Pepa looked at Bruno simultaneously in shock as their mouths dropped open. Before they could run to their mother, Bruno pointed at the picture again, but this time, to where Pepa drew Julieta.

“Juli!” Bruno said as he smiled.

Julieta’s and Pepa’s smiles grew wider as they screamed in excitement. Alma overheard her daughters’ screaming and ran into the courtyard from the kitchen, originally assuming somebody got hurt.

“¿Qué está sucediendo? Is everyone alright?” Alma asked as she saw her triplets still on the floor together.

“Did you hear Bruno?” Pepa asked, still smiling.

“He said our names!” Julieta added.

“I… I showed him my drawing and he pointed to me in the drawing and said my name! Then he pointed to Julieta and said her name!”

Alma looked at Bruno and he pointed at Pepa’s drawing of herself again! “Pepa!” he said again and smiled. Alma put her hand on her mouth and cried tears of joy. Bruno pointed at Julieta on Pepa’s drawing and said “Julieta!”

Alma continued crying and picked Bruno up and hugged him. She cried more in his ruana and Bruno hugged her back. Julieta and Pepa ran up to Alma and hugged her and reached for Bruno to give him a hug.

“Mama!” Bruno said as he went back to hug his mother.

Alma’s eyes widened and she looked at Bruno when she heard him say “mama.” She held him closer and tighter as she cried more. “Asi es! Mama! I’m Mama, Brunito! Mama!”

Alma put Bruno down and Julieta and Pepa gave him the tightest hug they possibly could. Bruno hugged his sisters back and they sat back on Casita’s couch together. Alma went back into the kitchen, still crying tears of joy, as the triplets continued drawing their pictures together while waiting for dinner to be ready.

“Bruno talks!” Pepa pointed out as she and Julieta hugged again.

“Bruno talks!” Julieta repeated.

“Bruno!” Bruno repeated when he heard his sisters say his name.

Julieta and Pepa looked at each other, and then at Bruno. They screamed again and looked at Bruno in excitement and hugged him once more. “You’re saying more words, Bruno!” Pepa yelled.

Bruno smiled and hugged his sisters back until Alma came back to the courtyard from the kitchen. She saw her triplets still celebrating Bruno’s milestone and sat on the couch until her children were finished screaming.

“Dinner’s ready, mijos.”

The triplets ran into the kitchen for dinner and to tell Alma about how Bruno just said his own name.

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The months following the triplets’ first official day of preschool saw much more progress in Bruno’s language. Ever since he said his sisters’ names for the first time, he was pointing to more objects and saying more words. Dr. Martinez has noticed this progress during every one of Bruno’s speech sessions since. At his first session after the triplets’ fourth birthday, Dr. Martinez noticed he was much closer to being on par with the rest of his peers in his language development.

Bruno was talking more to his classmates and Julieta and Pepa could even have more conversations with him. This also helped Bruno build his confidence over time. In their toddler class, his teachers did not think he was going to meet the same milestones as his sisters because of his language delay and he was not verbally telling his teachers anything. Now that he is speaking more, his teachers have noticed he understood what they were saying the entire time, he was just having trouble verbally expressing himself.

Bruno left his session with Dr. Martinez, feeling more confident than he ever was before. He not only was saying more words, but was also saying short phrases.

“How was your session?” Alma asked as she and the triplets started walking into the village and back to Casita.

“I liked it!” Bruno responded with a smile.

“Was it fun?” Julieta asked.

“It was!”

The Madrigals continued walking and talking about Bruno’s session. The fact that Alma could have a conversation with Bruno now made all of her fears disappear. She could finally understand him and she felt like she could have a stronger relationship with him; and Bruno loved having a better relationship with his mother and sisters.

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ratodemadame · 2 years

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what a pity... widow so young...

#rato #encanto #alma madrigal #young alma madrigal #sketch #fanart

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Ways to say I love you...

So I stumbled across this post a few days ago and it made me want to write a drabble for Alma and her little family. I hope you enjoy.

Alma walked down the stairs, hands clasped together as she thought about all that needed done today. Two homes on the south side needed shingles replaced. The gardens at the north end needed more water, that would mean Pepa would need to be there before the noon bell rang. Then there were the weavers who needed more fleece for clothes, that meant she needed to see if the sheep were ready for shearing yet and then the wool would need transport. All of that was besides what she would need to do for home. Sure Casita could take care of some things, the dishes were something it enjoyed, but the floors still needed to be swept and the laundry needed washed and hung out to dry. Her day looked busier the longer she thought of it and truly it was starting to give her a headache already.

Now usually when she entered the kitchen, it was already in motion, Casita took care of the bulk of that with starting the ovens and moving some of the larger things about. This morning however things were still and quiet, the twelve year old triplets sitting at the counter in wait, looking bored and impatient.

“Mama!” The eldest of the triplets bounded over, grasping Alma’s hands in hers with a grin and followed very closely by the other two. Their eyes were eager and bright as they smiled at their mother.

“Buenas dias mis bebes. What is going on here?” The woman couldn’t help but smile in return, seeing them happy always made her so.

“Mama, we were wondering… would you make huevos pericos for us?”

“Pretty please mama?” That was her second daughter, chiming in with her hands folded in front of her, a pout on her lips. Alma blinked at the three, a brow arching as she considered the request, her hands poised on her hips.

“But you know how to make that, Juli.” She couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit, shaking her head slightly at them. These were her children, these silly things.

“But.. you make them really good.. Juli does too but yours are the best..” She looked at her son, his head turned down slightly and the pout very apparent. He was rubbing at his arm again but he still managed to look up at her for a moment before back down at his own feet.

And that’s what pushed her over.

With a soft sigh and a small smile the woman set to work. She pulled the skillet out and got the eggs and tomatoes.

“If I am to make this, you have to make the arepas.” She turned to see three bright and eager faces shining at her and laughed. “Go go, get the masa, apúrate por favor.”

The kitchen bustled with life as the four found themselves helping each other with the exception of Alma’s huevos pericos, the children wouldn’t even look at the pan she was cooking in. How she still got roped into helping mix and mold the arepas was beyond her, surely three preteens could’ve handled that much. But she wouldn’t complain, not in the least, it had been ages since she had been the one to cook in this kitchen. Since handing the domain over to Julieta at the tender age of ten she had hardly needed to. She had missed this…

“The arepas are ready, mama!” Pepa had the plate full, ready to take them to the table with a bright rainbow over her head. It made the woman so happy to see that. She pulled the pan from the stove and placed it on a towel on the counter, leaving the spoon in for serving.

“How about we eat here today. I’m sure Casita wouldn’t mind us not using the dining table.” And neither would she, for once. She missed the nostalgia of cooking a meal, of eating in the kitchen with her babies, of them being so much smaller… It would be okay for today. At least for breakfast time. It’s okay for her to just be a mom. And when breakfast is over, she can be everything else she has to be, but in this moment it feels good just to be their mom.

The plates were filled and the three kids sat on the stools, happily spooning eggs into their mouths. When she finally got to her own plate, she made the discovery that all the arepas she herself had made were gone. Selecting one she knew her son had formed she smiled, watching the three dig into their plates happily.

“Gracias, Mama. This is so good!”

“Yeah it is! These are the best huevos ever!” Julieta at least had managed to swallow her food before she spoke, Pepa seemed to be having too much of a good time for that thought.

“Si! Gracias, mami.” Alma cupped the boy's cheek with a smile, he was easiest to reach being right next to her, and gave a nod. “Of course, mis bebes.”

It was just eggs, tomatoes and scallions. The arepas were made the same way as they always were. And yet, Alma had to agree with them.

Those were the best eggs she’s had in a long time…

#ways to say I love you #drabble #encanto #encanto fic #drabble fic #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #young alma #young alma madrigal #mama alma #young triplets #encanto fanfic #encanto drabble #sorry im just feeling things right now #this is short

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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year

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Bruno has left behind the Encanto and the Madrigal name. But he never quite shakes the legacy, and when his village is attacked and his family threatened, he steps up.

History rhymes, but doesn’t repeat.

Sustaining an injury only Julieta can heal, his family sets out to bring him back to the Encanto.

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achitka · 2 years

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Chapter 20: Aftermath

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What do you do when the miracle that saved your life, needs a sacrifice. HC's ahead Aftermath

Alma gently pushed the hammock Bruno was laying in. He’d finally stopped crying and was sleeping for the first time in several days. So much chaos, so much pain. It almost felt like La Candela was extracting payment for their family’s miracle. It was coming due and her children were the cost. She’d not realized after the doors fully manifested, what it would do to her babies. How they were irrevocably changed.

Alma had spent hours, thinking of how she could help her children. Julieta’s gift was a blessing for sure. To be able to heal others was something Alma had prayed over for months. While the Encanto was safe from the outside, the storms that came to the valley in summer has ruined many buildings. Now her Pepita, always easily startled, had to deal with weather that would follow her no matter where she went. It took a few days to realize that it was her mood that was affecting the changes in the weather outside so Alma suggested she try to stay calm and though Pepa tried her best she would often fail if she was by herself. As a consequence, Juli would often stay with her until she fell asleep, sometimes remaining until morning.

Bruno’s Gift was not clear as the picture on his door only made Alma think maybe it had something to do with time. It wasn’t until the first time his eyes started to glow that eerie green that it became obvious. Bruno was in his new room and he screamed so loud, she’d heard him all the way from the kitchen. She didn’t think she’d ever run faster in her life. Bruno was lying on the floor, his sisters yelling at him to wake up. His eyes were glowing and Alma wondered what her baby boy was seeing, because the look of terror was unmistakable. She got Juli and Pepa to calm down as she knelt beside Bruno. When his eyes stopped glowing, he blinked a few times, then immediately started crying. Holding on to her for all the world like she was dying. Repeating over and over, "It hurts, Mamá, it hurts!" When he finally told her what he’d seen in his vision, she understood why he was reluctant to go to bed. Why he was afraid to close his eyes. Her beautiful, pious Brunito was now a prophet of God. The Bible often said that prophets were never welcome in their home towns and she did not know how to help him, but she would try.

#encanto fanfic #encanto #encanto fanfiction #encanto headcanons #young pepa madrigal #young bruno madrigal #young julieta madrigal #young alma madrigal #encantober 2022 #prophet #encantober

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fnafgamer4373 · 2 years

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Is that my version of a teenager Julieta? Yes. Yes it is. Now take the angst

#encanto #artwork #digital art #animation #art #julieta madrigal #encanto fanart #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #young alma madrigal #young julieta madrigal #angst #encanto headcanons #headcanon

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junosaccount · 1 year

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Secret Santa gift for @slingerapen

#casa brainrot secret santa #encanto #encanto fanart #young alma madrigal #young mercedes guzman #alma/chedi #my art

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magicalmadrigals · 1 year

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Searching in the Shadows - Ch.1

Synopsis: Torn from one world and thrust into another in the space of one night, left to care for her three babies all on her own, Alma Madrigal truly has the weight of the world on her shoulders. Forced to push her grief aside and throw herself into caring for a displaced community along with her children, it only becomes more of a struggle for her to care for her own needs with every day that passes. Will she ever find a way to balance all she has to? Well, with the help of one man, she slowly comes to realize anything is possible in Encanto...

Her babies were sleeping soundly in her arms by the time she made it ‘home’ after checking in on all those in the group, both young and old, and making sure they were comfortable and had all they required to get them through the night. It honestly wouldn’t have been enough for her to say she was tired – she was sure she had never felt this run down and weary before – but she was far too smart a woman to so much as allow herself to entertain the idea she might be able to get some sleep this night. It just wasn’t going to happen, she could tell.

Making her way inside the silent house when it opened the door for her on approach, she cradled her children closer before her breath hitched and she span in place when the door closed and she heard the snick of a lock.

Ay, this was certainly going to take a bit of getting used to.

It was the sound of one of the babies whimpering in their sleep that caused her to turn her attention back to them and she hushed Bruno gently, brushing her lips against his forehead before he burrowed further into her chest and took her cloak in his tiny hand. Once she was sure he was comfortable and well on his way back to sleep, she walked further into the house and the candle in her hand illuminated the way to the staircase which she walked up before her brows knitted together at seeing there was nothing up there aside from one bedroom.

One bedroom in a house this size?

Really?

It was strange, of course, but she gave it little thought as she wandered down the hall to the door and reached for the doorknob. Her hand barely brushed it before immense power surged through it and it began to glow, prompting her to snatch her hand back and create a little space between herself and the door. She watched in disbelief as an image started revealing itself to her and she gasped when she realized it was herself. Her name was engraved above her head once the image was in place and all she could do was stand there in sheer shock.

She had to be dreaming.

Houses weren’t like this! Houses didn’t do any of these things!

It took her a minute to muster up the courage to reach for the doorknob once again, but she did and gave it a slow turn before pushing the door open and peering into the room. It was then that tears brimmed in her eyes and it took every ounce of strength she possessed to remain standing. It was her bedroom. Or at least an exact replica. Everything was just as she and Pedro left it before abandoning their home and meeting with the group, the bed immaculately made and the curtains tied back, and she had no idea how to feel about it in all honesty.

In a way, she guessed, it was comforting because it was the last place she and her esposo were at peace.

At the same time though, it was so painful because it already seemed so much larger without him being there.

How was it that it was mere hours ago they were sitting together, happier than they had ever been?

It felt as though an entire lifetime had gone by since then.

Once she had stood there for a while, she closed the door with her foot and cautiously made her way over to the bed. She stared at it for a time, still blinking back the tears in her eyes, before letting out a nervous breath and turning around to sit down. No sooner had she done so did her stomach churn and bile rise in her throat.

No.

It was too soon, she just couldn’t do it.

Moving onto the floor, mindful not to jostle her babies too much for fear of waking them, she found a bit of a comfortable position in which to sit and that was when the tears came. For hours, since the candle at her side miraculously saved her and the others in the group, she had been made to ignore her grief and put on a brave face. She made scared, wailing children smile with little fables and jokes and taken the time to sit and hold the hands of ones who’d come alone, telling them they were a familia now and would make it through together. It helped lift her spirits for a time, bringing comfort to ones in need, but now there was nobody to do so for her.

Nobody was sitting with her with an arm around her, promising her that things were going to start looking up and she would work out a way to deal with all she had to deal with in time. How in the world was she meant to care for three babies, giving them all they required to grow and thrive, while looking out for a whole town? A town full of displaced, devastated, broken people at that? It was never something she imagined having to do.

Her life, as far as she was concerned, was all planned out.

She and Pedro were going to bring their children up together, the way it was meant to be, raising the three of them to be both considerada and upstanding members of the communidad. Whether they would have had any more children as time went on, she had no idea, but she also would have been contenta for them to remain a family of cinco. For them to just make the most of the precious time they had with their babies before they got older and had their own families. They were meant to grow old together, she was meant to tease him when he started turning grey and have him tell her she was beautiful and hadn’t aged a day, but she wouldn’t have that.

She was never going to see or hold or kiss her husband again.

Her babies were going to go through life having never known their papí.

For the rest of time, they would be a broken family and knowing his death was needless only made it worse.

Her thoughts were momentarily interrupted when Pepa grizzled in her arms and she lowered her gaze to her, letting her thumb dance over her downy red hair as a silent promise that she was near and there was nothing for her to fear. Her touch soothed her little girl enough to settle her again and she sighed with relief. If there was one thing she wanted to avoid tonight then it was one of them screaming and waking the other two. She was in too fragile a state to deal with something like that, especially on such little sleep, and it would devastate her even more if she snapped at one of them. “Duerman, mis bebés,” She whispered quietly. “All will be well.”

Whether she said that last part as an assurance for them or herself, she truly had no idea.

She thought they could all do with a bit of hope and faith at a time like this though, herself included.

It was going to be those two things that got her through the coming weeks.

The coming months.

The coming years.

In all truthfulness, she honestly had no idea how long it would take her to recover from all she had witnessed this night. It would be engraved into her memory for the rest of her life, she knew that much, but she prayed it became easier for her to deal with in time and the breath stopped being knocked from her lungs each time she thought about it.

She would never go back to being the woman she was before all this happened.

She lived in a different time and a different place, one she would never be able to return to.

No, she had to accept the fact that she’d been living a dream and it was time to wake up and face the world.

It was cruel and unfeeling, not caring in the slightest who it hurt or what families it tore apart.

She was more than a match for it though, or that was what she wanted to believe, and she’d get through this.

One way or another…

#abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #young alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #young julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #young pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #young bruno madrigal #good mama alma #the madrigal triplets #the madrigals #la familia madrigal #encanto au #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #disney encanto #encanto fanfiction #casita

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ffb6c1lover · 5 months

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I don't understand people who hate Alma because imagine that in one (1) day you:

give birth to triplets (that should be enough)

are forced to flee your home (way more than enough)

are forced to walk for God knows how long (after having just given birth??? to fucking triplets???????)

have to watch your husband get murdered to save your family

I repeat, have to watch your husband whom you love SO dearly DIE a brutal death

this also means seeing the beginning of a war that's going to last three years btw

and it also means raising three children on your own with no family to back you up and no previous experience

get elected mayor of a town that just appeared out of thin air

man, if I have to leave the house I feel like crying, doesn't this woman deserve a fucking break???

and she also still finds the strength to smile and wave at Casita

#the day that was supposed to be the best of her life probably turned into the absolute worst #and she was so young too #she is so strong fr #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #encanto #pedro madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal

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dragoneyes618 · 4 months

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Alma. You just gave birth. Today. To triplets. What are you doing out of bed?

#encanto #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #madrigal triplets #young alma #pedro madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal

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jacarandaaaas · 5 months

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i like the theory that mirabel becomes the next matriarch and all what I don’t like is people assuming this happens straight after the movie. “In encanto 2 mirabel should be the matriarch” judging by time jumps used in sequels this would roughly make mirabel 17/18 since they usually only skip 2-3 years ahead. How about we dont burden her with that and wait until she’s like idk 25??? like there is 0 reason the second alma retires that it NEEDS to be mirabel. What about julieta and pepa!? i do see mirabel as a future matriarch but just not a near future one! let her enjoy her childhood pls

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #i absolutely hate the hc that the town starts relying on her for everything after the movie #yeah she saved the family but she also has math homework go sort out your grown problems yourself??#i think alma would involve mirabel more in planning and that but I don’t think she starts matriarch training her like she’s still young!#also why do we want to put pressure on mirabel after an entire movie explaining why that’s bad

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Habits (GN!Reader)

You can decide who this is with. Agatha, Pepa, Julieta, Carla, Ajak, Alma, any woman on my masterlist.

Idea taken from "Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal.

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You saw her walk away down the empty street, hidden in the night. The sound of her footsteps faded after a few seconds and her silhouette melted into the darkness a few moments later, just like the fleeting feeling of belonging inside you.

It was always like that, no matter how much you told yourself that it was wrong, that you shouldn't go through with it, that you needed to let her go, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, it never was. She always came back.

Sometimes she would take days, other times weeks, but never more than a month. Even she couldn't stay away that long, and you couldn't let yourself forget about her either, though not for a lack of trying.

You had a strange relationship. You had loved her, perhaps more than you would ever admit aloud, and she had loved you back, perhaps less than her voice swore, but time kept on dancing on the clock and fate rearranged the pieces, and in that chaos, you realized that you did not fit in with her, that you did not belong by her side.

It was painful to realize it, but deep down, you knew what had to happen. The day she left, the black clouds swirled above your house, as if they could sense your own mood, and yet you managed to smile at her, wish her well, and not call out her name as she was lost in the sea of people.

You spent the first day locked in your room, in the chair or the dressing table, but never in your bed, you couldn't, not when her perfume was still there. By the third you learned to breathe again. On the fifth your feet woke up, on the twelfth you reconciled with sleep, on the fifteenth you recovered the taste for your favorite dishes, on the twentieth you smiled again. And at fiftieth...

On the fiftieth, she came back.

You wish you could say you weren't expecting her, you really wanted to say she had taken you by surprise. But it was not like that. There were no whispered apologies, no warm hugs, no secret smiles, not even that spark that had brought you together in the first place, nothing. Just...she was there. It was a fact, cold and raw, nothing more.

A weak, quick "hello" was all it took for the dance you were now dancing, and had been doing for the past five years, to begin.

It was strange, you didn't know anything about her, about her life, if there was someone you were betraying by receiving her when her most carnal passions needed you, but you didn't care much either.

You missed her, you always missed her, and no matter how much she denied it, you knew she couldn't forget you either, no matter how hard she tried. She was always going to come back, over and over, and over again. Even if she didn't feel any more love for you, just a grudge.

Neither did you if you were honest. You no longer had anything to feel for her, and that was worse.

But you missed her, you missed her so much. You missed not feeling alone, the warmth of sharing a bed with someone, of feeling someone else's skin on yours, of hearing happiness flowing from the lips attached to yours. It didn't matter that the illusion lasted a few hours before she was gone again. It was fine, she would come back, she always did.

"There is no doubt, it is true that habit is stronger than love" you whispered before closing the window and going back to bed.

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A Place of Wonder (for all)

The Encanto is a place of wonder. For all. Period. Full stop.

Alma Madrigal won’t tolerate any less.

Alma is awoken by an abrupt banging coming from the front of her house. She shoots up, looking around the room blearily. It’s pitch dark out, the only source of light she can see coming from the miracle candle and the church. Someone was knocking on the door. She slipped her feet into the slippers Casita had waiting and picked up her shawl.

“Casita, who is it?” Alma inquired through a yawn. Casita rattled back that it was the priest, the Gonzales father and son, and Simon Ágular.

Alma felt her eyebrows turn inward. It was an eclectic grouping, one where the only connections she can think of being the two teenage boys, Simon and José. They don’t live near one another, nor near the church, so it’s unlikely all of them just happened to be coming to tell her about the same emergency in a neighborhood. What they could need her for otherwise at this time of night she can hardly imagine.

As she descends the stairs, the banging at the door gets louder and she sends up a quick thanks to Pedro that Casita can selectively soundproof the childrens rooms. They were only seven and if she didn’t need to involve them in this, then she certainly wouldn’t.

She draws her shawl closer to her chest and sucks in a deep breath. She puts on what she hopes is a face of confidence. Which is immediately lost as she opens the door and takes in her night time visitors.

“Hol-AHH, Simon your face!” The fifteen year old is clutching his face with both hands, blood pouring through the cracks in his fingers and coating everywhere else Alma could see. He had a cut right above his left eye and a broken nose. She held up a finger to signal wait and went to run back inside for an emergency healing candy courtesy of Julieta.

Before she could move to do so, Manuel Gonzales shouted out. “ALMA, Stop! This maricón deserves everything that’s been done to him.” He shakes Simons sleeve as he says it and it’s then Alma noticed the vice grips he has on Simon’s collar and Jose’s wrist. Alma had turned halfway and feels ice shoot down her spine. She stops cold.

No.

Not here.

Not now.

Not again.

She won’t let this happen in the Encanto.

With venom in her voice, she calmly says, “Release your grip on those boys and explain.”

Manuel goes on to tell her how he’d gotten up for a glass of water and noticed he couldn’t hear José snoring. When he wasn’t in bed, he went to look for him and found his son behind the bakery with Simon in the middle of an… intimate act. Manuel had started to beat them both, with Simon taking the brunt of it, when the Priest heard the commotion. He’d insisted that violence wasn’t for Manuel to decide upon and that they take this to Alma’s attention.

Alma is grateful that he did. From the state of Simon, Manuel would’ve killed him. From the hate in his eyes and in his words, he would’ve killed them both if given the chance.

Alma gives the man a decisive nod. “I see.” She turns to the Priest, “Padre, Manuel, may I speak with you a moment? Niños, go grab yourselves healing candies from the jar in the kitchen. Casita will show you.” Her tone didn’t leave room for questions.

At the permission to leave, the two teenagers practically sprint their way toward the kitchen, though she notes a limp in Jose’s step.

She turns back to the men before her. Alma is… terrified right now. But she knows she needs to do this. For Simon, for Jose, for herself, and for anyone else in the Encanto that may be like them.

_______

Alma is sixteen years old. She and her best friend Pilar spend almost all their time together.

They’ve been friends since they were eleven and Alma just thinks that Pilar is everything she wishes she was.

Recently, all of their conversations have turned to boys and kissing. Neither have gotten their first kiss yet, but are hoping to be courted soon.

Mostly though, Alma just wants to get her first kiss over with. After all, what if she’s terrible? Shouldn’t she, like, practice?

That idea had been ruminating in her head for months now. That if she could just practice kissing with someone she trusts, it wouldn’t be so scary, and maybe she would even have the courage to talk to some boys .

Except, the problem is there, that I don’t have any boys that I even talk to let alone TRUST enough to be my first kiss. It’d be so much easier if I could just kiss Pilar.

Alma feels electricity race down her skin.

Wait a minute. Why don’t I just kiss Pilar? It’s not like it’d have to mean anything, neither of us are like that, but we could get things out of the way, give one another tips! Yea, I could, I could kiss Pilar!

Once the idea is in her head, she can’t get it out. It’s all she thinks about now every time she’s with Pilar. She can’t help it. Pilar is just so cool and petite and pretty and her hair is so nice and she’s so funny and anyone would be lucky to kiss her. Her lips look so soft.

She can actually feel her heartbeat pound in her throat the day she decides she’s going to say something— for real this time.

“Hey, um, Pilar?” Pilar looks over at her and Alma can feel her knees go weak at her rich chocolate eyes.

“Yea?”

“Do you, um, maybe want to practice kissing? Like, with eachother” Pilar’s eyes widen in shock, disgust? Alma cringes back at the thought and starts trying to backtrack, talking as fast as her mouth will move.

“JusttogetitoveriwthImean, itdoesn’thavetomeananythingandthenwedknowwhattodoandifyoudontwanttooforgetIsaidanythingand—“ Alma was cut off by lips crashing into her own.

Oh.

OH.

I am like that.

She freezes, her face scrunched up in shock. Pilar pulls back after a beat, shame on her face. “Alma, I’m so sorry, I—“

Of their own accord, Alma’s hands come to cup the sides of Pilar’s face, dragging her lips back to her own.

_______

They continue on like that for a while, a few months of happiness, but also a lot of stress, in a young secret romance.

But like all good things in her life, it had to come to an end.

Pilar’s mother came home early from her errands. She caught them in her room kissing. Pilar shoved Alma off and called her a tortillera.

When Alma’s tía, her only family left at that point, heard what happened, she said she’d kill Alma herself if she saw her again. Pilar blamed it all on Alma, said that she’d forced herself on her and that Pilar had been trying to fight back. Alma got the shit kicked out of her by her own blood. She was given ten minutes to pack a bag and said if she was still in the house her aunt was getting the gun.

So she ran.

She ran until her feet were bloody and her clothing falling apart, ran until she had put that whole town, put that heartbreak, put those people she never wanted to think about again behind her.

Except here was a boy almost exactly like her.

Being punished for the way that he loves.

She’s fairly certain the Padre will be on her side. His teachings all have to do with loving your neighbors and helping one another. She can’t imagine he’d condone what Manuel is. It’s the only reason she’s able to get these words out.

“Perdóname Manuel, but I believe there’s been some kind of misunderstanding.” She steps out the door of Casita and shuts it behind her, placing a firm barricade and sturdy defender between him and the boys.

Her looks at her with clear shock and disgust on her face. “Oh, Alma, don’t tell me you sympathize with those freaks? Padre, back me up here!”

The priests eyes dart between the two. “Lo siento, but Alma is right. It is not up to us to judge. That is God’s job, and he loves us all.”

She draws her shoulders up in indignation. “And for the record, those freaks have more love in their hearts than you will ever possess. If this is how you are going to behave, then I do not think it unfair to ask you leave my Encanto.”

Manuel’s jaw drops. “You can’t be serious? You’re kicking me out? For some mamóns?”

Alma can’t contain herself. She rears back her leg and knees him in the crotch.

Manuel crumples. She leans into his face. “Sí, I am. Now you have two days to get yourself sorted and leave. Otherwise, well…” Alma lowers her voice to a whisper. “not many people know this but Julieta can do more than heal.” She releases his shoulder and let’s him go the rest of the way to the ground.

The Padre offers her a blessing after she reassured him that she’ll look after José and Simon tonight.

After all, this is an Encanto, and they have to look out for one another

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