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Please help Anas save his family!
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[Swap and YLMDITW Luisa belongs to @yellowcry]
Luisa: Hi Luisas, welcome to the monthly Mirabel Protection Squad meeting—
Luisas in the audience: *cheering loudly*
Luisa: Great, love the enthusiasm, guys! So does everyone have a Mirabel with them?
Swap Luisa, hugging Fracture Mirabel: Yep! One told me mine was creepy so I punched that person in the face.
Fracture Luisa, holding a broken nose: Asshole! That really hurt!
YLMDITW Luisa: Just a punch? Pathetic!
Protector Luisa: Yeah, you should have murdered them on the spot. *stands up* Would you like me to demonstrate?
Protector Mirabel: No, no, no! Just sit down and keep hugging me, please?
Luisa: Good thinking, we don’t want a repeat of last month. That poor Royalty Luisa, she will be in our thoughts forev… OH MY FUCKING GOD WHERE DID YOU COME FROM
Desconocida, tugging at her sleeve like a child: I did not get a “Luisa”
Luisa: And that’s probably for the best. Why don’t you just go stand off to the side, where nobody has to look at the creepy doll? Just over here? *pushes her offstage* Anyway, back to very important business, holding our annual vote of who has the cutest Mirabel. Now, it’s not a competition, but mine is by fAR THE FUCKING CUTEST AND IF YOU DON’T VOTE FOR HER I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU
#encanto#luisa madrigal#mirabel madrigal#pedro and alma swap#encanto fracture au#encanto protector au#encanto royalty au#encanto ride the cyclone au#incorrect quotes
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Isabela: Luisa-
Luisa: *sighs* Mirabel used to call me Luisa...
Isabela: Because it's your fucking name.
Luisa: ...I remember it as if it happened twenty minutes ago...
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@generouslovewolf, the "donation" account you reblogged, is listed as part of a scam account operation. You can find more about it here: https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/742772332577308672/scammer-pretending-to-be-in-palestine-v2?source=share
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#fucking gross#what are they trying to achieve?#maybe it's just me#but I have a feeling that it's not only money#they're also making people less eager to reblog Palestinian's posts about aid
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okay, just gonna say this now before i start this post: i have absolutely no problems with alternate universes, go ham with them, go wild, you can have fun, etcetc, they're called alternate universes for a reason, after all
however. HOWEVER.
i have a problem when people say something should have happened in canon, when canon itself disproves or goes against whatever these people want
the reason why im bringing this up?
the whole thing with how some people keep saying mirabel should have [insert the usual things people say here, hate, slap, punch, left, get revenge, etc, take your pick, there's unfortunately a lot to choose from] the family. in the canon movie.
again, i have no problem with alternate universes and seeing them in fanfics or whatever, you do you, could be interesting to see even
but when you start saying this should have happened in canon, its just. no. no.
god, it just frustrates me so much whenever i see these posts and comments, the ones that said she should have gone evil or villain or hate the family and all that stuff
because mirabel herself loves her family. she literally said it outright in the movie!!! its not in her personality and character to just go against them and hate them and want revenge. there will be hurt and hesitance and some resentment after everything she'd gone through, yes, but outright hate to the point where she'll hurt them?? absolutely not.
not with her character, her love and empathy and understanding, the traits we see her show in the movie.
like my friend once said: mirabel "he loved this family. i love this family. we all love this family" would NEVER hurt her family
say it louder for the people at the back!!
and thats not all i want to rant about tbh...the real kicker on this one?
whenever this statement is added on top of it all: "if i were mirabel—"
well, news flash people who keep saying these things, mirabel isnt you. mirabel is her own character who has her own experiences and her own feelings. maybe you'll be able to relate to her, especially with similar experiences, but that doesn't mean you can just copy and paste your own feelings onto her and say this is what she should have done in canon because thats what i would have done!!
we all project onto our favorite characters in various ways, which is completely fine, go at it and definitely not surprising for a story about family issues, but when you start to project so much that you throw away the character's actual personality and characterization in favor of said projection? yeah...no.
thats not mirabel madrigal anymore, that's a completely new character...or dare i say, a self-insert for some people... 💀:////
yeah, im just so frustrated with this AAAAAAA 😭
but anyway yes.
thats it, really. again, AUs are absolutely fine but if someone starts yapping about how canon should have [insert whatever those people keep saying here] instead while disregarding actual canon and proper characters and personalities, im going to become violent
anywho...thats my thoughts on this, went on a bit of a tangent but
yeah
anyway bye—
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Who's hermanita now?
Isabela is sure Luisa is the shortest person in the world, Luisa loves being annoying and Mirabel thinks they should measure their height to see how they went
Julieta covered her mouth, yawning softly. It was early in the morning. However, she preferred to be awake before the sun would even get up. She loved this quiet time when the world seemed to be frozen in their dreams with only her and her mother being awake.
Or not only them, after all, Julieta had her own daughters now. Luisa flushed into the kitchen in a flash. Stood on her toes to grab a cup. Julieta groaned, putting the kettle away.
"For the hundredth time, Luisa, you're too young to drink coffee." She sighed, hiding the drink away from her already far too energetic child.
For some reason, her middle daughter liked coffee so much that it was almost dangerous for her age. And where did she get it?
Luisa puffed out her cheeks, she looked so cute with this anger in her little eyes. Oh, Julieta still couldn't believe it was seven years since she had carried her second child in her womb. "But I love it,"
Luisa loved coffee way too much. Julieta blamed Pepa for it, she was the one who had left a cup unattended several years ago, allowing a toddler to snitch it. And now look where it got them.
But the girl didn't get to stay mad for a long time, as a sleepy Mirabel entered the kitchen as well. Julieta chuckled, observing how her strong daughter hugged her younger sister, throwing her in the air.
"Good morning, Hermanita!" Julieta winced at the scream. Oh, her two youngest babies had such a cute relationship. Luisa had claimed Mirabel as her child, always helping with her. It was really sweet of how much attendant Luisa wanted to be despite her young age. Of course, Julieta made sure not to force her to do anything out of her age.
Two years old blabbed something, cuddling against Luisa. Oh, Julieta wished she had a camera right now. She kneeled next to her kids. "Corazon, how did you sleep?"
"I saw Casita playing piano tonight!" She exclaimed proudly. Luisa let out an excited gasp, clapping. But, honestly, she would react the same way regardless of what Mirabel had said. She just adored her sister so much.
Julieta smiled, picking her up, why should they be so sweet? Or tried to, because having a child with super strength meant you didn't have any physical advantages. "No, No!" Luisa demanded, stomping her foot. "Don't take Mira! I need to hug her more!"
Julieta blinked but eventually replied. "But your hermanita needs to eat something so she would have the energy to play with you."
This seemed to convince Luisa as she reluctantly pulled back. The middle child crossed her arms strictly, looking up at Julieta with a face that made it clear how unhappy she was with the fact that her sister had been snitched from her.
Mirabel enjoyed her fresh salad while Luisa was throwing suspicious looks at the coffee kettle that she couldn't reach under her mom's strict gaze. Give Luisa a chance and she would drink the entire pot. Attempts to push some fresh food to her failed as Luisa ignored the plate with her name and drawn barbells in front of her.
Soon enough, the eldest child joined them. Still sleepy, Isabela didn't like early waking up, unlike her mother and sisters. She rubbed her eyes, half asleep, and sat in the chair next to the younger girls.
"Buenos dias mami," She muttered under Luisa's grinding her fork against the plate. "Stop!" She demanded, trying to take the fork away. Oh, Dios Mio. Again.
Luisa stuck out her tongue, trying to fight Isabela off over her fork that she didn't even use before Julieta grabbed it away. Sharp cutlery wasn't a toy. She feared to imagine what would happen if they will hit each other unluckily and stuck it in somebody's eye.
"Ah, calm down my tiny baby Hermanita!" Isabela scoffed, pulling up to ruffle Luisa's unkempt hair.
"I'm not tiny! Mirabel is!" The youngest girl gasped, offended, but kept eating her breakfast. "I'm basically the same height ad you are!"
"You are not!" Isabela placed her hands on her sides. "I bet you a meter shorter than me!"
Julieta chuckled. Her Eldest didn't know how much meter was right now, but it was funny in a way to observe her kids. After all, they had a childish mentality that was so different from her own.
"You're lying!"
Mirabel winced at the yelling, her eyes welled up. "Don't fight!" She begged. She was really sensitive and hated when people were disagreeing or fighting. She had always tried to avoid fighting with other kids. And yelded if there was no way to avoid. "Measure!"
Luisa's eyes lightened up. "You're a genius!" She jumped onto her sister with another squeeze.
Julieta shook her head, laughing to herself. She loved her babies. All perfect in every way possible. Isabela whom inner fierce side was hidden for a close circle of people. Luisa, who loved helping and valued her baby sister more than anyone else. And delicate sensitive Mirabel. Three of them were wonderful girls. Sure, sometimes mischievous or poorly behaving. But it wasn't like Julieta herself had never caused any problems as a child.
Mirabel was the first one. She was small, filled with baby fat. So little compared to her sister. She stood straight against the wall, allowing Julieta to check on her. Ninety-two. Julieta nodded to herself, Mirabel was growing so fast. All of them were. Oh, how much Julieta wanted for her babies to stay little forever so she could hug them together. What if they'll outgrow her? So she wouldn't be able to get down to them? They were growing so quickly, and Julieta/s eyes were tearing from the thought that they would keep growing without a stop.
Luisa, who looked excited like a puppy was next. In two and a half years since her gift ceremony, her skinny body started growing mass rapidly. Eating a lot and exercising had given her first muscle development. Not enough to be noticed without examining her, but it was here.
"Meter thirty, four millimetres." It was tall for her age. And, honestly, Luisa was always like this. Way bigger than any of her peers. Ah, why did she have to be this big?
Isabela scoffed as if it was really lame. Ensured in her easy victory she got to her height. Twirling even more than Luisa, it was a big hard to get her height.
Julieta made a mark on the doorjamb. Just below Luisa's. Isabela raised her eyebrows, her face winced as if she tried to digest information that she didn't understand. "What does it mean?"
As checking the eldest's child's height, Julieta blinked. But eventually announced, "Isa, you're meter thirty and three millimeters." Just one millimetre shorter than Luisa.
Luisa fluttered, proceedings the information for a second, before she bent in half, laughing her lungs out. Her hiccupping laughter echoed through the house. She wanted to prove she wasn't that short, but the fact that she had actually outgrown Isabela... It was a giant surprise to her.
"And who's small now?"
Isabela clenched her fists. "Mama, recheck! You measured us wrong!" Because it had to be wrong. She was the eldest. She was supposed to be the tallest between them. There was no way Luisa could have outgrown her.
Luisa laughed even harder, resting her arm on Isabela's shoulder. "What, are you scared to admit that you're shorter than me?"
Julieta's attempts to separate her babies didn't work, as both of them kept up with this petty act. Pepa used to laugh over Bruno the same way when he became the shortest of the three of them.
"I am not! It's just a millimeter, I'll outgrow you in a week!" The older girl said with crossed arms. Reddened from anger over losing this argument she had started.
How dare her sister be taller? Does she have any conscience? It was so stupid, she should be standing in the corner for doing this! And this arrogant face had only made it worse.
Luisa wrapped her arm against her sister's neck, being annoying. "So, hermanita, how do you feel now?" Isabela growled, trying to push Luisa's back. Which was impossible, taking her gift into account. "How do you feel being a small baby sister?"
Isabela's eyes flashed with a fire of rage. "Don't call me that! And again. I'll be taller than you before you can even blink! In fact, I probably had already outgrown you!" Isabela's knuckles turned white, she gritted her teeth.
Luisa seemed proud of herself. Lightened with the fact that now Isabela was the one to lose this competition. She could announce this as her biggest victory with the proudest voice in the world. What could be better than being the tallest child in your family? God forbids her if she'd lost this privilege.
"Say what you want, hermanita."
Julieta had to catch her daughter's arm to prevent her from hitting far too smug Luisa. Oh, dear, the house would never be quiet for the months being, regardless of whether Isabela would or wouldn't get taller again.
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Candle Holder this... Miracle Holder that...DID YOU NOT WATCH THE MOVIE OR LISTEN TO ALL OF YOU OR READ THE Q&A!!!!
Alma NEVER considered the miracle as something she or the family owned or she held as the Matriarch! Rather something they needed to earn! A blessing.
Being Matriarch was never a magical role. For there was also no gifts till the triplets were 5! Alma took the role of leader herself! Casita to shelter. The others def looked for her for guidance! She def had help of others along the way! As she did not build that village alone!
There are TWO miracles. Abuela’s, born of love for family, embodied by her candle, flame-colored magic (stemmed in her grief and need to protect.), the 2nd: Mirabel’s, born of the same, embodied in casita, its colors… everyone’s! (Free and hopeful!)
The miracle is them!
Matriarch was NEVER some magical role where you are holding a candle (added there is no candle now!) or hold a miracle (as the miracle is the love and connection they feel in themselves and each other.)
It is due to their characteristics someone would be next leader!!! Not a magical role. If person so happens to have a gift that is an add on!
You can be leader with or without a gift!!! You can also just not be one. As they are all special/without or without a gift!
Mirabel is special, important, shines and valued as a person even without a gift! She is the true gift for her own self!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Isabela: Why do you look like that?
Luisa, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?
Isabela: Like you’re merging with the floor again
Luisa: It’s because I’m merging with the floor. Leave me here to perish.
Dolores: Raula accidentally called her “Lulu” in front of everyone today. And now she dies from embarrassment
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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
Reblog to increase sample size!
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By the way, have you done your daily clicks?
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One track mind, one track heart
Pedro wonders if his family will ever be safe
Isabela wonders if she can break out of her Abuela's portrait.
Luisa wonders if she can protect her family.
Pedro and Alma swap au
Pedro wonders if his family will ever be safe
He did his best to protect them at all cost, pulling them as close as possible. Most of his family were girls. And girls were weak. They could die, like Alma if he didn't protect them from danger. He had failed his wife already, let her be slaughtered. Guilt never stopped eating him, not allowing him to forget his weakness. Of how Alma died because of him.
Being in control of his family was important. He had to keep them all safe. He was given a second chance, a miracle. He couldn't lose it, he couldn't lose anyone. Controlling every movement, every step of his loved ones, he made sure they wouldn't face the same horrific fate as his beloved Alma.
He didn't trust anyone, he couldn't trust anyone. It was a matter of his family's safety. Women couldn't go out without accompanying. Who knew what would the villagers do? What if there were some evil people, hiding in their peaceful homeland? Waiting in the bushes to get a strike. What if they would burn the town down, kill and destroy everyone? What if somebody would die again because he wasn't able to step in, because he failed to protect them? (Like he failed with Alma)
Pedro couldn't let this happen. He swore on a magic flame that safety was his main goal. There was no way he would put anyone in danger ever again. He failed Alma already and there was no forgiveness for that. No amount of prayers when he bowed before God, begging, asking for Alma not to hate him could ever fix his weakness that night. But if he prevented anyone from dying ever again, if they were safe... Maybe he would redeem himself. (He wouldn't, there was no way to bring Alma back.)
He kept his family on puppet stings, too scared to let them go. If he did, he would lose anybody again. He had to monitor them every second of their lives. Every breath, everything should be controlled. Casita was safe. Its walls were like a fortress that held the Madrigals. The outside world was dangerous for his daughters and granddaughters. They would get killed on place. Pedro got this realization in the most painful way possible. Now he would never fail them again. Not like he failed Alma the same day she gave birth to their kids. As long as he kept his eyes on everyone, they would be okay. (He hoped, he couldn't survive anybody else's death). Luisa was perfect, she wouldn't be a failure like himself. (Would she?)
He doesn't know if this protection will be enough.
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Isabela wonders if she can break out of her Abuela's portrait
She wasn't stupid. She knew how Abuelo was throwing a fleeting eye on her, how he saw her. Isabela Madrigal, the eldest granddaughter of the Madrigal family. The one who looks like her grandmother portrait that came back to live. She had no problems with it, part of her was even proud of how much she resembled her brave Abuela, a heroine who lost her life for her family. But she had problems with Abuelo.
She was young when realization was growing in her head. For Abuelo, she wasn't Isabela. She was Alma. No matter what she did, how hard she tried to draw this line as clear as possible. Delimit herself and her deceased grandmother.
It put her in a strange position. On one hand, Abuelo tried to ignore her existence, pretending that she was a ghost that he shouldn't pay attention to. On the other, he tightened the ropes over her so hard that it was painful. He didn't let her take a step, do anything that could be dangerous in his opinion (which meant almost everything). She was invisible, but at the same time, endless eyes were always looking at her, making sure she was okay.
It wasn't the same with the other girls in her generation. (Well, maybe it was with the Mirabel). Dolores and Luisa had more freedom. Or, maybe it was because Dolores was quiet and didn't seek for troubles, preferring to stay in one place instead of breaking all the pointless rules. (Or when she did, she could hear when she had to go back to ensure Abuelo hadn't caught her). And Luisa was a special case. Abuelo had said the girls were weak. And when Luisa wasn't... Well, she was treated the opposite of Isabela, or Mirabel, or Dolores. Part of Isabela was happy for her sister, part was jealous of all the attention and freedom she was getting on a daily basis. And it also broke Abuelo's entire point in 'all girls should be protected' because, apparently, there was at least one that didn't fall into this rule. And if it wasn't for this one exception, MAYBE Isabela could accept it. He had the best intentions. But this behavior with Luisa was hypocrisy.
Abuelo's behavior was confusing. On one hand, he was never available for Isabela, but he also had never let his eyes off her. Like a collar that was broken and lying on the floor but at the same time was tightly wrapped around her neck. Because she was a reminder, a painful fact of whom he had lost.
She wasn't Alma. She was Isabela. But it seemed like there was no way for Abuelo to see them as separate people.
She doesn't know if she will ever be somebody else
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Luisa wonders if she can protect her family.
That's what Abuelo had said. She was strong, it was her responsibility to keep them okay, to fight for their lives if there was a need. The idea of anybody dying was too terrifying.
There was a constant worry, fear eating her up. That she wouldn't be strong enough, that somebody would die because she didn't manage to protect them. Maybe she was just as much of a control freak as Abuelo. But it was something she had to do. After all, if she knew where everyone was and what they were doing, she could help them better. If somebody was dying and she didn't know where they were, how could she help them? Every mistake could cause harm, lit match could start arson. A knife could stab someone and make them bleed out to death.
Luisa needed to be a perfect soldier. If evil men would come back, she needed to fight them off, keep them away from her family. But what if she wasn't fast enough? Wasn't strong enough? It was something that existed in her back all the time. Panic, the terror of the thought that she would fail in a combat. That she would be left in the ruins of nothing.
Was there a way for her to keep everyone safe? It was her job, her life was carved, shaped into the word protection. How many things could hold a secret harm for everyone? Abuelo believed it was everything. Spending so much time with him, Luisa had certainly got this trait too. Along with a burning wish for safety, to be in control so she would protect them.
So what if her guts are twitching inside out from a sudden sound? What if Dolores, who can hear everything, can't calm down her anxiety? It was fine. Being alert meant that Luisa was ready to fight if necessary. The concept of feeling safe was something foreign, that she couldn't comprehend. Not for herself(don't tell Abuelo!), not to anyone else. How could anyone feel safe if the soldiers from Abuelo's past were still alive? If they could break in and attack them? Ann there would be blood and limp bodies dropped on the ground, washed away by the flowing river of gore. Because she wasn't strong enough, because she hesitated, because she failed like Abuelo that night. Houses would be burned, a smell of death would rise in the air.
Luisa needed to be strong, to protect everyone, to keep them safe. She didn't want for anyone to get lost as Abuela did. But she couldn't know for sure, the worry of danger waiting to strike her family never slowed down.
She doesn't know if she would be enough to protect them
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Luisa: Hey, sis, I made a café con leche for you!
Isabela, suspicious: What's the catch?
Luisa, who'd used a pink strawberry milk: *eyetwitching* Nothing!
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Isabela: What's your greatest fear?
Mirabel: Being forgotten.
Isabela: ...
Isabela: Damn, that's deep.
Isabela: Mine is pink coffee without millk
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How many people are still in the Encanto fandom? Show of hands! (Cause it's kinda hard to find people, that I don't already know, that are still in the fandom)
PROSHIP DNI WITH THIS POST AND F*CK OFF!
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Carlota: Are you ready to commit?
Isabela: Like a crime or relationship?
#encanto#isabela madrigal#incorrect quotes#isabela x carlota#carlota ricaurte#isabela's girlfriend? isabela's girlfriend. let's go
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