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sparklykatt · 2 days ago
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Okay, but for the encanto aus, combine the "Mirabel dies in the house crash and goes back to her gift ceremony" with "Mirabel stops time". Like, she returns to the ceremony and notices that the candle is flickering and waits for it to stablize before touching her door, and she gets the power to control time. She tries to fix her family with her time powers, giving Lucia breaks in a time break, "finding" tio bruno, etc.
Well damn I guess I’m writing something for this too because that’s good mixing
Mirabel felt pure fear. All her senses were overwhelmed, ears flooded with screams and the cracks and crashes of her beloved home. Her sight told her everything she needed anyways. She knew exactly what would happen after she looked up, gripping the melting candle. As casita pushed her feet down the shingles of the roof, mirabel could only see the crumbling tower that would inevitably find her, and she anticipated every pain she’d feel before it got to her. The first pain was of her back hitting the wood stairs attempting to soften her fall and slide her down out of danger. The second was her skin dragging against the tile as she slid. Casita rushed to make a desperate cover for mirabel out of rubble and furniture, knowing it wouldn’t get her out the door. Mirabel barely craned her head up to look out to her family, all staring wide eyed, some at the crumbling house, and some looking directly at her. The last pain was the brief feeling of the makeshift cover caving under the weight of Bruno’s tower, crushing most of mirabels body.
As the dust settled, the girls vision got blurry, and she knew she probably wouldn’t wake up again. She thought back to all the things leading to this moment, about how this happened or how it could’ve been stopped, but it always led back to that day. That stupid day 10 years ago. The event that isolated her from her family, the event that drove tio Bruno into the walls, the event that first signaled the candles failing power. Mirabel weakly shifted her head as she once again heard screams. Her glasses had flung from her face on impact but she could she the smudges of color in the distance. A cluster of warm colors stood still and silent, right at the would be entrance of the casita. She wished she could understand them, even a little. A little closer smudged blue figured stumbled over. Forcing themselves to go to their sister. How mirabel wished she had spent more time with them while she could. The closest was her parents, racing towards her. They were probably the ones who screamed. Her poor mother, who fussed over her since that day 10 years ago. If only she could’ve assured her mother even once. The horrified, mourning hands didn’t reach mirabel before her head dropped to the ground in exhaustion. If there was one wish mirabel had, something she wanted more than anything else in the world, she wanted to go back. Even if it would end the same way, she desperately wanted to have the time to give her family the love they deserved. Unfortunately mirabels time was already up.
At least it was supposed to be. Mirabel almost swore when she blinked her eyes open behind a familiar curtain only put up for gift ceremonies. Not to mention she was in the body of a five year old. She wondered for a second if her life was flashing before her eyes, or maybe she was in a heart wrenching limbo for whatever sins she committed. But a little moving around dispelled these theories. Her family came to greet her, wishing good luck and encouragement before going to join the crowd. Abuela made her speech as the curtain opened and mirabel was urged forward once again. She wanted to cry. This would end the same way, but maybe she could make her wishes come true. She should be thankful for this opportunity, and she will be once she overcomes this… upsetting scene. Finally her tiny steps reached the second floor, in front of abuela. The candle was offered, and as mirabel put her hands on it, the flame flickered. Her tiny hands tightened a bit, staring at the flame until it burned strong again. Eyes burned into her from everywhere as she approached that stupid door that cursed her to 10 years of loneliness and a lonely death. Mirabel closed her eyes as she touched the door knob and gasps rung out. After a moment where things got quiet again, mirabel opened her eyes, only the door was still there. And she was engraved on it, smugly leaning on a giant broken hour glass and showing off a cracked pocket watch. In fact clocks and gears were all over the door. Mirabel turned to look at her abuela, only to find her standing perfectly still. The whole building was perfectly still. Mirabel reached out to the old woman, gently touching her hands, prompting her to move again, also looking around in amazement. As mirabel backed away, time began to move again. “Oh.” “We have a new gift!” Mirabel was brought closer to her abuela before being nudged to open the door, inviting the town in.
A clock tower. That’s what it was, the inside of a huge clock tower. It was fancy, luxuriously decorated with rugs and couches and tables, most decorated with some kind of time related pattern or a gear shape. It was so odd. Not only a room of her own, but one so… grand? Mirabel had no more time to muse over it though, as she was picked up by Luisa. “This is great Mira! Hey, is your gift to control time?” Mirabel giggled at the excited guess. The room had made it obvious what kind of gift it was. “I think so. I need to figure out how to use it…” Camilo came running up after the sisters, jumping to try and meet mirabels sight. “That’s so cool! Imagine all the things you can do! All the pranks you can set up!” Mirabel almost furrowed her brow. So her primo really has always been like that. The two eldest girls trailed behind to also offer congratulating hugs, finally taking tiny mirabel from Luisa. It was a bit odd though… in the future they were never this affectionate, though Isabella was for obvious reasons. She couldn’t mull on it for too long before the rest of her family gathered picking her up and pulling her to take a picture in front of the giant clock face. “A gift just as special as you.” Abuela muttered, offering a kiss on the cheek before beginning the celebration.
Mirabel stopped herself from recoiling from it all. The warm image of this day where she did get a gift clashing with the cold reality of the world where she had none. It only drove home her final revelation from that life, the breaking of the family didn’t start with her… they were suffering from the beginning. And mirabels wish came true. The opportunity to come back and make things right her own way. So this moment she will skip into the smiling crowd and act normal.
Idk if this was good. I can make this another multipart drabble where I go more in depth for how she tries to change the family to be more stable than the future she saw but I tried that in one part and it wasn’t going to stop any time soon sooo.
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sparklykatt · 2 days ago
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I’m gonna write a few “I’ll make my own gift” au prologue-ish one shots before getting into movie plot because I do want you to understand how much the village loves Mira
Mirabel dashed into town with even more energy than usual. For a good reason too, since it was her birthday! On her sixth birthday mirabel was… less than enthusiastic about it. The memory of her fifth birthday had sullied the holiday for her, and she didn’t expect nearly as much fanfare as the rest of her family got on their birthdays. Imagine her surprise when she trudged into town like any other day and was met with the entire village pampering her and persistently keeping her away from any work. Mirabels excitement for her birthday each year was renewed. Now, she was turning 10. A very special age, she was told! The big double digits is what some adults called it. “Mirabel!” Oscar called to the girl as she finally arrived at the bottom of the hill. Since he and his wife Inez were the first ones to take her under their wing, they were usually in charge of monitoring birthday party preparation. Their work was beautiful but they could really stand to change into something not covered in paint or clay dust. “Happy birthday!” Inez peeked down from where she stood on a ladder, putting up ribbons in mirabels favorite shade of blue. “Thank you senorita Inez!” Mirabel hopped between her feet happily. “Why don’t you go meet with the rest of the village, I’m sure they have plenty prepared for you.” Oscar encouraged, handing the last ribbon to his wife. “Yes!”
There was plenty prepared. Enough that kept the girl busy all day. A special breakfast was already made by her mother but that didn’t stop andre from making her a special birthday lunch and dinner (he even teamed up with Julieta to make an impressive platter of desserts) And throughout the day mirabel watched as villagers deposited gifts onto the very large gift table in the square, but she was kept away from peeking at a few by other kids, being lured into dances and games. A few people managed to sneak her away to personally open their gifts every once in a while. alicia gifted her a beautiful dress like every year before. Cecilia, who was the best wood worker in town, gave mirabel a small set of new whittling tools, and a book on animals she could make. reeve (the only respected metal worker around) gave her a set of jewelry he made personally. lian offered glass cactus sculptures and Cassandra gave her a brand new notebook. And of course nydia couldn’t come up with a good gift idea once again this year and instead volunteered to entertain the younger children an extra bit so mirabel could relax.
Eventually though, things did quiet down enough for Cecilia to pick up mirabel, leading her away from the party and to the edge of the town where only the portrait of the mountain surrounding the encanto could be seen. But now, a bit further out than any other house was a barn. It was obviously brand new and was at the very least two stories. “For you.” Cecilia put the girl down, who only stared in awe before getting nudged forward by the wood worker. “A… a whole building?!” Mirabel gasped, stepping up to the door pulling the door a bit. “All for you.” Cecilia assured her. Mirabel finally opened the door. It was clean and very spacious. It was empty as of now, but a ladder led to a loft with a balcony outside accessible from it. “It’s really mine.” Mirabel was on the edge of tears. Did she deserve this? A whole barn for herself? “It is.” Cecilia confirmed, kneeling. “Nydia, reeve and I made it together. We decided to leave it a bit plain so you could decorate it to your hearts content. Do you like it?” “I-I love it- but I…” mirabel stuttered through sobs. Cecilia only reached out a comforting hand. “Since you were never given your own room, we decided to give you this. We made it further out so it would be a private place, and tried to find the best landscape to relax you. We can’t give you a gift or a magical room, but you deserve a place for yourself, ok?” Mirabel nodded, still sobbing. It was clear that with the oncoming birth of her primo this was a needed gift. “Thank you…” mirabel hugged the woman tightly as she picked her back up. “Just tell us if you need any help decorating the place ok?” Mirabel nodded into her shirt.
What a wonderful birthday.
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sparklykatt · 5 days ago
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Part 4 of casita kicks everyone out
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The next few days led to family reconnecting as the madrigals tried to rebuild a daily schedule. Camilo ran back and forth every once in a while, updating his parents on Antonio and himself while checking on the rest of the family still left out of the house. Of course he gave the occasional passerby in the town assurances and told them that madrigal chores are on hold for now. Julieta of course would offer an arepa for anyone injured enough, but other than that the doors of casita stayed closed. “Thanks for helping in the kitchen again.” The three sisters grinned at their mother. If it was just a regular meal they could make the whole thing themselves. Julieta refused to sit back enough for that though. “It’s nice to do these kinds of things together.” Isabella said, having finally got the hang of the kitchen. Shocking what the other kids couldn’t learn while busy doing chores in town. Mirabel herself had too much time and noticeable skill in all home making. “We really should help you in the kitchen more often. This is a lot.” Luisa commented, having been the one prepping ingredients. “I’d appreciate it.” Julieta said, smiling as she set the table. That chore was usually mirabels, but they’ve all been switching things up recently. Even right now Camilo is listening intently on the plot line of Bruno’s rat telanovelas. He only got hooked after the plot twist at the end of season 5. “Isn’t Dolores visiting today? Do we know when?” Mirabel asked, turning towards the rat telenovela fanatics. “Lunchtime I think. More than enough time for everyone to get ready.” Camilo looked at his cousins for one second before turning back to Bruno. “I think this telenovela is gonna be a menace.” Mirabel commented, turning back to setting out the freshly made food.
As if on clockwork, Dolores appeared at the front door tilting her head as she was met with a jovial atmosphere. “I didn’t expect Camilo to tell the truth about it.” She commented, earning an offended gasp and a laugh from mirabel. Of course after some quick catching up on what was going on around the casita, mirabel lead Dolores up to her new room. “I never thought I’d get to see your room. I think it was worth the wait.” Dolores commented, looking at the progressively messier looking room. “It suits you.” Mirabel smiled sheepishly. “Dolores, have you… been alright. I mean I have to imagine losing your gift was probably most shocking to you I mean you were constantly hearing everything it must be so strange for some quiet and I-” “it’s a bit complicated.” Mirabels ramble was cut off by the blunt answer. Dolores turned to her with a furrowed brow and dragged the teen to sit with her. “I want to start with my own apology. I could hear everything, every comment said about you, every time you where pushed aside, every time you couldn’t help but cry or curl up into a ball. But I chose to ignore it, and ignore you. I should have stood up for you, and comforted you. Even if I just told someone else who could help it would’ve been better than what I did. I’m sorry mirabel.” Dolores clutched mirabels hand as mirabel squeezed back. “When I lost my gift… at first it was kind of relieving. Like a decade long headache had left, but suddenly I became anxious. I couldn’t hear people approaching me from far places. I couldn’t hear the people who work dangerous jobs bustling. And I couldn’t hear my family. I couldn’t listen to figure out if everyone was safe. I couldn’t even hear if you were crying or celebrating. I… I was so worried. Even with Camilo checking in on us.” Mirabel let Dolores pour all of her emotions out. This may be the first time the woman talked about her own feelings. To mirabel, Dolores was a rather distant cousin. “Dolores… I had no idea. You care so much for this family and I never saw it.” Mirabel brought her into a hug. “If… if you ever need someone to talk to, to get some worries off your chest I’ll be here. Okay?” Dolores nodded. Outside of the room, another door began to glow.
So the rat telenovela epidemic gained a third victim. Dolores had apparently been invested for years in the plot and now was bursting at the seams with the new buddy to talk to about it. The entire family was subjected to the conversation as they tried out their next family bonding project, sewing. Embroidery was next, but Julieta advised that they might want to know the much more practical skill of patching up small tears as a start. She was of course right as Luisa, Isabella and Dolores poked their fingers on the needle continuously. The boys of course were encouraged to join, but only a stitch was being done between each rat plot line discussed. Mirabel, who had already run out of tips to give her family and was now holding a finished ruana to replace her tio’s, excused herself.
For the first time in a while mirabel took a step outside casita. She wasn’t up to going to the village, but just a few feet outside the door was a nice place to clear her mind. Surprisingly though, she caught a glimpse of a yellow dress hiding. “Tia pepa?” Mirabel leaned over the small brick wall placed on the lower part of the hill. It was supposed to be something like a fancy fence or something. “Ah, mirabel i, uh, I was just you know… admiring the view?” Mirabel nodded at Pepas flimsy excuse. “You wanted to check on your kids huh?” Pepa curled up in slight embarrassment for being caught. “You know I wouldn’t blame you for stopping by for something Mille that.” “I know, but it just didn’t feel right. I mean I wasn’t ready to talk to you, really, about everything. I do know I should own up to my attitude towards you in the past I’m not denying, i just was nervous, couldn’t find good words…” pepa wrung out her hair as if it was soaked in rain. “And you know I didn’t know if you’d want to see me, you really went all out that night. Let us know how you felt and the conversation afterwards kinda drove that lesson into me, and ma hasn’t really come out since then so I didn’t just want to…” “it’s alright Tia.” Mirabel soothed her aunts hands out of her hair before hopping the small wall to sit next to her. “Let’s just talk normally. You don’t need to script any apologies.” Pepa nodded. “…so abuela hasn’t left her room after that night?” Mirabel asked. She hadnt heard that from anyone. “Well after we were… thrown out… she was still trying to blame you for everything, but nobody really listened to her at all so she shut herself away and has only come out to collect the food we give. I can’t really tell how she is.” Pepa explained. “She doesn’t look angry any more, but I can’t tell what she’s feeling so…” mirabel nodded, having experienced her abuela’s empty or hard to read stares many times. “I can never tell when she does that.” Pepa also nodded solemnly. “I didn’t want to be shut away with that anymore so I left the house but I don’t know why I came here. I thought about seeing Julieta , checking on Antonio, I also… thought about sucking it up and apologizing to you without a plan. None of those plans are going very well.” Mirabel almost snorted. The two sat in silence for a moment, looking at the uncharacteristically quiet town. “I’m sorry mirabel. I was… cold to you. Ignored you as if you weren’t still a part of the madrigals because you didn’t get a stupid gift.” Pepa huffed. “I must have set a bad example for my kids too. They seemed to just follow suit, though Camilo tried his best back then.” Another short silence. “I should’ve tried at least. Assure you that you were the most blessed of all so you didn’t need a gift or something cheesy like that. Though, I’m beginning to see that these gifts don’t seem to have helped us. Just stress us out while the village relied on us.” Pepa sighed as the two stared into the streets. It was silent because most of the town didn’t know what to do with themselves. They could do plenty on their own but not nearly the things the madrigals did for them. Mirabel leaned against her Tia. “This entire thing sucks huh? From the gifts to how our family ended up and the village…” pepa chuckled. “Why don’t you go get tio felix and come back to the casita? At least to visit. I need to show you my very own room.” Mirabel invited, earning a warm smile.
The door they saw that day was welcoming. A gentle smile on mirabels face matching a strong, slightly relaxed posture as she stood in front of a glowing casita, small figures peeking out of its windows.
The last part is next. Honestly I’m getting more and more distracted from these by other au’s and stuff because I do like to put characters in different positions that make their lives worse (or better!)
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sparklykatt · 9 days ago
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Just imagined what if the madrigal grandchildren just like, talked? Like they don’t seem to really interact that much in depth before the movie. So what if the eldest children (Isabella, Dolores, Luisa) just had a convo when they were young teens and realize they are collectively having an awful time.
- they’d create a much closer, much more protective dynamic
- they still don’t quite stand up to their abuela but make cover stories and excuses to lessen each other’s burdens (Dolores complains that she hears Luisa’s stress and physical strain all the time and haggles gets her a day off on the weekends)
-instant over protectiveness when mirabel and Camilo are born. Dolores will always alert the other two if they get in some kind of trouble.
-after mirabels gift ceremony all the grandchildren huddle in Isabella’s room to comfort her.
-they have more emotional talks with each other as time goes by
-they collectively team up to keep anyone from getting hit on (Dolores uses this to her advantage to curve Mariano’s interest onto her while the others are preoccupied keeping Isabella sane)
-I also imagine mirabel would also get a lot of shit from sleezy guys? Since she’s seen as the most vulnerable. This just leads to plenty of men being hung upside down from vines or having bruises of shame from Luisa or mirabel herself getting him off her.
-Antonio is born and they all collectively get ready to indoctrinate him into their dynamic
- mirabel is still closest to Antonio but everyone else pays noticeably more attention to him
- if casita still starts breaking (these kids are still under a lot of stress man) the story is more quietly shared between the grandchildren and they work together to figure it out
-finding the vision and they all just kinda make the silent agreement to not say a word
- the rats do eventually steal the vision and lead them to Bruno which stresses him out greatly
- just all six of his nieces and nephews gathered in his tiny room in the walls
-I think to make the miracle stronger they might need to help pepa or Julieta, they it and their kids are already on good terms
- abuela gets mad at them because the end result is not constant sunshine like she wants
-mirabel still goes off on abuela because how dare she hurt her Tia and mama
- if casita fully collapsed after that mirabel would have no chance to disappear on her own because the grandchildren huddle up in their little oh shit circle
-idk I think the rest would be the same, just with dos oruguitas happening with all the grandkids
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sparklykatt · 11 days ago
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Camilo and mirabel from @space-ghost-with-the-most dad of two au. They’re mocking how the town talks about them lmao
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sparklykatt · 11 days ago
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Ok I’m finally writing for my “I’ll make my own gift” au for some variety in my life
Little Mirabel really had no idea what to do. She vividly remembered the way love turned to fear in her abuela’s eyes as the glowing door faded away a few days ago. It was deafeningly silent in the house. No one talked about it. As if it would go away if they ignored it. Mirabel couldn’t take it. So she decided to go into town. What’s better to fight silence than a bustling town.
That plan was a bust. Even though the villagers clearly saw that the small child had snuck out, they chose not to make a commotion over it or speak to her. They probably figured they could let her have a peaceful day out after her birthday. But she didn’t want peaceful! Eventually mirabels stroll took her to a small, solitary square lined with little studios and shops. “Little mirabel?” Two heads poke out of a shop. A man and a woman. The woman had tied her hair back and was wearing an apron smeared with different colors. The man similarly wore an apron, but it was instead powdered with dust and clay. “Are you… lost?”
When mirabels daily runs into town first started, people couldn’t help but be curious, but left her alone figuring she had found a new playmate to keep her mind at ease. But that illusion was soon shattered when a teen boy came back from an errand, claiming that he saw mirabel in the wood workers shop. The shop owner said she was interested in the craft, and that she even helped make the stool the boy was picking up. A few days after that another person claimed they found her in the clay workers shop making a vase. Then it was mirabel painting the street from a porch. Mirabel emriodering roses on a dress. Mirabel cooking by the window with chef andre. Metal working, glass blowing, making paper, dancing in the studio, even climbing onto a roof to grab a cat. Soon the villagers began to greet mirabel as she ran past, thanking her for something she helped make or deliver, and sometimes she’d stop to ask about their own day.
She grew up, learning more and more, making furniture, tools, art, utensils. She began to branch out, fixing things, making toys, mediating fights, baby sitting, comforting mourners. By the time she was ten the entire town knew they could come to her for anything they needed that the regular craftsmen couldn’t or were to busy to make. Even older and they soon asked her to help plan and host festivals and large projects like construction. Soon they gifted her an empty house to hold all her projects and personal works. Just a large shed (more of a barn than anything) but soon it was filled to the brim with colors and decor all made by mirabel herself.
The madrigals themselves didn’t really notice. Of course they saw how the villagers would joyfully greet the girl, how she’d run into town and only be seen intermittently talking to someone or delivering something. But they figured that she was just doing errands for others. Julieta did notice more. How could she not with her youngest daughter now regularly in the kitchen with her, helping with family meals, sometimes cooking everyone’s breakfast while she rushed to make enough arepas to feed a town. Isabela and Luisa also vaguely noted how little things were fixed, or designed differently recently, though not contributing it to their sibling. They also found it strange that people were beginning to ask for mirabel specifically from time to time. And when mirabel disappeared into town first once again abuela silently sighed, whispering “at least she’s finding a way to stay out of the way.”
When mirabel found out she was having a new baby cousin she was ecstatic. And not a single soul in town didn’t know, and every single person couldn’t help but be dragged along in her elation. She immediately planned on putting her toy making skills to use for the next few years. The moment baby Antonio was introduced to the family, she offered him a small stuffed leopard. Pepa in particular found it sweet, thanking her for the gift. There was no night that Antonio didn’t sleep well. Mirabel was right there, checking on him the moment she heard him shift. She embroidered a blanket for him with toucans. Made him many animal shaped toys. At Antonio’s first birthday mirabel gave him another plus, this time a lion. His second birthday was celebrated with the fanciest little animal shoes she could make. When he turned 3 she gifted him a wooden figurine set of all his favorite animals. He loved them, maybe because of her. At 4 a hand drawn and inked book of animal facts, along with a small clay figure of a giraffe, given with the promise that he’d be careful not to break it.
And soon it’ll be his fifth birthday.
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sparklykatt · 12 days ago
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sparklykatt · 13 days ago
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Part 3 of the casita kicks everyone out au fanfic
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“So ma and pa are coming too?” “And Luisa.” Mirabel nodded as the two watched Antonio happily reunite with his animals. “So your power… are you going to start growing things more freely now that it’s back?” Isabella nodded, smiling softly. Mirabel sighed a bit, also smiling. “I’m gonna go fix my room up.” Isabella said, turning away. Mirabel also turned away, moving towards a particular painting. “Tio Bruno… you have to come out eventually…” there was a moment of silence as the painting creaked. “I don’t think I…” “considering I kicked everyone out of the house I don’t think you have to worry about others.” Bruno huffed and crawled out. “I… can I at least hide in my room for a while? Until one of my sisters shows up?” Mirabel chuckled a bit. “Sure. My mom will show up soon though,” before she could complete the sentence, Bruno scurried to his tower. “Okay bye!” His footsteps stopped, then approached again slowly as he peeked around the corner at mirabel. “…are you ok? I didn’t come out last night because I thought you might want to be alone but… that fight was…” mirabel huffed, pushing her tio to his door. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got it off my chest and it looks like our family is starting to change so…” mirabel kept her eyes to the floor, “I’m sure we’ll both get hugs and the welcoming happy family we deserve.” Bruno furrowed his brow a bit before once again retreating to his room. “Well… if you need someone to vent to, you know where I am.” With a slight thud he was gone. “You got him to move back into his room?” Mirabel jumped at the voice of her younger cousin. “Yeah Antonio, I’m gonna help him get back into the family.” Antonio nodded seriously. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep our tio living in the walls a secret forever.” Mirabel half heartedly chuckled. At least he was honest.
About an hour or so of mirabel making snacks to pass the time and somehow bonding with her sister and cousin (also watching as they miraculously bonded over their power and inability to shape dough) Julieta, Felix and Luisa arrived, finding the trio in the kitchen. “Mirabel!” Julieta was unsurprisingly the most excited to see her daughter. Mirabel leaned into her mothers hands squishing her cheeks and smiled at the familiar kiss on the forehead. “Oh Mira I’m sorry for not standing up to your abuela for you.” Mirabel was brought into a tight hug, soon joined by Agustin. “Ma… pa… heavy…” after a second the duo backed up, keeping their daughter close in their arms. “I’m so proud of you for last night. For not letting anyone downplay your worth.” Felix complimented. Mira could only grin back. He was always the one to fight for his children no matter what, even against the madrigal matriarch. It was a good balance to her mothers less confrontational but always available love for her children. In truth mirabel wasn’t really mad at them in the first place, they just got caught up in her accidental display of frustration through casita. “Thanks.” Mirabel carefully back out of the embrace and peeked at Luisa, who was waiting patiently, if not timidly for her turn. “Come here Luisa.” Despite her loss of her power, Luisa nearly lifted mirabel a foot off the ground at the invitation. “Im sorry too mirabel! I was so caught up with living up to the expectations and doing my work I ignored you! I couldn’t protect you at all!” Mirabel shimmied her arms out of the grasp of her sister to give a pat on the shoulder. “I don’t blame you for that. You were just trying to do your part to help the village.” Mirabel decided to leave out her thoughts of contempt towards abuela, who pushed her to pick up so many menial chores at once. The mood was too nice for that. “Oh right! I need to get something!” Mirabel quickly scrambled up the stairs, leaving her family slightly confused. Soon they heard her again, this time muttering. “You had an out to prepare, and guess what? Ma is here to your condition to come out has been met.” Julieta raised a brow at a mention of her but stayed standing patiently. Soon the door opened again. Julieta’s hands flew up to her face at the sight of her brother, being awkwardly dragged in. “Bruno…?” “Hi…” Julieta ran towards the poor man, hugging him so suddenly she lifted him over her shoulder. “Where have you been!?” “…in…in the walls…” “…WHAT?!” the kids stared at the scene as Augustin joined in welcoming Bruno back into the house. “Mira… did you find our tio in the walls?” Isabella asked, finally breaking her gaze away. “Yes. It was right after the whole… proposal fiasco.” Another moment of silence. “Luisa, why don’t you join us while they’re at it. We were making polvorosas.” “Yeah.”
Eventually the reunion settled down and the fresh baked goods were offered as a welcome back gift. Nobody seemed to want to move from the dining room. Everyone was too comfortable in their seats and there was so much to talk about. Ten years of things to talk about from everyone, plenty of which will probably be repeated later on mirabel and Bruno’s side of the conversation. Plenty of repeated apologies were spurred on too. But as they talked the day away, occasionally stopping to make a meal together, one more visitor arrived. Camilo. Who was ushered to the table despite his tense confusion seeing his tio. “Come on Camilo, we’re just talking!” Julieta guided him to sit and he froze in his seat at the situation he thought he was prepared for. He was prepared, but it was for a tense atmosphere and a burning glare. Maybe some tears and yelling. He couldn’t be prepared for something so relaxed. Or his missing tio appearing out of thin air. “Uh…” Camilo glanced in many different directions. His brother pat his shoulder clumsily, muttering a little “you can do it” while they watched the rest of the table carry on their conversation. “Now that I think about it, Camilo and maribel were quite close back then.” The poor boy jumped as he was dragged into the conversation by Luisa. Even she saw that he would need to be coerced into talking. “That’s right, since they were so close in age and stayed in the nursery together their entire lives.” Julieta nodded. “It almost got annoying, since they would always make a mess of something.” Isabella groaned, undoubtedly thinking of how they messed up one of her early flower displays some how. “Yeah… we were close weren’t we…” Camilo muttered guiltily. He really thought he was prepared to admit these things. “Camilo… why did that stop?” Mirabel was obviously trying and failing to keep the tone light, not wanting to ruin the mood. Despite the fact that this was obviously where everyone wanted the conversation to go. “I… ah…” with their mission accomplished, the family retreated back to the kitchen, making the clumsy excuse of “getting more snacks” before shutting the cousins in the dining room alone. It was dead silent. “Why did you stop talking to me?” Mirabel repeated, allowing her tone to fall into something sad. Camilo really wasn’t as prepared as he wanted to be. “Back then… after your gift ceremony I mean. Abuela seemed to get annoyed whenever we hung out, or even talked at all.” Mirabel furrowed her brow a bit. “I didn’t avoid you because of that! Just, after a while she pulled me aside, telling me I should spend less time with you, something about how I’d start working eventually and we couldn’t stay together then.” Camilo was folded into himself, nervously wringing his hands. “Abuela wanted that…?” Camilo gulped, knowing he was digging his abuela’s grave with every word. But it was the truth and mirabel deserves to know. “Yeah… I tried to get around it by having our little… adventures away from abuela but I guess we were either too loud or one of the others unknowingly mentioned us to her. One day i was told that we had to ‘train my gift’ and my parents were more than content seeing as it kept us out of trouble.” Camilo peeked at mirabel, who had her wife eyes glued to the table. “I don’t think they understood abuela’s motives fully, and the moment I had enough mastery over my gift I was put to work in the village. Not much time to get back in touch after that.” Camilo took a breath before moving to the other side of the table to sit beside mirabel. “I’m sorry for not telling you the truth sooner… and I’m sorry for abandoning you back then.” He lifted a hesitant hand for a side hug, and mirabel leaned into it. “I forgive you. Thanks for telling me everything cami.” Her voice was soft and sad, though mirabel had no idea why.
She should be angry, most of her issues stemmed from abuela apparently very directly sabotaging her family’s relationship. But instead she was sad, the abuela she wanted love from working to isolate her, her cousin and sisters dealing with their own unintended isolation. Lord knows what kind of issues she’ll finally recognize in pepa and Dolores if they ever come to talk. “This family is such a mess. It’s idiotic how none of us had seen it before.” Mirabel mumbled, earning a solemn nod from her cousin. Suddenly Agustin’s head popped out of the kitchen. “More snacks, to brighten the mood!” The others peeked out behind, obviously searching for any clue that the confrontation they set up was a success. “And some juice!” Luisa added, carrying more glasses in when spying the awkward side hug the cousins were in as a sign of good things. “Thanks.” Mirabel gave a great full chuckle and Camilo excitedly took plenty from the snack plate, offering only one to Mirabel. “By the way, since you guys weren’t here this morning… did you want to see my room?” As expected, more wide eyes. “UM, YES!” Camilo shouted as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “Oh, we’d love to see it!” Julieta beamed at her daughter with pride. Her own room, just like everyone hoped for her.
They walked past five brightly glowing doors to mirabels door. The vivid image of mirabel standing in front of casita, looking straight ahead, her expression almost neutral, and her fits holding on to her skirt. It’s a door truly fitting of mirabel.
Abuela will eventually get her own repentance arc but I’m giving her a bastardization arc first. Next part will be pepa and Dolores, and abuela gets her own chapter for character growth.
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I just wanted to let you know your 'casita kicks everyone out' AU is giving me feels
I’m always happy to provide tears
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sparklykatt · 18 days ago
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Mirabel in my “I’ll make my own gift” au definitely was the main mind behind some of the madrigal murals/ the family tree shown in the movie
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sparklykatt · 18 days ago
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-liEat au where mirabel just like eats bad dreams
-ancient magus bride au where mirabel just finds out she can see lil fae and other creatures and starts living with/ regularly visits one
-mirabel sneaks in stuff from outside the mountains and enjoys the wonders of technology. I think she and Camilo would be gamers.
Oh god encanto has become an au crossover breeding ground in my mind because magic
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sparklykatt · 18 days ago
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Part two of my lil casita kicks everyone out drabble give the families consequences and reactions. May be long winded.
After an hour of Julieta and Agustin worrying and pleading at the door or the locked casita, the cast out madrigals were lead to an unoccupied home by the villagers. Just for the night they hoped. Antonio was sent to bed so the rest of the family could talk, though it was obvious he’d stay up late, squeezing a leopard plush he’d brought. The one he wouldn’t let go of, after all, mirabel made it herself. It was too quiet. Now that they had no powers the energy was gone. Surprisingly it was Isabella who spoke up first. “I’m going back tomorrow to apologize.” All heads snapped to her. Their faces made it obvious that they all thought the same thing. ‘Isabella? Apologizing? To mirabel?’ One member had a different thought though. “Apologize?! Mirabel kicked US out! Her family!” Abuela’s anger spiked for the second time tonight. After all, her perfect Isabella apologizing to giftless mirabel was unthinkable. “Mirabel was right though. We treated her as a stranger in her own family and she didn’t deserve it. You in particular went too far.” Isabella took a shaky breath. “Mirabel didn’t deserve a moment of how we’ve treated her.” Many looked down in shame. They HAD been ignoring her a lot at best, and making her feel useless at worst. “Alright, me too then!” Luisa stood to be by her sister. “I also want to apologize.” Julieta and Agustin looked at their daughters with pride and tears. Abuela, seeing that Julieta’s branch of the family would not be swayed, turned to Pepa instead. “Pepa, you must agree! We can’t-” “Abuela… do you realize how hurt mirabel must be after what you said?” Camillo piped up, keeping his head down. In a way, it struck a chord with him as well, because his gift was being other people. He has also thought of himself as useless some days. Compared to the rest of the family at least. “Mirabel truly tries her best. We all see it, but you said something… so awful to her.” Camilo choked up thinking about it. “You’re the one who needs to apologize the most.” Abuela pulled back, glancing to the last two she felt she could get on her side. “Pepa… Dolores… you must…” “please don’t try to make me side with you. I’m the one who heard her cry every week, and heard every little thing you said about her. There’s no way I’m on your side” dolores was blunt and spoke in a flat tone, but her side eye told the old woman all she needed. “…p…Pepa?” Pepa closed her eyes, taking shaky breaths and raking out her hair as if a storm would form over her head. She’d probably feel better about this if it did. “I… I don’t… I think… I also treated her rather harshly. I remember giving her the cold shoulder a lot, but thought because she wasn’t my kid… I really need to apologize to her too. Though… I think I’ll need more time to work up the courage…” that statement sealed the debate. Not a single person was on Abuelas side. “Ma. You should at least think about it. Casita itself is siding with mirabel. If you don’t even try, you may not be able to go back.” Julieta effectively ended the family meeting there, being guided up to her current room by Agustin. Similarly, Felix put a hand on Pepe’s back, spurring her to leave silently. One by one the family followed suit. Leaving abuela to her own devices. “…Pedro… have I… truly hurt them all this much?”
In the morning the family gathered around the table, deciding that Julieta, Agustin , Luisa and Isabella should go and talk to mirabel first. They were the only ones ready, and were closest to her. Camilo noted that he also wanted to try today but wasn’t quite ready, and pepa thought she needed a day or two. Felix was going to be by her side though, so she’ll be fine. Dolores gave no estimate, unsure of what she’d do herself, and abuela didn’t come out of her room. Antonio however was going by his own schedule. “Antonio!” Pepa called as her son scarfed down his breakfast and booked it down the road, in the direction of casita. Isabella huffed. “I’ll go after him.” Not because she wanted to of course, but because if they got all the way to casita, she’d have the perfect chance to talk to mirabel more privately. So she ran.
They eventually stopped in front of casita’s door. Isabella had to wonder is mirabel was even awake yet. Antonio bounded up to the door, knocking excitedly. The door slowly opened by itself, tiles guiding the two towards the kitchen. There, Mirabel sat alone, not eating, but drinking some coffee. Or maybe it was something else. “Isabella? Antonio…” the reaction was too subdued for Isabella. “Mirabel! Antonio clamored into the chair next to her, presenting the stuffed leopard. “It’ll help you feel better.” Mirabel gave Antonio a gentle pet on the head for his little gesture. “…I finally got my own room…” the duos eyes widened. “Do you two… want to see it?” “Yes!” Antonio jumped off the seat with joy as mirabel guided them up. It was placed above the entrance, so it wasn’t noticeable walking in, but the door was there. A glowing door with mirabel on it, standing in front of casita. But the Mirabel on the door looked so angry. The carving stood with clenched fists and glared straight forward. Mirabel gently opened the door, waving them in, sparking Antonio’s personal freedom run into the room. It looked like a normal room at first glance. Large, but normal. But the little details made Isabella more aware of mirabel herself. There was a soft blue carpet covering the entire floor dark blue designs swirling from the center. That was a design she drew years ago, and showed off with pride when she could, even as it got dismissed. A large white bed was set against the back wall, silky bedsheets swaying with some unfelt wind. It looked too simple for mirabel. She never does boring designs. Will she embroider it? And since when does she like silk? There was a simple wooden beside table next to the bed, and a wardrobe and vanity on one wall where made of the same simple wood. It was too uniform for her. The walls didn’t help, being basically white except for a purple accent wall that the bed sat against. It was comforting however to see a messy corner of embroidery, decorated with a couch and coffee table. These were lucky enough to be decorated with colorful pillows and a mess of thread. The problem Isabella felt was a resounding emptiness. The room was too big for so little. “Isabella, look! The wall behind you!” She followed the child’s pointed finger. The wall around the door had a similar base color to the floor, but was decorated with many colorful designs. It was very mirabel. “It’s a nice room.” “Thanks.” The sisters stood silently, the tension of ten long years being felt. “Uhm…Mira…I actually came here to say- I mean I thought a lot about it-” a deep breath and an empty look. “I want to apologize.” Mirabel blinked, pulling back in shock and distrust. “What? Is this some kind of trick? You? Apologizing to me?!” Isabella gave a solemn nod. “After last night I realized that I was also… antagonistic to you. I thought that you were doing something foolish, sucking up to abuela when you had the freedom of not having a gift. Of not having to be perfect. My anger was so misdirected.” The words came out smoother than Isabella thought they would, and mirabel was frozen in a freaked out position. “I realized watching abuela’s outburst yesterday just how awful everything is. For both of us. I was caught up stressing over staying perfect, even almost getting married to some guy just to keep abuela happy.” Mirabel snorted at the blunt description of Mariano. “And you just wanted someone to recognize you. I’m truly sorry none of us realized…” Isabella was cut off by a tight hug. “It’s alright. Thank you isa.” It was quiet, but moved the older sister to tears. Antonio, who had patiently sat to the side, listening, also clamored to join the hug, earning a small chuckle.
Just outside of the room two doors began to light up again
Since im already here I’ll try to make more parts of the family coming back but I wanted these two because Antonio did nothing to mirabel and this au would start just after the entire “what else can I do” scene so isabella would probably be most open to apologizing despite being awful to mirabel at times.
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sparklykatt · 23 days ago
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Au’s I am more than happy to write about/ draw if anyone would like me to. Almost all mirabel gets a gift centric
-mirabel dies when casita falls and time resets to her gift ceremony with only her(or another family members?) memories intact
- kagerou type au where mirabel has non physical powers that turn her eyes red on use. (Invisibility, illusion, mind reading, paralysis, clairvoyance, etc.) she becomes a second golden child/ Luisa type figure because of having the most use.
-mirabel can stop time
-mirabel can talk to and control shadows. They’re her friends.
-mirabel suffers from anxiety after the neglect from her family and gradually stops talking. Can only whisper short sentences most of the time.
-mirabel accidentally traps her family in a bad end night type loop and forgets after every rewind.
-tangled au where she either just doesn’t get a room because she already had magical hair or more closely follows the original plot of tangled with a sibling unknowingly finding her and guiding her back.
- sharpshooter/parkour master mirabel
Oh god encanto has become an au crossover breeding ground in my mind because magic
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sparklykatt · 23 days ago
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Oh god encanto has become an au crossover breeding ground in my mind because magic
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sparklykatt · 23 days ago
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"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other
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sparklykatt · 24 days ago
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Ok so I wrote it
Silence fell over the madrigal family, who clustered together in the quickly darkening courtyard of the casita. They couldn’t have heard right- even if it was their abuela and even if it was towards Mirabel. But they were quickly proven wrong as the words were repeated with a calmer yet sizzling anger. “You’re just a distraction! A hinderance to this family and everything it stands for!” Standing separated from the family, Maribel stared down abuela and the rest of her family with eyes full of betrayal, and quickly building tears. Her head dropped, letting tears hit the tile as she backed away, further into casita. “So… that’s really what you guys think?” Mirabel hiccups broke some of the families frozen state as they tried to find the words to refute abuela’s insults. The woman herself seeming to shift from anger to shock and worry while facing the consequences of her words. “I-I don’t- I” Mirabel stopped and took a breath. “I don’t deserve this… I don’t deserve THIS! I DONT DESERVE THIS!” As her voice rose to a scream the tile began to roll under the families feet, pushing them violently towards the door. “Casita?!” Julieta squeaked as she nearly fell over. The lights of the doors began to flicker, suddenly going out one at a time despite the candle itself seeming to glow brighter. “GET OUT! PEOPLE WHO TREAT THEIR FAMILY LIKE THIS DONT DESERVE THIS CASITA! GET OUT!” Mirabel finally raised her head once again to show a face of rage with tears still rolling down her face. Another roll of the tile sent the whole family sprawling onto the grass outside as the door slammed shut. “…oh…” Camilo spoke first as Julieta stood to try and plead to her daughter through the door.
Inside the casita, Mirabel stood trembling as she stood in the same place, slowly lifting her head as a new door formed. Shapeless like a gift ceremony. Casita guided her up the stairs, pushing her to try and touch the doorknob. She took a deep breath, and watched as a carving of herself appeared, in front of the casita itself. Her home, her power, and her room.
Ok but switching encanto au’s for a sec. What if mirabels room and gift was casita like the theories but she realizes it when she gets so mad that she accidentally kicks the rest of the family out for the night. A lil “sit outside and think about what you’ve done” moment for her
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sparklykatt · 25 days ago
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Ok but switching encanto au’s for a sec. What if mirabels room and gift was casita like the theories but she realizes it when she gets so mad that she accidentally kicks the rest of the family out for the night. A lil “sit outside and think about what you’ve done” moment for her
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