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miracles-and-butterflies · 7 days

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Posting an old AU, which did later and very loosely inspire my work: Intertwining Threads of Gold.

Allow me to introduce Severed Threads AU.

As this is a really old AU (the second Encanto AU I made after Fracture), it’ll be no surprise to you that’s it’s already completed. No spoilers or withholding information here! So, with that said, I’m just gonna drop the plot below.

Story starts in 1951. (For reference, Casita’s rebuild/the return of the miracle came about at the end of 1950).

With Isabela no longer having to be the golden child, there is a huge question of who will be Alma’s successor. She is leaning towards leaving the matriarchy to her children, the triplets, when she passes but the council talk her out of this. The council want to rule themselves but do respect most people wouldn’t accept a leader outside of the Madrigals, as Pedro was the one who sacrificed himself and it’s their miracle that has made their town a paradise. So… their candidates are limited to the Madrigals.

It doesn’t take them long to settle on Mirabel, as the weakest link, and plan to rule through her.

They easily manage to convince Alma to appoint Mirabel as her successor, who agrees that Mirabel (though will need some training) would be a good candidate. After signing over the rights, she doesn’t tell any of the Madrigals, naturally wanting to wait until Mirabel is older. The only Madrigal who does know is Dolores because of her gift but she is sworn to secrecy.

Though the council did initially plan to just wait for Alma to die, they just get impatient as they realise that may be further away than they first thought because of Julieta’s healing food. They plan to murder her.

Cut to early November. Mirabel is usually away with Dolores at the Guzmáns preparing for her and Mariano’s wedding, which makes her ties with the family distant. The council decide now is the perfect time to strike because Dolores is out of the way. At a party, one of them slips poison into Alma’s glass and she quickly dies over the next few days.

Before the news of Alma’s death can spread through the entire town, the council take Mirabel to the town hall and basically announce the death of her abuela, read out the documents naming her the next town leader and officially make her the next town leader. So… Mirabel is going through a lot. Because what the f—

The death is immediately suspicious to the rest of the Madrigals, as it came out of nowhere. Only made more suspicious by them finding out, through the other townspeople, that Mirabel is now the town leader. They don’t get a moment to ever talk or even see the girl, who is incredibly busy and being pulled like a puppet on strings. The council are purposefully keeping them apart, to keep control over Mira.

Julieta and Bruno are the ones who eventually workout their mother has been poisoned - thought it should be noted that Antonio and Isabela also assisted in this discovery. The news spreads like wildfire through the town and a mob rises up, the Madrigals included, demanding answers and that the person responsible be killed.

Realising this has blown up massively, the council act quickly. They pretty much abandon Mirabel and save themselves. Mirabel is arrested and is to stand trial in the future for her alleged crimes. While under arrest, she is driven “insane” by the lawyers who try to speak with her - they are all being paid off by the council, so they are just trying to make Mirabel confess to being guilty anyway they can.

The council unanimously agree to stand against Mirabel, fishing out any evidence they have and bringing it to court. This also includes the manipulation of Dolores, who agrees to say what they need her to. As she is made to believe that by Mirabel being guilty, she can be saved because of her age.

The trial runs over a couple of days. Mirabel finds out that Dolores is to stand in trial on the last day and plans to an escape (into the prisons garden) to be able to plead with her cousin as she head to court. Which, to her credit, does work. Only Dolores is pulled away and Mirabel never gets any sign that her cousin thinks/knows she’s innocent. Mirabel realises that she is completely screwed; she’s going to die.

Mirabel is found to be guilty and her means of death is left to be decided by the head of the council. As there is no official town leader, the rest of the council are left to make the choice. Based on something Mirabel said when they first made her town leader about Marie Antoinette, they pick beheading. Mirabel dies shortly before her seventeenth birthday.

Julieta becomes the next town leader a few weeks after. The council thought she would be the most controllable after Mirabel, which they were right on.

The family, though shaken over Alma’s death and Mirabel being a murderer, they do slowly fall back to normality and learn to move on. All saving Dolores, who is driven mad by her guilt and frequently claims that Mirabel is haunting her - she is kept in her room for the most part. Only her parents, Julieta and Camilo visit her regularly.

Luisa is also not as easily moved on. She gets pissed when Mirabel’s belongings (that she had in prison) are returned to them, mainly just books. She writes on the front page, mentions nothing about what she did or didn’t do to Abuela - just talks about the book itself.

While complaining to Isabela about it, Isabela points out that Mirabel would have been monitored and probably not allowed to write something so freely as her final words or a message of love. Which gets them both to thinking… how much control did their sister have? Both in prison and before?

They basically become detectives. There’s some breaking and entering, stealing things from the council, trying to make sense of anything Dolores has to say, and ultimately realise that Mirabel is innocent and the council are pieces of shit.

Timeline of events:

Late December 1950 - Casita is rebuilt and the magic returns

1st May 1951 - Alma signs over rights of succession to Mirabel

20th July 1951 - Dolores and Mariano are engaged

2nd September 1951 - Alma is poisoned

4th September 1951 - Alma dies and Mirabel becomes the matriarch

9th/10th September 1951 - Mirabel is arrested

4th November 1951 - first of Mirabel’s trial, she pleads her case

5th November 1951 - second day of Mirabel’s trial

6th November 1951 - final day of Mirabel’s trial, she begs Dolores for help and fails

8th November 1951 - Mirabel is sentenced

13th November 1951 - Mirabel is beheaded, Dolores is the only Madrigal in attendance

1st December 1951 - Julieta becomes the new town leader

Summer 1952 - Isabela and Luisa realise something isn’t right

#encanto #encanto au #encanto severed threads au

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foreveranevilregal · 7 months

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Encantober Day 6: Heart

It was a week before Antonio’s gift ceremony. Technically, it was also a week before his birthday, but in the Madrigal family, one celebration took clear precedence. Julieta was in the kitchen, pulling together dough for some arepas. For some reason, her family always liked those best. Keeping her company at the table was Mirabel, surrounded by her box of multicolored threads and swatches of bright fabric.

Julieta snuck a glance at Mirabel. The girl was so focused on her work, worrying her lip as she put together bits of fabric in different patterns. It warmed Julieta’s heart.

“What do you think, mamá?” Mirabel held up two different colored swatches: one a lighter brown, one darker.

Julieta tapped her chin, thinking. “Show me again what you’re using as the base.”

Mirabel pointed to a strip of bright yellow fabric. “That one.”

“Then I’d go with this one.” Julieta selected the lighter shade. “It matches better.”

Mirabel nodded sagely. “You’re right. Thanks, mamá.” Humming to herself, she set down the other swatch and set out cutting the one in her hand.

This was a very special project for Mirabel. For Antonio’s ceremony (and birthday…whatever…), she was sewing him a stuffed jaguar toy. Ever observant, Mirabel had noticed that Antonio gravitated towards animals, and wanted to make him a present reflecting that. Jaguars were big, brave, and strong, Mirabel said. She could see Antonio was nervous about the ceremony, considering what had happened at the last one, and wanted to offer him some comfort.

Someone lesser might be envious, or even bitter, that Antonio would get to experience what she hadn't. But that simply wasn't Mirabel's style. Kindness spilled out of her like water from a spring. All she had ever wanted was what was best for people.

Kneading her dough, Julieta watched Mirabel out of the corner of her eye and smiled. She loved all her children, of course. They were all treasures in their own right. But Mirabel…Mirabel was special. Despite having been skipped over by the Madrigal gift (a fact that had never changed Julieta’s view of her), Mirabel was able to bring light wherever she went. What she lacked in magical power, she made up for in kindness, enthusiasm, and hard work.

At first, Julieta had worried about her. Not getting a gift as a Madrigal-born is something that had never happened in living memory, and as relieved as Julieta was that Mirabel would be spared the pressure placed on herself, Pepa, and the other children, she was also concerned about how others would see her. Just like she feared, people began treating Mirabel differently from the other Madrigals. A more cynical person might say they weren’t as inclined to be kind since Mirabel didn’t have a gift to offer them. Julieta was more charitable. She chalked it up to ignorance and their own pain, as well as seeing how some of Mirabel’s own family members treated her. That was an ugly truth she could not deny. As much as she’d talked to her girls (and her niece and nephew when appropriate), children were forgetful and could be unintentionally cruel. Her mamá...that was a different story.

However, none of this cruelty discouraged Mirabel. If anything, it made her even more determined to prove that she could contribute to this family just like the rest of them. Although her contributions may not have been as conspicuous, Julieta certainly noticed them.

When a kid was alone and had no one to play with, Mirabel played with them. When Dolores needed someone to listen to her for a change, Mirabel was there. When Camilo needed a breather from being whoever people needed him to be, Mirabel cheered him up with jokes and goofy songs.

The list went on. She would sit with her tía and let Pepa feel her feelings, no matter how it affected the weather. She’d helped her parents with chores; taking on laundry and ironing all by herself. Her papá had shown her the way around a needle and thread when she was younger, and Mirabel had taken to it instantly. One by one, she’d embroidered designs on all of their clothing, each personalized to reflect the wearer’s gift and personality. Whenever Julieta needed help, Mirabel was always there to lend a hand, no matter how unpleasant the task.

She never complained. She was never ungrateful. Instead, Mirabel gave of herself in every way she could. Julieta could not be prouder of how her little girl was growing up.

A stack of arepas filled the waiting plate next to the stove. The sun moved across the sky. Julieta had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the time fly by. Letting out a deep breath, Julieta turned off the stove and turned to face Mirabel.

She was focused intently on her work, sewing a seam on the jaguar. Bits of fluff poked out of the toy, some landing in Mirabel’s hair and on her clothes. Finally, she set down her needle with a flourish. “All done!” She announced excitedly.

“Let me see,” Julieta prompted her, waving her forward encouragingly.

Mirabel held out the toy.

The jaguar was covered in spots cut out of the fabric they’d chosen together, sewn in place with every color of thread Julieta could think of. It had buttons for eyes, a pink nose, and even cute little whiskers sewn on. In other words, it was-

“Perfect,” Julieta pronounced, clapping her hands together.

Mirabel brightened. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” Julieta nodded. “He’s going to love it, Mira.”

Mirabel jumped out of her seat, wrapping her mom in an enthusiastic hug. “Thanks! Now I just have to hide him so I don’t ruin the surprise.” She scrambled around to tidy up her work area, corralling her various bits and scraps in their box. Once she’d gotten everything to fit (the absence of one jaguar’s worth of material making it easier), she ran upstairs.

Julieta washed the dishes she had dirtied up while cooking. Sure, Mirabel hadn’t received a magical gift. But her heart was the biggest gift of all.

#julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #encantober #julieta and mirabel #encantober 2023 #heart #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #i almost made myself cry writing this

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reikomizuao3 · 4 months

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Last ask (sorry for bombarding you) once the grandkids collect themselves (or at least try to), they have a change in style. Go here for inspo, and they're personalities are a mix of Harley Quinn and their old selves. Like comedic villains but you can see the pain and insanity in their eyes.

Dolores - went back to being silent and reserved but all willing to execute, if need be. Listens for information on Alma and the other adults. Blackmails the town for supplies, she knows everyone's secrets so she can get anyone to do what she and her siblings want.

She blackmailed the local seamstress into letting her siblings stay in her house and allowing Mirabel to use all the fabric and thread she needed to give them new outfits/wardrobe.

While in the seamstress's house they all act like it's they're house and SHE'S the guest. But she knows better than to speak up about it and is always polite to them...hoping they spare her life.

Camilo - Comedic, funny, joker vibe. He's taking an interest in theater and pranking people of the village with...not so safe pranks. that includes his and others' parents. He's also the bomb guy, he makes bombs out of fireworks and unsafe chemicals.

He also cooks and bakes, he's the main cook in their small little family. Dolores easily blackmailed some poor soul into giving them free meat, herbs/spices, and whatever else he needs to cook with.

Mirabel - Bubbly, "sweet", always with a smile, main one with ideas, Harley Vibe. She's all of her siblings' seamstress but sometimes when she's tired Dolores and Isabela will help.

The designs of the clothes are very colorful and spontaneous. All with their respective favorite colors, which aren't magenta, yellow, orange, Blue, violet, dark blue, or any color that resembles the family they used to be in.

The outfits are usually knee length skirts, colorful pants, or pantsuits for the girls. Suits, dress shoes, and other types of boyish clothing for Camilo and Antonio.

Isabela - more prone to lash out, poison ivy vibe, more hateful but kind to her hermanitas and hermanitos, "calm", stoic, also the main one with ideas.

Luisa - "Calm", trying to be more fun, Harley and Spinel vibe: Goofy, unhinged, outbursts (not toward her family), intelligent, cunning, still emotional. She's usually the one

Antonio - He's going back to be shy and quiet. All his older siblings give him animal books to read and coloring books to color while they scheme. Dolores also blackmails the toy store owner into giving her free toys for him. At this point they are all putting their effort in to raise him themselves.

He knows what they are doing, he's not a stupid kid, thanks to Alma. He's been raised to be very aware of his surroundings and to notice every single detail in things. So, he knows his siblings are plotting to make the madrigal house crumble, he just doesn't care.

"To hell with them"

All madrigal kids have a small portion of their gifts. Isabela can make small plants appear here and there. Luisa can still lift some heavy stuff but not anything close to houses. Camilo can shapeshift but only for five minutes at a time and the scar in his face makes it hard for him to blend in.

Thankfully makeup exists in Encanto.

Mirabel can still make diamonds and crystals, but they are break pretty easily. She can't make much jewelry anymore but she something new.

She can make beautiful weapons for her to use when the time comes. The only she has to do is to sketch a few ideas on paper and concentrate more on what she wants to make. In the past, she didn't have to concentrate all that much.

It gives her a headache, but she can withstand it. in the end she has the pretty glass/crystal weapons she wanted.

But of course, these are just suggestions and you can edit things to your liking.

Literally love all of these. I probably won't get to this AU for a long while, I have a story I promised someone back in April that I'm posting tonight, along with finishing all my other stories. I will let you know when I've got something written out and I'll run it by you before posting

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heartniche · 10 months

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For @brumiraforthesoul! A little pre-brumira (~700 words) set shortly after Casita's rebirth under the cut. This was fun.

Living Room of Rebuilt Casita

“Tonito, you stay where Bruno can keep an eye on you,” Julieta threw the frantic directive over her shoulder, two separate baskets balanced in her arms.

She propped the door of the living room with finesse and juggled the baskets through. Mirabel knew that this wasn’t a life threatening ordeal, luckily. Just some of her mom’s famous empanadas, now late to a ten year old’s birthday.

Antonio sat on the floor with a ring of little brown lizards. His mop of dark hair hung into his eyes as he counseled them, no mind to the adults bustling around. Bruno was also at ease reading in an armchair by the empty hearth. But he leapt to his feet.

“Oh no, no, that's probably not a good idea-" Bruno waved his hands in front of him. Julieta’s harried expression intensified as he spoke, like she couldn’t take another setback.

“We can both babysit,” Mirabel interrupted.

She had been just out of her mom’s sight beyond the door to the kitchen. Julieta’s countenance unfurrowed- Mirabel had proven many times over that she could take care of her cousin.

“Back in an hour,” Julieta called, letting the door close behind her and bustling down the grassy expanse that led to the village. It was a muggy summer day, and almost every Madrigal had chosen to spend it in cooler areas around the rivers and up the mountains. Mirabel didn't mind the heat.

Bruno sighed and flopped back into his seat. With his well worn ruana and untamable curls, he always looked like he was one pulled thread away from unraveling. Mirabel tucked herself around the arm of the chair, peering up into his face.

“What, did you think Antonio would pick today to become a terror? For the first time in his life?” Mirabel gave Bruno a bemused smile.

“I don’t even need a babysitter,” Antonio informed them both. He was such a serious six year old, Mirabel could almost believe it.

Bruno chuckled, rueful. Mirabel basked in that laugh. She loved how it softened his face and made decades of worry lines melt away.

“Panicked. It's been a long time since I had to be responsible for anything larger than a rat,” he said.

“You do so wonderfully with those rats though,” Mirabel searched for a sign of the little friends that couldn’t bear to be too far from Bruno. Ah- a tiny face poked out of his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Just don’t want another bad thing to happen on my watch,” Bruno shrugged. His eyes snapped over to Antonio who had started fidgeting. But the boy just resettled himself on the ground to talk with his lizards some more.

There was an odd quiet at Casita without the rest of the family to help liven it up. Mirabel fiddled with the fabric seam of the armchair, linen rough on her finger tips.

“It’s a good thing I never had children,” Bruno admitted to Mirabel. “I’d have worried myself to death over them.”

“I think you’d be a great dad,” Mirabel meant it.

Bruno flushed at the compliment, turning more and more red as Mirabel didn’t qualify the statement at all.

"Really!" Mirabel insisted.

“Thanks, kid." Bruno tilted his head, wry. "That ship has sailed. Imagine wanting to start a family with the ‘most ominous soothsayer of the Encanto’,” Bruno allowed a foreboding tone to seep into his words and even wiggled his fingers above his head in menacing claw shapes, like Camilo had.

Mirabel couldn’t help but giggle at Bruno's theatrics. But what he said struck her as totally wrong. She couldn’t articulate why.

Later that day, washing dishes after another Madrigal family dinner, it occurred to her. I would, Mirabel thought. The conviction burned fiercely in her chest. I would want to.

A wise part of Mirabel knew that this half formed thought was an offshoot of something enormous and important, and still undisturbed. There was a jungle of convictions growing wild in darker parts of her soul. It was something she was still realizing about Bruno, something that once thought, could’t be forgotten. Mirabel shrugged it off.

Besides, it was too late to say it- for now, anyway.

#brumira

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usedtobeguest123 · 2 years

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Encantober - Caterpillar

“Shh!” Antonio exclaimed, waving his finger frantically in front of his mouth with wide, urgent eyes. Bruno froze mid-step and quickly stifled his greeting. Antonio was crouched next to a potted plant on the balcony of Casita, arms wrapped around his legs and chin resting heavy on his knees, staring with cross-eyed wonder at a plain green leaf. Bruno raised his eyebrows in amused confusion and quietly lowered himself down onto the tiles beside him, mirroring his sobrino’s posture and drawing his head low to stare at the leaf as well.

“She’s changing,” Antonio whispered with reverent delight, and it was then that Bruno saw the tiny chrysalis attached to the waxy green surface by a silk-fine thread—motionless stasis to anyone else, but likely filled with a mesmerizing chorus of metamorphosis for his gifted sobrino. Bruno smiled and wrapped an arm around Toñito, settling in to soak up the moment; another small miracle in la casa Madrigal.

#It's Encantoberrrrr #Thank you to all the awesome people who organized this #encantober #caterpillar #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #five sentence challenge #my writing

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madrigaljail · 2 years

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AU Idea

I thought it up on the drive in to work and thought of it more on the ride home so...sigh. I was challenging myself to come up with a modern AU and what tragically popped into my head was unfortunately “Keeping Up Moving In With the Kardashians Madrigals.” Big messy celebrity family. Yes with a reality show. I blame Pepa.

As I outlined to the Discord: Alma and Pedro were rising Hollywood starlets who met and fell in love while filming a movie together, let's call it Encanto. Their romance was well-documented because they were young and hot and happy and they had a wedding of the century blah blah blah the media and the public hung on every move they made and were so! excited! when Alma was pregnant. Towards the end Perdo got the opportunity to star in this huge production but it was filming...somewhere else, but no worries production promised to wrap in plenty of time to get him home for the birth. But then!! Alma went into labor early! because triplets! Pedro's of course on the next plane back to LA but........ it crashes. Bye Pedro.

Someone who's not me needs to thread the needle between Alma hating the industry and wanting nothing to do with it ever again and the triplets becoming an adorable little mini singing group sensation like the Osmonds or whatever. At some point Pepa goes on to a successful solo career, Julieta walks away to pursue her passion for cooking and design and basically becomes Martha Stewart, and Bruno....does the burnt out trainwreck child star thing. He wants to act even if he gets absolutely sick of being compared to his father but cannot get his shit together for any length of time. Pepa marries music producer Felix, Julieta marries complete normcore rando Agustin.

GRANDKID ROUNDUP: Isabela's a model, Dolores is also in the music biz, Luisa's an athlete, Camilo's an actor, Mirabel's a fashion designer, and Antonio is like ten leave him alone.

Do not let me do this. Unless we just want to kick it around in a ridiculous manner.

#encanto au ideas #....bad encanto AU ideas #celebrity AU #thanks i hate it #and by hate it i mean love it

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wipbigbang · 7 months

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Story Title: A Single Thread of the Tapestry

Fandom: Encanto

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49214203/chapters/124180474

Summary: Mirabel receives her Gift, but in the eyes of Alma Madrigal, it's relatively useless.

Alma had been having trouble figuring out how best Camilo could be useful, and decides to just write both of them off as having useless Gifts.

So starts the rift between the two 'useless' Madrigals and the rest of the family.

Over the years, they only have each other. Will they ever find a way to 'earn' the love of their Abuela?

Warnings: chose not to use warnings

Characters: Camilo Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, “Abuela” Alma Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Felix Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Mariano Guzman, Juancho (coffee kid), original characters

Relationships: Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family

#submission #fandom: encanto #fandom: disney #!2023 #!completed shit

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Encantober Day 1

Caterpillar

“Casita! Casita look!”

A curious squeak came from the colorful home, its tiles rising up in welcome as she waved a shutter at the boy who came trotting toward her. He had something in his hands, cupped gently so as not to jostle it too much. The sight made her happy. Antonio was such a gentle child, always careful of the other living creatures around him and ever so eager to learn about them. The fact that he seemed to enjoy showing her the new things he found was something of an entertainment to the home, one that never got old.

“Look! I found a Hanno caterpillar!” The boy carefully held his hands up to display the tiny yellow insect with pride, showing his home as if he had found the greatest treasure in the world. Of course to him it probably felt that way, so of course Casita responded as such.

The house put up a flourish of tiles, the shutters flapping open and shut in a round of applause for the boy and his prize as Antonio giggled at her antics.

“Hey Casita, listen.” As the boy sat down in a little divet in the earth right next to her wall, the home fell silent and still, waiting to hear what he had to share with her today.

“So Mami got me this book that shows me all the different bugs, right? And this was one of them! They’re super hard to find though because they’re so small and they kinda blend in with the plant’s they like to eat, but I found one!” He was beaming from ear to ear as he watched the caterpillar inch its way up his arm.

“Anyway, so these guys turn into the Hanno butterflies and guess what… They’re blue! Isn’t that cool? They go from this pretty yellow color to a blue! And they do that during their met… meta…” The house squeaked out a curious noise as the boy’s brow scrunched up. It took him a few more moments before he was grinning again.

“Metamorphosis! That’s what the book called it. Mami says that they make this shell thing and they sleep for a couple of weeks and when they wake up they have wings. They turn into butterflies! It’s so neat!”

Listening to the boy talk about his little caterpillar made the house happy, not just because he was so excited himself, but because he still chose to share. He was the youngest of the Madrigals after all, the smallest of the family. With no gift to take him to town he was able to spend his days as he wished, and somehow she was lucky enough that he wished to spend them with her.

“Tonito? You out her hombrecito?”

Well, her and her Mirabel. It was a simple thing for the home to shift her tiles, and the girl was so used to it that she was hardly ever surprised by the movement. It took seconds before Mirabel was outside, giggling and smiling and steadying herself as she stepped onto the grass to spy her little cousin.

Mirabel was another sharer. She spent her days a little differently than the youngest member of the family, but still she delighted in offering up her fabrics and thread for Casita to see. Of course these two would be close. They had all the time for their hobbies and so much to say about them and sometimes you needed more than a house to talk to, even if that house happened to be an excellent listener.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” The girl came over to kneel down in the grass, her eyes bright as she looked at the caterpillar the boy had transferred to his opposite hand.

“It’s a Hanno blue! Well… it's the beginning of one anyway.” The two grinned as they continued to watch, Mirabel settling in with a content sigh.

“Hey, are you excited?” The words had the boy confused for only a second before his excitement seemed to drain from him, his smile not nearly as bright as before. Casita didn’t like that.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Now it was Mirabel's turn to offer him the confused look, her brow arching slightly as she leaned forward.

“You just guess?” A nod was the only thing the boy offered as the home squeaked out its own worried sound. He wasn’t excited, he was nervous. She knew that because he shared so much with her. It wasn’t what she was hoping for.

All of her other children had been at least a little bit excited, happy, ecstatic. Except for maybe one… Even Mirabel, as nervous as she was, had been ready to take that plunge. Until it had led her down a different path… But Antonio was afraid.

“You know..” Everything stopped for a moment as Mirabel spoke, even Casita listened intently. “.. It’s okay if you're nervous.” The girl smiled at the boy, soft and reassuring.

“I bet your little Hanno there is nervous, too.” That had Antonio looking at his caterpillar, his eyes widening a bit as he considered that.

“You think so?” The girl gave a nod as she looked into those hopeful eyes of his.

“Yep. He has to go through a whole metamorphosis right? He has to make the cocoon and melt-”

“Wait! He melts!?” That had the boy's attention. Mirabel always did know how to get his attention.

“He sure does! He sits in that pod and he melts into goo, and after he’s done he has to reform himself back into a different bug, only this time with wings!” The little awed look on the boy's face and the whispered ‘wow’ even had Casita fascinated by the information.

“And then, after all that work he still has to push his way out of the shell and spread his new wings to dry before he even gets the chance to fly. BUT he still gets the chance, and so will you, Tonito.”

Antonio has to take a breath, his eyes casting back down at the bug in amazement before the worry moves in again and furrows his brow. Casita can feel him leaning against her wall, his weight pressing against boards she hardly ever uses. She tries now, picking one up to gently nudge at his foot, her shutter offering a forlorn creak.

“What.. what if it doesn’t work…” The boy's voice is hardly a whisper now, his fear keeping his words from reaching anyone’s ears they shouldn't.

This is his worry? That he will not get a gift? Of course he will get one, he is one of her’s, he is a Madrigal, he is her family. Everyone gets a gift. But of course… of course this would be his worry because they still don’t think everyone has a gift. Because they can’t see Mirabel’s gift. Oh if only the home had the words to scream, she would do so right now her frustration is so great.

“Antonio. You don’t have to worry about that.” Mirabel. Mirabel will tell him. She will make this right.

“I know it’s scary to think about, but you don’t have to worry. You have a wonderful amazing family who is gonna love you no matter what happens. You know that, right?” The boy looks up to her, his eyes brimming slightly with tears that he hasn’t let fall.

“You have your Mami and Papi who want nothing but your happiness, you have an older sister who will make sure you stay safe, and a stinky older brother,” She makes a show of pinching her nose and scrunching her face up to get a little giggle from the boy. “ who would do anything to put a smile on your face.” Seeing the little smile she managed to get out of him makes her smile just a little softer. “And you have me. I’m always here if you need me.”

“Promise?” The boy holds up his hand, his pinky raised in an offer.

“Promise.” The two link their fingers, a smile passing between them as they let their hands fall apart once again.

“Besides, Casita won’t let you go without a gift, will you Casita?”

The house gives a single squeak of agreement. Yes. Antonio will get a gift, of that she will make sure. The past gifts have always been something to help her family. They’ve been used in unexpected ways, but they are being used to help as she had always intended, and to a greater scale.

This time though, she does not wish to help. She has put her littlest member through worry and fear, something she never had intended. The elder members can help if they wish, but she wants to give him something for him, this boy who has shared so much of his life with her. She wants to give him friends. He has so few of the two legged youngsters that he plays with, he’s too shy to talk with them, but he talks with nearly every creature of fur and feather, hoof and claw. When he isn’t talking with Casita herself, he is playing and talking with the animals.

That is what she will give him. Everyone deserves to have friends that can talk with you.

“Thanks Mira.. I think I feel a little better.” His voice has already started to strengthen, though he still hasn’t gained his excitement volume yet. “Hey, do you think the Hanno will be in a chrysalis by the time my birthday comes?”

“He should be, maybe we can be here to greet him when he comes out. Then we can see him as his new butterfly self.”

“Yeah! Casita, can you watch him? Could he make his chrysalis here with you?”

This is an easy yes for the house. Her shutter opens carefully and a board beacons him forward. It’s an easy transfer, the little caterpillar inching its way onto the smooth wood of the shutter. As long as Casita remembers it’s there all should be good.

“Thanks Casita, you’re the best.” The warmth of the little body pressing against the outer corner of bricks has the home happily shimmying its foliage and causing a few colorful petals to fall on the children.

“Come on Tonio, let’s go find the snacks before your hermano get’s home. I happen to know there’s some cake stashed away somewhere and I want it.”

The laughter that trails inside is exactly as it should be, happy. No worry, no fear. Just as Casita has always wanted it to be.

#encantober #encanto #caterpillar #casita madrigal #casita #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #I barely made it but heres my submission!!!!

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Architect | The Last Three of Ten

Here are Three more of the Ten Architect Madrigals.

Created after the first Miracle, the Architects create and uphold the development of the multiverse of Encanto. distinguished by glowing eyes and threaded markings along their skin.

Architect Dolores

Architect Camilo

Architect Antonio

They are omnipotent beings, often without form as they share and channel their abilities for the good of development. Each tend to favour an area of existence to oversee but there’s often a lot of overlap on capabilities. (please ignore the fact i was inspired by the Infinity Stones). Most Architects aren’t firmly connected, if at all to emotion or ‘personal’ connection

General abilities

Amortal

Telepathic

Teleportation

Portal creation

World Divergence sense

Dolores is a overseer of Sound/Vibration waves. She’s able to feel, listen and maiuplaite the sense of the world through these waves; as worlds and matter are comprise of vibrations, including sound, she’s able to tap into this. This does mean from muting worlds or deafening, to causing a chill by slowing vibrations down or heat and worse by speeding vibrations up. She can literally crack matter apart with a snap of her fingers, a scream could shatter worlds, there’s lots that could fall into these areas

Dolores though favours towards ‘listening’ unsurprisingly, as means to retain information of what’s come and gone and if anything is to be relevant if required. She doesn’t get destructive without reason unless asked by Camilo or any of her architect family to get involved, she as a preference to be a support for Antonio

Camilo is an overseer of Chaos. One of the most unpredictable of architect Constructs but again, a very important one, despite that. Chaos is a natural state along side Order but doesn’t confined to the same rules. He’s capable of both but favours chaos as means to keep the motion of life ongoing, as order can crate a plateau and ridged that doesn’t lead to any evolution of the timeline or life.

Things need to happen and it needs a nudge to do so. Which is where this architect is most important to keep things in motion. He has more access to his ‘mother’s’ abilities and Mirabel’s mental abilities to achieve the necessary motions.

He’s sometimes a voice of suggestion, an idea behind a decision, in a way, he helps create divergent Timelines and AUs, but given the mortal Madrigals choose to act on the ‘input’ he considers himself ‘clean’ of any action that follows. The creation and ‘life cycles’ of AUs are also necessary to the wellbeing and energy dispersion of the multiverse and timelines

He enjoys ‘games’ which is why he likes AUs, seeing how chaos is order, or vice versa.

Antonio overseer of Communication and language, an offshoot to Architect Dolores’s but more focused than the broad cope of Architect Dolores’s range of abilities. But that means she’s important to support him in a more comic scale.

He’s capable of understanding life around him, human and otherwise, making people understand those or things people wouldn’t have thought, such like animals. There’s no language barrier with him; to be around him is to understand anyone, a natural translator. He can also mimic voices, silence them or amply them.

He’s considered ‘young’ despite the face he was forged into existence at the same time as the rest of the architects, but that’s meant due to his more limited scope of abilities and his concept.

#dolores madrigal #architect au #architect camilo #architect antonio #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto #encanto au #la familia madrigal #architect dolores #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #architect pepa #architect mirabel #architect madrigals

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“come on, it’s easy!” from antonio madrigal

@olliesmultimuse

"'Toñito, it is for you. Your hands are way smaller than mine." Luisa holds up the thread and a couple of beads.

They're making friendship bracelets for the donkeys.

#olliesmultimuse #answered asks

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Harmonic Chronicles: A Comprehensive Exploration of Music's Evolution

Music, the universal language of emotion and expression, has evolved over centuries, mirroring the ever-changing tapestry of human existence. From the ancient chants of early civilizations to the modern beats of contemporary genres, the journey of music genres reflects the diverse cultures, technological advancements, and social movements that have shaped our world. Join us on a comprehensive exploration of this musical evolution, tracing the threads of melody and rhythm through time.

Ancient Echoes:

Our journey commences in the ancient world, where music served as a vital component of communal rituals and spiritual practices. In civilizations like Mesopotamia, Egypt, and ancient China, music was deeply intertwined with religious ceremonies, agricultural rituals, and storytelling traditions. From the haunting melodies of flutes to the rhythmic pulse of drums, ancient music echoed the heartbeat of humanity, connecting individuals to the cosmos.

Medieval Melodies:

As we progress into the medieval period, music takes on new forms and functions within society. In Europe, the rise of feudalism and the spread of Christianity gave rise to new musical genres, such as Gregorian chants and troubadour songs. Monasteries became centers of musical innovation, preserving and transmitting sacred melodies through oral tradition and early forms of notation. Meanwhile, secular music flourished in the courts of nobility, where minstrels and jongleurs entertained audiences with tales of courtly love and chivalry.

Renaissance Revelations:

The Renaissance witnessed a flourishing of artistic creativity and cultural exchange, leading to significant advancements in music theory and composition. Innovations such as polyphony, harmony, and the use of musical instruments transformed the musical landscape, paving the way for the emergence of new genres like madrigals, motets, and instrumental consort music. Renaissance composers such as Josquin des Prez and Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina pushed the boundaries of musical expression, exploring themes of love, devotion, and humanism in their compositions.

Baroque Brilliance:

The Baroque era, with its emphasis on drama, ornamentation, and emotional intensity, produced some of the most iconic works in the classical music repertoire. Baroque composers like Johann Sebastian Bach, George Frideric Handel, and Antonio Vivaldi crafted masterpieces that showcased the expressive potential of instrumental music and the grandeur of vocal forms such as opera and oratorio. Baroque music was characterized by its intricate counterpoint, elaborate ornamentation, and use of contrasting textures and timbres to evoke a wide range of emotions.

Classical Conventions:

The Classical period, epitomized by composers such as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Joseph Haydn, and Ludwig van Beethoven, it marked a shift towards clarity, balance, and formal elegance in music. Classical composers embraced new forms and structures, such as the symphony, sonata, and concerto, while also refining existing genres like opera and chamber music. The classical style was characterized by its adherence to formal conventions, balanced proportions, and emphasis on clarity of expression, making it a perfect vehicle for the Enlightenment ideals of reason, order, and humanism.

Romantic Revolution:

In the 19th century, the Romantic movement swept across Europe, ushering in a new era of emotional intensity, individual expression, and artistic freedom. Romantic composers like Beethoven, Franz Schubert, and Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky rejected the formal constraints of the classical style in favor of more personal and expressive modes of composition. The romantic aesthetic was characterized by its emphasis on emotion, imagination, and the sublime, as well as its use of programmatic elements and expanded forms to convey narrative and dramatic content.

Jazz Journeys:

In the 20th century, they witnessed the emergence of jazz as a revolutionary new form of music that blended elements of African-American folk traditions with European harmonic concepts and improvisational techniques. Originating in the cultural melting pot of New Orleans, jazz quickly spread across the United States and around the world, becoming a symbol of urban modernity and social change. Jazz musicians like Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, and Charlie Parker pushed the boundaries of musical expression, pioneering new styles such as swing, bebop, and cool jazz that continue to influence musicians to this day.

Rock & Roll Revolution:

In the 1950s, rock and roll burst onto the scene, shaking up the music industry and capturing the imagination of a generation. With its infectious rhythms, catchy melodies, and rebellious attitude, rock and roll became a cultural phenomenon, challenging social norms and giving voice to the aspirations and frustrations of young people everywhere. Artists like Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, and Little Richard paved the way for the rock revolution, which would go on to spawn countless subgenres and influence virtually every form of popular music that followed.

Pop Pioneers:

The rise of pop music in the second half of the 20th century brought with it a new era of mass entertainment and global cultural exchange. With the advent of television, radio, and the internet, pop stars like Michael Jackson, Madonna, and The Beatles achieved unprecedented levels of fame and influence, shaping the tastes and trends of millions of listeners around the world. Pop music became synonymous with youth culture, consumerism, and the relentless pursuit of novelty as artists and producers embraced new technologies and marketing strategies to reach ever-wider audiences.

Hip Hop Horizons:

In the urban neighborhoods of New York City, a new musical revolution was brewing. Hip-hop, born out of the creative energy and social activism of marginalized communities, emerged as a powerful force for self-expression and social change. From its humble beginnings at block parties and street corners, hip-hop quickly spread across the country and around the world, giving voice to the experiences and struggles of urban youth in America. Artists like Grandmaster Flash, Run-D.M.C., and Tupac Shakur used hip-hop as a platform to address issues of race, class, and identity while also pushing the boundaries of musical innovation with their inventive rhymes, rhythms, and production techniques.

Electronic Explorations:

As we enter the digital age, electronic music has emerged as a dominant force in the global music landscape, pushing the boundaries of sound and technology to create new sonic worlds. From the pioneering experiments of early electronic composers like Karlheinz Stockhausen and Pierre Schaeffer to the groundbreaking innovations of contemporary artists like Aphex Twin, Daft Punk, and Björk, electronic music continues to evolve and expand, blurring the lines between genres and challenging our preconceptions of what music can be. With its emphasis on experimentation, improvisation, and the manipulation of sound through electronic means, electronic music offers endless possibilities for creative expression and exploration in the 21st century and beyond.

As we reflect on the expansive journey of music's evolution, from the ancient rhythms of antiquity to the cutting-edge sounds of the digital age, we are reminded of the power of music to transcend boundaries, unite cultures, and inspire change. Across centuries and continents, music has served as a mirror of the human experience, reflecting our deepest emotions, aspirations, and dreams. As we look to the future, we can only imagine the new sounds and styles that await us as music continues to evolve and adapt to the ever-changing world around us.

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miracles-and-butterflies · 8 months

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Second chapter to Intertwining Threads of Gold, based on a prompt for @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up.

Mirabel becomes the matriarch.

The Madrigals reflect on their plan for the matriarchy and what to do with Mirabel. However, the most unlikely person disagrees.

Comments are always appreciated.

Previous part of ITOG.

Next part of ITOG.

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Intertwining Threads of Gold II

Antonio flopped his head onto the table and sighed.

And sighed.

And—

“Yes, Antonio, what is it?” Dolores asked.

“Nobody tells me anything,” he pouted. His sister didn’t look phased. “I got Tío Bruno to tell me because I’m—”

“His favourite. Yes, we all know. He isn’t quiet about his ranking of us.”

Antonio nodded, smiling a little at thought, before frowning again. “He told me that Mirabel was gonna be the next Abuela but I couldn’t say anything to the adults because me, Camilo and Luisa wasn’t suppose to know yet. So I told Mirabel, to say that she’d be good.”

“That was nice of you,” she said.

“That’s what I thought!” Antonio cried, ludicrously. “But she didn’t think so. She hasn’t spoken to me since.”

Now that Dolores thinks about it, she hasn’t heard Mirabel speak to anyone since last night. Mirabel isn’t a petty person though. And though she is quiet, she wouldn’t ignore anyone - she’s too polite.

“It’s been hours since then!” Antonio whined.

“Don’t take it personally, hermanito,” Dolores assured, gently. “She hasn’t spoken to anyone today.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. My guess is that she’s sick and she’s trying her best to be in denial about it.”

“Can’t you ask her?” The boy questioned. “You know, one old lady to another?”

“I am not old.” Dolores seethed. “And neither’s your cousin— look, stop repeating things you’ve heard Camilo say. Because, as usual, he is completely wrong.”

Antonio huffed, dragging himself from the kitchen to go complain to their parents - who were, presumably, going to be a lot more sympathetic. Passing Isabela on the way, who looked very confused by his mood.

“What’s his problem? His teacher said he couldn’t bring animals to school again?” She joked, pulling over a spare seat.

“Mirabel isn’t talking to anyone.”

“What? Wait, she’s still sulking about the matriarch thing?”

Dolores shook her head. “No, she’s not sulking, she’s processing everything. And she can have all the time she wants.”

Isabela didn’t seem to care, mumbling something about how her sister was definitely overthinking this and being dramatic. Dolores simply rolled her eyes.

“Why are you here?”

“Banned from the kitchen by Mama after Luisa broke my wrist in a fight.”

“What did you do to annoy her this time?”

“Put a variety of highly flammable plants in the stove. Ruined whatever she was cooking.”

Dolores grumbled, “You are so immature.”

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There still hadn’t been a word from Mirabel.

Not to anyone. Not even about mundane things. Even if Isabela pretended to care and asked about different types of fabric, Mirabel would just stare vacantly and then go back to whatever she was doing.

It wasn’t a case of her sister just ridiculously overthinking this anymore.

“Are you worried about Mirabel?”

The question from Isabela came from nowhere one evening, as she sat on the counter, drinking her tenth cup of coffee. It took the rest of the Madrigals for surprise.

They would have expected something like that from Luisa - then again, she would have been more aggressive and accusing with her questioning, would straight up blame them if there was any reason to worry about her sister. Isabela, however, never really had the same protective older sister instincts.

“It’s been a whole two weeks since we told her about her becoming the next matriarch,” Isabela continued when nobody answered. “She hasn’t said anything. Like, at all.”

Alma didn’t give it to much consideration, before saying, “We were giving her time to think. But I agree, this is getting ridiculous. We can’t keep everyone waiting. I say we carry on as planned. If we don’t try, we’ll never get anywhere. Once she dips her toes into these waters, she will realise she’s been making a fuss over nothing.”

Several of the adults nodded in agreement, Isabela looked unconvinced as she sipped her coffee.

“So we’re just gonna force her?” She asked.

“We aren’t forcing her, she just needs some encouragement. We all need that from time to time.” Bruno reasoned. “It’s a big change and in hindsight, we probably shouldn’t have told her everything at once. She’s just been a little shaken. This is a great thing for her.”

“My engagement to Mariano was a great thing. Does that mean you’re all going to force me down the aisle and into his bed then?” Isabela retorted without missing a beat. Beside her, Dolores choked on her tea.

All of the adults were quick to argue against that, after the shock had worn off from Isabela being so blunt, of course.

“Of course not, Isabela. We know you don’t want that.” Her father answered.

“Okay, then why is Mirabel so different?” She demanded.

“This isn’t the same situation, Isabela.”

“Isn’t it?” Isabela snapped. “A young woman - granted Mirabel’s a child - being forced into a huge commitment she doesn’t want. But cares enough for her family that if push comes to shove, she’ll go along with it.” Taking a minute to process their reactions, Isabela mockingly tapped her chin in thought. “Seems like the same situation to me.”

“That is not what is happening,” her mother tried to explain. “Everyone handles things differently, Isabela. Your sister isn’t you.”

“Maybe not. But she’s not said a word for two weeks straight and I’m not a professional, but even I can tell you that’s not healthy. Has she, Dolores?” Isabela prompted her cousin.

Dolores squeaked, not really wanting to get involved, but knowing she couldn’t really avoid it. “She hasn’t. Not even to Antonio. He’s a little upset about it. Oh, and Luisa is all kinds of suspicious. She keeps asking me if I know anything.”

“I mean, we did just spend every day since Casita’s fall trying to convince Mirabel that she’s always been special by herself, but fuck all of that, right?” Isabela questioned, sarcastically. She glanced at each of the adults in turn, landing on Tío Bruno. “Character development sucks, you need to start leaving it out of your rat telenovelas. Or, better idea, completely reverse by stabbing the character in the back, especially if it’s a child—”

Julieta slammed a hand onto the counter, making Dolores wince and everyone else look at her startled. “It’s not our fault, we can’t make her talk!”

Everyone sat in frozen bewilderment at her outburst.

The rage fizzled out quickly and Julieta pressed heralded into Agustín’s side, weeping quietly as he held her close.

“Mirabel will talk to us when she’s ready,” Agustín sighed.

The pair of them were trying, more than Isabela had initially realised. If anyone was going to be concerned about the things Mirabel had said that night, it would be their parents. Of course they’d been the first to notice when Mirabel hadn’t greeted them ‘good morning’ the following day too.

Agustín was trying. By now, he was well aware that Mirabel wouldn’t tell any of them anything. At a push, maybe Luisa. But it would be wrong to exploit Mirabel’s trust in Luisa that way. If she found out - which he doesn’t doubt she wouldn’t, given her intelligence - she certainly wouldn’t ever regain that level of trust in anyone. And, by extension, it wouldn’t be fair to Luisa either.

Julieta was still reeling from Mirabel feeling that she didn’t matter. Even before Casita’s fall, when it was clear otherwise, she hadn’t admitted to that. The healer had spent hours in bed trying to justify it in her head. Maybe Mirabel was just in shock and hadn’t meant it? Maybe Mirabel had just wanted a quick, clever exit? Or were the Madrigals really neglecting her?

Was she failing her daughter?

The rest of the family had spent ages convincing the parents of this idea. How great an opportunity it was. Neither were on-board at first. They knew their daughter better than any of them - though Bruno argued differently.

The silence stretched for a few minutes.

“Isabela, you know—”

It was too late. Isabela barged past the adults, shoving her empty cup into Tía Pepa’s hands and headed for the front door.

The door slammed shut behind her.

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“Good morning,” Mirabel announces, quietly, to nobody in particular, from the doorway.

The rest of the family are sat around the table, turning to her in shock. They could only have just started on breakfast, even Camilo still looks to have a full plate before him.

Everyone who was there that night is looking at her very strangely; some cautiously, some hopefully. Antonio and Camilo barely pay her any attention, too distracted by food and their own conversation. Luisa looks like she picks up on the tension, she looks very puzzled at what it’s about though.

“Good morning, Mirabel.” Abuela says. Her expression not giving anything away.

“I have been thinking,” Mirabel started, now a lot more uncomfortable with all the eyes on her and still struggling with the weight of what she was doing. “I spoke hastily before and have behaved poorly these past two weeks, I apologise.” Her knees buckle, she plays it off as a bow before her grandmother. She keeps her eyes on the tiles. “If this inheritance is legally mine and you are all willing, then I would be honoured to do what I can for our family and community.”

She hears a chair scraping back and footsteps getting closer to her. A hand lifts her chin.

Abuela smiles at her, eyes shining. “Oh, nieta. I am so proud of you.” She almost chuckles fondly as she pulls Mirabel back onto her feet. She turns her around to the rest of the table, the ones who are aware are bursting with happiness and pride, and had only been quiet to give Abuela her moment. “We have a new matriarch!”

All the fanfare of that night repeats itself, this time with more confidence and oomph, knowing there will be no more incidents. And of course there are the added voices of those who weren’t here before.

“This is brilliant, hermanita!” Luisa exclaimed, getting up and hugging her before anyone else could. “You’re going to do wonderful things for this family. And the community.”

“You can finally show this town a thing or two!” Bruno whooped.

“I told you it was good news!” Antonio gleamed triumphantly, even if he didn’t fully understand.

Pepa and Félix were trying their best to explain it all to him, while the rest of the family were anything but helpful with their loud celebrations.

Camilo was throwing his own questions at anyone who would listen, but found he was completely ignored in favour of his primita. While Dolores kept her hands over ears, though that was doing little to quiet the noise, nodding along with what the others were saying.

Julieta and Agustín were trying to shoo Luisa aside, for at least a moment, so they could also shower their praise over the girl. And check to make sure she was alright after the last two weeks.

Abuela and Bruno were already pressing on with their plans for the future and what they would do next. There would be the rest of the town to tell and celebrations to be had - which is why they had started getting supplies early.

Isabela didn’t say a word.

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #félix madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustín madrigal #mariano guzmán

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fatesentangled · 2 years

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tags ;; pepa madrigal !

🎔 001. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; thread } 🎔 001. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; answered } 🎔 001. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; starter } 🎔 001. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; starter call } 🎔 002. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; musing } 🎔 002. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; aesthetic } 🎔 002. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; desire } 🎔 002. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; visage } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » alma madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » bruno madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » julieta madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » agustin madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » felix madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » dolores madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » camilo madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » antonio madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » luisa madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » isabela madrigal } 🎔 003. ↳ { pepa madrigal ; relation » mirabel madrigal }

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balkanbitch · 2 years

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Part 4 of episode I would want to see in encanto show

Pepa and julieta trying to do activities to catch up for the last 10 years with bruno

Since isa and luisa never spent much time with mirabel growing up they decided to recreate every year since mirabel gift ceremony. Mirabel is less then thrilled by the idea

Julieta and Augustin anniversary. Augustin has planned a big day but julieta has alot work to do so the kids decide to do her jobs for her

The girl grandkids try to have a sleepover and camilo tries to crash it

Luisa and isa both think the other has the easier responsibilities so they decide to switch jobs for a day to see who has it harder

The madrigal sisters go on an adventure which cause them to argue which is better brain beauty or brawns. In the end they come to the conclusion that they couldn't have finished there adventure without all three

a village dance is coming up and isabela and luisa both wanna ask out the same girl

The madrigal family takes a day in the city where they get taken by bounty hunters so they can profit off there gifts. Augstin felix mirabel and alma have to save there family

The triplets get in to a huge fight and don't talk to eachother for days until there all locked in to the same room and have to talk about there feelings

Mirabel makes her family play a dnd (parody) game with mirabel as the dungeon master

Decorations for an upcoming party are ruined and camilo takes it upon himself to investigate doing a noir film parody along the way

Ground hog day episode where isa is stuck in a loop of the same day since she keeps blowing off spending time with her family on a very important day

The grandkids are spending time in the nursery and are about to leave when mirabel notice her favorite thread is missing and makes everyone stay until they find it

Camilo finds out that Antonio is mirabel favorite cousin and tries to become her favorite instead

Unexplained things start to happen all over the town (things being kocked over, objects flying on there own etc) and people start to believe it's the ghost of pedro

Mirabel designs clothes for some of her family members that she thinks fits there personalities they her family starts to give her feed back on how they can be improved but all there suggestions just make the outfits uglier

Zombie episode where the town villagers get infected by a mysterious illness getting to everyone in the town even the madrigals. When all seems hopeless the house releases a large burst of magic uninfecting everyone in town but also erasing there memories of the entire event ever happening

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

#encanto #encanto tv show #encanto disney #mirabel #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #felix madrigal #augustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno #camilo #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #madrigal family

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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Mama Mirabel with a twist

By: Me, @ismaet and @alternaterey

Mama!Mirabel, but instead of just Antonio, it's like all of the village kids 10 and under. All of the townsfolk find it normal for her to have like 10 kids following her around like ducklings. She brings them to Casita, plays games, teaches and sings to them, repairs their clothes and embroiders for them, etc. They call her 'Mamabel'. When her family starts to notice and ask around, the people are just like:

"Oh Mirabel? She's always kinda been like a second mother to the kids, it's cute right?"

And the family starts to notice just how close she is with them, to the point where they wonder if they've just not paid enough attention to realize something as big as that.

Mirabel is called: Mamabel, Mama, Mira, Mirabel

Casita is called: Abuelista, Abuelita, Cassie, Casita

She has about 30 kids that collectively join her over the years, all 10 and under.

Mamabel AU starts when Antonio is born.

!A little bit of an angst alert!

Mirabel is "assigned" to care for Antonio. Pepa and Felix are more like parents of convenience. Julieta is busy and Agustin is too. Abuela doesn't seem to notice a difference, still giving a lot of credit to Pepa and Felix. Mirabel ignores the pained feeling in her heart. She often wonders if her family really cares. But deep down, she knows they don't. Mirabel goes out to town often with Antonio, and an adult is eventually like:

"Can you hold Diego for a moment?"

And Mirabel just holds him while Antonio is shifted to her back. Diego is only ever actually given back to the mother when Mirabel has to go home at the end of the day. Now? She's kind of like the town babysitter (she's not complaining!) And it snowballs from there. The townsfolk still love her though, and give her tips and tricks when they see she's struggling. At about 11, she accumulated about 10 kids and this is about when they started calling her "Mamabel". (She doesn't correct them, the townsfolk even called her that in an adoring manner at times.)

The town built Mirabel her own special little house for her and the children on her 12th birthday, so they can have mass sleepovers. It's like a small house that sits between the town and Casita, a bit towards the back. None of the Madrigal's know it's there because the town kept it a secret. They knew that Abuela would somehow try and pull some "We should turn it into a store!" crap. (Mirabel cried like a baby that day.)

When the Madrigals DO find it, they're surprised. In the scenario that Mirabel goes into a coma after Casita falls, the older kids bring her to the little house (with the other Madrigal's behind them), and settle her into the bed (which is bigger than her small twin sized one in the nursery, which does NOT go unnoticed).

Mirabel “Mamabel” Valentina Rojas Madrigal

She has a symbol for each child on her skirt, (she keeps her family in the corner.). She has more designs on the back and under her pouch.

Her pouch his usually full of Julieta’s food, but sometimes she has other things such as needles/threads, a handkerchief

She wears much more comfortable clothes, and softer materials, so the kids can cuddle close.

Her shoes are embroidered with butterflies and hearts.

She’s always carrying a blanket and/or a baby wrap.

She and the kids decorated their little house and it's not unusual for her to spend several nights there with Antonio and some of the others.

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Should I release this on AO3? 👁👁

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Edit: A lot of people seem to not know, but it’s on AO3!!

It’s called “Generation 31” but GamerBearMira

#encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #mama mirabel au #encanto antonio #encanto kids #i might actually do it #gonna be on ao3 #check out the ones that are tagged #they are elite #mamabel au

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Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x oc (romantically), Mirabel Madrigal x oc (platonically)

Warnings: mentions of violence, forced displacement, sickness and conflict

Summary: Antonia García has grown up her entire life hearing tales about the miracle town hidden in the mountains that's guarded by a family with a magical blessing. When she's forced to leave her home in the middle of the night, chasing what might be just a fantasy, but finding herself with a sick family and no place to go, she doesn't care for supernatural beings and magical powers: all she needs is somewhere safe.

A/N: Antonia, Camilo and Mirabel are all fifteen here, but this is two years before the movie's storyline.

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The Sun was starting to set down and the thought of the night falling again almost brought her to tears. The amount of time they had been walking with their clothes on their back and wearing the only shoes they had was unknown to Antonia, she had lost track of the passing days since her parents laid still on a wooden cart, carried by a donkey who was almost as sick as them.

Her arms were wrapped around her baby brother so tightly she thought maybe they were frozen in place and her feet had barely enough strength to lift off the ground, but somehow she kept walking.

It wasn't that she was scared of the dark, the last nights she had started seeing fireflies as she crossed the mountains and they were good company, but the men that had come to take their home had done it in the middle of the night and she couldn't help but feel vulnerable.

Their riffles had ripped through the silence with the sharpness of thunder, voices as destructive as earthquakes yelling orders in a violence that was foreign to her home and among the screaming and the crying, the firelight made the splatter of blood in front of the church seem scarier.

Antonia saw through the fogginess in her eyes the lights of the town and she prayed dearly not to be imagining it. Voices approached them and they scared her at first, but these were not like the men with the riffles, they were soft and welcoming.

Having called it a day, the Madrigals were preparing for dinner. Julieta and Pepa worked in front of the stove calmly with their husbands, while Mirabel and Camilo chased after the soft steps of baby Antonio, Luisa lifted wherever chair, table or even closet the toddler happened to stand on, prompting his laughter and Isabela gave him a flower every time he ran near her. Alma, the matriarch of the family, watched all the mayhem with a smile from her seat, so absorbed in it she missed the first knocks on the door, but the second time they came around, they were more urgent and impossible to ignore.

With a confused frown she walked up to the door, followed by her family, and felt how her heart dropped to her feet as soon as she opened it. In front of them, a girl trembled with a little boy clenched to her chest and behind her, a cart with who they assumed were her very sick parents and some nearly empty bags.

Alma's soul shivered at the sight of the growing tears in the girl's eyes, the image was all too familiar to her and she knew what had happened even before the priest started explaining. "What's your name?" She asked softly.

The girl had to swallow, rather difficultly, several times before answering with a fine thread for a voice, "I'm Antonia, this is my brother Mateo, and my parents, Carlos and Anastasia," she said, "and Pericles," she motioned to the donkey.

It only took one nod from Alma for the whole family to go into action: Luisa softly took both adults in her arms and carried them inside the house, Agustin and Felix took both the cart and the donkey to the stables, and Antonia was gently lead inside the house as well.

Julieta felt the need to cry and Pepa tried hardly to control her clouds, but seeing her made them want to break down, because beneath all the dirt, the cold, the tiredness and very obvious sickness, there was a girl who was about the same age as Camilo and Mirabel.

Pepa extended her arms to the child on Antonia's and at first she looked at her clueless, and then she squeezed him somehow harder, prompting a cough on him, "it's okay," the woman said with her musical voice, "you're safe now."

Haltingly, she let go of Mateo for Pepa to grab. He was devastatingly sick and apparently also the same age as her youngest, Antonio, her heart clenched and she had to use all her strength of will not to rain on him.

As if all of her strength was being poured into carrying her brother, Antonia's body failed on her and it was Camilo that caught her before she fell on the floor nearly fainted.

His heart was beating fast. Of course, he had heard the story of his grandmother a thousand times, but he had never been so close to someone who had been through the same as her. The subtle realization that his abuela's displacement was more than a story made him tremble.

"The food will be ready soon. Mirabel," Julieta announced in an unusual severity, making her daughter rush to the front, "mija, help Antonia take a bath and lend her some clothes."

Mirabel nodded and, with the help of her cousin, they led the girl upstairs to her room. Antonia was so weak, they were practically carrying her weight, which in all honesty wasn't much. "I'll be right here if you need anything," Camilo told Mirabel when they got to the door of her room, receiving a nod in response.

Swiftly, Mirabel ran her a bath and helped her get in it. Antonia shivered when she found herself submerged in the fresh water, but still sighed with relief as the dirt fell from her skin. The Madrigal girl grabbed a plate and started pouring water in the head of her companion to help her wash her hair.

It was silent, Antonia swallowed so often and with such difficultly, Mirabel preferred not to try to have a conversation with her, she imagined talking strained her far too much, but there were so many questions going through her head. She wanted to ask where they came from, when had they fell sick, why was she bruised all over and had her knees scrapped.

She wondered if that's how her abuela looked like when the blessing found her.

"My family," Antonia's voice took her by surprise. She was rubbing her eyes once again and shivering a little, so Mirabel helped her on her feet and covered her with a towel.

"My ma Julieta will heal them and you, you will all be okay." Mirabel assured, looking for some clothes that would fit her. "Do you... know where you are? Who we are?"

"I hope I'm in the village of Encanto, with the family that was blessed with magical gifts, the Madrigals... are you them? Are the stories true?" Antonia asked cautiously.

"Yes, to all of the above," she answered with a small laugh helping her fit the skirt around her skinny waist. Mirabel didn't want to ask how long had she been holding the hunger, "that's actually by mother's gift: her food heals people."

"And it can heal anything? Because my parents and Mateo are very ill."

"She can heal anything. When you're better, I will show the other's gifts." Antonia nodded.

Mirabel opened the door of her room and, just like promised, Camilo was right there waiting. He rushed to grab Antonia's arm and put it over his shoulders, she was still far too weak to even stand on her own. Now that she was bathed and had clean clothes, she looked even more sick, her skin was pale, her lips were chapped, she had some very dark circles below her eyes, those that looked in only one direction, like blind people do.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?" Camilo asked, earning a frown from his cousin, that had been abstaining of asking the same thing to not be imprudent.

"I-I don't know," Antonia admitted quivering, "there's something covering them, like some sort of fog."

When they got to the end of the stairs, Camilo softly grabbed her face to look into her eyes. She was so cold, the contrast with his warm fingers brought a blush up to her cheeks, making the boy smirk lightly. "Well, I don't see anything over them, but tía Julieta may be a better judge of that."

Carefully, they sat her down in Camilo's usual seat while Julieta poured some sancocho in a bowl and heard her youngest tell her about Antonia's eyes. She softly grabbed the girl's face right after she set down the bowl in front of her, "maybe she needs glasses like me?"

"No," her mother sighed, "it's a humidity thing, probably catched an infection out there. Get me my medicines, will you, mija?" Mirabel ran upstairs with the help of casita, almost colliding with Alma in the stairs, while Julieta kept inspecting Antonia's eyes with a frown. "How much can you see?"

"Enough."

"Enough sounds accurate," said Alma making her way up to her seat at the head of the table, "were you looking for Encanto, Antonia?"

"Yes." Antonia felt like she needed to add something, but they already knew that they had lost their home and walked a great distance from there. There wasn't much to add.

"Well, if you're going to stay, you will need a house," Camilo's shoulders perked up at his abuela's cheerful tone, "we can start tomorrow morning and you can stay her at casita in the meantime, while you all get better."

"Oh, no, no, no," she quickly moved her head in what she assumed was the matriarch's general direction, "we don't want to cause any trouble, all we needed was to get somewhere safe and now we're here... you don't need to build us a house, we—"

"Antonia," Alma interrupted grabbing her hand, "you delivered your family and yourself here, to us, sick and half blind, you don't need to do more. Let us take over."

She heard Mirabel arrive with a box full of bottles made of glass, the smell of the soup took over her nostrils and she felt such warm radiate from the grandmother's hands, she found herself nodding.

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