#Alma tries

[acewithapaintbrush]

If you're still taking prompts, how about some Alma being protective of Bruno once he comes back?

"I need a prophecy."

Alma takes a deep breath and folds her hands in front of her stomach. She is blocking Casita's doorway. Nonetheless she tries her best to look accommodating, while at the same time keeping the man in front of her from entering their home. 

She likes Emanuel well enough. His parents had been dear friends and good people, even though they have apparently failed to instill some manners into their only child. 

An uncomfortable thought enters her head. 

Maybe it isn't so much a lack of manners, but a sense of entitlement. An entitlement the entire village seems to share in regard to her son's time and services and his gift. An entitlement she had done nothing to curb in the last fifty years. 

'I need a prophecy.' 

That sounds so familiar. She has heard that sentence a lot over the years. Not a question. A demand. One she had been all too willing to fulfill. 

But that's not the truth either, is it? It hadn't been her dealing with the demands, but her son. Her son, who hadn't been willing at all, but who had done it anyway because years of guilting and insisting had whittled away at his ability to say no. 

He still has trouble saying no and that is Alma's fault. 

It's time for her to do what she should have done the first time a polite request had turned into an entitled demand. 

"I assume," she drawls and straightens her posture "that I'm supposed to translate this into 'Can your son give me a prophecy, please,'?" 

The last word leaves her lips like a gunshot. 

Emanuel looks taken aback by the vitriol in her voice. "Uhm… I guess?" 

"What do you need this prophecy for?" 

The man bristles and blushes and that tells Alma everything she needs to know. He probably wants to know if his wife will cheat on him once again. Alma wonders why he thinks that the answer will be different from the other dozen times he's asked. 

Odette is a passionate girl trapped in a loveless marriage. What answer does he expect? 

"That's private!" 

"Well, I'm afraid I can't let you in then. You see, Bruno doesn't give prophecies anymore unless it is a life or death kind of situation. And even then he might decline."

"This is life or death." At Alma's raised eyebrow he grows even more agitated. "She promised she won't do it again. I need to know what's going on between her and the baker." 

"How about you ask her instead of my son?" 

"No! I need a prophecy! I want a prophecy! It's your son's duty." 

Alma breathes deeply. 

'They need your visions, son. It's your duty!'

The nausea threatens to overwhelm her, but she won't show weakness now. 

"The answer is no." 

Emanuel looks like he might try to push past her, but Casita rattles the door menacingly and he steps back. He is breathing hard, but then a glint enters his eyes. 

"Guess I'll have to ask your son himself the next time I see him in the village. He'd always been so accommodating, I'm sure I can make him see reason." 

Bruno might see 'reason', but what Alma sees is red. 

"So you need a prophecy that badly, Senor?"

Emanuel winces at the stiff address. He knows he has messed up, but there is no going back now. 

"Si!" 

"This is apparently of utmost importance to you." Alma pats his arm and leans in. "So allow me to take care of this myself. Here is your prophecy: your wife and the baker will make a very cute couple once she finally finds the courage to leave you and pursue him."

Emanuel sputters and huffs. "That's not-" 

"You are right." Alma hasn't rudely cut off anyone like that in years and it feels good. "That's not really a prophecy, since everyone knows about their feelings except you. So here is another one. On the house, so to speak." She leans even closer and lowers her voice. "If you dare bother my son about this or any other prophecy, they won't ever find your body." 

Alma doesn't think she is that scary. How could she be? Over 70 years old and so much smaller than Emanuel? But the man blanches alarmingly and hurriedly puts distance between them. 

"The council will hear about this!", he shouts and runs away. 

Alma is not worried. Let him go to the council to tell them that the holder of the candle, poised and kind Alma Madrigal, has threatened him. 

Let's see how much they will believe him. 

She closes the door and upon turning around only jumps a little when she comes face to face with her grinning nieto. 

"Abuela!" Camilo exclaims with way too much glee. "Didn't know you had it in you!" 

"I have no idea what you are talking about, hijo." Alma sniffs and walks past him with her nose held high "And I expect you to keep this to yourself." 

"Sure thing, Abuela." After a short pause he adds "I'm sure Isabela would help you, though. I heard she's experimenting with flesh eating plants." 

Alma doesn't react. It wouldn't be appropriate. 

But it is something to keep in mind. 

****************

The way Bruno hugs her from behind and gently kisses her head at dinner that night reminds Alma once again that you can't trust Camilo with a secret. 

Her son's arms are tight around her and he shakily whispers 'Gracias Mama' into her neck. 

'Oh well', she thinks as she takes the hand of her son and kisses a sore knuckle 'I guess I can let it slide this one time.' 

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto headcanons #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #Protective Alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #Alma tries #Alma went off in this one #She won't actually let isas plant eat a guy #Or will she? #Bruno madrigal protection squad

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede + His Babies

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Stede Bonnet #Alma Bonnet #Louis Bonnet #Rhys Darby #ofmdedit #ofmdaily #ofmdblog #ofmdgifs #Edit #...Do y'all randomly get emo over Stede and his babies #BECAUSE I DO LMAO #I SURE DO #The little interactions we get absolutely gut me #Because like #Had the circumstances been different I'm sure he would have been an amazing father #And I'm sure he wanted to be way WAY better than HIS father #So I'm sure not being able to be fully present because he was so pained was horrible for everyone involved #But I'm still glad he tried to play with them and share a little piece of his world with them #A little bit of what was going on within his heart with them #And then I'm so glad that a little piece of his heart stayed with them always #I'm really just glad he reconciled with his family PERIOD #But man the bit with Alma and the orange #Because she was mature enough and old enough to resent him for being absent #But maybe some part of her recognized that he cared #And that it just...couldn't work out #But that they'd still be in each other's hearts regardless #Like MMMMMMMM :)))

[vivianvivvia]

one annoying kouhai

#gokurakugai #gokurakugaiedit #shounenedit #mine #mine:gokurakugai #mine:coloring #alma #nei #userdabiluna #tusersky #usermica #useraki #usernao #tried coloring with warmer colors #idk how to feel about this lol #anyways i love nei

[myawkwardvoid]

I can't believe I haven't made a proper fanart of this woman until now...

#god i love her #mphfpc #fanart #alma peregrine #i tried to mix the book version with the movie one??? #i still don't know how to make the colours look good in pc and my phone #😭 #i got into the fandom again yay :b #miss peregrine #mphfpc fanart

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 3: Reunion

“You can let go now.” Bruno squirmed uncomfortably in Pepa’s grasp.

“Ay, but I missed you so much, hermanito.” Pepa squeezed him more tightly. “Can’t I have this moment of joy?”

“Can’t- breathe-“ Bruno gasped out, fighting against Pepa.

“Easy, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s shoulder. “His eyes are starting to pop out of his head.”

Reluctantly, Pepa loosened her grip.

Relieved, Bruno took a deep breath, just as Julieta pounced on him.

“What do all of you have against breathing?” He griped, sinking limply into the hug.

“Brunito, we haven’t seen you in ten years.” Alma said, her eyes misty with tears. “Surely you understand.”

“I do, but you won’t get to see me much longer if you don’t let me breathe!” He finally managed to wriggle out of the hug.

Pepa and Julieta looked at him, hurt.

Bruno sighed. “Alright, come here.” He held his arms open. “Ah, one arm hugs. One arm hugs!” He put up his hands preemptively.

This time, his sisters were gentler with him.

Bruno closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the hug. “It’s good to see you, guys. I missed you.”

“We missed you too.” Suddenly, Pepa pulled away from the hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on us like that again!” She smacked him in the arm.

Wincing, Bruno shook out his arm. “Easy, Pepa. Keep me in one piece.” He covered his mouth with his hand and turned towards Julieta. “I forgot how strong she was.”

Hearing that, Pepa scooped him up in his arms and twirled him around. “Strong enough to pick you up, and don’t you forget it!” Realizing something, she frowned, setting him down on the ground. “Bruno, you’re so light. Have you been eating?”

He shrugged. “I got enough food. Sometimes it was hard to sneak some from the kitchen because someone would always be in there, but I’d get the rats to grab me a few arepas to tide me over.”

“Rats-“ Julieta looked horrified then sighed, smiling contentedly. “It’s over now. You can eat as much as you’d like, and no more rats in my kitchen!”

“What about other animals?” Antonio piped up, eyes shining eagerly.

“Toñito, I think Parce might be bigger than the kitchen,” Félix pointed out with a chuckle.

Everyone laughed.

“Food actually sounds pretty good,” Bruno admitted. “I haven’t eaten since,” he put up a few fingers, counting, “no matter, I’m hungry!”

Camilo’s stomach grumbled in agreement. “Let’s eat!”

“Great idea, Milo.” Julieta nodded approvingly. “I can go get started on dinner.”

“We’ll join you,” Pepa said, joining her side.

Bruno looked between the two warily. “Uh, Pepa’s allowed in the kitchen now?”

Félix shook his head “no” at Bruno but stilled his motion at a glare from Pepa.

Bruno nodded. “So, uh, dinner!” He said brightly. “Let’s go!” He stopped walking when he noticed Camilo examining him through narrowed eyes. “Something wrong, Camilo?”

Camilo gave him a disappointed once over. “You’re so…short,” Camilo pronounced.

Bruno blinked, confused. “Thank you?”

“Camilo!” Pepa whirled on her son. “That’s so rude.”

“You called him short all the time,” Agustín pointed out, becoming the latest victim of her glare.

“That’s different. That’s sibling privilege,” Pepa countered. “Camilo, you can’t say things like that to your tío.”

“Why not? He’s so short.” Camilo blew his bangs out of his eyes. “I thought he’d be like seven feet tall!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, kid. I’m not some kind of boogeyman. Just your regular, everyday tío with a pack of rats at his service.” He bowed with a flourish.

Dolores slid in alongside him. “About the rats…tío, now that you’re finally here…” She trailed off. “Not that you were ever really gone, I could hear you in the walls, you know,” she mentioned proudly as an aside.

Bruno chuckled. “I’m guessing you were the one responsible for the conveniently ‘forgotten’ food left in the kitchen?”

Dolores’ face assumed a guilty expression. “Guilty?” She glanced out of the corner of her eye towards Julieta, who wasn’t paying attention.

Bruno waved off her concern. “Hey, no sweat. You might’ve just saved my life with that, so thank you. So what’s up?”

“Well, since I could hear you in there…” Dolores brushed a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “I heard some of your performances.” Her voice sounded more confident now. “And I am just dying to know what happens with José and María!”

“Oh.” Bruno appeared taken aback.

“Do they end up together? Or does Carmen break them up? What happens next? I need to know!” Dolores squealed, gripping his arm tightly.

“You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?” Bruno shook his head good-naturedly. “Okay, so I don’t have all of it planned out yet, but here’s what I was thinking…”

They walked together as he narrated to her, his words punctuated by excited gasps and squeals.

Eventually, the family meandered inside. The kitchen became a whirlwind of activity, underscored by overlapping conversations. Finally, dinner was ready, and everyone took their places at the table, with Bruno at the head.

Next to him, Alma stood up, raising her glass. “To our family. May we never be separated again.”

Glasses clinked together at the first of many reunited Madrigal family dinners.

#bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #encantober #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #encantober 2023 #encanto #reunion #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #the important thing is i tried #i had a super long day at work today #please be nice

[transjudas]

The way oranges are tied to Jim’s family trauma and the loss of their family, and they pass on/allow Stede to have the last orange from their family tree, petrified so it will never rot and be destroyed. And Stede takes that orange home and his daughter chooses to make it into something that will forever connect her and her father, despite the fact that he won’t be in her life anymore. 

The last orange from Jim’s family’s tree becomes a symbol of Stede being able to leave his family on better terms and for them all to move on. And Jim says it’s okay for him to keep it while they’re still struggling with holding onto feelings of anger and a need for revenge for everything they lost and won’t get back. This, while Stede chose to leave his wife and children, an action that ended up causing pain for his kids and for Mary, even if they did end up better off for it as time went on. 

The last Jimenez orange is loss and grief and grace and hope all at once. Jim doesn’t have their parents anymore, but they’ve got a family in the Revenge crew. And they’re passing on something so precious to the captain of the crew, Stede Bonnet. And Stede gets to take that precious thing and pass it on to his child when he comes back from the dead as a parent and try to make amends as best he can before leaving them to a better life as he tries to seek his own. 

We see Alma and Jim (both family to him) give Stede grace with that orange. Grace and hope and love despite seeing clearly his flaws. It all is so tied to the people around him feeling their grief and trauma and working through it and Stede seeing that, I think, is what continues to make him want to be a better person.

#ofmd #ofmdedit #ofmdblog #ofmdaily #stede bonnet #alma bonnet #jim jimenez #our flag means death #userkam #userkristi #does this caption make sense cause it's just RAMBLING #i tried to edit it to make sense but who knows i just have a lot of feelings about that orange

[athenaspeculiardaughter]

Pov❌ me and @thepeculiarbird when we're bored in math class

#mathematics #Math is boring #Draw in class #Yes we tried to make the peculiar children's names with my calculator #mphfpc #enoch o'connor #fiona frauenfeld #horace somnusson #emma bloom #bronwyn bruntley #victor bruntley #hugh apiston #olive abroholos elephanta #claire densmore #miss alma peregrine

[rowenas-my-fave-child]

The bird ladies!!

The one with the red hair is from the Serafina Series and the other two are from mphfpc just so no one gets confused

#mphfpc #alma lefay peregrine #isabel cuckoo #serafina and the black cloak #serafina series #Rowena #Rowena killed a child she would be such a bad bird mom #i tried to make miss P look suspicious #She knows

[olibavee]

i doodled this really silly comic months ago of vilya getting a soup mug that i saw a picture of online and i meant to clean it up but then i didn’t ever do that. so take it as it is.

#liv sketch #*vilya ravis #*alma ravis #i actually tried to clean it up many times but i didn't like how anything looked so here we are #i am posting bc i miss vilya

[jennjiart]

Encantober day 2

Strength

Being a single Mom with triplets, sure ain’t easy. She needed alot of Strength!

#Alma madrigal #young alma madrigal #encantober #encanto fanart #being a mother ain't easy #especially with triplets #especially alone #yes she made mistakes #alot of them #but she tried

[shober-arts-blog]

YOUNG FOWLDOM ARTISTS UNITE!!!!

im p sure we're all the same age so YEAAAHHHH

@irunaki @frenchtoastfive @alma-n

#fowldom #art #i tried replicating-ish everyone's coloring styles AHAHAHHAH- #i wish i could talk to you guys more #but. aaahhh. social awkwardness/anxiety. #couldnt find a proper watercolor-ish brush for alma so i had to make do :'DD

[acewithapaintbrush]

Can you write something with Alma asking Mirabel to come with her to buy fabrics for her quinceanera dress ? Because i'm sick of the fanon that her family forgot it.

This was a fun one, but a tiny bit of angst snuck in. It's Pre-Movie after all

****************

"Mirabel. I need to speak to you."

Mirabel tries not to. She really, really does.

But she winces. A full body wince even.

Antonio watches her curiously. They are sitting side by side on his bed and she is reading him a bedtime story. Abuela is standing in the doorway, watching them out of unreadable eyes. Mirabel would like to believe that she is looking fond or even approving. But the time when she knew how to read her Abuela is long gone. Once upon a time she could tell you exactly what Alma was thinking or feeling.

But yeah. Long gone.

The family has already exchanged their goodnights for today and Mirabel can't think of anything Abuela would want to talk about so late in the evening.

As she asks Antonio to excuse her and makes her way towards the hallway in front of their (only hers soon) nursery, Mirabel racks her brain for what she could have done wrong.

She knows she is being unfair and she is a little ashamed of her apprehension. Her Abuela doesn't just want to talk to her to scold or berate her.

Just… a lot of the time.

She joins her Abuela and her heart is racing, even though there is no reason to. Alma doesn't look especially irritated or mad. She actually looks a little puzzled, maybe even a bit… sad? Regretful?

"Yes, Abuela? How can I-? What do you-? Yes?"

There is that frown Mirabel is so familiar with, but the soft eyes and fidgeting hands are new. "Calmate, Mirabel. I was just wondering if you were free tomorrow."

A tiny stab of something unpleasant pricks Mirabel's heart. Of course she is free. The useless Madrigal is free every day.

"Yes," she chirps and smiles as wide as she can to cover up the bitter thoughts. "I'm totally free. Do you need me for something? What can I do?"

"Your quinceanera is soon. I thought we could go shop for the fabrics for your dress tomorrow."

There is an embarrassing ten seconds of Mirabel just gaping at her grandmother. Gaping like a fish.

"Mirabel?"

"YES!" Abuela raises an eyebrow and Mirabel tries to lower her voice, although it is very hard with how excited she is. "I didn't think you'd want to…"

Not in a million years has Mirabel expected this. Abuela has gone fabrics shopping with all of the Madrigal girls. It's kind of a tradition.

But Mirabel is… Mirabel. She is not like the others. Not to mention the bad memories her birthday always brings.

Abuela actually looks hurt. "Why wouldn't I want to?"

Mirabel debates just telling her.

How she has thought that her grandmother would forget. About her fear, that her beloved grandmother might not want to do it with the embarrassment of the family. How Mirabel had been so sure that the scandal of 10 years ago would overshadow everything, would put an end to the tradition.

At least for Mirabel.

"Everything changed between us ten years ago." She might say. "Why shouldn't I have expected this to change too?"

She could say all that. But then the hurt might turn into anger and this wonderful opportunity, this dream she has spent the last six months fantasizing about in the dark of night, might just yet be ripped right out of her hands after all.

"I just thought, you know, with Isabela's and Mariano's budding courtship? Just thought that you might be too busy."

Her Abuela relaxes and smiles, just like she always does when anyone mentions her apparently successful matchmaking.

"Oh, well. It's been very busy." She studies Mirabel's face for a second and seems to come to a decision. The hand that is softly placed on Mirabel's head feels so familiar and so foreign at the same time.

Mirabel feels like crying and she doesn't even know why.

"But no matter how busy, I wouldn't miss this for the world, mija" She looks her granddaughter up and down and nods to herself. "I'd love to see you in yellow."

Mirabel hates yellow. But she loves her Abuela so much.

She loves her so much, it hurts.

"That sounds great!"

If Alma notices the waver in her voice, she doesn't let on. She claps her hands and ushers the girl back into her room. "Excelente! Now off to bed with you. Big day tomorrow."

Mirabel nods and is grateful that Antonio has already fallen asleep. She doesn't think she could concentrate on a story right now.

She falls into bed with a soft squeal.

She dreams of an ugly yellow dress and the proud and loving smile of an old woman.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #mirabel madrigal #encanto headcanons #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #Alma tries #She might have her moments but she would never forget this #She loves Mira #She just doesn't quite know how to show it

[sapphicalexaandra]

Chapter 19 of Tried to tell you is around 70% done.

MVP will be that absolute cutie patootie Alma García.

Exciting stuff!

#jesslupe #lupe garcia #jess mccready #aloto #my fic #tried to tell you #alma garcia

[lobotomy-jpeg]

She's light as a feather 🌬️

[id: digital sketch of Stede and Alma Bonnet from OFMD. Alma is a toddler here, peacefully asleep in her father's arms. He's smiling, eyes closed. /end id]

#drawing Stede without a beard is strange for me #but this idea came to me and i HAD to #tender #clip studio paint #fanart #stede bonnet #alma bonnet #ofmd #ofmd fanart #our flag means death fanart #our flag means death #stede might not win a father of the year award #but he really tries

[hansooyung]

six characters to color!

i have not posted any colorings in. a while. but i'm trying to get back into it over this winter break!! i've hit an art block style wise but i've always wanted to try this, so i'll be opening up requests of characters to color ^^ any anime or manga on my completed or in progress on my anilist are fair game :) i'd prefer stuff that doesn't have colored panels already (ex. jjba and orv :( i am so sad abt that) if possible!

tagging a few mutuals in case you guys want to send any! @taohs @kimdokjas @sugaaz @squidokja @mx-sinisters @misakarose

#signal boost #roy talks shit #general housekeeping things... #ive tried coloring random panels and NOTHING is working #i was super proud of my urarakas and my alma but those were random bursts of inspo #this will get me back into coloring i swear #usernikiforova #useraki #usermoonz #userhanyi

[archduchessofnowhere]

No she doesn't jkhgkgl

#it's so funny how the narrative tries to frame sisi as being the one who is Doing the Right Thing when she had no plan #the first place she took her son was a shady inn if it wasn't for alma they would've been attacked right there and then #i can't believe it but after three seasons. franz is finally on the right lol #sisi live blog #sisi (2021)