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swynlake-rp · 3 months

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It's Valentine's Day! And we'd LOVE to have you join us. Perhaps as one of these wanted characters?

Antonio Madrigal (Antonio, Encanto) - It’s not that you don’t like people! No, no, it’s only that you flip between between being too shy and being much, much too invested. Kind of hard to live up to the family if expectation of helping your community when you don’t always feel like you fit in your community…but at least you have your animal friends! Are they how you’ll find your helping hand niche?

Robaire Laflash (Robaire, Turning Red) - A sparkling scaled tail masked by a pair of human legs, the siren call of the sea, and a newly discovered love. A love for music that is. You’ve come from Quebec to get a university education, to make your professor parents proud, but what if your future lies outside of academia?

Ember Lumen (Ember, Elemental) - Life wasn't always easy for your family, that's why it has always been your dream to take over the family business as soon as you were able. That was until someone showed you a new dream. Or is this your first time well and truly dreaming? You're starting to wonder if your dreams were ever yours to begin with. And if that's the case, how can you crush your parents' dream?

Ethan Clade (Ethan Clade, Strange World) - You know what you should do, but you also think know what you want to do and they don’t perfectly align. Will you follow the footsteps before you, the path laid out for you, or the secret third option?

Meilin Lee (Mei, Turning Red) - Despite what your mom thinks, you know your panda isn’t a problem! It’s just a big fluffy side of you — something you totally have under control … who has time to worry about red panda transformations when you have tickets to buy and exams to study for? If only your mom trusted you!

Joe Gardner (Joe Gardner, Soul) - Live well? Live well and what, prosper!? Okay, Spock. Look, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but couldn’t the Fates have been a little more precise with what you were meant to do with your second chance at life? Well, okay then. Looks like you’re going to roll up your sleeves and figure this out yourself!

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memoriesoftanalorr · 1 year

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It's been a few months since Bruno returned to his family and the magic has been saved. Everything was peaceful and cheerful, he was sitting along his family at the breakfast table outside, Mirabel was talking about something with Antonio, Isabela drank juice from a cup, Abuela Alma smiled seeing everyone happy, Camilo was telling some joke, Dolores was silent and listened to what Antonio and Mira chatting about. Juileta and Agustín looking at each other fondly, this time there's a rainbow over Pepa's head, that's the sign that she's happy so her husband Felix is happy too, Luisa glanced at her sibling with a sincere smile.

That night, Bruno had a nightmare, he tossing and turning in his sleep, he saw a dark figure in front of him. It was a man in the hood, when the stranger take off his hood, Bruno widened his eyes in fear, it was him but evil version of him. Bruno look away in anxiety, his evil reflection laughed evily and walked towards him, "How lovely that you come here." "W-who are you?" Bruno's voice cracks. "I'm you of course." he replied. "I'm not like you! What do you want from me?" Bruno expressed. "Soon I'll be in control and you will not stop me, don't worry, I'll take care of your precious family." His evil reflection chuckled. "Don't you dare to hurt my family!" Bruno screamed anxiously. "Are you scared, Brunito?" he laughs evily as he walked towards the man he talking to. Bruno stepped back and lowered his head crying, he wanted this dream to end right now. Everything went to black and Bruno woke up, he started sobbing softly and he don't wanted to woke up anyone else in the house, though Dolores hears him crying, she wondered why her tio is crying. On next morning, everyone having breakfast outside, Bruno feel himself exhausted and he didn't noticed that Dolores whispered to Mirabel that Tio Bruno cried last night. That upsetting Mira and she decides to cheer him up after breakfast.

After breakfast Mirabel finding Bruno looking through the window thoughtfully, she called him and he turned his head towards her. Mirabel said that she has something for him, her tio was confused but follows her inside her room anyway, she holding mochila, an a handmade crossbody bag, that bag was green and there's was a small hourglass on it, butterfly, a magic candle and more and the letters on the front 'to Tio Bruno, we love you.' Mirabel showing it to her tio and said that she made it herself and asked if he likes his gift, Bruno taking the bag and glanced at mochila properly. "Oh, that's really lovely, Mirabel! Thank you." He embracing her into a hug.

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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"Hey, hey, did you know it's my birthday today?"

#anybody want to play with antonio?#Antonio rp #antonio madrigal #look at this cutie #encanto rp #Its my baby boys birthday!!!

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encantoartdump · 2 years

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I drew Antonio older- and his son from @lizzywrites1 & @aquaauratora's ongoing RP-

Arturo Tate Castillo-Arango-Madrigal

I'm gradually getting better at drawing bebes-

But I'm mostly proud of how Parce turned out XD

#encanto disney #encanto #encanto Antonio #antonio madrigal #encanto OC #Encanto fanart #look at his little teefs #I love when bebes have two little teefs #encantoartdump

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coolunclebruno · 2 years

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Hola everyone! Today, Antonio helped me with a rehearsal for a play I've been working on. He's a good kid.

#bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto #ask blog #rp blog

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renisence · 2 years

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He couldn’t sleep, he didn’t know why. Not even cuddling up to his animal friends was helping him falling asleep. He walked up to you, crawling up onto your lap as you slept, and cuddling into your lap. Trying to get comfort.

“Can’t sleep.”

#{{ muse: Antonio Madrigal }}#{{ Is Anyone There?? || Open RP }}

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magicalgear · 2 years

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Hey guys, how are you? :) I said that I created a Camilo Madrigal rp blog before...So, if you wanna join me for rp (role playing, if you dk) you can! I would be so happy, really!! Just thought that there is a Bruno Madrigal rp blog...Amazing! :)) pls join me, it won't be enjoyable if just I will be here...

#camilo madrigal #madrigal #encanto #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #tio bruno #pepa madrigal #Rp blog #Daria talks 26

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camilo-madrigal-official · 2 years

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Guuuuyyss send askkkss

(OOC=Mmh I know that lots of people love encantoo)

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thelostmadrigals · 2 years

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Okay, I need advice for those rpers who have familia rp muses

Alma Madrigal

Agustin Madrigal

Antonio Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

Isabela Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Felix Madrigal

Pepa Madrigal

Bruno, Julieta and now Mirabel (newly turned) are vampires in this AU. Dolores already knew and helped keep them covered.

After the fall of Casita, and without Magic, the family find out about it. Alma witnessed Julieta saving/transforming Mirabel, the family find out from her. Encanto townspeople do not (yet) I’m trying to build a headcanon for the verse but i wanna know more views of people with those muses

How would the listed muses react to finding out their family members are vampires?

#⌛🫓🦋🔥≻|| ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ( the mun )#encanto #do not reblog

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memoriesoftanalorr · 1 year

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brotp roleplay Bruno and Mirabel x3 Encanto roleplay angst and fluff

I just wanna more evil Bruno but with happy ending, as always need a person who rp as Mirabel and maybe other Madrigals, me probably not only roleplaying as Bruno but plus Alma Madrigal and Antonio Madrigal. I can wait but it's really interesting idea.

Something happened to Bruno, darkness arise inside his heart, shortly before he had a nightmare of evil himself told him he's going to get control of him and willing to hurting his loved ones. Now it's too late or not? Mirabel looked for him and when she come closer to him, he scared her, his eyes glowing green and in menacing way, "You better not getting on my way, kid or I'll hurt you." he grabbed her arm and tightening his grip which caused a painful feeling to Mirabel.

#encanto #roleplay starter #bruno madrigal #Evil Bruno #family madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Morning was on its way, the sun peeking ever so slightly over the mountains that encircled the little village tucked away in greenery. As the light grew brighter the Encanto came to life, farmers rising as the sun did to begin a days worth of chores and the smells of breakfast pulling the tired people from their beds.

On the hill stood a home, colorful and bright and covered in vegetation. As the light touched the walls, warming the stones in their wake, the building seemed to shudder, roof tiles clicking and windows swinging open in what could only be considered a morning stretch, before settling down once more.

The inside of the home itself was a small flurry of activity. Tiles clacked, shutters swung about happily, and boards tapped at doors that shone just as bright as the sun. The kitchen moved about of its own accord. A flame was started and the coffee began its brew, plates and cups were shuffled into position by counter tiles, chairs were arranged at the table as if dancing their way over. The home could feel its inhabitants waking, rising, some groaning some sighing. The coffee poured and the cups sat in wait for those hard to risers, a cabinet door squeaking in amusement as the tiles in the courtyard bounced about happily, clacking in anticipation of the new day.

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Okay but here's a question. If I turned this into a roleplay blog would anyone interact with it...

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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The day had grown warm, the breeze that blew through the trees keeping it comfortable instead of unbearable. On the edge of the forest in one of the many open fields that lay around the Encanto, Antonio stepped carefully through the knee high grass, his eyes trained on the ground around him. He was searching for something, well... Kinda.

One of his animal friends had told him there was something out here that was injured, though they hadn’t been very specific on what. And he had been looking for a while... But he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t! He had to find it so he could help it. He had even stuffed one of his Tia’s spare arepas in his pocket for when he did come across the injured creature, hoping it helped even just a little bit.

The young boy sat in the grass, a huff of exasperation escaping him. “Well maybe they weren’t hurt too much... Maybe someone else helped them?” His soft voice held worry in it though.

#open rp #Antonio madrigal rp #+Antonio #encanto rp #encanto roleplay

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Casita and its Family

Hi I’m very tired and running on 4 hours of sleep but my mind is GOING so have some ramblings about Casita and kids.

Sorry this is so long but it kinda ran away from me. If you manage to read it all and would like to discuss my inbox and messages are open.

Someday I would really like to interact with any children with Casita just because I know the house would love them and be so gentle and kind and playful.

Casita 100% helped raise the triplets you can’t convince me otherwise. How else did Alma make it through the first year alone as a single mother of three infants?? She had help. And not in like the diaper changing department but more along the lines of bringing blankets and burp cloths, moving toys back to the babies when they accidentally threw it out of reach, rocking cribs when they had a particularly fussy night and needed the extra comfort. And Alma appreciated the heck out of it I guarantee it.

When they got older Casita still helped. Mobile infants are a disaster waiting to happen. If they got too close to something they shouldn’t have or if they were gonna attempt to climb the stairs because they know that this time they’ll make it. Nope, all aboard the tile train! Lets just chug a lug you away from that potential mess or that injury you really don’t need to experience just yet.

Oh and if you thought mobile infants were bad, wait till you meet toddlers... I swear every toddler I have ever met (Mine being my prime suspect here) Believes they are indestructible and bullet proof when in reality if you gently pull them away from the object of their want (emphasis on GENTLY) You have harmed them beyond belief and they must express that to you in a very loud, very high pitched in human scream. Not only that but they try to launch themselves off any and every surface over three inches, that being the minimum appropriate jumping height. The maximum end is similar to a three headed snake singing like a barber shop quartet, It doesn’t exist.

Between the three of them I guarantee Alma had her first grey hair by the time they were the age of 3. But with the help of Casita and by the skin of her teeth she stayed somewhat sane. Of course for the house that meant a lot of play. From the simple little tug of war games and keep away to the floor is lava. Casita would constantly be waiting for when someone would jump, trip, fall, be pushed, or launch themselves with lots of pillows and cushions. And when inevitably someone did get hurt, suddenly their favorite toy or their blanket would be there for comfort as Alma would rush in with the first aid kit.

And all of that would be before any of them even got a gift.

Now why Casita gave them the gifts it did at the tender age of 5? I can only speculate from some things I’ve read but that’s another long thread for another day. But you better believe Casita was there for them when they needed it. Of course Alma was too, but she had a town to run, she couldn’t be there for everything. And even if she was there, the kids may have just kept it to themselves. They saw their mom work her butt off as well as take care of them to the best of her abilities and on top of that had expectations thrust upon them. No child wants to disappoint their parents.... No child wants to feel like they’re being a burden....

Of course they would have each other, one of the perks of being a triplet, But they would also have Casita.

When they move into their new rooms and its too empty or too dark or too lonely,, there would be Casita, making the rooms just a little more cozy for the night, armed with nightlights and stuffed animals. Bringing them a cup of water or warm milk to calm them and, on occasion, rocking their beds like it used to do in the nursery to lull them to sleep.

In the early days of them learning their gift and their limitations Casita would be invaluable to them.

On days when Julietta would accidentally burn food or measure too much of this or not enough of that to the point she’d just want to cry from frustration. Casita would wipe up spills and shuffle dishes through the sink and clean the mess that exploded in the kitchen. It would rattle its tiles at the girl in encouragement and play little games of keep away until she would smile again and if that didn’t work It would resort to some form of food fight that would ultimately end in all three children covered in flour or cocoa powder, laying on the floor and giggling until their bellies hurt. And then it would still help clean that mess up too.

On days when Pepa couldn’t find a single thing to be happy about no matter what chant she said (clear skies my butt) and with a frown weighing her whole frame down as if her sadness was physically manifesting. Casita would make sure she had her favorite warm beverage and one of her favorite books by her side. It would lead her to a window seat with cushions and blankets a plenty and plop the book right in her lap, much to Pepa’s amusement. And Pepa being the book worm she is (I can feel this in my bones) would concede defeat and relax. She would loose herself so wholeheartedly in the book. She would go through the emotions with the characters and let herself feel with them. And yeah on occasion that meant there was a small shower outside or a rumbling thunder cloud but afterwards she would feel so light and content and truly happy.

And Bruno... I honestly believe Casita would almost regret the gift he received. Of course it’s to late to take it back but Casita would try its best to be there for him. Some things shouldn’t be seen, especially for a child. Children don’t need to know anyone else’s struggles and woes, they already have enough on their plate learning how to be a person and trying to figure out who they are. And on days when Bruno saw those heart wrenching visions, the ones of a marriage gone wrong or an injury that hurt to the core.. or the unexpected loss of someone who was held near and dear to their loved ones. On days when, even if they wouldn’t say it to the child himself, he could see the anger, sadness, frustration, heartbreak, anxiety, all play across their faces and flash in their eyes. He would know from context or from reaction or sometimes both that what he saw was not wanted. On those days when the burden of pain and suffering and an adults issues pressed so hard on his shoulders that he could almost collapse on the floor from the weight of all the negativity that he saw, to the point it had bowed his shoulders so deeply and he hid in his hood in an attempt to hide away from the world outside and all of its atrocities. Casita would provide that hiding space.

I think Bruno would have known from a very early age that the second floor painting had a hidey hole behind it. Casita had shown it to him. And just for a bit he could hide. He could run away from the expectations forced on him at too young an age and just. Be. Casita made Bruno’s room behind the walls decades before he even considered living there permanently. Before the cracks, before the magic couldn’t reach to the inner walls, Casita built Bruno a sanctuary just for him. No it wasn’t fabulous, it had a little table and chair for him to sit at though and Casita would fill it with paper and crayons, paints and pencils, A hammock in the corner with a soft blanket for naps. It wasn’t as big as it would be when he was older, Just a little hideout for a child when he became too overwhelmed with the world. And it would help. It gave him the solitude he craved when a particular vision weighed too heavily on his delicate heart.

And when those children grew and had babies of their own? Oh Casita would be the happiest a house could be. Because it could do it all again. It could care for and nurture and help raise the new generation, and that would mean the world to one loving Casita.

By this time Casita has this babysitting thing down.

Sneaking Isabela out to the backyard where she could make mud pies and sleep in the grass. Spinning Dolores around in dance as Augustin played a tune in the other room. Using a (Not too high) railing to lift Luisa up and down to her utter delight. Moving the plants around the home to make better hiding spots for Camilo to jump out and scare the unsuspecting adult who just happened to think a trip to the kitchen was in order. Throwing balls of yarn at Mirabel and reducing her to a fit of giggles that had her out of breath and unable to walk because if she tried, ball of yarn to the face and another giggle fit. Playing tag with Antonio using one of his many animal plushes to “run” after him and make him hide behind one of the elder children, claiming with all the earnesty of a 3 year old that “The lion gonna eat me!!!”

AND ALWAYS. THE FLOOR. IS. LAVA. There can never be too many cushions around when there is a young child in the room.

Casita cared for these children because they belong to it. This is its family. Its rocked babies, tagged toddlers, hidden the hiders from the seekers, comforted ouchies and booboos and the ‘I can’t sleep’s and somewhere along the line shown every single one of those kids where the new hiding place for the cookie jar is. It’s their protector, not just their house but their home. It would do anything for this family until it simply... can’t. And even in its last desperation, as its walls crumble and its boards break, Casita still protects the family. It made sure to throw the family out. I’m convinced it weakened its own wall for Bruno to flee. And with broken pieces of itself it sheltered Mirabel from its own crumbling broken self.

And even after its rebuilt and brought back from non existence, Casita will be ready to do it all again.

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