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twisted-in-underland · 4 months

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Encanto x TWST idea

I’m sure someone out there has already done this before, but I was listening to the Encanto soundtrack earlier and couldn’t help but come up with the TWST idea for the movie!

So the general concept in world wise is that it sticks fairly close to the movie; the Madrigals (I’m sticking to the og names for now. My name ideas are gonna be at the end) live in a small village and are the only family with magic. Because the villiage is so small and closed off, they don’t have any kind of magical institution of their own leading the Madrigals to attend outside mage school to learn to control their powers.

Note: Their unique magic is the same thing as their “miracles” in the movie

All of the ages of the Madrigals are the same as the movie. So Pepa, Bruno, and Julieta have long since graduated from school and take various jobs around the village. By the time Yuu comes to Twisted Wonderland, Isabela and Dolores would have been recent graduates of RSA; Isa would have been out of school for roughly 3 years and Dolores would have been out of school for roughly 2 years. Luisa is a senior at an all girls mage school (a school that would be similar to RSA) by this point and, assuming the seniors of this school leave campus similar to NRC seniors, she’s likely involved in some sort of internship off campus.

Camilo and Mirabel aren’t in school yet. By the next year it’s expected that Camilo will also start at RSA as a freshmen. Mirabel, who doesn’t show many magical abilities, is not expected to attend any sort of magical school. And of course Antonio is not expected to attend magic school any time soon as he’s still too young.

Currently Bruno is the only one who’s attended NRC. I imagine he was chosen by NRC likely due to his unique magic. I believe there would have already been tension in the family/with the village regarding Bruno’s unique magic, and so learning he wasn’t even attending a “respectable” school (the villages view on NRC) like his siblings made it worse.

I think Bruno would be sorted into Diasomnia mainly because I can see his unique magic being seen as quite powerful and his colours are green. It’s only fitting.

I also think it’d be a little funny if Bruno was considered the dorms resident cryptid. Like he’d almost have Malleus vibes where everyone is put off or scared of him for one reason or another, but in reality Bruno is just shy and kinda socially awkward at times. There are definitely still rumours about the “mysterious fortune teller” running around NRC even after all the years.

With Mirabel currently showing little signs of having magic, she’s also becoming a black sheep like Bruno. It very much follows the movie plot where Alma is a lot harder on Mirabel because she’s seen as “too different” from the rest of the family. But have no fear! I feel like Mirabel and Yuu would end up being besties by the end of the event AND Mirabel would make her place known in the family even if she’s “different”!

Speaking of event; my general idea game wise is that this would probably be a special event for the game. Like I said, Bruno is currently the only Madrigal that’s attended NRC, the rest (excluding the younger ones) have attended/are attending RSA. I don’t have an idea currently on why Yuu and co would be visiting the village, but I think it would be a fun concept!

Perhaps the miracle fading is tied with an overblot like situation and NRC got an anonymous letter (perhaps from Bruno 🤔) and Crowley, being a kind man he is, sent Yuu to check it out. I’m open to suggestions if anyone has any ideas!

I think maybe Epel would be one of the event exclusive characters; he also comes from a small village and there’s a generational gap between mages within his own family. Maybe he could relate to Mirabel in some way. Idk why, I also think Silver could fit as well. He is the only non-fae of the main Diasomnia bunch so perhaps he can also relate to Mirabel or even Bruno in the sense of not “fitting in” with the rest.

As for the names of the characters: I have no clue what do change the last name to, BUT I’ll leave some of my ideas for the first names, as well as clarifying which ones have changed genders.

Characters using their movie concept name:

Alma = Andrea

Julieta = Juana

Bruno = Oscar

Luisa = Lydia

Mirabel = Mariana

Camilo = Carlos

These 6 also stay the same gender as their original counterparts.

Genderswaped characters and names (these are subject to change):

Isabela = Ines

Ines was Isabela’s concept name and I can’t seem to find a masculine form of Ines. To me sounds neutral, though I also image TWST Isa to be similar to Vil; he has a more feminine and/or androgynous appearance which he embraces so I imagine a more feminine name wouldn’t bother him.

Some other names I’m entertaining are Isaac, Lucero and Ismael. I kinda like lucero as an alternative, I think “bright star” is a fitting of a golden child.

Dolores = Diego

I’ve seen a couple people use Diego as a gender swap name for Dolores and I kinda like it. There isn’t a deeper reason for the choice.

I’m open to other name suggestions if anyone has a better one!

Antonio = Antonia

Antonio was a little easier since his name has a feminine form. I also wanted to keep the one girl-two boys set up that Pepa’s kids have, so I swapped Antonio and Dolores’ genders

Pepa = Pepe or Pedro

I’m a little tempted to give both names to Male!Pepa. Perhaps he was named after his father, but Alma/Andrea started calling him “Pepe” as a nickname.

I think this would really fit if Abuelo Pedro died like in the movie and so hearing her husband’s name after he passed was really hard on her.

Félix = Felicia

similar to Antonio, Felicia is the feminine equivalent of Félix so the meaning is the same.

I don’t really have a distinct reason for swapping this groups genders other than not wanting the entire family to be the same genders as their og counterparts.

I’m not sure what I would want to change Agustín’s name to. Perhaps he’s the one who keeps his original name, or if anyone has suggestions let me know!

And finally for abuelo Pedro, I’m thinking perhaps he’s just not named in game. Like perhaps he’s passed away and when asked about him, everyone either calls him “Papí” (the triplets) or “abuelo” (the grandkids). Maybe Alma doesn’t like talking about him/saying his name because it’s too painful or something.

I think this is all I have so far for this idea! Like I said I’m open to any ideas or suggestions that y’all might have, especially with names!

Idk how far I’ll take this, I just needed to get the idea typed out while I had it in my head lol. I might also post something about Hans from Frozen once the poll I posted on him ends.

Thank you to everyone who read my ramblings! Have a cookie 🍪💕

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foggyfanfic · 4 months

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Octavia is Just Vibing

Oneshot Summary: Octavia is still having a good time, even if her gift is gone. Granted, she'd be having an even better time if she hadn't just given Luisa an existential crisis.

Octavia’s name was not chosen for her by her family, instead it was chosen by one of the merchants who found her. They had picked her up on the side of the road, spent the weeks they were in the city looking for her family, then took her back to the Encanto with them and handed her off to her parents.

“They just knocked on my door and handed me a two year old,” her Pá once huffed, “just assuming I would be happy to raise her. They were right, sure, your Má and I were overjoyed, but still! The presumption of it all.”

Octavia had giggled, which was what her Pá had been going for. Her Pá loved making her laugh.

Once, she had asked what they would have named her if she hadn’t been named by the merchants. They had hemmed and hawed over it, then finally admitted that coming up with a name for Amada was hard enough, they had been happy to call her by whatever name she came with.

So, Octavia was her name, and building houses was her game. Or it would be, when she was ready.

The Madrigals were blessed with a miracle, but Octavia felt she was especially blessed. She had the best parents ever, the best siblings (if you ignored how overprotective Gabriel could be and how righteous Amada got), the best familia, and the coolest gift that could be used to help a lot of people. Counted among these blessings she had, was that she was younger than Luisa and therefore could learn from her older cousin’s life.

And what she had learned was that she should listen to her parents, and not let the town architect know how good at making castles Octavia was until she was ready to work her ass off.

So, Octavia hid her mastery of her gift, and life went great.

Until the familia started communicating better, that is.

“Why wouldn’t you want to be like me?” Luisa asked, eyes large and bottom lip trembling, she didn’t say the words “What’s so wrong about being like me?” but Octavia heard them loud and clear.

“Oh! No! No, that’s not what I meant,” she rushed to say, “I-I just don’t want to live the way you do.”

This was, apparently, only marginally better.

“My life isn’t that bad,” Luisa protested, “I mean, I know I need to relax a bit more. But my life isn’t terrible.”

“Eh, it kinda sucks,” Octavia shrugged, “I mean, you never get to spend any time with the familia, you never get to dance or join the games or even savor the food at parties, you barely have any real friends because you don’t have any free time, you don’t have any hobbies other than Chores, which are not a hobby by the way, you had to miss your class’ end of the year swim party for the last five years you were in school, you uh, you uh-. Should I stop talking?”

Luisa’s eyes were back to being really big, and her bottom lip was trembling again, only now Luisa’s really big eyes were shining with tears, and her trembling lip was attached to a gaped jaw. She appeared to be two shades paler, and her shoulders seemed to be caving in on themselves.

Octavia looked around for help. She was way too Twelve Years Old for this conversation.

They were in the mostly completed kitchen, putting the cabinets up. In the dining room, the adults were discussing how they were going to replace the appliances that Casita had created throughout the years. Casita was, after all, magic and could recreate any desired appliance at will. Nobody was sure what exactly it was that made Casita like refrigerators but not electric stoves, and nobody knew what the respectful way to restock the replacement of your dead sentient house was. So it was an important, and very engrossing, conversation Octavia didn’t feel comfortable interrupting.

Luisa put down the cabinet she had picked up before the conversation took this turn, then sat down on the freshly tiled floor, leaning against the counter. With a deep sigh, she put her head in her hands.

Octavia waited a while, hoping an adult would appear and fix the mess she’d made.

When that didn’t happen, she put down the hammer, and put the nail back in the box. She hopped off the counter so she could sit next to Luisa. Twiddling her thumbs she tried to think about something nice and comforting to say.

She came up short.

Eventually, Luisa shook her head and without lifting her face from her hands, said, “I’m wasting my life.”

“No you’re not! Just your life so far,” Octavia said, brightly.

“I’ve wasted my life,” Luisa corrected.

“Yeah!” Octavia paused, “Past tense. You’ve wasted your life, past tense.”

Luisa lifted her head and looked at Octavia, “Past tense.”

“Sí!”

Luisa contemplated this for a little then muttered, “I don’t even know what I would do with more free time.”

“All the other stuff you weren’t doing before,” Octavia said, although it came out sounding like a question.

“Oh spend time with the familia, sure. But what about friends? And hobbies? I don’t have any friends, any idea how to make friends, or even any clue what I enjoy doing. I like donkeys, but that’s not-, donkeys aren’t a hobby,” Luisa shook her head.

“Are donkeys friends?”

“No, they’re kinda jerks. I just think it’s cute, you know? How much attitude they have,” she huffed out a little chuckle.

“Oh. Well… cute animals! Everybody likes cute animals!”

“Does everybody think donkeys are cute?”

“No,” Octavia deflated, “what else do you like?”

Luisa shrugged, “I like it when your parents or Tío Félix join me when I’m working out, but that’s not-. That falls under the category of Spending Time with the Familia.”

Octavia nodded, then asked, “Are there any workouts that nobody in the family enjoys besides you?”

Luisa brightened, opening her mouth to answer, then slowly slumped back into her defeated position, shaking her head.

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for another minute, Luisa sighing every few seconds. Octavia could just barely make out Tía Pepa suggesting getting a toaster. This was followed up by her Pá pointing out, “We still need to figure out how to get electricity. None of this matters without electricity.”

Octavia contemplated that. Casita was magic and presumably, everything Casita had created was magic as well. At the very least, most of it had disappeared when the miracle fell to pieces. There were some scraps of their magic doors among the rubble, but the appliances and some of the furniture had just poofed out of existence. So, it seemed reasonable to assume all of that stuff was magic and powered by the miracle.

“We’re going to have to get a water heater,” she muttered. Octavia was not giving up warm showers.

“Hm?”

“Oh, sorry, nothing. I was just eavesdropping on the grown ups,” she turned more towards Luisa, “anyway! You’re sad!”

Luisa nodded, “I am.”

“Let’s go get cake, that should help, right?”

“N-now? B-but we’re supposed to be putting the cabinets up.”

“We can do that later,” Octavia stood, “besides, we’re also supposed to be fixing all the problems we’ve been ignoring. So, we kind of have to get you cake.”

Luisa shook her head, but also stood, “I’m pretty sure it’s going to take more than some cake to fix this.”

“Will the cake hurt?”

“No,” Luisa said, slowly.

“Great!” Octavia trotted out the side door, she glanced back over her shoulder and grinned when she saw her cousin following.

Luisa, being almost three times Octavia’s size, caught up with her quickly. She made an active, and obvious, effort to slow her steps down. Unfortunately, Luisa’s legs covered twice as much ground in a single step as Octavia’s so she kept pulling ahead.

“You shouldn’t have any problems making friends,” Octavia declared, after watching Luisa struggle not to ditch her, “you’re really nice. Although, people might try to take advantage of how nice you are. I mean, they kind of already have been.”

“They weren’t,” Luisa rushed to defend the other villagers, “it’s just… I could get things done twice as quickly as everybody else, so it just made sense for me to do it.”

“Má said that just because I can make a house in a day doesn’t mean I have to drop everything to make a house on demand,” Octavia said, “I mean, I can’t make a house anymore, but I don’t think the house part was the point. I think the point was just because you can do something doesn’t mean you have to.”

“I like helping people though, and I actually kind of like being able to wander around, get involved in a bunch of different things,” Luisa gave her a half smile, “I know I need to relax more, I do, a-and I definitely overdid it, but… I used to look forward to when people gave me problems that took more than just my strength to solve. Like redirecting the river. That sort of thing used to be so much fun.”

Octavia nodded, but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have a response to that other than, “That makes sense”, and that didn’t seem like it would move the conversation forward.

“I guess I like puzzles,” Luisa slowly realized, “and trying new things. And learning about all the different jobs there are in the village. Like, I’ve been wanting to give glassblowing a try, it looks interesting.”

Octavia nodded, “You should! You should totally do that.”

“Yeah,” Luisa also nodded, “yeah! I’ll try glassblowing. And all the other stuff I’ve been wanting to try.”

“But first, cake!”

“Sí, cake.”

They popped into the bakery that sold the best pastries in town and contemplated the offerings for the day. Octavia had a long-standing love for the place’s coffee cake, but Luisa kept looking between a pineapple cake and a chocolate cake. Her lips were pursed as she considered them.

The tiny guy behind the counter quietly cleared his throat, “Would-? Is there-? Can I help you?”

Octavia pointed at the coffee cake, “I’ll take a slice of that.”

“Claro,” he barely glanced at her, eyes trained on Luisa.

“I’m uh, still deciding.”

“Take your time,” he said, “let me know if you want anything. Anything at all.”

Luisa made a vague hum of acknowledgment. Her eyes were now meandering over some of the cookies.

The guy got a slice of the coffee cake and placed it down in front of Octavia, still watching Luisa.

“Gracias,” Octavia said.

“Mm-hm,” he nodded vaguely in her direction.

Luisa considered the pastries. The guy watched her. Octavia watched him watch her.

Somebody else entered the bakery, the barber. Not the one that Tío Agustín went to, the one that Tío Agustín had sworn he would never go to again.

“I’ll be right with you,” the guy behind the counter said.

“Oh, you can help him first,” Luisa waved him off, “I keep noticing different things I want to try.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sí, go ahead.”

“Alright, just tell me if you need anything.”

He turned to the barber and curtly took his order, put the muffins the barber asked for in a box, handed them over and took the barber’s money. He did it all very quickly, then immediately went back to watching Luisa.

“Why are you staring at Luisa so much?” Octavia asked, barely keeping her signature smile from turning into a mischievous grin.

The guy blanched, giving her a panicked look. He was two shades darker than her Tío Félix so she couldn’t tell if he was blushing, but the tips of his ears did look a lot redder all of a sudden. He looked back at Luisa, who was now focused on him instead of the desert, then immediately turned away.

He did not answer Octavia’s question.

She turned back to Luisa, but she was now staring at the counter guy, her cheeks steadily turning red.

“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” Octavia lied. You could get away with so much stuff if you pretended not to know what was going on.

“Wh-? No, no, this is just, uh this is Renato,” Luisa said, “he was in the grade above me in school.”

“Ok, but why are you guys being weird?” Octavia asked.

“Weird? Whose being weird?” Luisa laughed, talking quickly, “I’m not being weird. Are you being weird Renato?”

“I-. No?”

“See. Nobody’s being weird,” Luisa cleared her throat, “A-anyways, I think I’ll take the chocolate.”

“Right, yep, here you go,” Renato got her the biggest slice of chocolate cake there was. Octavia looked down at her comparatively meager slice of coffee cake.

“So, uh- Gracias. How much do I owe you?” Luisa asked.

“Nothing,” Renato said, immediately, “it’s uh, it’s on the house. I just hope you enjoy it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sí,” Renato nodded, “it’s yours.”

“Gracias, Renato.”

“Claro Luisa.”

They stared at each other.

Octavia waited.

“Do you want to hang out with Luisa or something?” Octavia prompted in a cheerful voice, when they had been staring at eachother for too long, “You can stare at her some more.”

Renato blanched again, looking panicked. His mouth opened and a few aborted sounds came out then he laughed and shrugged and said, “Sure, yeah, if you want, Luisa.”

“I uh I would like that,” Luisa agreed, smiling a little and cheeks turning pink again.

“Great! Great, then we can, I can-, how about this Saturday? We can get lunch?”

“Sounds good to me,” Luisa nodded, then bit her lip, before asking, “Pick me up at noon?”

“I can’t wait,” he breathed, grinning from ear to ear.

“See you then,” Luisa slowly backed out of the bakery, waving at him. He waved back, looking like he might start dancing the second they were out of sight. Octavia followed Luisa, still looking between the two of them with raised eyebrows.

“So, I definitely missed something back there,” she lied, trotting to keep up with Luisa. She wanted to see if Luisa would tell her more about this Renato guy.

Unfortunately, Luisa just giggled, “Saturday!!”

“Uh sí, Saturday.”

They returned to Casita, eating their cakes as they went. Now instead of sighing at random, Luisa was giggling. This seemed really weird to Octavia, but was also obvious progress, so she didn’t say anything.

When they got to the kitchen, the grown ups were still in the dining room, now talking about the logistics of getting electricity. They finished off the last of their cakes, then got back to work.

Eventually, the sun began to set so the whole familia put down their projects and convened out back around the fire pit to help Tía Julieta grill up some dinner. Luisa sat between her sisters, excitedly whispering to them about Renato.

“I never thought he’d be interested in me, you know?” Luisa said, excitement raising her volume without her permission.

“Why wouldn’t he?! You’re beautiful,” Mirabel chirped brightly.

“You know why,” Luisa rolled her eyes and gently admonished her sister, “it’s not that I’m not proud of my strength, but I do have ears.”

“What?! Are guys insulting you or something?” Isabela asked, scowling. Octavia suspected she was ready to march off and kick some ass right then and there, which is something Octavia really, really wanted to see.

“No, no, no. It’s the other abuelas, actually,” Luisa shook her head, then shrugged, “you know how they can be.”

“Ah, si,” Isabela huffed, settling back, but scowling deeper.

“Well, they’re a bunch of jerks,” Mirabel said, quickly, “tell us about Renato!”

Meanwhile, Octavia sat between her own siblings, before long, their argument about whether or not fruit salad counted as a real salad drowned out Luisa’s conversation.

“Tia Julieta has a cookbook from the United States with a recipe for pasta salad,” Octavia interjected, and both of her siblings responded with outrage.

“You can’t just throw any random collection of food in a bowl and call it a salad,” Gabriel shook his head, aghast.

“Right, it has to be a plant,” Amada agreed.

“A vegetable, it has to be a vegetable.”

“I will bite you.”

“Bite all you want, that doesn’t make fruit salad a real salad.”

The Madrigal family was no longer blessed with a miracle, but today Octavia had finished up the kitchen, got some of her favorite cake, and made her cousin happy, so she figured she could still count herself as blessed.

#love and fury #bruno kids #luisa madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #villager OC #spent a long time debating whether or not I wanted to write a WLW Luisa #ultimately decided I wanted to write her specifically for my irl friend that vibes with her #so in my headcanon Luisa is technically cishet but gnc #like my friend #the world needs more stories about gnc cishets anyway

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