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prophetic-hijinks · 1 year

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Comic 23: Teasing

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Sand curtain idea was written into a fanfic by @bitsy83 called “Prophetic Noir”, and always liked the concept link

#encanto #encanto fanart #Bruno madrigal #brunomadrigal #elena ruiz #elenaruiz #Bruno x oc #prophetic hijinks #encanto oc #Bruno’s room

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morimementa · 2 months

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I'm fully on board the "Mirabel gets her own room" train, but I've also got a ticket for the "Mirabel doesn't technically NEED a gift because she's special as she is" Express. We all want good things for Mirabel, but I don't want to downplay the idea that gift or no gift, she's still special.

With that in mind, I like the idea of her getting a room to replace the nursery, but with a few key differences from the other magic rooms:

Her door is an image of her with a needle and thread in hand and the candle above her head, representing how she stitched the family back together. In the background is either the mountain or Casita with a stitched up heart. It's a celebration of her accomplishment and all the work she put in and a symbol of how she is, in theory, the new candle and source of magic. Abuela doesn't have to keep carrying a torch-so to speak- for the past and the trauma that came with it. Mirabel is the future. It'd help explain why the house came back but the candle didn't. The candle is a symbol of the past and eventually Abuela needed to let go of it.

Her room is a lot like the nursery but much bigger and more personalized. It celebrates the talents she worked hard to cultivate. She's got her sewing machine back and tons of shelving for fabric and yarn. There's her own bed with a bedspread with embroidery featuring the symbols of her family. There's also a set up similar to a therapist's office where people can talk to her, or where she can talk to them. Casita doesn't expect her to do everyone's emotional labor all the time, after all.

The best part is that unlike the other rooms, Casita is fully connected to it. It can still communicate inside the room so Mirabel is never cut off from her dear friend.

I think something like this would really be the best of both worlds. Mirabel doesn't have a Gift per se, but she's no longer shunted to the side and left with less than the rest of her family.

(Yes, I know she's front and center on the front door but like. She's fifteen. Girl needs her space.)

#Encanto #Encanto headcanons #mirabel madrigal #Look a lot of us want her to have a proper room #I just want nice things for Mirabel. And really who wouldn't?#text post #Mirabel gets her own room #Casita

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cheesy-cryptid · 2 years

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“Some Promise” 😭

More Javi angst? Yes. So I’ve introduced that Javi’s room reflects his emotions , Ive made a list of colors that could be associated to a certain type of emotion and I wanna present it in like a comic exploring more of Bruno’s relationship with his son Javi and how close they used to be. (Basically a two birds with one stone thing)

Javi’s Room Colors:

-Teal: Default Color/Calm

-Mint Green: Happy

-Red: Anger/Pain

-Deep Blue: Sadness

-Magenta & Purple: Fear/Stress

-Chartreuse: Disgust

- Light Purple: Surprise/Shock

-Gray: Shame

Theres no doubt that Javi’s room is beautiful, its just that a vast and dark cave was a little too frightening for young Javi— so it kinda took some time for him to be comfortable in his new room.

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glitternightingale · 2 years

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Shower Thoughts

Bruno's Stone Hand: Your Future Awaits

I've been thinking about this statue and trying to get into Bruno's head in case he decided to put it up, and it didn't just appear as a result of Casita's magical rooms. What was the motivation behind it? How long has it been there? And most importantly, what does it mean?

Meaning 1: "Climb all those stairs to get a vision from me."

The most on-the-nose interpretation is that this was simply meant to be a signpost to his Vision Cave for the villagers or other visitors. I can imagine it was set up when there were already a decent number of stairs in Bruno's room. At least, it would make the most sense at that point in time.

Meaning 2: "The way to Heaven/God in Christianity."

So, I saw some gravestones with a similar engraving: a hand with its forefinger pointing up to indicate the deceased's soul has risen to Heaven.

This was a prevalent symbol in the Victorian era (1837 - 1901). Of course, this concept doesn't have to apply to 19XX's Colombia, but it's an interesting thought, especially when one considers the heavy Catholic themes in Encanto and, perhaps, that Bruno might be a little old-fashioned/traditional in one way or another.

Also, most references of these headstone images I found feature the right hand as the "correct" hand for this symbol, regardless of if it's shown from the front or back. Bruno's possible left-handedness shown throughout the movie and his rock statue subverts this theme. He is different, and he is "wrong" in the eyes of the villagers.

Meaning 3: "Now listen up, the Prophet is speaking."

Bruno's expressive hand gestures often come into play when he tries to share his thoughts with other characters (Mirabel and Alma, for example.) I imagine their intention has changed from "Please, listen to me." to "May I just… please… say some–– Okay, never mind." over the course of his life.

#encanto #encanto meta #encanto analysis #shower thoughts #my meta #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #la familia madrigal #madrigal family #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno's room #encanto details

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junosaccount · 2 years

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I always assumed that this

was a funny aqueduct for Brunos water supply.

But - as can be seen in this concept art

it's actually a slide for the rats, which connects those bridges at the ceiling with the maze🐀🐁🥺

#wait maybe it's a water slide?#brunos room behind the walls #bruno and his rats #that's a cheesegrater-lamp above the table 🙂#and there are hinges at the table to fold it up..?#bruno madrigal

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encantoisawesome · 2 years

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Bruno’s room

things i wanted to mention about brunos room

1. how much of a drop is outside of the sand hourglass door way leading to the sand dune and the stairs? like, mirabel just completely disappears from the fall until we see her rolling down the sand. we also dont see the hourglass door way from the falling sand either

2. i can honestly imagine bruno himself accidentally doing what mirabel did and falling through the hourglass door only to roll down the sand hill. that, and just flopping into the sand whenever hes tired (i can also see bruno and his sisters hanging out in his room playing with the sand or making sandcastles)

3. the eye shaped light in screenshot 10

4. it just hit me that bruno would have been absolutely covered in sand whenever he leaves his room

5. brunos vision cave is flipping huge (in fact, all of brunos room is flipping huge)

6. whats on the ceiling in screenshot 32? i was gonna try and make a guess but i genuinely have no idea what it could be (edit: never mind, @junosaccount pointed out it was the hourglass door way. thank you for telling me dude)

7. on screenshot 22 and 23 i noticed that one of the bruno engravings had tiny green bits on it that looks like a smashed vision tablet that has been broken into tiny pieces. im wondering whether that was already like that when bruno first got his room or if bruno placed them there himself. what do you guys think?

8. i love the patterns on the floor and ceiling of his vision cave, and the door of the vison cave

9. i can only imagine how flipping exhausted anyone would be climbing up those stairs, i mean look at mirabel. speaking of the stairs, Jared bush confirmed that the stairs grew taller/longer the more distant bruno became, and its left me wondering: how tall were the stairs originally, like when bruno first got his room? were they that tall when the family went looking for the vision tablet? when did casita loose the ability to control bruno’s room? did the family notice the growing stair case? etc

i honestly have so many questions

#i really like the design of brunos room #encanto #bruno #mirabel #mirabel madrigal #encanto mirabel #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #if anyone wants any screenshots of encanto feel free to ask

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impossiblefangirl0632 · 2 years

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Religious Symbolism in Encanto

Most of these thoughts spawned from reading, a hair on the head of john the baptist by @icarusinthesand which I highly, highly, recommend you go read if you are at all interested in the more religious aspects of Encanto.

We ended up talking about the religious symbolism in the comments and with their permission I’ve compiled the main points we talked about here.

Tl;dr Encanto is chuck full of religious symbolism whether it was intentional or not.

Bruno’s Room

Religious parallels:

John the Baptist (And other prophets, thinking namely of Elijah) spent a significant amount of time living and preaching in the desert

The Temptation of Christ is when Satan tried to tempt Jesus to turn against God for 40 days in the desert

Moses and the Children of Israel in the desert for 40 years

A note about the number 40: In the Bible, numbers are rarely literal and have underlying significance. Forty shows up a lot because it is often used for time periods (40 days/years) that separate two distinct epochs. Bruno’s life can clearly be divided by the point he went into the walls, when he was 40. Plus, like I said the Hebrews were wandering in the desert for 40 years (To me this part of Bruno’s life can easily be described as ‘lost in the desert’) which represents the time it takes for a new generation to arise.

Staying on Moses for a second, this wasn’t in the movie but a lot of us seem to share the same headcanon that Bruno’s sand waterfall parts for him, kind of like the Red Sea for Moses.

The concept art for Bruno’s room shows a lot of different options they considered but I would like to bring these two to your attention.

The first is a concept that I cannot for the life of my find again but I vaguely remember it being in a youtube video. Imagine a dimly lit, slightly crumbling, cathedral interior with sand dunes instead of a floor and that should give you a pretty good mental picture.

The second concept (above) instantly reminded me of Petra (below) (World Heritage Site, very cool, has ties to a bunch of different cultures and religions including Christianity and Islam)

Fun fact I learned today is that according to Arab tradition Petra is where Moses struck a rock with his staff and water came forth. A lot of what remains of Petra is tombs which I think is an interesting tie in with the metas other people have written about the design influences from the Tierradentro tombs that did make it into the final design of Bruno’s vision cave.

Bruno’s role as the Prophet

Icarus did an amazing job at summing this up so I’m just going to drop in what was said in the comments here. For context, we were talking about how in the fic it’s alluded to that the Priest wanted Bruno to eventually become a priest himself.

“it seems logical (to Padre Acevedo) for Bruno to become a priest. I also think he has something more expansive in mind that just being the town priest -- when he says "lead" he does mean it. Because I really think that to a devout man of faith, Bruno would be... I mean, you have a prophet, he's the son of the man who made the miracle and the woman who turned it to bear fruit for the town, it feels fated, right? It feels like that man should be Something. Nobody's talking about living saints or the kind of leadership that reshapes the world but people are definitely thinking it, before they learn to be afraid of him.”

This reminds me a lot of this post (that was meant to be funny, and it is) that in my opinion correctly points out that Bruno’s two male role models are his father, who sacrificed himself for his family, and Christ, who sacrificed himself for humanity. To me it makes Bruno’s decisions make a whole lot of sense.

The Triplet's Gifts

The thing that I've thought about a lot before reading Icarus’ fic is how the original three gifts in a way symbolize aspects of Christ/God. Because essentially, the gifts break down into healing (this is self-explanatory), prophecy/a (potential) sort of omnipotence, and controlling the weather to me falls under the umbrella of having dominion over the earth.

Breaking that down further:

Bruno’s gift is obvious. He’s literally a prophet.

Julieta literally heals people with food (including bread, which has so many biblical tie-ins: the loaves and fishes, I am the bread of life, etc)

Pepa is a bit more of a stretch but consider first off, the flood that destroyed the earth, and numerous times in the Bible where there’s a drought and the miracle sent by God is rain.

Icarus made a good point about how Pepa seems to be more drawn to precipitation even when she’s happy since rainbows need moisture.

We know that when they were younger Bruno was the golden child but it wouldn’t surprise me if at least all three were considered saints at least at the beginning. (There’s a great oneshot that explores something very similar)

There are just too many connections for this all to be a coincidence in my opinion. At the very least someone on the design team thought about it at some point given the cathedral concept art. I mean come on, they literally call it a miracle.

#encanto #encanto meta #encanto analysis #religious symbolism #I considered adding my rant about how a lot of the fandom seems to be forgetting that this movie takes place in a majority catholic country #But that will half to wait for another day #Bruno madrigal #Bruno madrigal's room #Catholicism in encanto #religion in Encanto

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year

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Watching Encanto and im losing my MIND bc during the scene where Mirabel is asking Bruno if she should stop trying to help the family if she's hurting it, his eyes widen and he looks at her when she begins talking about wanting to make the family proud of her and I CANT HANDLE THIS AT THREE AM

#i would actually cry if i went into his little hideout room #like if i sat at that table and peeked through the crack??? im sobbing #encanto #bruno magridal #maribel madrigal #fuck disney

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foggyfanfic · 7 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: Even folded, the ladder was a bit awkward to fit through the door so she shimmied through sideways, watching the top of the ladder as she carefully eased it under the doorway.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

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2. Bridges and Ladders

After seeing the giant hole in the ground behind the walls, Mirabel had sort of assumed the cracks were structural, despite what she’d overheard Tío Bruno say. But now that she had watched a crack appear, only for it to disappear again, she couldn’t deny there was something else going on.

Once the party was over and everybody was in bed, Mirabel snuck down to the back garden. She found a folding ladder in the garden shed and carefully carried the bulky thing into the house through the kitchen door.

Even folded, the ladder was a bit awkward to fit through the door so she shimmied through sideways, watching the top of the ladder as she carefully eased it under the doorway.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

Mirabel almost screamed, and had to fumble to keep the ladder from falling to the floor. Once it was safely hugged to her chest she turned to stare at Camilo, who had apparently been in the process of stealing some of the leftovers from the party.

“What do you mean?” Mirabel asked, as casually as she could.

Camilo raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the ladder. She also looked at the ladder, pressing her lips together, then met his eyes and shrugged as if she still didn’t know what he was talking about.

Camilo snorted, rolling his eyes, “I’ll sic Gabe on you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Mirabel hissed.

Grinning, Camilo opened his mouth, drawing in a deep breath for maximum volume. Mirabel held her hand out to stop him and almost dropped the ladder. With a barely swallowed curse she caught the ladder and managed to lean it securely against the door frame.

She turned back to him, opened her mouth to lie, then thought better of it and instead said, “If I tell you, and you help, you know you’ll get blamed.”

“Hm,” Camilo thought about that, then slowly nodded. He was mischievous, fun loving Camilo, who played pranks; she was giftless, spare tire Mirabel, who must be protected at all costs. If they conspired together Abuela would never believe it was Mirabel’s idea.

Despite this, he eyed the ladder curiously, and she could see him debating whether or not getting blamed was worth sating his curiosity.

“I’ll tell you after I do it,” Mirabel tried.

“Promise?”

“Promise, as soon as I can tell you without risking you getting the blame, I will,” Mirabel nodded frantically.

“Alright, deal,” Camilo shrugged, apparently satisfied, “although if you’re going to be sneaking around, you should know Tío Bruno is still up.”

She stopped breathing for half a second, “He-? Did you see what he was doing?”

“Eh, being weird,” he said, casually piling a handkerchief with enough dessert to give a jaguar cavities, “as usual.”

“What sort of weird?”

“He was staring at the walls with a magnifying glass. I didn’t ask why. We got an arrangement you know,” Camilo tied off his handkerchief, “I don’t pry into all that weirdness he does, he doesn’t tell my Pá I get up in the middle of the night to steal food.”

“Did-, did it seem like he found whatever he was looking for?”

“I don’t know, why?”

Mirabel licked her lips, whereas before she had contemplated lying, now she thought it might be best to tell him the full truth.

But…

But if she did that then he would want to see the cracks too. And he would want to help fix them, like she did. And then this wouldn’t be Mirabel’s secret adventure, it would be just another thing her cousins helped her with.

“I’ll tell you when you can’t get blamed,” she repeated, “just uh, don’t tell anyone you saw me. Not even Tío Bruno.”

Usually Tío Bruno was pretty relaxed about them breaking the rules. He only ever tended to interfere when they were doing something spectacularly stupid. Like trying to turn Casita’s courtyard into a swimming pool.

“Wait, do you know what he was doing?”

“Yeah.”

Camilo once again looked really tempted to put his curiosity before his self preservation.

“Please,” Mirabel whispered, if she wasn’t holding the ladder she would have clasped her hands together, “let me do this without help.”

He raised an eyebrow again, frowning deeply, for once not looking even a little amused. His eyes drifted from her, to the ladder, then he turned and glanced at the kitchen door. Camilo looked back at her and nodded, an oddly sympathetic expression on his face.

“You promise you’ll tell me what’s going on?”

“Sí! On my life!”

“Ok, then I’ll cover for you,” Camilo said, “see if I can keep Gabe off your back.”

“Ay god, I would hug you if I didn’t have this ladder,” she breathed.

Camilo snorted, his usual grin sneaking back into place, “That’s two favors you owe me now.”

“Yeah, yeah! I can make you a new shirt or something,” Mirabel agreed, finally carrying the ladder the rest of the way into the kitchen.

“Oh, that’s not a bad idea,” he hummed thoughtfully, walking ahead of her and checking the courtyard was clear before he held up his thumb and strolled out of the kitchen with her, “actually, I got that old shirt with the ratty collar, it was one of my favorites.”

“You want me to spruce it up?” Mirabel asked, following him as quietly as she could with her steps weighed down by the heavy ladder, “How fancy we talking?”

“Wear it to parties but not church type fancy.”

“So something on the flashy side? You want any beading?”

“Oh, that depends, what you got?”

“You know what, I’ll just make a few sketches and hand them over and you can circle what you like,” Mirabel said, huffing and puffing as she followed Camilo up the stairs. She bumped the ladder against the wall and immediately apologized to Casita.

“Works for me,” he agreed, checking the coast was clear at the top of the stairs before stepping out of the stairwell.

“Great,” she said, a bit distractedly as she carefully got the ladder around the corner and started carrying it towards the painting.

“Night,” Camilo whisper shouted, heading for his own room, and Mirabel returned the farewell over her shoulder.

When she got to the painting she carefully leaned the ladder on the wall, then opened the painting a crack. First she listened for any telltale sounds of shuffling sandals, then she peaked her head in. Once sure the secret passage was clear she opened the painting as wide as it would go.

With some difficulty she managed to get both the ladder and herself through the hole, then closed the painting behind her. Once again she waited for her eyes to adjust, then began the journey back down to the big ol’ hole she’d found.

The pathway seemed both twice as narrow and three times as long now that she was carrying a ladder through it. And she spent the entire time worried Tío Bruno would pop out from behind the next corner and catch her. But eventually, arms shaking from holding the ladder for so long, she made it to the hole.

Mirabel put the ladder down, unfolded it, then began feeding it into the apparent abyss. As she’d expected, it wasn’t even ten feet deep.

She climbed down the ladder then waded through the thick mist that clung to the ground and propped the ladder up against the other side. Mirabel climbed back up then turned and stared at the ladder.

The hole was maybe nine feet deep, and the ladder fully extended was about twelve feet. There was a possibility Bruno was wandering around back here, and there was no way he wouldn’t notice three feet of ladder sticking out of the hole.

She glanced over her shoulder then climbed back down.

After a bit of experimenting Mirabel figured out if she folded the ladder in half it was pretty well camouflaged by the mist and darkness. It meant she had to climb the last three feet without it, but there were plenty of footholds.

Hole vanquished and ladder sorted, Mirabel dusted herself off and continued her journey.

She was in uncharted territory now. She kept her eyes peeled for any cracks, and her ears open for any knocking on wood. Excitement bubbled in her throat as she got farther and farther into the walls, and away from the safe predictability of the outside world.

By the time she saw the faint golden light peeking out from around the next bend, it was all Mirabel could do to stop herself from skipping.

She slowed down, and carefully eased herself forward, toward the light. As she neared it, she started to hear a quiet scraping noise, punctuated by one of Tío Bruno’s noisy yawns. When she got to the corner she pressed her back to the wall, took a deep breath, then eased her head out to look around it.

The crack beneath Isabela’s feet had been small, small enough that the only reason Mirabel had noticed it was because of the motion involved in the actual cracking process.

These cracks were not small. And there must have been hundreds of them.

Mirabel gulped, watching transfixed as Tío Bruno casually patched the secret cracks in the walls of their home. Everything, from the way he gathered spackle, to the way he placed it on the cracks, to the way he carefully smoothed it out so the cracks were completely filled in, spoke of practice. Perhaps years of it.

How long had he been doing this?

Tío Bruno had always been the best uncle a girl could ask for, he was gentle, encouraging, easy to talk to, and always happy to offer a hug or embarrassing story about her mother. But he had also always been weird. Just so, so, weird.

Mirabel didn’t mind the weird, it was just a part of how Tío Bruno was. She suspected it was a side effect of being able to see things others couldn’t, because Amada could be a bit weird too. But the villagers minded the weird. They minded it a lot. Most of them at least.

Oh sure, some people saw Tío Bruno as a sort of mischievous but kind hearted spirit. He was always happy to help a child after all, but his visions often spread chaos or misery. There was a whole spectrum from people who believed Tío Bruno was good with bad parts, to people who believed he was bad with good parts. The general consensus was that despite being a Madrigal, and therefore an important part of the village, Tío Bruno was something other. Something capable of great darkness.

He was seen as a necessary evil.

Mirabel had always known better, she’d never doubted her uncle for a second. She still didn’t doubt that whatever was happening, Tío Bruno was doing whatever he could to help their familia.

But how long had he kept this a secret? And why?

Tío Bruno paused in his spackling to stretch and groaned as his back popped. The sound prompted her to withdraw, and she leaned back against the wall, re-evaluating the situation.

What the hell was happening?

She thought back to the conversation she’d overheard earlier. It sounded like Tío Bruno had seen the cracks coming, but didn’t know what had caused them. Although, he did seem sure that Mirabel herself was in the center of it.

Was…? Was this what the miracle had been preparing for? When it didn’t give her a gift? Was this… what she was born for?

Then why didn’t Tío Bruno tell her? Why was he patching the cracks instead of having her come and fix them?

For a second, Mirabel steeled herself, ready to burst around the corner and demand answers. But then she remembered something else Tío Bruno had said earlier.

He’d said something about how mature she was, how she knew how much her family loved her, then said, “I thought that would mean-. But it hasn’t”. So, it was entirely possible this wasn’t actually connected to her, he could have been wrong about her being at the center of whatever this was. Honestly, the cracks had appeared near Isabela, and apparently in Luisa’s room.

Not around Mirabel.

She risked one more glance around the corner, watching Tío Bruno patch up the wall for a few more seconds. Then she sighed and began sneaking back the way she’d come.

Alright, so she’d seen the cracks. Now what?

She didn’t know what was causing them, Tío Bruno didn’t even know what was causing them! He’d apparently been trying to figure it out for what? Years now?

What hope did Mirabel have?

For a second, she was tempted to just forget what she’d seen. She didn’t have a gift, she didn’t have a clue what was happening, she didn’t even know how to make spackle. Her role in the family was to stay safe in case the miracle ever needed her, she couldn’t go running around being reckless.

Mirabel reached the hole and stared down into the mist.

But-, but Mirabel wanted to help. She didn’t want to sit around and wait for everything to go wrong. She didn’t want to fix the damage, she wanted to solve whatever problem was causing it.

But what could she do that Tío Bruno couldn’t?

She stared down into the hole for a long time, turning that question around and around in her head. It’s entirely possible she would have stood there forever if she hadn’t been jolted from her thoughts by the sound of sandals slapping against wood.

Ah meircoles! Tío Bruno was coming.

With nowhere else to hide, Mirabel climbed down into the hole then took the ladder down so it was lying beneath the mist. She crouched down, waiting.

The slap of sandals got closer and closer, then suddenly sped up. Just as she suspected, with a running start, Tío Bruno lithely hopped from one floorboard to another until he was back on the other side. Then he just kept walking.

When the sound of his sandals had faded, Mirabel stood up straight with a little, “Huh.”

She’d known Tío Bruno could do that, she’d been expecting it, but that didn’t change how impressive it was to see it in real life. He was such a small man, and he was always complaining about his back. He didn’t look like-, well, he wasn’t exactly what Mirabel pictured when she thought of athleticism.

He used to be taller, in old pictures he was the same height as Tía Pepa, but his efforts to make himself seem smaller and non-threatening had paid off in the way of trouble standing up straight.

That was a revelation and a half. Just over a year ago Mirabel had been sneaking around with Amada. It could either be called late at night, or early in the morning, depending on your personal philosophies on that sort of thing. Their goal had not been to eavesdrop on a private conversation, but to get breakfast made before their Mamas woke up.

Unfortunately they had underestimated how early Julieta and Leandra had to wake up in order to have breakfast for sixteen people ready by sunrise, so eavesdropping is exactly what they ended up doing.

“I’m trying my best, but I’m not a chiropractor,” Julieta was saying, “honestly, at this point all I can do is ease the pain.”

“I know,” Leandra had sighed, “I know, I just wish there was something else that could be done.”

“There is,” Abuela said, and both girls had cringed, they’d be dead meat if Abuela caught them sneaking around, “he could stand up straight. He only has these problems because he’s always hunching over.”

Leandra sighed again, noisily, “Sí, but he’s not going to stop hunching until the villagers stop being afraid of him. You’ve raised a very kind and gentle man, he’d rather curse himself to decades of back problems than risk scaring people.”

There was a pause, then Abuela had sighed as well, when she spoke again her voice was softer, “Sí, he has always been-. Surely, he can think of some other way to make himself seem non-threatening. Something that doesn’t involve damaging his own spine?”

There had been more, but Mirabel didn’t get to hear it.

Amada had frowned, shaking her head, and snuck past the entrance to the kitchen. Mirabel had followed her a second later, sensing that something was wrong. Amada led her out into the night where she stared at the village, eyes glowing gold. Then she had picked up a rock, carried it up the road and placed it down at the edge of the market square, carefully adjusting it until it was just how she wanted it.

She’d walked back into Casita and the next day, it had rained heavily, leaving the ground slick with mud. After the rain let up the villagers flooded the market, a cart had rolled over the rock and the cart wheel had shattered. Nobody was hurt when the cart toppled over and, thanks to the slippery mud, skidded into the market square, however the fruit in the cart fell out and got underfoot. All but three people who passed through the square that day fell into the mud, either because they stepped on a piece of fruit that rolled out from under them, they stepped on a smashed piece of fruit that had mixed with the mud to make a goopy slippery puddle, or because they had been knocked over by somebody else who had fallen.

The rock hadn’t even been that big, it hadn’t looked like it would damage the cart, or like it could cause so much chaos. Just like Tío Bruno didn’t look like he could effortlessly vault over giant holes.

Sometimes, looks could be deceiving, sometimes expectations fell short of reality.

Mirabel propped the ladder back up and climbed out of the hole, marching back to the wall with all the cracks. She didn’t know what she could do.

But she was ready to find out.

#Encanto #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #Encanto AU #bruno madrigal #One of the really great things about writing this in prose is I can tell not show some stuff #so there's room for me to tell you about Amada using her gift to try to enforce some justice on the world #without having to dedicate a whole dance number to it #people sometimes complain about how little time this or that character got in the movie #and we all know its because of the time constraints involved #but I don't gotta deal with that #so Camilo gets a more active role in the plot #and Amada gets some back story

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