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magicalmadrigals · 3 months
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I once did a one shot called “A Hand For A Hermana” where Julieta helps Pepa with Dolores when she and Isa are babies because Lolita is literally being a damn MENACE and Pepa wants to cry, whereas Isa is being an angel for once 😂 I’m planning on rewriting it though, so would that be something you guys would wanna see? To be fair, I might use it as the opening of my one shot series about the Madrigal kiddos honestly. Thoughts?
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foreveranevilregal · 7 months
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Encantober Day 7: Storm
Well. The day had been a complete disaster. Everything had started out wonderfully; all the wedding preparations had gone according to plan and, miraculously, even Pepa’s weather was holding up. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the sun was shining almost as radiantly as Pepa herself, and it was going to be a beautiful wedding.
Until Bruno walked in.
Pepa was pacing back and forth, trying to burn off the nervous energy. Nothing had gone wrong. Yet. She knew better than to expect something in her life to go off without a hitch. Her stomach was doing somersaults. But it felt like, for once in her life, the bad feeling was going to be proven wrong. Nothing in the world could possibly ruin this day for her.
She should’ve known better than to underestimate her bad luck.
Bruno was standing off to the side, just observing, the way he always did. He rarely involved himself in things. But this was Pepa’s wedding day, and she’d be damned if she let her only brother just stand there and watch instead of participating.
“Bruno.” She marched right up to him. “What are you doing?”
He shrugged noncommittally. “Waiting for the wedding to begin?”
Pepa sighed, exasperated. “Bruno, there are still things that need to be finished. The decorations aren’t done, and the chairs- why aren’t you helping the rest of the men with the chairs? Go help!” She demanded, shooing him towards the chairs.
Bruno whistled lowly. He looked Pepa up and down, then glanced up at the crystal-clear sky. “Looking like rain, huh, sis?”
Pepa put a hand on her heaving chest to calm herself. “What?”
Bruno offered her a sympathetic (or was it pitying?) look. “Is it gonna rain?”
“Rain?” Pepa began to panic. It couldn’t rain today, of all days. Not now, at the start of her and Félix’s life together. Bruno should know better than anyone about bad omens, and he had summoned the worst of all. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the sky darkened. “No. It can’t rain today. Not today.” She wrung her hands together, pacing and muttering prayers for the rain to just wait until tomorrow, please.
“It’s kind of looking like it’s gonna rain.” Bruno pointed out, his eyes drifting upwards uneasily. “Hey, wait- where are you going?”
Picking up her skirts, Pepa fled. Raindrops began hitting the cobblestones next to her. Somehow, she made it into the church and tried to calm her erratic breathing.
Thankfully, the ceremony was always going to be held inside the church. It went as smoothly as anyone could expect. Except her mantilla fell off in front of everyone and she had to pick it up and drape it back around her shoulders. Then her hand shook as she lit her candle. Luckily the candle that symbolized their unity stayed lit, unlike in the many nightmares she’d had leading up to today.
These slipups left her feeling a bit embarrassed, but Félix had kept beaming at her. No matter what anyone said to her afterwards, at least he would be there to comfort her.
Finally, the ceremony was over, and everyone exited the church…to a scene of total chaos and devastation. Debris was strewn everywhere. Bits were still tossed about by the wind. The cobblestones gleamed from the rainfall that had soaked them, judging by the little rivers flowing to lower ground. And the sky…the beautiful blue sky had darkened like night had fallen several hours early.
The bubble of hope Pepa had held in her chest popped. How…how could this be? When she’d been getting ready, everything was so beautiful. Not a single cloud in the sky, let alone…whatever this had been. Everything had been fine, until…until she talked to Bruno. Her eyes blazed furiously. It was all his fault. He’d mentioned rain, and then this happened. Up until then, there had been no sign of rain. It had to have been a vision. How else could there have been such a terrible storm on that sunny day?
Stupid Bruno. He had to pick today of all days to deliver bad news. Here, Pepa; why don’t I portend your marriage with a lovely storm? That’s a good wedding present, right? No bad omens here. Just here’s what I think about how your marriage will turn out. No big deal.
Feeling lightheaded, Pepa ran back into the church, seeking refuge from the storm inside her mind. She ran up the aisle, crushing flower petals as she went, tearing down the flowers decorating the pews. It didn’t seem right for the decorations to be so beautiful when the wedding had been so awful. When she got to the front, she ducked into a side room, closing the door behind herself.
Was the wetness on her cheeks from the rain or her tears? She really couldn’t tell. Nor could she tell how long she’d been inside there. Darkness surrounded her; she’d forgotten to bring a lamp. Cursing under her breath, she tried to smooth out her dress as best as she could without being able to see. Maybe it was better that way. She probably wouldn’t like what she saw.
Suddenly, the door opened. Julieta stood inside it, haloed by light from the church. “Pepa?”
“Julieta.” She tried to keep the quaver out of her voice, wiping the tears off her face. “What are you doing here?”
Julieta laughed incredulously. “It’s your wedding day, Pepa. Surely you didn’t think no one would notice you missing?”
Pepa scoffed. “They’re probably having a better time without me. Without the weather witch who ruins everything.”
“No one has called you that in years.”
“Whatever. It’s not like anyone cares I’m gone.”
Julieta raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Are you sure no one cares? Because I can think of someone who cares very much and is confused about how he ended up alone on his wedding day.”
Pepa choked back a sob. “He’s better off without me. I ruined everything. In case you haven’t noticed, a hurricane passed through town. That wouldn’t have happened if he’d married someone else.”
Julieta sat down next to her. “Yes, there was a hurricane. But the man is crazy about you, Pepa. He’d move the earth for you.” She took Pepa’s hands in her own. “Where is all this coming from?”
Pepa shook her head, unable to speak through the tears. “Stupid Bruno,” she blubbered.
“Bruno?” Julieta asked, confused. “What does Bruno have to do with any of this?”
Pepa huffed impatiently. “Everything was perfect until he showed up and told me it was going to rain. What kind of a vision is that to tell someone on their wedding day?”
Julieta nodded slowly, absorbing this information. “Ah, I see. Pepa…you know Bruno isn’t the best at talking to people. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“What he meant doesn’t matter.” Pepa crossed her arms over her chest, wringing out a bit of water from the dress. “He made it rain on my wedding day. He ruined everything.”
Julieta frowned. “He’s not the one with control over the weather.”
“Well everything was fine before he showed up,” Pepa retorted. “How else do you explain it?”
Julieta opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head. “Okay, so…it wasn’t the best thing to happen,” she said diplomatically.
Pepa barked out a cynical laugh. “You can say that again.”
“But it wasn’t the worst either,” Julieta persisted. “Pepa, do you know what’s going on outside?”
“I was trying not to think about it.”
“Let me tell you. Outside, there are musicians playing and a crowd of people dancing in the rain. There’s also a family waiting to celebrate a wedding they’ve been planning for ages, and a groom missing his bride.” She held up a finger, preempting Pepa’s protests. “Stop. Have you seen the way he looks at you? There is nothing on earth that would make him choose anyone but you. When he looks at you, that’s what love looks like.”
Pepa groaned, burying her face in her hands. This whole ordeal had exhausted her. She didn’t have the energy to argue with Julieta right now. All she could say is, “People will talk.”
“They might.” Julieta wrapped her arm around Pepa’s shoulders. “But today doesn’t have to be a complete loss.” She tilted her head towards the wall. “Listen. The rain is over.”
Pepa sniffled miserably. “Finally.”
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what comes after the rain.” Julieta smiled warmly.
“Mud?” Pepa guessed, confused as to where Julieta was going with this.
“A rainbow, Pepa.” Julieta squeezed her in a hug. “And I’m sure it’s beautiful.”
A small smile appeared on Pepa’s lips. That sounded nice. “A rainbow,” she repeated faintly.
Julieta stood up, holding out her hand towards Pepa. “Let’s go see it.”
Sure enough, the colors arcing through the sky were brilliantly vivid. But they paled in comparison to the real rainbow in Pepa’s day, who was waiting for her by the door. He offered her his hand and said the two most wonderful words she could imagine.
“Let’s dance.”
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caramella120 · 1 year
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Welp apparently I like the pain of doing details
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wikluk · 2 years
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I’m actually glad you also don’t like the fanon of Pepa being sexually before marriage or have lots of lovers. I know people probably wrote her like that because she the middle child, has a wild gift and is very touch-feeling. To me since Felix and pepa are “handy” their love laughing is touch. They love to hold and hug their family! Just because they hold each other a lot doesn’t mean that have to be supper sexual. it’s kind of annoying
I mean... I have no doubts Pepa's very touchy and passionate with Felix, but maybe it's just me, but I think she became like that after meeting Felix. I think she hadn't liked touch as much before (aside from physical contact with her siblings and Alma) because maybe she was afraid she'd hurt someone or she didn't just like it. But Felix, thanks to his personality and attitude, was able to change it, to unlock some of the restraints that she had. At least I think so.
I think many people may have the idea that they can't be passionate if they weren't just as wild when they were younger, but I don't exactly think that's true. Meeting this one person you love and who loves you back allows you to discover new things. Passion, I believe, may be one of these things, so the fact that they were rather... devout... when they were younger doesn't mean they're the same after getting married.
Anyway, the only point I wanted to make is: they might have waited with sex until the wedding, but afterwards nothing was holding them back, and I believe passion bloomed then as well.
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kinschi · 3 months
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Sets of three ✨️
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dazeddoodles · 2 months
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Turning Red fanart since it's in theaters
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theriverdraws · 1 year
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nyx-lyris · 1 year
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my encanto analysis/headcanon that no one asked for
so, i was just looking through some encanto fanart and headcanons and came across this piece (artist: https://mobile.twitter.com/ye_enc): 
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abuela had triplets - julieta, pepa, and bruno. both julieta and pepa had three kids - isabella, luisa, and mirabel for julieta, and dolores, camilo, and antonio for pepa. 
what i noticed is that for each batch of three, each individual falls under a certain category, and it seems to follow by age. 
julieta was, as this lovely fanart shows, likely depended on quite frequently for her ability to heal via her cooking. her gift would have been the most useful and therefore she likely would have been praised the most as “the perfect one”. 
this, of course, next falls to isabella, who we see this with the most frequently. abuela very clearly is living the life she wished she could have lived through isabella, and is viewed as the perfect golden child by everyone around her. 
dolores is a little different, but i believe she still fits the trope. she is basically the physical embodiment of “seen but not heard.” she keeps quiet on the things she knows would upset her family and doesn’t make herself heard, even when she is in pain, whether physical or emotional. she doesn’t tell anyone that she knows bruno has been living in the walls for the ten years he’s been missing; she doesn’t tell anyone about her feelings for mariano, because she knows that will upset abuela and her cousin’s “perfect for the encanto” arrangement; and one can only imagine how loud certain things are to her, that are endurable for us (fireworks, for example). 
next are the middle children: pepa, luisa, and camilo. all of them have some kind of pressure on their shoulders. (and - just a fun thing i noticed - while luisa’s literal pressure is the many things she carries, pepa’s pressure is atmospheric pressure, because she controls the weather. but anyway, lol). 
all three of these characters are told in one way or another to bottle up their emotions and keep them buried inside. with pepa, we see this very directly as she is constantly told by the other characters (especially abuela) to, as the fanart above shows, calm down and essentially turn off her emotions because of the damage she can cause with her weather powers. this kind of reminds me of the “conceal, don’t feel” thing that elsa had with her gloves. both pepa and elsa demonstrate the same growth throughout their movies, too - learning to accept themselves and their abilities and thus being able to control them instead of being controlled by them - but, i digress. 
luisa, by contrast, is indirectly told to keep her emotions at bay. she is treated as something of a useful tool, both by the town and by abuela, and seen in a very masculine light despite her relatively feminine personality. because of this treatment and the expectation that she will always be strong that comes with it, she falls into the same category as pepa. 
camilo, like dolores, is a little different, but still fits. we don’t see much of him in the movie, but i imagine he is depended on as being the funny one. if anyone reading this is into k-pop or bts, think of camilo as like the j-hope or the jin of the group. he’s always expected to be funny and smiling, lifting everyone else’s spirits - but who lifts his spirits? 
and lastly, we have the youngest siblings - bruno, mirabel, and antonio. they fit into the roll, of course, of the scapegoat, of family disappointments. 
bruno was rejected by the town and by his family, seen as a harbinger of chaos and horror, a bad omen - all because he can see the future, something that he obviously cannot control. but, of course, it’s easier to simply blame someone else than accept the truth or take responsibility for your own actions. 
mirabel, of course, is treated in much the same way. she is seen as a bad omen, as well, and is quite literally feared to be the one who will destroy the family and the encanto, because of bruno’s vision. 
antonio does not quite fit into this category, but i think if he had not gotten a gift, he would have been shunned in much the same way as bruno or mirabel. it can also be argued that his gift isn’t really very useful, and we can see abuela struggle for a moment to think of how they could put his gift to use at the breakfast at the beginning of the movie (”i told them to warm up your seat”). 
anyway - this is all to say that each of the siblings in each of the batches of three appears to fill (or almost fill) the same rolls. i’m sure someone else has already noticed this and i’m just late to the party - but i thought it was cool. 
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icecry · 7 months
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THE THIEF AND THE PROPHET  CHAPTER 2: 【 THE DEVIL'S HANGED MAN 】
「 The celebrations have begun! It's a joyous time of laughter, reminiscing, and preparation in the days leading up to the wedding of Dolores and Mariano. Well...for everyone else, at least.
Bruno finds himself a little overwhelmed by all the festivities, feeling a lot of pressure to not make accidentally 'ruining weddings' a tradition of his.
It doesn't help that the strange talisman he won in a dice game is attracting a lot of unwanted attention when it's revealed that the jewel merchant is said to be a 'gold thief' who lures people in with stories and 'fools gold' in exchange for real gold. 
Meanwhile, the mysterious jewel merchant, Chel, returns home, where she mopes in a bath after finding another gray hair. Thankfully, her sister, Inés, is there to boost her spirits, as are the magical charms of her youngest nephew, Vito.  」 ✨| CHAPTER 3:  A flashback to almost 12 years ago right before Mirabel's ceremony and Bruno's disappearance. Chel returns to The Encanto with her family and has a conversation with a mysterious stranger. 
Thank you so much for waiting patiently for this chapter! There's a lot of information leading into the next. Everything has meaning and nothing is a mistake. Would love to hear your thoughts and feedback! HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th!
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jacarandaaaas · 2 months
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Happy International Womens day to all the incredibly strong and inspirational women of encanto ✨🕯️
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novthewolf · 5 months
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Encanto Masterlist
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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Camilo x Reader Headcanons
Camilo proposing to you
Camilo taking care of you while you're sick
Yandere!Camilo x Reader
Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic
Camilo simping over Reader
Camilo x insecure!reader
Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include
Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include
Jealous!Camilo x Reader
Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh
Stealing Camilo's ruana would include
Camilo comforting you when you're crying
Camilo simping over Magical!Reader
Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time
Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader
Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you
Dancing with Camilo Madrigal
Imagine :
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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]
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How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity
Imagine : None
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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Pepa x Reader Headcanons
Imagine :
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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons
Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews
Imagine :
None
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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include
Imagine :
None
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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
None
Imagine :
Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety
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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :
None
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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons
Imagine :
None
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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader
Imagine :
None
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magicalmadrigals · 3 months
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Nah because why did I just now remember about my Alma fic where she falls in love with one of the villagers and he and the triplets are little chaotic besties and the whole thing is just a pure fluff-fest 😂😭
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foreveranevilregal · 7 months
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Encantober Day 10: Help
Julieta had everything under control. Really. She’d had her gift for…how many years now? It was second nature to her. Besides, she enjoyed helping people. And cooking. What could be better than a gift that allowed her to do both?
So maybe it had been more challenging lately. With a toddler and a baby, Julieta found it took her more time and effort to accomplish the same tasks she did with ease before. But that was no excuse. If anything, it was all the more reason to try harder. After all, she had more people relying on her now. Everyone was relying on her. She couldn’t let them down. They were counting on her.
All she had to do was replenish her reserves of magical healing food, take care of her two little ones, and cook dinner. Her family had graciously helped out by rotating cooking meals instead of having her cook every day. Luisa slept most of the time, and Isabela was such a sweet child, people were bending over backwards to spend time with her. Really, if you took all that into consideration, it left relatively little for her to do. She’d finished restocking the magical food. Now all she had to do was cook dinner.
Easy. She could do it in her sleep.
“Julieta.”
She awoke with a start to Pepa shaking her shoulder. “Eh?” She rubbed her bleary eyes.
“Julieta, wake up.”
“Did I fall asleep?” Julieta mumbled sleepily. She raised her hand to cover a yawn and noticed that it was covered in the sauce she had been preparing. It left a trail leading to the bowl, which had sauce smeared down the side. Horrified, she yelped and wiped everything down frantically with the nearest towel.
Pepa scrutinized her. “Juli, when was the last time you slept?”
Julieta tilted her head, thinking. Last night had been hard. Luisa had been colicky and the day before Julieta had been busy taking care of injuries around town. “Uh…”
“It’s taking you way too long to answer,” Pepa noted.
Julieta shrugged, deflated. “I’m not sure,” she admitted.
“That’s concerning.”
Julieta ignored her.
Pepa took a seat beside her. “Julieta, what is going on?”
Julieta took a steadying breath. “Nothing. It’s my turn to make dinner. So I’m making dinner.” She yawned widely. “I’m just… a bit tired, that’s all.”
“So you decided the empanada filling would make a good pillow?”
Julieta gave her a confused look.
“You have some, on your cheek.” Pepa gestured to her own cheek.
“Ayyy.” Julieta dabbed at her face furiously.
“Julieta…” Pepa reached out, taking her hand between her own. “You don’t have to do everything on your own. Asking for help is allowed, you know.”
Julieta shot her an uncharacteristically scathing glare. “I don’t need help. I have everything under control.”
“Right…” Pepa said sarcastically. “That’s why I found you with your face planted in the bowl. Because you’ve so clearly got everything under control.”
Julieta’s lip wobbled. This was so embarrassing. Not only was she letting everyone down, but it was so noticeable Pepa was calling her out on it. Tears stung her eyes, and she swallowed hard to keep them at bay. “It’s my turn to make dinner,” she repeated stubbornly, trying to keep her hands from shaking.
“Yes, and you clearly are not feeling up to it,” Pepa explained patiently, as if to a small child.
Great. Now Pepa was being patronizing. Could this get any worse? Julieta gulped, her breathing uneven. “Everyone has been so kind, taking most of the cooking off my plate. I only cook dinner once a week now. It’s the least I can do.” If she couldn’t even do that…what was she good for?
“Yeah, Julieta, other people are stepping up. You want to know why? Because you are busy taking care of a small child and a baby. They don’t have to deal with those responsibilities. Despite that, you’re still keeping up with your gift duty. Somehow you’re still cranking out buñuelos like nobody’s business.”
Julieta chuckled faintly. “No one else can do it. I have to keep going with it.”
Pepa cocked her head as if conceding the point. “Well, other people can cook. So let us help you.”
Julieta stared at her. The words weren’t really registering. All she could do was latch onto- “You’re gonna help with cooking?”
Pepa shrugged. “Yes? Is that such a crazy idea?”
Julieta tapped her chin thoughtfully. “The last time I let you cook, you almost set the kitchen on fire trying to boil water.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Pepa fumed. “The stupid pot wasn’t boiling, and I got mad, and I didn’t realize a lightning bolt would zap the fire!”
Seeing Pepa get worked up over the memory was what broke her. To her sleep-deprived brain, it was the funniest thing ever. She broke down into a fit of laughter, struggling for breath, as she laughed so hard, she cried.
“Oh sure, laugh at my pain,” Pepa quipped, but there was no edge to her words. Her lips curved into a small smile. “I’ll remember that the next time you make a mistake.”
“I don’t make mistakes, Pepa.” Julieta tossed her hair behind her shoulders, sending up a plume of flour.
“Ah yes, you totally meant to soak your hand in the sauce.” Pepa grinned.
“Ay, enough about the stupid sauce!” Julieta flicked her with flour.
Pepa flicked her back. Before the scene could devolve into a flour fight, she placed her hand between them in a truce. ���Okay. So what still needs to be done?”
Julieta took stock of the situation. “The dough and filling are done, so I just need to roll and stuff the empanadas before cooking them.”
“You mean we,” Pepa corrected. “Because I’m helping you, whether you like it or not, so you might as well like it.”
Julieta sighed. “Fine. But you’re staying away from the stove. I don’t want a repeat of the ligh- the incident,” she amended upon seeing the stormy look in Pepa’s eyes. “Here.” She thrusted a spoon at Pepa. “You can fill the dough once I’ve shaped it.”
“So little faith,” Pepa shook her head goodnaturedly, but accepted the proffered spoon.
They began working quietly.
“Not so much, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s wrist, stilling her hand with the spoon hovering over the dough circle. “If you overstuff the empanadas they’ll explode.”
“And if you understuff them, you’ll get empanada scented bread,” Pepa muttered, but scooped out a bit of filling before crimping the empanada shut. “Better?”
Julieta nodded her approval. “That’s one down…” she looked at the almost completely full bowl of filling, “several dozen more to go.”
 “Good thing you have me to help out, eh, hermana?” Pepa elbowed her gently in the side.
Julieta had to admit she was right.
“I don’t know how you thought you could do it alone,” Pepa continued, getting into a rhythm with the empanadas.
“Don’t push it.”
Soon, the tray between them grew full. Much faster than if Julieta had been left to do it alone, especially since she was still struggling to stay awake.
As much as she hated to admit it, Pepa was right. Maybe it was okay to ask for help sometimes.
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How many people are still in the Encanto fandom? Show of hands! (Cause it's kinda hard to find people, that I don't already know, that are still in the fandom)
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PROSHIP DNI WITH THIS POST AND F*CK OFF!
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gabrielapazlima · 1 year
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AWWWW
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the new encanto book "bruno's other gift" seems so sweet!
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catastrouge · 9 months
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it's been 3 years and I'm still obsessed with a magical family from colombia and their concept art
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