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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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Distractions (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

a/n: I’m not really proud of this one, but hope you’ll like it

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"Take my hand"

"W-what?"

"Take my hand! Am I speaking Chinese or what, papi?" you rolled your eyes "trae pa’ca"

Bruno flinched when you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. Your best friend was about to ask you what was the matter when he noticed a few guys coming up to you with flowers and what appeared to be chocolates. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as well and pressed himself closer to you.

Since you and your family moved into Encanto a few months ago, one of the first things that became obvious was that you would have a long line of suitors until you got married. He didn't really blame all those guys, you really were beautiful and your usual attire (high heels, black stockings, knee length dresses and your cute glasses) just highlighted your beauty. But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying when those idiots interrupted your time with your best friend.

Bruno knew that despite everything, he had to keep up appearances, for the honor of the family, no matter how many jokes and cruel comments people threw at him. However, he allowed himself to be selfish with you. You were his first and only friend, the only one besides his sisters who didn't seem afraid of him, and he wasn't about to let some fools who couldn't take no for an answer ruin your day.

"If only they would learn and at least have the decency not to bring wine chocolates" you muttered, looking at one of the boxes they were carrying "then maybe I'd consider paying attention to them"

"Just to take away the chocolates, right?" he knowingly asked

"You get me, Brunito" you laughed

You two smiled knowingly when the men stopped when they noticed you holding hands. The town's outcast and the most coveted girl? they definitely did not expect it.

Too bad your fun didn't last long. Bruno felt it a few seconds before, but he didn't manage to help you in time. While you walked away, your shoe hit a stone and before you knew it, you were falling flat on your face, your hand still entwined with Bruno's, pulling him with you.

You two rolled together until a wall stopped you. You ended up on top of him and you guys looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

"You two can't stay out of trouble for long, huh?"

You and Bruno turned to meet your two older siblings. Oh, yes, your older brother Agustín, walking disaster (just like you, but you did it with style) and Julieta Madrigal's official simp, and the brunette herself.

"I'm sorry, Juli, but if you steal my brother, it's only fair that I steal yours" you said, accepting the hand that she offered you.

You didn't notice the way the healer's cheeks reddened as you stood up and stood very close to her, but Bruno definitely did. Julieta simply offered you an arepa and looked away.

"I didn't steal anyone" she said

"Hey, Gus gets hurt, he goes for your magic food, you two talk for hours. That counts as stealing him for me" you shrugged.

Your brother watched the oldest triplet while you cut your arepa in half to share with Bruno. He knew that he couldn't say anything if he didn't want to face Julieta's anger, but inside, he wanted so badly to tell you that the reason the two of them talked so much was to share things about you.

He knew that his friend was madly in love with you, just as he was with Bruno. But neither of them had the courage to say anything, so they were content to talk to each other about their siblings. Cowardly move, perhaps, but it was what they had.

"But hey! It's okay" you said when you finished swallowing "at least you're all mine tomorrow" you winked at her

"E-excuse me?" Julieta stuttered

"...you did tell her, didn't you, Gus?" you looked at your brother accusingly

Agustin's eyes widened as the three of you looked at him. He facepalmed and you heard him mutter something about being a jerk and that he had forgotten.

"Sorry, Y/N, we were-"

"Busy?" you smiled "Ay Agustín" you rolled your eyes with affection

Your brother blushed deeply and mumbled another apology. In his defense, Julieta had been telling him a cute story about Bruno and he hadn't had the head to remember what he was supposed to ask the brunette.

"I got lost" Bruno said

"Mom sent Gus to ask Julieta if she could teach me how to cook tomorrow" you explained

"T-teach you how to cook?" she asked nervously

"Yes, my parents want to start looking for a husband for me" you rolled your eyes

Julieta felt her heart breaking at your words. Husband. She was running out of time! She had to quickly think of a way to confess her feelings to you before losing you.

A part of her told her that she was being silly, she shouldn't even count herself among your options. She was a woman! Of course neither her mother nor your parents would approve... but she could dream, right?

“So…are you free tomorrow?” you asked when she didn’t answer “because if not I can tell my parents that you-”

“No, no! It's ok. I’ll tell mom first but yeah, I’m free” she quickly said, making you jump a little.

“Excellent! Thank you Julita” you smiled “I promise not to burn anything…or at least try not to”

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You did burn something. Everything, actually.

“H-how…how did you manage to burn the salad?!” Julieta looked at you with disbelief

“...natural talent” you joked and smiled at her.

From the moment the brunette put a foot on your house, she knew this was going to be hard for her. You decided to wear that pretty dress of yours, the one that fit so snugly against your body and made her cheeks instantly burn. She had tried not to look too much, but it had been impossible and on more than one occasion you had caught her looking at your chest. You didn't comment anything, but suddenly you were sticking closer to her and your hands brushed her hip.

You were driving her crazy.

"See? That's why I burned the salad" you said, snapping her out of her thoughts

"W-what?" she stammered, she didn't realize when you had gotten so close.

"You're not paying attention to me" you said "You're supposed to be the teacher, Juli, but if you don't pay attention, these things happen"

"Are you blaming me for burning the salad?"

"Obviously" you smirked "although I wonder...what is it that has you so distracted?"

Julieta swallowed hard and was sure her dark skin no longer hid her blush. She tried to get away from you, but little by little you managed to corner her between your body and the sink. She really tried not to think about how cute you were, looking at her from behind those glasses.

"Y/N"

"Yes?"

The healer tried to find her voice, but her breath was missing and her legs were getting weaker as you pressed against her. She really, really shouldn't be thinking about the way your breasts felt against hers, or how your breath tickled her neck.

"The cat ate your tongue?" you whispered

The truth was, there was only one reason you were doing all this, throwing yourself at her without shame: Bruno had given you a vision first thing in the morning, a few hours before Julieta arrived. You had not been able to avoid the cry of happiness that you had given and since then you tried to quickly reach that part of the vision.

Which would be easier if she stopped running from you.

"Y/N, I think we should focus"

"I'm focused" you said "...just not on the food"

Julieta felt her heart stop when you leaned closer to her and your lips brushed her ear. That was how she was going to die? Pressed against the sink and having a heart attack?

"I can think of better things to do right now"

"We shouldn't" she muttered "your parents…this is all to find you a husband, remember?"

You pulled back a little so you could meet her eyes and carefully lifted her chin.

"And who said I wanted a husband?" you asked

"W-what?"

Just as she looked at you with those big teary eyes and a hint of hope, Bruno's vision came into your mind and you knew it was time to make it come true. You didn't give her time to react, you just closed your eyes and let your lips seal with hers.

The little gasp of surprise she let out, you expected. But for you to break her... that wasn't part of the plan.

#reader insert #x reader #julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal preference #encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #Agustín x bruno #if you look closely

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Soo...this is the full Agustín/Mirabel story! You guys liked it so much, it gave me the confidence to finish it. So... thank you and enjoy!

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dude-iloveu · 1 year

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Hear me out

Speedy and Bea as Pepa and Felix Madrigal from Encanto

hahaaa yeahh. I am listening!!

although I'd like to think of Speedy and Bea as Julieta and Agustín too, because I also love those two lmaoo

#ask #itsaiyen #i love pepa and felix !!#but julieta and agustín are my faves. beloveds.#anyway #i love them

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maiteo · 2 years

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#had to edit tf out of this of course #the GRIP those grainy and colorless and dull filters has on my beloved abdjs let him go!😩#anyways look at him🤭#agustín canobbio #vid #athletico paranaense #agustin canobbio #mine

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pepa-brainrot · 6 months

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Encanto Oc Appreciation week two! Relationships ✨️

@encanto-extended-edition

It's my beloved sunshine trio! I finally drew all of them together (took me long enough I know)

Some more of Armida's relationships summarized below the cut 💛

(I am so terribly bad at summaries Im so sorry- If I could write out the extent of all of their relationships I would- sadly I dont have the time..)

Alma: Her relationship with Alma pre movie is strained- mostly because she fears the older woman. Armida is riddled with anxiety and intrusive thoughts over what her mother in law may think of her, and often fears Alma thinks she got into the way of her daughter's relationship- or that she isn't a "real" madrigal. Basically.. it's a lot of assumptions on how Alma feels about her.. but they are not always truthful.

Armida also tends to disagree with Alma's ways. But between her being passive by nature and having a fear of speaking up, she never says anything. Rather she does her best to help by being there for other family members the best she can be.

Julieta: She was the first of the triplets that Armida became close to. Armida had visited her stand often, and at first Julieta thought the younger woman was accident prone like Agustín.. Over time it became clear that wasn't the case, but Armida was always super polite- despite lying about why she needed to be healed. She always made sure to thank Julieta - not just for healing her but for everything she does. After that it was surprisingly easy for the two of them to talk- and making friends with Julieta naturally got Armida talking to Bruno and Pepa. Although out of the triplets Armida is the least closest to Julieta now, she still feels incredibly safe with the woman. Armida is set trying to lessen Julietas work load. The only issue being- she really can't cook- all she can really do is help with preparation when needed. So instead she settles with going out to town when Julieta needs anything. It's not a lot, but it's something at the very least, and it's appreciated more than Armida will probably ever realize.

Bruno: While obviously Armida is closest with Pepa and Félix, she also shares a really close bond with Bruno. The both of them being pretty bad insomniacs, they bonded a lot over sleepless nights- She'd tell him about the stars if the sky was clear enough and he'd talk about his rat telenovelas or sometimes about his gift- and she'd comfort him. She's a fan of his telenovelas- she loves the rats, and he's actually a really good writer. She offers to help make small costumes and even jokes about background music for suspense. All and all their relationship is very cute- I like to say they are like platonic soulmates. Obviously after Bruno disappears and comes back things aren't the same.. while he was in the walls some nights she'd sit and talk with his door instead, not knowing he was actually listening. Things are a bit awkward when he comes back- Armida having a lot of feelings about him "leaving" when he hurt his family so badly, but in the end she understands his motivation.

Isabela: When Isabela was little, the girl loved getting her hands dirty. so naturally - Armida loved taking the girl out with her in her nature walks, because even at twenty seven she herself still loved to explore. It was something they bonded over, Dolores never really being as interested. But of course fell apart after Isa was pressured into being the golden child. Now they aren't nearly as close, but the both of them still remember digging for worms near Casita, or going looking for different types of plants in the jungle. Sometimes Isa still takes walks- taking the same paths they used to when she was little- when she knows no one is looking for her. It helps clear her head. Of course after the movie the two begin to grow close once more, Isa being quite excited to show off all the new plants to her supportive tía.

Dolores: I think the majority of the fandom has agreed that Dolores is a daddy's girl- and I completely agree. However she of course loves each of her parents. Mida specifically doted a lot on her when she was younger- having been their first child. She'd often sing to her- writing her own little songs for her daughter. After Dolores got her gift it was a nice thing for the young girl to focus on- her mother singing. Unfortunately getting her gift, like with many of the madrigals, forced Dolores to grow up too soon. She's often a bit protective over her mother, due to things she's heard over time. Armida mostly dislikes the fact that Dolores feels the need to protect her- as she should be the one protecting her.

Little bonus- Armida despises Mariano at first. She disliked him when he was with Isa, not because she knew Isa didn't actually want to marry him (though she has suspected maybe something was up, if she had known that straight up I don't imagine she'd be able to keep quiet about it.) She's- in general- overprotective when it comes to any of the kids dating. She does, however, come around to him.

Luisa: With Luisa there isn't too much to say. Like Pepa and Félix, Armida treats each of Julieta's girls like her own kids,and Luisa is no exception. She used to read or sing to her each night as a kid, as she did with all of them. Each grandkid grew up with at least one song or story before bed, and sometimes even as adults or teenagers they still request it. But as with most of the kids, as Luisa grew up she stopped having time for things like that. Still Armida is always ready to sing or read to her once again- no matter how old she is.

Camilo: Camilo and Armida have very similar senses of humor at times, which means they make for quite the pair. The two of them sometimes pull little pranks around the house, nothing too much of course- after all she's still his mother and won't let him get away with everything, but he still gets away with more with her then he does with Félix or Pepa. Though being fifteen he doesn't spend as much time with his mom as he did at one point in his life- he still won't deny he loves her very much.

Mirabel: Pre movie, Armida would try her best to make Mirabel feel just as special as the rest of the family, but being busy and slightly stressed she could only do so much for the girl. Still, she did what she could when she could. She started to teach Mirabel embroidery after her failed gift ceremony to try to distract the little girl and make her feel better, she didn't expect her to pick up on it- but she's very proud of how far she's come. She's quite proud of the young woman in general.

Antonio: the baby of the family, he is absolutely Armida’s weakness. She has the hardest time saying no to him, much like others in the family. The fact that he looks so much like Félix really does not help- luckily Pepa and Félix are a bit better with saying no to him. She worried a lot about him, and his gift. Part of her had hoped that maybe he wouldn't get a gift, since she's seen how sometimes the gifts the family have can really feel more like curses, and he's only five- but luckily he gets a gift he really enjoys, one that she herself had wished for a lot as a child, one that doesn't seem like it will put immense amount of pressure on her baby boy. She enjoys learning what some of his animal friends are thinking, and reading them all to bed. (Sometimes she spoils some of his animals.. she can't help it)

#encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc event #strawberry art #encanto #encanto oc #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encanto x oc #pepa x felix x oc #oc x canon #art #armida madrigal

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.

For @glowing-celesticpetals, based on the prompt: “maybe something about Antonio or Bruno in the Ride the Cyclone Au?”

This is the last you’ll see of the living side; the family grieving the loss of the four children.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead: character death.

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Just Another Tragic Fact

Bruno sighed to himself.

The four gravestones, all lined up, layered in a variety of plants - Isabela would have hated it if it was all just flowers.

Here lies

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

14th November 1930 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal

28th December 1934 - 14th September 1951

Beloved son and brother.

Here lies

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

7th August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

31st August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter, sister and partner.

Seeing it makes it real.

Not that it didn’t feel real watching the crash and seeing their dead bodies be pulled from the wreckage.

The funeral had came and went.

The loss of the children, who had been dubbed ‘Encanto’s Four Saints’, had impacted the town itself. Everyone was draped in mourning garb and music and laughter almost vanished from the streets.

But, of course, it brought the most impact to the Madrigals themselves.

“I’m sorry,” Bruno says to them.

It’s a relatively bright and dry afternoon - considering Encanto has been living in a constant storm since the Cyclone accident.

Pepa must be asleep. She’s done a lot more of that recently.

He doesn’t blame her.

“I should have seen… I should have been able to warn you. Then maybe you’d still be…” he sighs, breaking into tears again.

“Tío Bruno?”

He sniffles. “Hey, Toñito.”

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I’d just come to see them. It’s a nice day.”

“You don’t have to say ‘sorry’. You couldn’t have known what would happen at the fair.”

“No, you all couldn't have known. This is my gift. This is what I’m for. But… I didn’t even think to look and now it’s my fault they’re gone.”

“Still. You can’t blame yourself.”

Tight arms fasten around him.

Bruno accepts the hug.

It probably should be the other way around, it’s not him who has lost his siblings and cousins.

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Antonio doesn’t quite process that they are gone.

He knows they are dead, but… their family has a miracle, why wouldn’t it bring them back?

When a bunch of baby capybaras are born the following week, he names them after his siblings and cousins.

The quietest capybara he names Lola. She was the oldest of the four. She’s always hiding behind his legs. She insists she be carried up and down the stairs. He finds a pinkish red ribbon in Mirabel’s room that he asks his Mama to tie in a bow for Lola.

Next came Luis. He was the biggest of the litter, so Antonio didn’t need to mark him to tell him apart. Luis was more like a playful puppy than anything else, frequently managing to sneak out of Antonio’s room to wander around Casita in search of belly rubs.

Then there was Belita, or Bela, depending on whether or not Antonio was telling her off. Like her mother, Chispi, she was very confident and snarky. However, lacked her mother’s chill. She was full of energy - if Antonio didn’t put her to bed with her siblings, he would be sure she never slept.

And lastly there was Milo, possibly Antonio’s favourite but don’t tell the others. Getting his brother’s name, he was exactly like him. Mischievous, loves food, and maybe a little too dramatic. Milo was good at making him laugh and, after everything, that is what he needed.

He assembles them all before bed, so that when Mama or Papa or both of them come to read his story, they are there too.

Abuela would happily spend time babysitting the four of them while Antonio was at school.

If they came into the kitchen, Tía Julieta would offer them scraps or spare food they could eat.

Tío Agustín had built a little wooden cart that Antonio could pull them around in.

Tío Bruno pretty much adopted them alongside his many rats, as the best pets/children ever.

It was another week later that Antonio got an idea.

“What are you doing, mijo?” His mother asked one day. It was just before dinner - table already set up, but nobody had called them to eat.

Then she noticed the extra chairs and plates that had been added to the table. And Antonio having placed each capybara on their namesake’s chair, which was stacked with pillows, so their heads just about reached the table.

“I thought they could join us for dinner!” He offered. “And Chispi is here too to watch them. I got her a spare chair all by myself.”

Pepa didn’t know what to say. “Is your Abuela okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t she be? She loves them. I saw her cuddling Milo and Lola when I came home today. I think she likes them more than Tío Bruno’s rats.” He informed, happily.

“Well, but, you know what Tía Julieta is like with animals at the table,” Pepa tried again.

“I don’t think she’ll mind. It’s like having the family back together!”

Thunder rumbled.

“I was meant to ask Bruno something,” she excused herself, brushing through her braid as she walked off.

Antonio stood in silence.

He glances at Chispi, “Did I do something wrong?”

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It’s a silent night.

They are slowly coming out of mourning and adjusting back to normality.

Starting to work again.

The colours of black and dark blue and dark grey begin to fade away.

The eternal storm that Encanto has been wrapped in since September is slowly breaking away. Now it is just occasional spells of heavy rain and sleet.

Antonio has long since been put to bed, with the four capybaras.

The rest of the adults stay up.

What once would have been a night of some wine, a few cards games, music and laughter, is now just a solemn conversation in the candlelight.

They ‘um’ and ‘ah’ over what could have been.

Where and what the children are doing, now that they are no longer among the living.

“And the other one?” Agustín dares to ask. “Did anyone ever come for her?”

“Was she at least identified?” Félix inquires.

“No.” Alma answers. “The order was given for her to be buried today.”

Pepa tugs at her hair, shivering. “I can’t imagine it. A child. Just like the rest of them. Except in an unmarked grave, and not a soul to care.”

“Her poor family,” Bruno remarks. “My sympathy is with them.”

“No.” Julieta shook her head. “To let their child go… and they don’t even care. They either didn’t care to look in the first place or they couldn't recognise their own bloody child. It’s horrible. They don’t deserve any sympathy.”

“Julieta!” Her mother and brother both exclaim, in shock at her attitude.

All the family is, but Agustín and Félix are stunned into silence (not that they find a fault in her statement, it’s just unexpected for her), and Pepa is already nodding her head in agreement.

“I agree.” She said, turning to Julieta. “If it was one of our babies, I would have known instantly. Heartless people.”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #ask me anything #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #pedro madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #my writing

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madame-fear · 2 months

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I’m really tempted to write for more LSDLN cast members, but I’m writing for them one by one. A bit slowly 👀

Which other cast member would you like me to write for next? (or try to write for, lmao)

(tagging my beloved @luceracastro just in case!! 💕💕💕)

#lsdln cast #lsdln cast members #i’m doing my best HAJDK #esteban kukuriczka x reader #agustin pardella x reader #blas polidori x reader #juani caruso x reader #esteban kukuriczka #agustin pardella #blas polidori #juani caruso #poll #polls

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woundthatswallows · 1 year

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what are your favorite books? / books you recommend to your followers?

first 14 are my faves!! then the rest r also beloved ones off the top of my head that i think everyone should read

frankenstein by mary shelley

rebecca by daphne du maurier

the bell jar by sylvia plath

the carnivorous lamb by agustín gómez-arcos

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

the diary of anaïs nin vol 1 (highly recommend all of her work, she's my favorite author!)

wilderness by jim morrison

autobiography of red by anne carson

angels in america by tony kushner

carmilla by sheridan le fanu

blood and guts in high school by kathy acker

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde

the goldfinch by donna tartt

lolita by vladimir nabokov

the inseparables by simone de beauvoir

book of longing by leonard cohen

death comes for the archbishop by willa cather

on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

the bluest eye by toni morrison

devotion by patti smith

oh and right now i'm reading and absolutely loving moby dick by herman melville + beautiful losers by leonard cohen and would prematurely recommend them for sure

#asks #recs

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gamerbearmira · 4 months

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Wait wait...do you know W.I.T.C.H. or winx club?

Cause imagine an AU where Mirabel didn't get a gift cause she is either a Guardian...or she inherited witch or fairy magic?

OK. FUNNY STORY. There’s actually already a Winx AU. Basically Agustín’s side and Mirabel didn’t get magic because it clashed with fairy magic and uhhhhh. I’ve always thought she inherited fairy magic, I’ve always thought it was so cool (Miss and Aisha my beloved). But yeah, it’s a cool au! 10/10 would recommend <333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto Agustin #winx #Winx au

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daughter-of-melpomene · 4 months

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Ooooo!! Can you tell us about your three new Wednesday OCs, please?? 👀

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨🖤✨

Anything for you, my beloved Alexandra!! (And I'm also gonna tag @oneirataxia-girl, since she asked about my new babies too, and @luucypevensie since she's my other Wednesday girlie!! <;3)

So, first up is Padma Bakshi, my fairy girl! Fairies are actually pretty rare, so Padma is one of only two fairy students at Nevermore, and she definitely acts like she's rare. She's pretty much the definition of the sterotypical rich bitch, always brutally honest and a bit mean, but always dressed in trendy clothes with her hair, nails, and makeup done to perfection (her family has been around for ages and can literally enchant people so of course they're filthy rich). She's also had both an academic and personal rivalry going on with Bianca since they both started at Nevermore, and despite how much her heart races the few times Bianca's gotten in her face it takes Wednesday arriving and Bianca getting a new rival for Padma to realize she actually has feelings for the girl she's been claiming to hate for ages. They do finally get together, of course, but it isn't without many more bickering sessions between the two of them and Wednesday getting fed up and basically shoving the two of them at each other and demanding that they confess.

Next we have Gus (short for Agustín) Becerra!! He's a werewolf, a stoner, and also Nevermore's resident plug as a result. Weems has been trying to catch him in the act of dealing for years, but Gus is also an incredibly laid-back and likeable person so no one's ever been willing to rat him out. He's also been in love with Xavier for years, and often hangs around him in attempt to get the other boy to notice him the way he wants to be noticed. The two of them are friends, of course, because Gus is kind of friends with the whole school, but it never turns into anything more until Wednesday comes to Nevermore and Gus decides to tag along in her investigation into the townie-killing monster, while also trying to subtly matchmake for Wednesday and Enid and convince his new friend that the boy he loves isn't the one killing people.

And finally, we have Holly Millway, my Yoko ship!! Holly is a psychic... at least, that's what everyone at Nevermore believes, due to her ability to make technology short-circuit when she has strong emotions and see people's auras, and that's what Holly allows them to believe. The real answer to the question of what she is is a bit more complicated than that, but it's also information that only Holly and Weems know, and for good reason. Because of this, Holly mainly keeps to herself, never speaking in class and eating in the library every lunchtime, not allowing herself to have friends or let anyone in, to the point where a lot of students at Nevermore genuinely believe she can't talk. She's also ridiculously in love with Yoko and longs more than anything to be close to the gorgeous vampire in all her classes, but it isn't until after Wednesday uncovers the mystery of the Hyde and saves Jericho that she actually gains the courage to start putting herself out there and talking to people, motivated by the fact that a crazy teacher just got close to killing her and all her classmates. She and Yoko do eventually become a super-cute couple, but before that there is a lot of awkwardness and, eventually, Holly finally being brave enough to share the secret of what she is.

If anyone has any more questions about these babies, feel free to ask!!

#asks about my ocs #oc: padma bakshi #oc: gus becerra #oc: holly millway

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spidertalia · 10 months

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I want to finally introduce my beloved boy, Florida !!

Florida is the oldest state in my AU, going off of settlement (St. Augustine was founded in 1565, 20 years before Roanoke) and is physically 24, older than Alfred himself. His full human name is Félix Agustín Avilés-de Leon, though he typically just goes by Félix Avilés.

Félix is generally loud, excitable, cheerful, weird, energetic, talkative, friendly, welcoming, shameless, good-spirited and a jokester with a good sense of humor. He will even make jokes at his own expense on occasion, and he's the type that can joke about just about anything. He's very entertaining and is the type that easily makes friends and can make people laugh without even trying.

Some fun facts about him:

He's 5'11 or 180 cm in height

He has roughly 3A hair

He has a lot of specific quirks that make him seem weird to others, but he doesn't care. These include decorating palm trees with christmas lights, being overly obsessed with Publix, always wearing flip flops or sandals and handling alligators with his bare hands

He's indigenous hispanic, with some black heritage as well.

He's had his current hairstyle since the late 2000's, but he does change his hairstyle up every other decade or so.

He loves falling asleep to rain and/or thunderstorms. He actually finds thunder comforting

He's honestly a lot like Alfred, minus the hero obsession. The two are unsurprisingly very close and get along really, really well

He owns a pet alligator he named Flagler

He's very shameless and proudly himself. He doesn't really care too much about what others think of him; he'll do what he wants and be as loudly himself as he wants to be. He knows he's weird, and he embraces it

However, he will absolutely shut people down when they bring up outrageous stereotypes. Yes, he finds Florida Man memes funny, but he won't hesitate to shut someone down if they try and generalize his citizens.

He's actually friends with Texas, Ohio, Georgia, Alabama and New Jersey. He, Texas and Ohio have formed a little 'weird states' club. He does bicker with Georgia a lot, but they are ultimately friends.

He has the vibes of that free-spirited, really fun oldest sibling or weird uncle who swoops in every once in a while to throw a party and then dip.

He owns 8 houses- in Miami, Saint Augustine, Tallahassee, Tampa, Orlando, Jacksonville, Daytona Beach and Key West.

He's completely unaffected by heat, and actually thrives in temperatures of 82 degrees or higher (28 celsius). He especially loves weather between 85 and 92 degrees (29-33 celsius)

He's also unaffected by rain, and actually loves storms and rainy days

He's actually very intelligent, despite what his eccentric nature might suggest. After all, he did contribute quite a bit to the Space Race. He still has a lingering deep love of space as a result.

He's incredibly fucking weak to the cold, reverting to putting a jacket on at 70 degrees (21 celsius)

He tends to prefer owning 'weird' or misunderstood animals, like pitbulls, snakes, reptiles, etc. In terms of dog breeds, he exclusively owns pitbulls and no other breed.

He has owned a Florida Panther before. Don't ask

He has an annual pass to Universal, Disney World and Busch Gardens. He absolutely adores roller coasters- the bigger and faster, the better. His personal favorites are Velocicoaster, Cheetah Hunt and The Hulk.

His fashion style largely consists of button ups (especially summer-y ones), loose graphic t-shirts, muscle shirts, shorts and flip flops or sandals. He owns very few hoodies, jackets and cold weather clothing.

He's actually quite strong, partly owing to his childhood of dealing with dangerous animals

He absolutely loves key lime pie and will take any excuse to make it. He also just loves key lime flavored things in general

He's very hard to scare

He thoroughly enjoys ghost stories. He can actually see ghosts, and has encountered a number of them.

He tans easily but never burns

He's one of the better and most powerful swimmers

He's very adventurous with food, and will eat literally whatever you put in front of him. He'll eat anything fried, and has eaten gator before. He can even stomach England's cooking, but he's only ever had it once.

Despite this, he's actually a pretty good cook. Not phenomenal or anything, but good nonetheless.

He's great at dealing with wildlife, especially dangerous animals. He will pick up a 200 pound alligator snapping turtle with his bare hands like it's nothing, and he'll gush over it too. He thinks they're just so neat

He's quite creative in how he deals with wildlife

Outside of his Indigenous languages, he speaks English, Spanish, Haitian, Portuguese and French fluently.

He most enjoys action, animated, adventure and horror movies. He also enjoys objectively bad/awful movies.

He throws really good parties

He enjoys singers like Pitbull, Flo Rida, Jason Derulo and T-Pain; all from his state, of course. That's the general type of music he enjoys most, stuff he can dance to

One of his absolute favorite songs is absolutely the Bayside Boys remix of the Macarena.

His state bird is the Northern Mockingbird, but he constantly jokes that it's the mosquito.

He throws hurricane parties every time there's a hurricane incoming

His absolute favorite kind of movie is literally anything with pirates in it. He just really loves pirates

His main hobbies are fishing, swimming, going to the beach, being outdoors and going to theme parks

He does have a micronation- The Conch Republic. He's currently raising her as his daughter

He's not a great driver, but he's not an awful one either. He's truly in the middle

He's actually quite hard to make truly upset or angry. However, when you do truly upset him, you better run for it.

He loves being outdoors and around people. He's actually rarely indoors, preferring to always find something to do.

He fucking hates DeSantis

His likes include: Pirates, theme parks, rollercoasters, oranges, grapefruits, key lime pie, the beach, swimming, hot weather, kayaking, canoeing, floating down rivers in an inner tube, springs, NASA, Publix, Winn Dixie, boating, fishing, sports, hurricane parties, animals, alligators, latino music, dance music, rain storms, parades, Gasparilla.

His dislikes include: The cold, love bugs, roaches, humidity, driving, traffic, most tourists, Spring Break

I will be including/posting more about him later on, but this is all that I have so far ! I love him so fuckin much so expect more of him :))

#my art #spider's statetalia #statetalia #hetalia #hetalia art #hetalia state ocs #aph florida #hws florida #statetalia florida #félix avilés

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biographydivider · 2 years

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Well I had to write an El Ratoncito Pérez story, didn’t I?

Thanks to @usedtobeguest123 for the prompt! Also I found this version of the original story and used it as reference, if anyone needs it. It’s super cute! Bruno finds out that his youngest sobrina missed out on a beloved tradition, and decides to fix it.

“No, that is not how it happened!” Pepa leaned forward in her chair, thumping her fist on the breakfast table. “I’m telling you, Bruno; Agustín didn’t break his leg on purpose. He’s clumsy, not stupid.” “He totally did. I remember him telling me he did.” Bruno leant back in his chair, inhaling the smell of rich, dark coffee. How he loved coffee. “He was all like, ‘Nah, I don’t need a soft landing, Bruno. I-it’s all in the pursuit of love, of sweet Juileta…’” “He did not say that.” “Mmyeh, makes a better story than ‘ Agustín met the love of his life because he fell out of a tree onto her brother.’”

“Mamá! Mamá, Mamá look!” Antonio ran up to the table where his Mamá and tio were sitting, opened his mouth wide, and wobbled his front canine with his tongue. “Ah gah ah loof toof!” Mirabel brought up the rear, squeezing her primo’s shoulder before sitting next to her tio. “We just realised it was wobbly and had to come tell you,” she said. “Any coffee left, Bruno?” “Nope. Shoulda got here earlier, kid.” “Tch, so selfish.” Pepa sank to the floor, wrapping Antonio up in a huge hug and peppering his face with kisses, the tears welling up in her eyes before her knees hit the floor. “Ay, my baby! You’re all grown up! My hombrecito, my little buñuelo…” “It feels really weird.” “Stop moving it with your tongue, mi vida.” “Ah, well,” Bruno said, sipping on the last of his coffee, “You’ll be getting a visit from El Ratoncito Pérez soon enough, I guess…” Antonio and Mirabel looked at their tio; heads cocked, identical expressions on their faces. Mirabel inched forward in her chair. “El Raton…’” “Who’s that, Mamá?” Antonio asked, looking up into Pepa’s face. “Do they live in town?” Pepa winced. “You know,” Bruno continued, leaning back in his chair with a nostalgic grin, “Ratoncito Pérez? Th-the little rat? I used to tell the kids about him every time they lost a tooth – I can’t believe you forgot, they loved that story! They were always so excited to see what he drew for them…” “Bruno…” “’coz, y’know, he leaves you a present in exchange for your baby teeth? Lives in a cookie box, with the little red satchel and the…wh-why are you looking at me like that, Pep?” A tiny, grey cloud had appeared over Pepa’s head as she looked down at the floor, hands knotted in her dress. “Um, Bruno…we didn’t…I mean…” She darted a look at her son, and covered his ears with her hands. “You were always the one who did El Ratoncito Pérez when the children were small,” she whispered. “After you…after you left, we, um…” “I just gave my baby teeth to my Mamá,” came a small voice at Bruno’s shoulder. Bruno turned, heart sinking, to see Mirabel gazing into the middle distance, her expression blank. “She kept them in an old box of spices in her room. We painted it together.” She shook her head – just a tiny movement, almost more of a shiver. “So, everyone else got…they got presents, and a story, and I didn’t?” “Oh. Oh, kiddo…” At the sound of his voice, Mirabel looked at Bruno, a memory dawning in her eyes. “Camilo,” she began, and her voice cracked. “Um. He lost his first tooth just before I didn’t get my…um, like, the week before my gift ceremony. And he was so excited, I remember now…” Bruno remembered that day. Camilo finding the little envelope under his pillow, showing everyone the little drawing inside that Bruno had done the night before, sticking it to the wall just above his bed. He’d drawn a tiny mouse-Camilo holding hands with El Ratoncito Pérez. His tiny curls and a big, wide smile with a gap in it. It was the last time he played that game with the kids before he went into the walls. He wondered what had happened to that picture. The cloud burst, slowly tinkling raindrops onto Pepa’s hair. “Mirabel…we didn’t –” “No, Tia Pepa. It’s okay. It’s just another piece of magic that everyone else had. And I didn’t.” Mirabel blinked hard, then stood up. “I’m gonna…I said I’d walk with Abuela into town today. I better go get ready.” She pushed her chair out from the table, making an awful screech against the cobblestones, and walked away without looking back. Bruno watched her go, Antonio breaking free of his mother to run after her. Guilt lay heavy across Bruno’s chest; followed, quickly, by anger. “Seriously, Pep?” he said, jerking his head to glare down at his sister. “You guys couldn’t even do that for her?” She couldn’t look at him. “Bruno…it…it was your thing. We could never do it like you did. Your little drawings, the notes –” “Then just put a coin under her pillow like everyone else in town does, jeez! She was a kid, Pepa, you guys didn’t think she deserved even that tiny bit of –” “We didn’t want to replace you!” “So that means Mirabel gets to suffer? Oh, wait; of course it did.” Bruno stood up from the table. “Sorry, Pepa; I-I’m pretty mad at you and I don’t wanna shout. So, so I’m just gonna go.” “Bruno –!” “See you at dinner.” …

She knew it didn’t matter. The family had been through so much together; grown so much together. So much had been forgiven, and talked over, and rationalised and analysed and swept under the rug. But still. It hurt. Could you miss something you never even had? She’d barely known her Tio Bruno when she was small. And yeah, they were close now. He was – and she’d never say this out loud because it was kinda pathetic – probably her best friend. But she didn’t get to have his bedtime stories, or his hugs when she’d skinned her knee, or ticklefights or rides on his back. Everyone else had these touchstones of memory with him from their childhoods. She didn’t. It seemed there were a lot of things she didn’t get to have. Mirabel had excused herself after dinner and spent the rest of the night reading the Family Book Club book up in her room until it was late enough that she could curl under the covers and close her eyes. For a long while, her brain was just a swirling mess of self-pity and sadness. Then, finally, she tipped over into the blank relief of sleep. When she next opened her eyes, it was the middle of the night. The moon was full, and shining against her curtains, but everything else was thrown into shadow. She could hear her father snoring a few rooms down, the creak and shift of the house settling into itself. And something new. Scrabble-scrabble. Scrabble-scrabble. Scrabble. Mirabel sat up, fumbling for her glasses. Her eyesight was, somehow, even worse than her Papi’s; everything was a mess of smudges without them. In the middle of the floor was a shape. One of Antonio’s toys? How had that ended up in – As she pushed her glasses into place, Mirabel realised it wasn’t a toy. It was a rat. A small, soft, mist-grey rat, with a miniature straw hat and – Mirabel’s chest tightened – a tiny red satchel, the strops looped over its front paws, stuffed with rolls of paper. The rat spotted her and turned its tiny head. Mirabel froze. The rat scurried up the bedpost at the far left of her bed, making its way over the hills and valleys of her sheets until it was sitting on her knee. It sat up on its hind legs and looked at her, cocking its head this way and that, the moonlight caught in its beady, black eyes. Mirabel reached out one hand, and it snuffled at her fingers. It tickled, but Mirabel didn’t laugh. She barely wanted to breathe. This seemed like something from a dream, and if she made too loud a noise, she’d wake up. The rat turned away from her, showing her the contents of its satchel. It squeaked, once, in an instructional kind of way. With shaking fingers, Mirabel took the scrolls of paper from the satchel, and laid them in her lap. With that, the rat gave her one last look, and was gone; down the bedpost, onto the floor, and lost in the shadows of her room. After a long, long moment, when her room fell quiet again, Mirabel leaned over and tugged the curtains open; just enough so she could read by the light of the moon. The first scroll, when she unfurled it, was no bigger than the palm of her hand. ‘Dearest Mirabel,’ it read, ‘I must first apologise for the lateness of these missives. You see, I have been on a long and perilous adventure with my best friend, King Bubi (I shall tell you all about him in Letter #2). The terribly wicked cat, Don Pedro, dogged our steps at every turn (which was quite impolite of him, being a cat), and so I am only just now writing to you...’ There were so many letters. Each one had a new story, or a little drawing (her favourite one was of a Ratty Tio Bruno running away from a housecat who bore more than a passing similarity to Parce, Antonio’s jaguar friend), coloured in with coffee grinds and shaded with pencil. Mirabel spent the rest of the night hugging her knees, squinting as she read each story in turn, running her fingers over the small, untidy, familiar writing. She smiled a lot – pressing her hand to her mouth to stop the giggles – and often had to pause to wipe away a tear before it smudged anything she hadn’t read yet. Just before sunrise, as her eyes were beginning to ache, she tucked the letters into her bedside drawer and snuggled down onto her pillow. “Thank you, Ratoncito Pérez,” she whispered, closing her eyes again.

…

Bruno woke up to a small, twitching nose pressing into his palm. “Wha…” he muttered blearily, before sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Rosa sat on the edge of his mattress, her satchel wonky on her back, hat hanging off one ear. Bruno had been so pleased to find the old costumes tucked away with the rest of his stuff. He couldn’t remember how he’d made the hat. “Hey, mi vida,” he murmured sleepily, gently removing Rosa’s outfit. “Did you have fun in your first starring role?” Rosa was his ingenue; at only a few months old, she was just starting to learn the ropes of Bruno’s troupe of performing rats. She needed her big break. Plus, it was less likely Mirabel would recognise her. A little suspension of disbelief went a long way to make a really good story. “C’mon,” he said, lying back down and letting Rosa make a temporary nest in his hair, “we can get a little more sleep before she wakes up.” If Mirabel was anything like her sisters, Dolores and Camilo, she would burst in here in, oh, about an hour or so, to show him her gifts from Ratoncito Pérez. And, just like the old days, he’d smile and ask questions and muss her hair and wish he had a big pot of coffee because it was really, really early, kiddo, can we do this at the breakfast table? He couldn’t wait.

#el ratoncito perez #encanto #encanto fanfic #Bruno Madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pensandpizza #grumpy bruno AND good tio bruno?#sign me up

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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So how would you guys feels about a one-shot (or longer) fully covering The Catalina Incident? 👀👀

Because I may or may not have an outline

(Bruno and Isa parallels my beloved)

“But onto less serious matters….” Alma smiled at Bruno and Julieta had to admit she did a double take at the hint of mischief in her mother’s eyes.

Mischief was not a word ever associated with Alma Madrigal.

“Julieta mentioned you have plans with Catalina today, Brunito?” Alma asked.

“Hm?” Bruno swallowed his coffee, throwing their mother a bewildered glance. “Uh, yeah. We’re going to lunch with Pepa and Félix.”

Alma raised her eyebrows at Pepa. “Do you not think they need time alone, mija?” she asked pointedly and- oh. Oh, Julieta got it. Alma had noticed Catalina flirting with Bruno after all.

So had Pepa. Julieta thought it was sweet, she was excited that someone was finally looking past the awful rumours. Agustín and Félix agreed with her. But Pepa? Oh no. No, she insisted Catalina couldn’t be trusted.

“Nope,” Pepa said briskly in answer to Alma, arms folded. “It’s a group thing.”

Bruno just looked more and more lost.

Alma looked at him again, her smile surprisingly indulgent.

“Well, maybe another time.” She stood, hands clasped, looking out at the village. “She’s a very sweet girl, isn’t she, Bruno?”

“Er, yeah…” Bruno looked at Julieta, Agustín and Pepa questioningly. Julieta tried not to giggle. Surely her little brother wasn’t truly so clueless!

Agustín waggled his eyebrows. Bruno just looked more confused than ever, lowering his fork and looking at Agustín like he’d grown two heads.

Pepa scowled, stabbing at her breakfast as if it was Catalina herself.

Alma continued speaking as she straightened Bruno’s shoulders and tried to tuck his hair back from his face (failing miserably, it immediately fell back into place); “She comes from a fine family, and I hear she’s very clever. She’s certainly beautiful, no?”

Just like that, Bruno’s smile stiffened. His eyes widened and Julieta knew him well: she could see the complete and utter panic on his face even as he made a choked sound of agreement with Alma and managed a tiny stiff nod.

Wait…Had he really not realised? Julieta thought…Well, Bruno was always shy. She thought maybe he was just being shy now, not knowing what to do or say. But surely Catalina had been obvious enough? God above, surely Pepa had been obvious with her protective sister act!

“It would be so good for the Encanto,” Alma finished happily. She finally admitted defeat with Bruno’s hair, merely patting him on the head.

“Um,” Bruno said, voice shaking. “I, um…”

Julieta’s concern skyrocketed.

“Brunito?” she whispered.

“Well then, our community is counting on us!” Alma clapped her hands together. “La familia Madrigal!”

“La familia Madrigal,” Julieta, Pepa and Agustín dutifully repeated, but Bruno stared straight ahead with wide, glazed eyes. His breathing was picking up speed and, before Julieta could say anything, he fled the table.

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glitternightingale · 2 years

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❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜ With Bruno and Pepa! If you want! No pressure!!!!!!!

You can also read it here on AO3

"No offense, but you look terrible."

Pepa Madrigal had, for the first time in quite a while, an unmistakably horrendous morning. Sure, she had never been an early and motivated riser like her older sister, but she usually did her best to spread some positivity in those dreadful, gloomy hours.

However, her usual mornings did start with passionate kisses from her beloved husband Félix, who was unavailable today. He had been gone since the previous evening with Agustín to gather some firewood. They had either gotten lost or gone camping, but Pepa trusted her husband enough to return to her unharmed (she couldn’t guarantee the same unblemished state for Agustín, though).

Grumpily, Pepa opened her heavy eyes and punched the empty side of the couple’s spacious bed in an impulsive fit of rage. The pillows coughed feathers as if they took their last breaths, and then the woman hurled herself over the edge of the mattress, pouring onto the ground like the boneless pit of flesh she would use to describe her mortal body.

She groaned like a hog, her cheek squashed on the hardwood floor and her breath making it moist.

“Casita?” she asked with exhaustion, although she hadn’t done anything yet, pawing at the wardrobe in the corner, “Can you gimme my dress…?”

The living house took pity on her like it had done for almost forty years and shoved the piece of furniture toward her, opening the cabinets and hurling pieces of fabric at her. A pair of panties landed on her face, a dry reminder of what to start with.

“…Gracias, Casita,” came her muffled voice, and Pepa wiped the cloth away from her eyes.

Somehow, she managed to stand up and stagger to the entrance once she had navigated her limbs into her day clothes, opening her magical glowing door with a glower directed at all who had the unlucky experience of meeting her.

Then she barely registered a tug on her dress and looked down like a zombie, only to squint at the radiance of pearly white milk teeth of one special Isabela Madrigal.

“Camilo ate dirt again!” the young girl chirped with feigned innocence, expecting Pepa to have a stern parenting talk with her son.

Little did she know that whatever she tried, her boy would never quite grow out of that nasty habit and still eat everything in sight ten years into the future.

“Ugh-huh,” Pepa gurgled and slinked out into the hallway, the girl dressed in hard pink skipping beside her, talking her ear off.

“Did you know that Abuela’s gonna take me to the market today?” Isa asked cheekily, twirling in her flowery dress, “And Mamá’s gonna come along, so you have to watch the little kids.”

Green eyes slowly slid to the side, widening in horror and ignoring that the young girl lorded the few weeks she had on her oldest cousin. Then again, taking care of her own kids was nothing, Pepa thought, trying to calm herself, and Mirabel and Luisa were pretty easy to manage (unlike Camilo).

“Why don’t we make a sunny rainbow first, Isa?” the older woman suggested and went over to the window, pushing open the shutters.

Revealed was the sky, of course, but unfortunately not as inviting-looking as Pepa had hoped. It was gray and cloudy, and the redhead would have to do her best to swear upon the sun to make an appearance.

Pepa tried to pull herself together and tugged at her hair, pressing her lips on top of each other and concentrating on her wish to offer her family a nice, happy day. (She felt anything but spunky, although she learned to control her emotions to some degree and fool herself into being content.)

Clear skies. Clear skies. Clear skies!

Isabela was awed by the scenery, watching as the clouds constricted and her aunt moved the largest heavenly body she knew. Influencing the sun actually wasn’t part of her Gift, but Pepa would like to let the girl dream a little longer and consider her aunt cooler than she really was.

But nothing ever went according to plan, and the dark clouds suddenly exploded into pouring rain that soon turned their front yard, and the Encanto at large, into a swamp.

“That’s not a rainbow,” Isa observed expertly, raising an eyebrow that was too sharp for someone her age and too reminiscent of Julieta if Pepa was being honest.

“Let’s go get some breakfast,” the older woman offered in defeat, too tired to attempt using her magic again. If anything, it worked much better when she wasn’t trying to control it, and it felt much more natural that way, too.

As they walked to the dining room (Pepa was sure they wouldn’t eat outside in this dreadful weather) Isa was surprisingly quiet until the little girl offered her a dainty flower she had grown on the railing.

“Maybe this will make a rainbow happen, Tía Pepa!” Isa offered, and like any other aunt in her position, Pepa could feel her heart melt when she took it from her, securing the plant under her headband.

As innocent and effortless it was, Pepa felt better already.

Better, but not as perfect as she should be. She was sure there was nothing that could be done to cheer her up without Félix around. There was an emptiness and senseless frustration inside of her she just couldn't put her finger on.

The kitchen was blossoming with life when the pair got there, and Pepa could spot her sister navigating platters through the unruly sea of children running about. With a quick snatch, the redhead grabbed her son by the scruff of his neck and told him once more that eating dirt could make him sick.

With a broad and far too cheeky grin (who did he get that from?), the young boy half the size of a pint educated her that Tía Julieta could always fix him, and Pepa let him go after that valid argument, not up to the task of dissecting his logic any further.

Pepa greeted the other kids (really, who cared that they weren’t all hers?) and promised them a rainbow for tomorrow. Then, exemplary as she was, she set the table, and even Casita was in a better, more helpful mood as it slid back the chairs when the family sat down around it.

Alma took her seat at the head of the table and animatedly advised Isabela on the optimal shopping route through town, while Julieta passed out heavily filled plates and Pepa tried to tie some napkins around the openings of Camilo and Mirabel’s shirts. One was much easier to manage than the other, the woman noticed once again and sighed.

Breakfast resumed, and Pepa finally got her coffee fix, leaning back when caffeine replaced her blood cells, and she finally felt alive and impulsive again. She droned out the childish chatter around her and closed her eyes. A power nap was in order, or just a moment when she could let her mind wander.

“S-sorry for being late,” a cutting but quiet voice muttered, and embarrassingly, Pepa needed a second to connect it to her brother. A brother she, or even most of the family, had lately forgotten even existed with how much he isolated himself up in his imposing tower.

But different from her, he always woke up alone. Day after day, night after sleepless night.

Perhaps, the hot coffee and energy boost had burned her tongue into a fork because Pepa couldn’t help but comment on her brother’s dreadful state when he scrambled on top of his chair.

“I’d say you’re on time for once, considering you usually don’t even show up,” she said hotly, setting her cup back on the placemat.

Julieta huffed at her when she handed Bruno a plate of his own and was still glaring at her when she sat back down. Pepa held her gaze evenly, not backing away.

“Err… yes,” her little brother mumbled and mechanically rubbed the heavy purple bag beneath his eye, looking glossily at his cutlery as if he had forgotten how to use it.

Blood shot into Pepa’s head, offended that Bruno hadn’t even listened to her, always ignoring her when she talked to him. But deep down she knew why he acted like this. She knew that nightmares and guilt plagued him every hour of his life, but that was the fuel, wasn’t it? It was entirely his fault that he didn’t confide his fears in anyone, not even in his older sisters, worst of all.

It infuriated Pepa to no end that he kept to himself and seemed so passive, so unaffected, about slipping away from the people who loved him so dearly.

It felt like they didn't even matter to him.

“No offense, but you look terrible,” Pepa continued recklessly, trying to get a rise out of her brother. Any reaction at all that wasn’t plain, numb acceptance would satisfy her. She wasn’t greedy, she was only desperate.

If he could only give her the bare minimum...

“Always deflecting from yourself, hm? Even though you're copying my wonderful eyebags,” Bruno grunted, finally looking at her face when he picked up his knife, and Pepa’s heart fluttered when his biting sarcasm rose to the surface.

“Children, please,” their mother chastised, folding her napkin and wondering if her triplets would ever grow out of their adolescent hair-pulling habits.

Pepa grinned like the cat that got the cream (because she had!) and rounded the table with a long step, cupping her brother’s cheeks in her palms before he could flinch away. And holding him like that, seeing him again, made her weak in a completely different way.

“Good morning, hermanito!” she laughed and put Isa’s flower into his hair, making him look just as radiant as the sparkling rainbow outside.

#my writing #my fics #asks #requests #encanto #encanto fanfic #writing prompts #madrigal family #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #drabble #my art

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