#bruno's real gift is acting

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

While we all love Bruno Madrigal's Protection Squad, we also agree that Bruno is part of the Protection Squad of the rest of the Madrigals. Bruno unexpectedly, though not surprisingly, stands up for someone in his family whenever someone other than himself is bullied.

Let's just say Bruno's real Gift is acting 😏

Alma wasn't the only one who disapproved of awkward, clumsy Agustín dating Señorita Perfecta Julieta. There were plenty of young men their age who felt she needed someone more "stable." Someone better than a tailor's apprentice. Someone with more social standing, someone more handsome, someone who's family had been in Encanto from the start...

Their words, not Bruno's. And it sure made his blood boil. As if his big sister was some sort of trophy! Their attitudes just showed why Julieta hadn't chosen the so-called "superior" suitors in the first place.

Smart girl, that Julieta.

Agustín dating her garnered enough disapproval from the men their age, not to mention a fair few elders, and even some of the other women. But the announcement of their engagement made it worse.

Some people looked at romance like a game. And some people were sore losers.

Take Carlos for example. He was a Grade-A jerk.

Bruno rounded the corner to find that Carlos and two of his lackies had cornered Agustín near the tailor's shop. Although a few passersby gave them nervous glances, no one seemed eager to step in.

"Julieta Madrigal can do better than the likes of you!" Carlos spat. "Filthy outsider! What can you give her?"

That, Bruno decided, was not about to fly.

One: Agustín was a good man who plainly adored Julieta.

Two: he made Julieta happy.

Three: he'd lived in Encanto since he was a small child, he was hardly an outsider.

Four: he was Bruno's friend.

Alright then, Bruno decided, eyes narrowing. It's on. He pulled his hood up, stood as tall as he could and marched over there.

"Hey!" he snapped. "What're you doing, huh?"

"It's el brujo," one of Carlos's friends whispered, turning pale. Carlos and his other friend though, didn't seem effected.

"This doesn't concern you, Bruno," Carlos said with forced patience.

"You're harassing my brother-in-law," Bruno said coldly. "I'd say it concerns me."

"He's not yet," Carlos said, shooting Agustín a glare. Agustín, pressed against the wall, just looked increasingly anxious.

"Like I said," Agustín said, holding his hands up. "I don't want any trouble."

Carlos gave Bruno a painfully fake smile. "There's no trouble, see? You should go. I'd hate to hurt Julieta's brother."

Slowly, Bruno nodded. Carlos looked satisfied. Agustín looked stricken.

And then Bruno doubled over, clutching his head with a pained hiss.

"Bruno!" Agustín pushed past Carlos. The two lackies jumped back and Bruno was willing to bet they were frightened now. "Bruno, are you okay?"

"It's a vision!" one of Carlos's friends yelped. "He's cursing someone!"

"Don't be stupid," Carlos said, though he didn't sound so cocky now. He grabbed Bruno by the shoulder, forcing him upright. "C'mon, you're fine!"

Slowly, Bruno opened his eyes. He looked at Carlos and gave him the most pitiful stare he could muster. He crossed himself and tried not to smirk at the horrified gasps around them.

Oh yes, there it was: Carlos flinched.

"Ay, Dios mio," Bruno breathed, hands held to his heart. "May Our Lady watch over you, Señor."

"W-what!?" Carlos was white as a ghost. Agustín's grip on Bruno tightened painfully. "What did you see!?"

Bruno bit his lip, looking down. "It's best not to say," he whispered. "But, um...It's not the most...dignified."

"God, Carlos, what did you do?" a stall holder called out.

"Bet he's gonna get caught with Valentina again!" a woman said. "Her padré's gonna kill him!"

Carlos gave Bruno a panicked look. "I-is that it? What's gonna happen? Am I going to die? You have to tell me!"

"Don't answer that!" one of Carlos's friends said. He had a very bushy moustache. "Carlos, you don't want him to answer that, it'll come true if he does!"

"Hm..." Bruno stepped back, clutching his arm. "As I said, it's best to not say."

"But-" Carlos sputtered indignantly, eyes wide and about three shades too pale. Gently, his friends began to pull him away.

"Thank you for your mercy," the other man babbled, the one who'd been afraid when Bruno first appeared. "Thank you for not sealing his fate."

Bruno didn't dignify that with a response.

The three men fled. Around them, the villagers began to wonder what horrible, undignified thing Carlos was going to do. Or would he still do it? Perhaps it was about Valentina's padré after all!

Agustín looked at Bruno from the corner of his eye, his arm still around Bruno's shoulders. "You, uh...You didn't have a vision, did you?" he asked, lips twitching.

Grinning, Bruno pushed his hood down, his curls sticking out at wild angles. "Of course not!" he laughed. "But if anything's going to make jerks like that mind their business, it's the spooky brujo, no?"

"You didn't have to do that," Agustín said gently. He turned around, leading the way to Casita. "I know you hate how people treat you- and it's not right. They shouldn't think like that."

"Sure I did," Bruno said with a shrug. "You're family."

Agustín's beaming grin was completely worth it.

So was the extra slice of torta negra that Julieta gave him that evening.

#answers #asks #prompts #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto villagers #encanto #encanto prompts #encanto fanfic #madrigal family shenanigans #my writing #julieta/agustin #the madrigal triplets #madrigal triplets #pb&j encanto #pb&j triplets #bruno's real gift is acting

[thescarleteagle]

As funny as this line is, it’s also very sad. All the times he’s had to act like he didn’t see a troubling vision. All the times he’s had to act like a strong member of the family Madrigal. All the times someone asked him for a vision and he told them the truth and they got mad at him. All the times Abuela got angry at him for not being perfect. Bruno has had to act for his entire life.

#Bruno #encanto #we don’t talk about bruno #my real gift is acting #family madrigal #Disney

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

KINKTOBER

Day 3: Roleplay + Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fingering, PIV sex, consensual dubcon (is that what you call it??), this is cringe I’m so sorry

A/N: Honestly just expect every fic to be rushed asf and/or slightly late because I have ten million things to do every day 😭😭 literally proofread this at 3:00 am

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You loved the Madrigals, you really did. Hell, you were married to one of them. But they could be a bit… overwhelming.

You and Bruno couldn’t even get a moment alone on your anniversary of all days, despite how much you tried. And oh, you tried, but you were constantly interrupted by people wanting to congratulate the two of you, wishing you happiness in your marriage and even giving you gifts. And when they threw a party for the two of you near the end of the day, you knew it would be late at night by the time you would get time alone. You appreciated it, of course, but all you really wanted to do was get in bed with your husband.

It was near midnight before you finally got to escape to your bedroom. After wishing everyone a good night and thanking them for everything, the two of you rushed to your room before anyone could interrupt again.

As soon as the door was locked he pulled you to him and kissed you. “Mierda, I thought we’d never get away,” he chuckled between kisses. “‘M sorry, mi vida. They mean well, it’s just…”

“Mm, I know. It’s sweet of them to do all of this for us,” you assured him, taking his hand and dragging him to the bed.

Bruno grinned as you pulled him onto the mattress with you, threading his fingers with yours as he laid next to you. “Yeah… I mean, it’s nice, but I’ve been dying to get alone all day,” he sighed, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You cupped his cheek in your hand. “Well we have now, don’t we?”

He nodded, climbing over you. “Yeah… gonna make up for all the time we lost today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your neck.

“Y’know, I was thinking… maybe we could do something different tonight..?” you whispered back, slightly nervous about his reaction to what you’re about to suggest.

He leaned away to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What is it?”

“Um… well…” you took a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. “Have you ever heard of, uh… roleplay?”

He gave you a knowing smirk, leaning closer. “Yeah..?”

“Um. Well, I was thinking, maybe we could try it?”

He kissed you again, sweet and gentle. “Sounds fun. What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could play a thief breaking into my home or something..?” you suggested, still shy.

He nodded, fully paying attention, and you had no idea how he wasn’t laughing at you. You felt ridiculous for even mentioning it. “Okay,” he said. Simple, no judgement or amusement in his voice. You would even go so far as to say he sounded excited. “You sure you wanna do this?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Alright then, let’s do it,” he agreed with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“You better have been telling the truth when you said your real gift is acting.”

You awoke to a thud from somewhere in your house. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Wha..?” you groaned to yourself, getting up to search for the source of the noise. You didn’t even get to the door before you found your answer.

You screamed when the man appeared in your doorway, and he quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Shut. Up.” he seethed, grabbing you hard and pushing you back onto your bed. “You're gonna let me have my way, got it?”

You nodded wordlessly, too afraid to speak.

He nodded in return. “Good.”

You watched in terror as he went through your room, knocking things to the ground and searching your drawers.

“This real gold?” he asked, holding up a necklace he found on your dresser.

“Yes,” you said quietly, terrified of what he might do to you if you lied.

He hummed and pocketed the piece of jewelry, then turned to you, eyeing you up and down. "Mierda, you're pretty. I couldn't see you well before, but now that I've got a better view, I think I might take you too."

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. Take you..? You weren't sure what he meant, and you didn't think you wanted to. He started walking towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to do. What you didn't expect was for his hands to grip your wrists, pushing you back onto the mattress as he climbed over you. Your eyes flew open. "Sir..."

He grinned as you whimpered under him. "I'm gonna make a deal with you. You let me fuck you, I'll leave."

Your eyes widened at his proposal, a mix of fear and arousal swirling in your gut. "And if I don't?"

The man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "I'll make sure there isn't a single valuable item left in this entire house. Your choice, cariña."

You gaze up at his eyes, now darkened with lust, weighing your options. Surely it would be easier to just let him do this... and you certainly couldn't afford to lose all of your possessions. "You can fuck me," you answered meekly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he growled, letting go of one wrist so he could unbutton his pants.

You whimpered involuntarily when his other hand left your wrist to slide up your shirt, running along the skin, "Dios, you're soft..."

"Please don't hurt me..." you whispered shakily as he moved his hands to the hem of your skirt.

"I won't," he assured you, sliding down your skirt and panties, surprisingly gentle. "All you gotta do is lay there and keep looking pretty."

You nodded, eyes wide as his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. His fingers gently prodded at your entrance, and you hissed at the feeling of his cold fingers on your heat.

His eyes never left yours as two of his long, thick fingers slid into you, watching you writhe and gasp beneath him. "That's it, hermosa..."

The nickname only made you more aroused, gasping and panting as he crooked his fingers inside you. You couldn't believe you were aroused at all. He was stealing from you a moment ago, for God's sake. But you couldn't help it. He was handsome and so gentle with you, the opposite of what you had thought he would be. "Please, sir..." you moaned softly as that oh-so familiar pressure built up inside you.

"Mierda, you're easy, aren't you? I've barely even touched you," he admonished you, pumping his fingers faster.

He had you coming on him fingers in seconds, moaning loudly into the quiet of your room. "There you go, cariña..."

"Sir," you whined after you came down from your high. "Fuck me."

"Needy," he chuckled. "Thought you were afraid of me?" he asked as he slid down his pants, revealing everything the cloth was hiding, and wow, it was hiding a lot. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about his dick, but it looked incredible, hard and leaking precum.

"I am." You really were. You just also happened to be incredibly turned on, and his cock standing at attention in front of you wasn't helping.

He hummed and notched his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. "But you like it." He said it like it was a fact. And it was. You did like it.

You gasped at the intrusion, grasping at his shoulders as he slid into you. "Ohhh, fuck-" you moaned.

The man hissed above you, fisting his hands into the sheets. "Oh, mierda, that's good." He began thrusting into you, setting a slow pace that quickly gained speed as you got acquainted with the feeling of him inside of you.

"More," you whined, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper. "More, sir, please..."

He snaked one hand between your bodies, reaching to play with your clit. His fingers rubbing circles into the sensitive bud had you reeling, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure rapidly building in you.

"You close?" he rasped, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts grew erratic. "Want you to come with me, can ya do that, hermosa?"

You nodded, gasping as he speared you on his dick over and over again. "Mhmm."

A moment later he was spilling inside of you with a loud groan, and the feeling of him filling you up was what pushed you over the edge. You came hard, searing waves of pleasure running through your trembling body.

"Bruno..." you sighed as he collapsed on top of you. "Holy fuck."

"I know," he laughed breathlessly, pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

You turned to him, resting an arm across his stomach. "Happy anniversary, Bruno."

"Happy anniversary, cariña."

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto #bruno madrigal smut #encanto fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut fanfiction #encanto smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[meepxii]

The Madrigal-Fontana family

Mateo Vicente Madrigal Fontana

He is a twin, and the oldest child of his family. His gift is to make astral trips to any part of the world by meditation. When he's using his gift, a third eye glows pink on his forehead and he can also levitate. He's the edgy cousin of the family.

Fun facts about him:

Mateo doesn't like his middle name (Vicente). The only one who can call him that is his mother.

He's a calm boy, but gets into trouble very often 'cause he has no filter and can sound "rude."

He's Itzel's favorite child, and they're very close.

He and his twin sister are the closest, and do many things together, and although sometimes he can't stand her and treats her rudely, he's always behind his sister, protecting her.

He likes poetry and is a hopeless romantic.

His favorite place is the beach, and he goes there whenever he needs peace.

When he uses his gift, the pink third eye that appears on his forehead is real and functional. His sister sometimes pokes it to annoy him.

He likes to meditate in Dolores' room.

He's the only one of the Madrigal-Fontana children who got Bruno's wavy hair.

Dalia Elizabeth Madrigal Fontana

She's Dalia, Mateo's twin sister. Dalia has the gift of making clones of herself and other people. She can make up to five clones, and they function as a hive mind if she wants. She can also let them act on autopilot. She's daddy's little princess, and the spoiled brat of her family.

Fun facts about her:

Dalia is Bruno's favorite child. The two of them formed a very strong bond since she was a baby, and Bruno fulfills many of her whims. For the same reason, she grew up accustomed to getting what she wants, and if she doesn't get it, she gets frustrated and cries. She knows that's not okay, and it's something she's still working on.

Since she was a child she's very involved in the theater that her father founded and he relates a lot with her cousin Camilo, so she loves to act, and her biggest influences are the two of them. For that reason she got a gift similar to Camilo's.

Her way of showing affection, in addition words of affirmation, are her jokes. She likes to play pranks on her close family and friends.

She shows off her family quite a bit, and she's a big fan of her parents' relationship.

She gets into trouble easily because she is very talkative, mischievous and witty.

She has a strong sense of loyalty toward her loved ones, so she's the first to defend them when they are getting attacked. More specifically, Bruno and Esmeralda.

Her best friend is her twin brother, and they both watch each other's backs.

She is a good girl, but it's better to have her as a friend than an enemy, because she brings out the worst side of her.

Perla Esmeralda Madrigal Fontana

And this is Esme, the youngest of the Madrigal grandchildren. Her gift is earthbending. She's a sweet and naive girl, and since her power is directly related to her emotional strength, she's unable to get out of control. She has had problems in the town due to the limited scope of her power, and they often compare her negatively with her father.

Fun facts about her:

Esmeralda is considered the baby of the family, and her parents and siblings treat her as such.

She is abuela's favorite granddaughter because of her resemblance to Bruno, and since Esme was a child, she's been overprotective of her.

She's also very close to Julieta's daughters, especially Isabela. As a child she took her gardening together, which influenced her gift of earthbending.

Despite being introverted, she has always been a very sociable and kind girl, although a little naive.

She is such a crybaby.

She takes guitar lessons with her dad and Mirabel.

She also likes to do crafts with her mom. The two of them are in charge of making the scenery for Bruno's plays.

She is the most attached to Bruno's rats of the Madrigal-Fontana children, and there isn't a day when she doesn't have a rat on top of her.

Of her siblings, she's the most similar to the Madrigal family, and she inherited many of her abuelo Pedro's traits.

She doesn't get along well with her maternal grandmother, who has always preferred her sister Dalia for being more like the Fontanas.

I don't think I've ever published anything of my fankids here, sooo... here they are! I tried to use a color palette consistent with the Madrigal family, without filling it completely with green. It was also very fun to make the patterns representative of their gifts.

#I still don't know how to use tumblr #Madrigal-Fontana family #encanto #fanchild #encanto fanart #madrigal encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto oc appreciation #fankid #encanto oc #alternate universe #encantosona #fanchildren

[miracles-and-butterflies]

mirabel headcanons?

Absolutely! Here’s Mirabel headcanons:

Mirabel’s full name is Mirabel Teresa Rojas Madrigal

She is named after Saint Teresa of Ávila

Her birth was a disappointment as everyone had been expecting a boy

As a baby, Mirabel was very easy to please/soothe and didn’t enjoy being fussed over

Her first eleven words were all colours, starting with “purple” for Luisa

She had no interest in walking or crawling, until Agustín accidentally knocked a book off a shelf and she had to move to put it back. This started a long game of Agustín (and later Pepa) throwing books and Mirabel stopping what she was doing to walk over and put them back

Young Mirabel use to cry at mess

Subsequently, she had to eat separately from Camilo

Mirabel had her first eye test after Camilo’s ceremony, as she had been unable to see it

She has myopia in both eyes

The green frames are not for Bruno (who had no relationship with her), they are for Pepa because young Mirabel wanted to have green eyes like her Tía

Agustín taught her to play the piano very early on

Julieta taught her to sew

When stressed, she over cleans - a habit she picked up from her mother

The most popular theory of what her gift would be was sight, ironically. The family figured she was very observant and similar to Dolores, hence similar gifts

As she gets older, she gets mistaken for Julieta more frequently

Like her mother, she’s never had any desire to leave Encanto

Like her father, she burns very easily in the heat and therefore tends to carry around an embroidered parasol (that matches her skirt) during particularly hot days

She is known to be the most intelligent among the Madrigals

The biggest history nerd

Will find a way to make anything into a history lesson. Seriously ANYTHING. Definitely associates particular historical figures with her family members

Mirabel is the biggest bookworm in Encanto

She also has a fondness for philosophy

Her philosophy knowledge can be a bad mix with her overthinking, anxious mind. When she’s anxious or paranoid, her philosophy books are placed on the highest shelves in Casita

She is closest to Luisa

She didn’t start helping with Antonio until he reached the toddler stage/moved into the nursery with her, as she is uncomfortable around babies

She use to read to Antonio when they shared a room, so much that she unintentionally memorised the stories. She use to be able to recount them word for word while they were out and about town to calm him down

She can play the piano and accordion

She loves knitting. Never leaves home without some knitting needles and wool, just in case

She has no interest or skill in making clothes. She just likes the more decorative elements (embellishing), such as embroidery and beading

Probably gets a job as an embellisher in the future

She learnt French for the sole purpose of reading originally French books. She is fluent, as far as reading and writing goes. She is pretty terrible at speaking

She has very bad stage fright and hates public speaking. She also can’t act, like at all. If Tío Bruno or Camilo want her help with a show, she’ll only accept a backstage role

She is the shortest Madrigal and always will be. She uses it as a bragging right, as oppose to a weakness

She is aromantic asexual

She doesn’t want children. Maybe just a cat. Or three…. Or twenty.

Is a real old lady at heart

She has PTSD - that’s pretty self-explanatory

Is a bit of a workaholic, and therefore can be hypocritical to Luisa

Don’t argue with her. She will write an entire six page essay to prove you wrong with full evidence

Does have a habit of needing to be right, she gets it from Dolores

Mirabel does not want to be Alma’s successor

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto headcanons #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal

[creat0r-cat]

Iplier Egos Head Cannon - What Song in "Encanto" Did They Get Emotional During?

Darkiplier

Surface Pressure

Deep down he really does care about his “brothers”

He thinks he needs to keep up the tough guy act to make them think he isn’t afraid

He is

He REALLY is

He’s worried about the space/time continuum, keeping order, and making sure the ipliers’ existence stays a secret

He tries not to let the others see the tears that involuntarily start to fall as Louisa sings about her struggles as the strongest sister

Wilford

He probably heard all of the songs before watching the movie

He wouldn’t really cry for any of them in particular (feeling that he doesn’t necessarily relate to any of them)

However

He would look at certain egos to watch their reactions during different songs

He would notice the small things that happen and slowly learn more about his “brothers” based on the musical numbers and their lyrics

After the movie, he’d probably go and visit the egos that had the worst reactions (who got the most emotional or those who would straight up leave the room)

He did get a little bothered listening to “Dos Oruguitas” though

He didn’t get emotional per say

But watching Pedro die with the love song in the background kinda reminded him of when he lost Celine

Fortunately, he opted not to dwell on it too much

Actor

Waiting On A Miracle

This boy is INSECURE because of his breakup with Celine

Is he good enough?

Has he done enough?

Is he really worthy of anything?

He wants to be better

He wants his life to be better

But everything seems to slip through his fingers, coming back to resent him later on

He just wants someone to open their eyes and see that he’s worth their time, even if that person is Dark

Mirabel dancing on screen, singing about how she wished to be noticed as part of the family, made Actor tear up, wiping them away before someone could see them

Eventually, it got to be too much (especially seeing how Mirabel was pushed away by her family after trying to help them) and he left the room, using the excuse of getting more snacks

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he had a silent breakdown

Googleplier

Surface Pressure

I can’t really hear Louisa sing “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service” without thinking about Google and his first objective

Yes, his secondary objective is relatively important, but the first one is.. Well it’s his PRIMARY objective

If he can’t do anything other than hurt people, then what is the point of him being there?

His optics widen and his mechanical heart speeds up

“How do you feel?” survey pops up and he clicks on one

“I’m in this picture and I don’t like it”

Bingiplier

What Else Can I Do?

He’s imperfect

That’s all I really need to say, but I’ll continue

He’s always compared to Google and he knows deep down that he’s worth more than his search bar abilities

He doesn’t want to be perfect like Google

He just wants to be himself, which is hard when everyone is always doting on him for every mistake he makes

Isabella creating spiky plants and beautiful flowers in front of him makes his optics widen and he slowly smiles, feeling an odd mixture of happiness and sadness as he watches her accept her imperfections in spite of her family’s expectations

Dr. Iplier

He doesn’t really get emotional during the songs

However

When it’s revealed that Bruno has been shunned by his family because of his gift, he smiled sadly

“How unfortunate,” he thought, “for someone to be abandoned because of something uncontrollable and never be spoken of again for fear of taboo”

He’s seen patients in the hospital who never have anyone visit them

He always feels sad when he finds out that someone has been abandoned

He secretly makes trips to animal shelters for that reason, to visit the abandoned animals and give them some love

He gets happy again when Bruno is reunited with his loved ones who welcome him back with open arms

Yandereplier 

Dos Oruguitas

He wouldn’t relate to any of the English songs enough to have a real reaction

He gets emotional during certain parts of the movie because he recognizes a lot of what’s going on in the Madrigal family (Toxic family roles and stuff like that)

He feels bad for the characters (especially Mirabel and Bruno)

But when “Dos Oruguitas” starts playing and we find out the heartbreaking truth behind Abuelo Pedro’s death

WHOOOO BOY the tears start FLOWING

He hates to imagine the pain Abuela went through, losing the love of her life

Yandere, being a very romantic man, can’t stand the thought of his own senpai leaving him

Like, she’s everything to him!

He’d become very protective of her after watching this movie, afraid of anyone taking her away from him

He’s fine with the movie though, loves the music for the most part

Yancy

Friggin ALL OF THE SONGS

He loves music and finds each of them so amazing

He also kinda relates to each of the English sung songs in their own way (except “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”)

WOAM: The want to be extraordinary and help others

SP: The need to be the tough one and look out for his fellow prisoners and weaker “brothers”

WECAD: The want to live life how he wants without being the picture perfect civilian that the world wants him to be

He thinks very highly of this movie and loves it to bits

He does eventually become frustrated with how often “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” gets sung by people both online and in real life

Like, he gets that it’s a catchy song, but still, give it a break

Illinois

Waiting On A Miracle

Yes, Illinois is a special adventurous and flirtatious boy 

But not everything is really as it seems with him

His whole “Everyone falls in love with me” act is a facade

He’s trying to convince himself that he’s loved / cared about by someone

He took up adventuring to be different

To be a conversation starter

To be interesting so that somebody

ANYBODY

Would look his way and want to be around him 

After all..

He wasn’t special or cool enough growing up to have many / any friends

He sees way too much of himself in Mirabel and ends up leaving the group for a few minutes to cry in the bathroom

Engineer Mark

Waiting On A Miracle

What else needs to be said?

If given pictures of Engineer and Mirabel everyone would say they were the same image

Insecure

Feels unwanted

Wants to be impressive and help those around him with his talents and ideas

Hides behind a false persona of happiness

THEY

ARE

THE

SAME

PERSON

He’s close to leaving the room but stays put, activating his space helmet which is also soundproof so no one can see / hear him start to cry

Poor man can’t hear “Waiting On A Miracle” without having a breakdown

#iplier egos #markiplier egos #headcannons #encanto #head engineer mark x reader #googleplier #dr iplier #yanderiplier #darkiplier #wilford motherloving warfstache #markiplier wilford #illinois jones #movie night #yancy #ahwm yancy #bingiplier #Actor Mark #encanto headcanons #encanto disney

[heliphantie]

It's not symmetrical or perfect But it's beautiful, and it's mine

Some long ramblings about Isabela under 'read more':

I originally didn’t use to be interested in Isabela, brushing her aside as yet another emancipated princess character, but with time, I figured she’s more dimensional and distinctive character of her kind, and possibly, most multifaceted one next to Bruno. More than that, the two, as opposite they look on the surface, have enough things in common for him to have more rapport with her than with Mirabel, as movie seems to suggest.

First of all, magnitude of their powers. All of original triplets have got gifts that surpass any others in the family, outright divine in nature – abilities of healing, conduct the weather and foreseeing future. While out of third generation, Isabela has got an ultimate divine power – of bringing life out of thin air, and in accordance with her emotional state no less. Thus, her powers also require thorough control, which may be another hidden reason for her always needing to keep herself straight. And it’s apparent too, bearers of greatest gifts are also under hardest pressure, with Bruno and Isabela even visually (in the sequence of “Dos Oruguitas”) indicated to be most subjected to.

Second thing is, external and internal presentation. Out of all characters, the two have the most conflict between public perception and genuine expression, and an array of different facades in case of both – from impassive and contemptuous to caring and heartful. We don’t get to see any objective view of Bruno’s behavior in the past, but from how he’s perceived in retrospect, it appears he used to give off impression of distant and uncaring to people around him, which could’ve been simply an effect of his professional duty, including acting impartial to the events he gets to witness as local oracle and avoiding personal interference with anybody’s fate (just my conclusion, anyway). Which is rather similar to Isabela’s acting around people – pleasant, but not extremely intimate, more like performer than participant, and impression of egoistic, haughty person she leaves on Mirabel. (Did encounter with and insight of real Bruno give no clue about what her sister’s situation would be? It’s not a Mirabel-bashing article, but she’s one dense protag, I must say…) In that, they’re two people in family who appear to bottle their feelings and maintain the constructed façade the most of all (“So much hides behind my smile…”). In addition, as parallel to Isabela’s built image of conventional feminine “perfection”, Bruno has his own invented persona of Hernando, which seemingly serves as “perfect”, and more stereotypically masculine version of himself. (Their natural selves are, of course, still properly feminine/masculine, just of more subtle and nuanced variety.)

And what is fundamental trait shared between two: the extreme selflessness and devotion, and sense of responsibility, being prone to self-sacrifice with long-lasting consequences and openly declaring their willingness to give it all for the family. Which also slips into coming to well-intended, but misguided, and even hurtful in perspective, decisions: no, making yourself a traitor in the eyes of your relatives, never getting rewarded for your good will, while for noble reasons, is not going to bring family together, and neither does confining yourself to lifetime of fake love relationship (and hell knows how suppressed discontent seeping through would manifest itself in the end of things… Mariano dodged a bullet, also not deserving such misery). Anyhow, willfully getting your freedom cut short for the rest of your life for the sake of wellbeing and benefit of your loved ones is tremendous sacrifice (and yet again, it’s such a short sight on Mirabel’s part to take confession of that sacrifice lightly, beside of not realizing she is a case of Isa’s predicament, what with approving a proposal behind her sister’s back). And that’s where Isa is deconstructing Disney rebellious princess archetype even before her breaking out: unlike Jasmine or Merida, she actually holds her family in priority over whatever carefree life she could lead, and makes mature move, total opposite of pampered princess Mira thinks she is. It should be said, marriage is not something exactly forced upon Isa, but rather silently accepted on the assumption she does return affection of would-be fiancé. While Isabela seemingly doesn’t have the same luxury as Jasmine to reject suitors left and right (it doesn’t seem there’s a lot of options…), nor fiancé in question is as obnoxious as any of Jasmine’s, or, say, Gaston, she definitely has enough authority around the town to deem any suitor unworthy of herself or make her own choice, so she’s not that submissive in that situation as it may look. (And nothing indicates any of older Madrigals were forced into arranged marriage, which makes me think that is not entirely in Alma’s hands to decide on whom or if her children going to marry.) It appears, based on observation of similarities between Alma and Isa being possible reason for her singling the granddaughter out as her favorite, Alma might just have been projecting her own perfect romance on the young couple, being convinced they’re destined for each other just as she and Pedro were, and have to make up for her own abruptly cut matrimonial bliss, not taking in account Isa doesn’t have to be her carbon copy. Note that, entering marriage, Isa is not simply getting what she (presumably) wants, she puts herself in a role of next (after Julieta, most likely) matriarch, a head of family, a ruler of town, accepting huge responsibility, quite an opposite of effort-free fairytale life.

Which brings me to connection between characters affirmed in the movie itself: what was exact output of Bruno’s words – either prophetic or not – for Isabela? She is the only one, whose prophecy wasn’t appearing to fulfill itself, and she doesn’t comment on it even in the moment of honesty. We never get closure on that issue, let alone any conversation between two (because poor Bruno was denied of opportunity explaining himself properly by his kind relatives…). One answer that seems to be likely correct in context of Bruno’s reputation: because his vision always undoubtedly becomes reality, promise of the dreams coming true was taken for granted, and Isa considered that, as long as she goes with the flow and doesn’t take the initiative in deciding for herself, she obtains happiness by default. So, she’s basically another princess in waiting for the miracle (hm…) until she gets to break free on her own, which is consistent with modern trend of Disney subverting and defeating their own fairytale standard.

But other possible interpretation is: what if that promise, while leading to wrongful and harmful conviction, was giving her strength to follow her path and assigned duty, vested with faith she, by doing right thing, eventually will become a master of her life and achieve fulfillment. (And probably, it makes sense for her to think Mirabel, revealed being linked with imminent destruction of miracle, somehow also leads to her miraculous destiny being dissolved with no hope left.)

Worth noting, it brings up a parallel with classic story about destiny – and also another one of Disney fairytale standard – tale of Sleeping Beauty, blessed with magical gifts and cursed with ominous future, outcome of which tale being basically the same as Encanto movie: fighting future is dangerous, some losses are inevitable, but what’s matter is what we learn and take from it to improve even more distant future. Also, there’s even visual parallel – Aurora’s two-colored in funky manner dress as result of fairy godmothers fighting over its color, and Isabela’s multicolored holi’d dress, I wonder how intentional it was.

And one another minor and not instantly obvious connection, not clearly visible in the movie: both Isa and Bruno may be “brains” of the family! Some concept arts depict Isa being something of a bookworm, and while you have to be really observant (or peek at production art), there’s hints in Bruno’s environment he’s one himself – in addition to some books in his hideout, there’s drawings on the walls showing doodles of rats in casting of stage plays of Shakespeare’s tragedies and “Don Quixote” (both are not exactly light literature).

And while Isabela being an intellectual isn’t something directly stated in the movie, it’s still part of her development and isn’t contradicted by anything on screen. Though she probably may give preference to non-fiction on the topic of biology. Speaking of nerdy inclinations…   

One last (rather tangential) thing worth of discussion: abandoned Bubo storyline and its connection to ultimate version of story. For the aspects that justify it being scraped for good: first, as I stated above, her being actually loyal to family, instead of trying to elope, makes for all more powerful presentation of her character. Second, is unfortunate implication of her being driven to person simply because he understands her (which is valid on its own) rather than because she likes him for his own qualities and personality. But it may be just lack of context for single scene, otherwise dynamic of two people with connection to nature and such contrasting behavior and appear is pretty endearing. (Official source states the storyline is written off so Isa in the end does not “defined by a man”, but then, Mirabel is treated like hero and she’s “defined” by two men, given she’s in need the word of Bruno on what action to take, and if we take literally statement that she was “send by Pedro” to save the family…) So while I appreciate her ending as more independent and decisive person, I still like how concept of that relationship speaks of her personality, and it did find its way in final version, even if in funny way, by replacing man with cactus:) Even as brief moment leading to big reformative number, having her admiring the “imperfect”, peculiar creature gives evidence of her carrying deep fondness for unconventional forms of beauty, fascination for irregular, whimsical (as opposed to what she’s assigned for -  Mariano, while having his own depths and not entirely flawless as well, kind of dorky in his own way, is simply that – conventional and too ordinary for Isa to spark interest). And considering that trait of her was maintained through the variations of story, it seems more than plausible she may develop profound fondness and connection with her eccentric (and definitely “fish out of water”, as Bubo is described) uncle, which makes it a loss that the story didn’t even tipped toe into interaction between the characters. (And it’s hard to overlook, Bubo’s personal and even physical traits also seem to transfer into final version of Bruno, so the character’s concept wasn’t entirely lost either.)

On the final note, bunch of random musings about the character of Isa, that neither here nor there:

Speaking of unpredictable nature of gift and popular parallel between Isabela and Elsa: may it be that Isabela had to teach herself to regulate her power for pretty much the same reason, given connection between emotions and outcome, and inability for child to properly control it? Even in suppressed state, Isa’s powers have dangerous side to them: we see her being able to use vines to restrain people, making flowers grow from every surface, and later she creates carnivorous plants and just unleashes botanical chaos all around the town, not to mention that her negative emotions resurface itself as plants that unsafe for handling. Between Alma’s worried notion that Isabela got “out of control” and Bruno’s reluctance to face her (which he only partially admits to be for the fear to meet Alma), there could be something that young (and simply not being in existence yet) Mirabel might not knowing about full effect of Isa’s power when unbound and under emotional affect.

And one aspect that felt conflicting to me for some time: as for type of person with “green thumb” she’s supposed to embody (and more prominent “child of nature” image with which her character was conceived at first), Isabela acts rather violently, shown destroying her creations, plucking roses out of her flower bed, ruining topiary and such. But considering she’s not simply nature lover and expert (who she seems to genuinely be), but embodiment of nature itself, like Pepa is an embodiment of atmospheric forces, it’s organic for her to having embraced its destructive side as well, as part of death and resurrection circle. /So she’s a bit of like Stitch, with equally creative and destructive inclinations at one because of immense abilities she’s packed with:)/

I definitely have a little more to say, and contemplate, about the character… but some of it going too far into speculative and fanfic-y territory, so it’s a topic for another time. And sorry for all incidental Mirabel kicking:) – I have things to say about her too, but in its own turn.

#encanto #encanto fanart #disney fanart #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #ramblings #lot to say about isa #phantieart #phantie ramblings

[yellowcry]

How can I go on?

Why did it have to be her? She was the purest person to ever walk on the earth and never done anything wrong. What the hell was wrong with this world? Luisa just wanted her back

This is set/inspired by reincarnation au by @miracles-and-butterflies

Yes, gift time! I've tried to keep your characters writing

Luisa was furious.

How did everyone dare to be so happy? How did they all dare to live their lives like nothing happened? How could they smile and have these stupid conversations with each other when  she  had lost her life, buried under the rubble? Luisa hadn't found her head, no matter how long she searched for it, tossing all the debris over and over again until her fingers would get worn down to the meat. It's not like it was important, Luisa was always the strongest person except for the moment when she actually had to be strong, but she didn't manage to save  her .

Hell, there wasn't even a proper mourning. No mourning at all. No one fucking cared about her. But why would they? It was the same back when she was still alive. Maybe if anyone actually cared: if their parents had said that they actually loved her, if Isabela wasn't a fucking spoiled bitch, if Abu- Alma didn't treat her like shit if Luisa had spent just a bit more time with her instead of working Maybe she wouldn't try to look for that stupid candle. Maybe she would still be alive. 

Why did it have to be  her ? Why couldn't anyone else be in her place? Why couldn't it be Dolores, who never interfered until it was too late? Why couldn't it be Camilo, who had always been a jerk? Why couldn't it be Bruno whose fucking tower beheaded  her  just for him to return the next morning, stealing the only bits of attention anyone cared to give to  her ? Why couldn't it be Luisa herself, who didn't manage to save her?  She  was the purest person to ever walk on the earth and never done anything wrong. What the hell was wrong with this world? If God was real, Luisa hated them with a burning passion. This world wasn't fucking fair. It had stolen her. The last person who deserved it. It took an innocent child and deprived her on everything. 

Luisa wanted to blow out that freaking magic herself, destroy it in the way it had destroyed  her , bury it under the rocks, to tear Casita to shreds even before it was rebuilt, make it feel the slightest glimpse of pain she had felt. 

Being with family was hell. Each time Luisa saw their faces, she wanted to yell at everyone. They weren't good enough, never paid enough attention to her. How did they dare to even call themselves her family? They didn't deserve her.  Luisa didn't deserve  her. Laughter was streaking Luisa's ears louder than the sound of the house falling apart. The sound of the house falling on her. The fact that people still lived as if nothing happened, as if she didn't die,  as if Luisa was deficiently strong enough to save her.

And she was snapping at everyone. Her family, townspeople, visitors whom she hadn't met before at all. How dare they enjoy their lives when  she  was gone? How dare they walk and laugh with their loved ones? How dare the word keep spinning around?

The worst part was when the family tried to confront Luisa. Or just stood upon her.

Luisa was just getting some water.  Because she had been saying that it was important to stay hydrated as long as Luisa remembered her being able to talk.

"Agh!" Luisa winced, bulking slightly from a sudden obstacle, the water jumped over the brim, spilling on Luisa's blouse. Isabela huffed, looking up at her. "Look where you're going. You almost knocked me off."

Luisa just rolled her eyes, brushing off her clothes with her free hand. Of course, Isabela just couldn't keep her dirty mouth shut. "Do you think I give a fuck?"

"Listen here, you're acting like a fucking bitch," Isabela narrowed her eyes. "You've been lashing out at everyone like a wild dog!" Her voice got louder, almost ringing like the screams of a beheaded girl.

"Well, excuse me for being fucking sad when my hermanita died," Luisa growled, squeezing the glass in her palm.

"She was my—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," Luisa yelled at her as Isabela dared to say anything, the glass shattered in her grip like her life, breaking into tiny pieces. "She was my sister, not yours. You never gave a shit about her." The younger girl was breathing heavily, her fists shaking from rage. "I bet you're actually happy that she's gone, aren't you, Bela?" 

Isabela's eyes darkened as she lifted her head, locking eyes with Luisa. "Are you crazy or what? How could you even assume that?"

"If you weren't a spoiled brat, she would be alive." Luisa voiced angrily through her clenched teeth.

The oldest out of the two roared, stomping her foot in rage. "Excuse me?! Do you think I'm to blame for what happened?" She looked almost as outraged as Luisa was. "Well, what a wonderful world you have," She grabbed Luisa's blouse and pulled it, probably trying to force her to lean closer, but it didn't work. "Everyone is bad, everyone is to blame. Everyone except you, because you're such a good big sister who could do no wrong." Isabela scoffed, placing her hands on her sides.

Luisa's world burst into red. Her body reacted before her mind could even proceed it. A strong palm grabbed Isabela's neck, making her gasp in shocked terror as Luisa began to squeeze it. Flowers tried to pull them away, but they were no use against immerse strength.  Maybe Luisa could just rip her head off all along, avenge her sister. The free hand was held in a tight fist that stung a little but Luisa couldn't care less.

After maybe ten seconds the angry reaction calmed down and Luisa threw Bela on the floor. The latter immediately reached for her neck, feeling fresh red bruises that were left here from a tight grip. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She muttered, looking at Luisa from the floor. 

The younger sister didn't answer and just passed over her. As she was out of Isabela's sight, she unclenched her palm which was still painful, and noticed shreds of glass digging into her skin. The leftovers of what used to be a glass. Luisa stared at the bright blood, running down her hand. Isabela would probably make a scene with adults later. Luisa cared about this as much as about the glass that was stuck in her hand. She didn't care about Isabela, she didn't care about their parents, she didn't care about Alma she didn't care about herself.

She wanted her back.

She wanted Mirabel back.

#encanto #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto au #encanto reincarnation au

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 9: Time

Time. People sure were weird about it. Bruno had heard so many people lamenting how time was going by too fast or too slow. All he could do was laugh. They had no idea.

From the day he got his gift, Bruno had felt out of step with everyone else. When he had his visions, it felt like he was stepping briefly into the future. The more visions he had, the more the feeling intensified. Eventually, his clock was perpetually running faster than everyone else’s. He had one foot in the present and one in the future, and the future was pulling hard. Sometimes he worried about losing touch with the present. That’s when he would sleep more; give the world time to catch up to when he was.

But that wasn’t a real solution, was it? For one thing, his mamá got mad when he slept too much. For another, sleeping so much meant he was missing out on life. His visions already made him feel like more of an observer than participant in life. He didn’t want to exacerbate it.

As the years went by, time hurtled by faster and faster. The weird little game of hopscotch he played skipping from one bit of time to the next got wilder, his jumps more extreme. He did his best to cope, but people weren’t meant to live in more than one tense at a time.

Until he had the fateful vision. The one of Mirabel and the house, alternately cracking and fixing itself. People didn’t understand the inherent ambiguity of his visions; the future was rarely fixed until the present caught up to it and made it such. But Bruno knew people wouldn’t understand that, so he usually just gave them the most likely interpretation. He wasn’t always right. In this case, it would have been disastrous, so Bruno just described the first image to his mamá.

She took it as well as he expected her to. What he didn’t expect was the way she turned on Mirabel, and to a lesser degree, him. Seriously, had none of these people heard of the saying “don’t shoot the messenger”? And Mirabel was just a kid. Based on her appearance, this particular vision was a while away. Why was his mamá so mad at an innocent kid? Besides, Bruno wasn’t even sure it would come to pass. Uncertainty of the future and all that.

His safest course of action was to do what he did best and retreat. He hid in the walls, living in a home that was no longer home. All he had for company was his rats and whatever he could imagine in his mind.

If time moved too quickly before, now it screeched to a grinding halt. Every day was the same as before. For a while, Bruno had tried keeping up with a calendar, but eventually he lost interest. There was no point. His only indicators of the passage of time was the hustle and bustle of his other family members throughout the house. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, every day like clockwork.

Heh. Clockwork.

Maybe it wasn’t good for him to be so alone.

But what choice did he have? His stupid vision had broken the family, and he couldn’t fix it. So he had to leave, to give them a chance without Bruno and his visions ruining everything.

Days turned to weeks; months turned to years. Bruno had found ways to entertain himself. The rats brought him books sometimes. He would whisper an apology to whichever one of his family members the rats had nicked the book from, and settle in for a few hours where he didn’t have to be with his thoughts. Or he would work on his plays. He’d always said his real gift was acting, and he had a flair for drama. That was also a decent way to kill some time. Occasionally, he’d be assaulted by a vision, but he learned to tune them out. There was no point in knowing what would come to pass when he couldn’t do anything about it.

Mostly he just slept.

For years, Bruno felt like he was swimming in a sea of dulce de leche. Just…stuck, unable to free himself of his predicament. Then one day, Mirabel came and set him free. Ah, she was so grown up! A carbon copy of Julieta at her age. Bruno had missed so much. While he was thrashing about in his monotony, the world had kept going. By the looks of it, it had left him behind.

He wasn’t sure how the others felt, but for him, losing the gift was the biggest gift he could’ve asked for. Instead of feeling constantly out of sync with everyone, he experienced things the same way everyone else did, at the same time.

He helped Isabela plant seeds by hand. He found he liked the feeling of soil on his hands. As time passed, the seeds grew into fledging seedlings, then extended taller, blooming and ripening into fruit. After a decade without seeing the outdoors, it was refreshing to see plants cycle through their lifespan. More natural, certainly, than his gift bashing him across the head with glimpses of the future.

Most of his life, he’d been living in the future. During his decade of penitence, he was stuck in the past. But now? Now he was finally living in the present.

And you know what? He really liked it.

#bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #encantober #encantober 2023 #time #we're ignoring that this is two days late #i'll catch up i promise #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing bruno madrigal

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Hello, I was reading your story "Flickering" (amazing) and the current arc of Osma, and I was wondering how Pepa and the rest of the family would react if some villager (very stupid) called her a hypocrite for defending Bruno now when she never did in the past (according to some of them)?

The villagers forget Protective Big Sister Mode at their own peril 👀👀

“Hypocrite,” Manuel muttered. “Like you give a shit about him.”

He should have known better.

Pepa’s hand clapped down on his shoulder. Her cloud grew and darkened; the clouds overhead began to swirl as a harsh wind picked up. Lightning struck overhead.

“Excuse me?” Pepa’s voice was quiet and ice cold. “What did you just say?”

“Pepa,” Bruno said, stepping forward. “Let’s just-”

“No, Brunito. This idiota is real brave when he thinks no one can hear him. Out with it, Manuel. What did you just say?”

It may have been ten years of separation but Bruno knew that look in his hermana’s eyes. When she got like this there was no stopping her. Plenty of people learned the hard way not to lay a hand on Bruno or throw insults around if Pepa was nearby.

It seemed Manuel had forgotten that lesson.

And it seemed he really was an idiot, because he actually looked Pepa in the eye and said, “Well, since when do you care? He ruined your wedding, remember!? He’s a curse!”

There was a brief moment of silence. Bruno saw a woman in the crowd cross herself.

The clap of thunder was deafening as a harsh, cold rain began to pour. The wind was so strong it knocked Manuel off his feet. Lightning struck, barely missing him.

Manuel screamed, covering his head.

“Uh oh,” Bruno muttered.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM!?” Pepa’s scream could be heard even over the chaos. She stomped forward and bent down, grabbing Manuel by the collar. “You seem to forget, I was the one knocking you sorry idiots on your asses. Bruno would prank you and he could be vicious, but me? Remember how I zapped Ricardo? Remember how I threw you in the river? Want a repeat!?”

“Pepa!” Bruno ran forward, wrapping his arms around her. “Come on, it’s fine. He’s not worth it, you know he’s not!”

“You’re worth it,” Pepa said firmly, never taking her furious eyes off Manuel.

And okay, yeah, that kind of warmed Bruno’s heart. But he was pretty sure Pepa would do something she’d regret if she wasn’t distracted. Dios mio, where was Félix when you needed him?

Sighing, Bruno pulled the very best puppy-eyes he could. They always worked on Julieta, not so much on Pepa, but it was his best bet.

“Please,” he said quietly. “Let’s just go home.”

Pepa stared at him. Slowly, oh so slowly, the fury drained out of her eyes. The storm stopped but Bruno didn’t let go of her until she tossed Manuel back into the dirt with a disgusted huff.

“You have a short memory,” Pepa said coldly. “And I bet some others do too. So here’s a reminder: you mess with my brother and you’ll have to deal with me. C‘mon Bruno.” She stomped away as if he was the one keeping them here.

“Bruno!” Pepa called from a few paces away. “Come on!”

Bruno stared at Manuel, still crouching on the ground. The rest of the crowd was either dispersing or staring.

Bruno leaned down to Manuel and smiled, widening his eyes. He let his grin turn utterly vicious.

“And vice versa,” he said quietly. “Mess with my sister and I will see the worst visions possible, the horrors mankind has the offer…And I’ll make you watch.”

He wouldn’t. But Manuel didn’t need to know that.

Acting had always come in handy.

With that, he ran after Pepa. As soon as he was near enough, she grabbed him and flung an arm over his shoulders.

“Morons,” she muttered. “They should know better by now.”

Well, Bruno wouldn’t argue with that. Surely everyone knew crossing Pepa was a bad idea.

Still…

“You didn’t need to do that,” he said softly. It wasn’t the first time he’d been called Bad Luck Bruno, far from it. He doubted it would be the last.

“Of course I did!” Pepa snapped, but she smiled at him. “I’m your older sister.”

“By ten minutes!”

“Still older!” As she laughed, the clouds in the sky slowly vanished. “Face it, you’re stuck with me, hermanito.”

“…Good,” Bruno said with a smile. “That’s fine by me, hermana.”

#answers #asks #prompts #protective pepa madrigal #protective pepa about to fuck everyone up #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno’s real gift is acting #the madrigal triplets #madrigal triplets #pb&j triplets #pb&j encanto #encanto prompts #encanto fanfic #my writing #i love them your honour #i believe in madrigal triplets supremacy

[dearest-painter]

Yandere madrigal family x reader? They invite the reader over and are going to kidnap them. But the reader realises and trys to leave, but get kidnaped anyway. I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable.

Imma make it a bit softer but I can do it! Been a long time since I’ve done encanto also sorry for the long wait! Been busy with school!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior,unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive relationship,kidnapping…kinda?(look I write for softer Yanderes so you’ll understand soon),flashing words for the gif, Stockholm Syndrome, DO NOT SUPPORT ANY OF THIS! I AM WRITING THIS FIR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!

You don’t remember how you became apart of the Madrigal family or how you got here but all you knew was that you were apart of the Madrigal family even if you didn’t have powers. The village people acted iffy with you as if you weren’t always there but they tried to act like you’ve always been here. You never asked as it would upset your family. Your father was Bruno so maybe thats why they act iffy with you. You don’t really remember anything int fact,you don’t remember your birthday or family time. Everyone said it was because you hit your head to hard which is believable.

You and Mirabel share the nursery as rooms are made for a specific persons gift but sometimes you’ll be in Antonio’s room. Going downstairs with Mirabel hand and hand you waved at casita and abuelo,you don’t remember much stories of abuelo but Alma speaks highly of him. “Morning papi” “morning my little rat” It was a nickname as you also love the rats thus gaining the nickname little rat. You helped set the table like every day expect you just stared outside,you’ve been outside many time but for some reason you want to go beyond the hills,it’s possible because you’ve done it once with your cousins but you want to go alone. “Y/N,you okay?” “Hm? Yes sorry just zoned out” Dolores nodded her head.

She’s married Mariano and he treats you like your his own child,you two are inseparable makes Bruno jealous of the fact someone else is acting like your dad when HE’S YOUR DAD! “Morning little sun!” You hugged Mariano,he made the nickname little sun out of boredom and it just stuck with you. Bruno hated how close you two were as he was your father after he saved you from your old home. Dolores just smiled seeing her two favorite people interact. Everyone was happy that you were happy after you finally forgot about your old family,but that does not matter now as your with your real family now!

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #encanto #yandere platonic #yandere encanto #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #gender neutral reader

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

MASTERLIST

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Kinktober Day 5 - You lose your virginity to Joel Miller (Smut, soft dom Joel, virginity kink, 2.7K words)

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Robert Small

Kinktober Day 1 - You masturbate- but not alone (Mutual masturbation, slight dubcon, 1.2K words)

Joseph Christiansen

Kinktober Day 4 - Joseph likes being called a certain name (Daddy kink, rough sex, anal, 0.9K words)

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

Kinktober Day 3 - Bruno always did say his real gift was acting (Roleplay, consensual dubcon, PIV sex, 1.5K words)

Stardew Valley

Shane

Kinktober Day 2 - Shane always knows just what you need (Anal fingering, rimming, 1.2K)

Harvey

(Coming soon!!)

#joel miller #the last of us #tlou #tlou fanfiction #ddadds #ddadds fanfiction #robert small #robert small x dadsona #joseph christiansen #joseph christiansen x dadsona #robert small x reader #joseph christiansen x reader #stardew valley #stardew valley smut #shane x farmer #shane sdv #shane x reader #stardew shane #harvey sdv #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #sdv smut #smut fanfiction #tlou smut

[hurt-comfort-lover]

Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Ten

“Ah! Sorry- sorry I didn’t mean to- uh-” He stops not knowing what to say. Mirabel was so surprised that she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed. 

“Tio Bruno…? What are you doing here?”

“Well- um, I kind of live here? Unless you mean like- like in this area which is because I heard someone in the passageways, and then I saw my vision and you know uh, yeah.”

“Oh.. um, what do you mean live here? How?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain, it might be easier for me to just show you.” He says offering his hand, Mirabel takes it, pulling herself up. He takes her through the passageways to his “room.” Mirabel walks by and sees cracks that are covered in cement.

“Are you patching up the cracks?”

“Oh! No no no no no, I don’t go near those. All the patching is done by Hernando.”

“Who is Hernan-” Bruno puts up his cape and says,

“I’m Hernando and I’m afraid of nothing!” he pauses, “It’s actually me, I say my real gift was ‘acting,’ haha.” Mirabel looks at him and she can’t decide whether to find it funny, charming or concerning.

“I’m Jorge, I make the spackle,” Bruno says. Mirabel decides she should probably be concerned. They make it into Bruno's room. It’s filled with rats messing with his stuff, and his room is small and covered in small things he’d collected over the years. 

“You never left?”

“Well, I left my tower- a lot of stairs you know. It’s kitchen adjacent, and-” He goes over to the television, “free entertainment! Telenovelas!” He says as he flips through different cutouts for the rats. He sits down on his red chair.

“Their love could never be.”

“I don’t understand, why did you leave, but not actually leave?”

“Well, free food, and uh ya know.” He just shrugs. Mirabel looks through a hole in the wall to see the dining table, and then looks at a small table that’s labeled with his name, showing that he uses it to pretend like he’s still a part of the family. Bruno stands up and walks behind her.

“Yeah, my gift wasn’t really helping the family, but, I love my family, ya know?” Bruno says. Mirabel nods and looks at the vision in her arms.

“Nobody was ever meant to see that vision.”

“Why- why did you take the vision?”

“Well, after you didn’t get your gift Abuela was worried about the magic and asked me to take a vision. When I saw the vision I knew how it was going to look, because I’m Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst, so.. So I left.”

“You left… for me?”

“I mean not just that, but yeah I guess. You are my niece after all.” Mirabel smiled sadly, just happy that he cared that much.

“Thank you, Tio.”

“Ah- no don’t- I uh, you don’t need to,” he stumbled.

“I feel like I should though. I messed up Isabella’s proposal and now I’m hiding in here instead of facing Abuela. I know I don’t have a gift but I love my family and I just want to help.”

“You are helping.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know sobrina. I still know a little about what goes on in the Casita. You’re doing fine. Whatever is happening with Isabella, it’ll be ok.”

“Gracias Tio,” Mirabel says as she hugs him. He awkwardly hugs back,

“Anytime, kid.” 

“I think I know what I need to do. I need to apologize to Isabella.” She says as she goes to leave but Bruno stops her.

“Wait, before you go, if you save the miracle, could you visit sometime?”

“When I save the miracle, I’m bringing you home,” Mirabel says confidently. Bruno smiles and then knocks on a bunch of wood as Mirabel leaves. 

Mirabel walks up to Isabella’s door, and a lot of emotions run through her, debating if this was the right decision. She goes into the room anyway to see an angry Isabella.

“What are you doing here?!” She says irritated.

“I came to apologize.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your proposal, I’m going to talk to Mariano and try to fix this.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Why?”

“It’s not like he’ll change his mind.”

“You don’t know that- Do you… want to marry Mariano?” Isabella looks surprised at the question and thinks.

“I- I mean yeah. It’s good for the Ecanto, and Abuela-”

“I’m not asking about that, I’m asking if you want to marry Mariano.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I thought I was fine with it, but now- now that I have a chance out… I don’t know.”

“Why would you marry someone you don’t love?” Mirabel asks.

“Well, I don’t really want to get married, but Abuela just seemed so happy when Mariano and I started getting along. When she suggested getting engaged, I-”

“-Wanted to make her proud?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. You know Abuela is livid right now? Mami and Papi were arguing with her and everyone’s looking for you.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry. For all of this. I hope that you can get the ending that you want. I think I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel says. Isabella nods,

“It’s fine I guess. You kind of gave me a chance out, so thank you.” Isabella says. Mirabel walks out of the room and goes to talk to her Abuela, though she runs into her mami first.

“Mirabel! There you are!” she says as she pulls her youngest daughter into a hug.

“Hola mami.”

“I don’t know what’s going on. Your Abuela is being unreasonable and there are cracks littered around the house. I don’t understand.”

“I think it’s the miracle mami. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet, but I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel asserts. Julietta just nods and lets her youngest go. Mirabel goes to the living room to see Abuela talking with Senora Guzman. She goes up to both of them, and Senora Guzman sees her first.

“Mirabel,” she says. Abuela turns around to see her youngest granddaughter, anger written all over her face.

“You need to fix this,” Abuela says.

“Lo siento Abuela. I won’t. Isabella-”

“What?! Don’t disrespect me.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, you listen to me. I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift but it is not an excuse to hurt this family.” Abuela says with venom. To Mirabel, it feels like a stab in her heart. Senora Guzman looks shocked. Her Papi comes to see what’s going on while Dolores and Camilo were sitting on the couch nearby. Tia Pepa and Felix were near the kitchen.

“I will never be good enough for you… will I? No matter how I try- No matter how hard everyone tries! Luisa will never be strong enough! Isabella will never be perfect enough! Tio Bruno left because you always saw the worst in him!”

“Bruno did not care about this family!” Cracks begin to form on the walls and ceiling.

“He loves this family, I love this family, we all love this family! You’re the one that doesn’t care.”

“Don’t you ever-!”

“The Miracle is dying because of you!” As Mirabel finishes her sentence the house begins to fall apart. Mirabel runs straight for the candle, while Casita tries to help her while also pushing everyone out of the house. Everyone is yelling at her to stop, telling her it’s not worth it. She continues though. As she goes up she sees her Tio Bruno escape the house with a bucket on his head, and she smiles slightly to herself. She makes it to the candle but the house is too far gone. Casita’s last efforts are covering Mirabel with furniture to protect her. The Casita was gone, all that was left was the rubble of what it once was. Mirabel holds the unlit candle as her Mami runs over to her.

“Mirabel! What were you thinking?! Are you hurt?” Julieta says while checking her, Mirabel is despondent, still looking at the candle. Julietta looks at her daughter, who had dropped the candle on the ground, and then back out hearing her hermana call her. 

“I’ll be right back- don’t move,” Julietta says as she runs towards her hermana. 

When most of the fog clears and most of the familia is together, they realize that Mirabel is gone. They call out to her but there’s no response. Everyone goes looking for her, including Abuela. After hours of searching it just so happens that Abuela ended up finding her, she found her holding her knees to her chest while crying next to a lake she knew too well. She walks up to Mirabel and sits beside her.

“I’m sorry, I- I just wanted to help. Instead, all I ended up doing was hurting us.” Mirabel says as she cries into her knees.

“No, it’s not you. Mirabel, this is on me. You are a child, I’m an adult. Ever since we got our miracle I’ve tried so hard to give back to the world. Why out of all people did I deserve a miracle? Instead, I’ve been so focused on the miracle that, now that it’s gone, I can see clearly. Mi familia, they are the most important thing. Not the candle, mi familia. So truly, I’m so sorry Mirabel. I don’t deserve forgiveness yet, but I’ll do my best.” Abuela says as her hand glides against the current. Mirabel looks over to Abuela and pulls her into a hug.

“I could never stay mad at you, of course, I forgive you. You’re mi Abuela, you’re one of the bravest women I’ve ever met.”

“Gracias Mirabel, you’re too kind.” They break from the hug as Bruno jumps through the bushes with a horse, and jumps off.

“Don’t blame her! I gave her a vision-” he says before his mami pulls him into a hug.

“Oh mi Brunito, I missed you. I’m so sorry I pushed you away.” She says as she squeezes him tightly. He wheezes, 

“I think I missed something.” He smiles sheepishly as all three of them jump on the horse.

“Mirabel! Mija I was so worried!” Julietta exclaimed as she pulled Mirabel into a tight hug. 

“Lo siento Mami,” Mirabel says while muffled by her mother’s arms. The familia gathers, happy that Mirabel was found and the entire familia was together. After Mirabel was released from Julietta’s death grip, Antonio jumped on her, Mirabel caught him and hugged him as well. From behind the horse came both Abuela and Bruno. Julietta and Pepa both look to see their brother, Pepa goes up to him first and slaps him in the face, and then pulls him into a hug.

“Don’t you ever do that again pendejo,” she says. Bruno awkwardly hugs her back.

“Lo siento hermana..” he says, not sure if she’s happy he’s back or angry he left. Pepa let him go and then Julietta hugged him as well.

“Welcome back hermano,” Julietta says.When the familia was reunited they realized they needed to figure out a plan as to where they were staying, and how they were going to rebuild their home. Despite earlier events, the townspeople all came to help including the Guzmans. Multiple people had guestrooms for the family to stay, Senora Gabriela had two guestrooms that Mirabel and Bruno took, the Garcias had a guest room that Julietta and Agustin stayed in, the Lopeses had one spare bedroom with two beds that both Isabella and Luisa too, the Guzmans had two extra guest rooms, which Pepa and Felix shared one, while Antonio took the other, Lastly the Gomezes had two extra bedrooms that Dolores and Camilo stayed in. The family was really grateful to all the townspeople, but they insisted because the Madrigals had helped them so much over the years. Plans were made for the next day of clearing the rubble from the area, while also planning out the blueprints for the Casita. That night though, the Madrigals got some much-needed sleep, at least most of them. Mirabel couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried, despite the apology from her Abuela, which she was elated about, her negative thoughts still flooded her brain. It was almost as if they got worse. Did she deserve to be apologized to? Does she deserve forgiveness? The more she lay in a bed that was not her own, the louder the thoughts became.

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[gamerbearmira]

(The baby triplets AU anon!)

Heh, glad you liked my little silly idea of Alma and her babies (I seriously adore them so much)...

Well... I can't say I have a lot of it written down (it's more like a hurt/comfort one-shot, I wanted to make, just to have some fun)... but I do have a few ideas (or headcanons, if you will) of what can occur during the triplets' stay as babies...

First of all... unlike in Baby!Mirabel Au... I don't think that triplets will have to stay babies and re-grow again (mostly because it would alter the timeline and I, while writing such AU's, prefer to avoid that), so... I think that they'd stay little until the town learns to be less... dependent on the Madrigals and their gifts. Once Alma realizes it, she can't be happier with the result. She gets time with her children AND the town finally starts to act like adults, they are? She's take that any day!

Also, I don't know if I made it clear or not... but the triplets' adult minds are still in there and, after the original freak out (and getting familiar and used with new routine, Alma's constant supervision, need of help and, basically, being babies), they'd... be taking advantage of being small and nobody would suspect anything, because they'd think that they act like babies. (I can really see Pepa taking every opportunity to cry or Bruno being very clingy).

Alma might also be (kinda) aware that triplets might not be mentally regressed. Mostly because, again, Pepa cries a lot and when she was a child for real, she was a happy and bubbly girl, so that doesn't quite line up for her, unless her grown-up self is still there and situation is completely opposite for Bruno. I'm still debating, how she would feel about Julieta, but I think about something in between of that...

But regardless of last thing... I can also see an awkward situation of Alma needing to go out to deal with matter that shouldn't include in children, so she'll be inviting Agustín and Felíx to watch the triplets. Bruno is fine with that, he likes them, but Julieta and Pepa are having none of it (ESPECIALLY, if it's happening after they get their respective crushes/begun their relationship)

(There are a few more ideas for after the triplets turn back to their real ages, but it's... already long, so I think it'd be better to cut it short. Tell me, if you want to know the returned-to-adulthood stuff! :) )

OWOWOWOWWO I LOVED THE AU‼️‼️

So. Entirely understandable. LOVING THE IDEAS BTW 🦅🦅🦅

Love that Alma is so happy about it. Like she just sees this as a chance to see her babies again, and I’m lovin that. And the fact that village has to be more dependent is honestly just so real. Like get gud losers‼️‼️‼️ and at least she realized they probably have retained probably all of their memories. Like you know how awkward that would be if she didn’t????

Shout to Agustín and Fèlix for watching them. Imagine trying to explain that or even how it happened 🤠

ANYWAY LOVE THE AU STILL AND. YES. PLEASE DO SHARE <3333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto felix #encanto agustin #deaged triplets AU

[waitingonavision]

I like this t-shirt design because it doesn't say "We don't talk about Bruno" for once, but it would have been cute if they'd used a different image, like one from the scene where he says the line...

#encanto #bruno madrigal #shop disney #official encanto #him face #stuff i've posted

[toaverse]

In The Hernando and Jorge scene Bruno says that his real gift is acting and that got me thinking after a few months after I watched the movie

What if Bruno got Camilo's gift and Camilo got Bruno's gift?

Hmm🤔

Alma didn’t expect her children to have superpowers of all things, but here they were.

Julieta’s gift was healing with her food, Pepa’s was controlling the weather with her emotions, and Bruno’s was shapeshifting.

Since Alma put a crap lot of expectation on the triplets, Bruno had to babysit the towns kids from age 5…

Yeah, imagine how that went…

Though Pepa would probably be Alma’s scapegoat, while also telling her not to act like a child and all that…

Over time, Julieta and Pepa found their beloved husbands, and started their own families.

Years later, the third generation also received their gifts. Isabela could make flowers grow, Dolores had superhearing, Luisa got super strength.

And Camilo got the gift of seeing the future…

His room was pretty much the same as Bruno’s in the film…

And just like Bruno in the film, seeing the future could be very exhausting…

But then Mira’s ceremony came along…

Everyone expected her to get a gift, but she didn’t. Her door faded away right in front of her…

That very same night, Alma asked Camilo (who’s still 5…) for a vision, to see if there’s anything wrong with the miracle.

Camilo didn’t understand, but he did a vision for his Abuela anyways.

That vision was the same one in the film…

The 5 year old seer felt that Mira would get in huge trouble when Abuela saw the vision, so he destroyed and hid it under the sand.

Camilo lied to Alma, saying that everything was good.

While Alma did believe him, she was still iffy about it, and would still treat Mira like she’s a bother…

Over the next 5 years, Camilo got it more difficult with his gift. The townspeople blamed him whenever they received a negative vision of any sort…

Alma and Isabela didn’t help. They too blamed him for the townspeoples complaints, saying that he caused it, and that he had to do more positive visions…

Camilo took it all, only to keep everyone happy. He had his parents, but they were always together, they’re busy helping the town as well…

But at least he had his favorite Tío Bruno, his best friend. He always comforted the boy, and made him laugh whenever he was sad because of what Abuela, Isa or the townspeople said…

It all crumbled down when Camilo was 9…

It was Isabela’s 16th birthday. The whole town and family threw a huge party for her to celebrate.

But during Isa’s birthday song, Camilo got an unexpected vision which drew Isa’s spotlight away.

When the sudden vision was done, the golden tablet showed a destroyed Casita, being nothing but rubble…

It resulted in everyone panicking, resulting in Pepa unintentionally causing a hurricane which destroyed Isa’s party…

And of course, almost everyone blamed Camilo…

“What did you do?!” Alma yelled at her 9 year old grandson, fueled with anger. “You ruined it all! Look what you did!”

“I hate you!” Isabela yelled at her primo, boiling with rage…

Hearing those words from his Abuela and oldest prima, and seeing how the townspeople glare at him, Camilo bursted into tears and ran back to Casita crying…

He wanted to run back to his room, but discovered the insides of the walls instead…

Camilo figured that he could hide there without his family seeing him crying, so he entered the walls…

He cried there until there’s no more tears to shed, but then he figured that his family didn’t like him anymore. That they would be happier without him. That they hated him. That every negative thing that had happened to them was his fault…

So, Camilo stayed in the walls. He stayed for days, weeks, months, years…

After three days of the boy being missing, the family searched for him, but they couldn’t find him…

Dolores did hear her little brother in the walls, blaming himself for everything. It broke her heart. She did try and tell the family, but Abuela shot her down, with Isabela saying “We don’t talk about ‘Milo.”…

Pepa and Félix took their son’s disappearance hard, especially when Pepa was expecting again…

But Bruno was also hit hard with his sobrino’s disappearance. That boy was basically a son to him...

For 6 years, the family went on without Camilo, without the young seer.

At least the townspeople were happier…

It were Bruno and Mirabel who discovered the shattered vision. But it was only Bruno who discovered Camilo in the walls…

And it really, really scared him how his now 15 year old nephew had gone so far off the deep end, how malnourished and unstable he had become…

Then it hit Bruno. Camilo had lived like this, like he was less than human, for 6 years, since he was nine…

“I’ll get you home, kid. I promise.” Bruno reassured his sobrino.

But Camilo begged him not to, saying that the family were clearly happier without him, that the only thing he’s good at was ruining everything, that everything was his fault…

Bruno almost couldn’t believe what his nephew was saying…

The shapeshifter would have a talk with his mother about this…

Well, that turned unexpectedly dark… Ó.Ò

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