#but Isabela and Luisa would always say that they were fine

[jacarandaaaas]

a common complaint I always see about encanto is how mirabels sisters issues “came out of nowhere”

Here is your friendly reminder the movie is almost entirely from mirabels point of view. So it’s gonna be a little bit biased because mirabel at the start of the movie was biased when it came to her sisters (isabela). That’s not a bad thing because if we saw the story from isas pov we would think mirabel is being annoying and because we would be more familiar with her struggle rather than mirabels, the story would make you think mirabel is acting up because that’s what isa thinks! Encanto is a movie all about perspective and I see so many tiktoks saying if they felt so much pressure why did they never tell mirabel before?

well to answer that question it’s heavily implied mirabel is not close with either of her sisters. Sure we see how luisa is there for her and vice versa but luisa is so busy she doesn’t have much time for mirabel. Isa as we already know had a very strained relationship with her. The family’s whole issue is communication that’s why we only learn about their struggles when mirabel is the one to start questioning.

As mirabel gains understanding for other people’s perspective so does the audience. We think her sisters are perfect because that is how mirabel describes them we only see them when they are putting on the act like the rest of the family. When mirabel realizes how they have also been struggling its because they pretended they were fine when they weren’t.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not calling mirabel a horrible biased person because we all have unconscious bias especially when it comes to families! she’s not a bad person for not knowing how bad they had it the issue is nobody communicated their struggles!

Mirabels arc featured the fact she had to rethink what she assumed about her family. She assumed they were these perfect individuals because that is what’s on display to her and the audience.

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #mirabel encanto #isabela madrigal #disney’s encanto #luisa madrigal #I think one of the filmmakers explained this point better #perspective is key!!

[miracles-and-butterflies]

The fourth part of the Ride the Cyclone AU.

Ready, player two?

Reblog is now posted with the song.

The previous part in case you need a recap.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below, especially character death.

~~~~~~

That Fucked-Up Girl

“What a rush!” Dolores declared triumphantly, taking a deep breath. “Who’s next?”

On cue, the lights returned to normal and Dolores was back in her own dress, she stepped off the pyramid which instantly collapsed - the trio underneath her groaning - and wandered back over to her spot, incredibly proud of herself on her sales pitch.

“Perhaps now would be a good time to say that whoever is brought back to life will be brought back by a unanimous vote from each and every one of the contestants.”

Crickets.

All eyes fell on Dolores.

She froze, not blinking. “What?” She squeaked.

“Whoever comes back needs a unanimous vote from all the contestants,” the man repeated, his tone condescending.

You could almost hear the horrified realisation happening in everyone’s mind, but mostly in Dolores’. One of the others, presumably Luisa by the low pitch, snickered.

Dolores stalked up to him, “But if you wouLD HAVE TOLD ME THAT—”

“You wouldn’t have called every one of your potential judges a ‘loser’, crowing about your superiority in song, culminating in you standing on top of them in a human pyramid?” He questioned. Dolores took a step back, swallowing nervously; she looked incredibly guilty. “…That did strike me as an unorthodox strategy.” The man mused, reclaiming his microphone just before it slipped from Dolores’ defeated hand.

He turned away, leaving Dolores to do the same.

She tried to regather some part of her confidence as she faced the others.

All of whom were now back on their feet and in their own clothes. Luisa, the closest, was scowling at her. Camilo didn’t know where to look. Isabela was two seconds away from being sick.

“What?” Dolores tried, innocently.

“‘What’?” Luisa mocked. “You just told your best friend that her greatest achievement in life will be getting high or going to fucking prison!”

“I’m not too bothered about the jail bit, actually. Sounded funny.” Isabela commented.

She walked over to Dolores, grabbing her arm and pulling her aside. It didn’t escape Dolores’ mind that Isabela’s grasp was unnecessarily harsh and would leave a bruise.

“A drug addict?” She whispered. “…Is that really what you think of me?”

“Prima, I was in the moment… Sorry, Isabela! I promise I didn’t mean that was your greatest achievement in life.”

“That’s fine. It only kinda really super hurts but—”

“Do you want to know what I find ‘kind of really super hurts’?” Desconocida asked, suddenly directly beside Isabela. Her voice echoing around the room and porcelain head glowing under the light.

The pair moved away in sync.

“Maybe later, thanks,” Isabela snapped. Her frustration with Dolores slipping out to the wrong person.

Desconocida tilted her head. Isabela took it as her opportunity to leave, walking as far away from Dolores and Desconocida as humanly possible.

“Okay…” Dolores mumbled, also moving away. “So… what I did there.. is exactly the type of thing you shouldn't do in this competition.”

Nobody said anything.

“You guys know I love you,” she tried again. She ran over and grasped her cousin’s arm. “Isabela? I love you. We have been best friends since day one! Even with all the expectations and pressure we had growing up, we still had each to lean on and talk to about anything. All those wonderful memories; I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

Isabela abruptly pulled her arm away.

Dolores changed course.

“Luisa?” The woman in question scoffed. “Oh, Luisa!” Dolores sang as she approached, not quite as sweet as she had been for her older cousin. “I love you. I mean… you challenged my preconceived notion that all lesbians were fun to be around.”

Luisa immediately went to hit her but Desconocida had seemingly reappeared and as soon as she caught sight of the headless doll, she decided that the comment wasn’t worth trying to smack Dolores over.

“Oh, Camilo! Camilo, I love you. You are my brother, who has done so much good for our town! How could I not be proud of that?”

“Well, yeah, I was gonna be an organ donor, so thanks,” he retorted, flat.

Dolores, though a little shocked, took the hint and stepped away.

“And—” she found that Desconocida had already moved, now right beside her, offering her headless doll. Dolores scoffed, turning to the suited man. “Her? I mean, this thing is actually going to get a vote tonight?” She cackled at the ridiculousness of it.

Quickly catching herself, her laughter turned more lighthearted.

“But I love her!” She insisted.

To prove the point, she bent down and pressed a brief kiss to Desconocida’s doll’s severed neck. As Dolores promptly then skipped off - her good deed done - Desconocida turned the doll to face her, staring at the lipstick mark in puzzlement.

“My song was a cautionary tale of hubris,” she went on to declare. “You guys know I love you?”

No response.

“I love you?” Dolores called.

Nothing.

“I love you?! I freaking love you guys!” She screamed, circling the contestants once more. “Okay! Okay! So for my real number, I will be singing a song about how much I love you guys.”

Dolores repositioned herself in the centre, standing as gracefully as any choir singer.

“This song is simply called… ‘I Love You Guys’.” She announced.

A spotlight fell on her and a piano began to play.

Taking a breath, she sang operatically, “I love you guys—”

“OH! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, MAKE HER STOP!”

They all turned straight to the one who had interrupted Dolores: Isabela. In a mix of confusion, shock and relief.

Before anyone could do anything more, the blue suited man spoke up again. “Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal. Born 7th August, Leo: the aggressive nature. Favourite ride: the bumper carts.”

As the lights changed again, the others left, leaving Isabela as the sole focus. While the others had gone willingly, Dolores moved much more begrudgingly and not without throwing a very betrayed look Isabela’s away. She had been the one to interrupt her moment of redemption.

Isabela sauntered around the space, admiring the various photos of her life that appeared. Occasionally gagging at the ones of her in pink and roses, hand-in-hand with Mariano, her ex-fiancé. The realisation slowly setting in that the majority of the photos were like that. The majority of her life had been a lie, that mask of perfection. She had been killed before she could truly live as herself.

The narration continued, “Early on in Isabela’s life, her parents realised two things. The first…”

There was a pause and Isabela was left stood, awkwardly alone. She was a little offended when she realised what he meant. Yeah, she gets it. Everyone worked out she was a lesbian before she did. He doesn’t need to rub it in.

“The second was her passion for all things competition. While other kids played house in harmony, Isabela was determined to be the best pretend mother in the playground. Perhaps, combined with the pressure from such a high status family, is what doomed her down a path of unmeasurable perfectionism.”

As this was being said Dolores reappeared, controlled, in some dark shawl, vaguely reminiscent of their Abuela. Camilo brought on a chair, setting it in the centre of the room, just behind Isabela. She had gone to take the seat herself, assuming that’s what it was for, but she found herself forced there by one of Dolores’ hands on her shoulder. The other hand repositioned her, keep her sat straight and perfect. Not a hair out of place. It way Isabela’s shoulders automatically setting themselves back and holding her head higher that sent a shiver down her back.

Old habits die hard, her mother use to say. Isabela wouldn’t know. She hadn’t lived long enough to truly break from them.

“Isabela was a model for her town and the hope for her future, when her abuela passed. She was to be the best of women, best of brides and wives, betrothed to the best suitor Encanto could offer her, Mariano Guzmán. A match that would have done so much for her family. A match that she failed to deliver on, disappointing everyone.”

Isabela snapped, “You can’t say that—”

She was completely ignored.

The next time she tried to open her mouth, she found she physically couldn’t. Just left to watch in horror - she couldn’t get up with Dolores still holding her in place - as the other placed disgustingly pink bouquets of flowers at her feet.

“Following the reconciliation of the family, Isabela tried hard to pull herself from the chains she had helped build. Determined to find herself as quickly as possible, either as part of a competition or refusing to delve into her feelings too much. The messy, flawed parts of her are buried under the mass of petals and praise that had become so customary. And so she remains, the rose without a thorn. Isabela Madrigal, the most perfect girl in town.”

The lights returned to normal, the others didn’t reappear instantly and so nobody came to collect any of the props surrounding her.

Isabela waited a moment for something to happen, but nothing did. The blue suited man seemed to be more interested in fixing the cuff of his sleeve than even looking at her.

She scoffed, “So that’s it then? I’m either a fucking drug addict or just some flawless angel?”

He hummed thoughtfully, finally flicking his eyes back onto her. “You sound upset. It’s almost like you have lost a competition or something - you don’t have to worry, it is not time to vote for a winner yet. There’s still time for you to plead your case.”

“Listen here, you fucking.. whatever you are, you don’t know anything about me or my life.” Isabela said, stalking up to him so quickly, she almost stripped over the stool leg. “You don’t know what it was like growing up in that family, with real gifts, in that town that kept us away from the rest of the world. I didn’t want to be some perfect flower girl and I wanted to fucking live! I wanted to love, I wanted to feel. I wanted to drink myself to death on the cup of life. You have just picked pieces from my life to share - no mention to my cacti or how I could have done better. Hell, no mention to me being a figure of beauty! Was that not interesting enough for your little narrative?”

The mysterious man barely even blinked at her.

“You judgemental dick,” she hissed. “Happily swanned over Dolores for being able to read a school book, but you have nothing to say for me?”

“You’re right. I feel that now is the perfect occasion for a song about the romancing of the Madrigals’ golden child,” he announced, making Isabela exclaim. Without warning, he handed her the microphone and sent her back to the centre of the warehouse. “Cue the harp, fresh from Isabela’s funeral!”

Somewhere out of sight, Luisa gave a response of “On it!”

Isabela looked appalled. “I don’t want to sing about that!”

“Oh!” Dolores squeaked, suddenly reappearing and running up to take Isabela’s place. “If she doesn’t want to sing, I will happily go again—”

She practically screamed in frustration. “Can you keep your beak out of it for one second, you nosy bitch!?”

Nobody said anything. Isabela took a breath to calm herself.

“Fine,” she supplied. Dolores huffed off, insulted written all over her face. “In my life, I was Isabela Madrigal, Señorita Perfecta of our small town. But… in my dreams, I played a different role. I was a normal woman, in post-war Bogotá.. a hooker with a heart of black charcoal.”

~~~~~~

14th September 1950, six hours before the accident

“Again! I almost had Luisa that time!”

“You wish,” Luisa muttered, ruffling Isabela’s hair as she passed through the exit.

“No, we aren’t going on the bumper carts again.” Dolores complained, rubbing at the back of her neck. “You’ve given me at least twelve cases of whiplash in the past hour, Isa. It’s someone else’s turn to ride with you.”

“You pulled the short straw, hermana. It’s what you get.” Camilo retorted.

Luisa clapped her hand together, making Dolores wince. “So! Where are we headed next? There’s still loads we haven’t been on.”

“I’m not going on anything. Not with Isabela.”

“Don’t be like that, Dolores. We’ve got the whole day to go.”

Isabela twirled on the spot, eyeing up each of the potential rides, stalls and games. If she wasn’t getting to go on the bumper carts again, she was determined to pick the next activity. If she left it to the others, she’d be dragged on something boring where she’d have no chance of demolishing Luisa like she—

“There! Let’s do some of those games!” Camilo pointed to the left hand side.

“I suppose we did promise to win something for Antonio,” Dolores mumbled, already following.

“What?” Isabela exasperated. “You’re just going to do Camilo’s idea?”

Luisa pulled an arm around Isabela’s shoulder guiding her along, “I’m sure we’ll come back to the bumper carts, Bela. I look forward to crushing you again.”

“Bold words coming from someone who was sweating in fear.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

Isabela was expecting that the game stools wouldn’t be of much interest to her. The prizes sure weren’t - what would she do with some ballon animal or doll or plushie? But the bragging she could do if she beat Luisa on one of these, not all of them were tests of strength either; it would be a fair playing field.

Unfortunately for her. They weren’t as easy as they had appeared.

Camilo had given up after failing to knock over a tower of tin cans at one of the stalls, so Dolores had been made to take him to the various food carts, in the hopes of shutting or cheering up her brother. Isabela, always fuelled by competitiveness, refused to leave. And even if she didn’t care about the prizes, she was starting to get a little frustrated by Luisa’s growing haul of items.

Bruno looked very overwhelmed when they next ran into him.

“Um, what exactly do you plan to do with all of those?” He asked. Luisa just shrugged, arms full. “You’re going to leave me with them, aren’t you? Dolores left hers with me.”

Isabela spat out her drink. “Dolores won something?”

“Yeah, some toy ducks, one with a heart on it. She’s going to give it to Mariano later.”

“She probably cheated with her gift somehow.”

“All you had to do was hook the duck on a stick—”

“Nobody asked you, Luisa.”

Luisa burst out laughing, before going on to ask if it was okay for her to leave (at least some of) her winnings with Bruno for a bit. To which he agreed, if Luisa found a more transportable way of moving them.

As Luisa sped off in search of a bag, Isabela took the opportunity to wander around by herself. She wasn’t a child. She could go around by herself. It didn’t strike her as odd at first, but people just kept staring at her and she racked her brain for what exactly could be the reason. Everyone was use to her messy appearance by now, right? And then it hit her. She had never been out in public alone before - she always had Abuela or Mariano right by her side, holding her hand. Even now, she was always with Dolores or some other member of her family. What the fuck was wrong with people? Why couldn’t she walk by herself?

A hand slipped into her own and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Lola, you’re never gonna believe wha—”

She was abruptly turned around and made to face someone who was definitely not Dolores. He was shorter and awkward, and way too close into her personal space. Though he had aged since she had last seen him, she remembered the face of Bubo Marquez, an old classmate of hers and Dolores’.

“Um,” she said. “You’re not Dolores.”

“Oh no, definitely not. I’m Bubo. We use to go to school together?” He asked.

“Yeah, I remember - I know who you are. I’ve seen you around town and stuff…” she glanced around. The townspeople still seemed to be staring at her, though not in object horror as before. If anything they looked pleased. “Can I help you with something?” She managed.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were alone here, so I thought that I might keep you company.”

“Thanks, but I’m actually with—”

She didn’t finish, attempting to look for Dolores. Or Luisa. Or anyone. Just someone who could help her. She wasn’t that far from Bruno a minute ago. Why couldn’t she see him?

“It’s okay,” Bubo was saying, when Isabela started paying attention again. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about being seen with me or anything. I spoke to your mother and abuela yesterday, they were both okay with it.”

Isabela couldn’t breathe.

“Okay with what?” She whispered, unintentionally.

The whispering was immediately taken the wrong way, as Bubo pressed closer against her. Her back hitting a wooden board of some ride behind her, his eyes basically at level with her breasts.

If he had spoken to Mama and Abuela, and she didn’t know about it until now, it had to have been in public. With so much going on, Dolores wouldn’t have heard it specifically and couldn’t have told her about it. That’s why the townspeople suddenly looked so pleased. They knew he had asked, they knew that he was trying to court her. Because, of course, Isabela Madrigal, the most precious flower, must be claimed by some man.

“Ah!” A third voice called. One of the employees of the fairground in a pinstriped suit, smirking down at them from behind a moustache. “Two young lovers! Are you looking for a ride on the Tunnel of Love?”

She raised an eyebrow before looking at the ride she found herself beside. A heart-shaped tunnel full of pretty red boats and an air that smelt of perfume and sweat.

Bubo’s eyes practically sparkled. “Absolutely—”

“No!” She squawked, she suddenly pushed him from her, making him stumble backwards. Before he could catch his balance or try to catch her hand for support, he was yanked straight to the ground by her vines. She hadn’t even created them consciously - they just appeared.

The employee furrowed his brow. “Is everything alright, señorita?”

Everyone was staring at her.

She pulled a hand through her hair, mentally screaming at herself to calm down. Why was she so upset? Why was everyone watching her? Behave yourself, you’re in public, that old voice whispered in her head. What would Abuela say?

She ran, pushing past people in a flurry of jacarandas. Before she knew it, she was crashing into the back of Luisa.

“There you are! I thought you’d gone off to try bribe or threaten someone to let you win one of their games,” Luisa teased, playfully nudging her in the side. “Come back and brag how you had won some ultimate prize, and how much better you were than me.”

Bruno reached a hand for her shoulder. “Is everything okay, sobrina? You look a little—”

“I’m great,” she replied, quickly. The pair of them both looked at her weirdly, clearly unconvinced. She could do this though. She was a good actress if she managed to keep everyone fooled with graceful poses and sweet smiles for so long. She settled her gaze back onto Luisa. “Ha, I tried! Apparently threatening people with cacti isn’t allowed,” she mocked. “Anyways, let’s go find Lola and Milo.”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #my writing #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #mariano guzmán #bubo marquez

[gamerbearmira]

La Ballet Madrigal

Ok so I had this cute little idea that on Antonio’s birthday/ceremony he wanted to do a little something special for it and I decided to write it. 

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It was hard to budge Alma into doing it but eventually she agreed. Ok it wasn’t that hard, Alma could only say no for so long until her ballet bebecitos made her crack. And technically it was his birthday and as the birthday boy he could do whatever he wanted with it. 

And that was doing a small show of what he had learned over the past year. It would be done on Mirabel’s stage, or technically the stage room. His abuela performed on a stage when she was eight, Mirabel performed when she was seven, and luisa performed when she was sixteen. Now at five years old it would be his turn. Kind of like a cute write-a-passage. 

His ceremony would still go on but everyone was invited to casita much earlier for his first performance. EVERYBODY had to come, that includes family so no one was in position for excuses. 

Antonio wore a navy blue button up shirt, baby blue vest with gold animal designs on it, and sky blue tights. He had asked Mirabel if he could wear the ballet shoes she wore for her ceremony and she gladly let him and casita made them smaller for him to wear. No resewing/resizing needed. 

He had also asked luisa if he could wear the feather headpiece she wore when she played the white swan and of course she said yes. Before he even asked Alma, she gave him a magenta beaded bracelet that was given to her by her mama. She had Mirabel wear it for her first performance, then Luisa, then of course, Antonio. 

It was so sweet that he wanted to wear little things from his primas and abuela’s, kind of like little tokens of luck. 

So now he was on the stage, doing the best he could of what he remembered. He was nervous of course, so many people had their eyes on him and expected him to do good, a lot of pressure for a five year old. 

But he stuck to his primas and abuela’s advice;

“Just focus on us and only us, and you’ll be ok”

Luisa’s second tip

“Just imagine everyone in silly costumes”

And he did just that, he only focused on his familia and that made him smile. Alma was right in center, looking as proud as any abuela could for her neito. On her left was his primas, who were silently cheering him on and giving him thumbs up as he went along. 

He tripped and stumbled once or twice but he got right back up and kept going like Mirabel and lulu told him. Apart from those times he kept up with the music and kept balance all the way through. He performed his first solo variation, Blue bird. 

The music had ended and the small boy huffed as he bowed.  The crowd and his familia cheered for him, as always Julieta pulled a bouquet of flowers out of thin air and threw it up to Antonio. The bouquet was an assortment of blue hydrangea and yellow begonias. He of course caught it and waved in the way Alma taught him too. The curtains closed and Antoio walked to the back of the stage and was immediately met with his family. 

Pepa and Felix were the first to give him a big hug, congratulating him, then Dolores and Camilo. After them was the blue family of course. Isabela congratulated him first with a hug and a sprinkle of orange flowers in his hair. Luisa picked him up in a tight hug, Mirabel and Alma following suit. 

“You were so amazing, tonito!” Luisa beamed as the boy giggled in her hug. 

“That was the best show I’ve ever seen, well, apart from Luisa’s” Mirabel chimed in, ruffling his hair and giving him a squeeze too.

“You did so well!” Julieta congratulated as well, but just as she did her daughters, she checked his body for injury too. After he and her daughter reassured her he’s fine she gave him a small peck on the forehead and an arepa.  

“Did I do good abuela?” Antonio looked at his grandmother expectantly as he held a big smile we all love so much. “I did all the turns and spins! And I did the right positions like you taught me!” 

“You did it perfectly just like your primas and me before you, and don’t you worry about your falls, you actually did better than I did for my first time.” Alma patted his head and gave him a forehead kiss. 

“Now, how about we get a picture, Casita!” Alma’s eyes glittered at the thought and Casita instantly brought the camera in for a picture. 

For Mira’s first variation she took a picture with Alma, Luisa did the same after her performance, now it was his turn and Antonio couldn’t be more happy. He always saw the two photos hanging up in the studio next to each other now he had the chance to be right next to them. 

The three four of them posed for a photo; Antonio in front, Alma behind him, Mirabel on her left, and Luisa on her right. 

“La Ballet Madrigal” Alma cheered

“La Ballet Madrigal!” all four of them posed and the picture was taken. 

Everything was perfect in that moment; it almost made you forget Antonio had a door to get to…but not too much. The ceremony went on as planned and the boy finally got his own room…time flies. But Antonio made sure to keep his abuela and Primas close to him all night until he slept…for emotional support. 

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Also, I have a little question. I remember for a suggestion; you said Alma would indirectly pressure Mirabel into doing ballet more. and that had me thinking, would Alma pressure Luisa and Antonio into doing it more too or no?

Also, what would be Luisa and Antonio's favorite ballet shows? I have a little idea that maybe Casita has a way to show different plays such as;

The Nutcracker

Giselle

Swan Lake

Don Quixote

Romeo & Juliet

Little red riding hood

Beauty and the best

and probably many others

Maybe casita shows the plays through a projector of some sort?

SOBBING. CRYING SCREAMING. HE’S SO CUTE WHAT <3333

So funny that they. Literally have to go. Like Alma really got fed up huh 😭 ay but at least homeboy was ready. Just had stage fright but it’s cool. Gotta love Mirabel and Luisa for giving him tips to stay focused and not think about the crowd.

Also???? Loving the idea where for their first performance they wore the bracelet. I also find it funny that that bracelet is older than literally everyone in the family besides Alma. Like she kept it for so long, that it so sweet ‼️😮‍💨

I gave his vest a long tail and. And tried to make it look like feathers. You know so he’s look more like a bird. I think Mirabel would’ve made it. She makes hers, Luisa’s and Antonio’s outfits whenever they have shoes. (Especially Luisa because Mirabel is one of the few who can tailor outfits to fit Luisa).

So. For Luisa and Antonio, it’s not as much. But she is like “it’s a commitment, so you gotta keep it up”. She doesn’t pressure them, but she is like if you’re gonna do it, you gotta come and you gotta practice. For Mirabel, she likes doing it, loves it, but she does feel like she has to. Not on,y to make up for not having a gift, but also because it’s Alma lays her attention when she doesn’t. In the one year from her failed ceremony until she started ballet, Alma kinda avoided her.

So when Mirabel saw that ballet got her attention, she had another reason to continue. It got Abuela’s attention. She was noticed. She got praised. Luisa and Antonio, it’s more like a hobby. A side hustle. They love dancing, especially with Mirabel, so they, especially Luisa, will take time out of their day to go dance, but they doesn’t necessarily feel they have to.

As for favorites uhhhhh. Luisa likes the nutcracker. First time she saw it, she LOVED it, it was also one of Mirabel’s first major roles, she was young Clara. And when she started practicing, Luisa begged Alma to let her play the Sugar Plum Fairy. Of course Alma folded like a wet paper towel. Another Luisa likes is Coppélia. The thought of dressing up and dancing like that of a doll is just. So amazing to her, she loves it. She likes the music too.

Antonio likes Little Red Riding Hood. He unironically likes being the wolf. I’m so serious, he doesn’t care if he’s the youngest and shortest, he’ll still play the role, it never stopped him. His second favorite is Don Quixote.

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto antonio #encanto luisa #ballerina Mirabel AU #ballet AU

[yellowcry]

We don't talk about Julieta

Garish' version of 'We don't talk about Bruno'

There's only lyrical part, maybe I'll make a сhoreography/what happens on the screen later, but no promises as I don't really know how to put everything down

[Pepa:]

We don't talk about Julieta, no, no, no

We don't talk about Julieta, but

It was at Mirabel's ceremony

[Félix:]

It was your sister's ceremony

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready

And there wasn't anything wrong

[Félix:]

Nothing could be wrong

[Pepa:]

Julieta walks out with an angry face

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You're telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]

I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

[Pepa:]

Julieta says, "I won't leave her, no matter what"

[Félix:]

Why had she lie to us?

[Pepa:]

In doing so she broke our hearts

[Félix:]

Abuela gets explanation

[Pepa:]

The next day we found her nowhere

[Félix:]

What a upsetting story, but anyway

[Pepa & Félix:]

We don't talk about Julieta, no, no, no

We don't talk about Julieta

[Camilo:]

Hey, I loved the sound of her planned steaming

I can never hear her muttering or mumbling

I can tell her food was always best

Hey, it's good!

It's a nice lift with a skill so valuable

Always left the village and me comfortable

Grinding with the passion that we couldn't understand

Do you understand?

[Dolores:]

Never is blaring, always in the work

Talks in a caring, and gets to the dark

Yeah, she sees your fear and knows what to do

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don't talk about Julieta, no, no, no

[Dolores:]

No, no

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don't talk about Julieta

[Dolores:]

We don't talk about Julieta

[Townsperson 1:]

She knew my fish would die, did nothing at all

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 2:]

She said I'll grow a gut, and just how she said

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 3:]

She didn't give me food, just look at my head

[Ensemble:]

Hey!

No, no

Your fate is sealed when Julieta's jury complete

[Luisa:]

She told me that she loves me so much

Just like a mother should love her child

She told me my strength would launch

More than my mind can imagine

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano's on his way

[Agustin:]

She told me I won't be alone

That there won't be a capstone

That we'll be together and ever

It's like I see her now

[Luisa:]

Hey sis, can you stay out of this?

[Agústin:]

It's like I can see him now, I wish I could see her now

[Isabela:]

Um, Julieta

Yeah, about my mama

I really need to know about Julieta

Give me the truth behind it all, Julieta

[Felix:]

Mija, your boyfriend's here

[Abuela Alma & Dolores:]

Time for dinner

[Dolores:]

Never is blaring, always in the work

[Pepa:]

It was at Mirabel's ceremony

[Félix:]

It was your sister's ceremony

[Luisa:]

She told me that she loves me so much

[Dolores:]

Talks in a caring, and gets to the dark

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready and nothing was wrong

[Félix:]

Nothing could go wrong

[Luisa and Isabela:]

Just like a mother should love her child

[Dolores:]

Yes, she sees your fear

[Pepa:]

Julieta walks out with an angry face

[Luisa:]

She told me my strength would launch

[Dolores:]

Knows what to do

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You're telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]

I'm sorry mi vida go on

[Luisa:]

More than my mind can imagine

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano's on his way

[Pepa:]

Julieta says, "I won't leave her, no matter what"

[Félix and Isabela:]

Why had she lie to us?

[Dolores:]

Never is blaring, always in the workk

[Luisa:]

She told me that she loves me so much, just like a mother should love her child

[Agustin:]

She told me I won't be alone, that there won't be a capstone

[Pepa:]

In doing so, she broke our hearts

[Félix:]

Abuela gets explanation

[Dolores:]

Talks in a caring, and gets to the dark

[Agustin:]

That we'll be together and ever, and ever...

[Dolores:]

Yeah, she sees your fear and knows what to do

[Pepa:]

The next day we found her nowhere

[Félix:]

What an upsetting story

[Agustin, Luisa, Mirabel and Isabela:]

And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine

[Ensemble:]

He's here

Don't talk about Julieta

[Isabela:]

Okay, what the hell does it mean?

[Ensemble:]

Not a word about Julieta

[Isabela:]

Maybe I shouldn't have brought Julieta...

#encanto #garish au #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Time to Rest

Madrigal!reader x Luisa and Julietta (Platonic!)

This is my first time writing any reader insert, or indeed any fanfiction ever! I hope I’ve not done too terrible a job, haha :D

It was early in the morning, the sun not yet making an appearance in the sky... and already you wanted the day to be over. An intense feeling of dread swirled in your stomach as you threw the covers off of you. You ran your hands across your face as you thought about all the chores you had to do today. Abuela expected so much of you... everyone did.

Quickly you slipped on your favourite outfit, trying hard not to think about how awful you’d feel by the end of the day, before forcing a bright smile on your face as you opened your door. “Good morning, Casita!” You greeted your home the same as always, and Casita replied with the wave of their tiles as usual.

Heading down into the village to get a head start on your chores before the family gathered for breakfast, you headed for a small house on the corner. Dolores had told you at dinner yesterday that she heard the family’s two babies had kept their mother awake all night for the past two nights. Abuela (of course) heard this too, and had already promised your help to her.

You knocked gently on the door, wringing your hands in your clothes and taking a shaky breath in and out as you waited for it to open. As it opened, you were greeted by a miserable woman with heavy, dark eye bags. She lead you in slowly, but it was you who guided her to the sofa.

Sitting down beside her, you took a deep breath and carefully held onto her wrists, letting your eyes shut as you felt the chill inside you growing, as you transferred your energy over to the tired mother, sucking in her own exhaustion. The mother made an surprised cry, and you opened your eyes to find her beaming at you. As the room swayed with you, you let go of her arms, trying to smile in return.

This was the problem with your gift that no one else seemed to realise. Your source of energy was finite, like everyone else, and taking everyone’s fatigue into you was too much sometimes. You often sneaked an arepa from your Mamá’s tray, though you knew they couldn’t fix your exhaustion. They provided a temporary boost, but sometimes that was enough for you to make it to the end of the day.

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly shook your head slightly, fixing a smile on your face. You couldn’t show how you really felt for a single second. You were fine. You were totally fine. The mother thanked you profusely again, and you headed back to Casita for breakfast.

Much of the day continued in the same way, being in the village with a queue of people waiting to have their tiredness taken away by you. Bitterly, you wondered how on Earth they could be tired when they had your family to do everything for them. You glanced over at Isabela creating her beautiful flowers, your younger sister Mirabel with the village children, your mother healing the village folk, and finally your gaze landed on Luisa. She was carrying a huge pile of bricks, to be used for rebuilding something, and your eyes narrowed as you noticed her frown. It was there for a split second, but it was definitely there.

Despite your own fatigue steadily growing, you’d take on the burden of 1000 people if it would help your sisters. “Excuse me for a second.” You said to the vicar who was next in line, before moving off towards Luisa’s direction.

Before you could reach her though, Camilo jumped out in front of you, making you squeak in shock. “Hey… my favourite primo/a!” His voice was exaggerated, and you raised an eyebrow at him, suspecting he wanted something from you. “What? You are! Can’t I say you’re my fave?” You pursed your lips, and hummed, still not buying it, too tired to banter with him. “Okay, fine, I need your help.” And… there it was. “How?” “I was babysitting again and I’m so tired…” He trailed off, clearly expecting you to take the hint. You sighed, wondering if you’d have any energy left to help your older sister Luisa before you had to hide in your room and try to nap to regain some energy before Abuela found out. “Alright… Give me your arms.”

He held out his hands towards you and you gently wrapped your own around his wrists. You found it was best to use a pulse point when using your gift. You closed your eyes and concentrated, grimacing as you felt the familiar chill. “Hey, thanks Y/N!” You struggled to open your eyes as Camilo’s cheerful chirp pulled you back to reality. “No worries…” You mumbled, letting go of his arms and wrapping yourself in a self-hug.

“You okay?” A soft touch on your shoulder made you flinch away. “Yeah... sorry.” You muttered, ashamed of your reaction. Since your gift was controlled by touch, physical contact freaked you out when you weren’t the one initiating it. Your gaze flicked over to where Luisa had been, and you frowned when you saw her rapidly moving away from you. “Sorry Camilo, got to go. See you later.”

Jogging towards your sister, you put your hands on your chest as you found yourself unusually out of breath, calling out “Hey, hermana! Wait up!” Luisa just barely slowed her pace, and you could hear your gasping by the time you caught up with her. “What is it, Y/N? I’m really busy with these bricks, and I have loads to-” “I can help.” You cut her off, throwing your hand out towards her to hint at what you wanted to do for her. “But, don’t you-” “Please, let me help you.” You pleaded, giving your sister puppy dog eyes. “Maybe I... Alright.” A ghost of a smile appeared on your face, as you walked with your sister until she was ready to put the bricks down in the right place.

You held her hands, lightly squeezing them in a show of support, before shifting your hands higher up to her wrists, screwing your eyes tightly shut as you concentrated doubly hard to do a good job for your sister. “Thank you, Y/N”, you smiled, just as Luisa was called away and off she bounded. You were glad of it as the world tilted with you. You felt your vision greying, but though you were exhausted it was worth it to help your family. You headed back to Casita to lie down, forgetting about the queue of people waiting. The vicar called out to you, and ears began ringing as you tried to ignore the sound. He grabbed your wrist to get your attention but this was too much for you to handle. You swayed on your feet before everything faded to black, and you collapsed onto the ground.

Luckily, Luisa was still nearby and was alerted by the gasps of the villagers. “Y/N? Y/N!” Luisa called your name, worry etched into her forehead. Her job was to protect you, her younger sibling, and she had failed. “Can you give us some room?” She called out to the villagers who gathered to look at what was going on. She should never have accepted your help, she was the strong one, she should have been able to handle everything herself. “Y/N, can you hear me?” Luisa pulled you into her arms, picking up with ease, guiding your limp head into the safety of her chest. “Please be okay...” She murmured to you, as she stood up and rushed towards your home. Your Mama would be able to help, she was sure. “Dolores!” She called out to thin air, knowing your prima would hear it wherever she was. “Emergency! Get Mamá ready with her arepas, please!” Luisa hoped that Julietta would have a fresh batch ready by the time you both arrived at Casita.

Since you still hadn’t regained consciousness, Luisa picked up her pace, bounding up the hill to get you home safe and in bed. If she had her way, she wouldn’t let you move an inch for the rest of the week. She felt so guilty that she might have been the reason you were passed out.

Dolores had already heard your collapse, and had pieced together what had happened before Luisa said anything. Abuela was alerted to the situation as she walked passed the doors and saw the glow from your own flickering, just for a moment, frowning as Dolores ran past her to tell Julietta.

“Mi bebé?” The colour drained from your mother’s cheeks, as she rushed to finish her batch of arepas in the kitchen for you. Her oven gloves were still on as Julietta came rushing down to meet Luisa at the door, Casita opening it for the incoming Madrigal siblings.

“Dios mío!” Your mother rushed forward, removing one of the gloves, to reach up and feel your forehead as Luisa adjusted her grip on you. She flinched as it felt scalding hot to her, and her brows furrowed. “Let’s get Y/N upstairs, quickly.” Casita gave your family a little boost up the stairs and opened your flickering door, where Abuela was hovering. Julietta ignored her, her only concern right now was you. Luisa gently set you down on your bed, pulling the covers over you before kneeling down beside you, worried eyes flitting between you and your mother.

“Casita, I need a-“ A wet flannel was thrust into Julietta’s vision, she grabbed it quickly and softly patted your face with it, before laying it across your forehead. Finally, she looked up to see her own mother who was looking concernedly at your door. “Thank you, Mamá.” Abuela opened her mouth to speak when you gently moaned and shifted in the bed, gathering everyone’s attention. “Mi corazón?” Julietta sat down on the edge of your bed, soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You could hear voices, but you couldn’t tell where they were coming from. You wanted to open your eyes to see who it was, but you were finding it so hard to open them, as you managed a mere flutter before they closed again. “Uh… Mama?” Luisa turned to Julietta, with wide and searching eyes. “It’s alright, Luisa. Just give Y/N some time.”

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, but eventually you managed to force your eyes open, wincing at the bright light. “Hey, hey Y/N, shhhhh…” Your mother soothed you, “There we go, it’s alright mi vida, it’s alright.” Softly, she caressed your cheek.

Luisa gently grabbed under your arms, trying to be as gentle as possible as she shifted you up, the bed dipping as she sat down on it, allowing you to use her as a headboard and support. Her arms wrapped around to support you, as your head rested on her shoulder. “Here, mi vida, eat this.” With bleary eyes, you see an arepa being offered to you, and you open your mouth to receive it.

The warm nostalgic flavour seemed to spread across your entire body, instantly comforting you. The fever had gone at least, and your mother’s arepa managed to provide you a little energy boost, but not enough. You watched the concerned faces of your family, and though you tried to smile and pretend you are okay, you were still too tired to hide how who felt. The tears started rolling down your face before you could stop them.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, flinching away from your mother’s hand as she reached out to wipe the tears away. “I’m sorry I'm not strong enough for Encanto.” Julietta and Luisa shared a look, as if both their hearts were equally breaking at hearing you apologise. “No, it’s okay. You’ve done more than enough for us.” Luisa murmured softly, and you calmed down a little as the vibrations of her voice reverberated through her chest and tingled in your back as you leant against her. “Just rest now, mi vida. I’m going to go get you some tea. Stay there.” Your mother said, as she stood up from your bedside, smoothing down your blanket before leaving towards the kitchen.

“Luisa?” You muttered under your breath, turning your head to look up at her. “Yes?” “Can I… Can I hug you?” You asked, watching her expression intently. Luisa’s mouth fell open in shock, you had never wanted to hug her… not since your gift ceremony. She wrapped her arms tightly around you in reply, and you smiled at her before allowing one arm to snake up to rest on her shoulder as you let your head nestle into the crook of her neck. “Thank you.” You whispered, this time staying perfectly still as your sister wiped your tears away.

You felt safe and protected by Luisa’s strong arms around you, and knowing that, you allowed the exhaustion of your gift to take over. You let your eyes close, and allow yourself to just breathe.

Julietta returned soon with a tray of tea, and smiled at the sight she saw. “Mama...” Luisa whispered, eyes wide as she found herself trapped under you, now asleep and finally resting. “Mama... I don’t want to move and wake Y/N, but...” Julietta’s smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she set the tea down by the bedside. “Then don’t move at all, mi vida.” She quietly laughed, as she sat down on the other side of your bed, coming to join the hug and the quiet, precious moment. Gently, she stroked both your own and Luisa’s cheek, and with a tender smile, she whispered. “I am so proud of you both.”

#encanto x reader #encanto imagine #luisa madrigal x reader #julietta madrigal x reader #encanto fanfiction #platonic reader insert

[queenofthedisneyverse]

Deceiver Chapter 1 - Villain Camilo au (rewrite)

TW: Some cussing

As always Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. Questions are fine as well.

Special thanks to @miracles-and-butterflies and @evostar for the inspiration.

These past several months have been the best fun Camilo has ever had. He bonded a little more with his family and that's the best thing he could ever ask for. Pranking people with Isabela, games with Dolores & Antonio, relaxing/talking about whatever with Mirabel/Luisa, and writing stories with his new Tio Bruno. Ok, well he's not new but still.

Not only that, but he's not forced to perform or babysit some random kid anymore. Don't get him wrong, he loved performing and babysitting but...it was getting a bit much for him.

A few years after his ceremony, it became expected for him to perform. To make people laugh. So much so that people would actively seek him out in hopes for him to make them laugh.

After he turned nine, he was given children to babysit. A few cousins on his papa's side of the family. No biggie. But after that, word spread around the Encanto, and he just became the designated babysitter of the place.

2, 3, 4, sometimes six or seven kids at a time that he was forced to look after. And at the time, he couldn't refuse. The family image was on the line and wanted to make abuela the miracle proud.

So, he dealt with it. All the times he wanted to relax he had to perform to make crowds or kids happy. If you need an extra Luisa you can just go to him. He can’t mimic her build and the strength she would have without her gift to help carry or lift whatever you needed…To hell with his own relaxation. 

“Hey, it's Camilo! Tell us a story,  we know you have a good one to share”

“I’ve been down lately, say something to lift my spirits”

“Say something funny, I'm so bored!” 

Any time he tried to refuse he would be peer pressured into it. Or told how he was supposed to help. Sometimes he would get scolded if he said no too many times.

"You are a Madrigal for god's sake, you can't help me for a couple of hours?"

"Just take Elicia now, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"

"What's with the attitude?!"

"You watch that attitude young man, or I'll tell Alma how rude you've been."

And usually, when asked to go to a certain place, he usually has to be someone else.

"Hey, I need you to be me for a couple of hours. I do not want to go to that wedding"

"Can you be me at my sister's birthday party? I really don't want to go"

"I need you to be me and go on a date with my girlfriend. She's really been getting on my nerves lately and I just need to break"

"You're Camilo Madrigal, right? Turn into Isabela and do something funny"

Just constant pressure to be that happy go lucky town jester, doppelganger, and babysitter. Not to mention that his gift was taxing on his body. Every shift took more energy out of his body but how was he supposed to explain that? To children especially?

All the food he ate would barely even give him the energy he needed because he would be out of it two hours after breakfast or lunch.

There were days where just wanted to pass out from exhaustion, but he couldn't, you know why? Because he was Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal's grandson, a bearer of the Miracle his abuelo died to give.

He was never allowed to be sad, angry, or any version of upset. Just a happy sunshine boy who would make you smile if you demanded asked him to. Camilo can’t even remember when he actually let himself feel anything besides joy.

But after the magic left...that all stopped. And even when someone tried to pin a child on him, one of his parents, sister, or primas would shoo the person away in their own way.

Things were getting so much better for him and the family as a whole. Sure...there are some issues that haven't been said on Camilo's part but...he has all the time in the world to say something right?

He has all the time in the world to tell his family that he has trouble understanding who he is. How he has trouble seeing who the person is in the mirror when he looks at it. When he looks in the mirror he’s too scared to see whether it’s himself or someone else hiding underneath. 

How he still has issues letting himself feel negative emotions but…the magic isn't going to come back to distract everyone. So everything is going to go great.

-

Camilo watched as his hermanito gave Mirabel the doorknob. His smile widened and his heart swelled at the wholesome sight. As she walks up to it, they all come close.

"We see how bright you burn"

He sings with his family. He, his Hermana, and parents smiled warmly at her. 

"We see how brave you've been"

"Now see yourself in turn"

Mirabel's sisters and parents do the same. Everyone in the family, including Abuela, looks at her proudly. She finally makes it up to the new family door. Tio bruno now stands beside tia julieta and tio agustin. Man, has he grown since the start of all this. Still a little skittish and scared of people but he’s genuinely trying and making progress. 

All of them stay behind her, silently showing that it's her time to shine. She puts the doorknob in the hole and as soon as she does, magic sparks from it. Camilo's heart raced with fear...this isn't happening. He watched as the magic swirled around the house and all over the Encanto. Feeling the magic pulsate through his veins again.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No! No! No!

NO!

This can't be happening right now. Not after all this time, it can't be. The magic felt agonizingly warm within his body. He never wanted to feel this warmth ever again in his entire life. 

"Hola Casita!" Mirabel smiled and waved at the home.

The happy house started making music with its tiles, doors, windows, and anything else it could finally control again. With so much excitement, Casita bounced the stone floor under Mirabel and welcomed her in first.

"Come on! Get in here!"

Casita did the same for everybody and slid everyone in using the ground they stood on. The joy was ultimately infectious to everyone but Camilo. He was still trying to process what the hell was going on. 

"Calm down Camilo, our gits aren't back. It's just Casita, that's all" He thought to himself as everyone was piled in. "Surely, they wouldn't come back...right?"

Boy was he wrong, one by one, gift by gift. Isabela got her flower powers, Antonio could speak to his animals, Luisa got her super strength back. Pepa was happily dancing with small bits hail over her head. Felix cheering her on as always.

That must mean...no, no no no, it didn't. It couldn't have. He's happily gift less.

But he knew his gift was back. He could feel it in his very soul. Camilo was scared, frightened even. Does this mean things will go back to how it used to be?

Was he going to be the town jester and doppelganger and babysitter again? Was he now going to constantly be told to be someone other than himself?!

No, no, he won't let that happen.

Camilo looked around at the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and jovial while he was in a state of turmoil. Milo was feeling overwhelmed. He has to make this stop. He has to-

Suddenly, the tiles under his feet moved him to the center of the courtyard. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

Wait, what's happening?! he thought as his eyes looked around confused. The family all posed as the camera was brought out and bounced over to them with a rat on top of it.

"Everyone together!" Alma said cheerfully

Huh?!

"La Familia Madri-" Everyone was cut by Casita making them all huddle in too close together. Resulting in a funny but cute family photo.

After the family broke apart a little bit, Milo was given some space to think. If you could call it that. His mind was practically racing with all those horrible memories of how things used to be. 

Dolores looked at him as she heard his heart racing. To be fair, everybody's hearts were racing but she was the closest to him at the moment.

She looked at his face. He wasn't smiling. He looked perplexed to say the least...and a little scared. Which was odd, this was supposed to be a joyous moment right?

She stepped a little closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. A small way to get his attention.

"Milo...you okay?" She asked softly and quietly, he was close enough for him to hear but quiet enough for others to barely acknowledge.

There's no candle...nothing to snuff out. Nothing to make the magic go away. It's going to happen all over again. No one is going to want me for me anymore. I have to get rid of it. GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! But how?! Did Mirabel bring it back? no...wait, the doorknob...THE DOORKNOB-

"Camilo?!"

Dolores spoke a little bit louder as she nudged his shoulder. Camilo looked at her in shock and looked around. His heart was still going rapidly.

"Camilo are you alright?!" She asked him while she looked into his eyes. She saw panic in his eyes, and he wasn't saying anything...he must be having a panic attack.

Her concerned voice alerted her parents Pepa looked at her son and stepped a little closer, putting her hand on his cheek.

"Mijo, are you okay?"

Camilo finally snapped out of his thoughts "I- I uh...yeah, I'm just...shocked is all" he chuckled nervously. Which wasn't a lie, he was shocked.

"Your heart was going really fast milo, are you sure-"

"I'm sure Dolores!" Camilo answered with a slightly irritated tone. He didn't mean that. Quick idiota, change your attitude "Heh....I'm okay, I'm happy"

Ok, very odd. He was telling the truth but there was something he wasn't saying. Dolores, Pepa, and Felix could see it.

"Mijo...if there's something wrong you can say it." Felix said sincerely.

"I'm fine papa, really"

The party continued and everything was going well. Camilo joined in on the fun as well. But only to appear just as happy as everyone else was. But on the inside, he was feeling everything but happy.

"The magic is back now" a voice in his head said.

"You know what that means," Another voice said.

"Everything will go back to how it used to" another said. 

"You're going to be the villages Mamita and bufón again"

"It'll all go back to everyone never wanting you, just someone who doesn't even act or look like you"

What is happening?! Where are these voices coming from...why are they saying this to me... Camilo thought to himself.

"We're saying it because it's true milo. Everything is going to go back to normal...unless you take that doorknob out of the front door of course."

This was becoming very concerning to him...but he felt like they were right. He didn't want to go back to that, he can't go back to that! He needs that doorknob gone.

When he noticed the attention wasn't on him, he snuck out to the front of the house and stood in front of the door.

It was a happy little door. It had everyone on it as a family. Cami couldn't deny that it was a sweet sight. But he wasn't really in the mood right now for sentimental value. He looked down at the doorknob, staring into it intently. It glowed so beautifully with that 'M' carved into it. Oh, how he hated it.

"Go on!"

"I can't!"

"Just take it already!"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"You want to go back to how things were? At least try it!"

Camilo internally argued with himself for a few more seconds until he reached out and gripped out. He tugged softly the first time, no budge. He tugged harder, still, it didn't budge.

“Puta madre!! Why Mirabel, WHY?! You just have to fuck everything up don’t you?!” Camilo seethed to himself. There was definitely no way of removing the magic this time. That doorknob more than likely wouldn’t budge unless Mirabel herself wanted to remove it. 

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, to punch something ANYTHING! This isn’t fair. He can’t go back to being other people! He can’t go back to babysitting every kid in Encanto without a choice in the matter. 

“I don’t even know who I am at all and it’s all their fault! Those soul sucking ungrateful villagers. I never even got a thank you for watching their kids! Never a “thank you” for pretending to be someone else for them! I'm not going to let anyone force me back into that corner, EVER! I will burn this entire encanto DOWN to the ground before that happens again!”

Camilo’s heart was racing fast as he stared at the glowing door. Those smiles were so adorable…so mocking. He looked at the glowing version of himself “drawn” onto the door. He reached up to it and touched it. 

The door felt sickeningly warm to the touch. He could feel the music from inside vibrating off of it. Milo took his hand away with a scowl etched into his lips. He chuckled but there was no joy in it. Only disdain. 

Before he could think anything else the door swung open and hit him straight in the face, knocking him down. 

“OW!” Camilo groaned as he sat up off the ground clutching his face. 

“Huh? Oh sorry Milo, I didn’t know you were there” A voice said apologetically. Camilo instantly recognized it as Isabela’s. 

He looked up and saw her. She was completely covered in a variety of pollen colors but the most obvious one was dark blue. She held her hand out and Camilo begrudgingly took it. Next to her was a giddy and bouncy Antonio. 

“Did you kick the door open?!” He said as he rubbed his hurt nose. 

Isabela shrugged, “Yeah, lo siento. Now come on, Casita said that some of us have new additions to our gifts. Antonio wants you to try something”

Camilo looked down and was met with Antonio’s beaming face, “Cami! Dolores can turn her gift off when she wants too, that’s so cool right?! Isabela can make all kinds of plants now, even poisonous ones! I’m not sure what I or mama or Luisa can do yet but I want you to try something!”

Camilo took in all of that information and reminded himself that he wasn’t smiling, so he pretended that he was just as happy as Antonio, “Oh really? Well, what do you want me to try?” 

“Try shapeshifting into animals por favor!” 

Milo was taken back by that, animals? He remembered trying that once as a kid and nothing happened. 

“I- I don’t know tonito-”

“Pleeeeeease!” Antonio begged with that adorable smile and big eyes. Who can say no to that

Camilo sighed and kneeled down to be at his hermanito’s level “fine, any specifics?” 

“A jaguar, like Parce!” Antonio bounced with anticipation and joy. 

The teen boy looked up at Isabela, who just shrugged and put a hand on her hip as she waited. He looked back down at Antonio and stood back up. 

“Well…worth a shot” Camilo shrugged and closed his eyes. 

Milo focused on the image of Parce in his head and breathed a deep sigh. His eyes closed and breathing calm. After ten seconds he opened his eyes. He looked at Antonio and up at Isabela, then down at the ground.

Paws…he sees paws! He tried to circle around but he would just trip over himself seeing as it’s the first time he’s walking in cat form. But that didn’t deter him at all. He was ecstatic. 

“I- I did it! I turned into jaguar! I can shift into animals-”

“Pffft-” Isabela snickered and Antonio giggled at the sight. Camilo assumed it was because he was walking funny. Nope.  

“You missed a spot primo!” Isabela pointed at her face

“Que?”

“Your head isn’t a jaguar head. And you have a human backside” Antonio giggled. In a quick pace, tonito asked Casita to open the front door. The house obliged and did what it was asked. Before Camilo could get a word out Antonio shouted that everyone come see Camilo in a jaguar form. 

“No wait! Don’t!” Milo wasn’t a fan of his weird shifting quirks. They always acted up at the worst times and he hated it. Now was one of those times. The more he tried to shift back into any other animal or just himself he would just shift into a different animal with strange human likeness. 

By the time people were outside they saw the amalgamation that was a half donkey, horse, and teenage boy. It caused people, especially his family, to laugh at this shifting quirk. It was causing him to panic and shift more uncontrollably. 

He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be the town entertainment again. Milo stopped to focus on the ground. In this form his legs looked to be a donkey's legs, horse torso, and a capybara face with his normal hands and hair. 

Alma came up to him with tears in her eyes as she chuckled, “aye milo, still trying to make everyone laugh I see” 

This isn’t happening right now…it couldn’t be. He wanted this to be a horrible dream but all of it felt too real to be. The laughs were so loud and annoying. His heart was beating really fast and all he could do was just look around in embarrassment. 

Pepa saw the panic in his eyes and her smile quickly faded, as well as her rainbow. She quickly walked over to him. Felix noticed her expression and followed suit. 

Pepa stood by him and patted his head in order to calm him down “Cami, you alright?” 

Camilo looked up at her and looked back at everyone else. He was not okay. He needed to not be the center of attention right now. He tried to shift into his human form but that just caused so much more embarrassment for him. 

Not to mention that all of this unorthodox shifting was hurting him. His bones and skin just shifted into so many things so many times. It was painful. 

Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE STOP! He thought to himself. With a final scream of frustration he finally shifted back into himself. He checked himself over. Normal hands, normal face, normal body, normal feet. 

His breathing was quick and uneven. His heart beating a thousand beats per second. And…he was crying. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his body was shaking. 

“Camilo” Felix looked down at his son with concern and bent down to pick him up by the arm. “Hey, hey mijo! Breath, look at me!”

The teen couldn’t hear him. In fact, Camilo could still hear and see the villagers laughing at him. Even if they weren’t anymore. The laughter got louder and louder to him, never stopping. 

This frightened Camilo and he ran past all of them. Pushing and knocking over whoever he can to get inside Casita. The voices calling out to him were unheard as he rushed up Casita’s stairs and into his room. 

It was still the same as it used to be. A large theater with a big stage. The only difference was that the lights were much brighter than they used to be. And they were directly on him and followed his every movement as he ran past the audience seats and on top of the stage. 

He moved the curtain back and his old king sized bed was there with all of its yellow, orange, and red pillows, blankets, and sheets. On the right of his bed was a large rectangular mirror with the classic round light bulbs decorating all sides of it. 

“Casita…please,” Camilo whimpered as tears fell down his cheeks. Laughter was still echoing in his head. “Make it stop!”

He covered his ears like his hermana used to when noise became too much for her. 

Why is this happening to me?! I just want things to be normal! Why can’t I be normal, why can’t this family be normal?! Camilo fell to his knees and tightened his hold on his head. 

Why did Mirabel have to touch that fucking doorknob! This is all her fault, her fault, her fault, HER FAULT! Everything was fine before that. My life was going to be normal and now it’s back to how it was! Those people are going to use me again…no…

Camilo’s eyes widened as he stumbled upon a thought, “Those people…those ungrateful ass people! How dare they laugh at me?! After all the turmoil I went through to make them happy…that’s how they repay me” 

The teen boy chuckled, then giggled, and soon he started to laugh. Loudly and Maniacally. This was it, Camilo finally snapped. 

“I’ll make them pay”

On the outside of his room, Dolores was downstairs at the kitchen table trying her best to listen in on her hermano. But she couldn’t hear anything. She did hear him crying but then it just stopped as quick as it started. The only thing she could hear was his heart beat. There was a thought that he was just doing this to get attention but Camilo would never do that. 

“Do you hear anything?” Pepa asked with concern in her voice. The only reason she didn’t barge into his room is because Felix stopped her. He wanted to see him too but didn’t want to overstep a boundary. 

Dolores shakes her head, “No, mama his room is soundproof” 

Antonio looked up at his hermana and parents, “Is he gonna be ok?” 

Felix looked down at his youngest son sympathetically, “He’ll be ok mijo, he was just uh…a little embarrassed”

“A little my ass” Pepa thought to herself as she was stroking her braid. A small gray cloud over her head. 

“He was crying though” Antonio doubted and sank back into his chair a little bit. 

The table went quiet as everyone went into deep thought. He looked really panicked, hurt (both physically and emotionally), and embarrassed. Most of them thought he may have been having a panic attack but Dolores informed them his heart rate has slowed down. Which was also a calming thing to know for her as well.

“If I was in his situation I would’ve cried and ran off too” Bruno admitted quietly as he fiddled with his fingers. 

Camilo breathed in a deep sigh and stared at himself in the mirror. For once in a long time, Camilo saw his face staring back at him. He was sure of himself now…and knowing that put a sinister smile on his face. 

He tilted his head as he noticed something…man he needed a wardrobe change. 

I need a better style than this. Oh! I know Mami and Dolores would love to help me with that! Tonito and Papi would too. Milo stood up and walked away from the mirror, swiping the curtains out of his way and walked down the stage stairs. 

Once he made it out of his room he closed his door lightly and leaned his back on it.  A big and chipper smile appeared on his lips. A soft and happy voice to go with it. 

“Dolores, can you and Mami come upstairs please? I want a makeover”  

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Redesign/wardrobe ideas are welcome.

#encanto au #encanto deceiver au #au #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #Youtube

[radation]

Affection

Lee mirabel ler Isabela dolores and Luisa

(Scenario mirabel has lately not been receiving any affection from her elder sisters nor her cousin Dolores minus the “hello “ and “how are you” she wanted to spent time with them just them time and so she gets a little more than what she’s asking for)

It was a day like any other, Antonio was sorting out the mole issue and Luisa was returning the donkeys back to their fence

Mirabel was strolling down the village greeting everyone and after being in the village for a few minutes she headed back to the casita because she wanted to admit her craving for affection to her elder sister and cousin but she wasn’t sure how she was going to do that

Mirabel wasn’t focusing until she bumped into Luisa, ofc Luisa being the strong one she didn’t fall over but mirabel’s did

“Cmon mira think THI-OW!”

“Oh my god, are you okay mira?” Her elder sister asks worried

“Yes I’m fine” she says giggling standing up removing the dust off of her

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Luisa I’m fine”

“Alright”

Mirabel wanted to bring up the affection thing

“So Luisa uhm, are you….”

Mirabel was trying to tell her what’s going on but the girl couldn’t because the words didn’t come out as she wanted it to

“Lu i know you’re busy but..”

“Are you always busy Luisa…”

If you didn’t know she wanted to ask if her sister was free so they could hang out but was worried since she had plans and didn’t want to waste her sister’s time

“Uhm….no nevermind it was stupid anyway” she said,hands behind her back

Luisa gave a blank stare as if her sister had just said some sort of code but bent down to her sister’s level and placed a hand behind her back and said “I’m your elder sister, you can tell me anything take your time”

With a sigh of relief coming from mirabel she was about to start speaking when isa and Dolores came running to tell them the newest gossip in town, it’s kinda their thing to do

“Hold up guys, Mira has something to say” Luisa told as she stopped bending down returning to her normal height

“Uhm…” she looked as all three girls were waiting patiently for her to talk

“It’s actually about all 3 of you” she hesitated twirling and fidgeting her fingers

In a Sync all 3 girls said “us?”

“Mhm” she said biting her lip

“Well what’s the problem?” Isa asked

Mirabel inhaled then exhaled and said “well you see I’ve noticed that we often don’t spend time with each other like we used to but I don’t know why but we’ve suddenly stopped and it’s really been bothering me and I just wish we would hang out again like we used to, you know like just us. I’ve missed us”

The girls gave a reassuring look towards mira, Dolores cupped her face and said “oh mira you could have told us from before”

Dolores gave Mira a little poke causing Mira to giggle and gave a glance to her prima’s to do the same

They got the message and shared a smirk

“Dolores is right mira, we are your elder sisters you should have told us from before” isabela smiled as she squeezed her side causing Mira to jerk to the other side

“And now we are going to give you what you want” Luisa chuckled as she shot her arm up her armpit

Mira jerked into Isabela’s arms looking up to see a mischievous isabela

“Wahit we can spehnd sometime tohgether another wahy” Mira tried blocking her laughter but couldn’t, she could already feel the tickling

“Aw Mira sweetie we aren’t even tickling u yet and you’re already laughing how cute” Dolores teased as she started to tickle Mira’s stomach

Mira had already turned bright red

“Nohoho waihit doholorehs” Mira buckled not before falling to the ground when isa struck her armpits

“HAHAHAHAHHAAHAH MEHEHERHRHCYHYH”

Luisa came and flipped Mira over placing Mirabel’s head on her lap and pulled her arms up

“Ooh thanks luisa, I could have done it with my plants- wait why don’t I? That will just make this way more fun” and that’s exactly what she did

So luisa came and started to tickle mirabel’s hips, squeezing and kneading but before she did that she told Dolores that if it was to loud, she would let luisa or isa know

Mira jumped arching her back

Luisa knew that was one of mirabel’s death spot so she already knew what was going to happen

Her arms weren’t all the way up just lifted enough so isa can attack her armpits

“IHIHI CAHAHAHNT STOHOHAHAHHAP” mirabel screamed

“Awe Mira, didn’t you say you wanted to spend time didnt you? Well we are now? So what’s the problem?” Dolores teased as she gently tickled her belly

“WEHEH CAHAHAN SPEHEHND TIHIHME AHAHNOHOHTHEHEHEHR WHAHAHY” mirabel squealed

“Awe Mira your squeal is so cute isn’t it?” Isa smirked as she raised a brow before attacking her ribs

Mira blushed at the tease

“Aw look at her, she is turning redder than Dolores’s dress” Luisa teased as she squeezed Mira’s thighs

“NAHAHAHAHA*squeak* STAHAHAHP”

“Did I just hear a squeak?” Dolores grinned as her eyes shimmered with mischief

“How about we deliver a final blow”

“Plehahseh dohohnt”

“3”

“2”

“1”

All 3 girls blew a raspberry on mirabel’s stomach

Isa blowing a raspberry on her right side and Dolores blowing on the left while Luisa blew below her belly button

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAH *snort* WAAHAH *squeal*”

Mirabel had entered a silent laughter and they stopped knowing she couldn’t take it anymore

Isa released her vines letting mirabel free, Luisa wipes the tears away and Dolores rubbing her belly to get rid of the ghostly tickles

It took a while for mirabel to recover but she was alright

“Gohd why”

“Well you asked to spend so we gave it to you didn’t we?” Luisa chuckled

“Yeah actually mirabel i have a question if you wanted to spend time with us why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

Mirabel took a deep breath said “I was scared you would judge me for acting like a kid for wanting affection but im 15”

Mirabel’s didn’t expect it when the girls pulled her in for a tight hug which made her make the little “oof” sound

“Mira we would never judge you” isa smiled

“Yeah Im 21 and isa is 22 and yet we still want affection” Dolores responded

“I never said that I was to old for affection it’s just that I would like a little bit more affection from you guys, not to sound greedy or anything”

Mirabel was interrupted when Luisa cut her off by saying “mirabel you don’t sound greedy, we all feel like we need affection and it doesn’t matter how old you are we all feel like we need a little affection at times and that’s totally normal”

Mirabel smiled warmly

“Say how about we go and eat arepas while talking about the newest gossip in town?” Isa jumped up

All 4 girls agreed and made their way to Dolores’s room and that’s what they did

And mirabel got lots of affection :) (not just from them but her whole family)

The end <3

#encanto tickles #tickle encanto #encanto #finally managed to post this #sorry I’m lowkey obsessed with lee mirabel rn #might make another lee mirabel but we will see

[toaverse]

MODERN AU WHERE MIRABEL GETS A BAYMAX BY ACCIDENT BUT NOW HER MOM DOESN'T HAVE TO SO HARD BECAUSE THERES AN ACTUALLY MEDICALLY TRAINED PERSON (BOT) IN ENCANTO

Thank you, anon!!

Mirabel felt lonely and left out of the family, to say the least. She felt unspecial and talentless...

You see, her Abuela Alma was a respected member of the community and school council.

Her Abuelo Pedro was an inventor before he died.

Her Papá Agustín was a bee keeper and sells honey the town, which was beloved by the community.

Her Mamá Julieta was a well known chef and restaurant owner, which the townspeople regularly visit to eat.

Her Tía Pepa was a known weather reporter who appeared on the news regularly. Her side of the family lived somewhere else, but Pepa was still close with Julieta and Isabela.

Her Tío Bruno was an aspiring author who had written a few books that were on the market. Though he got ostracized from the family after Pepa blamed him for "ruining" her wedding...

her Tío Félix was a beloved dance teacher who taught his students all well known dances, from the salsa to the tango.

Her oldest sister Isabela was a florist who ran her own small flower shop at 21, while also doing a model gig.

Her second older sister Luisa was a personal trainer at a gym at 19.

Her oldest cousin Dolores worked at a bookstore, while also writing her own telenovela. She was also engaged to her long-time boyfriend Mariano.

Her second older cousin Camilo was quite popular in their high school, partaking in drama club, and had gotten the lead in a school play.

Her younger cousin Antonio was still 5 years old, but he already knew he wanted work which involved taking care of animals.

But her? Mirabel Madrigal? She wasn't anything special. unlike her family, she had nothing to offer. What can you do with embroidery anyways?

Mirabel felt like she had no one...

But one day, that changed.

Mira was in her room, home alone again, her parents and sisters being busy with their beloved jobs and careers.

While she was working on a new dress, she accidentally hurts her finger with a needle.

She lets out an "ow", and so Baymax was activated.

"Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion." The robot said, waving at his patient. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how how would you rate your pain?"

Mira looked at the robot for a moment. Baymax must be one of Abuelo Pedro's inventions...

"A 1?" Mirabel answered, holding her hurt finger to sooth the pain. "I'm fine, gracias."

"I cannot deactivate until you say you're satisfied with your care." Baymax said on protocol.

An idea then popped in Mira's head. She didn't have any company, nor even a single friend. And this giant marshmallow was right here. So why couldn't Baymax keep her company until her parents and sisters come home?

"Say Baymax, what do you think of this?" Mira asked, showing the dress she's working on.

"It looks colorful." Baymax simply answered.

That simple answer made Mira crack a smile.

From that day on, the two became best friends.

Whenever the family worked or went out, Mira would activate Baymax to hang out, showing him her embroidery projects, even sewing a ruana for the robot with a marshmallow pattern! :D

But sometimes, Mira would break down in tears, letting out her pain about her feeling worthless compared to the family. In those moments, Baymax would always hug her, telling her it's okay to cry.

Mira was so happy to finally have someone to hang out with and talk to.

Until the family found out...

#baymax au #mirabel madrigal #baymax #toaverse answers #answered ask #encanto au

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Hurt, Chapter 2:

If only I knew, what I know today…

Previously…

Isabela was frozen.

Frozen in shock?

Probably.

Frozen in fear of what they would find under that rubble?

Absolutely.

Dust was still rising from what was left of their home, swirling upwards, and disappearing into the sky.

Her family stood there, shell shocked and silent, staring at what was left of their beloved Casita.

Everything was silent, save for the sounds of their ruined home still collapsing in on itself.

And her mamá's distressed cries.

Her mamá was struggling against her hermanita and her papá, the only thing keeping her from barreling into the still collapsing house.

"No! NO!! LET ME GO!" Isabela had never seen her mamá in such a feral state before. "LET ME GO! Mí bebé-mí bebé, she needs me! Sh-she needs me! She-she's all alone under there, she needs her mamá! LET GO OF ME!! MIRABEL!!!"

"Amor, please, stop struggling!"

By that point, Luisa had let go of their mother. She stood there, frozen, her eyes wide in a combination of shock, fear, and horror.

Tía Pepa had her hands over her mouth, her eyes shining with unshed tears and trepidation.

Dolores took little Antõnio away, a wise choice. He wouldn't have to see his favorite prima being pulled out of rubble.

As they walked away, Isabela could hear him say, "Where's Mirabel? Is she ok? Where are we going…"

Their voices faded.

Her abuela couldn't seem to figure out where to fix her gaze. Her eyes flitted from her ruined home, to her family, until they finally landed on her usually composed, soft spoken, eldest daughter.

Isabela studied her grandmother. She was staring at her mamá, as if she was remembering something. As if she'd lived this once before.

She made a move to comfort her daughter, her arms out, her mouth open, as if she was getting ready to speak.

That was, until pá turned his head sharply in her direction and shot her a glare so deadly, it sent shivers down Isabela's spine.

Isabela remembered a passage she'd read in school a long time ago that had always stuck with her.

"One expression is worth a thousand words."

Her pá's could be summed up in twelve.

He looked at her abuela as if to say, "Don't you dare take one more step, or so help me God…"

Abuela slumped, defeated. Her mouth snapped shut, her arms fell limply at her sides. She took two hesitant steps back, her face grim.

Maybe it would've been better if she was dead.

Agustín’s arms were wrapped fully around their mamá's waist. Her tiny hands were desperately clawing at his larger ones, still in a desperate bid to force herself out of his grip and run full force into the house, but to no avail.

"Amor, the house is still falling! It's too dangerous to go in right now!"

"No! Agustín, let me go!! Mí bebé needs me! Por favor, let me go, let me go, let me go!!!"

"Amor-"

"-Mirabel!"

In a shocking turn of events, their papá sighed, closed his eyes, gave up, and let go.

Their mamá sprinted full force into their ruined home, their pápa right on her heels.

"MIRABEL!!!!"

"Julieta, slow down!"

Nothing would stop their mamá y papá from being with their bebé.

Especially their mamá.

Except for one thing.

No. No, Isabela, you can't think like that. Mira is going to be fine. Just fine.

She had to be.

She just had to be.

They all stood there, waiting with bated breath, for Mirabel to walk out of the ruins hand in hand, with both of her parents.

But some things just weren't meant to be.

Because not even 5 minutes after they barreled into the remains of their home, the screams came.

The sound of her mamá's heart-wrenching wails would haunt Isabela, long beyond her grave.

If only I knew, what I know today…

#encanto #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabella madrigal #luisa magridal #abuela alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto fandom #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback #tw major character death #cool colors family grief #grief tw #dead mirabel madrigal #mourning #im so sorry mirabel #character study #inspired by a song #Julieta's about to have her entire world ripped away from her #denial #trauma

[naoko-world]

For day 6 of the Encantober, a short story with some fluff again! And the Madrigals learning boundaries! And Bruno because I love him!

@encantober-official

Encantober day 6: Hugs

Bruno carefully wandered around in the house, trying to be as discreet as possible. His family tended to be a little too touchy since he came back and it got worse when Casita had been rebuilt. While he appreciated it at first, it started to get very overwhelming with time. Now he didn’t know if he liked being constantly hugged by his family or if he hated it and would prefer staying alone. Just in case, he simply decided to avoid them outside of lunch time.

It wasn’t easy to do though since they were 11 of them and he was alone. But he managed to do it since this morning when he made the decision and he hoped it could continue like that.

He noticed Mirabel coming his way with a glance, making him jump behind stairs to hide from her. She was carrying some clothes in a basket from outside, which seemed very heavy. He hesitated to go help her, but didn’t want to blow up his safety from hug attacks.

Suddenly, he felt someone circling him with their arms, startling him and making him turn around to see it was Pepa, smiling from ear to ear. He froze, hesitating between trying to escape or relax, at the same time feeling really at ease in his sister’s arms and being afraid of not being able to do anything without being hugged again. She claimed loudly “There you are! I wondered where you got to! I just hope you don’t feel bad again, don’t hesitate to tell us so, we’re always happy to support you anytime because we love you.”

He tried to say something but, alerted by Pepa’s voice, Mirabel put down her basket to go hug him too saying “Tío Bruno! You’re here!”

Then, other family members ran to the courtyard where they came to participate to the hug, not wanting to be left out of it. Soon, Bruno found himself circled by Madrigals, having difficulties breathing. He was hesitating to ask them to let him go though because being loved so much felt really good. He was struggling to breathe though, so he managed to tell them “I love you too guys, but if you could...Let me go a bit...”

Saddened, Julieta asked “What? Why?”

Hesitating a bit more, not wanting to hurt them, he replied “Hum...I can’t...Hum...Breathe and it’s...A bit ov-”

“Oh! Lo siento Bruno!”

They all let him go, making him breathe better. He suddenly felt a bit lonely now though. He wished they could hug him again but he really wanted to be able to breathe. He must have had a scary face, because Julieta asked him, worried “Everything is fine?”

He stared at them for a short while, hesitating. But he figured he should try communicating more so he ended up confessing “I’m sorry it’s just...I love you a lot and I’m glad to be actually welcomed into the family. But if I like y’all hugs I think...I mean I can’t walk anywhere without being crushed into hugs by any of you I walk by. I love your hugs like a lot, but I like to breathe too. And if, again, I love being hugged by y’all I’d prefer-”

“You’d prefer the hugs to be from one at a time”, finished Mirabel with a nod, clearly understanding the feeling.

“Or with a maximum of three people. Because then it’s more comfy than bothering.”

Frowning with worry, Pepa asked “Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Well, I was afraid you’d stop hugging me altogether.”

They locked eyes with each other, then Luisa alone stepped up to scooped him with a hug, telling him “Don’t be afraid to talk Tío Bruno.”

Mirabel added “Yeah! We’re here for you, we won’t be angry because you feel bad!”

Then, Isabela continued “Again, we love you and we want you to be happy.”

Thus, before Antonio confirmed “Yeah! We love you a lot, Tío Bruno!”

Every member of the family approved the speech, reassuring him about how they would never hate him for whatever he’d say especially not for a concern of his. It made Bruno smile, incredibly happy to be back into this family. He could almost cry, and he eventually did, joy overwhelming him.

#encanto #encantober #bruno madrigal #hugs #my writing #encanto ficlet #encanto drabble #mirabel madrigal #la familia madrigal #family madrigal #madrigal family #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #antonio madrigal

[miramilocamimira]

I Am My Own Home

(Strength is Physical)

———-

Luisa is the second busiest of her family. The first is her mother. Someone is almost always hurt or needing something moved or fixed or whatever. It’s tiring. She pretty much has no time for anything other than work.

Antonio has a gift, there's a party, she got to see Mirabel which was nice, and she feels weak. Wait, what? It lasts for only a moment but she's shaken. Her legs feel like jelly and her gut is doing somersaults.

She takes a moment to breathe. To collect herself and gather her nerves. She has to tell Abuela.

“Hey, Luisa!” Luisa wants to cry as she hears her name being called.

But Camilo calls her name. Camilo, who is so sweet as to use his duties as an excuse to give her a break some days. Camilo, who is practically the only reason she ever gets to rest. So, instead, she listens.

The house is breaking and Dolores knows. Don't tell Abuela. Two sentences. Of words put together yup. It is frightening.

Camille wants to investigate. Luisa thinks that if this conversation were done after breakfast she’d have kept her mouth shut. That she wouldn't tell life-threatening information to her familia and it'd all be fine.

“I felt weak.” She blurts. Camilo’s eyes widen. He prods for more and she's honestly been so tired that she just does. “Bruno might have answers. Up in his tower.”

Camilo nods and hugs her. Tells her to enjoy a break. She tells him to be safe and watches as he leaves the party.

Luisa hears her name again and yells, “Coming!”

There's so much to do.

——-

Luisa remembers when Isabela would get into mud fights. Abuela would put her in the nicest dresses she could find and Isa would come home half an hour later. She'd be covered in scratches and vines and dirt and whatever else. Mama would laugh and say that she got it from Papa.

She remembers the first time Isabela came home with it perfectly fine. Their parents joked that she must have been possessed. Abuela looked so happy and called her perfect.

Isabela looked kinda empty since then. Rather doll-like if you asked Luisa. She thinks, as she watches Mariano and her sister dance, that they look like two figurines in a music box.

She doesn't know what to make of it.

————

The party ends and as she crashes into her bed, she prays that tomorrow everything will be okay.

———-

Camilo thinks he may hate Bruno. Not because of anything the man did but because there. Are. Too. Many. STAIRS. When he finally makes it to the top, he collapses and takes a breather.

Maybe he should exercise more before he goes on another adventure.

————-

In the midst of the night, the candle flickers and Mirabel cries. Mariano holds her tight. She sobs as he consoles her.

She falls asleep in her brother’s arms.

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#mylo wrote #mylo writes #isabela encanto #encanto #madrigalcest #antonio encanto #dolores encanto #mirabel encanto #encanto fanfic #dolobel #dolores x mirabel #luisa madrigal #camilo encanto #fanfiction encanto #i am my own home #mirabel & casita #mirabel is the miracle #mirabel is casita #mariano guzman #Mariano & mirabel

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Fourth part to Intertwining Threads of Gold, based on a prompt by @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up.

The one where Mirabel becomes matriarch.

With Isabela grounded and Mirabel being a cause for concern, Bruno, Luisa and Dolores try to workout what is going on.

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Intertwining Threads of Gold IV

Bruno sat down with a yawn. “Well, yesterday was a bit unexpected, wasn’t it? I mean, I would have said something if I’d seen it coming, I promise, hermana… Are you doing okay, Juli? Have you spoken to both girls yet? Gotten to the bottom of it? I have to say, Isabela is taking this grounding thing better than I thought she would. Though if I knew Luisa was hunting me down, I’d probably hide away in my room too.”

“I’m Mirabel, Tío.”

Bruno jumped a little, doing a double take.

“I… I knew that,” he said. “I know which one you are. I can tell you two apart.”

Mirabel didn’t say anything in response. To be fair, she was busy playing a game of chess with Dolores, who also remained in silent concentration.

The pair were equally matched in intelligence and their matches (though rare) were incredibly precise and tedious to watch. Bruno cleared his throat after a moment, getting bored.

“So… about yesterday?” He ventured.

“Yes?” She inquired, not taking her eyes off the game.

“Your leg didn’t look great.”

“It’s fine. I was healed.”

“It was pretty torn up. Like, really bad.”

“I know. I saw; I felt it.”

“You fainted twice.”

“I can’t really help being squeamish.”

“Isabela seemed pretty upset.”

“I don’t know why that was.”

“I think I do. She’s been very against this matriarch thing recently.”

Mirabel looked up at that.

“Is there something we should know?” He asked.

“About what?” She questioned, sounding nervous.

“Just… Has Isabela said or done anything else to you that we should know about?” Bruno clarified. “I know, she’s your sister and you don’t want to make her look bad, but we kinda need to know what we’re telling her off for, you know? And we don’t want her putting any doubts in your head. We know it’s—”

“Pass it to me, hermanito!”

“You keep cheating, Camilo!”

He looked away, briefly distracted by whatever game Antonio and Camilo were playing outside, Mirabel took in a sigh of relief.

“No. This is the first time Isabela has spoken to me about this. I’m sure it’s nothing and it will pass, but I’ll let you know if she does so again.” She answered, gently.

Bruno nodded. “Thanks, kid. Sorry for distracting you. You can carry on with your chess match now.”

Well. That was easy.

He had gotten Mirabel to talk - honestly Julieta and Agustín make it sound like it’s impossible, they are so dramatic - and she’d promised to let him know if Isabela got out of hand again.

He was proud of himself.

Dolores hummed, teasingly. “Careful, primita. You might actually have to use one of your other pieces if something happens to your last pawn.”

“It is only a worthless piece. I doubt the others will care about the thing if it died,” Mirabel muttered under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I heard you—”

“I was just thinking out loud, prima.”

“I swear to God, if you’re giving the pieces feelings now—”

Mirabel took Dolores’ queen.

“Your turn, Dolores.” She said, quietly.

The older grumbled, “That was my favourite piece.”

Satisfied that she was okay, Bruno pulled himself back on to his feet to go brag reassure to his sister.

He stopped in the doorway though, knocking on the wall for Mirabel’s attention as he poked his head back in.

“Just in case Isabela is making you doubt yourself, just remember that we picked you to be the next matriarch for a reason. You are exactly what this family needs.”

Mirabel nodded slowly, eyes misty. “Thank you, Tío.”

Yeah, he was very proud of himself.

He makes his way towards the kitchen wanting to reassure Julieta and Agustín that Mirabel was okay after that successful conversation. Maybe it isn’t just Luisa who has the superpower of getting Mirabel to open up.

Maybe he should try speaking to Isabela too.

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“We need to talk about Isabela.”

Luisa rolled her eyes. “Don’t you start as well. I’m not apologising to that bitch. She deserved it. She hurt Mirabel. Mira’s leg was completely mangled.”

“Not about that, which we have already told you several times was an accident and you slapping her in the face was uncalled for,” Dolores corrected. “I meant, we need to talk about Mirabel and the matriarchy. I’m starting to think Isa was right.”

She didn’t get time to argue as her cousin had already invited herself into her room and sat down beside her on the bed.

“You’re wrong.” Luisa says. “Mirabel wants to be matriarch. She has said so herself.”

“Lying and acting—”

“Aren’t skills Mirabel has.”

“Being in denial then?”

“She would have told me.”

“You know what she’s like—” Dolores tried.

“She would have told me.” Luisa insisted, firmly.

Luisa hoped that Dolores would get up and go.

Who was she to tell her about her sister anyways? Doesn’t she have her own younger siblings to look after? Isn’t one of them literally in a mood at the minute about this whole matriarchy thing?

“What if we’re looking at this the wrong way?” Dolores pondered, out loud.

“I told you already, she isn’t—”

“I know. Maybe Mirabel does want to be the matriarch and that is the truth. But why? Because she certainly didn’t give a damn about governing beforehand. And I’d venture that she still doesn’t.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Now that I think about it… I haven’t ever heard her talk about what she plans to do with her future.” Dolores looked up at Luisa. “Do you know?”

“No, I… I generally have no idea.” Luisa answers.

“Hmm. Maybe we should work that out first. Let’s check her room.”

Luisa hadn’t said anything against it. Dolores was already up and heading to the door, so she just followed after.

But then they veer off to the lone ordinary door and Dolores flashes her a brief thumbs up.

“She’s in? That’s good.”

“What? No. She is out with your parents.”

“Then why would you give me a thumbs up?”

“Letting you know the coast was clear.”

“Wait… we’re not actually gonna—”

Too late.

Dolores had already opened the door and slipped inside.

Luisa awkwardly glanced around - nobody was there - before following Dolores in and quickly shutting the door behind them.

“What exactly are we looking for?” She asked.

“A diary or a journal; just a book she writes in,” Dolores said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Without looking up, she pulled open the desk drawer and began scrambling through the papers. “I know she keeps one. I’ve heard her mention it. We just need to find it.”

While Dolores ransacked that, Luisa herself took charge of the drawer underneath the window-seat.

Luisa scoffed lightly. Perfectly organised. One side was several balls of yarn and knitting needles, then a collection of bobbins and a lidless pot of tiny, silver needles, a few embroidery rings and some blank folded squares of fabric.

“Are you having any luck?” Dolores inquired. “Because I’m not— Christ, she writes tons. All of this is just one essay… how can there be so much to say on whoever Anna Komnene is?”

The strongest smiled. “She loves her history. But yeah, writes a lot. That whole drawer will probably be school work then. This one is all sewing equipment.”

Dolores huffed, moving onto the next drawer.

“Great. Sheet music.” She held up one of the pages for Luisa. “Which one of her instruments do you reckon it’s for?”

“Couldn’t tell you. I can’t read sheet music. That all means nothing to me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t— I’m sorry? You can’t read sheet music? We were both in the choir together. How the hell did you know what to sing?”

“I read the words? Is that not what you were doing? Why is this so shocking? Isabela, Camilo and Tío Bruno can’t read music either.”

Dolores looked somehow personally offended by that.

“I can’t believe I’m related to you four.” She put the page away. She carried on to the next few drawers. “Books… For God’s sake. The rest are all filled with books. Why? They aren’t even fiction—”

“I said she liked her history.” Luisa smirked.

“Well, one of these must be a diary.” Dolores remarked.

Luisa took a seat on the bed as Dolores started checking each of the books individually.

She’d have to apologise to Mirabel later.

Soon enough, a book was tossed into Luisa’s lap - noticeably thinner and smaller than the other ones, alongside lacking a title and author. Instead, just a patterned cover, with the year in bold.

“You actually found it,” Luisa exclaimed in disbelief. “This makes me think you’ve done this before.”

“No. The rest of you don’t keep diaries. It’s just myself, Camilo and Mirabel.”

Luisa hesitated.

“Well, go on. If one of us has to read it, she’d rather it be you.” Dolores prompted. She sat down on the desk chair, waiting.

“Here’s hoping it’s just book reviews,” Luisa muttered.

She carefully opened the little book, not wanting to break it accidentally. Sure enough, it was Mirabel’s neat, pretty handwriting inside.

However… It was more informational than she thought a diary would be.

There was none of the ‘dear diary’ stuff or ranting about something in the day, it was just a list of dates. Homework Mirabel had to complete, things she needed more of (pens, thread), birthday present ideas…

She flicked a few pages further in, going further into the year, starting to laugh.

“What? What is it?” Dolores asked.

Wiping away a tear, she silently handed the book to Dolores, who (in spite of the humble show of giving it to Luisa before) practically snatched it out of her hand eagerly.

“I thought a diary was out of character for Mira,” Luisa said. “This type of ‘book to write in’ makes a lot more sense.”

Dolores threw the book in frustration, knocking over a basket. Luisa only laughed more, getting up go fix the thing.

The older sighed, “I just want to be done with this whole matriarch thing. It was suppose to be something so good and now it is just a mess, another mess I am so sick of hearing about. I should’ve learned by now that nothing ever shuts up when I want it to.”

Luisa picked up a cloth that had fallen out of the basket and she sighed too. Only, by lifting the corner, the rest of it unraveled itself to be a somewhat unfinished, small tapestry.

Depicting a blue-green hummingbird having its wings torn off by claw-like hands, each claw a different colour.

Neither said anything.

“Well… that’s unsettling.” Dolores mused, eyeing it warily.

“Why would she have made this?” Luisa questioned.

“I know Padre Flores asked her to repair some of the church tapestries a few weeks back.” She informed. “I can’t think of what Bible story this relates to though.”

“…Because it’s not about someone from the Bible.”

“What do you mean?”

Luisa laid out the tapestry on the desk.

“That’s us, the family. It’s our colours as the claws,” she pointed. She swallowed guiltily, before moving her finger to the teal thread, “And that’s Mirabel, losing her freedom.”

#encanto #my writing #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustín madrigal #ask me anything

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More housebroken <//333

I FINALLY FINISHED IT ❗❗ I kept procrastinating but also. I wasn't feeling real good the other day but I'm fine now 🥱

Anyway just. Isabela finally losing it and then some art. You know. This is also a lot longer than I initially intended, but its fineeee

Also Antonio doesn't have any dialogue but there's a reason. He doesn't really speak English or Spanish. Like he can understand it, read it etc etc he just can't speak it that well cause he's still learning so. He don't got no actual dialogue, none that I wrote out.

Lee get it

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Isabela was awkwardly standing in front of a group of villagers, all of them asking for the same thing; flowers. She loved flowers, hence why her gift was what it was, but she liked other plants too.

Shifting, she yanked on the dress her Abuela had gotten her. Some white and...purple one. Frankly she thought it was ugly and would've rather wore the blue color splattered dress, but Abuela said that it was tattered and old---which was a lie, because Mirabel had given it to her on her 22nd birthday.

She turned her nose up at the grown adults older than her demanding dumb flowers. Her ears flickered under her hat as she stared at them with an unamused expression. A couple muttered, but she heard them loud and clear. How she wasn't 'perfect like she used to be'. When she was a child. When she played into her Abuela's hands.

Looking around she could see her siblings and primos being forced into stuff as well. Several villagers were trying to push Luisa into doing stuff. Dolores was hiding from the gossip groups and Camilo was trying to shake off the parents who were trying to dump their kids on the chameleon.

She huffed. The only ones missing were Mirabel and Antonio. She was sure Antonio was back at Casita, but she hadn't seen Mirabel in a while...

As she was reluctantly handing out flowers (like the ones she used to give out in her childhood), she heard someone calling her name. Turning, she was relieved to see Antonio, maybe he could pull her from this borefest. As he got closer she could see the distress on his face and her relief turned to worry.

He slammed into her legs, and there was tears in his eyes. "Antonio? What's wrong?" She asked in English, having not switched back to what they usually spoke in. Antonio started to explain the situation, and Isabela's anger slowly started to build up. "SHE DID WHAT?!" Isabela suddenly screamed, startling those surrounding her.

She immediately stormed off, Antonio hurrying after her. The other three in town seemed to take notice to the sudden change in her mood and followed after. They hadn't seen Isabela this mad in years. Sure she had gotten irritated, but she had always tried to keep her cool, especially in front of the younger three.

Isabela was fuming. Never, NEVER had she thought that her grandmother would take it this far. But she would draw the line here. She tolerated that senile old woman long enough. She couldn't put up with it anymore.

"ABUELA!" Isabela yelled, throwing open Casita's doors. She marched into the house, looking around for her grandmother. She could hear the others coming into the house, confused. Antonio was crying as Dolores picked him up, explaining what happened. Isabela's head turned towards the nursery, where the door suddenly was thrown open, and an almost hysterical Mirabel was scrambling down the stairs.

"Isa!" She cried, running down Casita's stairs. The houses' tiles rumbled for a moment, and Alma was thrown out of the nursery. She look guilty, and maybe even upset?

Mirabel fell into Isabela's arms, and she was still crying. She was trying to say something but it wasn't working our very well. Isabela brought her to the ground gently, looking at her back. Antonio had been right, and her anger only grew. Mirabel was holding onto her eldest sister with two of her arms while her other two were reaching towards her wings in an attempt to untie them.

Mirabel's large blue butterfly wings had been tied up. They were tucked and stacked, awkwardly jolting whenever Mirabel tried to move them. Their grandmother had tied some kind of fabric around them, which held them down. Looking at it, it look rather tight---it was probably really painful for Mirabel, seeing that it was considerly one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

Luisa and Camilo rushed over, taking Mirabel and beginning to untie the fabric. Isabela stood protectively in front of them. By then, Alma was downstairs, looking rather upset.

"What is wrong with you?!" Isabela screamed, teeth bared as she eyed her grandmother. Alma said nothing, choosing to look away. Isabela only got more angry, did this dilapidated shrew think that of she ignored them she would let it go? That she would just let this slide? "Answer me!"

Alma furrowed her eyebrows before looking down and over at Mirabel, who was still crying and shaking as Luisa and Camilo unraveled the fabric and smoothed out her slightly creased wings. Completely undoing all of her work.

"I simply...hid...the imperfections. It's bad enough she doesn't have a gift," Alma said, looking at Isabela.

"Imperfections? You decided to harm my sister because you don't like the way she looks?!" Isabela said, moving closer. Her were fist balling up as she refrained from just full on attacking Alma.

The other adults seemed to have heard the ruckus because they had come back inside. Seeing a very infuriated Isabela and a defensive looking Alma at a standstill was a sight to behold. Both Julieta and Pepa were already upset at their mother, but now even more so. What had she done this time?

"She caused this anyway! She has no--" Alma was suddenly silenced when Isabela shoved her down, Casita making absolutely no effort to catch her. In fact, the house seemed rather off. Tiles were shaking and rattling and there was the sound of drywall and tile cracking.

"You don't have the right! My sister has been nothing but nice to you and this is how you repay her?! BY TRYING TO BIND HER DOWN?!" Isabela snapping, pupils narrowing to slits as she looked down at the Madrigal matriarch. "Maybe we shoud leave again, because clearly you haven't changed!"

Alma finally stood up, huffing. "Well maybe if she hadn't been such a disgrace all those years ago, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THAT!" Alma retorted, more than done with Isabela's attitude. Just who did she think she was speaking to her like that? Had she no decorum?

Isabela's eyes widened at the words. Suddenly everything in Casita went quiet. The only sounds was Casita cracking amd break Pepa's thunderstorm and Mirabel and Antonio's crying. The younger woman raised her hand, she was so ready to strike her down.

The parents did nothing. They were stunned into silence---Alma never, ever went as far as to call Mirabel a disgrace. At least, not in front of the family or to her face (which was false, because she had done that several time behind their backs before the kids left). They wanted to tell her off, but Isabela seemed to have gained her anger back again first.

Isabela was so close to bring her clawed hand down, but then she heard someone sob her name. She stopped, turned and saw Mirabel in Luisa's hold.

"Isa...I wanna...I wanna go home," Mirabel spoke so quietly, but Isabela heard her just fine. Completely ignoring Alma, she walked back over to Mirabel, helping her up.

It seemed as soon as Mirabel uttered those words, soldifying the fact that the kids no longer considered this their home, Casita finally broke down. Whatever was holding the miracle together just broke. The house start falling and everyone started making a mad dash for the door. Luisa, being the sweetheart she is, still grabbed Alma who was behind and managed to throw her out the door.

Everyone (including Bruno), had managed to get out. Alma looked at the house, now in ruins. And now the miracle is gone. She couldn't even say anything. She stared for a moment more, then turned when she heard hissing and growling. She saw her grandkids, slowly backing away from the other adults who were trying to talk to them.

To Alma? They looked crazy. To their parents? They looked scared. Really scared. Isabela was crouching protectively in front of Mirabel who was cowering, looking genuinely terrified of her own parents. Luisa was standing at her full height, which was intimidating in and of itself considering her build. Dolores was holding Antonio close, the boy growling while Camilo kept close as well, constantly changing colors and even going invisible at one point.

Alma stood and made her way over, to reprimand them. Someone needed to talk some sense into them, especially after what Mirabel did. Because of her, she cursed the other grandchildren and destroyed Casita and the miracle. And now she couldn't even find Bruno, who, according to Antonio and Camilo, was still in Casita at the time of their arrival. And Alma still needed to talk to him about the vision that had been found.

Alma had gotten close---too close. As soon as Isabela locked eyes, she found herself on the ground, her eldest granddaughter on top of her, growling and hissing like a wild animal. She quite literally looked feral, and for the first time, Alma was scared. She dudn't dare move, in fear that Isabela might actually act on full on attacking her.

Isabela's eyes were cold and critical as she stared at Alma. Alma didn't move. She wouldn't move. Couldn't. She had taken notice to how the other 4 adults hadn't move to help her---not that she could act on it. Isabela finally seemed to let up and deemed Alma safe enough that she could move away.

Isabela walked towards the forest line, turning slightly. She made some noises, something unintelligible, and the other kids went after, with Luisa picking Mirabel up. All of them ran towards the forest, but not before looking back at their parents.

Isabela looked back at Alma and the old woman flinched. She could tell by her eyes alone that she ni longer viewed her as family. All respect was lost. There was nothing there for her. It didn't take long for Isabela to make a break for the forest, following after her younger sisters and cousins.

Julieta and Pepa broke down crying, their husbands holding them, though they were just as upset. Alma watched on for a moment before seeing Bruno scramble out of a bush and look towards where he saw his sobrinas and sobrinos go. His shoulders dropped and he turned towards the remaining family, more specifically at his mama.

Alma could see the sadness, disappointment and anger in his face. She could see her two daughters and their husbands despair at their children leaving them again. Right after they had gotten them back. How they didn't even know if they would come back.

And it was all her fault. For once Alma rethought everything, running the things she once viewed as imperfections and problems and for once she realized that...

She was the problem.

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WHAT ALMA REFLECTS 🤨🤨 She won't admit it though. She's still just a lil bit too into herself. She still gonna argue, but. She will apologize. Just not anytime soon 💀💀

Here's some art <33

OK BYEEEE ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ

#encanto au #encanto #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto Luisa #encanto Camilo #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto Bruno #encanto felix #encanto agustín #housebroken au #housebroken #pack it up alma #like miss ma'am

[yellowcry]

[Garish au]

Asking Dolores seemed like a good choice to begin with. Maybe Isabela could get some information. Her cousin was aware of everything, far more than people tend to think of. However, as she spotted her cousin, the line was already closed. Mirabel stood nearby and, in a not really quiet voice, asked. "Have you heard anything strange yesterday?"

Isabela winced. Could Mirabel know what happened yesterday? It would be perfect. In a split second, she ran to Mirabel past their Tío Felix and real Dolores. "Hey, sis. I heard you were wondering about the cracks" Mirabel's eyes widened, she stepped back, looking away.

Just as Isabela was about to get through with her answers, a low-pitched voice announced that the table was out. Just great. Luisa surely loved breaking the perfect moments. Now she had to wait until the end of the dinner.

Isabela smirked at Dolores' loving eyes at the mention of Mariano. Her cousin was such a romantic. Not like Isabela could blame her, she hoped to marry some beautiful girl one day. Maybe she could blabber about plants to her? It would be perfect!

Catching up with Mirabel was easier than anything First of all she was short. And Isabela had vines on her side.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, getting out of the greenery that had surrounded her at the snap of a finger. "Isa, maybe you should do something else?" She paced faster, trying to get away to no avail.

"Hey, Mirabel, could you fix my blouse?"

The girl nodded, taking a packet from Osma's hands. This repeated several times.

Isabela groaned, her little sister was so annoying sometimes. "Just tell me what do you know? You asked Dolores about it."

Mirabel, who desperately tried to get away, just to be stopped by a wall of flowers in front of her muttered. "I just wanted to make sure…"

Isabela's eyes narrowed, she stepped closer. "What exactly, sis?"

Mirabel blinked, fixing her glasses. "I'm sure it's nothing. I just saw something. It was probably just my imagination." she didn't sound too convinced by her own nervous words.

"I'm sure it's fine," Isabela waved her hand. The cracks were worrying, but it didn't make her feel too bad. She just needed to know what happened.

Mirabel sighed, giving an awkward chuckle. "It's not like Casita would break."

"YES!" Isabela jumped in excitement, flowers sprouted on the ground around her. "I saw them too!" There was at least one person who knew that Casita was breaking yesterday.

"I- I don't get what you're talking about…" Mirabel gasped, stepping back in horror. Her face got paler in worry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything bad!"

Isabela froze at the last sentence. She didn't think about this possibility at all. If anything, Mirabel had nothing to do with the miracle. "Why would you think that I could blame you?" She lowered her gaze, staring in confusion.

The words left Mirabel's mouth before she could even proceed them. "Mama had left because of me."

She wasn't serious… Was she?

"Julieta had left because she's selfish irresponsible parent." Isabela scoffed, crossing her arms. Nobody said anything in a while.

"I really should get back to work.."

Isabel groaned. Why was it always about a job? "Today's an official day off after the ceremony."

"Well, I got to make up for the lack of a gift," Mirabel whispered, rechecking all the work that she had been given already. "Maybe somebody will say that I'm doing a good job then.."

Oh, poor child.

"I think you need a break," Isabela awkwardly patted her spine.

Mirabel shook her head. "I can get through it." She was about to go away, before looking to the sides all of a sudden. "I heard Abuela once." Isabela was startled, her eyes widened in surprise. "She said something about a vision with our Mama and Casita's destruction." Isabela froze for a good minute, trying to understand all this information. Vision? What had Tio Bruno seen? Probably not much, but still. "If you want to fund anything, our parents' room could be a good place to start."

#encanto #fanfic #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #garish au

[futurstic-divineawakened]

Encanto: A male friend of Mirabel help saves the Miracle 6

* Mirabel went over to her seat and slowly sat down

* Her face look calm but Julieta and Agustin could see how nervous she was

* She turn to Mateo and gester to him to sit down

* Mateo took off the bag he borrow from Mirabel and hang it on the side of the chair while he sat down as well

* Both Mirabel and Mateo gave each other looks that screamed for them to do something

* Pepa saw the looks and thought it was their nerves from finally introducing Mateo official to La familia Madrigal

* She told Felix this in a whisper as the sun near her head shine

* Felix had a slight frown on his face

* The conversation he had with Pepa came back into his mind

* But he knew it was time, he also look at Camilo as he realize that his son was also the same age

* Camilo look confused at Mateo staying for dinner

* Mateo felt the presence from Camilo, as he look at him

* Camilo’s face look confused with a hint of a smirk but his eyes look as if he was staring into Mateo’s soul

* Mateo felt like a prey looking like a predator waiting to strike

* Luisa, who used to be slumping in a downer about her gift shifted to her full height staring at Mateo before giving a smile at Mariano

* Isabela gave Luisa the same look as before with the slight nod, she then turn to Mariano and gave a smile at him as she knew what this dinner was about.

* What Isabela didn’t understand was why Mateo was staying

* Antonio didn’t care he was just happy his two favorite people were here at dinner “Mateo can I sit next to you?” He ask brightly

* “Antonio..” Pepa said lightly

* “It fine Señorita, Toñito can sit next to me, I’m always happy to have him” Mateo said as he gave Antonio a big smile

* Casita them moved Antonio sit on the other side making the table even

* Antonio have Mateo a smile, Mateo smiling back, with Antonio at his side he felt less like the rat at dinner for cats to feast on

* “Now” said Abuela with a clap of her hands , the entire table look at her as she began dinner, “the Madrigals and the Guzmans would be so good for the Encanto”

* “Yes yes, then let’s hope tonight is not a horrible disaster”

* Dolores and Mirabel stare off

* Small chatter happen as the family relax, with the night go so well

* “Dolores” said Alma

* Dolores made a squeak and turn away from Mirabel “yes Abuela”

* “Mariano was just mentioning how wonderful you guys were in helping the town after the accident”

* Mariano gave a smile at that praising the gifted Madrigals for their work

* Abuela’s pride shown easily on her face as she thank everyone for the hard work they have done

* ‘But how did Luisa drop the bridge, it never happened before… the miracle is strong’

* Mariano then turn to Mirabel and at that moment Mateo dislike him for the first time

* “Mirabel are you ok?, I saw Mateo carry you out of the wreckage”

* Mateo felt the eyes of every single member of the family

* Luisa who was the closest to him, her eyes were on fire, as she tried to keep calm and not automatically question Mateo’s action

* Mirabel saw the way Mateo tense and look at her family as all their emotions flash though their eyes. Joy, Sadness, anger.. and protectiveness?

* She gave Mariano a smile and answer “I’m fine, if it wasn’t for Mateo I’ll probably be injured”

* Mirabel turn to thank him, Mateo said helping a friend needs no thanks

* Alma then starts off announce everyone to dig in. Everyone eating, starting small chatter among each other

* The only one not speaking was Dolores, she was looking at Mirabel and Mateo, Camilo noticed and whisper a few words to her

* Dolores didn’t say much back, but Mateo could feel Camilo’s eyes burn a hole through his skull

* Mateo was scare, it’s never good when the Jokester becomes serious

* The third Madrigal he is scare of, not his mother that can control the weather or his prima who could break his entire back

* He knows Camilo and knowing Camilo makes his fear worse

* “Mateo, I heard Mirabel embroider your shirt” said Pepa putting the attention back on Mateo

* Everyone look to see the embroider on his shirt that has Mirabel’s obvious signature on it

* Luisa gave a look to Isabela that was not unnoticed by Mirabel

* “When did Mirabel do that for you?” Luisa asked

* Mirabel gave an questioning look to Isabela

* “Around my 15th birthday she did” he answer

* Isabela grew a crown of colorful begonias in Mirabel’s hair and had a smirk on her face

* But the smirk was different, Mirabel notice it didn’t have the same uptight look, but more softer more fonder

* “Mira even did your elbows too” Antonio added as he grab Mateo’s arm and showing the patch

* “That’s wonderful” Pepa exclaim as the room got hotter and the sun on her head got brighter

* The family cover their eyes but laugh lightly at the joy radiating from her

* Mateo used his left arm to shield Antonio from the light as they both giggle

* They then heard a crack sound and look down to see Casita breaking right in between them

* Antonio’s eyes widen, ‘Mirabel was right’

* He knew it, but didn’t say anything since the rest of the family didn’t believe her

* Antonio turn his attention towards the table as Mateo turn to whisper to Mirabel when he made eye contact with Isabela

* “Yes Mateo?” Isabela said loud enough for the warm family to hear as Senora Guzman and Mariano was distracted by Abuela Alma

* Mateo didn’t hesitate “Mirabel..” he started as Mirabel turn towards him

* In the corner of their eyes Julieta and Agustin was watching the interaction wondering if what the family said could be true

* “Mirabel I was wondering if tomorrow you could come with me to my brother’s house? He wanted to pick up some sewing skills and wanted to see if you could teach him”

* It wasn’t a lie, his hermano DID ask, if he could ask Mirabel, but he needed something that could take him off the Madrigals’ radar

* The amount of attention they put on him was a little too much in Mateo’s opinion

* Mirabel smile and nodded as she agree and would show up tomorrow with him

* Antonio knew what he had to do

* “Will he be better than Camilo?” He asked

* Camilo made a Dolores squeak as if he was struck

* “I’m not bad at sewing. The needle hurt me a lot”

* “Papi is good at it” Antonio remarked

* “Well yeah, sewing means you must have either patience” as he look towards Mirabel “or be older” he finished with a smirk towards Felix

* Felix sigh lovingly as Pepa gave a slight giggle

* Camilo changed into his short Felix form and dramatically start speaking

* “Mijo, when I was your age” bringing everyone to laugh

* Mateo made a nudge towards Mirabel as she look over towards the area

* Antonio pointed his smaller finger down

* Mirabel look down as Mateo move his feet to show the cracks

* Mirabel look up to see Antonio’s serious face

* Mirabel then look towards the table and her eyes reach her Mama’s

* Mirabel gave a smile towards her Julieta as she gave her one back

* But on the inside Mirabel was panicking

* What are they going to do?

End of Part 6( Episode 1 of ?) I had to cut it short

Yes Mateo is terrify of the family, from 1 to 12 Mirabel is first and Alma is last. Antonio actually boost himself to number 4 in fear because Mateo knows his animals will stomp him. Camilo struck fear into Mateo when they were younger and it stuck with him ever since. Julieta is 2nd only because he is naturally afraid of all mothers

Yes Mateo has a older brother and sister in the Encanto, but they live in separate areas. Mateo was a surprise baby

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[allthingsencanto]

Went to twitter, and apparently some of the fandom is freaking out right now, due to a recent podcast that Jessica Darrow (voice actress for Luisa) was in. Apparently, Jessica expressed how she thought Camilo would be homophobic and poke fun at others for being queer, yet at the same time her and the people speaking with her see Camilo as gender fluid. They also said that they think Alma would be homophobic, and would have kicked Bruno out for being gay so….yeah these “facts” are currently turning some of the fandom into a downward spiral right now, many people are seeing this as automatically canon and freaking out, so I wanted to address the situation and say my thoughts. Before I do, for those who want proof, someone on twitter did clip it, or part of it. This is how I found out: https://twitter.com/isabeiamadrigai/status/1548771696060112900?s=21&t=trBfJ_Idq44vxZrI9aClKg

If you want more information, I’m not the person to go to, you’re going to have to go to someone else. Moving on, before I start I should say to NOT HARRAS Jessica Darrow or anyone in this podcast. I would also like to say that stuff I’m about to address are all MY opinions, so if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly fine, but please don’t harass me either, I’m just here to say MY thoughts on the situation. Thank you.

So, before I actually get to what Jessica and the people with her discussed, the first thing I want to say is that this is definitely reminding me of that era in the Encanto fandom where everyone kept saying things like “Isabela is a lesbian”, “Camilo is gender fluid”, “Luisa is trans”, and…..I’ve been afraid to say this since I’m smart enough to know how some people are going to react, but I have to be honest, I did NOT like that era, that side of the fandom. Now before you take this the wrong way, no, I’m not saying I hate or despise people who wanted to headcanon these things. You’re allowed to have fun with the characters all you want, like…if you want to headcanon Isabela as a lesbian, that’s perfectly okay! I’m not here to ruin your fun, but I WILL say that the people I didn’t like were those who rubbed it in other peoples faces, were aggressive and called the other side homophobic, and most importantly, missed the point of the characters and the movie, and sadly that’s how a LOT of people were when the film first came out. I’ve met so many toxic Encanto members who said things like “Isa is a lesbian and anyone who thinks otherwise is homophobic”, or “Alma is homophobic for how she treated Isabela”, or “all these characters are so gay it’s canon”, and I’m sorry but I’m so sick of everyone twisting this film and making it about character sexualities, that by meaning “oh, this person did this because they’re gay”. Not that character sexualities are a BAD thing, but again, so many people are either always trying to pander their headcanons into the canon film and harass others who think otherwise, or most importantly missing the mark of what the movie was trying to say or present to you. Again, I have NOTHING against those who make the headcanons in the first place, y’all are valid and can do what y’all want, HOWEVER, for those who are missing the point of the movie, calling others homophobic who say the opposite, harassing Jared Bush and the other filmmakers, and trying to make every little thing that happened in the film tie into a character being part of the LGBTQ+ community, then yeah, we have a problem. And no, I’m NOT homophobic, (and yes, I’m only saying this because whenever someone says “don’t make everything about sexuality”, you get called this) I’m anything but lol, I just wish and hope that people recognize the actual story of the movie and not lose sight of the message. Y’all can have all the fun you want, and I respect you as long as you don’t miss the point of the film. I will say that this was a tough opinion to get out, because saying anything like this would have some people at my throat and accusing me of being homophobic when I’m not. However, I will say that if you disagree with me, and don’t respect me or my opinion at all because of this, all I ask is for no harassment on both sides, thank you.

With that out of the way, what are my thoughts on the Jessica Darrow situation? Well…..I’m not freaking out like everyone else is, because….well in my eyes, what a voice actor says about their character is NOT canon, that is unless they mention something that the filmmakers told them. The problem is that so many people take whatever a VA says about something they worked on as true, and that’s why everyone is freaking out. So…..please keep in mind that Jessica is NOT a writer or creator for Encanto guys, she is simply an actress who played one of the characters, and anything she says about a character isn’t going to be canon unless someone like Jared Bush or Bryan Howard confirms it. I will say this however, I have NOTHING against Jessica, or the people in this podcast, but if I’m being 100% honest, I DO think regarding what they said shows they’re kinda part of the problem, the problem I mentioned above. If they think Camilo is gender fluid…..then fine….but if they think Camilo or ABUELA would be homophobic……then yeah……they’re blowing things out of proportion in my head, I’m sorry, that’s just how I feel. Like….I’ve seen so many people say things about Alma being homophobic and I HATED that take, but they’re saying CAMILO as well?? We barley know the kid! I dunno, I know nothing here is canon, but things like this do make me tired, and make me roll my eyes. I don’t really want to say anything more on this subject because not only is it hefty but…I can’t really form into words well how things like these bother me, so I’m just going to keep it at that and move on. Jessica can think whatever she wants to think, but I certainly don’t agree. That’s just ME though. And again, for those who love headcanoning things about the characters, then you’re opinion is valid! Have fun, but please remember not to erase the themes of the film or harass others who have a different opinion than you, and for all my hardcore Encanto fans, please don’t freak out over this podcast information, none of this is canon lol. Thank you for reading, and feel feee to give your thoughts. ❤️

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