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miracles-and-butterflies · 6 months

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Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.

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

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

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead: character death.

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Just Another Tragic Fact

Bruno sighed to himself.

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

Here lies

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

14th November 1930 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal

28th December 1934 - 14th September 1951

Beloved son and brother.

Here lies

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

7th August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

31st August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter, sister and partner.

Seeing it makes it real.

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

The funeral had came and went.

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

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

“I’m sorry,” Bruno says to them.

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

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

He doesn’t blame her.

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

“Tío Bruno?”

He sniffles. “Hey, Toñito.”

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

“Still. You can’t blame yourself.”

Tight arms fasten around him.

Bruno accepts the hug.

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

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Antonio doesn’t quite process that they are gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was another week later that Antonio got an idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thunder rumbled.

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

Antonio stood in silence.

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

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It’s a silent night.

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

Starting to work again.

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

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

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

The rest of the adults stay up.

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

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

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

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

“Was she at least identified?” Félix inquires.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gamerbearmira · 4 months

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WOO WOO THE WHISTLE BLOWS

Ok. I decided to wait until today to post this (and totally not because I fell asleep) BUT LIKE. HERE'S THE FLUFF <33 POLSR EXPRESS AU❗❗❗

And a little animatic i put virtually no effort in the night before but. I gotta do SOMETHING to make up for what I posted last night 🥸

LEA GET IT

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Agustín was checking the time, his whistle in his other hand. The Polar Express was set to take off in only 10 minutes. Mirabel was excited, as it was her first time helping conduct the main cars. At first, she was only following Agustín around. But now, she could finally help conduct like he did.

Mirabel stood next to her father, giddily jumping in place. Agustín looked down at his 14-year-old daughter, smiling. "Excited hija?"

"Very!" Mirabel exclaimed happily, clutching his arm. "I get to finally work like you do!" Agustín laughed and ruffled her hair.

"Well we'll be heading off soon, so don't worry," he said, turning to walk inside to check the schedule. Mirabel stayed outside, excited. All the other kids the Encanto had already boarded, and she knew because she was the one who greeted and guided them, as well as gave them candy canes; like she did every year.

As Mirabel waited, she saw Casita's doors open. She saw Antonio rushing down the hill and to the train. He giggled as he held one of his teddy bears in his arms.

"Mira!" He smiled, the four-year-old hugging her youngest primo.

"Tonio! You're here!" Mirabel said, cuddling with him. She then showed him her hands, then reached behind his head, and pulled out a candy cane. As Antonio put it in his mouth, Agustín walked out, smiling at the sight of his sobrino.

"Hola Tio!" Antonio greeted and Agustín pinched Antonio's cheeks, eliciting a playful giggle from the boy.

"Hola Tonito. Are you excited about the Polar Express this year?" Agustin asked and Antonio enthusiastically nodded.

"Yeah! I can't wait to get to the North Pole," Antonio said, sticking the candy cane back into his mouth. The boy looked back at Casita, pausing, before taking it out and looking at his tio. "Tio?"

"Si?" Agustín said, half paying attention to Antonio, the other at his pocket watch.

"Can Isa, and Lola, and Lulu and Milo come?" Antonio asked, rattling off the names in excitement. Mirabel's eyebrows raised, and she looked at her father hopefully. She knew he was rather strict when it came to the Polar Express and how it ran but...she wouldn't lie, it could be fun.

Agustín quirked an eyebrow, looking at the pocket watch in his hand. He tapped his foot "I don't know..." He mused.

"Please papá? It's been forever since it was all of us! Plus, Antonio won't have to worry about being alone in the car anymore!" Mirabel pleaded.

Agustín pressed his lips together, looking at the watch, then Mirabel, then Antonio. He stepped back, looking into the car, then up and down the train. He sighed heavily, and Mirabel and Antonio lit up.

"5 minutes. You have 5 minutes to go back and get them. We're on a tight schedule, so don't be late," Agustín said. With an excited giggle, Mirabel rushed back to Casita, while Antonio waited alongside Agustín, his small hand gripping Agustín sleeve.

Mirabel rushed into Casita, scrambling up the stairs. "Casita, help me wake up my sisters and cousins!" She whispered. Casita gave an affirmative flip as she rushed off to Luisa's room.

Opening the door, she rushed into the stone room, running up to her sister, who was in bed. She shook her awake, and Luisa groggily looked at Mirabel.

"Mira? What are you doing?" Luisa asked, blinking away the sleep.

"Do you wanna go to the North Pole with me and papá?" Mirabel asked.

Luisa stared at Mirabel, processing what she said before shooting up. "Of course I do, let's go!" Mirabel was launched off the bed, but Luisa caught her, snatching her robe off the hook and slipping on the nearest pair of shoes.

Luisa left the room, Mirabel in her arms. Isabela was rubbing her eyes, her shoes and robe on. Dolores yawned, and Camilo was standing next to her.

"What's going on?" Camilo asked, noticing Luisa's excitement.

"We get to go to the North Pole!" Luisa said excitedly, placing Mirabel down and rushing out the door.

"Wait, the Polar Express is here?" Camilo said wide-eyed, and he was hot on Luisa's heels, barely clinging to his robe.

"What? The Polar Express isn't real, it's just a kid's story," Isabela said and Mirabel shook her head.

"Come on Isa, just trust me! You don't remember it, but it is real!" Mirabel grabbed both Isabela and Dolores's hands, practically dragging them out of the house. The two were protesting until they got outside. Their eyes widened as they saw the bright lights that lit up the cars of the large train that waited for them.

"It's real?" Dolores mumbled and Mirabel rushed down the hill with Isabela and Dolores in tow. Antonio had gotten on board in the car that was designated for Madrigals. He waved to Dolores from the window, still eating his candy cane.

Mirabel handed candy canes to her sisters and cousins, urging them onto the train. She checked her watch, it then struck 11:55 right as she got Isabela into the cart. Pulling out her whistle, she looked up and down and noted that all the doors were closed.

"Dolores, cover your ears!" Mirabel called and Dolores hastily did as her prima said. Mirabel blew her whistle, and the train started up, the train's own whistle going off. Mirabel hopped on, closing the door as the train chugged along the tracks that had magically appeared.

Antonio kicked his legs as he sat next to his brother, who was excited to be there as well, though probably not as much as Luisa, who was like a little kid on Christmas, unironically. Isabela and Dolores held their candy canes, looking around the cart.

As Mirabel wrote something on the schedule, Agustín walked into the car, a big smile on his face. "I see you made it in time!"

"Papá? It's...it's real? It's not a story?" Isabela said in shock and Agustín nodded. "Of course it's real! And we're going to the North Pole to see your tio."

"Papá Noel is our tio?!" Luisa said, her eyes lighting up, and she almost fell out of her seat, barely catching herself and her candy cane.

Agustín laughed and nodded. "Yes, he is. Mi hermano mayor. We just don't see him often, he's very busy," he explained. "I'm sure he'll be happy to see the rest of you this year as well, hm?"

"PAPÁ NOEL! OH MY GOSH!" Luisa screamed in excitement, crushing the candy canes in her hand. Dolores covered her ears, but easily understood Luisa's excitement. The other laughed at how excited she was, and honestly cpuldn't help but feel the same.

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WOWOWOWOWW❗❗❗ So cool, so fluff <333 I kinda wanna write more. Might be more active today since I visited family yesterday!! And. You can clearly see how excited Luisa is. She loves it because she gets to feel like a kid again and she's not working or anything. And she just like Christmas 😭

And I got new iPad!! LETS GOOOO❗❗❗ That's why I've been drawing with my finger <333

Anyway MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYYYYSSSSS <3333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto agustin #polar express #the polar express #conductor Agustín au #polar express au

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spooky-spextre-arts · 5 months

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Mirabel's Skirt Symbols (UPDATED HC)

Since a few years have passed since the full reconstruction of Casita and continuing mend of the family's relationship, I'd like to think a now slightly older Mirabel's skirt embroidery reflects on the progress made since then.

Abuela Alma & Abuelo Pedro | Two Caterpillars (Dos Oruguitas)

Instead of a single candle representing her Abuela Alma, Mirabel's new symbol design would probably be of two caterpillars w/ love hearts. (Bonus points if the hearts represent the colors of the OG triplets.) ❤️🐛 💙🧡💚

Julieta & Agustín | Bowl w/ Bees 🥣🐝💙

For Julieta, Mirabel would probably make a small bowl w/ a tiny bee on it, and two blue hearts rising from the top. Both would represent Mirabel's parents and their love.

Pepa & Felix | Rainbow/Sleet & Umbrella ☔🌈

Mirabel's Tiá & Tio would be proudly represented by an embroidery of a rainbow jutting upwards from an orange umbrella. Sleet and rain symbols could be near the rainbow too. (She's proud of her Tiá! No matter what kind of weather she has.)

Bruno | Rat wearing green ruana/drama masks 🐀💚🎭

Bruno's embroidery would likely be of a silly rat(s) wearing a green ruana and/or drama masks. OR or - maybe just the rats wearing green ruanas w/ the hood up/bucket on their head, all really depends on what Bruno's preferred vibe is.

Isabela | Cactus w/ blue/purple flowers 🌵💠

To help represent the stronger bond with her older sisters, Mirabel likely surprised Isabela w/ an embroidered symbol of a green cactus - but with a big dark blue flower at the top, bigger purple one in the middle, and light blue one at the bottom. All three flowers proudly represent the bond between the three cool-colored sisters.

Luisa | Donkeycorn! 🦄💜

For Luisa, Mirabel's skirt symbol would now be of her sister's favorite animal: the playful Donkeycorn! I'd like to think it would be in a proud and powerful stance, representing the unconditional love and both the physical and emotional strength of her older sister.

Dolores | Red Bow/Ribbon w/ Musical Notes 🎀🎶

Maybe in the time during reconstruction, there was a moment where Dolores freely showed the community her melodic singing voice. Mirabel wanted to help remember that moment w/ her cousin's iconic red ribbon, accompanied with little music/poetry notes.

Camilo | Mischievous Chameleon w/ Plate of Arepas 🦎🧡🫓

I like to think despite being older and probably expected to act more their ages, both Mirabel and Camilo never lost their mischievous sparks in the family. Mirabel's skirt symbol for her cousin represents this w/ none other than a mischievous chameleon in front of a LARGE plate of arepas.

Antonio | Jaguar & Big/Little Toucans

For her littlest cousin and partner in crime, Mirabel made, in her eyes, one of the best designs of them all. This being a mighty jaguar face like the first symbol, but with one big toucan and little toucan atop its head (representing the brotherly-sisterly bond they have. 🧡💙

Mirabel | Accordion with a Pink butterfly

I wanted to save the best for last. For the miracle herself, I'd like to see think Mirabel would make a symbol of her talents, being an accordion w/ a symbol of a pink butterfly in the middle.

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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julieta madrigal + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

requested by ; anonymous (20/05/23)

character ; julieta madrigal from encanto

masterlist ; here

letters ; a / b / t

A — Aftercare

what are they like after sex?

Julieta is the absolute queen of aftercare and will go full mother hen to make sure that you’re okay — even if your session was pretty vanilla. She’ll grab a warm, damp cloth and clean you up whilst talking to you in the absolute most calming voice — asking how you feel, if you’re hurting anywhere, if you had fun and if you need anything. If you need a bath to relax your muscles or because you feel grimy, then she’ll run one with your favourite scented candles and might even clean you herself. If your muscles are aching then she’ll give you a massage and hum her favourite songs in a tone that has you drifting off. And if you’re hungry or injured then she’ll grab you something that she made earlier and tend to you whilst you eat. Honestly, she’s the most attentive partner you could ask for.

B — Body Part

what is their favourite part of themselves and their partner?

Whilst she is very humble by nature, Julieta does hold a specific fondness for her hands. They’re thin and soft — softer than one would expect for the family’s main cook — and they’re what allows her to help and to heal people. But she’s also incredibly skilled at using those hands to show affection (cuddling, caressing and playful slapping) as well as to pleasure you, which are also both points towards her appreciation for them.

For her part, though, she isn’t shy about expressing her partialism towards…

(Fem!) your stomach! Whether it’s flat or soft, muscular or defined by a pouch, Julieta just adores your stomach. She’ll take every opportunity she gets to kiss or touch or grope it — bonus points if you’re slightly softer since she just takes it as a sign you love her food. If you wear a dress or some underwear that shows off your stomach then she’s as good as a puddle on the floor, unable to stop herself from staring — much to the amusement of her siblings (namely Pepa, who will never let her live it down).

(Masc!) your hands! Julieta isn’t fussed about whether your fingers are long or short, whether your hands are soft or calloused, nor whether they’re hairy or not. She just enjoys the quiet intimacy of holding hands and having your hands on her waist whilst you’re being silly and in love: dancing in the town centre, swaying together whilst she cooks, cuddling in bed, etc. But she also appreciates how your hands look in hers whilst you’re making love, how they feel on her bare skin as you explore her body as if it’s the first time, and how they feel inside of her or when you’re toying with her clit. So, yeah, she’s generally just a big fan of your hands.

(Neutral!) your thighs! Julieta is a simple woman: she sees your bare thighs and she loses the ability to think about anything other than being between them and making love to you. All it takes is a pair of short shorts or a short dress and she’s gone: mouth agape, at a loss for words, just staring and getting hotter by the minute until Pepa clears her throat and brings her back down to earth. During sex she’ll pay particularly close attention to your thighs, irrespective of how large or small they are: kissing, playfully nipping at them, groping them and using them to steady herself as she pleasures you. And if you happen to wear thigh highs, then you’d best prepare for a long and tiring night — and hope that the others in casita can cook something at least edible for themselves because Julieta is going to be busy.

(Trans Masc!) your hands! The look and feel of your hands aren’t what attracts her to them — but she’s more than happy to reassure you if you’re at all dysphoric about them looking or feeling ‘too feminine’ — so much as it’s what they represent to her on an emotional level. Looking at your hands, depending on her mood, can either make her smile softly as she recalls domestic memories (running hand in hand back to casita after a bad outburst from Pepa, feeding each other fruits and other foods in the kitchen, cooking together, cuddling in her room whilst stargazing, etc.), or leave her flustered and unable to look you in the eye as she flashes back to some less than family friendly experiences she’s had with your hands (them on her chest and her hips, you holding her down, your fingers inside of her, your thumb on her clit, pulling her dress up to take her from behind, etc.). So, in a word, she really, really likes your hands.

(Trans Fem!) your stomach! Soft, muscular, flat or large, Julieta can’t help but stare at your stomach. She adores how it feels beneath her hands and her lips and she’ll take every opportunity you grant her to show you just how much she appreciates this part of you. She also notices how it changes as you transition, impacted by things such as hrt, and she’ll take her time to explore and worship your stomach as these changes take place.

T — Toys

do they own any toys? do they use them on their partner?

She actually owns a few toys and is happy to use them on you, or let you use them on her — though she wouldn’t mention them without you bringing the idea up first. This collection includes: several dildos and strap-ons of varying length and thickness, a few paddles and two vibrators.

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #smut #smut hcs #smut alphabet #disney smut #encanto smut #julieta madrigal smut #julieta madrigal x reader #encanto x reader #disney x reader

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prismaticuniverses · 29 days

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Ris relationships with all the Madrigals:

Abuela/Alma: Ris somehow is very comforted and very intimidated by her at the same time. she’s the first person that seemed to understand Ris on a deeper level, and they’ll be forever grateful that she allowed them to stay in the enca/nto. But also she passes by and Ris immediately stands up straighter and becomes very respectful, does that make sense agkskg

Julieta: Ris wants her approval sooooo bad, they really admire her and they’d never admit it but she’s like the mom they never had

Agustin: Ris loves this guy, they joke around together a lot and I like to imagine he starts to teach them how to play the piano, also he’s like the dad they never had

Pepa: out of all the parents Ris and Pepa get along the best!! Whenever Pepa is feeling stressed/sad and gets stuck in the rain, Ris likes to sit with her and they just sort of feel sad together, if that makes sense, Ris also goes to Pepa for advice a LOT

Felix: Ris and Felix are the same type of laid back and go with the flow, so they get along great!! they’re also both jokesters and have a talent for bringing out the playfulness in people, I like to think Felix teaches Ris how to dance (they’re awful at it but they’re trying!!)

Bruno: are they best friends? brothers? uncle and niece or father and kid? all and none at the same time!! they’re very much found family but not in any specific way, they just mean a lot to each other and that’s that, Ris and Bruno bond over their OCD tendencies for SURE, and Bruno is the first one to suggest that maybe Ris’ power can bring comfort too

Isabela: gay people! 🎉 but for real they’re both very much creatives and bond over that, they enjoy parallel play with each other a LOT, they just find a lot of comfort and happiness being around each other and like seeing the world through each others eyes!! they’re also both the Last To Know about their feelings for each other, the siblings/cousins make this elaborate scheme to get them to realize they’re in love and it somehow works

Dolores: Ris gets easily embarrassed around her cause they feel like she Knows too much about them, but one time Dolores hears them singing (it’s their secret talent and they don’t like to sing around people) and she asks them about it and they have a heart to heart, after that they both think the other is just a sweetheart

Luisa: Ris relates to Luisa SO HARD, both feeling like they just have to keep a lid on everything and always be the reliable stable one, I think Ris takes on a bit of a big sibling role for her, providing her a space to be angry or sad or tired, I think Luisa looks up to them a lot

Camilo: I think Ris and Camilo love to cause trouble together, I think he sees them as The Cool Older Cousin and they’re one of the few people who can scold him and actually make an impression sgjskg, also he helps his dad teach Ris to dance (they need all the help they can get)

Mirabel: Ris thinks Mirabel’s connection to Casita is sooooo cool, and they’re the first person to suggest that the house chose her as Alma’s successor and the next matriarch, Mirabel thinks Ris is super cool and is one of the main people to help them explore their power more, but she thinks Ris and Isa’s crush on each other is obnoxious sgjskg

Antonio: Ris LOVES kids and gets along with Antonio really well!! they listen to him chatter on about animal facts, and Antonio helps them get comfortable with touch/contact again! Ris is really afraid to hurt him or his animals, but Antonio is a sweet and patient kid, I like to think one of the first times Ris controls their power and doesn’t inflict pain is when Antonio guides them to pet the jaguar

#rambles #cain #I LOVE THIS FAMILY YAYYY

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acewithapaintbrush · 11 months

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The Ones That Leave

I am cutting it close with this one. My contribution to week two of @wdtajn

TW for themes of death and craziness and a very open and ambiguous ending. Read at your own risk please

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I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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Bruno stares at the crack.

The handle of the bucket cuts into his palm. It is filled to the brim with spackle and it's heavy, much heavier than his brittle bones and thin arms are used to anymore. And still, he barely feels it. The only reason it hasn't slipped from his hand is because his fingers are clenched around the metallic handle, frozen and stiff.

His whole body feels frozen and stiff. He doesn't know how long he has been standing here, in this dark hallway behind the walls, staring at the crack. It could be minutes, it could be hours. Probably hours. His eyes are so dry they hurt. When he tries to blink it feels like he is rubbing his eyelids against sandpaper. His lips are dry too, but they always are. That's what you get for not talking for years. In the beginning he'd talked to his rats and given his voice to them for their little plays, but that had only added stress to an already anxious Dolores so he'd stopped speaking completely, had bitten his tongue every time he'd caught himself opening his mouth.

He's been in the walls for five years by now. He hasn't talked for almost as long.

He doesn't even know if he still remembers how.

He stares at the crack and the crack stares back. It is not really a crack to be honest. It is too wide and too big. It starts at the bottom and reaches upwards into the dark, high above his head. It's almost as wide as he is. He'd only need to turn his body a little sideways and he could fit through, step to the other side.

Bruno has no idea what is on the other side. It should lead to the outside, to the garden at the back of the house. At least he thinks it does. But then, wouldn't he be able to see said garden on the other side? The tall trees and the grass and the little bench his mother has put there all those years ago to be able to read in the sunshine?

He doesn't. All he sees is darkness. An inky black, darker than the night, darker than his little room behind the kitchen when he puts out all the candles.

Maybe he is mistaken. Maybe he got turned around somewhere, lost all sense of direction again.

Casita is confusing, sometimes. Sometimes it feels like she is moving the hallways at will, to drive him crazy confuse him. He will turn a corner and realize he's forgotten something and turn back only to be faced with a wall or, even worse, another hallway impossibly stretching on into the dark forever and ever. It's given him vertigo before. It has made him curl up on the floor, shaking and crying.

Casita always relents after a while. Bumping his feet with her floorboards in apology and gently guiding him back into his room at the end of the day where he then will collapse into his makeshift bed, spent and exhausted. Sometimes he wonders if he'd ever be able to find his room again without her help.

Sometimes he wonders if he'd ever be able to leave without her help. If she'd let him.

But it's just a game. Certainly just a game.

Casita is vindictive playful like that.

Casita is cruel mischievous like that.

Casita is…

Bruno takes a shaky breath. It hurts in his chest. Maybe he hasn't been breathing this entire time.

Casita is haunted. That's what the old man had said to him, all those years ago. He'd taken eight year old Bruno by the shoulders. He'd shaken the boy, leaned down so he could stare right into his face. His eyes had been red-rimmed and wild, his hair greasy, his breath smelly. The spittle from between chapped lips and bad teeth had hit Bruno right on the cheek and he'd been so disgusted and scared that he'd almost missed the words.

"That house is haunted! Unnatural! It is evil! Get out boy, get your Mama and sisters out of there!"

Alma had finally found them, locked in a staring contest filled with fear and revulsion and horror and pulled the man away. She'd screamed at him, told him to leave her child alone, to never dare show his face in front of her family again.

Later that night Bruno had tried to see into the future of the man, scared out of his mind that he would return, would suddenly stand in front of his bed in the middle of the night to scream at him again.

The vision had shown the man walking towards Casita with a match in his hand, muttering and stumbling. But then it had shifted into a picture of a wall. Nothing but a wall. The one on the second floor, near Alma's room.

Bruno doesn't know why he never told anyone about this vision. Doesn't know why he stared at the green slab depicting nothing but a wall and decided to destroy it and never talk about it again.

Two weeks later, the man was declared missing. Everyone assumed that he had simply left the valley after he'd been ostracized by pretty much everyone for upsetting the revered Alma Madrigal.

But Bruno had heard it at night. The faint sound of scratching from behind the walls, of footsteps hurrying up and down unseen hallways. Wailing and moaning.

He'd close his eyes and hear all these noises and see the image of a wall, immortalized on a green slab and tell himself that it's nothing.

Just the rats. Just the creaks of an old house.

Just the screaming and begging of a trapped man howling of the wind.

Surely, nothing more.

Once, and only once, months after the sounds had grown fainter and fainter and ultimately disappeared, had he asked his mother about the man. What had happened to him.

"It doesn't matter.", she'd said. "He left."

But he'd seen it in her eyes. Had seen it in the way she'd clenched her fists and in the way she'd glanced at the walls surrounding them, in the way she'd lowered her voice and tried to keep a smile on her face and failed horribly.

He'd seen it all and he'd understood that it wouldn't have mattered if he'd told her about his vision in time.

It wouldn't have mattered at all.

And he'd nodded and agreed.

The man left.

Except Bruno knows better now, has always known better. He can sometimes see something moving out of the corner of his eyes. A man-shaped shadow, a fleeting misplacement of light. Once he'd tried to turn a corner and Casita had pushed him back, had hit him in the chest with one of her floorboards so hard it had taken his breath away. But not quickly enough to prevent him from catching a glimpse of the heap of ruined clothes on the floor. Of white bones sticking out of them, fingers like sticks still reaching out to scrabble at a wall covered in scratches.

He doesn't go into that part of the house anymore. It is probably covered in cracks by now, but he doesn't care. If Casita ever breaks apart, that hallway will be the epicenter. One of the scratches will have turned into a crack and that will be the one that tears her apart in the end.

That's where her end will begin and maybe that's how it's meant to be.

Bruno steps closer to the crack that is not a crack. The darkness behind it is absolute, but it still looks like there are things writhing inside of it, shadows battling for dominance. He has stared into it for so long that he's beginning to see faces in its depth. Contorted, grotesque faces.

His mother. His sisters. Their children.

The man.

His father.

Maybe the man was right. Maybe there has always been evil in these walls. Or maybe Casita is just a little bit too human. Capable of change in the worst ways possible.

Maybe it started with the man. Maybe it started long before that.

For the first time Bruno wonders what it must be like to be a thing with a conscience. To see and hear and feel but not be able to move in any way that matters. Only opening cupboards and swinging doors and moving floorboards. Housing beings with whole lives and emotions within you and still only looking in from the outside. Watching their lives pass you by, growing older while you are stuck just the way you have always been.

It's enough to drive someone crazy.

Bruno laughs, shrill and loud and crazed. It's the first sound he has made in five years and a small part of him hopes Dolores is asleep or far enough away to not have heard.

What a horrible first thing to hear from her uncle after five years of silence.

The darkness answers him, it ripples and wavers. He hears a small boy laughing in there, hears a small girl laughing behind him. What a merry little symphony they make, full of bells and death life.

The walls expand and collapse, the floorboards under his feet vibrate.

Ah, Bruno realizes. Casita is crying laughing too.

The darkness creeps out of the crack door. It slithers at the corners, looking like vines testing the air. And then it passes that invisible boundary and reaches out to him.

Bruno reaches back. He's always been the one to reach out to everyone but at some point the people have stopped accepting his outstretched hand, have pulled back instead, and so his outstretched arm has withered away like a flower cut off from its stem.

But here in this dark and dusty hallway a darkness reaches out and Bruno reaches back and it welcomes him. It is so cold where it touches his fingertips that it burns. It feels like he is touching a candle flame and Bruno shivers and a grin pulls at his lips.

He has been cold for so long. He can't wait to get warm again.

He gets pulled towards the dark doorway and he willingly steps forward.

Casita SCREAMS laughs and Bruno SCREAMS laughs with her.

And then he is gone.

He left.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto fanfic #wdtajn #Prompt horror #Horror and creepiness #I tried at least #What if Casita wasn't magical so much as haunted?

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lala99fb · 1 year

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Time ago I saw some funny encanto tier list about this topic and even if I had agreed with op about the ranking I decided today making my own ranking according to my personal thinking in how accurate this is for this characters 🤣🤣🤣 This is so funny and only for entertaining purposes based on my personal opinion but please I know Isabela post movie is chaotic af and Dolores is so good doing things on purpose. Also I'm convinced that young Alma was a menace to the society and Pedro is just this goofy husband but tried his best to not fuck it up. With Gus is so obvious like I loveeee my man but he is so skilled in fuck it up and Mariano in my headcanon is this stupid romantic that is similar to Agustin on being clumsy but with his words specially.

Pepa and Bruno are a chaotic duo of anxiety and impudence like fr, we already know Mira and Camilo so good. Felix and Luisa are so kind and dedicated that they would tried their best and lastly the two most adorable beans that curiosity are left handed canonically confirmed who are Juli and Toñito they are calm and good in their skills that is impossible for me imagine them fuck it up.

Casita is a troll sometimes or maybe just very playful 😄😉

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cahmilo · 2 years

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What it feels like ㅡ carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem reader

genre: fluff

tags: oneshot, flirty reader, cold and oblivious carlos, mutual pining, bickering, arguing, making out, not proof read

summary: you loved to make fun of carlos madrigal who always had a stoic face, and you were continuously teasing and pranking him to get his attention. every time you see him, you always made it your goal to annoy him. on one fine day, he tries to talk back and it leads to something else you finally had been waiting for.

"I don't know, Carlos Madrigal just seems interesting to me." You smirked, taking a sip of coffee as you trailed off talking about Mirabel's cousin who was just outside the window tending to his chores. Beside you was Mirabel who had a questioning look on her face.

"You're peculiar Y/N. I always thought you'd be interested in Camilo instead, your energy matches his." Mirabel trailed off, eyes on Carlos who was walking around the village. Looking at her, you shrugged your shoulders, "Yeahh, no. Sometimes he's too much for me to handle AND he has eyes on the baker's daughter and I'm sneakily setting them up."

"And how are you gonna do that?" You put down your mug of coffee on the table as you laughed and shook your head. You had a mischievous grin that Mirabel just stared at blankly.

"I stole Tia Julieta's banana bread recipe that Camilo likes so that he goes to her shop everyday to buy hers instead." Mirabel gasped at your plan. "Oh, you are sneaky, does any of them know?"

You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, a scoff exiting your lips. "Ugh, do you really have to ask? I'm like the sneakiest pranker after Camilo that not even he can figure it out."

An eruption of laughter filled the kitchen of Casita as you two shared stories about pranks and jokes around the Encanto. Early in the morning, you always felt giddy when you enter the Casita. Not because of the coffee, but because it only served as an excuse for you to see the boy in maroon ruana that somehow caught your attention for no reason.

Speaking of the devil, he walked in to a cult-like setting in the kitchen, only hearing squeals and wheezes of laughter by you and Mirabel. A questioned look was on his face. Once you noticed his presence, you immediately put a smirk when you approached him slowly.

"Hola, mi amor" You flirted, finger stroking his arm while he gives you a disgusted look. Mirabel kept laughing at Carlos who stood still.

Noticing his frozen state, you patted the kitchen island and as commanded, Casita shifted its tiles to bring a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

You nudged Carlos' shoulder. "I made coffee for you, querido, hope you like it." Carlos glanced at the cup before muttering a 'thank you' and dashing out the door.

You can only let out a soft smile when he finally turned his back at you. Not a grimace or a smirk, but an actual smile of adoration. Mirabel caught up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "He would have been fun if he only flirted back."

"It takes time, Mira" You said, bumping your hip with hers gently. "Its actually surprising that he hasn't stabbed me by now."

"HE WHAT?"

"Yeah, he carries a pocket knife." Showing off a proud smile, you looked at Mirabel who had a stunned look in her face. "I did not know that."

"There are many things you don't know about him. He's that type of boy to be secretive and stoic with his feelings and that's exactly my type." You trailed off, showing the girl a playful smile. "I'm gonna make that boy part of my life someday"

"Jeez, you really are a hopeless lovesick flirt."

"Only for him, Mira. Only for him."

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Running back to his room as fast as he could, Carlos sat down on his desk as he held the cup of coffee you made. His hands were shaking, face flustered from your continuous flirtations.

"Dios mio, What are you doing to me Y/N?" He asked out loud.

His lips curled whilst he was thinking of you, an expression that no one else saw. Sure, he has let out a few smiles and tears to his family but you, you were something else.

Never did he once thought that he would be feeling love. After hearing stories from his parents, he always thought that romantic love was what made one truly happy. As he grew older, his perception of that changed as soon as his personality did too.

Having to be the shadow of the Madrigal twins, he never felt like he was special. Carlos never felt like he mattered, that he was solely there to help the community like a servant. He was never looked at, never talked to, never laughed with, never loved.

Until you came along.

He can't pinpoint a specific date, but he swore that one day you showed up in his life and his perception of it took a 180 degree turn. You weren't like the rest. You kept looking at him, you kept talking to him, you kept laughing with and at him, and,

You seemed like you liked him.-

Scratch that, he refused to put his heart on the thought of latter. You were a flirt. You weren't always an ass, but you constantly teased him. You always flustered him. You always somehow manage to almost break the cold persona he worked hard for to show.

Do you mean everything you said? Or was I just another toy to you?

One of the things that bothered him was that question. Why exactly did you choose him as the one you kept messing with? Oftentimes he would shapeshift to stalk you silently but you never had the same personality you had with other boys in the village. There were guys more appealing and attractive than Carlos.

And the thing is, he never showed you any response nor teased you back. He never made a move on you, he shoved you away, completely ignores you and if you two were to speak, your conversations would be done after 2 minutes, with you carrying. He pushed you away and never reciprocated your advances, so,

"Why me? Y/N?"

He can only sigh as he took a sip of the coffee he made. Like the drink, he felt his cheeks getting warmer and his stomach getting weird. His heart fluttered. He loved your coffee. It was perfectly balanced and tailored to his taste. The creamer and sugar not to sweet, and the brewed drink not too bitter for his taste buds. It was just right.

Raking his hands through his hair, he stood up and yelled while he plopped his body on his comfy bed. Facing the ceiling, he lightly slapped his cheeks.

"She needs to stop."

As much as he liked the attention from someone like you, he hated how to him, you treated it like it was a joke. You were constantly messing with him, always trying to break his façade, always trying to make him look vulnerable.

He hated that the first time he felt love was from a dangerous flirt that seemed to toy him.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up from his bed and dusted his maroon ruana. He went out the door, putting back a blank face as he walked out the Casita, doing something he has never done before.

Looking for you.

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Letting Carlos' legs trudge through the dried and mossy pavement of the village streets, he was out to find you. If he remembered correctly, you were either at your house, the garden, or at your parents' stall. He avoided the first and last option, still too nervous to approach both you and your parents.

Walking towards the large garden at the far side of the Encanto, he saw your figure. The sight of you is, strange.

He doesn't see the smug and flirty Y/N at all. Instead, he saw a lovely girl lying on the hammock by the large tree, casually reading a book. Your hair was flowing gracefully with the wind, your eyebrows furrowed as you were into whatever you were reading.

You didn't seem to notice Carlos approaching, it was only when he was literally standing in front of you with a blank face.

Immediately at the sight of him, your usual smirk was plastered on your face, sitting up from the hammock. "Fancy seeing you, here amor. Missed me already?"

Carlos glared at you. "As if, I only wandered here and found you. Sad you didn't fall."

You stood up and walked closer to Carlos, the close proximity of both your bodies sending him shivers to his spine. His eyes sparked a bit of surprise before it went blank and empty.

"Oh, does it count when I already fell.. for you?"

Now Carlos' face was flustered. You noticed a dark tint in his cheeks and it gave you a spark of hope that maybe your flirtatious deeds seem to have an effect on him. Carlos tilted his head, blank face trying to desperately hide the blush, "For all I care, I wouldn't catch you anyway."

Showing a dramatic face of disbelief, you put a hand in your chest. "Owh, being mean are we?" Inching closer near to his face, you whispered to him with a low tone, "You know how I always fall for bad boys right, amor?"

"Don't call me amor."

"What about..." You traced your hands on his chest, slowly leading up to twirl a strand of his curly hair "mi vida?"

Carlos snapped from his trance, hastily shoving your hand away from his face. "No, you need to stop."

"Oh, I see" You backed away, crossing your arms. "You're being hard to get now-"

"Enough!" He finally yelled, leaving you taken aback. Never had he raised his voice, and honestly, you didn't know what to do. Immediately the atmosphere became tense.

"I've had enough, Y/N! You keep doing this to me, acting like you have a thing and then laughing at me, I've had enough!" His eyes shown anger. Not that you weren't used to it, but the tone of his voice legitimately scared you.

"I'm not just some guy you can toy around with okay? Messing with my head, making me feel like crap and then you leaving happily as if you don't give a damn, I hate it! I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to leave me the hell alone and do whatever your pathetic life tells you to do!" He burst, leaving no space for you to respond. He was angry, and it terrified you.

After rambling, Carlos put a hand in his mouth, not realizing how much he has said to you than the 3 years you two ever talked. If you weren't fixated in his eyes, you would fail to notice the slight tear escape from his glassy eyes.

And it pained you to know that you were the reason behind it.

With a deep exhale, Carlos put his hands over his hair, trying to pull it. He dropped them and with a last glance on your unreadable face, he turned around, trying to escape. But you caught his hand in time.

Still not facing you, you looked down and whispered. "You wanna know why my life is pathetic?"

Carlos turned around and his heart broke at the sight of you. You weren't giving him a smirk, not lifting your eyebrows like you used to, you had hunched shoulders, and your eyes were also glassy trying to hold back a tear.

"Because you're not part of it."

You inched closer, still holding his hand. You grabbed the other, forcing him to face you. Carlos had disbelief plastered all over his face, not used to the vulnerable sight of you right now.

You looked down and continued to finally speak. "Everyday I dreamed of having a story like my fairytale books, a prince being there for the princess and they lived happily ever. All throughout my life, I believed that love with come to me. And I thought I did, when I saw you."

You looked up, and see his tear stained cheeks. Letting go of his hands, he felt sad at the warmth leaving. But that emotion didn't last long when you palms found their way to his cheeks instead, your thumb wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"But as I see it, you didn't seem to know what love is. You didn't know what love felt like. So instead, I tried so hard to grab your attention, to teach you what I feel about love, but-"

"I guess it backfired, and made you upset instead, and I'm sorry. But, I meant all of I said, I wasn't toying with you, and I never would want to."

Leaving a deep sigh, you brought your lips to the corner of his lips and gave him a soft peck. He only stared at you in shock, still completely frozen.

"I apologize, Carlos. I'll never bother you again."

Carlos finally managed to snap back to the current world, train of thoughts all around his mind when he felt your palms leave his cheeks, immediately losing the warmth that made his heart flutter. Looking at you, he saw you turn around and trying to look away.

She loves me. Someone loves me. And it's Y/N.

He couldn't just let you walk away, not after all the feelings he finally figured out. So he reached out to grab your hand, turned you around to face him. At the spur of the moment, he grabbed the sides of your face and collided his lips with yours.

You can tell he was inexperienced, making you giggle through the kiss. You led his hands from your face to your waist, and you brought yours around his neck, brushing against his curls. You inched closer, and deepened the kiss.

So this is what love feels like? Carlos thought to himself. To have his heart fluttering, to have a smile upon his face, to have goosebumps all over his skin, to have a reason to wake up in the mornings for the best coffee he's ever had, to be able to finally show his true colors to you, whom he trusted.

Yes, this is what love feels like. For Carlos to feel warmth in your embrace, to be appreciated for his existence, to be seen in a light that isn't about his gift or powers, to be feeling affection from someone he had been longing for, to have Y/N L/N be finally part of his life.

Yes, this is what love feels like. For you to finally get the prince you've been asking for, to be reciprocated by the boy you longed for, to have his lips synchronize with yours, to have Carlos Madrigal be finally part of your life.

This is what love feels like.

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euphoriaofmidnight · 1 year

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Little Ways

Summary: Camilo has always liked Y/N but doesn't have the courage to confess his love, instead he shows it in little ways.

Ever since Camilo met Y/N he couldn't stop thinking about their future together. His love for Y/N started like a seed that bloomed into a beautiful flower. He’s Camilo Madrigal, a playful, cheerful, outgoing, and confident person but when he sees Y/N his knees tremble. His family caught his action and knows what's going on with him. Silently teasing him whenever you are around him.

It all started when he saw you walking into the Casita with Antonio and your brother, Leo. Antonio and Leo shared an intimate interest in animals leading them to create a friendship. You were bored that time and your mother assigned you to look after Leo as he didn't trust your brother. He’s a naughty child and your mother is afraid that he might get into trouble with the Madrigals or break something important. You didn't mind it tho since you love babysitting children.

Pepa had a rainbow above her head when he saw Leo with Antonio. Her hands are on her chest looking at her youngest son lovingly. Antonio is a shy and quiet kid and doesn't like going out. Seeing her son make a friend with someone makes her heart pound. You notice the rainbow and your eyes land on Pepa. You waved your hand as a way of saying hello and nudged Leo to do the same. Pepa smiled at the both of you as you all went to Antonio’s room.

Hours passed and it was Dinner time. All of you didn't notice the time as you were all having a great time. Playing hide and seek and petting the animals. Antonio started to love you and you’re now considered his friend. When Abuela shouted that it was time for Dinner, Antonio dragged the both of you. Leo laughed loudly as the Stairs became flat. All of you slid down and stumbled.

Pepa already knew you as your parents are farmers, and sometimes you would go with them to deliver fruits and vegetables. The Madrigals love your crops. As you reached the ground floor you grabbed Leo and bid goodbye to them. Leo’s glaring as you gave him the look.

“You’re already going?” Pepa asked. Clouds formed above her head. You scratched the back of your neck and said to her that you were glad that you and your brother were welcome to the Casita but it was getting late and you needed to go home. Pepa insisted as he look at Antonio that started to have glossy eyes and was on the verge of tears. “Why don't you join us for dinner before you go home? I'm sure your parents won't mind right, Leo?”

Leo nodded as he looked at Antonio. Both of them gave you puppy eyes and it's your weakness so you just agreed. Pepa also wants to get to know Leo more. Casita gave both of you a seat. You sat beside Dolores and your brother. Camilo’s across from you.

As you all started eating, Camilo saw how you take care of your brother. From wiping the food beside his mouth to slicing the meat for him. Camilo’s lucky that you didn't notice that he’s been staring for so long but is also unlucky because Dolores and Isabella did.

“Just took a picture, Camilo.” Isabela teased. Camilo choked on his food, shape-shifting from you and to Isabela then back to himself. All the Madrigals were staring at him. Dolores and Isabela try their best not to laugh at the boy.

“Camilo, don't play games on the table.” his father scolded him. You and Camilo’s eyes met but he eventually cut it off as he noticed his cheeks turned into a bright shade of pink. Dolores kicks his foot under the table and teasingly raises both of her eyebrows.

When you and Leo got up to leave, he also got up but sat back again when his family started to look at him. His original plan was to escort you outside, but he got caught and realized he was being obvious. Eventually, they all find out what's happening with him and gave him a teasing look. You thanked them for having dinner and bid goodbyes. As soon as you leave the house the teasing begins.

As the day passed Leo and Antonio spent time together. This means he sees you often. That's when the friendship began. He found you interesting. He sees how you care for your family, especially your mother. As a mama’s boy, his heart pounds.

What he loves more about you is that you never judge him and love his pranks even if it's horrible. Some people are sensitive. He loves that you don't overreact to small things. Whenever he had a problem or was just really feeling down, you focused on him and comforted him. You are the reason why he always sleeps late as he can't stop thinking about you. On how your eyes brightened his days and how your dress swayed whenever you and he were dancing. You're just perfect. Sometimes he even wishes that you meant those words you said whenever you and he flirt jokingly…cause he means those words and pet names.

However, he didn't know how to show his love for you. Whenever he tried to say it, he just stuttered. He's nervous and wrecked. He didn't want to that both of you built. Especially since his brother and your brother are friends, if you reject him, things would be very awkward for the both of you. He’s afraid that he would not only ruin the friendship you both have but also Antonio and Leo. If confessing his feelings for you would ruin your friendship, might as well keep it.

So instead of telling you what he felt, he shows it. From taking the blame when you get yourself in trouble, massaging your shoulders when you complain you’re tired from your chores, telling you to compare hands just so he could feel your touch, catching your tears with his fingers and wiping them away, helping you with your chores even tho he had one, bringing you some food

#fanfiction #camilo madrigal #camilo my beloved #encanto camilo #encanto #confession #crush

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usedtobeguest123 · 2 years

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Encantober - Cacti

"It's okay, Tío, I'll just ask Papá. You're probably not strong enough anyway. Love you!" Isabela smiled sweetly and skipped away, leaving Bruno to blink in stunned surprise after her.

"Oooo," he said with a playful shiver and a smile, raising his eyebrows and jabbing a thumb toward his four-year-old sobrina's retreating back. "That one's a bit prickly isn't she? Are we sure she's not really Pepa's kid?"

"She is un ángel," Abuela said, her voice laden with warning. Bruno shrunk into himself just a little. "She is as lovely as a flower, inside and out. Don't you dare predict anything less for her."

"It wasn't a prophecy, Mamá, I-I wasn't even speaking in the future tense!" he urged, throwing his arms out wide in exasperation. Abuela tightened her mouth and left the room, following after Isa. Bruno relaxed his shoulders and glanced at the rat that had poked its head out of his collar.

"Did I say she wasn't lovely? I never said she wasn't lovely," he mumbled grumpily, turning to make his way toward his tower. He wagged a finger at the ceiling as he went.

"Mark my words, Casita, she's going to be as lovely as a cactus flower. Good on her, too. I think this family could use someone con una espina."

Espina means thorn, like on a cactus, but can also mean spine. So, con una espina = with a thorn/spine. Hopefully my spanish is holding true here...

#encantober #cacti #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto fanfic #my writing

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oncexinxmyxdreams · 7 months

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Encanto OC Event Week 1: Alejandra Cordova

Moodboard for Alejandra. 📿

Full Name: Alejandra Graciela Salazar Cordova.

DOB: May 24th, 1920.

POB: Villavicencio, Colombia.

Likes/Hobbies: Horseback riding, hiking, rainfall, watching a sunrise, and playing with her mice. She loves making bead jewelry. She also makes lampshades, windchimes and mobiles out of glass and other trinkets.

Dislikes: Nosey, loud people, arrogance and her father leaving. Having meltdowns when very upset. She especially dislikes seeing her twin suffer from migraines.

MBTI: ISFP

Height: 5'1"

Hair Color/Style: Dark brown and usually in a loose braid which has loose strands flowing around her ears. Hair is naturally curly, Type 2B, mid-back and no bangs.

Eye color: Jade green.

Sexual Orientation: Asexual.

Voice: Sofia Carson.

Positive Traits: Friendly, warm, caring, creative and quiet.

Negative Traits: Easily stressed, disorganized, low self-esteem. Can be bitter.

Habits: Fiddles with her hands often and touches her left arm when nervous.

Talents: Glassblowing and excellent horseback rider.

Pets: Her horse Acosta. He's a dark brown Paso Fino. Three mice named Violetta, Rodrigo and Yareli. She's always had a couple of mice since as a teen.

Favorite Food: Empanadas.

Career: Glassblower. Tried running her own jewelry business but didn't work.

Family: Fraternal twin sister Francisca. Her dear mother, Mercedes Reyes. Pablo Salazar, her father, who left when she was 13. Paternal grandma, Perla, who passed when she was a toddler. Paternal grandpa Arturo. There's some uncles, aunts and cousins, but she wasn't close to them. Doesn't know her maternal family side, except that her mom has a little sister. Her grandma Maria had a fallout with Mercedes and forbade the family to communicate.

Backstory: Alejandra was a shy, but loving and playful child. It seemed like everyone adored her for how cute and sweet she was compared to Francisca. However, Alejandra didn't like the attention. She didn't like everyone talking to or about her. Whenever she made a mistake, it led to self-esteem issues. Thankfully, Mercedes was there to guide, encourage and love her. Francisca was close to her despite being opposites.

When her parents annulled their marriage, Alejandra took it hard. Pablo hurried off with his new love and didn't contact his daughters. Alejandra felt betrayed but missed him. After all they used to be close. Less than a year later, he suddenly invited the girls to his wedding and the whole Salazar family was in Medellin. They attended, but it went downhill. Alejandra suddenly lost it and had a meltdown before the ceremony! Next time she heard from Pablo again it was 10 months later: he announced he had a new baby daughter! To her, it felt like being replaced.

After Mercedes died, there was no word from Pablo about what happened (though he learned it far later.) With no other family and only 15, the girls were alone. They went from place to place, living on odd jobs. 5 years later, due to a bizarre and frightening situation, they were separated and feared they'd never see each other again. That was easily the worst time of Alejandra's life. She celebrated her birthday without her sister for the first time. She tried living on her own while hoping Francisca was alright. Saving the details for later, but after 6 long months, they were reunited.

During Casita's rebuilding, new changes are underway for Alejandra. She's turned 30 and has lived in Boyacá for a few years. She loves her job as a glassblower, her animals and sharing a home with Francisca. Yet she feels like she doesn't belong; like she's missing another piece of her life. She decides to make amends with Pablo. Riding Acosta she arrives to Medellin, and finds out she has 10 half siblings! When father and daughter talk, it feels awkward. They don't click like expected, and she wonders what's wrong. Despite apologizing for ruining the wedding, they both fight. She abruptly leaves as thunder and lightning hit the sky. Lost in a violent storm, Alejandra rides southwards feeling angry, confused and unloved.

If you've read my fic, Miracles Come in Pairs, you know this part. 😉 Alejandra encountered familiar and dangerous colleagues. (People who were responsible for tearing the twins apart.) She was relentlessly pursued through jungles and mountains...into the Encanto...where danger couldn't follow. She encounters the Madrigals, not at all once, but different points. She's surprised they're so kind and helpful to a stranger. She doesn't know anything about them or the place since Mercedes barely discussed her past. Casita's been alive again for just two days but remains still, so she's not startled. How would an outsider react to a magical house or unusual gifts? Slow introductions.

Julieta and Pepa are sure Alejandra's related to Mercedes. They look eerily alike and it sparks hope they'd reunite with their old friend. Bruno...poor man feels like he's seen a ghost. After meeting Alejandra, Bruno recalls a vision from when he was a teen. Hidden deep among all the past tablets, one he completely forgot, and nobody else saw. It's Mercedes holding a baby girl. At the time, he thought it was predicting Mercedes's new sister. Now? What if that baby is Alejandra?

@encanto-extended-edition

#to be continued!#I have to save a lot of spoilers for Relationships week #encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc event #Miracles come in Pairs #alejandra cordova #encanto #oc

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Serenades In The Sun

The sun burns down from high above, perfectly centered in the deep blue sky. The ruthless heat of the day is disbursed by the cool wind that glides its way through the surrounding air. The day had started out busy, but as soon as the afternoon crept in, Julieta found herself at her stall alone. The morning had seen several cuts and bruises from the builders, and a few of the children. But overall, there had been fewer injuries today, so Alma had graciously given Julieta the day off.

Without hesitation, Julieta had run as fast as her legs could take her, right to Agustín’s front door. With matched enthusiasm, Agustín was thrilled to join Julieta for her day off. That was an hour ago, and now the couple finds themselves on the bank of the river. Julieta lies on a blanket, under the shade of a tree, while Agustín tosses stones across the water. Julieta stares at the back of his head with a smile, entranced by the tst, tst, tst, sound of the stones skipping off the surface of the water.

“You’re surprisingly very good at that, amor.” Julieta comments, breaking the silence and causing Agustín to turn around. A massive stupid grin graces his face, making Julieta’s heart skip several beats. He drops the rocks he was holding and dusts off his hands on his pants before making his way to her.

“Well, it’s all in the wrist.” Agustín says in a matter-of-fact tone. He grabs his sun hat and places it onto his head. He lays down on his side next to her, supporting his head on his hand. “It is quite simple, but thank you for the compliment.” He gives a little chuckle before kissing her forehead. Julieta closes her eyes and savors the kiss with a smile.

“I’m very glad today hasn’t been busy. It is nice to spend time with you, Agustín.” Julieta says, turning onto her side to look at him. “Sorry, it’s been a while since our last date.”

“Oh hush, there is nothing to be sorry about, mi vida.” Agustín dismisses her apology with a wave of a hand. “You are a very busy woman, and truth be told, I also have been rather busy, so we are both to blame.”

“I guess that is true.” Julieta agrees. “But it is nice to spend some time with each other again.”

“That it is. Spending time with you is my favorite activity.” Agustín states, sitting up and smiling down at her.

“Oh, really?” Julieta raises a playful eyebrow. “Why is that?”

“Many reasons,” Agustín nonchalantly comments. He reaches across the blanket and grabs the guitar he had brought. “For one reason, I get to see your beautiful face,” he strums the guitar in a light, slow melody. “Hear that adorable snort you do when you laugh hard enough, see how the sun dances off your skin, get lost in the twinkle in those big eyes of yours.”

“Oh please, Agustín, you’re such a flatterer.” Julieta giggles, turning her head to hide the massive blush spreading across her cheeks. Agustín hums in response, continuing his strumming.

“That I am, but all for you, of course.” Agustín admits. “I mean, God has placed an amazing woman in front of me, and you think I shouldn’t list all the amazing and beautiful things about her? That sounds like blasphemy to me, Juli.”

“You’re dumb,” Julieta laughs, rolling onto her back. A large smug grin spreads across Agustín’s face.

“Dumb and in love, both of those things come in the same package.” Agustín shrugs. “I can’t help it. And do you know what that makes me want to do?” He asks playfully.

“Do enlighten me.” Julieta smirks, wiggling her eyebrows up at him.

“Well, it makes me want to sing.” Agustín states, changing the tempo of his strumming. “Ay, mi amor, with skin as soft as silk-” His belting comes to a sudden halt as Julieta smacks the brim of his hat, causing it to tilt over his face.

“If you want to continue that, you have to get this back!” Julieta laughs maniacally as she rips the guitar out of Agustín’s grasp and takes off running towards Casita. Agustín calls out to her, his tone filled with playful joy. She gets rather far in her efforts before she suddenly feels a tugging force around her waist.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” Agustín wraps an arm around her waist as he catches up with her. “I didn’t get to finish my ballad!” Agustín bends down and, with a quick motion, he tosses Julieta over his shoulder. “Now you are stuck listening to it.” He starts walking away with her as he begins to sing again.

Julieta kicks her legs in fake protest as she giggles wildly while Agustín serenades her on their way back to Casita. The rest of the day passes in grins and playful giggles as the couple spends their time together in Casita’s kitchen. Agustín strums his guitar and sings as Julieta dances around the kitchen, enjoying the attention and the stupid lovey-dovey songs he sings about her.

It isn’t too often that Julieta gets a day off, but she is definitely very grateful that the residents of the Encanto decided not to injure themselves today. Today will be marked as one of her favorite days, thanks to the silly mustached man of her dreams and his songs.

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Been a while, huh? Well take some Julieta and Agustín fluff!

#suddendrabbles #julieta x agustin #they are so adorable #I still love them so much #He is a silly man in love okay!#She loves every minute of his stupid songs

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