#de aged mirabel

[gamerbearmira]

Thank you for your well wishes! I am taking a much needed break from work and my nephew is literally the best thing to happen in the entire world to me. I'll be trying to post more updates on this Au because I enjoy writing it a lot and might even explore some other Au's I've been thinking about I'm also going to be exploring more than one pov per part let me know what you think. Anyway on to the show BABY MIRA PART 5

The candle was at a loss on what it should do. This whole situation has gone so far away from it they have no idea how they got here. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It never was. Mirabel was supposed to figure out that she was the new matriarch of the familia when they added on to the house, when they built her a room, the house was going to expand, adding on to the foundation, making room for the coming generation. But that never happened. No instead she was pushed into the nursery and told to stay out of the way.

Casita was right they should have done something, but they had faith in the family, they didn't think things would get this far.... They were wrong and they had known they were wrong for a while now but didn't want to admit it.... Didn't want to admit they didn't know the familia as well as they thought they did.... But they should have and now Casita doesn't trust their judgement, refusing to listen to a thing they say and not going along with them anymore She is so angry with them about Mirabel and how they handled the situation. As for Mirabel herself.... Mirabel is in pain.....and it's all their fault. They didn't mean to hurt her but they did and they don't know what to do to make up for the pain they unintentionally caused besides going along with Casita, something they should have done a long time ago.

They had just apologized to Mirabel wanting to show her that the hurt wasn't on purpose that they cared about her, SAW her and the part she played in the famila, she had passed out as soon as they did, not that they blamed her. The poor girl was probably exhausted with the nights events and everything learned.

"you're sorry?" The voice is a whisper and angry and panicked in tone. It also isn't who they expected to address them. They had thought their current familia head would be asking that question but no, it's their healer who holds her sleeping youngest in the cradle of her arms rocking her slightly to keep her asleep. "You're sorry for what? What's happening? why did Casita do this?!" Oh.... in their focus on Mirabel they hadn't realized that their current head of familia hasn't translated what Casita said so them apologizing probably is very confusing and alarming to their healer. They look over to their current matriarch and she looks.... Lost.... eyes going from them to Mirabel to the door where Casita's tiles dance happily in the doorway, she's very proud of herself at the moment, finally being able to help her favorite family member the way she's been wanting to for a very long time has put her in a great mood. The candle doesn't know what's going on in the matriarch's head but they know they've caused enough damage for one night and decide to keep quiet for the rest of the night not wanting to cause anymore unintentional hurt or panic.

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Alma feels like she's on another plane of existence, or at the very least a part of her is, because NOTHING is making sense. Mirabel is a baby, turned into one by Casita as some sort of redo because apparently she has a gift but wasn't truly given it. Alma can't understand why? Why give her a gift but not truly give it to her? And why turn her into a baby? If it was just about redoing her ceremony why not just recreate a door and make it obvious who it was for? Why turn her back to a baby.... Before she can get lost in her train of thought her eldest child hushed but panicked voice breaks through "Mama please what did Casita say?! Why did the candle apologize? what's happening?!" Alma who had been looking at Mirabel sleeping little form at that moment looks up at her daughter who's still holding her Augustine not that far away standing just a little behind her. Seeing the obvious distress and building panic in her eldest child's eyes is enough for her to shake off the daze her head was just thrown in. She quickly shakes her head before addressing her daughter "I'm sorry Mija I... I was lost in thought for a moment I didn't mean to startle you..I .. apparently Mirabel has had a gift this entire time... Why she didn't get a room and why her door disappeared wasn't explained, apparently it was all the candles idea and they refused to explain themselves to Casita and clearly aren't explaining themselves now so that is still a mystery. But Casita did explain why she turned Mirabel into a baby. She said..... She said that she's making up for the mistakes that the candle made that this is a type of redo...." She waits for her daughter's response knowing that it's probably not going to be a good one. she had basically just told her that their family home is demanding they redo her youngest child's childhood because of the mistakes of a candle. If she was in her daughter and son-in-laws position she would be fuming.

She doesn't wait long for the reaction julieta and Augustine blink at her once then twice before a hushed choked "what?!" Comes from both of them julieta's shoulders starting to shake slightly as tears flood her eyes and stream down her cheeks and her arms which are still cradling Mirabel tighten their hold. Augustine has a lost look in his eyes as he comes closer from behind julieta putting one hand on her shoulder and the other around her back and takes hold of one of the arms cradling Mirabel trying to both support and comfort his wife. They both look devastated and Alma doesn't blame them. She wants to comfort them both but she has no idea what she can say in this situation to even try to make it better before she can even attempt to Julieta turns her head to look over at the still tiles outside of the room (when they stopped dancing is anyone's guess).

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The feeling of anger is not a very familiar one to Julieta. Shes never had much reason to be angry through her life and had never been very quick to it, not even in youth but right now.... Right now she finally understands the phrase seeing red.... Because how dare some stupid house come in and say that her baby, her wonderful, amazing Mirabel needed a redo. Mirabel doesn't need a redo. Mirabel doesn't need anything she's perfect the way she is, yes a gift and a room all her own would solve so much but she doesn't need to redo her entire life for those! She loves Mirabel the way she is now, clumsy and so full of love, energy and passion for the people around her and what she does, how sweet and thoughtful she is. What if all that disappears? The thought is so painful tears come to her eyes and spill down her cheeks so fast she can't even think about holding them back. She feels Augustine hold on her shoulder and arm it's familiar and keeps her grounded in the moment. She turns to look from her mama to look out the door to the now still tiles. When she speaks she can hardly recognize her own voice it's so filled with anger and panic "Why? Why would you do this to her? She loves you! She doesn't need to redo her life and she never needed a gift all she needed was a bedroom of her own!" She says all of this in a hiss not wanting to wake Mirabel up again knowing just how tired she must be. There is slight movement from the tiles obviously Casita responding she turns to her Mama for a translation. Her Mama is immediately translating for her clearly not wanting to startle her again "Casita says she knows Mirabel loves her And that she loves her too, that she loves her so much that she wants to give her everything that was withheld from her by the candle and the only way she knows how to do that is by starting over....." Her mama stops having nothing else to translate

"Well it's not a necessary thing to do, undo it and just give her a room!" Julieta is whisper yelling trying to stay quiet because of the time and the sleeping baby but wanting to show her anger and displeasure at her home. the tiles move again and again her mama translate "Casita says she's sorry she's upset you and Augustine. She says that this is for the best for Mirabel and the familia in the long run and...." Her mama pauses staring at Casita in horror for a second before in a shaking voice finishes translating for Casita ".... And even if she wanted to she can't undo what's been done..." It's a good thing Augustine was holding onto her because she feels her legs give out and if it wasn't for him she would have hit the floor hard and fast with Mirabel in her arms.

This can't be undone.... Her mirabel.... Her sweet 15 year old baby girl... She's gone and she's not coming back.... She looks down at the sweet little face cradled in her arms and just breaks down into silent sobs..... Because shes GONE but she's RIGHT here... and Julieta has no idea what to do... She can hear Augustine talking to her but her head is in a fog..... then she feels a familiar hand on her face it can't be Augustine's he's currently the only thing keeping her up at the moment she looks up from the somehow still sleeping baby version of her youngest to look up to see who is touching her. It's her Mama, she is saying something but Julieta can't make it out over the ringing in her ears. She forces herself to take a breath and focus on her mama's face trying to make sense of what's being said to her.

"it's okay Mija take a deep breath in." She does as her mama tells her, feeling overwhelmed and slightly terrified "Good Mi babé now take a slow breath out for me, that's it!" She does, feeling her heart, which had been beating so fast she honestly thought she was having a heart attack, slow down and everything which had been blurry before was completely in focus now her mama drops her hands from her face seeing her calming down.

"what are we going to do mama?!" She hears herself ask, voice shaken and in a whisper. She never looks away from her needing to see her mami's face, needing to know everything is going to be alright, her mama sighs in a way she's never heard before, it's tired and almost sounds defeated "I don't know Mija, I really don't know...." She whispers looking down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at her a resolve in her eyes, "But there is nothing we can do now but try and get some rest before we have to tell the others in the morning." Before she can really argue Julieta feels herself being guided up from her sitting position to standing Augustine's voice whispering "come on mi vida let's get you and Mira to bed we can deal with all of this in the morning." She allows herself to be led back to her room by her husband he sits her down on the bed she can hear him making noises around her but her focus is on the little baby asleep in her arms she feels a hand on her shoulder and she looks up startled not having heard Augustine come up "Here Mi Vida, I made a little pillow fort in the middle of the bed for our little Miraboo to sleep nice and safe between us." She lets him take her watching him carefully suddenly very uneasiness about not having Mirabel in her arms, what if something happens?

She watches Augustine carefully lay their daughter down in the little pillow fort and just as careful as he laid her down he slides himself to one side of the pillow fort facing Mirabel. She slides herself over to the other side of it just as carefully laying on her side so she's also facing Mirabel. There's nothing more she can do tonight but watch as Mirabel, and then eventually Augustine, sleeps. She wants to join them really she does, she's never been more exhausted in her life. But what if something happens to Mirabel again? What if she disappears completely?

Yes there's nothing more they can do now but wait till morning, But that doesn't mean Julieta shouldn't watch her baby until then.

Well I’m glad your taking a breath and I hope you have fun with your nephew <333 And I can’t wait for more baby Mirabel (BUT TAKE BREAKS⁉️⁉️⁉️)

Ok like. Everyone’s perspective is so cool, I like that <333 but like rs. Everyone being confused, distressed and shoot, even mad is completely reasonable. Like I’d be confused asf too 😭 though I do see where Casita is coming from. I mean she can’t warn them about it, because the others definitely would’ve done something stop it (if they even could??? I mean Mirabel’s not turning back to normal by Casita or the Candle, so clearly that’s that.). But like Agustín making the best with what’s he’s got, a round of applause for him bro 🫧🫧 like he’s pretty much been the most level headed the whole time, can we get this man a cupcake or SOMETHING, he deserves it 💀

Ayo if you have a name for this. You should totes give it to me because I’d love to put these in their own tag <333

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #encanto agustín #de aged mirabel au #de aged mirabel

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Encanto Switcheroo AU

Or just an age swap AU. And also role swap.

An anon asked for the former and I got a little carried away. It’s now a full AU.

Please do send me asks with any questions you have.

Pepa (50) is the eldest of Alma and Pedro’s triplets. Passionate and admittedly bossy, she has been leading the way for her siblings since they were born. The de-facto leader of the Madrigals in her mother’s absence.

Bruno (50)… yeah, we don’t talk about him.

Julieta (50) is the final piece of the Madrigal triplets. Though she is usually outshone by her older siblings, that is not to discredit the town’s appreciation of her. Certainly, her husband, Agustín, would be very lost without her.

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Camilo (21) is the eldest of Pepa and Félix’s children. He is a charming and sociable young man, though theatrical and mischievous, he finds himself overlooked in terms of usefulness and perfection.

Antonio (19) is the younger of the two boys. He isn’t particularly close with most of the townspeople, he is a shy boy and much prefers the company of his siblings. But he is always willing to lend a hand to anyone who needs him.

Dolores (15) is the youngest and only daughter of Pepa and Félix. The only Madrigal to not receive a gift on her fifth birthday, she has remained a figure of mystery ever since.

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Mirabel (21) is the eldest of Agustín and Julieta’s daughters. This perfect young lady is considered to be very much her mother’s miniature. She is soon to become the most ideal bride to Natalio Alfaro; a very lucky man, indeed.

Isabela (15) is the typical problematic middle child, however, has seemingly won over her Abuela’s favour and somehow escapes all of the trouble she causes. It is not unsurprising to see her with leaves in her hair and dirt on her dress

Luisa (4) is the youngest and the current holder of the baby privilege card in La Casa Madrigal. An excitable and friendly girl, though a little nervous for her upcoming birthday.

#encanto #encanto switcheroo au #encanto au #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #luisa madrigal

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 9: Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heh. Clockwork.

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

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

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

Mostly he just slept.

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

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

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

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

And you know what? He really liked it.

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

[aeshnalacrymosa]

La Bruja del Encanto

☘️ Aya la bruja

☘️ Full Name: Áurea Lombroso

☘️☘️ named after Santa Aurea de Ostia, a Roman martyr from the 3rd century

☘️☘️ name meaning: from Latin aurum, meaning "golden"

☘️ Hair: straight and black when young; streaked with gray with one gray lock when older

☘️ Eye color: amber

☘️ Skin color: light olive

☘️ Physique: 5'2" with slender build; slightly heavier in middle age; oval face

☘️ Signature colors and symbols: black and myrtle green with shamrocks to symbolize healing and the Trinity

☘️ Writing Development:

As I mentioned in my previous post for @encanto-extended-edition , I initially had no intention of developing "Aya la bruja" beyond the name and the idea that a "witch" taught Julieta Madrigal traditional medicine. But when I wrote "The Two Healers," two questions sought answers:

One, what if this "bruja" was not an old crone at all but a girl?

Two, if Bruno Madrigal did have a lover in his youth, why is he single and childless when we meet him in the movie?

☘️ Character Bio:

Before Julieta Madrigal received her gift, the Lombroso family served the Encanto as healers using herbs, plants, and mushrooms to heal everything from headaches to heartaches. But due to prevailing superstitions at the time, the family became known as witches despite the fact that they were friends with the village priest and were Catholics with a special devotion to San Juan de la Cruz and Santa Teresa de Ávila, who were descended from conversos like themselves.

Aya met the Madrigal triplets when she and they were all 15 years old following the tragic demise of Aya's whole family, which I will cover next week. Aya would become especially close to Julieta in the next several years, but she loved all the triplets. In this time, Aya continued her family's work by healing anything that Julieta could not. She becomes known as Aya la bruja (the witch).

In his late teens, when Bruno's reputation in the Encanto deteriorated and he developed severe melancholy (depression), he went to Aya for healing. But the treatment for his ailment was potentially harmful for younger patients, so he settled for her companionship.

Bruno and Aya were 20 when they became a couple. Instead of marrying, they maintained a physical relationship for 20 years up until Mirabel's disastrous door ceremony forces Bruno to hide in Casita's walls.

Bruno's disappearance broke Aya's heart. Because of his melancholy, Aya feared that Bruno had taken his own life. So she left the Encanto one year after his disappearance. But one year after his return, so does Aya. They picked up where they left off and finally married.

☘️ Relevant fics: (mind the tags)

#aya la bruja #encanto oc #encanto original character #encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc art #encanto oc event #digital art #medibangpaint #medibang art #medibang paint #aeshna's art #aeshna's fics

[acosmicdisappointment]

status / closed, adem (@scmantic) location / la fiesta de vendimia

The best yet most frustrating part of traveling for Ysla was buying the perfect souvenirs for each of her family members back home. She had asked them beforehand what each of them wanted to make shopping easier. So there she was, going through each stall hoping to find the perfect gift. The current stall she was in displayed a colorful array of local crafts and trinkets, each one seemingly more appealing than the last. The tight smile on the stall vendor's face should have been enough reason for Ysla to hurry up and choose. But the perfectionist in her wanted to make sure she got all their pasalubong right. "Surprise me," that's all her favorite niece said with no context whatsoever. That put a lot of pressure on Ysla seeing as she wanted to be the cool aunt. Dina was into all things kikay or girly. The first thing that came to Ysla's mind was accessories. But the kind, color and style? Ysla had no clue. What do seven-year-olds these days like anyways? Ysla debated on asking for help from the vendor, who was giving her the stink eye at this point. A figure appeared beside her, and Ysla saw it was a little girl, about her niece's age to be exact. No harm in asking a kid their opinion, right? She was hoping for an honest opinion; after all, chikdren didn't lie. So she did, remembering to approach the kid with a friendly smile and introduce herself, the way she used to with the ones she taught back home. Within a few minutes, Ysla had finally gotten the perfect gift for her niece, thanks to the girl whose name she found out was Emine. The more this little girl talked, the more she reminded Ysla of Mirabel. She felt a tug on her heartstrings as she listened to Emmy talk, her hand immediately coming to touch the butterfly necklace she wore. Ysla didn't know why, but she wanted to know more about this kid, to the point where she agreed to buy her more than a few trinkets from the stall as a thank you, to which the vendor looked glad. "Thank you so much for your help, Emmy. You really made my day today." Ysla knelt down to her eye level and gave her a smile as she handed her the bag with the trinkets she bought for Emmy. "I hope your parents aren't mad I asked for your help." Ysla scanned the area, hoping to spot someone searching for Emine. Allowing a child to wander off in a crowded place wasn't ideal. Ysla felt she might need to have a word with Emine's guardian about it.

#⋆୨♡୧⋆ ysla: casual conversations #⋆୨♡୧⋆ ft. adem #babygirl's debut teehee #i hope this is okay!!! #sorry it's long had to set the scene #emine is ysla's now sorry adem

[queenofthedisneyverse]

El santuario de los padres

Today was a tough day/week, for all of them really. The kids just were a bit much all over…and they needed a break. So, why not have a get together among cross dimensional friends and kids? Parent by parent, kid by kid, they walked through portals and stood in front of the six story Casita. 

There they all stood. Mamabuela, mamaisa, papa Bruno, mamalores, mamabel, papantonio (all by @gamerbearmira), pamamilo (by me), and Mamaluisa (by @yellowcry). Each of them had their own kid/kids with them and the parents looked…tired. But very happy they got this break.

(PS. Papa Bruno is Bruno who adopted Mirabel and Antonio because they were being neglected.)

“Hey luisa!” Mamabel waved at mamaluisa with her 12 year old daughter next to her. Mamaluisa waved back and so did ML! Mirabel (MLU = Mama luisa). Mamabel had 2 year old Antonio in her arms and the rest of her children in tow. 

“Hey tio!” Mamaisa waved at papa Bruno who had his 14 year old Mirabel and four year old Antonio with him. He waved back and so did his nino’s. Mamaisa was busy holding 3 year old Antonio and had 13 year old Camilo and Mirabel with her, as well as 17 year old Luisa. 

“Hola Lolo” Mamabuela waved at mamalores who had 11 year old Mirabel with her and 1 year old Antonio in her arms. Mamabuela had 12 year old Isabela, 10 year old Luisa, and six year old Mirabel with her. 

“Hey tonito!” pamamilo waved at papantonio who had 4 year old Mirabel with him. Pamamilo had 4 year old Antonio, 6 year old Isaac, 8 year old sophia, 9 year old macario, and 10 year old celeste. 

The very ground they stood on was a wide and long land full of luscious jungle. Beyond that was just a beautiful orange sunset. You could see that the jungle did end somewhere but too far for anyone to actually walk to. 

The trees and bushes gave sweet fruit and berries for the kids or adults to eat. The overall vibe was very joyful and warm. A large playground sat to the right of the house and that’s instantly where the kids above the age of 3 went. The older kids could easily watch the four year olds so it was no biggie leaving them alone. 

The tweens/teens such as PB! Mirabel, MLU! Mirabel, ML! Mirabel, MA! Isabela, and M! Mirabel, MI! Camilo, and MI! Luisa ran into the house and into a large decorated room for them to talk.  (PB = Papa Bruno, ML = Mamalores, MA = Mamabuela, MI = Mamaisa). 

As for the babies such as PB! Antonio, MI! Antonio, ML! Antonio, and MB! Antonio among other toddlers were put into a small play area next to the couch inside the living room. The “adults” all sat on their designated cushions and all let out a relaxed sigh. (And yes, I know, lot’s of baby Antonio’s)

“Tough day?” Mamabuela asked?

All she heard was tired sounds that clearly meant “yes”. Don’t get me wrong, they love their little munchkins to death, but please believe that taking care of them isn’t so easy. Especially when you're too young to even raise them…

“Antonio wouldn’t eat his vegetables for two hours” Papabruno pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mirabel thought it was a good idea to make a toasted pb&j sandwich…almost burnt the kitchen down” Papatonio groaned. 

“Alejandra decided she wanted to see what leaves tasted like” Mamabel’s eye twitched

Parent by parent, they all listed what they went through from the following week and day. It was apparent that all of them were tired. 

“I need tea” Mamalores sighed when she put her hands on her head. A headache prominent in her head for three hours before she got here. 

“I need wine” Pamamilo chuckled

“Tea it is” Mamaisa got up and attempted to go toward the kitchen but someone stopped her. 

“I got it isa, you can relax” Papatonio put his hand on her shoulder and patted it. 

“I’m more closer to the kitchen” Mamalulu stood up, “I can go make it-”

Here we go

“Oh no, you guys can sit down, I can do it” Mamabel raised her hand in an up and down motion. Gesturing for them to sit. 

“I can do it, it’s no issue. Just tell me what tea you guys like” Pamamilo chimed in

“I can go, I don’t mind” Papabruno stood up

“I mentioned tea, so I should do it” Mamalores got off the couch, “you can sit d-”

CRASH….a window has been broken. And what went through the window? A baseball. Yards, miles, acres worth of land and yet the children decided to play baseball…directly near the house. 

And what made the situation funny, is that the outside was very quiet. Eerily quiet. Usually, the outside always sounded like kids at recess. Now?...ghost town. The kids all knew there was trouble ahead and this could be heard from outside-

“Why would you do that?” MB! Luisa shouted at ML! Mirabel. MB! Luisa sounded scared and panicked. 

“I don’t know! It was an accident!” ML! Mirabel sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“You're gonna die” MB! Mirabel said with blatant honesty.

Inside the house all of the “adults” looked very displeased and stared directly at the baseball. 

“How about we make our own tea and deal with that later” 

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Here’s how sanctuary casita works:

Sanctuary Casita has about 50+ rooms inside of it. All of them are big or small depending on the kid or parent. 

Casita is six stories tall and wide as hell seeing as it needs to fit 50+ people. Sometimes the parents and kids stay long enough to sleep there but not all the time. 

It has a pool, LARGE kitchen, dance studio, library, and anything else you could think of. 

Yep, that’s about it. If you have any ideas for what else to add let me know. 

How the au works and Q&A

When the parents get stressed out they usually go to sanctuary casita for a break. 

How did they meet? Still trying to figure that out but it has to do with just a portal opening up in their room. 

All of the parents have a special pendant necklace (that was gifted to them by sanctuary Casita) they can call each other through. All they have to do is touch the pendant with a certain person in mind and they just call them. The kids above four have them too.

Do the other relatives of the parents know the sanctuary world exists? Depends on who you're asking. Papa bruno, Mamaluisa, and Mamalores, Mamabel: No/not yet. Papantonio, Mamabuela, and Pamamalio: yes. 

Do I plan on expanding this au?...sort of? I guess, mostly with incorrect quotes. 

How many times do they meet up? Every week or every other month.

Will there be angst in this au? only by request. Other than that, it's just wholesome family vibes.

#encanto au #au #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #el santuario de los padres au

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I'm going to be obvious and ask for Aesop Sharp for the character questions

By the way, love your posts

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Hi Endy!! ^ ^ always happy to deliver!

How I feel about this character

When I saw him I knew it: he is the resident foster dad for a whole school of little disaster children who if not out of malice, out of sheer curiosity or absent-mindness will pull out a stunt he will have to deal with. The man knows not a single moment of rest; he will guard his private quarters with his leg and when it is no more, with his life.

I like me a grump of an uncertain age who likely will eventually remember a story or two from his days in service -- put in a some kind of narrative to have an aesop from it. It's a headcanon, but Sharp might feel an intensive to turn his life experience into cautionary tales because he is de-facto teaching the wizarding world's future; he can affect the future by not letting it see the criminal side of life alluring.

I will answer the next question or I'd never shut up how this shift in perspective -- from the catcher to seeing the precursors -- affected him and shaped his understanding of the task he used to perform.

But I won't hide it that I find his character very complex and alluring in a sense of putting him through very intricate debates and trying to guess where his liking and siding will fall.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I ship him with my f!oc I made to be his partner.🥺 Don't tell Maarty how she died, or I'd be kidnapped and shipped to Czechia to write a story where she survives and lives with Aesop happily ever after.

Then, I ship him with my another f!oc, the librarian intern. She was hired to be trained for the further work at the Ministry's archives -- including these of Hogwarts -- after studying and working overseas.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Mirabel and Sirona.

They're seem like the resident therapist group, either helping out folks or supporting them, they're not people, they're sunshine.

One Sirona's line I can still recall by heart:

it’s a joy to see anyone 'blossom’ — but particularly one who doubted they ever would.

I know she said to MC par the course of conversation about her and Mirabel's school years, but imagine her watching Aesop going a long way of learning how to approach life after the injury, the wheelchair and cane, life with a limp.

My unpopular opinion about this character

We had many talks over the course of months about him and I… can't call any opinion of him unpopular? like, in a sense it's controversial?..

Calling him a whimsy in denial isn't it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

A scene where he is in the one room with Eleazar and listening to his ancient magic musings. After he's done, telling him to look at the corked bottle of firewhisky at the table before them and ask himself how did he manage to speak from the bottom of it. They didn't even get an inch closer to it from where they stood but here they were, already unadulterated and lost without a single glass. "What has gotten into you, Eleazar; you think about your theories one more time and you might get yourself a test subject or a manifestation; knowing you, you'd sign me up under your tasks for the research antics, and I have a hefty amount as is to my own cause, so if I may ask you to stop this with an immediate effect, heed my humble plea. Stop. Now."

#днявочка #днявочка: hlegacy #ask aways #днявочка: фандомное #aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy

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El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino

The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

You work as a personal servant within the Royal Madrigal's family castle, but after the fall of the Castillo and rebirth of the miracle, your work plans change. Time to make the missing triplet feel at home once again.

The dictionary of my spanglish and bad timeline: - El Castillo de Encanto the casita in this version. - Reader is technically 22 years old. - I'm using a mix of a magical democratic monarchy and traditional Spanish, Colombian, and a dash of Downton Abbey

Chapter ambience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLWbKf4YcAA

Fifty years ago, a newly widowed mother received a miracle. Pushed out of her home after the birth of her three children by the violent conflict of the Colombian civil war, she and her husband were forced to flee in hopes of finding a new home. Even as many joined them, they could not escape the dangers of warfare. The wife watched as her newly fathered husband was lost to the violence of war. But, even in their darkest moment, Alma Madrigal was given a miracle.

The candle she held became a magical flame that could never go out, and glowed brightly in that dark night. It blessed Alma Madrigal with a refuge in which to live. The magic made towering green, protective mountains over her and her people. It was a place of wonder, an enchantment. The miracle grew, creating a castle for her and her family to live in, El Castillo de Encanto. Their house, the castle itself, came alive to shelter them.

When her children came of age, the miracle blessed them with magic too. Passing down to them a magical gift to match the magical candle Queen Alma Madrigal was bestowed. And when their children came of age, that magic was passed through each generation. Together, the royal family's gifts have made the Encanto, truly, a paradise.

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

Each gift given to the Madrigal’s was just as special as they were. 

~~~

When you wake up you do so to the sound of a ringing bell, loud and clanging to purposefully alert the women and men around you. You jump up so fast being so startled and smack your forehead on the wooden panel of the bunk above you. With a small hiss and rubbing your forehead, you stumble out of bed, grabbing at the clothes under your bed frame. The woman above you does too. Everyone around is scrambling to get their royal garb on, whispering in excitement. 

Today we move back into El Castillo de Encanto! The Castle! 

You had to admit how relieved you were. It was so cramped in this temporary arrangement the servants of the Madrigal family found themselves in while the magic was still weak. This was usually where the nuns from the church would stay. 

Truly, a humble celibate life they live… You think to yourself as you use a silvery, shiny ribbon to quickly tie your hair into a low ponytail. 

Ten years ago, the village of Encanto fretted over the state of the magic blessing when Mirabel Madrigal did not receive a gift like the rest of her family. Not even 24 hours later, one of the royal magical triplets in the second generation known as “Bruno, la maldición del destino” by most of the town, disappeared. 

You were only 12 when this all happened, working alongside your parents as an apprentice of servitude. When you were 13, you were working alone without your parents anymore. You weren’t sure why they passed away so young.

You loved your parents. The Columbian political unrest was too much, most nights they could see the smoke billowing from other towns around them being lit aflame. When your mother got pregnant with you they had a hard decision to make, stay with their friends and family and be in their home, or leave to ensure the safety of their future daughter- you. They thought and thought until your mother was incredibly far along in her pregnancy and the smoke got closer and closer, until they could see orange in the village nearby. The flames licked upwards, burning the homes of innocent families. So, with nothing but a bag with a blanket and a mysterious letter that didn’t have a return address with directions, they set out to find the mysterious Encanto.

You still had that letter. You had practically memorized what it had written on it. In shiny golden metallic font, it stated, “The Encanto, home for anyone looking for refuge or a miracle. Follow the butterflies. Climb the forested mountain. It is waiting for you.” They did. Somehow, they told you, they found it. It was almost like being lost and blinking and suddenly realizing where you’re going. They walked by the butterflies they saw. They took the nights in the cover of the jungle forests. They hiked up mountains. 

They actually saw the castle, and almost as if it was meant to be, your mother went into labor. You remembered sitting there and listening to this story as a child with wonder coursing through your veins. The magical royal family was alerted to them as newcomers, and they took pity on your mother and father. You were born inside the castle, brought into the world by none other than her Majesty Juileta Madrigal. The Madrigals favored your parents' perseverance and love for you as their daughter. They were personally assigned to be paid and housed as servants of the Madrigal family. 

Which, in the Encanto, was a very good job many of the villagers would be envious of. 

Your mother became Juileta’s personal servant. Your father, Bruno’s. You would remember how your mom would come back to the servants quarters with a smile on her face and a treat for you. Your father… Typically would come back looking worried and flop on his bed for a minute before winding down and being his usual self. 

When you were 5 that was when the apprenticeship started happening. Nothing really like backbreaking work, the servants usually never had to do that. You followed in your parents footsteps and worked to be a personal servant. The Madrigals had servants for everything. Teachers, babysitters, clothes, cooking, training- anything! A passion could easily be followed. Like your mother and father, from a young age you really liked order. You liked cleaning, putting things in place, choosing outfits and hairstyles or decorating rooms to be more cozy.

When Mirabel came of age for her gift, and the ceremony was a disaster as she didn’t even get a gift, your mother and father seemed both distraught. Then, Bruno disappeared. Your father suddenly and immediately declined. He wouldn’t get up for his servant job from his bunk. He only spoke to you and your mother. You couldn’t even think of how many times he whispered “you know I love you, right?” to you and your mother every night. You knew he blamed himself for Bruno disappearing, perhaps. Maybe he thought he should’ve done a better job? You didn’t know. You were too young to know. 

Your mother passed first, however. You remember her waking up really early that day and whispering “I love you mi luna” to your dad, kissing his cheek before leaving. You don’t know exactly what happened. You think maybe a stroke. But your mother passed while working, and it was so quick Juileta couldn’t get to her in time to heal her. 

When your father heard the news he was devastated. He held you that night. When you woke up to get breakfast you came back to him cold, and lifeless, still in his bunk. You knew he died of a broken heart. 

You wished to have a love like your parents. A marriage like them. But ever since they passed you have focused on working and being the most reliable servant in the Castillo. Because of that, at the ripe young age of 13 you were assigned to La Riena Alma’s biggest mess. 

Mirabel Madrigal. 

Her Queen Alma Madrigal found the gift-less grandchild to be a pain, invisible, not as special as the rest of the magical family. When she saw how hard you worked even at your age and everything that had happened she grew content with making you the girls permanent personal servant. 

You didn’t complain. 

By then she was 7. And Mirabel was the kindest, funniest, little girl you had ever met. You practically raised her. You studied with her after her educational servant would let her out for the day, you bathed her and made sure her hair was shiny, you cleaned her glasses and taught her how to step on every stone in the Castillo without putting a foot on a crack. 

It broke your heart to see how badly Mirabel wanted to help the family even without a magical blessing like her siblings and cousins. You would go into town with her sometimes and watch the villagers practically ignore her. You hated it. But you tried everything in your power to make sure that Mirabel was happy, gift or no gift. She was special to you. A soul sister. 

When you turned 18, because of how well you handled Mirabel, her majesty Queen Madrigal named you head of servants. Honored, and feeling privileged, you worked even harder. But despite everything you did it felt like the family tension with Mirabel and the hush hush about “ese desgraciado Bruno diablo” grew more and more. 

Until the magic completely failed.

When Isabela Madrigal had a very unsuccessful, chaotic proposal from the village favored Guzman family son, Riena Alma ordered you to take all the servants away to a temporary housing arrangement at the church. She made sure to scream about how the magic is strong and the candle will never burn out. 

It did. 

The Castillo literally crumbled to the ground. Turned into a pile of rubble with barely known remnants of what was once a glorious castle. Mirabel disappeared. Horrified you spent hours with the Madrigals searching for her in this devastated state. The magic was gone, the blessing was no more, and it would seem only a miracle could fix the internal damage within the familia Madrigal and the hope of the villagers. 

Thankfully. She did come back. On horseback, with her Abuela Alma and a figure no one ever expected to return. 

Bruno.

Reunited with her family, Mirabel single handedly encouraged the entire Encanto to hope in miracles again. A month of hard work from everyone made the Castillo be rebuilt in the same glory it was before. And when Mirabel added the final touch of a doorknob, the miracle became restored. The bright golden lights and sparkles and swirls of colors that made their way up through the stone of the Castillo and rooted themselves in the ground under the whole village's feet was a sight to only behold in a state of awed wonder. 

It was a day of celebration. You took Mirabel’s hands and danced with her in celebration, cheering, saying “I knew you could do it! You are so much more special than you realize!!” The new miracle bestowed another blessing on the land, one that united everyone in communication and a desire to be better and let go of the biases of the past and make a better future. 

You blinked rapidly from your thoughts when your bunk mate called for you over her shoulder, “Hey! Líder sin miedo, c’mon! You’re going to be late moving into your ‘elite servant’ room!” 

You laugh and sprint towards her and outside of the cramped sleeping quarters, “As long as I get top bunk this time!!! 

~~~

Your joke earlier was meant as a joke and when you got to the castle everything went even more smoothly. Luckily, you did not need a bunk mate. Upon uniting with their respective Madrigal family members, each servant was either on the giving or receiving end of a magical hug. 

Mirabel threw herself at you and you at her, both of you embracing in a fit of giggles, dancing from side to side in the tight hug. When the girl pulls away she pushes her glasses up her face and smiles at you as if she was still the humble, giftless girl she was before and not the restoration of a miracle. 

Her humbleness still made her excitedly help you get settled into your quarters. They were nice. You had a room alone to yourself, with a queen sized bed and your own personal bathroom, bookcase, desk, wardrobe, and drawers. Mirabel didn’t shut up the whole time she helped you get moved in, excitedly talking about the magic and then moving on to the most surprising topic to most of the other servants. 

Her tío Bruno. 

She excitedly explained to you how he was “weird, but not like, weird weird like more like just kinda nutty weird not like super evil weird.” Which honestly made you chuckle a little. 

“So master Bruno is awkward?” 

“Yeah!” Mirabel lit up, still talking like a madman, which you loved. You really did like it when someone was excited to talk about something. It was sweet how passionate they would get. And you loved Mirabel, and so each nod and hum you gave in reply to her rambling was entirely genuine. 

She explained how short Bruno was. How he lived in the abandoned dungeon and the walls of the Castillo, with his only friends being the rats in there. She even explained his embarrassing habit of using them to make his own little personal plays so he would be entertained all cooped up in there. 

You giggled, only drawing on what your father’s experience was with him. He explained Bruno was always well meaning but prone to being really unlucky himself. He always tried to convince you as a young girl that Bruno wasn’t as scary as everyone made him seem. 

Standing at 5’3, being 50 years old, and looking so skinny for his age- yup. You believed him and Mirabel well over the village folk and Camilo’s shallow seven foot interpretation of his uncle. 

Mirabel went on to explain how much he loved the Encanto, the Madrigal monarchy itself, and each and every one of the family members. How he aided her in seeing the future to help save the miracle. She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on how he seemed to be the only adult she had ever met (“aside from present company, of course,” she made sure to add, winking at you) who treated her with respect. Like he understood her wishes and desires and demands and even if he was scared he knew what was for the best despite the wishes of the f amily to remain “fine”. After her emotional banter about him she got more into his appearance. 

By then you were following behind her with your back straight, clasped hands held at your belly button height, resuming the perfect personal servant posture as you did before the collapse. Your tied up hair billowed behind you as you kept a strong, certain stride. You wanted to make sure you kept working that hard and pouring everything you had into this job even if the family seemed more lax. You were the Head of Servitude, after all. 

“He has this crazy slouch. You know, like the kind you see little gárgolas standing in. Oh! And he always rings his hands or waves them around- real expressive with them, ya know?” Mirabel walked, talking to you over her shoulder, “He is all gangly like he doesn’t know where to put his limbs sometimes. You know what I mean- like a growing adolescente. He seems to not understand where to place his feet.” Mirabel walked the memorized path to her room, not stopping a moment during all of this, “When the castle was rebuilt he immediately went to bed. He wasn’t awake this morning if you didn’t see- in fact I bet he’s still in bed, durmiendo todo el dia, jeez, what an old man. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t really like using his gift anyways.” 

When she stopped in front of her door she turned to you, a smile still on her happy little face. You chuckled, and spoke, “What a glowing review for your regio uncle.” 

“I know right!” Mirabel giggled and moved her hips and legs so her brightly colored skirt swung back and forth. You stepped up next to her with a soft smile, making her turn towards her bedroom door and reach for the handle, “Now it’s your turn to help me move in!” She gave you a sly smile, knowing you would love this detail, “I need a lot of help decorating.” 

Your eyes lit up in happiness, your face not revealing it in its entirety but a small smile did form on your lips. 

You grabbed the door knob with her, “What are we waiting for then?!” 

Mirabel laughed.

~~

The next week went on with the Madrigal family settling back into the Castillo with as much grace and understanding under the new miracle Mirabel had created. Unfortunately, because Mirabel was the creator of this miracle you found yourself not her personal servant as often anymore. It meant you had to resume the extra duties of head of servitude (which, admittedly, were not as fun as goofing around with Mirabel all day). 

You usually wake her up most days. It meant a good morning routine and a great way to start off the day as she would sing while you fixed her hair and tended to her curls. Her eyes would scrunch behind her glasses as you scolded her for being such a “wiggly worm” and “oruga tonta”.

So often her Majesty the Queen Alma Madrigal would come into Mirabel’s room in the morning. You would have to take a step back as your mistress would run up to her abuela and kiss her cheek and ask her how she slept. It was clear that they had repaired their relationship and were eagerly growing it as the days went on. 

“Might I borrow the room, miss?” Reina Alma had asked of you on the first morning back in the saddle. 

You bowed, “Yes your su Majestad,” You kept your head down in proper etiquette with your hands placed together at your midsection, walking past the queen with kindness. 

You were anxious. Mirabel was whisked away more and more by her grandmother, and while you were so excited for her you knew what it meant. Less time with you! What you saw as your little sister was finally growing up and it pained you a little. You didn’t know why. You practically felt like her second mom. You watched her grow from lost in the world to understanding her place. 

Perhaps you wished to continue to have that life guidance for her. It gave you a lot of meaning. 

When Mirabel was advising her grandmother, you busied yourself with the other tasks demanded of your head of servitude job. That included but was not limited to meal preparations, cleaning, making beds, washing laundry, explaining to Camilo that he has to understand that he cannot go into the female servants quarters even if he was “technically a female servant right now”, and finding meaningless ways to make even more spaces within the Castillo aesthetically appealing. 

There were a few times in that week you would reorganize a room just for the heck of it to give you some purpose, and Castillo’s tiles and walls would shift, rattling and making a satisfying domino effect, pushing the furniture back into its proper places. This was often accompanied by a sigh, because you knew Castillo could tell you weren’t doing it for your job, but rather, for your own fulfillment. 

It was getting boring. You loved your job, but it seemed without purpose. Mirabel was growing up and doing what she was born to do- be the real miracle. 

You found yourself often going back to Julieta or Agustin during this time to assist them- Agustin because he was always clumsy and needed help with something, Julieta because you could never shake the feeling that she felt like “mom”. About halfway through the week, an interesting conversation happened in the kitchen. 

“Agustin appreciates the attention you’ve been giving him despite the fact he already has three personal servants to keep him out of trouble,” Julieta smiled at you, her down turned brown eyes warm as you mixed dough, her hands busy kneading it. 

A lot of servants helped her cook, and they all bustled around with ingredients and bowls and utensils of all kinds. The smell in the kitchen was amazing, absolutely estupendo. 

“Of course la dama, anything to help the amazing Madrigals,” You replied, smiling at her work. What a unique gift. All she needed to do was lay her hands on the food at some point or another in the process and have it possess that healing power. 

“You might need to get used to it,” Daniela, a kitchen maid, skidded past, only a few years older than you. She put a bowl into the oven, using the fireplace poker to make sure the heat stayed consistent on the food, “I’ve heard Mirabel and her Majesty Reina Alma are getting close. Almost like she is her heiress.” 

You paused, shooting her a glance as Julieta chuckled and shook her head a little, “Mamá still has some kick in her and Mirabel is still only a child, una adolescente, she’s just 15. That won’t be happening soon.” She looked down, and you noticed despite her words she had a giant, proud, motherly smile on her face for her daughter. Always in her corner, just like you. 

“Still,” María, the second kitchen maid and Julieta’s own personal servant, butted in, “Soon to become a royal advisor I’m sure of it.” The older woman set a cutting board down and began to carefully chop up some fresh cilantro, “Perhaps even her own personal asesora real, considering all the advice she's giving Her Reina already,” María sounded more logical, as if stating the simple facts. She glanced up to look between you and Julieta.

“Probably due to be on the royal court this week alone,” Daniela chirped, ever the dramatic gossiper. 

“I’d hope,” You burst, finally speaking up. You beat the liquids and powder in the bowl in front of you with much unbridled vigor that it became mixed as one within seconds, touching the rim and coating one of your thumbs with the batter, “After all these years pushing her to the wayside they finally recognize her talent- oh no! No longer a pequeña oruga, eating up resources and an unpleasant sight. But no, now she's a una hermosa mariposa, glowing with a new miracle… As if she wasn’t already and wasn’t that always!” 

The kitchen completely stills. Both maids and her majesty Juileta all stare at you and the paused image of your aggressively beaten batter and downcast gaze. 

You take your hands off the bowl, lower your head so your scalp is visible to the royal Madrigal in the room, bowing with your hands clutched at your midsection, “I beg your pardon mi señora, I don’t know what got into me.” 

Julieta gives you a small, sympathetic look. She nodded to her two other maids, and both resumed their duties as if not being bothered at all. She turned to you, putting a gentle, caring hand on your tense shoulder, “My dear, levanta la cabeza,” she put a hand under your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Let’s have a moment, shall we? To the pantry, let’s go.” 

Julieta led you with a hand on your back in the most mothering way you could imagine, whispering, “Danos un momento, ladies,” to her maids as she took you into the pantry closet, closing the door behind her. 

The smell of spices, fresh herbs, and dried meats and proteins hit your nose the moment you were inside. You turned to her majesty, scrambling, “I’m so sorry. I feel she is slipping away from me-” 

“Shh! Shh…” Julieta gently calmed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “Honey, I would know how you’re feeling. I’m her mother. Mirabel deserves this, yes, but it feels so whip-lashed for sure.. One moment she comes crying to your side and now she is the heart of the Encanto, what keeps the magic breathing and alive..” she gazed proudly at nothing in particular, before blinking rapidly and looking back at you. “But I know you, and I know this is more than that.” 

You sigh softly, “I just… if she moves on, gets all this power and fulfillment… mine will go. What will I do as my job? Will I ever be happy in my job again?” You shrug then turn your head to the side, not meeting Juileta’s gaze, “Would I have to resign as head of servitude? Leave my job?” 

“Gracious mija! Calm down…” Julieta frantically grabbed one of your hands, making your head turn back to her. 

She gave a worried look, lips pursed and one corner pushed up. Her warm chocolate colored eyes gazed at you for a moment, making sure you were calm and adding extra comfort by being warm and assuring, before she continued to speak, “We all love you here in the Castillo.” She squeezed your hand softly, “If you were to leave I’m sure the other servants and half of the Madrigal’s ourselves would riot-“

This caused you to laugh a little, making Julieta’s smile grow a little bigger. She went on, “You were destined for this, I held you in my hands as an adorable bebita right here in the walls of the El Castillo de Encanto, and you love it! Why leave?” 

“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen and I feel out of control,” you breathed, rushing it out as you gazed at Julieta genuinely. Your brows were furrowed so tight in fear of the admittance and the vulnerability you were in at that moment. You knew your forehead wrinkles probably look ridiculous looking back on it. 

Julieta stared at you a moment, her eyes almost looking confused before they lit with a spark of understanding, “Ah…” She brought you in for a hug, “Oh mija… do not carry that on your shoulders… you were a little girl… there was no way you could control anything…”

You knew she was talking about your mom and dad. 

“You think… that’s where this started?” 

“Yes bebita,” she pulled away from the hug with a small smile, “It was how your mother and father coped too. When they were stressed they ran to control.. rules and order. Sí, I think that’s it for you. You like to feel in control because you felt so out of control when that happened. I’m letting you know right now you can relax, honey. The Madrigal’s and Mí Sobregoneta Familia will always take care of you. Come, come, let’s finish cooking dinner-“ 

You nodded, trying to lean into her words. It made sense in your head but your stomach felt uneasy still. However, logically you knew her majesty was right. Julieta could read you as if you were one of her own daughters. 

By the time dinner had been served your rapidly beating heart had quieted and your mind was at a little bit more ease. 

However, your boredom and lack of personal servitude would soon come to a screeching halt.

~~

“I now announce you as his majesty Bruno Madrigal’s personal servant.”

Queen Alma Madrigal was smiling with her chin up, crown glistening, and back straight with each of her hands placed together in front of her. 

You looked similar. A perfect straight back with knees slightly bent in a bow and knuckles white from gripping your hands together at your middle. However, you didn’t have a smile. You knew your eyes were big and face drained of color. 

That morning started out how it usually did. How it always did. Waking Mirabel up and singing with her as you gently put oils into her curly hair. You decided to brush it back and keep the top of her hair in a cute little ponytail. The sun was warm, and her giggles were sweet, and she had no malicious intentions in her eyes behind those green glasses while she excitedly exclaimed she had a surprise for you.  

When Reina Alma entered the room you bowed as you usually did, not a wrinkle in your skirt nor a stutter in your posture.  However, it was when they both opened their mouths and had you rise from your bow that things got very very off schedule. 

More so, completely flipped around. 

And now her majesty Queen Alma Madrigal has assigned you a whole new job after the one you had exclusively been in since you were a teenager. 

“Oh geez please don’t look like that!” Mirabel walked over to you and grabbed your upper arms, making you look at her. She gave her usual dorky smile, “This is literally perfect for you!” 

“Mí mijo,” Alma stepped forwards, whispering as she took a more casual stance with you- something so surprising since the Queen really, really cared about her royalty and the whole strict regime that went with it, “He’s… Struggling. He is always late to family dinner. He’s not getting up on time. He’s too nervous to use his gift and to go out into town. We have tried what we can to convince him, and he…” she stopped, swallowing, looking at her granddaughter. 

The bright butterfly continued for her royal family member, “He refuses a personal servant. I think he’s just shy. Maybe embarrassed. And probably really scared.” She smiled at you softly, pushing up her glasses and continuing, “He really needs some order and routine right now.” 

Okay, now she was clearly trying to cater to you. 

Queen Alma stepped forward and stooped down a little to your eye level so you could see her scalp, placing her royal, magical hand on your shoulder and it made you feel so humbled. However, she herself humbled instead, looking into your eyes and meekly begging, “You did such a wonderful job making sure Mirabel grew up, despite my best efforts, knowing she was good enough and could be happy.” You relished a little bit in how the Queen openly admitted her faults when it came to Mirabel, and you relished even more in the small, soft, warm smile the two shared after her words. “You are so talented and wonderful at what you do. You clearly care for the El Castillo de Encanto, the magic itself, and our family. Extend your helping hand to me, once again, but allow me to ask for the betterment this time,” Alma moved to stand up straight, putting her hand under your chin with her fingers curled in so only the knuckle of her pointer finger gently nudged your chin upwards too, “Mí Brunito needs you. I believe your magic touch-“ her lips curled in a small smile making you smile too- “will break him out of his shell and let him relax in his new life. I want more than anything to let my son know he is valued by the Encanto, by our blessing, by our family, and more so, to be proud of himself the way I am now so much more proud of him.” 

You let out a sigh exclusively from your nose, shutting your eyes for a moment. 

Everything made sense. You had to let go of Mirabel. She is grown up now. You were being put in a position where you were needed most. 

You thought of your dad. How he used to take care of Bruno. How he implored people to be kinder, how he saw his master and friends true nature and how it deeply distressed him when nobody would see it too. 

You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.

You opened your eyes. You wanted to fulfill the legacy set before you by two people just as loving and passionate as you were. 

You have a small nod, looking between both of the Madrigals, “I would be honored to take his majesty Bruno Madrigal as my master.” 

Both of them smiled. Soon, there were four arms wrapped around you in a hug.

In the distance you heard the faint noise of sand in the wind.

Fair warning, future chapters will have smut. 18+ I will tag it when it's appropriate Correct me on any spellings, bad grammar, and ESPECIALLY on poor translation. Thoughts? Feelings? If you have none: what kind of royal would *you* be?

#encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto fandom #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x fem!reader #royalty #royal!au #servant!reader #servant #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #disney encanto #Bruno Madrigal simp #pepa madrigal #castle #felix madrigal #reader is over 18 #x reader #royal madrigal family

[zafirosreverie]

A single night (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

a/n: this will be an age gap fic, please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

a/n 2: this was supposed to be Luces de bohemia's first chapter

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Julieta sighed and tried not to let her face fall too much as she turned on her heel and walked away from the dance floor. Of course Agustín would be with her.

For all of her family, it was a blessing that the entire village came to help them rebuild their home. They were very difficult times for everyone and when the adrenaline of looking for Mirabel wore off, reality hit them hard. They had no home, they had no powers, they had nothing.

Fortunately, the same people who had been depending on them for years seemed to wake up at that moment and a lovely family lent them their home while they finished rebuilding Casita.

But there always has to see a bad side, right? And the brunette soon realized that there was a girl, Amelia, the baker's daughter, who always stayed longer. At first, it seemed like an act of kindness and she was grateful to her until she realized that the girl was spending too much time with her husband.

Now, Julieta wasn't an overly jealous woman and she trusted him…but she wasn't stupid either and anyone with two working eyes could see the way Agustín behaved with the girl. It was painfully similar to how he had behaved towards her when they first met. And the more time passed, the closer they became.

So she supposed that it was not surprising that today, at the party that the family had organized to celebrate the reconstruction of Casita and the return of their gifts, Agustín decided to ask Amelia to dance instead of his own wife. 

“Breathe” she whispered to herself, clenching her fists in anger “it's just a dance, it doesn't mean anything”.

But she couldn't believe her own words. Perhaps it was the tiredness, the fatigue of having cooked all day, the pain of knowing that her husband had preferred to assume that it would take her longer to get out of the kitchen instead of going for her, or perhaps it was the way they both smiled at each other. Whatever it was, she knew, deep inside, that something was changing and there was nothing she could do about it.

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You clenched your fists and felt your cheeks heat up as a couple of guys whistled at you and tried to get your attention as you quickened your pace. Because of these things you hated big parties and crowds. But your parents had insisted that you came.

A bit hypocritical of them, considering that they had not, in fact, attended. But your mother had told you that you were a Y/L/N and should bring pride to your family, and what better opportunity than to be seen in the middle of a celebration of this size? Aside from the Monteros, the Madrigals were probably the only family your parents respected, the only ones they didn't see as inferior, and they desperately wanted to be part of "Encanto royalty" so you had to make a good impression with least one of them, preferably the young shapeshifter you could marry.

You shuddered a little remembering that part of your talk with your mother. You had done your best to remind her that he was definitely too young for you. You were older than Isabela Madrigal, for God's sake! You weren't going to get involved with a child, that was a line you were NOT going to cross. No, just not.

Besides, you were not a fan of the Madrigals. You didn't hate them and you were aware of the great strength and help they were for the town, but you didn't kiss the ground where they walked like most people either. If you were honest, they scared you a little, especially the matriarch, Isabela and Pepa.

You had run into Alma on a number of occasions, mostly because of your parents' insistence on becoming close to the Madrigals, and the woman had always looked at you as if she were evaluating you, as if she were considering whether you were worthy of getting close to her granddaughters. You always felt like you were on an exam in her presence, one you failed every time.

With the redhead, it was more a fear of making her angry. It wasn't that you were bothered by her clouds or that you were afraid that she would strike you with lightning, in fact, you loved her rain and how beautiful it made the flowers look, but you were terrified of making her feel bad and making her hurt someone by accident because of you.

Isabela on the other hand…You didn't want to, you really didn't, but you really hated her. She herself you couldn't care less for, but it was her spoiled and selfish attitude, always above everyone else, that made your blood boil. It especially bothered you to see her attitude towards her younger sister.

It also didn't help that your parents constantly measured your life with Isabela's. You had always been in her shadow, learning all kinds of plant names and how to grow them, learning aerial dance to compete with her acrobatics. Your parents didn't realize that they were putting you in competition with a woman who could literally create flowers at will.

Though at least you had beauty on your side. That was something that you definitely didn't ask Isabela for, you had your own beauty, elegant and sweet, and as you grew older and your body developed into beautiful attributes thanks to the dance, the looks, and pretensions of the boys (and the occasional girl secretly) began to follow you wherever you walked.

Which was exactly what was happening at the time.

“I have to get out of here” you thought, quickening your pace.

You apologized to a couple of men you pushed in your haste to get away from there and nearly ran into one of the central pillars on your way to the door. You could almost swear that the house itself was laughing at your clumsiness.

However, your fear of a sentient house that could move of its own will (let's face it, Casita was scary), quickly turned to exasperation and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as the crowd cheered at the bursts of color that erupted from everywhere.

You didn't even have to turn around to know who they were praising. Maybe she dressed differently (and you had heard that she was now more fun), but to you, she was still the same spoiled girl who needed to be the center of attention. And you weren't in the mood to see her show that night.

"It's 9 o'clock, I can lose an hour before going home" you thought, looking at a nearby wall clock.

With luck, maybe the library was still open, and even if it wasn't, Mr. Montero loved you like a granddaughter and you hadn't seen him at the party, he'd probably let you stay there for a while. With that in mind, you gathered momentum again to break through the sea of ​​people.

The exit wasn't far, a little less than 8 meters maybe, but it was difficult to make your way through the horde of zombies that applauded the colorful spectacle behind you. However, before your patience ran out and you started kicking people like a Spartan, something caught your eye.

A small blue spot stood out in the midst of all the warm colors that invaded the ground floor. One more look and you realized that you knew that pretty face. Julieta Madrigal, the only one in the family for whom you didn't feel any kind of aversion, reservation, or fear, on the contrary, you had always admired the woman for her altruism when cooking for an entire town for years without any complaint and always with a friendly smile.

When you were born, she already had a permanent place in the town square and she delivered treats to those in need with a maternal warmth that filled you. You never went to her when you got hurt, mostly as a small act of rebellion because you knew your parents would take advantage of even that to get closer to the Madrigals, but sometimes just looking at her from afar felt like a balm for your wounds.

However, at that time you couldn't find any of that warmth. The woman, hidden behind unfamiliar faces as she leaned against the wall, seemed more like a shadow than a person. Her eyes, which had always seemed beautiful to you because of the love that always filled them, were now full of sadness and tiredness that made you worry about her. She was a rose that was withering.

And yet, you couldn't help but approach her.

Julieta sighed while Isabela continued with her acrobatics. She loved that her daughter could be freer and experiment with her gift like she had never been able to, but the pain was still stuck in her heart and didn't allow her to fully enjoy the party.

On the one hand, she knew she was lying to herself because she had never known how to have fun at big, crowded parties. When she was young she used to hide in the kitchen, which was usually interpreted as a desire to be helpful and earned her several compliments from her mother and angry comments from her siblings (sometimes she still flinched when Pepa called her "perfect Julieta", although she knew that her sister had no bad intentions) and after she was married, her husband would keep her company, away from everyone. Except that Agustín was too busy at the time.

She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms as she tried to calm herself with slow breaths. She couldn't make a scene, she didn't even have the right to be angry, dancing with someone didn't mean being in love. Everything was fine, she was fine.

Out of the corner of her eye, the brunette saw someone moving toward her and when she turned appropriately, her angry, invasive thoughts vanished in one fell swoop. Her eyes immediately took in your beauty, from your hair to your adorably rosy cheeks. You seemed a little out of place if she was being honest, as if such beauty didn't belong in such a common place as this.

But what caught her attention the most and made her blush deeply (thank god for her dark skin), was the way you smiled at her. So tender, kind, maybe flirtatious? She wasn't sure, but she couldn't to look away from you, especially when you stopped inches from her.

You didn't know what had come over you, but you suddenly felt more sure of yourself, more daring and courageous. You weren't exactly a shy girl, you just didn't like dealing with people, but there was something about her that lit something in you. It was as if the universe knew that the woman needed company or distraction and you had been the chosen one.

Well, you had to prove yourself worthy of such an honor, right? Mustering up all the courage you could, you decided to take a little risk. Anyway, if she was offended at least you would have an excuse to get away from your parents' plans for a while, it was a win-win.

"Hi" you said casually, trying to reflect confidence in your posture "do we happen to have a mutual friend to introduce us?"

Julieta blinked and was silent for a moment. She had been too busy trying to calm her pulse and your voice had taken her by surprise. It was beautiful, almost divine, and it made her legs go weak at once. What the hell was happening to her?

It took her a moment to recognize the insinuation in your tone, and her brain immediately told her to back off, that it was inappropriate ground for a woman her age... but her heart beat faster at the look you gave her, reminding her of past feelings and In the midst of the sadness and anger she felt for Agustín, she decided to let herself go. Just for a moment.

You breathed a subtle sigh of relief as she laughed adorably, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. At least you hadn't messed up masterfully, and it was amazing how she seemed to lose years just by smiling. Your smile widened and suddenly being there wasn't so bad anymore.

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"So, do you have a glass of wine with every girl you meet?" you asked with a smile.

"Only with the beautiful ones" Julieta winked at you.

You had been talking for almost an hour and had done little more than flirt with each other. Nothing too serious, and she was sure you had been subtle enough not to arouse suspicion, but the feeling was the same for her.

You were beautiful, your presence and the alcohol in her system, however little it was, made her feel nervous, like a schoolgirl with her first love. She didn't know what kind of powers you had, but the intensity with which you looked at her, with a longing and desire, made her feel attractive for the first time in a long time. There was also your beautiful voice and the ever-present smile on your tempting lips.

You made her feel younger, and if the way you'd been rejecting unwelcome suitors the past few minutes was any indication, then you seemed to be enjoying her company, too.

You found it difficult to focus on anything other than the woman in front of you. The original plan had been to be nice, maybe make her laugh for a bit, and then politely say goodbye, but it became impossible to walk away from her the moment she started opening up to you.

You had expected a demure and serious woman, too kind and tender to return your antics because that had always been the image she projected when you saw her from afar in town. But oh boy you had been wrong.

When the brunette felt comfortable with you, she had revealed herself to you as a magnificent creature, beautiful in appearance, ruthless in wit, and decidedly intoxicating in essence. Your subtle flirtations and teasing were returned with great skill, your legs weakening with every look she gave you and you weren't sure the way your heart raced when she got a little closer was healthy.

And yet, you have never felt more at home than in that moment, with a woman perfectly unknown in all but name, in the midst of a sea of ​​noisy people and a nearly empty glass of wine in your hand. There was something about her that pulled you like a magnet.

"Are you saying I'm beautiful?" you raised an eyebrow and smiled

"I didn't think I was being so subtle" she replied, taking another drink but still looking at you.

"Maybe I was just too lost in your beauty to notice" you said.

Julieta hoped that if her blush was noticeable, you would attribute it to the effects of alcohol. A part of her scolded strongly. She had nothing to be doing here, flirting with a girl who could surely be her daughter. She was married, you were too young, and she shouldn't be doing this.

But the idea of ​​separating from you hurt almost the same way it had hurt her to see Agustín with Amelia, maybe a little more. And that was what calmed her guilt because if her husband could keep an eye on a little girl, why not her? Yes, there was the clear difference that you two were women, but an innocent flirtation with no Intentions to be more wouldn't hurt, right?

"The cat ate your tongue?" you said after a few moments with no response "Or have I made you too nervous to think?"

You smiled when you saw her swallow and turn her head to the side to avoid your gaze. You really, really shouldn't be playing like this, it wasn't even in your nature to be so bold! But you couldn't stop, not when the older woman looked so sexy- BEAUTIFUL! She looked beautiful.

"P-perhaps" Julieta admitted, still not looking at you.

It wasn't a lie. You were intoxicatingly close yet heartbreakingly far away, and though she kept telling herself she had no intention of taking this any further than she had already allowed, her traitorous mind couldn't help but conjure up images of your lips on hers. Her hands itched with the need to touch you, but she had to hold her ground.

You were surprised at her response, but you laughed softly, thinking it was just another little joke. Although you had to admit the need disguised as nervousness in her voice echoed in you and it sent shivers down your spine. You were reaching dangerous ground and you knew it.

However, luck or curse, fate decided enough was enough, you had accomplished your mission and your breath caught for a moment when the clock struck 10. Damn.

The brunette was a bit surprised when you parted slightly and sighed in defeat. The atmosphere around you abruptly changed and that warm mist that had enveloped you a few seconds ago suddenly vanished.

“I'm sorry” you said, noticing the frown that made her look adorable “I have to go. I'm supposed to be back at 10 or my parents will be mad” you explained.

Suddenly, the years came upon her and Julieta could almost swear that she felt her hair dye more gray. Those simple words brought her back to reality and she felt as if she was on the other side of a chasm, separated from you by the clear difference in age, although she tried to hide it with a polite practiced smile.

"How old are you?" she asked, letting you catch the slight tease in her tone. "I won't have trouble for giving you alcohol, will I?"

"No" you laughed heartily "I promise I'm old enough to drink...and to flirt with beautiful women" you smiled

“Oh, were you flirting with me? I thought you were this cute with all the women you met" she joked

"No, only with those who have beautiful eyes, charming voice and are called Julieta" you winked at her.

She blushed deeply, but she tried to act like her pulse didn't rush as she set the glasses down on one of the tiles Casita picked up and walked you to the door.

"Well, thanks for keeping this old woman company for a while" she told you with a small smile.

"Thanks for putting up with this walking mess" you replied.

You looked at each other for a moment, goofy smiles on your faces and too reluctant to break eye contact. But it was getting late and you really had to go. So, using the last ounce of courage left in your body, you moved closer to her, mentally smiling when you heard her gasp softly and whispered in her ear.

"I swear that until a moment ago I was heterosexual"

Julieta had no time to react when you gave her a quick soft kiss on the cheek and turned away, hurrying away, leaving her with a burning face, a hollow chest, butterflies in her stomach, and an unhealthy urge to see you again soon.

It didn't occur to her, until a few hours later, when she was lying in her cold bed, next to an indifferent Agustín who felt further away from her every second, that she hadn't even asked your name.

#reader insert #x reader #julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal preference #encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #not my gif

[dragoneyes618]

Carlos Madrigal

I read a theory, (by @silverloreley) that went through possible options for the VKs’ other parents. For Carlos, one idea was Bruno Madrigal (inspired in part by my fanfiction Jinxed!!!).

The idea being, Bruno got sent to the Isle, and then he and Cruella had Carlos. Carlos and Bruno do have some similar personality traits. 

On the one hand, that’s not what’s going to happen in Jinxed, where Bruno got sent to the Isle.

On the other hand....I really like that idea.

What if Carlos was Bruno’s son?

Then Carlos de Vil would be Carlos Madrigal, ha.

Bruno shows up back at Encanto after 20 years with Carlos in tow. Carlos gets to meet his grandmother and aunts and uncles and cousins.

Now, Carlos canonically has a cousin named Diego de Vil (probably the son of Cecil de Vil). I also like to imagine Hunter and Ivy de Vil existing in the Descendants universe as well. So Carlos doesn’t really see the the Madrigals as family, at first. Except for his father.

Bruno and Pepa and Julieta spend all their time together. Carlos gets lumped in with Mirabel and Camilo a lot, since they’re about the same age. (Camilo: “You mean before Antonio was born I wasn’t the only boy?”)

Antonio is very excited to have a new tio and cousin. His new tio is spending all his time with his parents? Okay then! He’ll talk to his new cousin instead! He can talk to his pet dog for him!

Carlos feels awkward and out of place. He doesn’t know them. They’re loud. They’re happy. Julieta keeps fussing over him with food. Sure, he likes them, but he doesn’t feel like they’re family, not like his de Vil cousins.

Bruno, meanwhile, is struggling to A. reacclimate to his family after 20 years gone, B. get to know the entire new generation of nieces and nephews, C. readjust to having visions again after 20 years of not having them on the Isle (probably), and D. incorporate Carlos as part of the family.

Like, he grew up with his family. Then he got sent to the Isle. For 14-16 years, however old Carlos is, Carlos was Bruno’s only blood relative on the Isle, and Bruno did his best to take care of him. Carlos was his only family. Now they’re both back home (but is it home for Carlos?) and Bruno’s two separate families are now one...or they’re trying to be.

What would Carlos’ gift be? (Which Mirabel is not jealous about. Nope. Not at all.)

Then at some point, Carlos’ de Vil cousins show up.

#carlos de vil #bruno madrigal #descendants #disney descendants #the isle of the lost #encanto #carlos madrigal #lol #how about #carlos de vil madrigal #to clarify things #madrigal family #la familia madrigal #crossover

[wipbigbang]

WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

9-1-1

Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

#wip big bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #fandom event #!completed shit #!artwork #!2023

[gamerbearmira]

HELLO I AM BACK! So sorry for being gone so long I got busy with work and my sister had a baby so I've been super busy but I am back now so... BABY MIRA PART 4!

'Casita did this?!' the feeling of betrayal was overwhelming to Mirabel as she wailed in the crook of her papis shoulder ignoring the way her abuela started to argue with Casita getting no response also ignoring when her mama started to argue with her abuela for being so loud. Casita was one of her closest family members and to hear from her own tiles that she did this HURT. Mirabel didn't understand why? Why would Casita do this to her? Did she not like her anymore? Did she ever like her? Did Casita want her to be different from how she was? What did she do to deserve this?!

"Oh Miraboo its ok Papi's here everything is going to be ok Casita... Casita is bringing food and then you'll be full and then we can go back to sleep you must be so tired Mi pequeña mariposa." Her father says all this in a hushed voice and he starts bouncing and swaying slightly trying to soothe her. The combo makes her stop crying as hard but she was still whimpering 'No, No sleep I need answers! I need-'

"CASITA YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DID THIS!" it seems her abuela has lost all patients as her anger yell cuts through her internal ranting before it really started. The loud noise makes her flinch and she starts to cry softly she feels her papi start rubbing her back as well as the bounce/sway movement he has going comforts her in a way she can't really understand but she stops crying and stops whimpering "Mama I know you're angry but lower your voice you're scaring Mirabel!" Her Mama hisses at her abuela clearly near the end of her own patience.

before her abuela can respond the sound of rushing tiles pushing something can be heard and at the still open door is a serving tray with a bottle of milk it's pushed forward and Casita claps her tiles together saying 'there we are! food for mi pequeña mariposa especial!' Casita pushes the serving tray towards her mama who is right next to abuela near the door as she got closer to her when she started to argue with her about her volume. Mirabel isn't paying attention to that though. She is paying attention to what Casita just said, what Casita just called her, her special little butterfly.... Casita has never given nicknames before.... So Casita does like her? She isn't disappointed and doesn't wants her to change who she is? Then why do this? Why make her restart her life all over again!

Before she could think about it any longer she feels herself being passed from her Papi shoulder to her Mama cradled arms with a rusty ease that showed that though it has been years they never truly forgot how to take care of their baby. Before she can really register the change in position and start crying (why she doesn't know but she's been doing a lot of things for reasons that are unknown to her sooo...) she finds the bottle in her mouth in a rush and a small bit of warm milk in her mouth she finds herself sucking it down on instinct just now realizing how hungry she was. She finishes the bottle quickly almost too quickly causing her to spit up on her mama a little bit as she almost choked herself "oh Mira I'm so sorry you must have been so hungry." Her Mama sounds a little upset but it's not like she knew her youngest would turn into a baby and need to be fed every few hours.

"What do you mean you did it Casita?" She hears her abuela ask Casita in a forceful and angry tone. Casita wastes no time to respond this time

'I mean I used some of the power given to me to undo the mistakes of that." She gestures to the candle with a wooden plank from the door 'Idiot who thinks it's a good idea to hide important information from people. Like the fact that Mirabel apparently does have a gift! Which it still won't tell me what it is!' there's a small angry rumble from the tiles in front of the door they stop after a moment and perk up a bit 'But I have made it agree to a redo! Yes a redo is exactly what we need!' the tiles clap happily together like Casita has just revealed something wonderful. There's a moment of still silence as the ones who can understand what was said soak in what was just relayed to them. Her abuela looks from the tiles to the candle shock on her face opening and closing her mouth unable to say a word.

'I have a gift......' the thought brought Mirabel a tingling feeling all over like butterflies kissing her skin, like ants crawling all over and biting her, like ice and fire coming together to create a burning cold that hurt and soothed all at once 'I have a gift.... Or had? What is my gift! Does it not count now that I'm a baby? Do I have the gift now?' the thoughts were confusing and it all was hard to wrap her head around. This whole situation is confusing and overwhelming and hard to wrap her head around honestly. Her mama starts rocking her slightly, anxious by her own mama's behavior she hears her mama start to ask her abuela what was said but with her belly full and the night's activities the act of rocking quickly starts to lull Mirabel to sleep. Right as she closes her eyes she looks over to the candle and sees in the smoke two little words. Two little words that she's waited 10 years for from that candle.

'I'm sorry.'

OMG HIIIIIIII I MISSED YOU <333

Really I did. Hope you’re doing well and taking a rest from work AND CONGRATS ON THE NEW BABAY⁉️⁉️⁉️

Ok so i read it. SO COOL OMG <3 Ngl I can kinda understand why Alma is yelling, I mean it’s a pretty stressful situation and no one’s clued in BUT then again, you can’t go around screaming. With a baby present, in the middle of the night no less. Aside from that, shout to Julieta and Agustín. They’ve managed to (somewhat) keep it together. Personally, I’d break down crying in confusion 💀

Also Mirabel was so lost. Handling emotions she couldn’t even control. And then they shoved a bottle in her mouth, but you know, she was full and it made her quiet down so whatever. She was probably relieved when Casita didn’t randomly start hating her. And then. The candle. Mf in a redemption arc (as far as I can tell) and I’m all for it.

CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MORE (if you have more <3) RAHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Mirabel to Casita:

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto agustín #de aged mirabel au #de aged mirabel

[foggyfanfic]

Encanto World Building Headcanons

Maybe not the most exciting headcanon list, but I’m trying to nail down how the Encanto functions as a society, so this is what I’m doing rn!

I’ve said it before, but the Encanto probably can’t be completely self sufficient, despite what the creators said. I suspect they trade for raw materials such as glass, or stone for bricks; and for things like books or records. In return, somebody else has pointed out how rare wine would have been in Colombia, so presuming they could find a safe way to trade it, that’s probably their main export.

They probably have one of those three or four room schools. I’ve touched on this in my Bruno x Oc, but my going theory is that when the triplets are in school, each class is split up by age groups, then when the village gets too big for that to be practical, they do combo classes, 1st & 2nd grade in one class, 3rd & 4th, 5th & 6th, then maybe even 7th & 8th. After that, things like math and science get advanced enough that kids need to learn from the one guy in the village with a hyper fixation in astronomy or something, plus teenagers would have apprenticeships to worry about. So from 14 onward, kids get assigned homework and have the option to go to the village expert on the subject if they need help. Whether or not they do that homework is largely up to them and their parents/professional mentors.

Probably don’t have cows, cows take up a lot of land and they’re in a small valley.

They grow cotton and wool, grapes for the wine, corn for corn flour, coffee, avocados and lemons. Then they cultivate fruit trees in the surrounding rain forests.

Another thing from my Bruno x Oc, before Pepa became the primary irrigation source for the farmer’s, they probably made irrigation canals and maybe a few emergency reservoirs.

It just makes sense to me that Mirabel is the next “candle holder”, but for the sake of the disability metaphor, I doubt she figures that out until she’s already overcome her feelings of inadequacy and stepped up as a village leader.

Speaking of the village leadership. For years Alma is the de facto leader, but as the village grows this becomes more and more stressful for her. After the movie, she probably starts calling for official elections and stuff. The village never stops looking to the Madrigals for leadership, but by the time Mirabel is an adult, they have a mayor, a treasurer, and a town council. Not to mention monthly town halls.

The village starts out as a straight barter system, with minimal use of money. As discussed in that video I shared, the community takes care of itself. Then as it grows, money is used for things that aren’t essential. They have a sorta Universal Basic Income, in that, as long as your family is contributing to the village, the village is contributing to you.

The miracle is technically love magic, we see that it is harmed by relationship strife and powered by hugs. So, the “candle holder” must be chosen on the basis of who in this next generation is the best at love, so to speak. Mirabel gets it for her communication skills, compassion, and patience.

This one is pure fun, no basis and only relevant for my fics. Seers in the Madrigal family all get the glowy eye thing, but the color depends on what they can see So Bruno, who sees the future, gets green glowy eyes, but if there is a seer that sees the past, their eyes would be magenta, the opposite of green.

[futurstic-divineawakened]

Mirabel gets injured 2

* In casita it was silent so quiet even Dolores could hear the rats in the wall clearly

* Casita was cover in gloom

* In the nursery Julieta was making sure Mirabel’s injuries were treated

* She couldn’t do anything with her food because Mirabel would not be able to digest it.

* Mirabel was laying on the bed.

* There were cuts around her arms and legs

* Near her face was a gash behind her right ear

* Bandages wrap around her head

* The doctor of Encanto came over, he gave them the conclusion that Mirabel was knock out by the construction site and she would wake up

* That if it was worse she would be in a coma, that she was lucky

* Julieta was barely standing holding on to Agustin

* She was ready to burst into tears, both of them was

* They were grateful their daughter would live to see another day

* But they never wanted this to happen.

* Abuela Alma came in as the doctor was about to leave

* He quickly gave a retelling of what happen

* Alma thank him and he left to go check on any other villagers who could’ve been injured

* Alma turn around and look at the couple

* Julieta look as if she aged 10 years as if all the work in the Encanto just hit her today, her hair was falling out of her bun and her apron was on the chair

* Agustin didn’t look well either, his vest gone, his shirt wrinkled and unbutton and his hair unkempt

* Alma made a decision then and there “Julieta, you and Agustin should go and change”

* Both of them tried to argue but she counter that while that happens she would stay with Mirabel

* Julieta warned her should anything change to call someone Alma said she would

* The door close and Alma sat down letting out the shaky wet breath she’s been holding in all day

* Alma took quick breathes to calm her heart as the tears well up in her eyes

* She fear the worse Mirabel losing an arm or an eye

* Mirabel de-

* Stop, don’t think like that

* Dead, just like Pedro

* Stop

* She would have been younger than him

* No

* You would have had to bury her

* STOP

* She will herself to keep the thoughts out of her head

* Dolores, Isabela, Camilo, Antonio and Felix would be in the kitchen

* Felix would be trying to calm Antonio down

* He was a wreck

* His favorite prima was injured and he could do nothing about it

* Camilo silently went to his father and took Antonio away from him

* Felix tried to protest but Dolores cut him off

* “We got this papi, you should talk to mami”

* Isabela tried not to show it but she was worry too

* One sister in a coma like state and another who wouldn’t come out of her room

* Felix gave a nod and sigh, looking much older than his age

* Isabela got up with him as she went to check on Luisa

* They both saw Agustin and Julieta go into their room, Julieta shoulders shake as she silently sob

* Isabela took a deep breath as she walk towards Luisa door

* “Luisa can I come in?”

* Luisa couldn’t stop shaking in her room

* Her parents left her to go check on Mirabel

* She had wash her hands from the dirt and blood and never left her room since

* A deep howl left Luisa as she sobbed

* She couldn’t handle it

* It’s all your fault, you couldn’t have stop those donkeys

* I know

* Mirabel is injure because of you

* You couldn’t save her

* Some sister you are, why do you even have a gift?

* The harsh thoughts continue in her head as she didn’t think about shoving it down or fighting it

* Pathetic, your baby sister you sworn to protect is now on the brink of death

* If she dies it’s on you

* Luisa hasn’t move from her spot since, she knows, she knows that if Mirabel died, she would never show her face again, never leave the room

* She was so in shock that she didn’t hear Isabela call out her name outside until the second time she knock

* Isabela came in and what she saw broke her heart

* Her strong younger sister was on the floor near her bed

* Her eyes were puffy and she was heaving from breathing to hard

* She look just like their papa

* She hated it, Isabela went over and sat down on the floor

* “It’s my fault, I should have caught those donkeys” Luisa said as Isabela sat next to her

* “No, Luisa don’t blame yourself” Isabela respond as she sat with her and pull Luisa’s head on her lap

* On the other side of Casita Felix was standing in front of the door, he prepare to go in on a storm

* He open it to nothing, NOTHING

* There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, no rain, snow, hail, or hurricane appearing

* Just Pepa sitting on the bed

* Her face was cold, as if there was no emotion but one

* Shock, her face show only shock as she sat there on the bed, not moving a inch

* Felix rushed over hoping to see if he could wake Pepa from her statue

* “Pepa, Pepita, mi vida please” Felix took Pepa’s face in his hand and turn it towards him

* “Come back, we need you to come back, Mirabel… Mira will be ok”

* “Will she?” It was the first time Pepa had spoken since the accident, she couldn’t move when they got to her

* She was just there on her knees as she look at Mirabel’s broken form

* Alma went to Pepa, and ask her if she needs any help

* She didn’t respond

* It took Dolores and Camilo leading her to Casita

* Even then she was just… robotic, nothing like the fiery Pepa

* It shook the rest of the family to see her like this

* Felix could never forget that for the rest of his life.

* “Will she be ok?“ Pepa ask again but she add one more “Did I kill her?”

* Felix turn his head towards Pepa as he tried to tell her she didn’t

* “But I did” Pepa said quietly as this time a cloud form over her head

* “I did nothing but stood there, I DIDNT EVEN TRY”

* She was yelling as rain hit them both, the memories of today was finally hitting her

* “I LET HER GET INJURE, AND I DID NOTHING AS SHE LAY THERE” Pepa was screaming as the tears fell down her face

* Felix took her into a hug, her head on his shoulder as she cry for Mirabel

* “I was too late Felix. I couldnt reach her in time” Pepa sob

* She was going to leave… like Bruno

* “It’s not your fault, it’s not and I know Mirabel wouldn’t blame you for it I either”

* Felix told her what the doctor has said

* “She will wake up, and when she do, you and Julieta can make sure she never does that again” he said to try to get her to smile

* A small smile on Pepa’s face appear as she thinks about it. “She’s grounded”

* Felix smiled at that joke and knew the family would be alright

* Now if only Mirabel would wake up and then everything would be better

Luisa keeps a lot of her emotions inside

Pepa is now out of her shock faze, but the guilt will be there for a while

They will blame themselves for a long time

#encanto headcanons #encanto #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #protective madrigals

[acosmicdisappointment]

— ysla.

is that KYLIE VERZOSA? oh, no, that’s YSLA ALONSO, a TWENTY-NINE year old TRAVEL VLOGGER who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VIÑA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is SOPHIE SHERIDAN FROM MAMMA MIA. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS.

FULL NAME. ysla soleil alonzo NICKNAME(S). ysla, ysa, lala (nickname she tells kids to use) AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC. 29 / september 7th / virgo SEXUALITY. heterosexual BIRTHPLACE. ilocos norte, philippines HEIGHT. 5’8” EYE COLOR. dark brown ILLNESSES/CONDITIONS. trying to heal through traveling TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/SCARS. standard lobe and upper lobe piercings, belly button piercing, a bouquet flowers drawn by her siblings on her inner arm (right) FC. kylie verzosa

PERSONALITY.

hardworking nurturing perfectionist self-critical emotional nitpicky

HER-STORY.

tw: mention of death and depression — Ysla grew up with her parents and eight brothers, four older and four younger, which made her the quintessential middle child. Despite the chaos of a large family, she maintained a close-knit bond with them, although at times they could be overwhelming. — As the only girl among her siblings, Ysla was both protected and challenged by her brothers. They were fiercely protective of her, always looking out for her well-being and making sure she felt safe and loved.  — However, being the only girl also meant that Ysla had to keep up with their antics and rough-and-tumble play. Ysla's bond with her brothers was unbreakable, shaped by a lifetime of shared experiences and unwavering support. — From a young age, Ysla knew she wanted to teach, a career path she pursued with unwavering determination. Graduating as the magna cum laude with a degree in education, she immediately became a preschool teacher, fulfilling her lifelong dream. — It was during her time as a teacher that Ysla developed a deep bond with Mirabel, one of her students. Mirabel often stayed late at school under Ysla's care due to her mother's demanding work schedule. Over time, Ysla not only became a trusted caregiver for Mirabel but also formed a close friendship with her mother, who appreciated Ysla's kindness and dedication. — Tragically, a hit and run accident took the lives of Mirabel and her mother, leaving Ysla and her family shattered. The mother and daughter were on the way to Ysla’s house when tragedy struck. The loss of her beloved student and friend plunged Ysla into a state of deep depression, and she struggled to cope with the void left by their absence. — It was during this dark period that Ysla stumbled upon a video of Mirabel taken by her mother expressing their desire to travel the world with her. Touched by their unfulfilled dream and inspired by their memory, Ysla made a life-changing decision.  — In honor of Mirabel's wish and as a tribute to her enduring bond with both mother and daughter, Ysla embarked on a journey to fulfill their dream, starting her own YouTube channel, Wander With Ysla, to document her global adventures. — At first, her family was hesitant about her traveling so far from home. However, when they saw how much joy it brought her, they eventually came around and wholeheartedly supported her decision. Ysla’s been in the region for about 3 weeks now and is always seen with her vlogging camera.

EXTRAS.

to read to see to listen

HEADCANONS.

— wears a butterfly necklace since it's mirabels's favorite (her comfort necklace tbh) — collects butterfly souvenirs from every place she’s visited and keeps them in a box dedicated for Mirabel — adores children and would want to have some of her own — has a knack for finding hidden gems and off-the-beaten-path destinations — is a food enthusiast and loves trying local dishes to learn more about a place and their culture — loves karaoke and would treat it like her own concert — a hopeless romantic at heart who believes in soulmates and true love — biggest travel inspiration is dua lipa — always wears a swimsuit beneath her clothes

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS.

coconut pals — people ysla would generally have a good time with. they definitely need to be open to being dragged to the nearest karaoke a reason to stay — ysla is on the constant move, maybe this person is the reason why she’ll finally choose to stay more tbd! dm’s are always open to plot

#valpohqintro #⋆୨♡୧⋆ ysla: island princess #FINALLY FINISHED HER BIO #will definitely come back to fix this in the near future

[queenofthedisneyverse]

In El santuario de los padres adults are definitely helping eachother and watching over others' kids when one of the parents is sick or just exhausted and needs a break

Yeah, they all are like a unit…tag team almost? 

When the youngins are a bit much and no one in their world is around they go to sanctuary casita to see if someone can take the load for them. 

Mamabuela usually takes some kids when her cross dimensional son and/or grandkids want time to themselves. Papantonio, Mamabel, and Pamamilo usually need time to be teenagers (or just time alone) so mamabuela takes their kiddos for a couple hours. Mamaisa, Mamaluisa, Mamalores, and Papa Bruno usually do the same but NOT at the same time. (She can only handle about 20+ kids at best). All the kids are extremely well behaved so there’s no issue with watching a couple but not to many. 

Other than her it is like a tag team. 

Other wholesome things I just came up with while writing a response. 

The kids tend to call each other prima or primo while calling the adults tia or tio. 

All the mirabel’s are fascinated with the fact that there are so many versions of themselves, and they call one of them “tia”.

The adults such as Isabela, Dolores, Luisa, Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio call each other hermana/hermano. Papa Bruno is still Tio Bruno to them. It took a few months for most of them to warm up to Mamabuela but they got to calling her abuela after a while (or after they realized she wasn’t as mean as the alma in their world).

After they were cool with her, some of the kids started to call mamabuela “abuela” or “bisabuela”. 

When things are difficult or a parent isn’t sure what to do, they’ll talk to the other parent to see if they know how to handle a certain issue. 

When they all do stay at S! Casita it’s always a fun night full of games & fun. 

Outside games that include throwing a ball are forbidden from being played near the house. The kids have an entire jungle that’s SAFE, they can play and go as far as they want. 

Seeing as pamamilo and mamaisa moved out of Encanto and into the more modern world of 1950, there are more modern kitchen appliances and machinery in S! Casita. 

Lunch is a common thing there when visiting. So everyone has their own stove to cook on and refrigerator to take food from. (Everyone knows how to cook to some capacity…wait…does Mamaluisa know how to cook?)

S! Casita has a wide range of cook books that hold recipes that are from all over the world, so the parents try experimenting with different recipes to see what they like. (I hope that makes sense). 

Angst…?

Mamabuela truly hates that in most of her cross dimensional grandkids' worlds she's the main issue. If she could, she would give the other versions of herself an earful and maybe a couple smacks or two.

Mamabuela and Papa Bruno are also heavily disgusted at the fact that the grandkids had to step up raising either Mirabel or Antonio at such young ages. Ages that no child should even be thinking about caring for children. 

There are times when some of the grandkid-parents or papa bruno or mamabuela just bring the kids to the playground, go inside, and just cry from stress. Everyone there knows the struggle so whoever is crying is allowed to cry and vent.

#el santuario de los padres au #encanto au #au #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal