#didn’t really know how to feel about encanto first time

[yanderecrazysie]

What about a darling who had a quirk that was affected by her emotions like if she gets mad she might just burn the house down or if she is sad it will start to rain something like pepa's gift.(Hawks,Shoto,Bakugou) please (≧▽≦)

Okay ngl I didn’t know what pepa’s gift was (haven’t watched Encanto and I think that’s what it’s from) but I looked it up and I incorporated it in to the best of my ability!

Pairings: Hawks x Reader; Shoto x Reader; Bakugou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, bullying, imagine if reader accidentally killed them when angry lmao win-win

Summary: Your quirk is affected by your emotions. How will your yanderes deal with that?

Notes: These are separate headcanons for each of the 3 characters.

TAKAMI KEIGO (HAWKS)

Hawks first notices you when he’s out patrolling the streets. The sky is as sunny as your smile and he simply returns a grin, checking you out a little while doing so.

It’s not until the next day that he really notices you, though.

It’s storming so hard that he’s having trouble flying- but only in an isolated part of the city. Everywhere else is calm, so it must be someone’s quirk, he thinks.

When he flies into the heart of the storm, he expects to see a villain. Instead, he finds you, sobbing into your hands and curled up on the dirty cement.

You cheer up immediately when you see him, a famous pro hero, and the storm clears almost immediately. Sun peaks through the dark clouds until they cease to exist, all because of him.

He’s honestly flattered. More than flattered, really. It’s almost addictive, the knowledge that he’s the one that calmed your storm.

You tell him about the villains that held you at gunpoint and stole your purse and he’s so seething mad that he’s surprised a storm hasn’t appeared over his head.

He’s rougher than he needs to be when he catches the villains. They’re in rougher shape than usual when he hands them off to his sidekicks.

He goes back to check on you, see the look on your face when he hands you back your purse and tells you that those villains won’t be bothering you again. You’re smiling so brightly that it makes his knees weak.

You don’t leave your house often, but when you do, he’s your eye in the sky. He even blows off some of his scheduled patrols to watch over you.

Every time that something is off with you- be it a lightning storm or just a slight sprinkle of rain, he feels a need to know just what it is that upset you, and to somehow fix it and bring the sun back into your life.

He wants to be your sunshine, the constant factor to keep that beautiful smile on your face and the clouds far away.

He begins to feel jealous that others make you happy. Angry that you have friends. Furious when someone flirts with you.

He’ll keep trying to make you happy and do his best to drive others off without upsetting you.

After all, he’ll always know how you’re feeling just by looking at you.

TODOROKI SHOTO

When Shoto first met you, he thought you had a fire quirk. After all, you were quite literally burning with righteous fury.

It took a long time of observation for Shoto to realize that you weren’t some secret long-lost Todoroki child and that your quirk was something else entirely.

He watched as you cried literal rivers when you were sad, turned fire engine red across your entire body when you were embarrassed (even your clothes turned red!), and, yes, created tall flames whenever you were angry.

Somehow, he felt like he could relate with you a little, when you had a quirk related to fire, but there was one thing he couldn’t match.

You were so expressive.

Not just quirk-wise, no. Your facial expressions and body language always matched whatever your quirk was doing, and Shoto almost wished he could do the same.

But he was awkward, had trouble expressing his emotions. The only emotion he expressed well was anger, and that’s the emotion that gave you fire.

A connection, perhaps?

Fate?

Shoto longs to grow closer to you, but he settles for watching you every time he’s home. After all, you are his neighbor.

He likes to see your fury fire a little too much. Maybe that’s why he’s always instigating issues with you.

Sneaking into your house and stealing things he knows you’ll need just to see frustrated flames spread up your back while you tear your home apart looking for it.

Throwing things into your yard to watch your hair light up as you angrily snatched the trash off the grass, muttering about “stupid litterers”.

It’s not right for him to enjoy seeing you with a negative emotion so much, but he can’t help it. A sick part of him feels like he can relate most this way.

And Shoto just can’t stop himself.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

You were always a sight to behold when you were feeling any way other than neutral.

Bakugou liked all of your emotions, if he were to be honest to himself for once. He would never admit that aloud, of course.

You glow brighter than the sun when happy, nearly blinding him with your otherworldly beauty.

You burst into flames when you’re angry, the flames always lighting up your features in the most flattering of ways.

And when you were sad? You cried fountains of water while you drooped like a wilting flower, shrinking a little and looking frailer than ever before.

Would you believe that sadness was Bakugou’s favorite of your emotions?

Sure, you were beautiful when happy and got him pumped up when angry, but when you were sad?

He just wants to scoop you up in his muscular arms and feel your now-tiny form in his own.

He wants to wipe your tears away until they trickled off and no longer spouted wildly from the corners of your eyes.

He wanted to cheer you up a little, to watch you turn from a wilted little flower into a lightly-glowing, sheepishly-giggling mess.

He likes your sadness so much that he finds himself saying terrible things to you, just to watch that transformation.

He feels guilty after saying and doing awful things, to be the cause for your sadness.

But to see you shivering and sobbing below him?

Worth it every time.

#yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere one shot #one shot #my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere bakugou #yandere hawks #yandere shoto #todoroki shoto #bakugou katsuki #takami keigo

[creat0r-cat]

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

Darkiplier

Surface Pressure

Deep down he really does care about his “brothers”

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

He is

He REALLY is

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

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

Wilford

He probably heard all of the songs before watching the movie

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

However

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

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

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

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

He didn’t get emotional per say

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

Fortunately, he opted not to dwell on it too much

Actor

Waiting On A Miracle

This boy is INSECURE because of his breakup with Celine

Is he good enough?

Has he done enough?

Is he really worthy of anything?

He wants to be better

He wants his life to be better

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

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

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

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

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

Googleplier

Surface Pressure

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

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

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

His optics widen and his mechanical heart speeds up

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

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

Bingiplier

What Else Can I Do?

He’s imperfect

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

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

He doesn’t want to be perfect like Google

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

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

Dr. Iplier

He doesn’t really get emotional during the songs

However

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yandereplier 

Dos Oruguitas

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

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

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

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

WHOOOO BOY the tears start FLOWING

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

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

Like, she’s everything to him!

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

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

Yancy

Friggin ALL OF THE SONGS

He loves music and finds each of them so amazing

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

WOAM: The want to be extraordinary and help others

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

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

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

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

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

Illinois

Waiting On A Miracle

Yes, Illinois is a special adventurous and flirtatious boy 

But not everything is really as it seems with him

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

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

He took up adventuring to be different

To be a conversation starter

To be interesting so that somebody

ANYBODY

Would look his way and want to be around him 

After all..

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

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

Engineer Mark

Waiting On A Miracle

What else needs to be said?

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

Insecure

Feels unwanted

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

Hides behind a false persona of happiness

THEY

ARE

THE

SAME

PERSON

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

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

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

[artist-issues]

What were some of the things you enjoyed about Encanto? I wanted to like it but it just didn't do it for me.

I thought it was really well-done. There are some story things that don’t sit right with me, and the message is not good, and some of the characterizations are a little irresponsible if you want to consider it a kid’s movie… but I’ll leave that for a different post.

I liked how every character’s design felt like they put so much thought into it. I don’t just mean the costumes (even though they’re genius. Obviously Mirabel’s outfit having little nods to each member of her family, looking like she made it herself just like every helpful thing she does is on her own without superpowers, details like that, we’re great.) I mean, the fact that every character could be separated from the rest of the cast, plopped in their own movie, and still “look” like the main character. At first I didn’t like that. It wasn’t very Bancroft of them. But then I realized:

That’s the point of the movie. Everybody’s special. Everybody’s a miracle on their own, everybody is the main character of their own story, everybody’s important. So they all look like and even have personalities interesting enough to have their own movie, each.

I thought a lot of the humor really hit! Maybe my favorite gag was when Bruno “falls” but then it turns out, no, he’s fine.

I do love the music. I do. I don’t know, I’ve never loved that all of Lin Manuel Miranda’s songs sound like…Lin Manuel Miranda…and all of the main characters sound like him when they sing…but still, I thought the songs had a feeling of unity to them.

I love that the heavy-lifting, muscly girl character sings a song about how she wishes she could put down the weight of expectations—specifically to be strong—and there’s this visual thing in the background. When she sings “but wait! If I could shake! This growing weight!” he donkeys she was carrying around suddenly are wearing makeup and look like unicorns. That could just as easily have been a choice made to accentuate the sudden calm, weightless vibe of the song…they’re dressed like unicorns because it’s a comedic way to communicate “dream sequence…” But I like to think it was also a nod to it being okay for Luisa to STOP being all “stronger than Gaston” and embrace actual soft girliness.

I think the chemistry between a lot of the family members was hit-or-miss, because Mirabel seems awkward around Luisa and her cousins, but much more realistic with Isabella or her mom. But I do think a lot of her interactions with her mom and Isabella are relatable, and realistic. Felt like the filmmakers were putting some genuine experiences into those conversations, and that always boosts the scene.

I think the main character is genuinely likeable—or at least, you can feel for her for a lot of the movie. I mean, sometimes she comes off as annoying to me, but I DON’T think you can walk away from it going, “the filmmakers didn’t know who Mirabel was, she was just whatever they needed her to be in the moment.” I think they had her characterization down: she’s always treading water to keep her head above feeling sorry for herself by refusing to feel sorry for herself, and focus on others.

That’s all kind of washed down the drain by the message being so self-focused, but that’s a post for another time.

Lastly, the written dialogue is pretty good! Again, I think that comes from having a clear idea of what your movie is trying to say, and who each of your characters are in order to nail that message—and Encanto does that, for better or worse.

It knows that it’s trying to say, “all your flaws, strengths, potential and failures make you who you are: and who you are is special.” I don’t love that. But it says it clearly and engagingly, even if…

…well, no, another post! 😅 another time!

#Encanto #Encanto critique #Encanto positive #Disney’s Encanto #Bruno #Mirabel #lin manuel miranda

[madricat]

Do I wanna know if you’re falling in love with me?

a Carlos x y/n fic loosely based on Do I Wanna Know and Falling In Love With You. This is my first fic ever written, so be prepared. Maybe some spelling errors.

Word count: 2269

inspo from here

There he was. Once again. Just you and him. Together. It was all too good to be true…

“Carlos!!! Mijo, hurry. Time to wake up!”

Of course. Defeated, he decides to get out of bed. When he does, he realizes his hand is gripping on to something.

“Dios Mio”

It was the little bear he has had since he was a kid. A little maroon bear with buttons for eyes and his initials CM on its feet. Every time he dreams of you, the bear is held tight. 

Once he puts the bear down and gets ready for the day (obvi making his hair cover his eye), he heads downstairs for breakfast.

“ Hola Tia,” he said while walking into the kitchen. “Ay Carlos, that’s the fifth time you’ve slept in this week,” Julieta said while cleaning the kitchen. “I know” “Another dream?” his Tia questioned as he went over to pour himself a cup of juice. “Si,” he responded before taking a sip.

His tia was one of the people he trusted. She knows about his little crush. How lately he’s been waking up late cause of his dreams.

“Why don't you say something?” she peaked up. Carlos shrugged his shoulders while taking a bite of an empanada that was sitting on the counter. “Mmm, this is really good. Did you try a new filling?” he questioned with food in his mouth, so good he kept going for another bite.

“Si! y/n gave me the idea, actually.” Upon hearing our name, a blush instantly appeared on his face. Of course, it didn’t help for him to think that you were getting along with his tia, someone he loves very much. 

“Carlos? Que Pasa?” “nada,” he quickly denied anything. “Then what’s that color in your cheeks?” she says teasingly to the poor flustered boy. “I have to go now! Adios Tisa!” he said, quickly exiting the kitchen before it could get any worse. Watching the sight of her nephew leave in a fluster made her laugh to herself.

In all fairness, Carlos really had nowhere to go. So he just decided to take a walk. Everywhere he passed, people were afraid. Oh, how he hated it. He hated it because he didn’t want you to as well. But according to his fears, he can't change how people see him, just like he can't shift the tide. It was something he couldn’t get rid of, like something in his teeth.

He was then snapped out of it when he heard a laugh. Not just anyone, though, yours. That damn laugh that made his knees weak. How he wanted to be the one to make you laugh, be right beside you and make you smile so big. 

“That sounds crazy y/n,” Mirable said in between laughs, “I wish I could go with you.”

“...go?” Carlos mumbled under his breath. No, you can't go. You just came a few months ago. You can't just leave after coming into his life. It would make him sad to see you go. He was sort of hoping you’d stay in this little town he calls home, even if it wasn’t your first home.

Ever since you came into town, something inside him hasn't been the same. Ever since the Encanto mountains broke, people have been coming in (ofc after Abuela approved). Carlos didn’t mind the new people as long as they didn't bother him. They were also new prank victims, so that was a plus. But he couldn't do that to you. It’s like whenever he tries, his body stops him. A feeling you can't fight. 

After learning about his defeat, he thought it was better to just go back home. The whole way back home, he dragged his feet and held his head low. Even when he arrived, Casita could see his mood and quietly opened its doors.

As he trenched up the stairs and down the hall, he got stopped by a voice he knew all too well, almost like the little voice in the back of his head.

“Have you got the guts?” a hushed voice questioned. “ Que?” “When are you gonna tell them?” his sister kept questioning him. “Tell who what?” he kept denying. “Tell y/n that you are in love with them,” she finally said. “Love is a bit strong,” Carlos rebutted. “Dios Mio, you have no idea that you’re in deep,” she said dramatically; she couldn’t believe him. With this, Carlos gives Dolores a puzzled face. “You’re deeply head over heels for them,” she exclaimed. “You’re far from the truth,” he denied. “Then why did your heart start racing then,” she said with a little smirk, now seeing the color in his cheeks return.

Once he snapped back to it, his face turned upside down again. “ You overheard y/n and Mirabel, didn’t you?” With silence as her answer, she felt terrible for her Hermano.

After a while of no words exchanged, Carlos finally peaked up “...when do they leave?” “next week…you know-” “do I wanna know?” Carlos interrupts her. “Que?” she questioned, confused. “ Do I really wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?” he said, rolling his eyes in exaggeration and crossing his arms. “Talk to them then,” Dolores suggested. “When?” “Tonight,” she exclaimed before she started walking away. Then she stopped for a sec and turned her head towards him. “After all, the nights are mainly for saying what you can’t say tomorrow.” And with this, she continued walking away.

Well, he was screwed. It was tonight. Now or never. After months of being in love having a crush, he was finally gonna confess. He was pacing around his room, stressing. He didn’t have a clue about what to do. NONE! As he defeatedly throws himself into his desk chair, he places his elbows on his desk and runs his hands through his hair (showing both his eyes).

Maybe he can come up with a plan! He grabs his notebook and pencil and starts writing ideas. Stargazing? No. Picnic? No. Tear after tear after tear. Each one ending up with a crumble, then being tossed. With agony, he bangs his head on the desk, clueless. When he turns his head, he catches a glance at his bookshelf. With the sunset peeking through his window, a ray of sun illuminated the books. A certain one caught his attention tho.

A brown leather-covered book with Spanish-styled details edged in gold. And on the cover, a heart with angel wings. “Of course!” The answer was in front of him all along. How could he be so stupid? Now all he needed was his guitar and a quick trip to the town square.

His first step, get you to come. He transforms into a little red bird, and with his beak, he picks up a letter that he wrote.  As he started approaching your house, his nerves started to work up again. He was doing this. He was actually doing this. What if it didn't work? What if it was too stupid? What if he got rejected? What if you were already dating someone?! He was so busy questioning that he didn’t realize he had made it to your house and almost flew into it. But there he was, now flying right in front of your window. 

“Tap tap..tap..” Getting up from your desk, you go to see what could possibly be making that annoying noise. When you go to open your curtains, you’re shocked to see a little red bird with a letter in between its beak. You quickly open your window to let the little bird in and see what it wants. The moment you peek open your window, he swiftly flies in, drops the letter on your desk, and leaves. He was so quick that you didn’t have time to process it, let alone blink. With curiosity, you walk back to your desk to see a red letter written in black cursive,

Dear y/n:

Tonight, follow this bird. It will be waiting for you at 12 am.

See you then, Hermosa ❤️

“Her-Hermosa,” you say, surprised. The color in your cheeks was rising. You were over the moon, though!

You made sure to eat your dinner faster tonight and get ready for bed quicker. Welllll, technically you weren’t going to bed, but your family didn’t know that. 

After checking yourself in the mirror for the 20th time, you checked the time and saw it was 11:55 pm. “Here goes nothing,” you say to yourself, preparing for whatever may happen soon. You quietly open your bedroom door, making sure you woke no one up. As you creep down the stairs and to the front door, you didn't know you had stopped breathing until you made it outside.

It was a bit cold, not gonna lie. Waiting there, tapping your foot, you checked your watch. “12:01”. “Where is this bird?” you mumbled under your breath. You were getting a bit impatient since it was getting colder by the minute, only making you want to go inside more. Just when you say this, the bird lands on your shoulder, startling you. Then, with little chirps, the bird started flying away. 

You start chasing after the bird as it begins to head farther from the town. You didn’t even realize you were running in the direction of the famous Madrigals house.

Running up a tiny hill nearby, you attempted to catch your breath once you reached the top. Hands on your knees, when you look up, you realize that you have lost the bird. “mierda,” you say breathlessly. 

Suddenly, you feel a pair of cold hands wrap around your eyes. “You didn’t lose me, Hermosa,” a low, raspy voice whispered in your ear, so close you could feel his breath tickle your skin. “Keep your eyes closed, trust me.”

Well, it was too late now if you were being kidnapped. So you did as you were told and kept them closed.

Carlos couldn’t believe he was doing this. While he slowly removed his hands from your eyes, he cautiously started walking in front of you. Once standing face to face with you, he couldn’t help but just freeze for a second. How bad he just wanted to grab your face and feel your lips collide with his. But he knew he couldn’t. So he gently grabbed your hands as he started walking backward, guiding you to a little clearing. 

Your mind was racing with millions of thoughts. Do I know that voice? Where is he taking me? Why did I agree to do this? Where even am I? All of a sudden, you felt him let go of your hands.

You stood there with your eyes still closed, patiently waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Then, out of nowhere, you start hearing a guitar strumming. Curiously, you peeked open your eyes. When you did, you were awestruck. 

“ Wise men say only fools rush in.”

Carlos sang while looking down at his guitar. Around him was a circle of candles. Dimly lit up, allowing you to only see a figure of the stranger.

“But I can't help falling in love with you.”

He sang while slowly approaching toward you.

“No, I can't help falling in love with you.”

He lastly sang while now standing right in front of you, looking you in the eye.

As you two stood there, you were shocked. Now finally, being able to place a face on the mysterious admirer, you couldn’t believe it. Did thee Carlos Madrigal just say in song he loved you? You couldn't even mutter a single word. 

“Look, y/n, I know we’ve barely known each other, but I’ve just been wondering lately if your heart's still open. Cause we can be together if you wanted to, regardless of whether you are gonna leave soon,” he rambled. He was so nervous, why weren't you saying anything?! He could barely even comprehend what he was even saying.

This was so much for you to process right now.

“I-i,” you tried to form words, but before you could even get them out, you were interrupted. “-Look, I get it if you don't want-” “Carlos!” you interrupted him. This shocked him and made him shut up. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too” “...really?” “yes, really,” you replied. He couldn’t believe it, you had just said you liked him back! His heart was now racing. Internally he was jumping up and down in joy.

“So we can be together then?” he said with excitement entangled in his tone. “Of course,” you answered. But then it hit him, “but aren’t you leaving soon? How would we make this work?” 

You were confused. You never told him anything about leaving; how would he-oh. “Ay, the chisme of this town,” you groaned under your breath while pinching the bridge of your nose.

Well, you couldn’t have confused the poor boy any more than he already was.

“ I only leave for two weeks, you know that, right?”

He didn’t respond; all he could think of was how stupid he was. Is that what Dolores was trying to tell him earlier? Is this what he gets when he doesn’t listen to people fully?

When he didn’t respond and just stood there with his mouth opened a little, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Aww, pobrecito,” you said between giggles before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

With that, Carlos shut his mouth and regained his stiff posture.

Guess this feeling really did flow both ways after all ❤️…

#carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos my beloved #encanto carlos #my fic #encanto

[fyregrayfong]

overall thoughts on tdp??? Now that you’re done watching, which season/story-line/character (besides our iconic queen General and Aunt Amaya 👑) was your fave? Any moments throughout that you really felt or really spoke to you?

The dynamic of characters in this show is so interesting. The theme throughout the whole show is something that resonates with me because it's how I live my life. Despite what you hear about a certain group of people you should have an open mind. This is just some of my thoughts and opinions on some of the characters. There might be spoilers so read at your own risk.

I love Seasons 1-3 and if it wasn’t for the wedding preparations and scenes with Amaya. I wouldn’t have watched season 4. I felt like the whole season was complete filler. The series could’ve ended at the 3rd season and be solid. Season 4 didn’t really get my attention compared to the previous seasons. I hope the story picks up in season 5. I just need more Amaya 😭 lol

Callum starting as a kid who doesn't know where he belongs because he isn't a fighter or have anything useful to help the kingdom. He is the stepson of the king. Turns out he is a mage and he instantly knows that he wants to be a good light mage and nothing like what his former crush, Claudia is. Speaks on his character and reminds me a lot of his mom.

Ezran, such a baby doll, is quirky and awkward. Has a difficulty talking to people and has a special connection with animals. He has a kind heart and sees the good in people. He doesn't allow outside comments deter his judgement on a person. He reminds me so much of Antonio from Encanto. He is a fave for sure. He is a type of King that I would love to see in the real world.One that rules with kind and compassion instead with a drive for power or holier than thou.

Rayla being a moonshadow assassin. While Rayla claims to despise humans, on the inside she doesn't truly hate them. She doesn't see them as lesser beings than herself, unlike the rest of the elves. It causes this inner turmoil on her belief as a moon shadow assassin verses her morals. She constantly checking her morals and doing better. Willing to put her life on the line to do the right thing.

Claudia, her development was scary, I know there's some good but she continues down this dark path, that its sad. I was so hoping that she would run away with Soren. I really hope there is some way she can redeem herself in the upcoming season but I feel like she's so far down the rabbit hole that it's too deep a hole for her to come out of. The reason why I say Claudia's development is scary s because she knows she is becoming darker. Each season she is at a point where she pushes that morality further. She crosses that limit and instead of realizing ok that's enough. She knows it's bad and accepts it with no regret. Only to surpass it again the next time. There is nothing that will stop her to get what she wants.

Soren, at first I didn't care about him because he was this jerk who constantly picked on Callum, but Soren definitely grew. The first season I feel like the creators wanted us to see Soren as this idiot jock that heavily relies on his physical strength. It also didn't help that Viren and Claudia also treated him as such. As the series goes on he is so much more than that. His development throughout the series is one of the best, imo. He has this emotional intelligence that came to a surprise. He does have silly moments where he acts first but then he realizes his mistakes and changes. When Soren realized how he was manipulated by his dad. He went against his dad. This is so hard to do. He loves his dad and his sister so for him to renounce his loyalty from his family and follow the crown. Then on top of that having to go to war and the person you're fighting is your own father and sister. That hits the heart in more ways than one. His redemption arc is honestly chef's kiss. Soren is a good boi.

Amaya, my my my Amaya. She is wife. Once she appeared on the screen I had heart eyes immediately. Like I was already shopping for rings! I think I have a thing for strong stoic types who are really big softies. She's both an immovable object and an unstoppable force in battle. Amaya is thoughtful, honorable, compassionate and smart. Brutal, driven and capable. Pragmatic and adaptable. Her character design and fight choreography is stylish af. I could watch her fight it's like watching a dance. Her shield is honestly really cool and interesting design. Even though she's a tough person that flips switches so fast once she's with her nephews. She turns into this big softy that is so adorable and honestly is why I fell hard for her. She has a heart of gold and isn't afraid to jump into the line of fire to protect the people she loves. Her nephews, Gren, Janai, her soldiers, her kingdom. I could go on about Amaya.

Bait, Bait is the best. I can't get over him. He has a range of emotions and is the bestest boi. He deserves all the tarts.

Bonus:

I can't get over the fact that Amaya threw Bait in a perfect spiral throw. Bait is beauty. Bait is grace.

#tdp #callum #callum tdp #tdp ezran #ezran #claudia tdp #soren #tdp soren #tdp rayla #tdp claudia #tdp amaya #tdp bait #general amaya #Amaya #the dragon prince

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

It took me a while to notice that the Encanto gramma predicates them “deserving” the miracle (survivor’s guilt there) on them using their gifts for everyone who asks for help, all day, no rest, and tries to make sure no one in the town ever feels alone or unprotected, but not only is that making the kids feel exhausted and inauthentic and unseen; it’s also making her unable to deal with reality (the miracle faltering); and it’s also probably the reason Bruno felt like his gift was hurting everyone, bc it made the villagers really uncomfortable. At first the way “we don’t talk about Bruno” presents him made me think he was walking around telling people bad news unasked, but then he says everyone kept asking him, they just didn’t like the answers. So the town feeling unsafe around him made abeula feel like they were failing them.

And! The way Pepa tells her part of the song makes it sound like everything was sunshine at the wedding until he said what he said. But her husband corrects her “there wasn’t a cloud in the sky” to “no clouds ALLOWED in the sky.” And then at the end Bruno said “I could see that you were stressing,” which presumably means she did already have a little cloud when he showed up. But every time Pepa shows a cloud Abuela yells at her. She’s even dressed all in yellow with sun earrings, she’s trying to hard to stay sunny for Abuela. So she revised it in her memory to Bruno causing it. But then at the end when he tells her he wishes she would just feel all her feelings, her husband says “I’ve been saying that” and at the very end she’s dancing in the snow.

And at first I thought Mirabel had no gift but she and Bruno have almost the same gift! He had future sight and she has inner sight—she can see the cracks in the house before they appear, she can see Luisa’s trauma visually as she explains it. And at first she seems more determined than Bruno to follow through on her gift, but by the end she followed the same route as him—she ran off convinced she’d failed them. But bc Abuela had been through it already with Bruno she was able to make a different choice this time and follow Mirabel and let her teach her. I wonder if Abuela had inner sight too, since Mirabel seems poised to inherit the rest of her gift—house and candle guardian. She pretends she doesn’t believe the magic is faltering but then privately admits she knows, so is it bc she can see it too and was in denial? Or she just guessed bc of what happened to Mirabel?

The fact that Bruno saw the future still in doubt means the visions were multi layered anyway. And adjusting to free will as it happened. I love that Bruno’s prophecies are fluid like that. How the meaning shifts in response to what they choose. Dolores takes his prophecy and chooses to go get her man, Isabela takes it and gets new dreams of her own. So it doesn’t hurt them. I love how all of them develop so much more dimension to their gifts when they’re allowed to use it for themselves and not just for service! Selfishness!! It’s so necessary! I think it’s one of the best forms of healing trauma!! Bc our idea of selfishness gets so twisted. i’ve heard some people say they wished they hadn’t gotten their gifts back. They thought it would be more powerful if they didn’t, but I think the point is that the gifts are just who they are, it’s not really about them being magic. The house only amplifies the gift.

We never really get to see Mirabel’s moms inner life, which makes sense because that’s how we are with our parents at that age. But I do wonder if she had any adjusting she needed to do..

Also fascinating how Dolores is the one after Bruno who sees how things are most accurately, and she sees how nobody wants to hear what he sees, so she stays quiet about her perceptions about what she hears and just reports what she’s asked for neutrally, almost mechanically (unless it’s a major emergency, lol). Like Mirabel says Dolores will tell everyone, but she never argued with anyone about Bruno being bad even though she knew it was more complicated than that, she never tells anyone she still hears him sometimes, she reports “he wants five babies” with the barest quirk of her mouth, she never once mentions Isabela’s bf is her dream man even though Bruno told her that would happen years ago. Her verse about Bruno is by far the most perceptive but she almost whispers it. And only tells Mirabel things if she’s asked. It's so traumatic to be the one who sticks out, who can’t hide the gift so it antagonizes everyone. But it’s almost as traumatic to be the one who has to stifle their gift and not to use it nearly to its potential because so they’ve seen what will happen.

It’s SO layered and so dang accurate to how trauma plays out generationally and I’ve rewatched it three times and still keep noticing things and WOW. And Dos Origuitas makes me cry. Bc it’s layered too! It’s not just “you’ll transform through trauma,” it’s “the process of transformation may take you away from the people you went through the trauma with, and that’s ok, you have to let each other go and trust the cocoon and that you’ll find each other again after if you can” and that’s a lot!!!

#encanto #just found this in my drafts #apparently I was full of thoughts but forgot to publish #I stand by this #hell of a portrayal of trauma #and generational healing #Bruno madrigal made me feel everything

[miracles-and-butterflies]

which Encanto theory do the Reincarnated Girls love and/or hate the most?

That is a very good question.

It’s not really a theory per-se, but Isabela strongly hates seeing herself paired with men. She has physically thrown up many times. Like how come Diane clocked she was a lesbian but other people didn’t? And also because she married a man and lost her life. But mainly the first bit. Her favourite theory? That her plants can become fully sentient - like the sketch of the potato family from the concept art. She knows she couldn’t do that with her gift, but it’s fun to imagine the chaos she would have caused if she had been able to do so.

Mirabel hates a lot of them (unsurprisingly), but especially the ones about her being the next matriarch/candleholder. She can’t begin to understand why - a lot of them she can excuse or dismiss, but this one will never not make her want to kill herself. Her reaction to it was: “What sort of vapid psychopath came up with this?” A close second is the stupid ‘she wiped off the magic on her dress’ theory. Her favourite theory is that she would die young like Abuelo Pedro and her future sacrifice is why she restored the miracle in the film - a part of her likes to imagine that is what happened in actuality.

Dolores’ theory she hates the most are all the ones about her being evil or having multiple gifts (by stealing Mirabel’s). Or anything about Mariano actually being a jerk, who would ultimately leave her heartbroken. Her favourite theory is anything about Bruno being a little more upfront and honest with her about being in the walls, so he secretly acted as advisor/mentor to her. It isn’t true, but she finds the idea charming and if she could redo that part of her life, she would make more effort to try talk to Bruno.

Luisa’s least favourite theory is the aforementioned one about Mirabel wiping the magic onto her dress. How dare some internet morons say that. She doesn’t have a favourite theory really. They all either piss her off in some way or have an underlying feeling of being bittersweet:

Isabela’s favourite is her longing that she tried to do more with her gift

Mirabel’s favourite is purely based on how traumatic her death was for her

Dolores’ favourite is from the regrets she gained in life

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto reincarnation au #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #pedro madrigal #mariano guzmán

[gamerbearmira]

GIRL I LOVE BALLET TOO!!! I always daydream myself doing ballet on a big stage but anyway, Chapter 1?

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Today was…a day in encanto of course. The sun was shining brightly, which meant Pepa was “happy” so to speak. The flowers in town were beautifully blooming, which meant Isabela was around. The crowds were laughing, so Camilo must have been doing something wacky. And the townspeople looked healthy and well, so Julieta’s food stand was up and working. 

Everybody was doing their part in Encanto to keep the Miracle burning. All except Mira, who was busy in her room with a new book to distract her from…things. The book she had was a Ballet book, it was a new type of dancing she never knew of. And hey, nothing wrong with learning a new dance right? 

She opened it and looked at it, the first page showed pictures of basic steps and poses;

“Feet position”

heels together, toes pointed outwards to the side

“Arm Position”

arms held out in front of the body with rounded elbows in an oval shape, sloping down from the shoulders

The arm position wasn’t a hassle at all, easy peasy. It was a little hard with the feet position part, she couldn’t really keep her heels together without almost falling (I’ve tried it, it is hard). With each time she almost fell the more she got frustrated. But what she didn’t know is that someone was admiring her from the sidelines. 

Alma loved Ballet, with every fiber of her being. Ever since she was a young girl, she was on time in her ballet classes, never missing one. The feeling of leaping in the air or doing simple pirouettes was euphoric to her. 

She knew that if…terrible things didn’t happen she may have been a famous dancer by now. But she tried her hardest not to think about those things, tried not to think about ballet at all for that matter. She was too tired or too busy mostly to even do a first position, so she just didn’t do anything about it. 

But now, seeing her granddaughter trying to do it just like she did at her age brought something back to her that she thought was long gone. 

“GAH” 

Was heard from the little girl’s room. Mirabel had fallen backward trying to do the first position, but what did Mira always do when she was down? She got right back up again. Alma could see she was frustrated but kept going anyway. That reminded her of herself the very first time she tried. Alma couldn’t have been any older than Mira, who was six. That’s when Alma thought, why is she letting mira do it alone? Sure she’s a little older but she knows she can still do it if she wanted to. So, with a deep breath, she knocked on Mira’s door. 

“Mira, can I come in?” Alma softly asked as she knocked. 

A tumble and an “ouch” could be heard before Mirabel quickly came up to the door, looking a little nervous. The door was fully open so there was no need to open it, Alma was just knocking out of respect.

“Oh, hola abuela! How can I help you?” Mira nervously questioned 

“I um…well, I would like to help you” A small kind smile creeped along Alma’s face

“Help me? With what?” Mirabel asked with genuine curiosity. 

“Hmm, can I come in?” 

“Suuure” 

Alma stepped inside and walked over to the book that was perched on the toy chest. She picked it up and looked at it. 

“Abuela?”

“I…can help you with ballet” Alma said blatantly, turning around to look back at Mira. 

“R-Really?” Mira said with shock and curiosity spread across her features. 

“Si, I…come with me” 

Alma held her hand out for Mirabel to take, and Mirabel gladly obliged. They both walked to Alma’s room, where she held something that was 2nd most precious to her. 

The elder woman led Mira to her closet and she opened it. She dug for something for a few moments until she found it. In her hand she held a magenta colored box, it was a little dusty so it’s clear it hadn't been open in years. 

Alma got down on her knees next to Mira and opened the box. There, a pair of satin pink pointe shoes sat perfectly together with the ribbons inside them. Keep in mind, Mirabel has never seen shoes like this. 

“Oooooh” Is all Mirabel could say as she eyed the beautiful but odd looking shoes. 

“Si, I used to do Ballet in these” Alma took the shoes out, seeing all the memories she had in them flash before her eyes. 

“You used to do ballet?!” Mirabel asked

“Yes, and oh how I loved it” Alma held the shoes close to her chest with a smile. She closed her eyes to get a few glimpses of more memories. 

“Wow, can I try them on” Mirabel excitedly asked

Alma chuckled but handed them to her. Seeing Mira’s little feet in them made her giggle but it was a cute sight after all. 

“I think they’re a little too big for me” Mira giggled

“Whaaat? No” Alma joked, earning a laugh from Mirabel. 

“Now, would you rather from a book or your abuela?” Alma knew darn well what the answer was

“*gasp* You’ll really teach me?!” Mirabel's little eyes glimmered with hope and excitement. 

“Ye-Oh” Before she could get a word in, Mirabel quickly hugged her. It was the first hug they really had in a while, in a year. Alma gladly hugged the girl back, but what she wasn’t expecting was to hear a few sniffles. 

“Mirabel, are you alright?” Alma looked her granddaughter with worry and concern

Mirabel, after a long while, looked up at Alma with a small smile. She wiped her tears away and laughed a little. 

“I’m ok Abuela, really” Mira smiled up at her

“mi nieta, you can tell me anything” Alma cupped the girl’s face and held the truth in her eyes, as well as her own.  

What’s one lie gonna do? 

“I’m ok Abuela, I promise” Mirabel assured her

Alma knew there was something but didn’t want to press further. And deep down, she already knew what the problem was. So, she stood up and held out her hand for Mirabel to grab once more. 

“Come on, let’s get you some proper clothes for your first class.” 

YUH YUH‼️‼️ THEY’RE SO CUTE IM SOBBING 🤧

No but Alma showing her the box. The box likely no one else has seen. I might start crying more than I. Already have. Love that Alma immediately offered to teach her, she obviously saw herself in Mirabel, and she wanted someone to continue what she used to love doing.

Course I had to draw 👹 I think for like the first week Mirabel. Refused to take off her ballet clothes. Someone had to wrestle them off of her in order to wash them and she was moping and mean mugging the whole time until she got them back 😭

Love this AU <3

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #ballet au #ballerina mirabel au

[radation]

Hey I was wondering if you could make an encanto fic? I know the fandom is all mostly gone but I love the way you write these. It would be about Julieta getting wrecked by her siblings or sister. And please don’t feel obligated to do this. XD

Julieta’s tickle torture.

FINALLY!!! I promised I’d get it out and I shall do just that!!!!

(Btw, I know I said no Bruno but I GUESS it wouldn’t hurt to add him in a few times lol)

It was a normal day for the madrigals, doing chores, having fun and just living their ordinary lives.

Julieta however, remains a bit stressed because the madrigals are gonna have a few important guests (not the Guzmans, all my fics of Encanto usually tend to be after the movie timeline) coming over and julieta is stressed and planning how she can finish cooking quiet the meal just in time, she didn’t want to ask anyone for help because she didn’t want to disturb them.

Julieta: “hmm…so I can make the arepas first because they are easy, but I just don’t know about making like 30 arepas, arepas are easy but they just-“ *she was pacing back and forth*

Pepa: “julieta?” *she walked in the kitchen*

Julieta: *she smiled warmly at her sister* hey pepi! How can I help you?

Pepa: oh just heard some noises in here and I spotted you pacing around, you normally do it when you’re stressed so I just wanted to come in here and you know, help! *she smiled but soon it turned into a frown as she spotted a cloud above her head*

Pepa: ¡ay dios mío! Estas nubes nunca me dejarán en paz, como si lo jurara, creen que soy su madre o algo así!

*julieta burst to laughter*

Julieta: woah woah woah! Let’s maybe calm down. *she smiled and batted the cloud away* there we go! *she smiled*

Pepa: *sighs with a soft smile* thanks Juli. *she smiled and hugged her sister, julieta didn’t hesitate to hug back*

*bruno walked in*

Bruno: hey girls! Anyone got some arepas? The rats are hungry heh. *he chuckled nervously and rubbed his head*

Julieta: oh uhm, Bruno I think you’ll just have to give’em cheese, again…sorry Brunito…

Bruno: oh…okay that’s fine! Don’t even stress about it! Although, why? Any reason for they can’t eat arepas? I’m not saying I’m forcing you to make em it eat but I’m just asking out of curiosity and-

Pepa: she gets it Bruno. *she chuckled*

Bruno: oh, yeah okay. *he chuckled* oh uhm, Juli? You okay…?

*julieta was zoned out*

Pepa: julieta? Julieta? Helloooo! Earth to julieta!!!*she waved a hand infront of her face* no go. *she pouted in defeat*

Bruno: *smirked mischievously* unless… *he jumped and quickly gave julieta a quick sneeze to the side, making her yelp and jerk away*

Julieta: *yelps* Bruno! What was that for!?

Bruno: you okay?

Julieta: *sighs* yeah, I guess I’ve just been stressed with the guest coming, I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to make the food ready in time!! I don’t wanna ask anyone to help because I don’t wanna disturb them but it’s too much stress and I really wish I just had more time so I can prepare and-

*pepa and Bruno gave each other glance then smirked mischievously, as julieta was ranting on and on about her issue, she felt Pepa’s arms wrap around her, soon feeling Bruno’s ticklish fingers attack her stomach*

Julieta: what the- ehehahahahha! Eheheh! Hehehey! Stahhap hihit!! *she began squirming*

Pepa: oh no~ you gotta loosen up sis! Come on, some tickles won’t hurt~ get her brunito!

*bruno nodded and lifted her shirt up and began tickling her bare stomach*

Bruno: pepa is right julieta, you know? Maybe tickles is just what you need.

*they smirked and Bruno kept up his relentless tickles, he noticed how high pitched her laughter got. He looked up to see pepa digging her fingers in julieta’s armpits, Bruno shuddered a bit because pepa’s fingers were REALLY good at tickling, the nails just makes it worse*

Julieta: WHAHHAHAH! STAHAHAHP! *she squirmed and thrashed around*

*bruno and pepa had to tackle julieta to the ground and kept up their relentless teases and tickle attack*

Pepa: aww, am I getting a good spot?~

Bruno: never realized how ticklish your belly button is sis!

Pepa: julieta quit moving! I see crumbs from your cooking! *she giggles* let me get them!! (Obviously there were no crumbs)

Bruno: I wonder what happens if I were to *he blew a raspberry on her stomach*

*meanwhile with julieta*

Julieta: *squeal* STAHAHAHP! IHIHIHI CAHAHNT TAHAHEHKEHEH IHIHIT! PLEHAHASEHEHE!

Julieta: GHUHUHYSSS!! PFTAHAHAHAHAH! I- HEHEHEHAHAHA!

*pepa and bruno chuckled at their older sister’s reaction, knowing they are getting her real good, pepa face bruno and said*

Pepa: switch?

Bruno: switch.

*they switched places, now Bruno was getting her armpits and rubs while pepa was attacking her stomach and sides*

Julieta: BRUHUNOHOHO! STAHAHAP! *she yelps and Bruno dug his fingers in her armpits and used his beard to tickle her neck*

Bruno: nom nom nom!

Julieta: PEHEPEAHAH! IHIHI BEHEHEG!

Pepa: hmmm….yeah no. *she smirked and began scribbling her stomach*

At this point, poor julieta had tears in her eyes, they knew enough was enough so they stopped, allowing the lady to breath*

*julieta wasn’t hesitant to curl up into a ball and pant, her face flushed. Bruno and pepa gave each other a high five*

Pepa: you okay juli?

Julieta: *pant* yeah, I’m fine…

*bruno gave her a glass of water and she gladly took it and drank it*

Bruno: sorry if we went a tad far. *he chuckled*

Pepa: yeah, sorry about that.

Julieta: no worries, I actually needed that, what time is it by the way?

Pepa: *looked at the clock* uhm….around 1:24PM.

Julieta: WHAAAAT?!?! The guests will be here at 5!! And I’ve gotta get the empanadas and the-

Bruno: woah woah woah! Holds your rats! We’ll help!

Julieta: oh no, I can’t, it’s too much I- *she felt a hand over her shoulders*

Pepa: hey hey, julieta, we are siblings, triplets! We will always and should be there for each other, please never be afraid to ask us, we will always be able to help you, you are our sister and we love you.

Bruno: yeah! We will always be there to help you, yes we make mistakes but hey! The more memories the more laughter!

*julieta smiles softly and hugged both of them*

Julieta: you guys are truly the best siblings anyone could ask for.

Pepa & Bruno: awww, we love you too julieta.

Pepa: now come on, let’s get these foods done and ready!

Bruno: oh oh! Dibs on making the arepas!

Pepa: no I do!

*the stood up and smirked at each other, julieta stood up and shook her head*

Julieta: here we go….again.

*the triplets managed to get the food ready, just in time before the guests arrived, you bet they pulled an all nighter talking about the chaos today. Julieta truly was grateful and thankful she had Pepa and Bruno as her siblings, she truly couldn’t and wouldn’t ask for more or for different siblings.*

-the end-

#tickle encanto #encanto #encanto tickles #encanto tickle fic #leejulieta #lerpepa #lerbruno #tickleencanto #tickleejulieta #tickleencantotriplets

[applesap-fics]

FABril Day 1 - Crush

G, 2103 words, The triplets crush on Félix.

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The triplets sat on the Ortizes’ wall, facing the big construction site while they did — as Pepa called it — “boywatching”. A few guys their age and up had been asked to lend a helping hand with the construction of the new church. The town was growing exponentionally in both resources and population and the little chapel that had been hastily built when the Encanto first formed hadn’t sufficed for years.

Naturally, Bruno was looking at boys along with Pepa and Juli, because why wouldn’t he? 

The triplets were fourteen and busy as anything with their miracles. They were old enough that Mamá didn’t always have to manage them together anymore. Julieta had been standing with the other merchants at the plaza to give away her little care packages, and Pepa and Bruno joined her on their breaks. Pepa never had much to do this time of the season except be sunny, and Bruno was glad to be away from Ma and her worried hovering for a little while.

(Though he appreciated that she still sat in on the visions. They had been getting weirder and worse and she worried about them, so that’s why it didn’t make Bruno feel too guilty for indulging in her affection a little bit longer. Still, a guy had to have his private moments away from his mami. Albeit with his sisters.)

“Ugh, he doesn’t even know I exist!” Julieta exploded, burying her face into her hands. 

Félix had just walked past them, grinning and calling out a casual “hey, Bruno, ladies.” The air around them instantly heated up as Pepa stared with half-lidded eyes, cocking her head ponderously.

It was unanimous to anyone with eyes that Félix was a dreamboat, even if Pepa always feigned disinterest by complaining about how annoying he was. (In later years, this would only inflame her fixation on him.) He was two years older than them and way out of their league. He had stocky arms and a smile that could fight Pepa’s sunrays for attention, and as he carried a wheelbarrow packed with sandbags past them they could clearly see his muscles bulge from the effort. 

It took Bruno a belayed second to wiggle his fingers back at him, and then he realized he could totally have hammed it up and pulled out one of his Don Juan-type characters to charm him--

No, too much. Too much, Bruno. That’ll never work.

“What are you talking about?” he said to Julieta, dopey smile still on his face as he watched Félix go.

“Of course he knows who you are!” Pepa added. “Duh, we’re the Madrigals.” She gestured over the three of them because it was obvious. They were the bearers of the miracle. And although Félix rarely got into accidents, he wasn’t exactly a stranger to Julieta’s magic. 

Julieta stared abashedly in front of her. “I know that, but- ugh!” She threw her head down between her knees.

It was a bit surprising that she had such strong feelings for him. Bruno suspected she was just playing along, that she wasn’t really into Félix like he and Pepa were. That she just wanted to hang out with her siblings. He didn’t mind the dramatics, though. 

Bruno kicked his feet. “Well, if he doesn’t know who you are it’ll leave more chance for us.”

“Oh, I’m not interested.” Pepa flicked her long frizzy hair over her shoulder. “I’m going to ask José out.”

“Which one?”

“Martinez.”

“Wow, that’s a familiar last name. I wonder who you’re trying to make jealous with that.”

She pouted. A little cloud floated over her head for a moment, but it cleared up when her expression did, suddenly struck by a fantasy. “I could have them fight over me.” She clutched her chest. “Oh, wouldn’t that be the talk of the town?”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Bruno chimed in. “A battle of life and death between cousins. José wins your hand, which leaves Félix wounded and in the care of your handsome brother who’s always been more understanding of him and knows what he deserves and gives him twice the attention you would.”

Julieta piped up, “If anyone is going to nurse him back to health, it’s me!”

“Oh, right!” That was a good fantasy too. “Yes…Yes! And that’s the moment he truly notices you! I’m standing in the doorway — I see the two of you right as I’m about to confess my feelings to him, but I realize he’s not in love with me. He’s in love with you. So I nobly walk away and let you guys follow your hearts instead.” 

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But in reality there was no jealousy. There was no battle. There was no kneeling next to a sickbed as either Julieta or Bruno dabbed blood or sweat away from Félix’s forehead and, in this intimacy, dared to kiss his lips with surprise bravery. 

A boy arrived in the Encanto like a mirage. The first people who spotted him and his parents had to squint to make sure they didn’t recognize them since everybody knew everybody in an isolated town like theirs, but when it was established that they really must be strangers, they were quickly taken in. 

They were refugees like anyone else, but unfamiliar as the trio was, the town didn’t quite trust them yet. Agustín, for example, hadn’t been invited to help out on the cathedral with the other boys until it was well near finished, and when the triplets’ quince came around, Mamá did not allow him to dance with Julieta, who’d asked Bruno — who had become fast friends with Agustín — to invite him as her chaperone. Mamá didn’t like, or rather, didn’t trust, how comically clumsy he was, the exact reason Julieta had become so well acquainted with him (and as a result completely lost eyes for Félix).

Agustín was also tall, slender and friendly, and Bruno wondered why he again liked the same boy his sister liked. It wasn’t like he’d even lost Félix out of his periphery yet. 

Wasn’t that greedy of him? That he’d like to maybe reach around their shoulders and hold hands with both boys too. Félix, Pepa, him in the middle, Julieta, Agustín. 

“Eh, stupid. Fantasies,” he’d dismiss himself, never quite shaking off that happy ending.

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Félix danced with Pepa on their quinceañera and that was it for them. 

Bruno stood next to Mamá, clutching her black mourning shroud as green overtook his vision and his body went rigid with alarm. Seeing the slender arms of an older Pepa around Félix’s broad waist, moving him however she wanted because he yielded so easily for her; seeing Félix pull up a wide umbrella big enough to shield both of them from Pepa’s stormy cloud as she cried against his shoulder; seeing them kiss. 

Mamá quickly and effortlessly disappeared him from the crowd of attendants before anyone could notice his impromptu vision. Sand stirred precariously around his feet, his eyes wide and frightening. 

“Querido, sit down.” She placed him on the single chair at the food-bedecked table of the dining room, chairs placed elsewhere in Casita for the party. The music was dampened just enough to put the two of them in a little bubble. Mamá’s hand cupped his cheek. “Are you alright?”

The vision had gone. Bruno slumped, hands hanging between his knees, and he nodded. 

“What was it? Your expression- ay, Bruno, why now?” She said this last part more to herself than him, knuckle to her lip as she thought of its significance, or importance thereof, with a deep frown. 

“No, it was a good one, Mami,” he stopped her from worrying. He noticed he was still clutching her shroud like a lifeline and let go. 

“Are you sure?” Her voice was sharp.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you about it yet, but you’ll like it. It’s not going to happen for a while.”

Relief washed over her in a full-body shudder. “Oh… Thank you, Brunito.”

“Go back to them, okay?” He waved at the party-goers. “I’m alright. Knock on wood.” He rapped his knuckles three times against the table.

“Gracias a dios, I will.” She knocked as well, then took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. “Eat something, alright, mijo? Then come back. We’ll talk about your vision tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

She adjusted her shroud and rejoined the party, hands jubilantly up in the air as she cheered for her daughters. Like the upsetting diversion had never happened.

When she was out of sight, Bruno slid off the table, pushing his wrists against his stinging eyes, keeping the tears at bay. 

He wasn’t crying. He could never betray Pepa by being jealous of her. If he wanted Félix to come into the dining room, find him in a mess, and caress his tears away with soft sturdy words like he one day would for Pepa, that was just a separate feeling.

It wasn’t until Julieta descended from the courtyard — frantically looking around for her brother whom she knew wasn’t comfortable at big parties, especially when he had nothing to perform, a role to play, and who’d gotten more and more prone to strange meltdowns — that Bruno realized Casita had gently moved him to a more secluded space. Julieta found him tucked behind a flower pot between the corner and a cabinet, protected from stray guests spotting him. Casita moved the pot out of the way for Julieta, who squeezed herself in next to Bruno and asked what was the matter. 

Her brows were furrowed and he could tell she was trying to temper her anger that she had to take a break from her own party to comfort him. But she still looked for him. 

He laid his head on her shoulder.

“I’m always just going to have you,” he said softly, still kind of hoping it’d be Félix coming to get him. Or even his friend Agustín (who’d been invited, just not to act out the traditions).

“Obviously I’m missing something here or else you wouldn’t say something as mean as that,” Julieta said a tad offended, squeezing his shoulders. The annoyance she had so far kept in check came out sharp.

He slapped his face with his hands. “I always say it wrong…”

“Bruno, just calm down, okay? What happened?” She breathed in through her nose, calming herself. “Did you have a vision?”

She sounded like their mother, but unlike with Mamá he could actually share his feelings with his sister.

“Yeah,” he said. “Félix isn’t going to like me back.”

“Oh…”

He rubbed his eyes, then balled his fists around his knees. “I’m so stupid. Nobody in the Encanto is like me, I know that. I’m just weirdo freak Bruno. But I never even tried with him, you know? And now I’ve ruined it. I’m such a coward.”

“You’re not a coward, Bruno.” She bit her lip and frowned. “And you’re not a freak. You can try with other boys, maybe.”

Bruno thought of Agustín and the way Julieta sometimes looked at him, and decided he really couldn’t. “...I don’t want to make it awkward.”

“But you won’t know until you try-” The two triplets considered that for a second. “Sorry. You could know, of course.”

What was the point of trying if Bruno could toss his sand and burn incense like Mamá showed him and see for himself what he wasn’t brave enough to do? Julieta had a point, but he just wasn’t like that. He wanted to be certain first. 

“No, don’t be. I’m just…being difficult again.”

She had no reply to that. “Bruno, can I be honest?”

“Yes. Always.”

“I don’t know how to help you with this.”

“That’s okay,” he said lightly. As if she could pull out clear-cut advice for every situation hidden in her pockets. That’d be the real miracle.

“And…And I really just wanna go back to the party.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“With you.”

The thing about having feelings at the age of fourteen is that, in most cases, those feelings will pass when they aren’t nurtured. On Julieta’s signal — a slight nod towards him and Pepa as they rejoined the dance court — Bruno was reminded of their plan and pulled out his firecrackers, disrupting the careful traditional dancing of their friends and their dance partners until everyone, guests and hosts, was roped into la hora loca craziness. He hugged Félix, he hopped in circles with Agustín. Bruno cried out and danced with his sisters and even goaded Mamá into a wild dance as he shook every bad feeling about the prophecy away.

Because all it should’ve been was exciting.

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: “Hm, really? I would have guessed her dedication, or loyalty,” Tío Bruno lifted his nearly empty wine glass to gesture with it, “I-I mean Isabela is of course very beautiful, but so is saaaaaaay, Dolores.”

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8. Time for Dinner

Slowly they started making their way towards Tío Bruno’s door, Tía Leandra taking Octavia under her arm and muttering, “Come on, let’s see if we can get all this sand off of you.”

Meanwhile, Tío Bruno gently took the vision from Mirabel’s hands and tucked it behind a rock, behind his sand curtain. Then he fell into step beside her.

“So, I uh I guess this means you’ve already s-started trying to fix the cracks?” he asked, eyes darting to her face then flicking back to his wife and daughter’s backs.

“Sí,” Mirabel nodded, “I figured out, or at least I think, they happen whenever somebody in our family is hurting, and they seem to fade when that person feels loved.”

Tío Bruno nodded, “That’s a good hypothesis. It would make a lot of sense.”

“But-,” Mirabel cut off when Bruno made a “hold-on” gesture then scurried to the front of the pack to hold his sand curtain open for them. When she went through the curtain he rejoined her and made a gesture for her to continue, “but that means somebody in our family is in more pain than-. I mean, I know our family has its problems, nobody’s perfect, but we’re not… that bad, right?”

Tío Bruno sighed, and took a few seconds to think about his answer, “If you’re right, it doesn’t have to be anything extreme. It- these things, they build up over time. I, when I first got married, I was a little worried Leandra would someday decide being married to the town boogie man was too much trouble, y’know? And it didn’t matter how often she told me she loves me, because it was the future I worried about.”

“But you can see the future, couldn’t you just… check?”

“I could, and I did, but it didn’t help. Not for long. I had the same vision of us growing old together, Ay dios, about fifty times. I would smash them up and sell them so she wouldn’t realize how often I was checking that she would still love me,” he chuckled nervously, “I uh, I thought I managing. That I could just keep uh doing what I was doing.”

“You mean checking the future?”

Tío Bruno cringed, “That too. I was constantly bringing her gifts, any time I caught her doing one chore or another I would insist on doing it for her, I had even started-, um, well, you get the idea. I was trying to earn love I already had, and it showed. Not to mention, that time she cut herself doing dishes and I almost had a panic attack. So, uh yeah, it was-, I should have known I needed-. It was not great.”

Tía Leandra looked over her shoulder at them as she guided Octavia into her room, “Let them know we’ll be right down.”

“Claro,” Tío Bruno held up his thumb, he watched her disappear into their daughter’s room sighing, “she kept trying to tell me how much she loved me, I-I thought she was just being sweet, b-but she was trying to reassure me. It didn’t work though. The longer we were married, the more used to having a wife I became? The scarier it was to think about losing her.”

“So, what happened?”

“One day, we woke up and got out of bed, tried to leave our room to go down to breakfast only to find ourselves stuck in a labyrinth of caves.”

“Really?”

“Sí, our room it-, there used to only be two caves. The one we slept in and my vision cave. Now, there was suddenly this whole elaborate tunnel system that,” Tío Bruno paused, shaking his head, “if we split up, boom! Exit. Then when I tried-, when she joined me-,” he stuck his hand out, thumb down and blew a raspberry, “-no exit. I could leave, but she was trapped.”

Mirabel gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.

Tío Bruno shrugged, “The miracle, Casita, the Encanto, whatever, i-it responds to our emotional states, and I was afraid of losing her, soo… my room trapped her in. We fixed it, obviously, but the point is, it started out as a small problem. Just my normal anxiety, you know? Then over the span of a few years it became this huge, literal, maze that kept her prisoner. Little problems, plus time, equals big problems.”

“How did you fix it?”

Tío Bruno blushed, glancing shiftily away from her, “We uh, a combination of things. We found outlets for me to express my fears, and stuff like that. Honestly, just talking about it with her was enough for my room to stop-, to get her out.”

“So, if we can find out what little problem has become a big problem, and get the person to talk about it-?”

“It will still take time, and hard work,” Tío Bruno nodded, then he turned one of his hearth fire smiles her way, “but you have never struggled with patience, or hard work, have you? You really are exactly what this family needs right now.”

Mirabel couldn’t help but smile back at him, he always managed to make her feel ten feet tall. For a second she just let herself feel all warm and happy, then she focused on the matter at hand. Even walking as slow as they were, they were almost to the dining room, and she still had one more pressing question.

“If-, why didn’t you tell me about the cracks? I mean, it’s sorta my job to fix these things, right? That’s why the miracle, you know, didn’t give me a gift,” Mirabel asked.

Tío Bruno flinched, which wasn’t the response Mirabel had been expecting, then whispered, “We didn’t want you to have to-. We wanted you to have the chance to just… be Mirabel. You-, we wanted to protect you from, from, y’know.”

Mirabel wrinkled her brow, and started to tell him thatno, she didn’t know, but he cut her off with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Mirabel, listen, we need to talk about this, in detail. There’s something I need to tell you, b-but well, dinner,” he gestured at the dining room door with his head, “a-and then Isabela and Dolores. So, um, tomorrow after breakfast? I guess.”

He didn’t look pleased with having to wait until tomorrow to have this conversation, honestly, Mirabel wasn’t feeling too great about it either. But just then Isabela walked by with Abuela, Señora Guzman, and Mariano; she flashed them a tense look, her eyes wild but her smile polite.

Mirabel did her best to smile back as if everything was normal and she wasn’t at all privy to a plan to sabotage this proposal for Isabela’s own good. Beside her Tío Bruno waved, chuckling nervously, also trying to look casual.

Judging by the questioning look Abuela shot them, it didn’t work.

When they were past, into the dining room, Mirabel turned back to Tío Bruno, “Right, important conversation manaña. Saving Isabela from herself ahora.”

Tío Bruno nodded, his usually soft eyes briefly hardening with determination. He stood a little straighter, and his chin set. Then he took a deep breath, relaxed back into his usual slumped posture, and scurried into the dining room.

Following his lead, Mirabel also took a deep breath to steel herself, then wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt. She relaxed her face and shoulders before finally walking into the dining room.

Tío Bruno was finishing up whispering something to her Má, who glanced at Mirabel and gave her a warm, but tight smile. As Bruno walked over to take his seat between Amada and Tía Leandra’s place setting, her Má gently took her Pá’s hand and whispered something to him. His eyebrows practically hit the ceiling, and his eyes flashed her way, then he nodded, very briefly looking grim.

Then Mariano stepped forward to shake his hand, and her Pá settled back into his usual friendly self.

Mirabel glanced at Tío Bruno, but he was eyeing Dolores’ empty seat. Without any answers forthcoming from his side, she took her seat next to Isabela.

“It’s not too late, Isa,” Mirabel whispered, “you know we’ll love you no matter what you do.”

Isabela stiffened, then her hand drifted to where Mirabel’s rested in her lap, she squeezed her hand and whispered, “I’m not doing this for approval, I’m doing this for our future.”

“Between Octavia, Amada and Luisa, I’m pretty sure our futures are fine,” Mirabel pointed out.

Isabela glanced at her, then at Amada and Luisa, for a second Mirabel thought she might have gotten through to her. Then Isabela sighed and subtly shook her head, she gave Mirabel’s hand one more squeeze, then let her go. With her hands folded primly in her lap, Isabela turned and sweetly asked Señora Guzman how her daughter in law, Mariano’s mom, had been doing ever since she started the new exercise regimen the town doctor had recommended to help her back.

“Oh, a little better,” Señora Guzman smiled a little wistfully, “she still can’t get farther than the bakery. We’re actually thinking we may try a wheelchair, just so she can have a little more freedom.”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.”

“Well, we certainly hope so.”

Tía Leandra entered with a much less sandy Octavia, who was now wearing one of her prettier dresses. Leandra flashed a raised eyebrow at Isabela, causing her to tense up. Then Isabela took a deep breath and refocused on her conversation with Señora Guzman.

Octavia waved cheerfully at Mirabel then trotted over to the “kids table” . It wasn’t much of a kids table, since it only held Antonio, Antonio’s new jaguar friend, and Octavia, who was almost a teenager. However, they had needed to open up two spots for Mariano and Señora Guzman so sending the youngest two members of the family to their own table had seemed the easiest solution.

Mirabel was moderately sure the jaguar hadn’t been a part of Abuela’s plans for the evening, but there was no excluding the jaguar now. Somebody had helped Antonio make his new friend a personalized bowl, with the jaguar’s name on it and some spots. Apparently, they would be calling the jungle cat Parce.

Tía Leandra sat next to Tío Bruno and there was a quiet exchange of information. Tía Leandra’s eyes nervously shot towards Abuela, but she nodded.

Gabriel sat down on Amada’s other side, across from Camilo, who kept shooting confused glances at Dolores’ empty chair beside him. On the other side of Dolores’ spot, Tío Félix was quietly chatting with Tía Pepa, meanwhile her parent’s chairs sat empty as her Má and Pá talked to Mariano. He said something and they both chuckled politely, then her Pá said something and Mariano laughed wholeheartedly.

Luisa sat at the end of the table, contemplatively staring down at her plate. She seemed oblivious to Gabriel and Camilo’s conversation, as they discussed how to solve some problem the school kids were having involving their playground being on a hill.

Dolores walked in, and Mariano glanced at her, something passing over his features before he looked guiltily away. Once his eyes were once again trained on Julieta, Dolores looked at him, studied him, then looked sadly down at her feet. She shuffled to her chair and sat down in it, giving Camilo and her father a greeting that was even more muted than usual.

Mirabel looked from Dolores, to Mariano, and back again. Slowly, dots started connecting themselves.

Mariano and Dolores used to play together after school when they were kids, that had tapered off as they had grown, but they could usually be found chatting away whenever they attended the same party. That was how Isabela had gotten close to Mariano in the first place, because her and Dolores tended to rove parties arm in arm. So if you stopped to chat with Isabela, you also ended up talking to Dolores, and vice versa.

It was Dolores that Mariano had sought out, and Dolores was the one who had sought Mariano’s company in return.

Tío Bruno had said there was a very easy solution if Isabela and Dolores would just be honest with eachother. And if Dolores happened to be in love with Mariano, Isabela would call off the engagement faster than you could say “loyalty”. If Mariano was in love with Dolores, then the Madrigal family would still be connected to the eldest son in the Guzman family, leaving Isabela free to fall in love with whoever she wanted.

Mirabel grabbed Isabela’s hand under the table, getting her sister’s attention, she opened her mouth to share what she’d just realized only to get cut off when Abuela clapped her hands.

“Ah, good, we’re all here, come sit, let’s get started before the food gets cold,” Abuela called, walking to her place at the head of the table. Mariano pulled her chair out for her, and Abuela loudly proclaimed what a gentleman he was while Pá pushed Julieta’s chair in for her.

Isabela pulled her hand from Mirabel’s and reached for the empanadas, “You said these were your favorite, sí Señora?”

“Why yes, how sweet of you to remember,” Señora Guzman gushed. Mariano sat down between her and Isabela and helped pass the empanadas.

Mirabel served herself, but she kept trying to catch Isabela’s eye. She needed to know how Dolores and Mariano felt, or she would be not just robbing herself of the chance to marry somebody she loved, but Dolores as well.

Isabela, oblivious to the new pressing information Mirabel had for her, ignored her little sister and focused on Abuela and the Guzmans.

Dinner began, and other than a few whispers, everybody allowed the young couple and less young matriarchs to dominate the conversation. Mirabel didn’t bother paying attention to what was said, until Tío Bruno cleared his throat, and asked, “So, Mariano, what made you decide you wanted to marry Isabela?”

Dolores looked up at Tío Bruno, looking just a little betrayed, while everybody else turned to look at Mariano, clearly expecting a romantic answer.

“Oh, uh,” he glanced nervously at his grandmother, “because she is the most graceful flower in Encanto’s garden.”

Abuela aw’d at that but Tío Bruno pressed, “R-right, right, but I mean, do you guys share the same taste in poetry? Or enjoy the same sort of stuff in your down time? What was the thing that made you look at our Isabela and go ‘yep, th-that’s the person for me’?”

Tío Bruno received a few odd looks for pressing, but for the most part, everyone continued to look expectantly at Mariano. He gulped, but kept his smile easy and charming.

“Her beauty,” he said, and Mirabel only noticed the slightest flinch pass over his face because she was watching for it.

“Hm, really? I would have guessed her dedication, or loyalty,” Tío Bruno lifted his nearly empty wine glass to gesture with it, “I-I mean Isabela is of course very beautiful, but so is saaaaaaay, Dolores.”

Isabela, who had been frowning at Bruno, turned to look at Dolores, while Dolores glared at Tío Bruno. Mariano also looked at Dolores, and there was a flash of genuine warmth across his face, before he once again replaced it with a perfect pearly white grin. However, when he opened his mouth to say something, his brain seemed to stall as no words came out.

“You guys discuss how many kids you want yet?” Tío Bruno asked next, and Isabela’s hair sprouted several tiny flowers.

“Bruno,” Abuela said, voice cheerful overtop the irritation it carried, “perhaps we should save these questions for after the proposal.”

Tío Bruno finished his wine, eyeing Mariano as he did, then quietly said, “Perhaps.”

If this cryptic response bothered Abuela, she covered it well. Without so much as another glance at Bruno, she turned and picked the conversation with Señora Guzman back up.

Mirabel gently bumped Isabela’s side, this time, Isabela looked down at her. Unfortunately, Mirabel didn’t hold her attention for long, because Señora Guzman called upon her to answer some questions.

“What do you think mija? A spring wedding? Or perhaps you’d like to be married as soon as possible,” Señora Guzman suggested with a cheeky grin.

“Oh um, a spring wedding sounds perfect,” Isabela responded, “I don’t mind waiting for the perfect moment.”

“Why’s that?” Amada asked, sounding honestly curious, despite the fact that she already knew the answer.

“Well, you only get one wedding, you may as well take the time to do it right,” Isabela didn’t skip a beat, Mirabel would have been impressed, if she hadn’t also been so frustrated.

“What about you, Mariano?” Tía Leandra gave him her most motherly grin, “I’m pretty sure I remember Dolores mentioning how much you love autumn.”

“Oh, you remembered?,” Mariano asked Dolores, eyes getting a bit soft before he glanced at his abuela and cleared his throat, “But Isabela is right, waiting is worth it to do it right.”

“Really?! Leandra and I were married almost as soon as we were engaged,” Bruno said, “I would have rather eaten my eyeballs than wait one second longer than I had to, to marry her.”

Abuela cleared her throat.

“I doubt our guests would have appreciated being served eyes at the reception, darling,” Tía Leandra said, with a crooked smile. 

Señora Guzman chuckled despite the awkward mood, “Having been one of those guests, I agree wholeheartedly.”

“Speaking of food, what would you like to eat on your wedding day?” Leandra asked, “We’ll have to get the menu figured out quickly so we can start coordinating the catering.”

Mariano and Isabela exchanged a glance, then as one turned to their abuelas.

“What would you advise,” Isabela asked them.

“Oh, it’s really up to you two,” Señora Guzman said, and Abuela nodded her agreement, “it’s your big day, after all.”

“Oh,” Isabela said.

“Uh,” Mariano said.

They looked at eachother. Then at the same time, they both said, “Whatever you want is fine.”

There was an awkward pause, then Mariano said “Tocino” at the same time Isabela said “Pollo”. Then Isabela rushed to say “Tocino” while Mariano blurted out “Pollo”.

There was another awkward pause.

“What about you Dolores?” Amada asked, “You’ll probably be the next one to get married, what would you serve?”

Before Dolores could answer, Mariano quietly, despondently, said, “Oh.”

Everybody looked at him, Julieta raising an eyebrow.

“I just, I am surprised to hear that,” Mariano rushed to say, sitting up tensely, and making a somewhat lacking attempt to put his charming grin back in place, “I hadn’t realized you had your eye on someone.”

“I um,” Dolores avoided his eyes, “I did, but he-. I am looking for somebody.”

“Ah, well, I,” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I am sure you will find somebody just as sweet and witty as you are.”

Dolores finally looked up at him and they held eye contact for just a little too long before looking hurriedly away.

Mirabel glanced around the table and saw a lot of eyes darting back and forth between Dolores and Mariano. The tension between them was clear.

While everybody was focused on either Dolores, or Mariano, a little bit of dust rained down onto the table in front of her. Mirabel wrinkled her brow, slowly looking up. 

She gulped.

The ceiling was riddled with cracks, one set spiraling out from where Dolores sat, the other from above Isabela. And they were still spreading. 

She looked over at Tío Bruno and tried to catch his eye, but he was making intense eye contact with Pepa.

He must have communicated something, because Tía Pepa broke the silence, “So! Isabela! H-how about you tell us what you like about Mariano?”

“Hm?” Isabela tore her eyes away from Dolores, then said, “Oh, right, sí. I really like his smile.”

“His smile?” Julieta asked, eyes slowly leaving Tío Bruno’s to examine Isabela.

“Sí,” Isabela said, nodding once.

Mirabel glanced up just in time to watch a little bit of ceiling fall onto the china cabinet. She tried to get Tía Leandra’s attention this time, but she was currently staring at Agustín.

Agustín looked between his childhood friend and his wife, then looked at his eldest daughter.

“What else do you two like about eachother?” he asked, looking in between them.

They shared a somewhat panicked glance, just beyond them Señora Guzman and Abuela were also studying the young couple. And just beyond the two abuelas, a crack started crawling down the wall.

Mirabel managed to get Amada’s attention and pointed up, but when Amada looked up her eyes flashed gold, then she shook her head at Mirabel.

It was all Mirabel could do not to scream “Why not?!” at her, because surely nothing good could come of the ceiling collapsing on top of them. She turned from Amada to Camilo, feeling desperate, but Camilo was too absorbed in the drama unfolding before him to notice her efforts to get his attention. He looked like this was the most interesting thing he’d seen all year.

Meanwhile, Isabela and Mariano were dithering and blathering their way through semi-coherent answers. Somewhat ironically, they kept looking to the other for help, and jumping in to deliver said help.

“A-and I like the way she uh, always uh,” Mariano looked at Isabela.

“Chew on the left side of my mouth?” she blurted, then cringed.

Unfortunately for both of them, he ran with it, “Sí! Sí, love that. I-I am very pro left side of the mouth.”

“Really?” Camilo said, voice dry, “I’ve always been pro right side of the mouth myself.”

Mirabel was pretty sure he was not trying to help.

“Camilo, he’s our guest,” Félix hissed, the corners of his mouth twitching towards a grin, “if he says he prefers chewing on the left side of the mouth, we chew on the left side of our mouths. Be welcoming.”

“I chew with my whole mouth,” Octavia reported from the kids’ table.

Father and son did their best not to giggle too obviously. Abuela gave them a withering glare that neither noticed in their attempts to disguise their amusement.

The wall behind their heads started to crack. Tío Bruno noticed and gasped, unfortunately he was mid sip of water at that moment, and burst into a coughing fit. Tía Leandra rubbed his back in an effort to sooth him. She glanced up, saw the cracks and started rubbing his back very quickly. Her freckles stood out in sharp relief as the blood drained from her face.

“I’m absolutely crazy about his, his…,” Isabela looked to Mariano, he subtly shook his head, shrugging.

“My birthmark?” he squeaked out, hitting an impressively high octave for his voice.

“I am crazy about his birthmark,” Isabela repeated, triumphantly.

“She’s seen your birthmark,” Señora Guzman gasped, putting a hand to her chest.

Mariano drained his glass of wine, then admitted, “No.”

“Good,” Señora Guzman sighed in apparent relief.

“Where’s your birthmark?” Amada asked. Beside her, Tío Bruno had stopped coughing and was whispering frantically with Tía Leandra.

“Um, next to my-. It’s on m-my hip,” he answered, sheepishly.

Camilo broke out laughing.

A chunk of ceiling landed in the middle of the table.

Camilo stopped laughing.

Slowly, everybody looked up. 

Mirabel grimaced and made panicked eye contact with Tío Bruno, then his eyes darted past her shoulder. She turned her head. Abuela wasn’t looking up, gaping at the cracks in the ceiling, she was still staring at the chunk that had fallen onto the table. Her face was two shades paler than normal, and there was a horror in her eyes that bordered on hysteric.

Abuela closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then looked up and saw the cracks.

Just in time for the walls to practically explode. Cracks formed faster than Mirabel’s eyes could follow, a fair amount of the plaster fell off, leaving the insulation bare. The ceiling would have caved in, but Gabriel stood and stretched his hands out, forming the candle light into a shield to hold the ceiling up.

“Everybody out,” Tío Félix shouted. He dove for Antonio, but Camilo got there first, turning into one of the larger men in the village so he could scoop Antonio up with one arm, and haul Octavia to her feet with the other.

Tía Leandra propelled Mirabel towards the door, while Luisa practically vaulted the entire table to scoop Abuela and Señora Guzman up, chairs and all. By the time Mirabel reached it, Tío Bruno was waiting in the doorway, Amada under his arm, and Pepa next to him. His eyes were trained on Gabriel, his brow crinkled in concern and jaw clenched. Her Má and Pá ran to Isabela and got her to her feet, pushing her until she snapped out of her shocked daze and got herself to safety.

Mirabel looked around for Dolores and found her standing on the other side of the dining room, in the now open door to the back courtyard. Wrapped around her, asking if she was ok, was Mariano.

#Mirabel Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Encanto #Encanto AU

[thegirlking]

Continuing a bit from the previous post I made about Bruno, which was more about discussing the storyline in context of my own experience and similar real life situations. But I didn’t really discuss the actual writing of the movie and the general portrayal of such storylines in media, so I felt like sharing some more thoughts - getting a bit more critical here but again, no character bashing, don’t worry.

Storylines about cutting ties with your family are difficult to get right - in a family-oriented media, it can contradict the message and usually has to be toned down.

As I talked about in my first post, the topic is very sensitive and there is still a lot of stigma and shame attached to it - though people are starting to discuss it a lot more and it’s not difficult to find supportive people (at least in online spaces) who might share your experience and show you empathy.

That being said, media still struggles a bit with portraying things like that. It’s especially tricky for movies like Encanto, created by a company known for its “traditional family values” (and you know I don’t mean this in a good way - this has always been an argument against diverse and inclusive storytelling in animated movies, even if Disney is becoming a little bit more inclusive lately). Anyway, back on topic, the themes and message of Encanto are very much that a family can heal and mend their relationships - of course, this is a good message. (A more personal note: I might find it a little too idealistic and delivered in a rushed manner, but it’s a good and positive message after all, and if people can find hope it it, that’s great! I’m not a cynic, just because my own personal situation cannot be resolved positively, doesn’t mean I want all stories on this topic to be devoid of positivity.)

However, showing someone leaving and cutting ties with their family is not completely in tune with this kind of message - after all, this is usually the final step, a pretty extreme measure you take when the situation is really beyond repair. And let’s be honest, it real life, there’s usually no going back once you’ve done something like this.

And I think that might be why the movie kind of beats around the bush when it comes to Bruno’s whole situation and why the framing of it feels a bit inconsistent and not entirely honest at times - because even though he’s supposed to be a likeable and sympathetic character, he did make an extremely controversial decision that goes against the movie’s (and Disney’s) family values.

So the only way to make this kind of plot point work with the intended message was the following: 1) Giving Bruno a “selfless motive“ for leaving rather than doing it for his own well-being; 2) Making it clear he didn’t actually want to leave and that he loves and wants to be with his family.

I’m not saying there is something inherently wrong with this writing. It’s just that it almost feels like (just my opinion anyway, nobody has to agree) this is the only way his decision to leave can be seen as “forgivable” - if he had done it purely for selfish reasons (”selfish reasons” being removing himself from a toxic environment for the sake of his own well-being), then I do wonder if his character would have been portrayed as similarly sympathetic. 

How this all leads to unaddressed trauma

But here's my actual issue - the writing not being completely honest about Bruno's decision to leave, the writing being apparently scared of its own implications...results in problematic handling of Bruno's trauma and character resolution.

His actual trauma is barely addressed properly or taken seriously - the negative (to put it mildly) attitude to his gift, his toxic situation in the family and the ten years he spent in isolation - none of which is treated with enough importance, in my opinion. The large focus seems to be on how much he loves his family and the fact he can’t be with them anymore - this seems to be only thing the movie actually wants you to feel sorry about (see how the whole plate scene is portrayed as a tear-jerker vs how everything else about his situation is downplayed and even reduced to a joke). The fact Bruno can’t be with his beloved family is undoubtedly sad, but it’s not the source of his trauma - it’s a result of it and it’s just weird to dismiss the reasons for it. But it's apparently necessary to ignore and downplay the reasons purely because they lead back to the very uncomfortable topic of leaving a toxic family? That's how it seems.

The closest the movie comes to addressing his trauma and acknowledging the real reason he left is in Mirabel’s confrontation with Alma before the house collapsed - Mirabel (bless her!) does call out Alma for driving Bruno out of the family by always seeing the worst in him. But as great as this moment is, the movie doesn’t quite build on it.

Not when Bruno’s actual reunion with his family mostly consists of him being the one apologizing and trying to make amends. And because this seems to be a bit of a controversial topic - I do think it's fine for him to apologize. I do think that Pepa and Julieta deserve the apologies, it's not an issue that he apologized to them. At the same time, I’m also a bit iffy about how one-sided the whole thing is and that this is the sole focus of the reunion - it’s not even about people apologizing to him (verbal apologies are not everything) as much as I’d have preferred the focus to be on everyone learning his side of the story and finally understanding him, while recognizing they might have been unfair to him and hurt him even if they didn’t mean to. 

You can make the argument that there was simply no time for this, because it’s not his story after all, but I do think the way those reunions play out more or less comes down to my point - that the movie largely ignores his trauma and focuses just on his love for his family and inability to be with them. So of course, just the fact he’s accepted back into the family should be seen as enough to provide him a satisfactory conclusion and a happy ending, while everything else can be presumably dealt with off screen. 

Again, I don’t even necessarily think this is inherently bad writing and I know I shouldn’t expect too much from a Disney movie when it comes to handling a topic like this. The fact this character is generally portrayed in a positive light and not outright condemned by the narrative is already something. But I can’t help but feel that the writers accidentally wrote a subplot that was a bit more than the movie could handle and perhaps not entirely suited for the overall story they were trying to tell - it was always doomed to be handled in an awkward and not entirely satisfactory manner.

Ultimately, I think stories like Encanto are very important for children’s media - which is notorious for putting biological family on a pedestal to a harmful degree. I do think the movie did an okay job somewhat deconstructing this by showing how flawed families can be (without being flat out abusive or malicious) due to generational trauma. And yet, you could still feel the movie is afraid to be perfectly honest about its topics and has to downplay and sugarcoat certain things for the sake of achieving the desired happy ending. Somebody leaving their family is most certainly one of those uncomfortable topics that simply can’t be resolved as easily and neatly as the movie tries to, that’s why it has to bend it into fitting its message instead of dealing with it properly and resolving it in a way that actually strengthens the message. 

#bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto meta #encanto thoughts #encanto critical #kind of (to be safe) #long post #my meta #again a lot of my thoughts come from my personal experience and trauma #I know I might be projecting some things #and I don't expect people to agree with everything

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: June 2023

Summer months here we go! Just wrapped up my time with Zelda so I foresee more reading and tv in my future again. In the meantime, here’s how I spent June!

……….FILM……….

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) Saw it twice and the first time was very nearly too much to take in. The second viewing was far less overwhelming and still a joy. While it didn’t feel like a complete story following Miles, at least there’s some satisfying conclusion with Gwen. I’m glad part 2 comes out in less than a year. 

Ali Wong: Baby Cobra (2016) Maybe I wasn’t in the right mood or maybe going with one of her older specials wasn’t the right call but I wasn’t really feeling it. I can see hints of overlapping themes that pop up in BEEF (which I loved and why I wanted to watch one of her specials) but that was more interesting than it was funny. Still gonna check out her other specials.

Goldeneye (1995) I have more memories playing the game than watching the movie but still a big fan of this flick. Really great characters and locales and I forgot just how comedic it is. So many one-liners! Always feels a little long at the end but worth it to see Boris’ death scene.

Encanto (2021) Late to seeing this and really great! Beautiful and personal and peak musical songs where characters basically ONLY share their personality through song.

……….TELEVISION……….

Ted Lasso (Episode 3.11 to 3.12) I was really dragging my feet about finishing the series as I found season 3 wasn’t as consistently enjoyable to watch. But those last two eps really stuck the landing. Some beats were expected, some were welcome surprises, and there were so many callbacks that were naturally woven in that I was really impressed. Some of the best from the season (and on par with the rest of the series) and I’m really glad I finished it.

……….YOUTUBE……….

Do "gun buybacks" work? by Vox A really succinct breakdown of how the US can do better, and an honest look at why this needs to be a part of a more complex plan. VIDEO

Agnostic TTRPG Prep Method by Map Crow Really fun way to use all the books that you’re not currently using! Watch the vid and then if you like the process you can pick up the bundle HERE (not affiliated, just a fan). VIDEO

The Station Toronto Needs by RMTransit Hey I’m a big fan of trains and I just found this channel. This was my first introduction to them but I’m keen to watch more. More trains! VIDEO

How Editing Creates Comedies That Make You Cry... by The Editing Podcast Another channel I recently came across and I’m keen to watch more. I know very little about editing but am keen to learn more.  VIDEO

……….READING……….

Bullshit Jobs by David Graeber (Page 7 of 285) Clearly I’ve only just started this (thanks to me dragging my feet on The Righteous Mind) but really excited to dig deeper. The prologue is the original essay that inspired the book and that alone already has so much in it! A really great primer and I wasn’t expecting it to lay a lot of the blame at capitalism’s feet so I think it’s gonna be a great read. 

The Righteous Mind: Why Good People are Divided by Politics and Religion by Jonathan Haidt (Complete) The first time I read this (at a time when the COVID-19 vaccine was just coming out and folks were choosing not to get it) the book really helped me understand the reasoning behind other people’s choices. For that it was really helpful. This time around, with more time and more political moves behind us, I find it glaringly obvious just how out of touch (or conservative-leaning) this book is. There’s a whole section about how the free market and capitalism is good for healthcare. Wild stuff. If you want more in-depth reviews explaining why this didn’t sit right with me this time around, I found Storygraph had a lot of great write-ups (also Storygraph is great if you want an alternative to the amazon-owned Goodreads).

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 12 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) Listen I sing this series’ praises every time I read a volume and this is no different. Somehow the story, setting, and characters grow while still remaining connected to the main theme of “what if we ate the monsters we fought in an RPG?” It’s truly top-tier and I can’t stress enough that if you like charming, funny, expertly-illustrated comics, you should try out this series.

The Fade Out by Ed Brubaker, Sean Phillips, and Elizabeth Dismang (Complete) Really fun read. Old Hollywood murder mystery with a lot of really nuanced characters. The resolution felt a little abrupt and unsatisfying, but without giving anything away I think it was appropriate. I’m also not sure if it was a stylistic choice but all of the women have different shadows than the men. It feels like they’re living in two different worlds but maybe that’s intentional? Still really great.

……….AUDIO……….

PetroDragonic Apocalypse; or, Dawn of Eternal Night: An Annihilation of Planet Earth and the Beginning of Merciless Damnation by King Gizzard (2023) Loved King Giz’s first foray into metal and this continues that trend. I may not love everything that they do, but I love that they do everything that they do.

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Tuesday Crew is currently up against a young dragon (Dragonette) plaguing a mine (recap HERE) while the Mof1 Crew is divided across Munchkin District and each dealing with their own small crisis. They say never split the party but I think the trouble gets way more interesting when you do.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Nintendo) Finally moving on from this after countless hours spent in this world and it’s all bittersweet. Loved the familiar stuff, loved the new stuff, and loved the overall arc of the game. Hopefully the next game in the series goes back to something smaller and focused.

And that’s it. See you in July!

#Monthly Media #Kolbisneat #Andrew Kolb

[alathan13]

The Little Mermaid Live Action

I’m so freaking prepared for this movie and it’s not even funny!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve watched the trailer so many times since the full trailer was released.

The original Little Mermaid movie was and is still one of my all time favorite Disney movies. And now just seeing in come to life is amazing. I can already tell you I’m gonna be in tears probably halfway through the movie.

There are probably a million reasons why I’m so excited but I’m only going to talk about my top 3.

Halle Bailey: She such a beautiful woman and a wonderful singer. I heard her singing only a few times before, but when I really heard her voice was during the Disney World 50th Anniversary and she sang “Can You Feel Love Tonight” and she has such a beautiful singing voice. I also read this article somewhere online about Jodi Benson (the original Ariel) and her opinion about Halle playing Ariel. Jodi Benson has been very supportive of Halle as she plays Ariel and was there when Halle received backlash about her playing Ariel. So, Jodi Benson talked about how it doesn’t matter who you are, what you look, or where your from, it’s about the spirit of the character is what’s important. I 100% agree with her. Halle Bailey is going to do a wonderful job by bring one of the most iconic Disney princesses to life.

2. The Music and New Songs: Can we just take a moment and talk about Lin-Manuel Miranda?!?! As everyone should know, he wrote the Broadway musicals “In The Heights” and “Hamilton” and has also written music for other Disney movies like “Encanto” and “Moana”. Lin-Manuel is also a big Disney fan and he also named his son after Sebastian in the little mermaid. And now he gets to work with Alan Menken (the original music composer) and he was the one who inspired Lin-Manuel to compose music. He basically gets to work with his hero and that’s amazing!!!! I’ve also read somewhere that Lin-Manuel might be Chef Louis in the movie.

Ok, now the music. We all have to admit that the original soundtrack slaps!!!! They are classics and masterpieces. I can’t wait to listen to it again in the live action. I have a feeling some of the songs might be a tad different from the original, but that doesn’t bother me. The have done the same thing in all the other Disney live action movies and I love those movies.

I’m really excited to hear these new songs in the movie. As I said earlier, Lin-Manuel Miranda got up work with Alan Menken and wrote 4 new songs. Can’t wait to hear them and listen to them like a million times once the soundtrack comes out.

3. The Actors: Besides Halle Bailey as Ariel, I think they did an amazing job with the cast. I mean, you could have picked better than these actors and actresses to play these roles.

Awkwafina as Scuttle: If you didn’t know who she is, Awkwafina was in “Jumamji: The Next Level” and “Chang-Shi and the Legend of the Ten Rings”. She is a really funny actress and always makes me laugh. I think she will make a great Scuttle.

Daveed Diggs as Sebastian: I think everyone had a feeling that he would play Sebastian before the trailer even came out. He was in “Hamilton” with Lin-Manuel Miranda and also rapped a whole bunch in the musical. I read somewhere that he might rap in the movie and that makes me happy. He honestly fits the role of Sebastian perfectly.

Melissa McCarthy as Ursula: Just like Awkwafina, Melissa McCarthy also makes me laugh as well. She was in the movie “Life of the Party” and Netflix “Thunder Force”. I’m excited to see her bring out her inner diva while playing Ursula.

Jonah Hauer-King as Prince Eric: First of all, he is extremely cute and hot. When I first saw him I was like blushing like crazy. Also, he was in “A Dog’s Way Home” and the tv show “World On Fire”. I’m excited to see him play Prince Eric. Another thing to point out is that Prince Eric was my Disney Prince crush when I was little and that crush it starting up again.

Those are my top 3 reasons why I am excited about the Live Action Little Mermaid. I won’t be able to wait any longer as it approaches theaters.

#the little mermaid #disney #little mermaid #little mermaid live action #halle bailey #the little mermaid 2023 #lin manuel miranda #daveed diggs #awkwafina #melissa mccarthy #jonah hauer king #jodi benson

[mmollymercury]

HAPPY MILK DAY‼️‼️🎊🎊🥳🥳🥳

For those who are confused: milk is now a meme in the Encanto fandom, somehow - and people came up with the idea for today to be an official milk day!

I've got more crack content coming👀👀 and a certain something for a birthday girl 👀👀👀👀 @glitternightingale,,, but first! Here's some wholesome fluff! 💕💕

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Summary: Pepa and Julieta bond over the comfort that is breastfeeding.

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It was a coincidence that their first pregnancies were so close, with Isabela being slightly older than Dolores; although it was difficult to adjust to the noise of a baby's cry, doubled, it did end up coming in handy: the girls could calm each other down, play with each other and give their working parents a well deserved break, without even realising it.

Julieta's second pregnancy was the first she pioneered without a twin situation by her side-but like everything her sister did, she did it perfectly... All until she started having complications. Luisa was a hefty baby, Pepa never thought she'd ever see a baby bump that big. When her niece was born, she was all tub and endearing wrinkles, she was beautiful. But Julieta had been exhausted; weak and frail, so unlike her usually. Her lower half stained with blood; it was a day full of complicated feelings.

But! Now they were back in action, the Madrigal sisters, cooking up buns in synchronisation again! This time, Pepa's would be slightly older, which made for some good childish banter. Mamá still insisted they work, always had while they were pregnant - but maybe the lingering thought of Julieta's previous due date changed her... Because she was assigning them significantly less labour than before. This gave them plenty of free time, most of which was with their husbands and brother; Félix and Agustín weren't magical descendants, them being out and about didn't really help any, especially Agustín - who caused more trouble than he was worth.

Bruno was naturally a shut in, with good reason. Pepa and Julieta accepted this, knowing how he felt without him having to describe it; they were triplets. They were so happy to be spending more time with their baby brother.

Another source of happiness, was daydreaming about their babies. Bruno had already managed to predict that Pepa would be having a boy. The first boy since himself! This was a momentous occasion! He'd be treated like the little prince he was, Pepa was so thrilled! Her elder sister was still waiting in anticipation. They sometimes talked about the prospect of having two boys and how amazing that'd be! But Juli was adamant she was having another girl.

"I can just tell, my little Mariposa." She’d say, patting her round belly.

One afternoon, their conversations lead to the sweetest of topics:

"I missed feeding Luisa so much when she stopped." Juli reminisced, rocking gently in her chair, "The bonding felt more intense than with Isa, such a comforting feeling, I especially needed it back then."

Pepa nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! Me too with Dolores! I can't wait to have that feeling again."

A rainbow materialised above their heads.

A few months later, Camilo Madrigal was born. Indeed, the first Madrigal boy since Bruno, Alma was especially proud, kissing her grandson and her daughter on their flushed cheeks. Because Julieta was out of commission, being heavily pregnant herself, the clean-up effort was done by the men (well, that isn’t to say they didn’t help before- but Julieta was definitely the ringleader of the operation). Félix held his son, rocking him expertly to sleep whilst simultaneously, passionately kissing his wife, Agustín changed his sister in law's sheets, and Bruno cleaned her face with a damp rag.

The sun had shone brighter that day.

Mirabel Madrigal soon followed, a miracle baby. She was so easy to birth and cried softly, almost as if she knew about her cousin's hearing and wanted to be courteous. A selfless little girl, right from the start.

Months past since that day and today, a gorgeously sunny sky was painted above, for all to see and Bruno Madrigal was left to babysit his older nieces. They played with their new siblings and saw them plenty- but there were also times they were meant to leave them alone. They had been asking for them all morning; Bruno hadn’t seen his sister’s or their babies at all today, nor did he hear them. What if they were all sleeping and he disturbed them? Dolores confirmed that they were napping for a brief period.

He left it for about half an hour before knocking on the nursery door, carefully. A voice from within prompted him to open it. He peaked his head inside, keeping the rambunctious children behind his thin legs, just in case.

“The girls want to see the bebés.” Bruno took in the scene: Mira and Cami were missing from their twin cribs, across from Luisa's bed. They were instead, in their mother’s arms, both of which, were sat in two respective chairs, looking fresh faced and well rested. He noticed how his niblings were eating, cautiously, he pushed the door back towards him, unsure if his sisters would allow them in right now. “Is this a good time?”

However, Pepa and Julieta smiled.

“Sure, come on in, Brunito, niñas.”

 

At those words, Isa finally broke through the barrier that was her uncle and threw open the door; thankfully, Bruno caught it before it could slam against the wall- Isabela, Dolores and Luisa walked in, well, Dolores walked, her cousins practically sprinted.

To make sure the girls wouldn’t try anything, Bruno pulled Isa and Luisa into his lap after sitting on the latter’s bed. Dolores sat beside him, unprompted and polite. He could trust her to behave.

“What are you doing?” Isabela bluntly asked, a twinge of annoyance in her voice; she expected Mirabel to be more... alive. Not stuck to their mother, eyes closed and lips pursed.

“They’re feeding your brother and your sister.” Bruno explained.

Luisa craned her neck this way and that, “I don’t see a bottle.”

“No, Luisa, it comes from our bodies.” Pepa snorted.

“Blood?!” Isabela chimed in, smile big and fists clenched, Bruno bounced her on his knee. Luisa groaned in disgust and pulled on his ruana.

“Tío Brunito, tell her to stop!”

Bruno died a little inside- his sisters laughed at his expense. No amount of eye rolls could convey his disappointment.

“Didn’t we tell you to stop calling your tío that?” Julieta giggled.

“But you guys call him it.” Luisa frowned.

“It’s different.” Pepa smiled, shaking her head amusedly.

“It’s not blood, Isa, it’s milk.” Bruno booped her nose, trying to move on from what just happened as quickly as possible.

“Huh? Milk?”

“Hmm mm.”

“I thought everyone knew that.” Dolores mumbled, incredulous.

“That’s so cool.” Isa said, a breeze of flowers passed through her hair, confirming her statement, “Does it come in your favourite flavour?”

Bruno chuckled, as did his sisters. Dolores looked expressionless to the untrained eye- but the triplets could tell she was bursting to scold her cousin for her naïveté.

“No, amor, just ordinary milk.” Pepa said.

“When do they eat normal?” Luisa babbled, trying to climb up her mother’s arm.

“Soon but not yet, just liquids for now.” Julieta beamed. Bringing down a hand to stroke her toddler’s cheek.

“Why?” She nuzzled into her calloused palm. The adults breathed a huff of mirth at the common question.

“Their teeth haven’t come out yet.” Dolores hushed, finally having enough, it seemed. “The sound of them is horrible!” the little girl covered her ears, as if saying it would bring about the sound.

“Aww...” Bruno stroked her hair; she hugged his side, pushing her face into the green wool of his clothes.

 

“So, are you sure they don’t come in different flavours?” Isabela sounded sceptical. “Because they’re still drinking and I don’t think plain milk is that good.” Sassily flipping her hair, she stood, attempting to draw her sister’s attention away from this apparently, irresistible, completely ordinary milk.

“Mira! Hurry up, I want to play with you!”

 

Laughter filled Casita.

 

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This is also chapter 5 of "Hurts To Remember All The Good Times" on my ao3💗💗

#encanto #encanto fanfiction #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa magridal #mirabel madrigal #baby mirabel #baby camilo #camilo madrigal #encanto milk day #encanto milk #my fanfiction #my writing #💫my stories📖

[softforloki]

Ahshd what about. loki x new, youngest avenger(~23ish?) whose day job is being a fashion designer but has chlorokinesis like isabela from encanto agsggds,, i hope this isnt too hard to work with or something,, have a good day and may both sides of your pillows and sheets be cold

Dude, Isabela Madrigal has me in a choke hold. I’m pretty sure I’d do anything for her.

So a fun fact about me is that when I write the Reader in formal wear, they’re always wearing a suit because suits are gender neutral. You and Loki get to be suit buddies.

Summery: The pressure is on when Loki asks you to make him something to wear for an upcoming party. Naturally, it has to be perfect.

Warnings: None, really!

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist

Tailored to Perfection

“You’re sure you want me to do this? There are plenty of other with more experience.”

“I’m quite sure they’d all run in the opposite direction if I dared to approach them.” Loki scoffed with an eye roll. “Besides, I’ve seen your work. I know you’ll come up with something perfect.”

“I don’t think you realize how much pressure you’re putting on me.” You smiled, not taking your eyes off your sketch pad. 

“I’ve watched you take down heavily armed men in seconds.” Loki deadpanned, his eyebrows raised to his hair line. “I once witnessed you throwing a man against a wall with vines, and then use them to bind him to a pole. I feel as though you’ve worked under worse conditions.”

You swallowed a retort, knowing he’d only tease you for it. It was true, you’d handled yourself in many a dangerous situation as an Avengers, but this was different. You were an up and coming fashion designer- your work hadn’t yet been recognized by anyone of consequence. Loki had asked you to design him something for one of Tony’s ridiculous parties, so it would be the first time that someone so recognizable would be wearing something you’d made to an event with countless people. You’d seen how tabloids and people on the internet would rip apart celebrity fashions at any given opportunity. The idea of dressing Loki in anything less than spectacular at what would technically be your big debut was horrifying.

Also, it was Loki. 

You and he had.... something. Officially, you were friends and colleagues, but you knew damn well that friends didn’t shamelessly flirt or gaze longingly at each other. It was clear to everyone including yourselves that you were more than friends, but no one said anything of it.

Perhaps the rest of the team thought it was just a running joke that you and Loki would eventually stop finding funny. The way you frequently daydreamed about kissing Loki breathless seemed to indicate otherwise, though.

“So, green is our main color, and we’re accenting with black and gold.” You sorted through your collection of colored pencils, plucking out every green you had and holding them out to him. “Pick a shade.”

Loki surveyed your assortment, before selecting a jade green and turning it over in his fingers. “This one.”

“Lighter than you usually go for,” You remarked, taking the pencil back and setting it aside. 

“Perhaps I’m going for something different.” He replied simply, a smirk playing at his lips. “Besides, wasn’t it you who said I looked good in lighter colors? When Thor made me wear that absurd yellow sweater?”

You felt your face heat up. You remembered the incident clearly. You’d only ever seen Loki sporting cool shades of black, gray, brown, or green, but the sunshine yellow of the sweater had been a gorgeous counterbalance to his jet black hair. You’d been mesmerized.

“So you’re trying to impress me, is what I’m hearing.” You fired back, coloring a block of the jade pencil on your paper for reference.

“When am I not?”

You looked back up at him. His smile had shifted from teasing to what could only be described as soft. Hie eyes burned through your own, and you quickly refocused on your sketch pad before you spontaneously combusted.

“Is there anything specific you have in mind for this, or do I just get free rein?” You asked, finishing the outline of the suit. “Because I know you said regal, but there are a lot of angles we could take with that.”

“Nothing terribly over the top,” (Words you’d never thought you’d hear him utter) he conceded. “The color will be eye catching as it is.”

“Wouldn’t want to steal Tony’s thunder at his own party,” You mused, taping your pencil to your chin thoughtfully. 

“On the contrary, I can’t slip away while he’s not looking if all eyes are on me, now can I?”

“I suppose you can’t.” You sighed, matching his flippant tone easily. You forced yourself to look back up at him, but kept your eyes stubbornly away from his face as your idea came into focus. “What if we had a gold chain draped over your chest from your blazer? We could make it so the ends can be attached to the lapels, and it would lay just on your on your clavicle.” You drew a line arced downwards over yourself with your finger from one shoulder blade to the other to illustrate your thought.

“Interesting. Can I see?” Loki gestured to your pad.

You quickly sketched your idea across the lapels of the suit jacket, and passed the drawing over. “I can pick out a few different shades of yellow and gold if you want to play with color.”

He examined the drawing, lips pursed in consideration. He met your gaze, his eyes sparkling. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

“That’s the first sketch, though!” You sputtered.

“I don’t care, this is the one.” He insisted.

“At least let me come up with a few more ideas, for my own sanity. You might change your mind.”

Loki handed the sketch pad back to you with a heavy sigh and a dismissive wave of his hand. “Do what you must. It’s your craft, I suppose you know it best.”

His attempt at flippancy was a valiant one, but you didn’t miss the smile tugging at his lips, or the way his eyes still gleamed with excitement. 

“We’ll meet back Friday, I’ll have a couple more sketches by then.” You suggested. “I’ll see if I can pull some fabric samples for you to look at, too.”

Loki leaned forward in his seat across from you, taking your hand in his own and kissing the knuckles. Despite him having done it nearly a hundred times over, it still made your poor heart skip a beat. “I’ll be counting the seconds, darling.”

. . .

You were pleased Loki had let you talk him into other options, the final product was much better than your original sketch.

He’d let you hang not just one thin golden chain from the lapels of his blazer, but several. They hung low, artistically looped around the buttons. You’d even affixed one to the shoulder, pinning it in place with a diamond encrusted sunburst.

The color of the suit and the jewelry were just the right amount of gaudiness for Loki. You’d worked so hard to perfect his outfit, you’d had no time to prepare something special for yourself. At the last minute, you took a simple crisp black suit that you hadn’t worn in years and covered it in flowers.

It was one of the times that you could put the beauty of your powers on display, rather than the functionality. You sprung blue salvias from the seams of your jacket, and white gardenias burst out where buttons would’ve been. You sent stems of edelweiss and iris twisting together down your pants, and on impulse, you grew a sprig of fern from your lapel.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you took one last look in the mirror, nodded to yourself, and left your room.

Loki was waiting in your living room, twisting one of his chains around a slender finger. He’d insisted you accompany him as his date and that he’d pick you up at your apartment. You heard his breath hitch when he saw you. You felt as though the air had been stolen from your lungs, as well.

“You look lovely,” He breathed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“So do you,” You replied in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

“I had a brilliant stylist.” He winked, and slowly came closer. Your toes were touching and you had to tilt your head up to keep his gaze. He was so close, you could smell the expensive cologne he’d only started wearing after you’d told him how much you’d liked it. This was not unusual, Loki often liked to invade your personal space to throw you off guard. Unlike all the other times, though, this time he didn’t crack a joke how easy it was to fluster you and step away. This time he placed a hand on the side of your face, and leaned in even closer.

“Is this alright?” He murmured.

“Yes.” You immediately responded. “God, yes.”

With your consent, Loki placed his lips firmly on top of your own, and kissed you so deeply it made your head spin. You tugged on one of his chains, pulling his body closer to your own, and curling your other hand around the back of his head.

He held you gently, careful not to crush your flowers as he kissed you the way he’d only done in your dreams. His fingers flexed around your upper arm, as if you’d disappear if he loosed his grip for even half a second.

When you parted, he lowered his head to nose at your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve been longing for this.”

“I could say the same thing.”

Loki pressed a kiss to the crook of your next, sending tingles down your spine. “Come then; we have a party to attend.”

“Do we have to?” You nearly whined.

“If we don’t how will anyone see your fabulous work, my dear?” He laughed, but you could hear the thickness in his voice. “We needn’t be there long, anyway. Stark merely asked that we put in an appearance.”

“Fine,” You huffed, tracing a hand over his lapel, coaxing a gardenia that matched the ones you wore from the fabric. “Let’s go then.”

He glanced down at the bloom with affection, then turned his gaze to you. “In a moment,” And he kissed you hungrily.

You ended up being fashionably late.

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