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sorryiwasasleep · 2 years

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Julieta starts seeing Bruno everywhere

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The first time it happens, Julieta saw a green ruana out of the corner of her eye. She turned, with a relieved smile. Finally, her brother had come back after a month. He had just needed time, is all. Just like she’d insisted to Pepa. He would give Mamá his vision, she would stop worrying, and maybe seeing her favorite (sorry Félix) uncle might help Mirabel smile.

Her face falls when she’s turned fully. The ruana is a shade too light, the person wearing it not the one she expected. Her spirits fall too, though she forces a smile back onto her face as she hands the next person in line a buñuelo. They accept it without thanks. Her smile gets tighter.

The next time she sees him in the crowd it’s in a mess of black curls. It’s been more than half the year, but surely he wouldn’t miss their birthday.

Except, the curls come closer and Julieta sees that they’re too long, too well taken care of, and closer still most definitely on a teenage girl. Julieta lets her eyes linger a moment too long, willing time to go back to a few seconds ago, when she’d had hope.

She squeezes Pepa a little tighter as they hold their own celebration in front of a darkened block of wood. A sprinkle covers them both, but Julieta doesn’t care. She’d be raining too if she could.

Mirabel needs new glasses, having outgrown her old prescription. The seven year old insists on getting the same shade of green as her old frames, even if she can’t quite recall why she was so attached to the color. Julieta sobs herself to sleep in Agustín’s arms.

They don’t talk about him anymore. No one does. Julieta hates it, but at the same time feels like she has sand in her throat whenever she tries to bring him up. Pepa’s started masking her sadness behind anger. Julieta thinks that might be easier, but her anger slips away as fast as it comes, always in waves. She screams. She cries. She mourns. And she worries.

Dolores' voice has gotten quieter and quieter over the years. She’s become more subdued, more burdened by her gift. Julieta knows Pepa sees it too and it hurts. It hurts that this is happening to her sobrina, and it hurts knowing they can’t help, because they can’t take away her gift any more than they could take away his. They just try to be there for her as much as they can. There for her, where they hadn’t been before.

A young boy, about thirteen years old, comes to Julieta and tells her he can’t breathe. That he thinks he’s dying. Julieta recognizes the panic attack immediately and is leading him to a private spot before she even registers it. She ends up in their spot by the river. The one he would hide away in when things became too much. The boy comes down from his attack and begins apologizing profusely. Julieta just gives him a hug.

Pepa tells Julieta about her pregnancy individually before the family announcement. She insists on telling her in the sand filled cavern where Pepa’s voice carries. She addresses Julieta and the darkened door together. “Hermanos.” Julieta can tell how happy her sister is, but can see the despair underneath it. Julieta feels the same. They both cry.

Julieta spent the entire meal staring at the family tree behind Mama. The colors were fading. Antonio was growing, Mirabel and Camilo too. Mamá had it touched up.

Except, she didn’t have it all touched up. When Julieta worked up the nerve to ask, she was met by anger. An insistence that since he didn’t care about this family, the family shouldn’t care about him. Julieta thinks he might’ve cared too much. She doesn’t say that though.

Julieta hands another person an arepa and bids them goodbye. They respond with “see you soon!” In an attempt at a joke, Julieta responds back “Hopefully, not too soon!” They respond, “knock on wood.” and rap their knuckles against her table. Julieta falters. She hasn’t heard anyone say that in ages. She has to excuse herself for the rest of the afternoon.

Antonio has taken an interest in animals. In rats. Agustín makes him a plush one and he carries it everywhere. Pepa’s cloud grows a bit every time she sees it, though she never lets Antonio know. Julieta notices though, and can feel her own chest get tight at the sight of a little boy with a rat. It’s not the same, but it echoes another boy with another rat, ages in the past.

Mirabel burst into Antonio’s room and claimed the house was going to fall. That Casita had been covered in cracks and that the candle had dimmed. She had seen something terrible, though Julieta wasn’t quite sure if it was just as she said. Mama had brushed it off. Had done immediate damage control to the town at the expense of her daughter. It was a painfully familiar scene. Right down to the need to heal a wound. Julieta wants to believe a broken tile is truly how Mirabel cut her hand. She doesn’t want to think of the alternative.

“Mira, my brother Bruno lost his way in this family… I don’t want the same for you.” Mirabel looks perplexed at the mention and slightly crestfallen. She goes to bed, a dejected look on her face. That was familiar too. Julieta’s heart hurts.

Mamá and Mirabel are fighting and Julieta is thrown into another fight a decade prior. “If you walk out that door you’re dead to me.” She’s thrown from her stupor when Mirabel brings up the exact person she’s thinking of. “Bruno left because you only saw the worst in him–” Julieta feels tears in her eyes. Her wonderful daughter, her missing brother. She hopes wherever he is, he knows Mirabel is on his side.

Mirabel is gone. It’s the day after a gift ceremony and again another one of her family members is gone. She knew Mama was too hard on Mirabel, but to blame all of their issues on her? A child? Julieta doesn’t know how her mother has lived with herself this past decade. It’s only been a few hours of Mirabel missing and she feels like she’s lost a limb. Like someone carved out a hole in the center of her chest. She thought she had known loss when Bruno’s door went dark, but this was an entirely different kind of pain. If Mirabel doesn’t come back, it will be another person she couldn’t save, and another person she’ll forever be longing for. She can’t bear it.

There's a horse galloping down the street. The church bells are ringing. Mirabel has been found. She’s at the front of the horse. Julieta doesn’t register who’s behind her. “Mirabel?!” Her daughter. She’s back in her arms. “Mirabel!” Julieta all but sobs out. Mirabel grips her back just as tightly. It’s then Julieta catches the flash of a green ruana. An hourglass, on a green ruana. It’s gone before she can turn, gone around the corner of their ruined house. She shakes it off as a figment of her imagination.

Until it’s not. Her brother. Her hermanito. He’s being beckoned forward by Mamá and the fool tries to wave at them. Pepa charges forward and Julieta is hot on her heels, throwing herself at him. Feeling that he’s solid, that he’s real. That he’s home. Bruno

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Me, Myself and I (she's not real, it's not true)

Summary: Your gift is a curse, is it even yours? Or is it simply being passed from person to person, you don't even know what you like anymore; just a curly haired teen? A giddy child? A confused girl who can't get out? In essence, they're all you, everyone is.

Warnings: Identity Crisis, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Watched Encanto again, forgot how much angst potential was packed into this boy, convinced to actually write it by @sobredunia who has the magic touch when it comes to making me write shit, and the direction I was going with the gender bit was less on the transgender end of the spectrum, but more of the, what you could've been end of the spectrum, reblogs are always appreciated.

You look in a mirror, you don't know what you see.

You don't know who you see, every morning it's different, 'me myself and I' the therapist said; the therapist is wrong.

You're not her, you're not it- you're not Mira, you're not Camilo, you are Camilo, but Camilo is not needed, like Mira.

You aren't needed, Abuela is needed, Pepa is needed, Julieta is needed, even Bruno is needed; but you aren't, who you can become is what's really needed. You'll be given a list of everyone elses chores, and you'll do them under the guise it really is Mira playing with the neighbor kids, it really is Julieta washing the dishes even though it never is.

It's you, it's you, it always has been you. Has it really?

Felix gives you chores, you, she, it, 'me, myself and I,' one of whatever exists within will do it, but all of it is you, and none of her is you; you've lost yourself. If yourself even exists underneath the never ending life of lies you uphold for The Family Madrigal, for The Encanto and for the love and respect of those you hold so dearly despite knowing they only need you for what you can be- not for what you are.

And each morning you know it to be truer and truer as you look in the mirrors, none of them reflect you anymore, they only reflect what you're supposed to be, meant to mimic. The local seamstress, a mother in need, anyone and everyone but you, and then there are faces you don't recognize from the town, and faces that aren't human.

You see yourself, eyes emerald, hair curly, frame thin, everything so close to the same except for the fact you aren't wearing what you always do; you're wearing a dress that you've memorized. The top piece is white, the sleeves are short, the waist has a sash with chameleon sigils, the skirt is sunflower yellow, and you look so good in that dress, but she isn't you (Is she, was she supposed to be?). In another mirror you see a distorted child, crouching down to be at eye level, pressing hands together, knowing it is you, it was you, knowing it could still be you; grinning and failing the family so blissfully. You tell the child everything will be fine, nothing will go wrong and too never stop smiling despite knowing that child has a future that will change it forever for the worse- and the child can only stare at you, knowing its fate despite being so young.

This room, this cell, and this prison is all yours, everyone of the Family Madrigal resides in it, its everyones all at once, yet Casita doesn't treat them like prisoners. You know its not on purpose, you know your gift reflects in your room, you're far too aware of the fact that no matter how many mirrors you smash you're only making more. Shards of broken glass swept up as glass reforms, pulls together, lets you to see into your soul and to see nothing left but a hollow vessel that's bursting at the seams with how much of nothing fills it. It's just you, whatever components of what you really are left over, that's what there is, the girl, the child and you, she's not real, it isn't the truth.

You, Camilo Madrigal, the shapeshifter who makes everyone smile, have an empty purpose because they don't want you, and you know it chips at your self esteem every time you think that, but its true, its true, its true. Nobody needs Camilo, they need everyone but you, you're everyone but Camilo at this point, you fill roles when they can't be there to do it themselves.

'Me, myself and I,' you'll never know them, not if they never existed in a way you could understand.

You're just a chameleon, but a chameleon knows itself.

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Waking up, you find yourself not even bothering to glance in the mirrors, none of them show what you think is you, nor will they ever because you don't exist. Why should you exist if no one wants you around, you're just a fun-house mirror that shows everyone what they want to see, and no one wants to see you anymore.

Breakfast is slow, you stay quiet, giving your two cents here and there like you always do, dread sinking in even further because breakfast is almost over and you haven't asked you of anything. You refrain from grabbing seconds, you'll get in trouble if you do that, you simply stay seated and wait for Abuela to give you a chore as she lists off tasks for everyone, skipping over you. Luisas dealing with the donkeys, Isabella has to help a farmer, Mirabel is babysitting a group of kids, and you're left without anything to do.

"Abuela?" You pipe up, tone firm, tone sharp, tone unwavering, you've become used to picking and choosing your favorite parts of everyones voices.

"Yes Camilo?" Abuela asked, turning to you.

"What about my job?" You ask, fork migrating to Dolores plate, she doesn't seem to notice as you nab some of her food.

"You don't have one today, theirs nothing the town needs from you right now," Abuela answered with, cracks in your vessel spread as she confirmed your fears, you refrained from tearing up.

"Okay, what should I do than?" You ask, unable to help the pleading tone in your voice, guidance direction, you don't know much of what you're supposed to do when theirs nothing your gift can do for you, for everyone else.

"You should help Bruno for the day," Dolores said, perfectly repressing her expressions, the Madrigal in question perked up at the mention of his name.

"Lovely idea, Dolores," Abuela said, smiling softly as she stood, everyone else following suite and filtering out of Casita, Bruno swift in his attempt to leave, you followed like an orphan duckling, still unaware of who Bruno needed for the job.

And so you followed Bruno, patiently waiting for instruction as you scaled stair after stair, he was simply mumbling to himself. The top of the stairs was to say the least, the most welcoming sight of the week, you took a seat. It was weird, doing anything and being yourself, whatever part of yourself you liked to reflect, and you weren't sure if you liked it.

"So, Tío Bruno, who do you need on the job?" You asked, stretching out your arms a little bit.

"Ah, you followed me up here, of course you did, I don't need help, but you can help if you want to," Bruno said, you quirked a brow.

"Okay, but, who do you want on the job?" You asked again, changing your words ever so slightly, this man, one generation before you, surely understood the question.

"I want you too help me drain my Vision Cave of sand so I have somewhere to give visions," Bruno said again, adding more information, you still didn't understand it entirely.

"Right, so... Luisa?" You asked, shifting your form to your older cousin Luisa, Bruno groaned.

"No, guess again," Bruno said, you shifted to Mira, he shook his head, Isabella, he shook his head, Dolores or Tonito, two shakes of the head, you give up.

"Just tell me who you want help from so I can help," you practically begged, unable to just trust that anyone out there could want your help, not someone elses.

"Come back once you figure it out, and bring a broom, there is a lot of sand up here," Bruno said, pivoting on one foot before heading further into the cave, his rats following close in line, leaving you alone, "talk to Julieta, she might be able to help."

You tried to stutter out a response, but nothing wanted to come out no matter whose voice you picked. So stubbornly, you turned to leave, pivoting on foot like Bruno, huffing a bit as you started on your trek back down all those fucking stairs.

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You're panting when you make it to the kitchen, finding your Tía Julieta prepping a meal, she takes note of your existence by calling you over. You follow, gripping the edge of the counter for support, legs numb and shaking, a bruise here and there from when you tripped, a small cut on your face. Julieta hands you an arepa, fresh off the heat, you take it gratefully, trying to eat slowly despite how tempted you are to just wolf it down; be polite, don't be crass, you wipe your hands down on a stray towel.

"Aren't you working with Bruno, sobrino?" Julieta asked, turning to face the food on the counter, back to prep work, but you know she's at least half listening.

"He sent me off when I couldn't guess who he needed for the job, I have to bring him a broom soon," you explained, nibbling away at the morsel in your hands, delicious as always, "he said you might be able to help me figure it out."

"I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try sobrino," Julieta said, flipping a few of the arepas on the stove before turning to you.

"He just kept saying that he wanted my help, not someone elses, which is not only estúpido, but confusing, no one wants my help, they just want copies," you explained, hoping that Julieta could even attempt to get it, to make sense of what Bruno was saying, she didn't respond right away.

"Well, Camilo, have you considered he could actually want your help?" Julieta asked gently, you gave a tilted look before responding.

"No ones wanted my help since I was five, all everyone has ever wanted in this town is everyone elses help when they can't be around, no one wants my help Tía Julieta," you explained, her expression sunk a bit, you spoke again before she could try and comfort you, "I know everyone in this town better than myself, I could be your perfect pal, be everyone in this town, but it'll never be me."

"Camilo, that's not true," Julieta said, you raised a brow at her, as though waiting for her justification for such a bold statement, "it feels that way, but we do want you around, we promise."

"This isn't even me, I look in a mirror and I don't know who I see, it's not me I know that much, I see what I'm supposed to be, what everyone needs, and no one needs me," you unraveled, trying to make it clear, trying to make your Tía understand, she wouldn't get it though, no ones gift was a curse in the same way yours was, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this, you aren't even mamá."

"That's because you're supposed to be everyone, you are everyone, you're one of the strings that keep this village held together, more so than some of the other Madrigals; you're a mirror," Julieta explained, trying to comfort your case of mistaken identity, your case of just not knowing anymore, "thank you for telling me."

"That's the problem, I'm the mirror, the truest mirror in town, and because of that, no mirror can reflect myself back at me, mirrors just show me everyone else I'm meant to reflect- I'm no chameleon, just a piece of broken glass," you said, pace hastening, heartrate picking up, digging deeper into your twisted psyche of never knowing what they'll need but knowing it won't be you, Camilo Madrigal.

"Stay here, watch the arepas," Julieta instructed, you nodded before she left, snagging a second arepa, regretting not having eaten enough this morning.

Her footsteps receded further and further until you couldn't hear her anymore, leaving you to yourself to stare at your own broken reflection of a curly haired girl in a dress looking back at you from the flattop. You smiled a little bit, you liked her, the child started to look back at you next, you had to refrain from holding out a hand to it like you always did, not wanting to get that many burns. Soon enough their reflections faded out, what you could've been and what you were, leaving only you behind; footsteps, rapid footsteps, you looked up to find Pepa clearly distressed, carrying a small hailstorm with her.

One moment your getting ready to say high the next you're no longer on the ground and the air is being squeezed from your lungs by Pepa, and you wish you were confused as to why. She doesn't let go, even why you try to nudge away, hail stinging as it hits, like ice against your neck, and she's crying a little bit. You know exactly why, Julieta told her everything, hail turns to a drizzle and she doesn't notice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry we let you feel like that," Pepa sobbed out, continuing on in a similar fashion as she let you down, using her forearm to wipe her tears.

"No, mamá, it's perfectly fine, deep breathes," you said, trying to reassure her and ease her frayed nerves in one go, somehow managing one of the two.

"It's not fine, Abuela caused this, she let everyone use you, I'm so sorry Camilo," Pepa said, sniffling a little bit as the rain cloud started to fade just barely.

"Mamá, I promise you, everything is okay," you said, she gave a questioning look, you nodded a little bit.

"I'll make sure the rest of the familia knows," Pepa said, already determined to make sure her boy could smile earnestly once again, you shook your head.

"Please don't, it's fine if they don't need my help," you said, she went to speak again, you spoke first, "I don't want them to worry."

"Alright, I won't tell anyone except for Bruno," Pepa said, pulling you in for one more hug before turning to leave you alone with your reflection again.

And when you looked at it, looked at the hollow reflection, you saw a part of yourself you always did, the two looked a little bit better though; a bit more alive. You didn't know why they looked healthier, you weren't sure if you ever would be able to perceive your 'me, myself and I' the way everyone else does, but it doesn't matter. They don't looks so forlorn, and the childs distortion has begun to fade and its just a little bit of your own miracle.

You smile and wave as though they're separate people.

And you see the you that everyone else does smiling and waving back at you, colors stuck in sepia and grayscale, distortion strong- but it's you.

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deus-ex-mona · 1 year

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cursed confession: being forced to play julieta for the event has given me flashbacks to the not-so-distant past _(:3 」∠)_

#said flashback: i once had a very cursed dream about a hypothetical julieta novel #in it lxl had a previous bonus manager named ‘julieta’#the first part of the novel was her pov about her suffering with lxl. then she quit or sth and they had to hire hiyoko #the second part of the novel was about the planning of lxl’s wedding in the distant future or sth????#idk but there lxl were，dressed in matching white suits in front of a 5-tier wedding cake… on a cruise ship of all places #then the cruise got shipwrecked and the epilogue was lxl making out in a cave #it had nothing to do with the julieta mv at all. (had the dream before the mv came out)#but it has haunted me ever since. i can never have normal dreams about my otps frrrrrrr #like i had this other cursed dream where yujiro really wanted to get matching tramp stamps with aizo (who had an 0nlyfans for some reason??)#i can’t even anymore. please. someone. trade dreams with me. i give up on my own degeneracy #zenryoku na aiyuu ga kawaii

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kirianbeaumont · 2 years

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Cartas para Cecília...

Dear Juliet,

Acho que essa deve ser a quarta carta nesse mês. Sei que talvez eu esteja sendo chato, ao te encher de cartas. Mas você sabia que isso aconteceria quando inventou essa viagem, não sabia? Enfim. As coisas em Saint continuam do mesmo jeito que descrevi na última carta. Meus pais continuam sendo um pé no meu saco, eu tenho saído mais nos finais de semana, e sigo preocupado com Marisol. Juro, essa garota vai me fazer perder todos os cabelos, de tanto nervoso que passo com ela.

Acredita que ela tá dando pra sair escondida na madrugada agora? Sempre achei que fossemos parceiros, mas tem algo ai que ela não tá sabendo me contar. Queria que estivesse aqui, Ceci. Você sempre soube me ajudar nesses momentos, nem que fosse para me fazer aquele cafuné até que eu pegasse no sono, ou com brigadeiros salgados (risos). Será que no Brasil eles tem brigadeiro salgado? Você ainda me deve uma ida ao Brasil, não pense que eu esqueci.

Bem acho que talvez seja isso por hoje. Na próxima semana te mando mais atualizações de como as coisas estão por aqui. Todos sentimos sua falta, eu em especial. Volta logo tá? Preciso de você aqui, Cecília...

Com amor, do sempre seu, Romeu

@qucsemeireles

#inters #@qucsemeireles #cartas para julieta #developmento #POV

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miracles-and-butterflies · 8 months

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[POV: you’re new to Encanto and Bruno is introducing his nieces and nephews]

Bruno, gesturing to Antonio: This is Antonio, he’s my personal favourite, he loves all animals and is friends with my rats, he is so sweet and I’m so proud of him.

Bruno, gesturing to Isabela: This is Isabela, she went from a spoiled brat to a badass bitch, she broke her fiancé’s nose with a flower, and I’m so proud of her. And terrified of her.

Bruno, gesturing to Dolores: This is Dolores, she kept my secret for ten years, she's musical and clever and has so much dirt on everyone - I’m also terrified of her.

Bruno, gesturing to Mirabel: This is Julieta Junior, she’s 100% a clone but Julieta Senior refuses to admit that I’m right about it.

Bruno, gesturing to Camilo: This is *inaudible screaming*, he’s usually in trouble and I think he has rabies.

Bruno, gesturing to Luisa: This is what’s-her-name because I can’t remember her name.

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #madrigal grandkids

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mbtiblogfun · 1 year

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MBTI INFP romantic pairings and couples:

Lol yes it’s back! A lot of people seemed to really like those posts, so I thought I'd do an update since I found a couple more examples recently. However this time I'm gonna compile them all into this one post instead doing individual all over again lol. I compiled a pretty good list so I hope you guys like it! Also Happy 69th post! Woohoo! 🥳 (Yes I’m childish like that lmao)

Carlos de Vil (INFP) and Jane (ISFJ) - Descendants

Ashlynn Ella (INFP) and Hunter Huntsman (ISFP) - Ever After High

Sybil Crawley (INFP) and Tom Branson (ENTP) - Downtown Abbey

Furukawa Nagisa (INFP) and Okazaki Tomoya (ISFP) - Clannad

Allison Cameron (INFP) and Gregory House (INTJ) - House M.D

(I was hesitant to put this one bc they technically weren't really ever a thing but they did have feelings for each other)

Allison Cameron (INFP) and Robert Chase (ISTP) - House M.D

Allen Ginsberg (INFP) and Lucien Carr (ENFP) - Kill Your Darlings

I was hesitant to include them as well because they have a complex relationship, but I don't wanna spoil lol. So for those of you who do know what I mean, I'd honestly just say it depends on your pov (like with house and cameron).

Agustin (INFP) and Julieta (ISFJ) Madrigal - Encanto

Cameron James (INFP) and Bianca Stratford (ESFJ) - 10 Things I Hate About You

Izumi Miyamura (INFP) and Kyouko Hori (ESFJ) - Horimiya

Kou Sakuragi (INFP) and Naoya Nifuji (ENFJ) - Wotaki

**Note, I think most of their screen time together as a couple is in the OVA

Dorthy Boyd (INFP) and Jerry Maguire (ESFJ/ENFJ)

It's been a while since I've seen the movie but ik he's def Fe dom.

Mia Thermopolis (INFP) and Michael Moscovitz (ISFP) - Princess Diaries

Mia Thermopolis (INFP) and Nicholas Devereaux (ESTP) - Princess Diaries 2

Alrighty that's it for now lol

Let me know what you think! :) Feel free to share any thoughts or recommendations!

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gamerbearmira · 3 months

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Hello it is I!

POV PEPA

She needs to calm down. Gain some control. But it's a little hard to do that when her mind is racing the way it is. She doesn't understand why this is happening. And why to poor Mirabel? She's such a wonderful girl. She doesn't deserve this, and poor Julieta she must be out of her mind with worry and fear.

She needs to calm down her panicking like this isn't going to help anyone, let alone her sister who needs her right now. She focuses on her breathing.

in-one, two, three.

out-one, two, three.

Clear skies, clear skies,clear skies

She isn't aware of how much time has passed around her but she has a feeling it's only been a few minutes. Felix is right next to her whispering sweet things in her ear, dios Mio he's such a wonderful man, she takes another calming breath in, feeling the weather around her calming down as she does. She then takes a look around the room needing to ground herself in the moment. Her mother is sitting at the head of the table like always but she looks tired, not reacting to her storm like she usually would just sitting there. She sees her brother-in-law entering the dinning room with her sobrina in his arms. Finally she looks over to see Dolores and Camilo sitting in their usual spots both looking at her with wide shock and fearful looks. She wants to comfort them but she honestly has no idea what she could even say in this moment that would comfort them so instead she looks for Antonio.

He isn't here.

The wind that just calmed down picks up again.

"WHERE'S ANTONIO?" She whips around to look at her husband barely recognizes her own panicked screeching which she almost regrets doing seeing her daughter flinch from the corner of her eye.

She watches Felix blink in shock then look around for their youngest son only to have panic fill his eyes when he realizes that he isn't there. "I d-don't know I.... He was here just a minute ago!"

Before she can panic even more Dolores squeaks out "He's with Tia Julieta." The relief that fills Pepa is instant and fills her entire being but just as instantly as the relief came so did the heartbreak. Julieta is in the nursery with a baby Mirabel. He didn't go into the nursery looking for Julieta.

She sighs softly trying to mentally prepare herself for what shes about to do "thank you Dolores." She quickly gets up but stops there just behind Augustine and Isabela and Luisa is Julieta with Antonio and a squirm and whimpering baby cradled in her arms.

Julieta's pov

She didn't mean to start crying but Antonio asking for Mirable shattered the small amount of control she had built up. She doesn't cry long just a moment but she feels guilty for doing so. Antonio stands in front of her looking so scared and lost and her crying just makes him feel worse but she can't help it.

"Tia what's wrong? Why did you cry? I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry!" Antonio looks so heartbreakingly sad and confused which almost makes Julieta cry again but she keeps her composure this time.

"Oh Antonio no. You didn't make me cry sweetheart.... I am just really sad. Casita did something last night and well... Come here and look." She shifts the now quiet bundle in her arms so that Antonio can see the baby Mirable. Antonio quickly moves forward,practically crawling into her lap to get a better look. Mirable smiles slightly as she looks up at Antonio which makes Julieta smile slightly at the adorable sight the two of them make.

"I don't understand.... This is a baby... Why would a baby make you sad? Shouldn't everybody be happy?" Antonio looks up to her waiting for her answer

"yes usually a baby would make everyone happy. But this isn't just any baby... This is.... Mirable." Julieta stumbles through her explanation trying her best to explain something she herself doesn't understand.

"Mira? This is Mira?" He looks back and forth between her and Mirable a strange thoughtful look on his face.

"yes this is Mira. I don't know how and the why is a little... Complicated but this is Mira tonito." Julieta hopes he doesn't have any questions about it she doesn't know how much more she can take.

He nods his head once before saying "Ok. Is Mira coming to breakfast?" Julieta is both relieved that he doesn't have any questions and slightly shocked at his quick acceptance of the situation.

"I.... Yes. I think Mira and I should go to breakfast now, in fact why don't we all walk to the dining room now?" Pepa is more than likely calmed down by now and trying to delay this will probably only make it worse in the long run. Mirable whimpers slightly from her cradled arms.

Antonio hops off her lap with a quick "ok." He holds out one of her hands for her to take and as soon as she takes it he starts leading her to the dining room. As they make their way to the dining room Mirable starts to squirm and whimper.

All eyes are on her as soon as she's in sight in the dining room she shifts slightly uncomfortable but takes a deep breath before saying a simple "Hi." She finds herself surrounded by well meaning family members asking questions and she instantly regrets leaving the nursery.

Pepa realizing Antonio was gone but only after while is so real. And then when she finally calmed down, she started up again 🌚 or at least she will soon👹👹 But these guys had Julieta stressing 💀💀 Mirabel too. Wouldn’t be surprised if the chaos (and the QUESTIONS) left the poor girl overwhelmed. And she’s not even the one answering them 🦈🦈

All of them need to be cut a break 💀💀

Julieta after coming downstairs:

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto pepa #encanto julieta

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gabrielapazlima · 1 year

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"Julieta don't care about Luisa or Isabela because she don't talk with her in the whole movie"

1- Yea i also wish that we saw more of their interactions,but its nice to reminde y'alk that this movie is told by MIRABEL's pov,her eyes,most of the interactions will be with her.

2- The movie is also seeted in 2 days,2 VERY hard days,jump on conclusions in any of the Madrigal dymanics its a very complicated,and that's why I wanted this movie to take place at least two days before Antônio's ceremony

#encanto #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa magridal #mirabel madrigal

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wordsandrobots · 3 months

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Not to be all final-final-v3 on everyone but I think that actually is it. Having now accounted for a sudden last-minute extra scene in the last fic, I believe that's now a section break icon for every individual point of view in Wishing on Space Hardware.

Some of these won't actually end up being used, since the POVs only occur at the start of chapters, but I like to be thorough. There are still two POVs not covered here: the omnipresent narrator who shows up occasionally to address the reader directly (which is *technically* another character POV, because the narrator has a definite voice, but that'll remain my little secret); and one you'll find out about in the very last fic in the series, which has an icon prepared already, but isn't a singular point of view, exactly.

So yes. Hah! Done.

Now I just need to finish writing that last fic.

Key to the characters represented below this cut:

Eugene | Kudelia | Elion | Almiria | Azee

Shino | Atra | Julieta | Asher | Eco

Yamagi | Akatsuki | Toka | Embi | Argi

Chad | Yukinojo | Gallus | Lin | Liarina

Dante | Merribit | Gaelio | Reuben | Volco

Derma | Dexter | Iverson | Isurugi | Ilyana

Zack | Takaki | Ordsley | Carta | McMurdro

Dane | Sri | Mackenzie | the pluma | Cricthlow

Ride | Sakura | Ahmed | Gargin | The Chief

Hirume | Cucubita | Iznario | Nobliss | Greyling

Pel | Victor | Deira | Dominic | Ms Phiri

#my fic #my art #gundam ibo #gundam iron blooded orphans #g tekketsu #tekketsu no orphans #vector art #I mean not this image #but the originals were done in inkscape

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sirensea14 · 11 months

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HAHAHAHAHA MY AUUUUUUUUU

WHO'S YOUR ROMEO?

(dont mind the blurry letters above them, theyre descriptions of what they wear so i can visualize them--)

My Royalty au is originally called Julieta au (bcoz this is inspired of "Juliet" song by lipxlip which is the op song heroine run the show) and i switched it to 'medieval au' but doesn't suit it since Bendy's clothes doesn't match the era (and i have no plan on changing it cuz im too lazy WHAHAHAHA), so i changed it to Royalty Au, plus it involved kingdoms, knights, monsters, demons, angels, kings, queens, princes and princesses, magic etc. It was supposed to be a love triangle of us...

But then i added more characters

Here they are. And yes--MUGMAN HAS HAIR (ignore the arrows)

So here are their descriptions:

Cuphead the Ace - prince, prodigy knight of Calix Animi, foster father: king of Dish, King Kettle (or elder kettle behind the doors). He and mugs were found by Kettle when their house was raided by goblins, evil fae and elves bcoz of their potential magic powers. Kettle was a knight and king at the same time, he rescued them. Their parents are dead (not sure if it will be cannikin and demitasse from inky mystery) and so is the Queen, thats why Kettle vowed to protect people from monsters and is very serious abt it. He is the heir to the throne, his smaller twin brother is Mugman. Like King Kettle, he is also brutal towards monsters, he is 24 yrs old. He is infatuated to a woman who is queen of the oceans

Mugman the Beast Tamer - (beast tamer title is inspired by Cannikin) younger twin brother of The Ace, very close to king kettle, he has heart of gold, he has a girlfriend who lives by the sea, 24 yrs old

The Legendary Chalice - or Ms. Chalice is the general (or any rank called, she's a higher up) of the Calix Animi Knights. She was referred to as "Legendary" due to her skills and experience being so vast. She is 26 yrs old

Siren of the Sea - and that's me! (lol, cringe, ok lets do this in 3rd person pov) she is the isolated queen of the sea who rules every bit of seas and oceans. Seas sounds cooler that ocean right? And smaller too, so every kings and queens have underestimated her power. And also her looks, she prefers minimal jewelries and accessories, another reason for people to belittle her. Tho dont mess with her as she can get a little brutal when she gets angry. She likes the pacific ocean and atlantic ocean a lot. Specifically the Mariana trench, its full of monsters and leviathans down there. She had a stoned heart and always looked tired but she met 2 men who eventually softened her, tho she is torn between the Knight and the Demon, 25 yrs old physically, she was sitting on the throne lately, no one knew what her real age is

Cala Maria the Mergon (mermaid+ gorgon lol) - she is isolated as she is known to have gorgon blood. She was saved by a brave knight named Mugman so she gave him a metal ring with a chain holding a fish hook, she's happy seeing mugman wearing it. They had mutual feelings for each other. She knows Siren and is slightly afraid of her, tho she tries her best to befriend her. 26 yrs old

Alice Angel - sent from above, the princess of the Heavens and a healer. People always says that even tho she has horns. She has bright white wings which made her look more angelic aside from her beauty and kindness. She is vibrant yet calm and isnt shaken by Siren's cold attitude, instead, she always talks to her. Over time, siren seemed to respond to her. And thats when they began being friends. 25 yrs old, She is currently inlove with a wolf. And despite all her feminine traits, she won't hesitate to defend those in need when attacked, or help her friends who are troubled. She's a feisty Angel after all.

Boris the Wolf - a handyman who can do everything ; hunter, chef, play the clarinet, scavenger, messanger--anything u can think is something he can do. He is also a quick learner, thats why. He is close friends to a certain Demon and a lover to an Angel, 28 yrs old, he is calm and wise

(okay lemme explain this real quick--I ship Alice angel and boris, not based on Twisted alice and buddy boris, but rather on Tom Boris and Allison Angel. Theyre married in batim/batdr right? And theyre portrayed as Boris and Alice clones so i dont see why not--)

Bendy the Devil Darlin' or Bendy the Ink Demon - known as the Prince of Hell and next to the Throne, he has a playful yet dangerous attitude towards people, which made them fear him. They always obeyed his orders, and when something goes wrong well u might not like it. The only person who seemed to defy him was the Queen of the Seas, she perked his interest and somehow evolved into something demons cannot feel, love. He is 26 physically, but 257 chronologically, his race--Demons--has an ongoing cold war with the dishes

Holly the Sorceress - a character from inky mystery (i added her bcoz i love her so much), she is known as an archeologist, who continues to learn and discover the unknown. She loves playing with runes and runs a shop that sells potions, food and weapons that will help knights and adventurers alike. She's basically like a merchant famously known to play with dangerous runes. Enthusiastic, ambitious and curious, she is 23 yrs old (i aged her up a bit) and has a pearl necklace given to her by a mermaid friend, Cala Maria, when she helped her walk on land. She has her interest on Siren, a mysterious siren who acts cold. She visited her once to buy something, but she was busy playing with runes so she didn't get much hold of it, also she blabbers about how amazing runes and magic are despite her being a human. Whenever night strikes, she rides a broom and flies. She turns to a witch named 'Mayhem'. People say they were the same but some were defending Holly. Holly don't know about this either, so life continues. Little did she know that Mayhem is her Alter ego, she also has a magic cog from a mysterious machinery she has obtained during one of her digs (note: she only digs sites ALONE so this is her own discovery), tho it is very small.

(the Cog from inky mystery is inspired by the Gear in Batim/batdr, however in this au the ink machine does not exist--or might have been but crumbled to dust, anyways it does not serve something in the au)

Now the setting or place of it all? I dunno aesthetics but i like to imagine it as... Just ur usual generic medieval castle stuff, kingdoms. Also there are many kingdoms here, mainly:

Angels : hovering the sky

Demons: below(hell)

Dish : on land, apparently their land is huge and vast, but is surrounded by water

Sea monsters/leviathans: under the sea and oceans of course, full of corals

Normal humans (but they have access to magic) witch, wizards, animal toons etc : land, but separated from the Dish kingdom

For me, its hard to create kingdoms, but maybe i can get a sketch outta my head? That is if im in the mood

Some people of their races move or migrate to other kingdoms, for example, Holly moved to the Dish Kingdom.

I imagine this au to take place mainly on Dish Kingdom but i dunnoooo maybe it will be changed? Not sure

These are my thoughts abt it so far...

I may make some heavy art abt this (i mean, the FINISHED art and not a sketch one) tho im not sureeee since its hard to draw when ur using only a phone, and im drawing digitally using my thumb, but well i guess im gonna adjust myself, thank u for reading all this nonsense and make it up to the end. Ta-ta!

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sorryiwasasleep · 2 years

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When Bruno's door goes dark, Julieta and Pepa assume the absolute worst.

Pepa’s POV.

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cartoon-lovers-world · 2 years

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It's theory & details time with Encanto

Notice how in 'What else can i do' Isabela and Mirabel were BOTH having the time of their lives, but in the end, it's only Isabela who got stained

Because it's only Isabela who changed, Mirabel didn't change yet, she only changed in the end, when she realized that it's HER time to lead her family instead of just being left behind

Julieta and Mirabel both wore ribbons on their ceremonies (this was just so cute i had to put it)

When Mirabel says "I'm only part of the amazing Madrigals", she's pointing at the family photo

And if we look closely enough, she's actually pointing at the crack in the photo, because this family's not perfect, it also has cracks, and the crack is accurately under Isabela and Luisa

Mirabel put strings for her and her sisters on Antonio's gift, and I'm sure there were also some for Antonio and his siblings but they were covered

Remember Isabela's very first cactus

In this scene, it's actually Mirabel who puts the cactus there (or maybe it's just one that looks like it), and this is just so heartwarming

So we all know that Mirabel has a pattern for each one of her family on her skirt, and we also know that she has a Candle for Abuela

In her pov, she symbolizes Abuela with the candle, she thinks that what Abuela is all about is the candle, while, in fact, Abuela has the mountains of the Encanto on her dress

While everyone thinks Abuela cares about the candle, she actually cares about the Encanto, their home (and there are still people out there who hate her, no offense, but seriously? She's just human she makes mistakes)

#Encanto #Mirabel Madrigal #Abuela Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal #Julieta Madrigal #Antonio Madrigal #Theories #I guess #Yeah this is pretty short #I tried

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cheetee · 1 year

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Oneshot: TV Episodes from another point of view

Some scenes from EncantoTV from Bruno's POV, because sometimes i get the urge for platonic angst/fluff and I can't be arsed doing all the buildup again so.

feat. swear words, local man full of love and internal screaming.

Nobody had warned Bruno about teenagers. Isabela had been twelve the last time he'd been around. His little nieces had grown up since. Grown up, God help him! He hadn't known what to say to them on his return, but they surprised him with a bottle of wine and a tearful private reunion, where they drunkenly caught him up on all the family drama. They were no longer just kids to be raised now, but young adults eager to befriend him, happy to see him return home. It made less difference to them: they were grown. It was the kids that were the problem.

Antonio was a dream. He was just like Mirabel at that age, although terribly shy around strangers; once Antonio realised that Bruno would answer questions, listen to animal facts and let him play in mud he was instantly sold on this 'new uncle' idea. But Mirabel? Lord have mercy, Camilo? Bruno thought he was doing okay until Julieta and Pepa left him in charge.

Boy, he was not doing okay at being the adult in the house.

We're the Madrigals. We're the family that protects the Encanto.

The person in charge is you. So what plan did you come up with?

I don't wanna hear another word.

Don't talk to Mirabel like that.

Bruno had been playing the last tense conversation he'd had with the kids in his head over and over again, knots of guilt and fear coiling in his stomach. Tomorrow he'd have to man up and talk to people in the village, make plans, deliver news of another catastrophic vision. It made him want to puke. But right now all he could do was fix the mess he'd made with Mirabel and Camilo, who had definitely lost what misguided respect for him they might have developed.

Don't talk to Mirabel like that.

Oh, Camilo could be cruel, that was fine. Bruno knew enough about teens to handle that part. But it was the righteousness in those his words that got him the most. Díos mio, why had he talked to Mirabel like that? She'd only been trying to help, and putting his foot down had made the light fade from her eyes in a way he hoped to never see again. Mirabel had gone completely empty, and smiled a placating nothing-smile at him, and Camilo had looked at him with so much hate. Antonio had gotten teary-eyed and asked them not to fight. Lord, Bruno had wanted to do the same. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to fight at all.

And here he was, an idiot who had not only taken control of the situation too late, but successfully hurt everyone's feelings in the process! Round of applause! Standing ovation for Bruno, he's fucked up personally and practically! Bruno ran his hands through his hair and groaned.

Mirabel. He needed to make things right with her; if he did, then Camilo would, at the very least, be vindicated. Why had Bruno shut her down? She would've listened to him if he'd just asked her to. Mirabel, the little girl who'd brought him home and stood up for him when nobody else would! And what had he done? Grounded her. Mirabel had once told Bruno he was the best friend she'd ever had. He'd cried.

And now look at him! He made himself walk up the stairs and approach her bedroom door.

Tío Bruno. Tío Bruno. He was Tío Bruno, wise and funny and warm. He was not a flaming hot dumpster fire tearing his own brain to shreds. He was Tío Bruno, the best friend Mirabel had ever had (don't cry), and he was going to talk to his niece and gently tell her he was sorry and it would be fine.

"Mirabel?" he called, knocking on her door. "C-can we talk?"

A stutter in his voice. He listened; silence, but no snoring.

"It's okay if you're upset," he continued, "I understand if you don’t want to talk... I mean, I can - I’ll just talk. You don’t have to talk. I wanted to say sorry. Um. Can I come in?"

The silence was starting to make him wonder if she was in there at all. She could've gone to the bathroom. He hadn't heard that. Or...

"Mirabel," he repeated, with a sense of rising urgency.

No response.

He creaked the door open.

Dark room. The curtains fluttered in the moonlight, with Mirabel's large window open, a newly-formed staircase swirling away from the open window and down to the ground.

Bruno stared for a long moment.

Then he said, tiredly, "Casita, really?"

The door creaked apologetically shut. Bruno stood there for a moment, mind empty, and then - for lack of any other ideas - smacked his head against the door and hoped for a concussion.

"Ow," he said. He didn't get one.

He lingered there for a moment. Then he peeled himself off the door, groaned, and began to sprint down the hall.

There were a couple of things Bruno hated about being sick. The year 1969 was one of them.

It was an ordeal. His head was pounding, his nose was running, and every time he sneezed he learned something different about 1969. He decided quickly that it was the worst year ever invented. Sometimes he'd be lucky enough to glimpse something else, like a bit of the nineties. Not that any of the visions were pleasant; it was confusing and disorienting and made his sinuses hurt. But 1969 stung especially badly. Why then? Nothing interesting happened in 1968, as far as he knew. No election. Another war, but there was always another war. And he hated the boy bands.

Bruno pinched his nose and squinted, holding off another barrage of sneezing, and cursed God for inventing snow. Snow made his magic go haywire, his magic made his body weaker, and his bad luck ensured he'd come down with something within the week.

Of course, one of the other things he hated about being sick, which was less fun to think about, was dying alone.

The thought was irrational, but ten years of habit kept it fresh in his mind. Too many times curled up behind the walls, desperately trying to muffle his coughing, aching and nauseous. It swirled around his brain like an unwelcome guest. Nobody knows you're here. Nobody will find you. If you get worse, nobody will help you. If you die they won’t even find your body.

Of course, with Julieta's magic not working on him, the possibility was a lot fresher on his mind than it would be otherwise. It was a stupid thought. He had a cold, for goodness' sake, not the plague. And yet...

There weren't even any rats. Where were they? He hadn't even seen any that morning. They'd abandoned him too, then, along with his health and Julieta's magic. That was a problem that would need solving... at some point.

Bruno sneezed. Painful green light flashed behind his eyes.

Oh, please, say to me you'll let me be your man, and please, say to me you'll let me hold your hand, you'll let me hold your hand, I want to hold your hand...

"Shut up," he groaned, sinking his head into his hands.

He stayed there for a long moment, nursing his headache, trying to dispel the dread that was rattling around his skull. He forgot, for a moment, that his room was no longer a secret and he was no longer a stranger to the children; he nearly jumped out of his skin when Mirabel knocked on the door, then nudged it open with her hip, a tray of things probably sent by a fussing Julieta in her hands. He straightened himself up as quickly as possible, rubbing his nose and trying to look normal.

"Mirabel," he said, "Everything okay?"

“Yeah!” she said brightly. “Just checking in!”

Although it was clear from the over-cheerful way she was carrying herself that everything wasn't okay. There was something tugging at her eyes as she spoke, as though she were checking for some invisible enemy. It probably wasn't one of those; it was probably an emotional problem. Mirabel was fifteen and didn't have many enemies. Bruno tried to ask her about it and instead had to stifle another sneeze, which showed him the image or a long-haired man with large, flared pants and immediately made him forget what he was going to say.

He saw Mirabel wince and suddenly worried he was making her uncomfortable. She probably had better ways to spend her time than porting things to her disgusting invalid uncle. "Did your mom put you up to this?" he asked.

"No!" She laughed nervously, exaggerating her smile too much to be convincing. "I just thought we should hang out! And do... healthy... activities."

He cocked an eyebrow. Mirabel, at this level of hyperactivity, usually didn't last more than a few hours without cracking and admitting what was wrong.

She deflated. "Okay, well, I'm kind of avoiding the village at the moment."

Now that was a feeling Bruno knew well. He wished - not for the first time - that he'd done more to protect her reputation, that she had turned out as well-liked as her sisters. This room was often Mirabel's shelter when she felt alone, the same way it had once been Bruno’s; he wouldn't kick her out if that was what she needed, even if he could use a nap. "Well, consider me at your service," he told her, although the house slapped him in the knees when he tried to accompany her out.

He stretched his arms, sniffed, and grabbed his copy of Ficciones from the shelf. He fretted for a moment with the cover, wondering if Mirabel was being bullied, if Abuela had been talking to her again, if she'd had another dream about the fall. Should he have pushed? No, no, she needed her privacy. --But should he have pushed?

She sat at his table, now cluttered beyond recognition, obscuring the crayon plate drawing, her tongue stuck out in concentration. Mirabel's drawings were good. Too ambitious to be realistic, of course. Too much focus on the drawing, not the design. But she was excellent for her age, her lack of aptitude overcome by studious practice and hard work. Bruno read his book and scowled at the way his nose was running and idly munched empanadas in the hopes one of them would cure him.

(He didn't notice that the dread had eased, that his thoughts had drifted elsewhere; but then, he rarely noticed, in the moment, that it had happened, not until it was over.)

When things went a little wrong, Bruno found it hard to keep it together. But when things completely fell apart, when everything was ruined and unimaginably bad, when disaster stuck harder than anyone could have thought? Bruno found himself extraordinarily able to keep it together. He found that if he needed to, he could keep his head straight through a whole day of hell on earth and only start screaming once it was over.

When they found the bleeding figure of Professor Dunnock, his hands weakly holding a terrible sword wound, Bruno held his head straight and told Luisa what to do. The ease with which he could take charge comforted him. He could be brave, as long as Mirabel and Luisa were there; his two youngest nieces, who needed him more than he needed to break down.

Mirabel said, "Just ten minutes. I'll be right behind you. Please."

Bruno barely had time to worry about Mirabel's safety. The white man, if he could be saved, would soon cross the point of no return. "Ten minutes," said Bruno, and then shoved his fear into a mental locker to pull out later.

Julieta didn't often treat injuries this dire. When she saw Dunnock her attention was immediately on him. She had the instincts of a medic, always had; perhaps in another life she’d have been a doctor, a nurse, somebody who helped people using just her knowledge. Perhaps it was for the best she had her Gift, at least for her current patient.

They set him on the kitchen table, having no better operating table. Julieta spoke softly to the man, took a spoonful of milk, and tilted his head back. "Here, you'll feel better," she whispered, "Just drink a little, cariño, just a spoonful, for me..."

Every sip of liquid closed the wound a little more, and as the injury went from dire to bad to merely painful, a sheen of sweat appeared on Julieta's face; her magic, usually so plentiful, was finally running low, draining her energy. Eventually she reached a point where her patient was recovering, even if he was still unconscious. It was only then she stopped, gently arranged his sleeping form to be more comfortable, and took his hand.

"Thank you for being kind to my daughter," she whispered to the sleeping professor. Then she turned to Luisa, opening her arms for a hug, and held her; Luisa carried her to the sofa, and they fell asleep there, both exhausted from the day's antics.

Not Bruno, though. Bruno was running on overdrive. It had been twenty-five minutes and Mirabel wasn't there.

Bruno didn't remember the sword that killed his father, of course. But he'd never forgotten that violence had taken everything from his mother, that Pedro Madrigal had died helpless at swordpoint. Touching the handle of Simón's sword had made him want to vomit. He hadn't realised how deeply the idea of losing anyone else to the blade frightened him until he saw Dunnock shaking and bleeding in that tent, and now, with Mirabel absent, he had to know what would happen.

He didn't bother with his room; stress had brought the vision itching at the edge of his awareness. He collapsed against the wall and turned his eyes towards the future.

— Mirabel, running through the trees, hiding, peeking. She stares at someone —

A blade on her hip — she holds it and steps forward —

a figure with a sword — they stare at each other —

the figure swings — Mirabel defends —

— blood in the mountain spring — Mirabel's blade, clattering to the ground —

— Mirabel —

No! No! Show him anything, anything, anything except the dead body of Mirabel. He couldn't look.

Bruno cut the vision off with a gasp. The dust swirling around him settled. He panted, slumping, letting the wall catch him.

She'd lied. She wasn't looking for Antonio. Of course she wasn't. She'd taken that stupid machete and gone looking for Dunnock's attacker. Gone after the murderer.

And she would find him. And she would fight him.

She'd stopped trusting him the moment he ran his mouth and insulted her. Mirabel, you're not like us. But what could he say about that now? It was sickeningly true. Mortal, defenceless Mirabel. She had no magic between herself and her attacker. No Gift to protect her. All she had to save her now was Bruno.

A burst of adrenaline made him push himself off the wall and start running. Sprint out of the house, find a horse, find the spring. If he hadn't seen her body then she could still be unhurt. Still be stopped. Still be saved.

He remembered when Mirabel was born. She’d had a difficult birth. (Fifteen years ago; had it really been that long?) She'd been born early, all red and breathing funny, and an exhausted Julieta fell into a troubled sleep; Agustín had handed Mirabel to Bruno for a moment, just one, and Bruno had looked down at her, and Agustín had panted, "Will she be alright?"

Bruno looked down at the baby and carefully looked for her future. He saw it there, just a glimpse, a memory of something not yet passed. Mirabel, a child, and Bruno, her uncle, and a memory of love, of fondness, of friendship. Yes, Mirabel would live. Mirabel would live and Bruno sensed that they would be friends someday.

Bruno nodded, smiling so hard his face hurt, and Agustín had thrown his arms around him and sobbed, and they had hugged in exhausted joy with the baby cradled between them. It had been the best vision Bruno had ever had.

(Later it would turn out the blood in the vision was from her hand, not anywhere else. When he saw her cradling it, gasping and pale and blissfully alive, he realised he'd come too late after all; that if the blade had swung a few inches closer, then--

She looked scared and tired, her hand held painfully to her chest. Her bravery had almost taken everything from him. He kissed her forehead, aching. I love you, he thought, I love you, I love you, never do that to me, never do that to anyone, please, never, never again. "You dumb kid," he said, his heart breaking, "You're killin' me.")

#encanto #encanto fanfiction #my writing #bruno madrigal #aka “local man's only talent is worrying about his niece” in 3000 words #encantoTV

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deus-ex-mona · 1 month

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#though~~~~~ if you have a link to even a single one of these voice messages~~~~ i have some good news for you~~~~#just replace the last digit of the url with a number from 1-3 and you’ll get access to the rest of the messages #(you’ll just get a broken vid link if you replace it with a ‘4’ though lol)#it seems to be the same deal as the monaraji codes that came with mona’s album back in the good ol’ days #in any case!!!!!!!!!! they’re all so cringe lmao #but ig you can experience what it’s like to be lxl’s currently ill daughter named ‘julieta’ in the third one #bc why else would you invite lxl over to look after you while you’re sick?????#hello im already unwell i dont have energy to be a third wheel :((((#freakin’ yujiro and the ‘yeah feels like 38 degrees up in here’ just by touching the poor julieta’s forehead though #guess he has thermometer hands or something idk #or maybe that’s just his ✨mom energy✨ coming out idk #it’s cringe but it’s free ig??? well not really free since you technically had to buy a cd to get it. but. still.#aaaaa pls talk to me about the voice messages i need validation that these are indeed as real and cringe as they sound—#染BODY ONCE TOLD ME—

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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List of Fanfics #1

Weighted Regret - 10/03/23: Luisa reflects during the search for Mirabel

Secrets, Steps and Silence - 10/03/23: Dolores’ POV during Antonio’s ceremony

Maybe Your Gift Is Being In Denial - 19/03/23: sickfic about Mirabel, set after the film

The False Madrigal - 20/03/23: how Mirabel is treated, set before the film

The True Madrigals - 21/03/23: sequel to the False Madrigal, set just before the film

Never, Ever Different I - 27/03/23: Mirabel doesn’t think things will change for her, set after the film

Never, Ever Different II - 31/03/23: second half to Never, Ever Different

Waiting For a Miracle - 10/04/23: everyone’s reaction to Mirabel’s birth, set prior the film

Throwing Away the Dry Petals - 22/04/23: Camilo cheers Isabela up, set after the film

Ajustamiento - 24/04/23: Bruno tries to adjust to life, set just after the film

All’s Fair In Love and Favouritism - 04/06/23: Isabela is determined to prove she’s the favourite sibling, set after the film

Intertwining Threads of Gold I - 16/07/23: Mirabel is to become Alma’s successor, set after the film

What Baking Can Do - 02/08/23: Luisa wants a perfect cake for Mirabel’s birthday, set after the film

Intertwining Threads of Gold II - 26/08/23: second part to Intertwining Threads of Gold

Milk - 26/09/23: Dolores goes out to avoid the gremlins, set after the film

Intertwining Threads of Gold III - 17/10/23: third part to Intertwining Threads of Gold

And Yet He Shot the Fawn - 24/10/23: unfinished draft of Luisa and Mirabel, set in Fracture AU

Be Sure to Ride the Cyclone - 25/10/23: a rollercoaster derailment, set in Ride the Cyclone AU

Am I Too Late For a Miracle? - 29/10/23: Mirabel’s death, set in Reincarnation AU

Freezer Milk - 03/11/23: sequel to Milk

How Can This Be Fair? - 08/11/23: second part of the Ride the Cyclone AU

Broken - 11/11/23: unfinished draft of Pedro and Luisa’s argument, set in Fracture AU

Intertwining Threads of Gold IV - 12/11/23: fourth part to Intertwining Threads of Gold

Just Another Tragic Fact - 16/11/23: a mournful reflection, set in the Ride the Cyclone AU

So Much Hides Behind My Smile - 17/11/23: Isabela’s death, set in Reincarnation AU

Sorrows, Guilt and Recovery - 18/11/23: unfinished draft of Agustín and Julieta, set in Fracture AU

But When? And Why? And How? - 19/11/23: Dolores hears a baby, set in Miracles Plus AU

A Restless and Unanswered Night - 20/11/23: sequel to But When? And Why? And How?

A Little More of Me - 20/11/23: third part of Ride the Cyclone AU

Perfect Practiced Poses - 21/11/23: Isabela and her identity/freedom, set in Fracture AU

Intertwining Threads of Gold V - 22/11/23: fifth part to Intertwining Threads of Gold

Intertwining Threads of Gold VI - 27/11/23: the other fifth part to Intertwining Threads of Gold

The Fragility of Tempered Glass - 11/12/23: continuation of Mirabel in Miracles Plus AU

You Can Break and Break, But You’ll Still Find Stone - 11/12/23: set in mutual’s AU

One Shot Collection - 14/12/23: a set of requested one shots

#encanto #my writing

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An AU idea I had: What if the Madrigal grandchildren from some of your AUs just randomly swap places with the canon Madrigal grandchildren one day? Like kidnapped Isabela, blind Dolores, abandoned Luisa, seer Camilo, cursed Mirabel and cursed Antonio just wake up one day in the places of their canon counterparts. How would all the adults react on seeing all the kids so suddenly messed up like that? And how would the kids react to umm...everything?

Holy hell...

That would be chaos...

One night, something strange happened. The Madrigal grandkids get swapped with alternate versions/variants of themselves...

Those alternate versions/variants were, kidnapped!Isabela, blind!Dolores, abandoned!Luisa, seer!Camilo, cursed!Mirabel, and cursed!Antonio.

Kidnapped!Isabela obviously freaked out upon waking up, not seeing Dolores anywhere. She immediately went and try to find her "sister". Why wasn't she with her? Where's Lola??

Meanwhile, blind!Dolores simply woke up and and got ready for the day, thinking that it was a normal day in her own universe, only for kidnapped!Isabela to burst into her room. It scared blind!Dolores a bit, not having expected someone entering her room. And why was Isabela acting strange?

Abandoned!Luisa was quite surprised to wake up in her room. Why was she here? Why wasn't she in Señor Rendon's farm?

Seer!Camilo pretty much had the same questions, confused why he was in Tío's room instead of in the walls.

Cursed!Mirabel and cursed!Antonio also thought it was a normal day for them, the former dressing up as far as she was able to (looking a bit odd), while the latter just kept to himself in his room...

"Breakfast is ready!" Alma called out from down stairs.

It was then that the adults saw that the kids seem...different...

As for the canon adults' POV on the variant kids...

Alma didn't understand why Luisa and Camilo were suddenly so scared of her? Whenever she tried to talk to them, they seemed so tense and scared, as if they're afraid he'll upset her over the littlest mistake. What did she do?

It broke Julieta and Félix's hearts to see Isabela avoid them like the plague. And they sometimes heard her talking about people named Cesar and Daniela? who were they?

Julieta was even more confused when Isa seemed to favor Agustín way more over her, seemingly to the point she didn't refer to Julie as "mamá" anymore... Gus didn't even know how to deal with it...

But most importantly and worryingly, all the adults didn't understand why Isa followed Dolores all the time, and why she acted so...childish? different? Strange? She didn't understand the littlest things, ate flowers, and seemed to have the mentality of a 6 year old...

All the adults really didn't know how to communicate with Mirabel. They tried to talk to her, she didn't answer and seemingly ignored them. They tried to get her attention, she sometimes only looked at them before walking away with her arms stretch out. Antonio later explained that Mira was blind and deaf, to which the adults were quite surprised. How did that happen? How could they communicate with Mira now?

Blind!Dolores didn't recognize Bruno's voice, not knowing who it was. Who was that voice?

Whenever Bruno was in the walls for whatever reason, he'd always run into Camilo... :(

Pepa couldn't stand how unhappy Antonio looked, isolating himself from everyone, not looking at anyone and covering his eyes. Both Pepa and Félix didn't know the reason why...

Despite not knowing how the kids ended up so messed up, all the adults wanted was to simply hug their children, comforting them...

As for the variant kids themselves...

Blind!Dolores did not understand why kidnapped!Isa followed her everywhere, nor why her prima was acting so childish and strange. Like, what?

Kidnapped!Isa saw blind!Dolores' second ear, and was happy that that her "sister" somehow had her ear back. But when kidnapped!Isabela found out that her "sister" was blind... Ó.Ò

Abandoned!Luisa tried to avoid cursed!Mirabel, afraid that she'd hurt her. But at the same time, she wanted to protect her younger sister...

Seer!Camilo also avoided kidnapped!Isabela, afraid that she'd get mad at him...

All the kids tried to get cursed!Antonio out of his shell and hang out with them, but the boy was too afraid to see their deaths...

Overal, chaos...

#kidnapped isa and dolores au #seer camilo au #abandoned luisa au #cursed au #deaf!Bruno and blind!Dolores au #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #bruno madrigal #toaverse answers #answered ask

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