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jacarandaaaas · 5 months
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I’m pretty sure encanto just aired in Japan and seeing the discussions around it are SO REFRESHING. not only some incredible fanart but like a lot of English speaking countries just did NOT understand this movie and spouted the most ridiculous shit imaginable💀
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notice how they didn’t say “she wiped the magic off and that’s why she has no gift” NOTICE HOW THEY UNDERSTOOD ONE OF THE MOVIES PRIMARY MESSAGES!??
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yellowcry · 4 months
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More random thoughts! We actually can divide Madrigals' gifts into three groups.
Gifts that related to nature. It's probably the most obvious one. Pepa can control the weather, Isabela can grow plants, Antonio talks to animals.
Gifts that expand body's natural ability. Dolores has super hearing. Luisa with super strength. Bruno's not so direct, but he sees the future.
And the gifts that focused on other people/have a direct connection to them. Julieta can heal everyone, not only herself. And Camilo shapeshifts into different people.
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likahble · 3 months
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the new timeline is actually a blessing for viktor hargreeves because imagine how embarrassing it would be to come back from your bestselling book about having no superpowers with an update like hey guys so you’ll never believe this but guess what
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glendybluebird · 4 months
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"What's your Christmas WISH?" ✨
🦋Encanto (Genderbend) x Wish🌟
#secretsanta gift for @just_firinnie 🎁 organized by @deenahdinarion 🥰
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The theme I was going for for this holiday secret Santa illustration was "wish", and I instantly thought about Star from Disney's recent release "Wish". So I illustrated Star with Milagro (@just_firinnie's gender-bend Encanto character).
I tweaked a few parts of the design😅 I hope it's okay🥹
Disclaimer:
-The Encanto town in the background below was just edited, not illustrated by me. I found the image from google (it was a screenshot from the movie)
-The gender-bend design was made by @just_firinnie.
~More Holiday themed drawings on the way...Maybe~
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evostar · 3 months
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Alll of my Dolores Au’s!! As those memes 😀👌
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theweirdartust · 3 months
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DONT REPOST, BUT FEEL FREE TO REBLOGG MY PEOPLES!!
Little drawing idea, got it from pink Steven or Steven’s gem if you look closer you might see him mewing
🤫🧏🏽
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junosaccount · 2 years
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✨Encantober #22✨Gift
Felix managing a gift shop - because the husbands have jobs, too!
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waitingonavision · 24 days
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Ooh, I just saw this wonderful, bittersweet post by @thisstableground and rather than reblog and sully it with the following dark comment, I figured I'd create a separate thing:
Actually I'm sure this already exists somewhere, but a while ago I started thinking about a villain!Julieta AU where she essentially has a god-complex. Because if her Gift does work by intention, and she has to want to heal someone/can choose not to heal, if she went down a dark path, she could trip with the power of it all...
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sokkas-first-fangirl · 8 months
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Indulge my “Senoritas Perfectas” bullshit 🌸✨
Takes place immediately following Mirabel’s Ceremony
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It was pure happenstance that Isabela and Mirabel arrived to breakfast together. They’d both woken early- Isabela from habit and Mirabel because she wanted to keep practicing with her Gift- and they walked into the dining room together. Mirabel trailed right behind Isabela, little sparkles dancing around her fingertips.
Abuela smiled softly, her eyes shining with pride.
“There’s my perfect girls,” she said. She rose from her seat to hug them both, kissing Isabela on the cheek and gently stroking Mirabel’s hair.
Isabela paused. Perfect. My perfect girls.
It was true, Mirabel’s Gift was perfect. Everyone had gone wild when she touched her door and light spilled from her. She’d been bombarded with requests the whole night; the villagers and family alike were eager to see what light powers could create.
Abuela had looked especially fond when Isabela made flower petals rain down on Mirabel as she danced.
Perfect. Of course it was perfect. How could it be any less?
But what if…?
Isabela kept her smile in place as she and Mirabel took their seats. Abuela ushered Mirabel into the seat next to Isabela. That was new. Normally there was no fuss on who sat where; the only rule (albeit unspoken) was that Abuela always sat at the head of the table.
Isabela listened as Mirabel happily rambled to Abuela, telling her about the tiny rainbow she’d made that morning and how she promised she’d made one of the lights look like a butterfly. So eager to please. So happy and sweet.
What if Mirabel couldn’t keep it up? What if her smile slipped? What if people got bored of her Gift?
Her heart was pounding but Isa kept her hands clasped together and her posture straight (Abuela said it made her look so grown up), smiling all the while.
Her growing suspicions were confirmed after breakfast. As everyone separated to go about their business, Abuela took Isabela aside.
“Isa, mi vida,” she said. “After school, will you let Mirabel join you for your chores?” Her smile was indulgent, so happy and proud. Isabela would do anything to keep that smile.
Besides, Mirabel tailing her wouldn’t exactly be hard work. At most, she’d just insistently ask questions, like usual.
“Sí, Abuela,” she said.
“Gracias, amor,” Abuela said. She squeezed Isabela’s hand. “I think you are the best suited to help her.”
“Help her, Abuela?”
“With her Gift. Flowers and light- it couldn’t be more perfect.”
There was that word again. One little word with so much weight.
Isabela needed to be perfect. Everyone in the family did, really; they were the amazing Madrigals, so blessed, so helpful and strong. But she was the eldest, the shining example to her sisters, her cousins, to everyone in her age group.
Senorita Perfecta Isabela. Sweet, angelic, perfect Isabela. The flower princess.
And now Mirabel. The little shining star. Warm, loving, happy Mirabel.
Isabela didn’t want to see her sister’s smile disappear.
Of course she’d help her. What else could she do?
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Okay I was faster than I thought about coloring this piece! But I really really love all those colours I used.
Here have our younger madrigal triplets ✨
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thebrunoarchives · 11 months
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jacarandaaaas · 5 months
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the only acceptable “mirabel got a gift” theory is the one she can summon butterflies. Imagine all the possibilities to be annoying. (She would use this on camilo everytime he makes fun of her) just a whole SWARM of them chasing him like pls its so stupid
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yellowcry · 7 months
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So... I've got this idea a few months ago...
What if after the argument, instead of dying, the magic turns Madrigals' gifts into curses in order to save itself...
CW: traumas, body modifications
Isabela: The plants are growing inside of her body, replacing her flesh. Causing severe bleeding. And attempts to remove plants only making it worse. She still tries tho and gets a lot of scars from removed vines. Not like it's matter, they will be replaced with plants anyway.
Dolores: The vibration from sounds starts to affect her body. It works like electricity. Quiet sounds are painful. But loud... Loud sound can cause heart failure. She just stays in her room the entire time, isolated, so she won't die.
Luisa: Her body slowly turns into a stone statue, cell by cell. Her mobility is also dissapearing since her joints being a fused pieces of stone. No need to tell that it's extremely painful. The fact that she can see how the difficulty of the simple movements grows only makes her more terrified.
Camilo: He shapeshifts uncontrollably. His curse usually combines the details from different people, making it even worse. For example, he might have Luisa's arms with Antonio's body and legs and Mirabel's head. Everything in its original size. Or somebody's leg instead of head... There's endless possibilities.
Antonio isn't affected. He's five and he only got his gift. It would be too cruel even for the curse. So he just loses his new ability, without any effect. The other Madrigals are keeping their gifts, but control over them is awful.
Alma, Mirabel, Felix and Agústin aren't cursed as well, since they didn't have gifts to begin with. But the whole situation can be viewed as the punishment for Alma.
And I'm not sure about the triplets. I think that Julieta might get back all the injuries she ever healed and Pepa's emotions being affected be the weather. But I don't want it to be too deathly (there's no point in curse if they die instantly) or predictable (that's why Dolores'/Luisa's curses aren't based on hearing/strength) And I have no idea about Bruno. You're welcome to give me ideas about their curses
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starsfic · 4 months
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Encanto idea:
The whole Encanto realizes they never celebrated Mirabel's Quinceanera, and they only have one month left until it's too late (when she turns 16)
so they plan the party while Antonio distracts the guest of honor until it's time (isabella, Alma, and the villagers may or may not have lingering guilt for their treatment toward Mirabel)
It was a simple fact, even though it was horrifying.
Mirabel had not been given a quinceanera.
Isabela, at the time, hadn't questioned it. She was distracted by Mariano's hints that he would propose sometime this year and Abuela's cheer at the fact. Mirabel's birthday itself had almost slipped her mind. She had summoned a bouquet of flowers- multicolored, like Mirabel's creations- before distracting herself with practicing her reaction to said proposal.
Of course, said proposal had been a disaster, Casita had fallen down, and Isabela had discovered herself and rebuilt her relationship with Mirabel.
Which left a fact niggling at her brain.
Mirabel had not been given a quinceanera.
Abuela felt just as awful as she did about it. In fact, it was her idea to create a make-up quinceanera a month before her sixteenth birthday. It would be a little weird, but hey. All birthdays were weird.
And now Isabela was rummaging through Mirabel's closet, hoping to find a dress that she could take to the seamstress. A month was too little time to make an entirely new dress. The same day was too little time!
But they would make it work. They had made everything else work.
Isabela pushed past a few dresses. No, no, no. This one was already covered in embroidery, this one was too flat, this one had too little ruffles... "Come on, she's gotta have a good dress," Isabela hissed. "Somewhere, come on..."
She came to a stop.
The dress she stared at was flat without the petticoats and Mirabel to fill it up, but the design of embroidery candles, changing the soft peacock blue to a mixture of blue and gold, was show-stopping. No doubt. It was a quinceanera dress.
But why was it here?
"Isa?"
Isabela made a noise that she chose to identify as a yelp, whirling around and slamming the wardrobe shut. Mirabel stared at her with a brow raised, holding a stack of clothes. "Mirabel! Hi! What are you doing here?" Nobody could deny they were sisters with that last part.
"Uh...it's my room?" Mirabel cocked her head. "What are you doing?" Her brows furrowed together. "If you're looking for your black summer dress, I think Camilo took it."
"No, I'm not- Wait, what did you say about my dress-" Wait, no, she could deal with that later. "I was looking for something...else, when I found this." Isabela held out the quinceanera dress. "What is this?"
Mirabel glanced at it as she set the clothes down, the furrow in her brow easing to be replaced by it raising. "My quinceanera dress?"
"No, I mean, why do you have one?" Isabela maybe shook it a little bit. "We never threw you a quinceanera."
Mirabel's brow raised even higher. "Yes, we had one?" She sounded like she was ready to call for their mother. "I mean, you probably don't remember it, you were dancing with Mariano all night." What. "It wasn't a big community event like your quinceanera, but I wanted it to be small."
"...we threw you a small quinceanera?"
"Yeah?" Mirabel stepped forward, raising a hand to Isabela's forehead. "I asked Abuela if it could just be the family and some of my friends. She agreed but insisted we invite the Guzmans." Her brow dropped back into a furrow when she failed to find a fever. "I've always hated big public birthday events, but I like the Guzmans so I agreed. Isabela, are you okay?"
Isabela batted her hand away, panic seizing her heart. If that was true, than she and Abuela had possibly done something really stupid. Mirabel,according to the girl herself, hated big public birthday events and that was exactly what was being set up in the town square. "I'm fine! I just...don't remember your quinceanera, that's all."
Mirabel stared at her even harder. "The pictures are on the quinceanera wall," she said, slowly. "I mean, we don't all look at that wall every day, but it's there. Isabela, I think I should call Mami-"
"I'M FINE!" Isabela shoved past, setting the dress on Mirabel's bed as she passed. "I just remembered that I need to do something." She paused, glancing back at her sister. "I...uh...bye- ABUELA!"
Mirabel cried out behind her, but Isabela was already running.
Hopefully, to stop what was going to be the most awkward event ever.
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luckyklutznerd · 2 months
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So, I have no idea what it might mean, but I noticed something interesting about the Madrigal family's powers. The "first generation" of gifts all have a stipulation: Bruno sees the future when he does that ritual, Julieta heals with food, and Pepa's weather is dependent on her mood. The "second generation", however, don't have any specific criteria to fill to use their power. It's not like Isabela has to draw flowers to create them or Camilo has to be in contact with the person he's transforming into. Just something that I thought was interesting.
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selcaby · 9 months
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After dinner the fourth night after they lost the miracle, Mirabel sits on a bench outside her family’s temporary home, sketching in the golden evening light. No-one is about except the two black cats that live next door, both lazing on the sunny doorstep.
The street is a comfortable kind of quiet. The schoolhouse opposite is shuttered for the night; a savoury aroma drifts through the still air from the Pezmuertos’ house; and far away, on the edge of her hearing, a lone acordeón player practises a cumbia.
The front door opens. “Ah,” says Tío Bruno, “you’re here. Never mind, I’ll find somewhere else, see you later.”
“No, it’s okay,” Mirabel says, and shuffles along the bench to make room.
A story about a house.
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