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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Camilo's Transformation~Part II

Part I here

Also known as Camilo's Revenge.

I had a lot of fun writing this, and it was inspired by a dream I had last night, so don't hate me, hate my dream, lol.

Anyway, enjoy!

“Mirabel?” Isabela peeked into Mirabel’s now expanded and much more personalized bedroom.

“Hmm?” Mirabel looked up from her needlework.

“Any idea what’s up with Camilo?” Isabela asked. It’s been months at this point, and Camilo was still slipping into the “Carlos” persona every once in a while. During this time, he refused to answer to a name that wasn’t “Carlos” or short for Carlos, such as “Carl”. Only Mirabel and Dolores refused to call him such a stupid name. Bruno was the only one who seemed to enjoy this Transformation of his, and every now and then would join his sobrino by pretending to be “Hernando” or “Jorge”. It was all too much for the family to handle, and not even Alma could to anything about it. Eventually, they just rolled their eyes whenever it happened and let the freak show duo be.

Mirabel shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t even know anymore. It’s like he’s a totally different person. He refuses to talk to me, he refuses to get makeup tutorials from Dolores, he refuses to pet Antonio’s animals or play princesses with him…its like…I dunno. I just miss my friend.”

“Me too, hermanita, me too.” Isabela hugged Mirabel and kissed her on the forehead.

The worst part about Camilo being “Carlos”(for Camilo at least) is that the kids didn’t care. They weren’t intimidated by the town babysitter’s faux-edgy persona and consistently roped him into their adventures. If the kids wanted him to transform into somebody for their amusement, he had no choice but to comply. If they wanted him to be a pirate, he was a pirate. If there was a baby that needed coddling and the parents were busy, well then, that was Camilo’s job. It was exhausting. He liked kids, but they weren’t even willing to call him Carlos! For a bunch that ought to have such a big imagination, they refused to play along with his make-believe and see him as anything else other than Camilo, no matter what color his ruana was. Granted, at least he wasn’t overworked like he was before Casita fell and got rebuilt, but still.

Maybe the parents thought that if he spent more time around kids who didn’t entertain his nonsense behavior, they could wring the Carlos out of him.

Like that was ever going to happen.

Fortunately, Carlos came in handy one day.

Mirabel walked the busy streets, searching for her best friend Emiliana. Where could she be? Knowing her, she was probably asleep on a bench somewhere, Mirabel wouldn’t doubt it as a possibility. Practically everyone knew of Emiliana’s rather unfortunate sleeping condition. The poor girl had narcolepsy during the day and insomnia during the night. Worse yet, it appeared to be genetic, perhaps even hereditary as her father had the same condition, so Julieta’s food couldn’t cure her.

Mirabel came across a bench in the town square, as townspeople buzzed around it, acting as though nothing unusual was happening. Because it wasn't at this point. And sure enough, a young Black girl wearing a pink dress with pillow-shaped embroidery adorning it was there, lying down on the bench as she slept peacefully.

Mirabel stood there, waiting for the girl to wake up. Emiliana was her best friend along with Camilo, after all. She would wait as long as she had to, if she had to.

Fortunately, she wasn’t forced to wait for long. Emiliana’s beautiful brown eyes fluttered open as she yawned and stretched her arms. Mirabel rushed towards her to help her up.

“I’m sorry, Mira,” Emiliana giggled groggily. “It happened again.” She bonked herself on the head playfully. "What's the matter with me?"

“It’s okay,” Mirabel assured her, taking the seat next to her on the bench and hugging her friend before adjusting Emiliana's glasses for her. “You always manage to pick the best sleeping spots, I don’t know how you do it. Umm…” she picked something out of Emiliana’s hair.

“Oh, thanks,” Emiliana smiled lazily at her friend.

“You’re welcome,” Mirabel said. “So, umm, any idea what happened with Camilo?”

“How would I know?” Emiliana shrugged.

“Well, because he’s your boyfriend. And lately he’s been acting up.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. He hasn’t been doing it with me, though. He’s always so normal and sweet around me! I really am lucky.”

“You are!” Mirabel agreed, almost squealing but maintaining her composure. She cleared her throat. But then again, who wouldn’t be happy that their two best friends—whom she loved more than anything else in the whole world—were dating each other? “Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

“I’ll see,” Emiliana considered, shrugging. “So, is that the only reason you came to see me? To talk about my boyfriend?” Eyebrow arched, she waited for a response.

“Of course not!” Mirabel denied. “I always have time for my best friend! So anyway, how’s life been?”

“Pretty good,” Emiliana lied. She looked at her feet in avoidance of Mirabel’s poignant gaze.

“Pretty good, huh?” Mirabel parroted, absolutely not buying it.

“Yup.” Emiliana forced herself to look back and Mirabel, who returned her look with an air of skepticism. “Okay,” she finally admitted. “Maybe not the best. My sisters still don’t talk to me and my mom doesn’t do anything about it. She says that because they’re triplets, they’re supposed to be closer to each other than they are to me. Granted, sometimes they do still talk to me, but…” she sighed. “It’s like they don’t have time to be my older sisters anymore. I wish Dolores was my sister. Well, not really, because…you know. But…you know what I mean.”

Mirabel couldn’t believe her friend was being treated like this. Though they weren’t related, she was just as much Mirabel’s best friend as Camilo was. So being excluded from her birth sisters just because she wasn’t a triplet was absolute garbage.

“I know what you mean,” she said after a long pause. “And I know how you feel, too. Isabela and I are closer than ever before, but it hasn’t always been that way. It was partly my fault anyway for only seeing her as perfect, but all I’m saying is that I understand.”

Emiliana nodded.

“You still have your father though, right?”

Emiliana nodded. “I do, and I am so grateful. I love my father a lot, but I just wish I could be close to my sisters…! And that they didn’t constantly make fun of me while my mom did nothing about it.”

Mirabel wrapped her best friend in a hug. “I understand,” she soothed. She knew she was being repetitive, but what more could she say? It was no wonder Mirabel and Emiliana were best friends. They both went through similar struggles in their families.

The hug went on for a while, Emiliana shedding tears lightly, until they heard a snicker above them.

“Oh no,” Mirabel groaned in Emiliana’s ear.

“Please no,” Emiliana gripped Mirabel’s back tighter. “I am not ready to deal with him today.”

But it was too bad for her, because Andre was ready to deal with them.

“Are you done with your little sob fest yet?” Andre sneered, clapping slowly to emphasize his sarcasm. “Wonderful. You chicas really put on a good performance there. You deserve an award for it, really.”

“Go away, Martinez,” Emiliana glared, regretfully breaking the hug with Mirabel. “And quit bullying me, I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hey Mirabel,” Andre ignored Emiliana. “Can you give me a minute with your amiga mejor, ¿por favor? You can play around with your gift in the meantime. Oh wait!” He laughed at Mirabel’s dejected and offended expression, before grabbing Emiliana by the arm, yanking her up out of the seat on the bench, and wrapped an arm around her as they walked a tiny distance from Mirabel.

“Why would you say that to her? Take it back!”

“Whatever, ojos mocosos,” Andre mocked, and Emiliana rolled her eyes, shoving the mean boy off of her.

“Don’t call me that!” Emiliana seethed, but Andre only laughed. He is so annoying, Emiliana thought.

“But it’s exactly what you are! Maybe if you slept when you were supposed to sleep, you wouldn’t look so disgusting!” He eyed her up at down, before shaking his head in mock shame. “I don’t know what he sees in you.”

“Don’t you dare bring up my boyfriend!” Emiliana defended, getting all up in Andre’s face and poking him in the chest with her fingernail. “Or else.”

“Or else what?” Andre rolled his eyes. “You know, that’s actually what I came to talk to you about. Now that I think about it, he doesn’t see anything in you after all! I just thought that as your closest friend—“

“You are NOT my closest friend!” Emiliana growled. “Mirabel is.”

“I should tell you that your novio’s got some wandering eyes.”

“Liar. Camilo would never cheat on me!”

“Are you sure about that?” Andre chuckled, examining his nails. “Because from what I know, it’s a different story. You’re not ready to hear this, mujercita, but…Camilo showed up at my house last night.”

“…He did not!!!”

“He did! And let’s just say we had a lot of…" He wiggled his eyebrows for flirtatious effect. "...fun…together. Mmm-hmmm.”

Andre grinned at Emiliana, before he received a damaging blow to his face.

Andre staggered back, clutching his face for dear life. He could’ve sworn that a tooth was broken, even though he lost all of his baby teeth years ago.

“Are you lying about getting with my boyfriend? To my face?" Emiliana roared, the clench of her fist tightening. "And you expected me to believe that lie?!”

Andre coughed up something red before answering, “I just…thought you deserved to know.”

“Save it.” Emiliana turned her back to him. “You’re a disgusting and disgraceful human being. Come on, Mira, let’s go—wait, Mira? Where are you?”

“Aww, so your best friend fled!” Andre taunted with a snicker. “I guess she doesn’t really care about you after all!” He gasped. "Or maybe super speed is her real gift!" Laughter again.

But he realized pretty quickly that Mirabel had left for the exact opposite reason.

From a distance, Mirabel could spot where Emiliana was being bullied and picked on by Andre. She yanked her cousin’s ruana, pointing in their direction.

“Is that him?” Camilo demanded.

“Yes.” Mirabel said decisively.

“Good.”

Emiliana looked to where Mirabel was standing, only this time, she had her cousin with her.

Uh oh. Andre felt himself sweating rapidly as he realized this was very bad news for him.

Some of the townspeople noticed what was happening too, and needless to say, they had a lot of opinions on it.

“Is that Camilo Madrigal?” Little Alejandra piped up, yanking on her Mami’s dress. “I love him! He’s so nice and he’s my best friend!”

“He doesn’t look so nice right now though, primita,” Lilli said, standing beside her prima and Tía as they looked on in confusion.

“What’s up with that outfit of his?” Sra. Pezmuerto judged, eyeing his differently colored ruana. “And why is he holding a rock?”

Camilo, seething with rage, glared at the boy who was bullying his girlfriend with the heat of a thousand suns.

“Hey you!” He yelled. “Who do you think you are?!”

But he didn’t give the boy time to answer as his arm stretched back.

"DON'T MESS WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!!!"

And with that final threat, he hurled the rock at the other boy with all his might, it hitting Andre square in the mouth.

As Andre cried out in pain and Sra. Pezmuerto led her daughter and niece away, Mirabel and Camilo made a beeline towards Emiliana.

Camilo wrapped his girlfriend in a hug. “Mi amor! Are you all right?”

Emiliana just giggled. “I’m fine!”

“Oh that’s a relief.” He gave his girlfriend a sweet peck on the lips. Behind him Emiliana saw Mirabel grinning from ear to ear but trying and failing to hide it. “I’m so sorry about what that bribón did to you. But don’t worry. I’m sure after this he won’t bully you anymore. Also I’m sorry if I caught you off guard.”

Emiliana only laughed. "It's okay. I'm happy you stepped in. Really."

"Yeah, I told mi primo what was going on," Mirabel informed, placing a hand on Emiliana's shoulder. "You really think I'd let my best friend get harassed by that idiota?"

"Of course not," Emiliana hugged her amiga mejor. "You're always there for me!"

"That's right I am!" Mirabel hugged back.

"Come on, Bella Durmiente," Camilo said. "You can come over to me and Mirabel's house if you want!"

"Of course I want to!" Emiliana eagerly replied, and they walked off, ignoring Andre as they left him writhing and moaning on the ground beneath them.

~*~

"I don't know why your sobrino hates me, Sra. Madrigal!" Andre cried like a baby as Emiliana and Camilo eyed each other suspiciously. "All I did was try to befriend his girlfriend! But he got mad at me and lashed out with unprovoked physical violence because he's possessive, toxic, and controlling!"

"Oh, and now he's making me out to be an abusive boyfriend!" Camilo yelled, pointing at Andre angrily. "I'm telling you, Mama, don't heal him!"

"I thought she was your tia--"

"Shut up."

"Why is he even here?" Mirabel asked.

"He's here because your cousin doesn't know how to control his impulses," Julieta said, giving Camilo a look.

"But he deserved it, Mama!" Camilo explained.

"Then explain why Sra. Pezmuerto doesn't want you around Alejandra anymore."

"I would never hurt a kid!"

"I'm fourteen years old, so technically I am a kid!" Andre idiotically reasoned.

"If you don't stop talking, I will make you bleed again," Camilo threatened. "Do you understand me?"

"Camilo, that is enough!" Julieta ordered. "This is why you are no longer allowed to pretend to be Carlos! This character of yours has proven to be a bad influence!"

"A bad influence on who?" Camilo asked. But Julieta was right. Pepa and Felix had taken away Camilo's burgundy ruana and forced him back into his normal yellow one. They also didn't allow him to wear his hair covering one eye and also banned him from wearing makeup. All because he defended his girlfriend from a boy who was bullying her and lying about him cheating on her. As if he would ever be romantically or sexually involved with Andre of all people. Yuck.

"Mami, do you know what he did?" Mirabel asked. "He mocked Emiliana and her sleep disorder, and also made fun of me for not having a gift!"

"That's not true!" Andre protested.

"You told my girlfriend that I slept with you!" Camilo barked, clearly enraged.

Julieta looked from her daughter to her nephew to the random boy sitting in the chair, before turning to Emiliana. "Is this true?"

Emiliana only nodded shyly. "Yes, it is true."

Julieta just looked at her for a little longer, then sighed. Turning back to Andre, she made a final decision. "I will heal you," she said. "But only if you promise to never harass my daughter or my nephew's girlfriend ever again."

"But--"

"Do you promise? Otherwise you can walk right out the door with that bloody lip of yours."

Andre paused, looking at the three scowling teens, before sighing reluctantly. "I...promise." he murmured.

"All right," she shoved an arepa in his mouth. "Eat up."

Andre swallowed the arepa, and instantly his lips stopped bleeding and his teeth were all aligned. "Hooray, I'm cured!" Andre cheered. "Thank you, Julieta!"

"That's Sra. Madrigal to you, young man."

Emiliana couldn't help but giggle at this. When she had first met the Madrigal family, she had addressed Julieta in the exact same way that she demanded to be addressed by Andre. Only difference is, her response and been for her to call the older woman Julieta. And that made her happy.

"Thank you, Sra. Madrigal."

"Now apologize to Mirabel and Emiliana."

Andre didn't need to be told twice. With a huff, he turned to the two girls. "Mirabel, I'm sorry you didn't get a gift--I mean I'm sorry I made fun of you for not getting a gift. There is nothing wrong with not having a gift. And Emiliana, I'm sorry I called you 'ojos mocosos', I'm sorry I told you that Camilo sees nothing in you, and I'm sorry I told you that Camilo was cheating on you with me. Please forgive me."

"Well, I accept your apology, but it's going to take me a long while to forgive you," Mirabel stated bluntly.

"Me too," Emiliana chimed in.

Andre nodded. "I guess I'd...better leave."

"You'd better," Camilo agreed snidely. "Thanks to you, I'm not allowed to be Carlos anymore! Are you happy with yourself?"

Andre just rolled his eyes at Camilo, but Emiliana could tell that he felt fear, and walked out the door, never once looking back.

~*~

"Hey, Camilo!" Isabela peeked into Camilo's room, the young boy looking sadder than ever. "Wanna go get some coffee?"

Camilo didn't respond. His head was down at the table as he stared at the metronome as it ticked methodically. He didn't even play the piano anymore, and yet for some reason he still had it.

"Cami, are you okay," Isabela walked delicately over to Camilo, and crouched beside him. "Did you and Emiliana break up?"

"Never!" Camilo gasped in offense, shaking his head. "I love her!" He went back to his emotionless expression as he continued to watch the metronome, almost as if he didn't say anything in the first place.

Isabela paused. Well, this was awkward. "Well, then what's the matter."

"I can't be Carlos..." he said, voice quivering as he was on the verge of tears. "All because I threw a rock at this one jerk."

It was true. Not only that, but Bruno had stopped being Hernando and Jorge. At least when Camilo was around. No matter how many times Camilo told his uncle he had nothing to do with this, Bruno still felt like he had maybe been a bad influence on Camilo by encouraging him. Maybe he thought that Camilo would throw Jorge's spackle at someone.

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm impressed by you," Isabela answered honestly.

Camilo looked up. "You are?"

"Yes!" Isabela chirped. "That boy totally deserved it. He, what, tried to make your girlfriend think you were a cheater? You're the best boyfriend Emiliana could possibly have! That Andres or whatever his name is can absolutely get lost."

Camilo giggled. "I can't believe you said 'get lost'."

"What, like it's weird for me to say it?" Isabela laughed along, nudging Camilo in the side with her elbow. Seeing Camilo writhe, she got an idea. Wiggling her fingers, she let the tips trail up and down his waist, as he continued to squirm.

"Stop it," he exhaled, but Isabela didn't stop it. Her fingers moved to his stomach, then to his back, then to his shoulders and neck, and the next thing Camilo knew, he was on the floor, wriggling like a worm as he laughed hysterically, Isabela also laughing as she tickled her primito to death.

Isabela stopped once there were tears in Camilo's eyes and he began coughing. "Feeling better?" she said.

"Better," Camilo said, tucking in his shirt. "But no more raspberries. The belly button is uber sensitive territory."

"Got it," Isabela giggled. "Come on, let's go to the cafe."

She helped Camilo up and they linked arms as they left his room, before leaving Casita.

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katefaith18 · 2 years

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CHARACTERS WHO ARE/WHERE MY AGE

Charlie Spring

Tao Xu

Julie Molina

Eli Hale

Peter Parker

Will Byers and Mike Wheeler

Cesar Diaz, Monse Finnie, Jamal Turner, Ruby Martinez

Mason Hewitt and Liam Dunbar

Camilo and Mirabel Madrigal

Miguel Diaz

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miracles-and-butterflies · 2 months

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Isabela, finishing a horror story: …and it's said that if you listen, you can still hear the sound of his beating heart!

Mirabel: Scientifically impossible.

Luisa, finishing a horror story: ...And there, waving in the mirror, was his ghost!

Mirabel: Ghosts aren’t real.

Camilo, finishing a horror story: ...it wasn't until they got home that they learned La Casa Martinez had burned down 25 years ago!

Mirabel: I don’t have time to point out all the plot holes in that one.

Camilo: There’s a crack in the wall.

Mirabel: *screams*

Camilo: I just needed to warm up.

Mirabel, shaking, hiding behind Luisa: Tell me it's not true! Tell me it's not true!

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #madrigal grandkids

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kitty-katana-465757 · 6 months

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villain songs for just dancers

Sara - we don’t talk about Bruno (mirabel’s villain song)

Mihaly - nymphology by Melanie Martinez

Brezziana- mad at disney

wanderlust - just gold

Jack rose - what else can I do alternate Isabella song

#just dance 2023 #just dance 2024 #Encanto villain songs #Fnaf songs #melanie martinez

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thecallahanlegacy · 12 days

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Royal Report Magazine's Early April Edition Headline Stories: Anonymous Source Claims 'Unethical Practices' Against Family Members; Paparazzi Photos of Queen Nora at KBSA Hospital Leaked

Staff contributors to Royal Report Magazine's Early April Edition are Mia Brown, PR; Daniel Martinez, RR; Mirabel Reagan, RR; Ava Garcia, PR; Michael Davis, PR; and Benjamin Taylor, RR.

Anonymous Source Claims 'Unethical Practices' Against Family Members; "Doing this to the Queen was done with no regard to her medical needs and health."

Amongst the handful of royal staff stepping down and retiring from their positions in the Camrbidge Royal Court, one former staff member, who wished to remain anonymous, reported to Royal Report this week that the former King and Queen of Eastland played 'huge' roles in aiding the current King and Queen of Eastland in growing their family.

"The Family Expansion Aid was a method of family growth that picked up popularity in 1645 Eastland until 1845, when the practice caused the Cambridges a significant drop in popularity. However, with the 1868 data leak from [REDACTED] Hospital, records revealed the purchase of the same FEA drug to a Cambridge Royal Court member who worked jointly with the former and current Monarchs."

According to the same source, this member is one of the handful retiring from their position.

Queen Nora and King Frederick Cambridge in the back courtyard of King Bertrum St. Agarlo Hospital for the Queen's highly-recommended fresh air break

Paparazzi Photos of Queen Nora At KBSA Hospital Leaked

This news comes after the paparazzi photo leak of the King and Queen in the backyard courtyard of KBSA Hospital, showing a sickly Queen Nora. With the anticipation of Queen Nora's second child, the source shares their worries for the Monarch.

"The use of FEA drugs in the Cambridge family typically ended well, but this case in particular worries me very much. Them doing this to the Queen was likely without her knowledge and done with no regard to her medical needs and health. We saw with her first pregnancy, with just one child, that she had to be admitted to KBSA Hosptial due to hematemesis. While the King and Queen did knowingly plan to have a second child, they did not plan for Gloria to intervene and potentially add a second baby to her pregnancy. "Sadly, Gloria is the type of person who wouldn't see any issue with it on the basis that she was already pregnant on her own free will. This lineage favors large families and, for whatever reason, Gloria cannot let the idea of a traditional household go."

#sims 4 royal simblr #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royal story #sims 4 royal legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #sims 4 family #sims 4 #sims 4 series

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applesap-fics · 2 years

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Day 9 - Present

G, 500 words, Casita & the Madrigals

Casita comes filled with grains, corn and sugarcane seeds, and enough little rooms among the two-floor building to house a village. Which it does, the first few years. It’s bigger on the inside.

The town doesn’t ask how it is possible that the Martinezes can throw out nets along the freshwater river shore and expect prawns nearly every season, or how Osma can have a school of corydoras dancing up and down the glass of her aquarium when — as far as the town is geographically aware — they are nowhere near the Magdalene. (Golden Rams, however, seem to be a recurring problem, which is no wonder: she’s been cursed by the Prophet, after all.)

It’s one of those things they can’t explain. It’s one of those things señora Madrigal says is a ‘blessing’. Meaning: it’s one of those things they can’t question or take for granted. What if they lose it?

Some years into their new lives, woodworkers stumble upon a metal ore in the miracle-raised mountains. Pepa is given a long shapely copper wind meter that whirls in her room whenever she’s anxious. And later, it gives her a gold ring from a man who will never mind her rains and storms and will let the weather vane fly off its axis and into someone’s roof if it’ll make his wife happy.

It’s a treat when the triplets open their doors for the first time. Julieta's room greets her with books on medicinal herbs and lost family recipes. They’re shelved under the top rows of anatomical essays, which she finally gets to once she’s older and far more curious about the boring-looking covers. A garden of edible flowers — roses, violas, hibiscus, lavender — later inspires the gift of her eldest daughter. Especially when Isabela sees her mami arrange them so artfully on a dish.

When watching the young Madrigal boy put on his spectacular shows for his fantastical prophecies, Señor Lopez sees that same flair and eye for dramatics he recognizes in himself when he sings his comedic cuplés. So he gifts Bruno King Lear, his favorite and the sole survivor of his collection back at home (what has become of the rest, he can only mournfully guess; nothing good). Bruno loves it too, and the day after he’s finished it, Bruno wakes up to find the writer's entire bibliography on his bookshelves. Casita has no costumes or podium, though. Not until Camilo opens his door.

Isabela’s ever-growing tower has a soft foundation of soil. Dolores’ studio keeps her occupied for days; clicking, strumming, humming her sonatas. Luisa, in one of her fancies, does maybe spend a bit too much time admiring, after a workout, her triceps in the rosegold mirror. Mirabel has her fabrics and her sewing machine and no need for much else, except maybe a few more open doors.

So many presents can’t possibly be meant for one family alone. Therefore it is only right, Alma Madrigal's guilty conscience says, that her house should give it all back.

#encanto #encantober #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #sigh... all the grandkids....#drabble

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hourglass-dreams · 1 year

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Songs I associate with the Madrigals💖

Abuela Alma:

(This reminds me of her and Pedro. 💔. Also I didn't know what else to put 😭)

Julieta:

Pepa:

Bruno:

Isabela:

Dolores:

Luisa:

(What Surface Pressure should've been 🥱)

Camilo:

Mirabel:

Antonio:

I will do the husbands and Mariano next ✌️

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #Spotify

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 2 years

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Mirabel dragged Bruno into Casita’s courtyard as she and the rest of the family placed some old photo albums on the floor. The Madrigals just celebrated Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno's fifty-first birthday, and it was a big celebration because it was their first birthday in ten years they got to celebrate with Bruno. After a big day of the grandkids putting on a talent show for the triplets and the rest of the Encanto, and eating the most delicious cake Agustin and Felix made by themselves (although it took quite a while, but it was worth it), they decided it was time to relax and look back on some old memories after the rest of the Encanto left.

Alma wiped some dust off of the first album and opened it. The first photo she came across was of the triplets on their first birthday, with their faces smothered in cake. “Did you have to start off with that one?” Julieta said as she attempted to hold in a laugh.

“Don’t act like you three were not the cutest babies. I wish I could carry you three in my arms one more time,” Alma responded as she gave Julieta a hug. She could not help but hug her mother back, even though seeing her one-year-old self with a face full of cake still embarrassed her a little bit.

Bruno could not help but laugh at the fact that he was completely knocked out in the cake while his sisters were still stuffing their faces. “Even back then, all I wanted to do was sleep,” he pointed out.

Julieta and Pepa laughed. “Either that or you just wanted to hog the cake from us,” Pepa added. Bruno playfully nudged her and Pepa did so back.

Right below that picture was another picture of Pepa and Bruno at Dr. Martinez’s office when they were seven years old. Pepa was sitting in the sensory swing next to Dr. Martinez, laughing and not knowing her picture was being taken, and Bruno was in front of Dr. Martinez, looking away from the camera in his infamous deer-in-the-headlights look.

“I remember that sensory swing!” Mirabel exclaimed once she saw the picture. That was the same sensory swing she sat in the first time she saw Dr. Ortega.

“...You do?” Bruno said.

“We completely forgot to tell you, Brunito! Mirabel started seeing Dr. Ortega shortly after her gift ceremony. She’s still seeing her,” Julieta explained when she realized.

Bruno smiled and gave his youngest niece a hug. “That explains so much; how you’ve grown so much as a person.”

“I don’t think I would’ve been able to save the miracle if it weren’t for her.”

Isabela brought out another photo album and opened it to a picture of her, Julieta, and Agustin at her 4.0 breakfast when she was a senior in high school. While it brought back a lot of memories, Isabela could not decide whether to smile or frown at it.

“What’s the matter, Isa?” Luisa asked when she noticed her older sister’s face.

“It’s just that… whenever I see any of my high school pictures, I can’t help but think about how much pressure was put on me to maintain my 4.0 GPA and become valedictorian of my class,” Isabela answered.

Luisa and Mirabel hugged Isabela once she admitted that. She never admitted to the amount of pressure the rest of the family was putting on her when she was a teenager. But after she spoke up, she felt a lot better.

Isabela turned the page in the album and came across a picture of her and Dolores at their first dance recital when they were three. Julieta was holding Isabela and Pepa was holding Dolores, each daughter hugging their mothers. The picture below showed Isabela and Dolores on stage at their violin recital when they were fifteen. Pepa and Dolores came closer when Isabela showed the pictures to her tia and prima.

“I can’t believe how much we’ve grown since then,” Dolores pointed out.

“Seeing you girls on stage reminded us of our old dance and music recitals,” Pepa said as she opened another photo album of her and Julieta after their first dance recital from when they were three years old. Right below that picture was of the triplets with Agustin and Felix backstage at a spring orchestra concert when they were in high school.

“It turned out our oldest daughters would have more in common with us than we would later realize,” Julieta said as Alma turned the page of her photo album and came across a picture of the triplets’ high school freshman pictures. All three of them were in their special outfits that Alma picked out just for them on their first high school picture day. Mirabel looked at the picture and noticed her mother with a short haircut just like hers.

“Mama, I know you mentioned a lot that I look just like you when you were my age, but this picture confirms it,” Mirabel said as she looked at the picture. Julieta gave her daughter a hug from the back and peeked at the picture.

She laughed and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. “I have another picture in this box that may confirm it even more.” Julieta brought out a box that said “Julieta and Agustin” on it, and took out a picture of her behind Agustin, when Julieta was seventeen and Agustin was sixteen, wearing his glasses. Mirabel laughed as Julieta gave her the picture.

“I wanted to try on your papa’s glasses just to see how they felt. I had to take them off after only five minutes because my eyes were hurting, but Pepa was able to snap a picture before they would take a toll.”

Mirabel giggled as she held up the picture. “You look even more like me than in the other one, Mama,” Mirabel pointed out.

Julieta then took out a picture of Mirabel in front of Casita after it was rebuilt. She put the picture next to the one of her in Agustin’s glasses, and attempted to hold in a giggle when she realized she basically gave birth to herself. Mirabel began to laugh too as she and her mother shared another hug.

“Speaking of; Tonito, I want to show you a few pictures that I think you would love,” Felix interrupted.

Antonio wriggled out of Mirabel’s arms and over to his father, who just took out another photo album he kept for many years. “I wanted to show this album because I still have a lot of pictures of Pepi and me, but this picture is for you.”

Felix turned to a page to reveal his Pre-K graduation picture. Antonio stared at the picture for thirty seconds once he came to the realization. “Papa; you look just like me.”

Felix then took out the picture of Antonio at his gift ceremony and put it next to his picture. He was a spitting image of his son, with the same eyes, same afro, same nose, and even the same smile. Antonio crawled over to his father and gave him a hug.

Pepa tapped on Julieta’s shoulder. When Julieta turned around, Pepa held another box that said “Pepa and Felix” on it. Pepa opened the box to reveal all the pictures she saved of her relationship, although hers was slightly fuller than Julieta’s.

Camilo could not help but blush and attempt to sneak out of the room. He was immediately caught and Felix pulled his arm back to where he was sitting. “Come on, mama; do you have to show off you and papa as teenagers?”

“I treasure every part of my relationship with your papa, Cami. You’ll understand when you get married,” Pepa answered as she took out the first picture she found.

Felix noticed the picture Pepa took out and shed one tear. They were both in their early twenties, and their faces were close to the camera as they were squishing each other’s cheeks. Pepa and Felix could not help but laugh as they looked at the picture.

“I don’t think there’s a single serious picture of just the two of us,” Felix pointed out as he noticed the box was filled with pictures of just them being silly.

“That just means I’m most comfortable being myself around you,” Pepa responded as she continued to dig through the box. “Speaking of…”

Pepa found another picture of her and Felix and gave it to him. She was about sixteen years old and Felix was about seventeen, and Felix was tickling Pepa’s stomach while she was laughing, with her big, bright smile showing off her tooth gap, her nose scrunched up, and her nostrils mid-flair.

“This was the first time I showed off my teeth in a picture in a long time. I was always made fun of because of my tooth gap when I was little.”

“I wanted to show her how beautiful her smile was, how I saw her smile.” Felix then leaned over towards Dolores and Camilo. “Your mama is also very ticklish, and she hates admitting this, but she loves being tickled, so Julieta, Bruno, and I took that as an opportunity to show her. Julieta and Bruno snapped this picture without her knowing while I was tickling her.”

“Once Felix showed me the picture, that was when I started to see my smile the way he saw it. I mean, I could never help but smile full-out when he’s around, but this was when I truly began to love my smile again.”

Pepa and Felix looked at each other and giggled before they moved closer to each other and hugged tightly. Camilo rolled his eyes at the sight of his parents being all lovey-dovey again. Dolores nudged her little brother and stared at him.

“Camilo! Look at this!” Mirabel said as she skimmed through Alma’s photo album and came across a picture of her and Camilo when they were four years old. Camilo leaned over and saw the picture. It was of her and Mirabel sitting in the backyard, giggling while attempting to give each other bunny ears and leaning away from each other. Camilo giggled once he saw the picture, then shed a tear.

“You know, Mirabel. I miss when we were this close. I know Abuela has often pulled me away since my gift ceremony to help the village, but to be honest, I really just wanted to play with you. But I never got the chance to since then because I would always come home exhausted and wanting to eat something or go to sleep.” Mirabel also began to cry and gave her cousin a hug. Camilo smiled and hugged Mirabel back.

Bruno leaned over to look at the picture Mirabel and Camilo were referring to. “Why does that picture look so familiar?”

Julieta and Pepa also leaned over to look at the picture. Pepa gasped and skimmed through another photo album, until she found a picture of her and Bruno when they were four years old in Casita’s backyard in the exact same pose. Bruno looked at the picture and cried once Pepa revealed the picture.

“That reminded me of how close we used to be when we were that age too,” Pepa said as she hugged her brother.

Bruno looked at the picture again and cried. “I… felt like such a bad son, brother, and uncle around the time Camilo and Mirabel were born. I haven’t been interacting with you all that much since then and… I feel like my relationship with all of you has been strained. So when I left ten years ago, I thought none of you would miss me.”

Alma was the first to cry when her son admitted that and gave him a hug. “Brunito, you were never a bad son.”

“Or a bad brother,” Pepa admitted.

“Or a bad uncle,” Mirabel also admitted.

“We never stopped loving you, and we missed you that whole time. I just had a hard time admitting it for a while. I didn’t want to think about the fact that you were gone, so I just pushed any thoughts of you aside,” Alma continued.

“I’m going to be honest; I wasn’t really all that angry about the whole wedding thing. I just felt pressured to be angry at you for something, and used the wedding as a scapegoat,” Pepa added as she moved over to Bruno and gave him a hug.

The rest of the family cried and gave Bruno a hug. “I know you had to have some hard conversations with us in the past, but that doesn’t mean you make bad things happen,” Dolores said as she let out a tiny sniffle.

“It just means that the truth can hurt sometimes, and the only thing we can do is accept it,” Julieta continued.

As all the Madrigals squeezed Bruno in a group hug, he held out a picture that Alma just developed shortly before the trip down memory lane. He held the picture up to reveal it was of him, Juleita, and Pepa from earlier today with their cheeks squished together and big smiles, behind the cake Agustin and Felix made and their faces covered in whipped cream after being pied by the children during their talent show’s grand finale. The rest of the family leaned over to see the picture.

“I’m pretty sure this was the happiest you’ve been in a picture,” Pepa mentioned.

“Really?” Bruno asked.

He began to rummage through all the photo albums and noticed that in every picture he was smiling in, it was nothing more than a slight smirk. Just like Pepa, he never showed his teeth when smiling. However, unlike Pepa, it has lasted all throughout his life.

Bruno has not noticed this until now. He was never aware of how he was smiling like Pepa was. “I guess that was the happiest I’ve been in years.”

“I think we can see why,” Isabela said.

“This was the first birthday in ten years you had with your family,” Luisa continued.

xx1“Plus, you realized we all love you and missed you,” Camilo mentioned.

The Madrigals squeezed Bruno tighter and he could not help but smile wider than he ever has. Julieta and Pepa were on each side of him, and Agustin and Felix were right next to their wives. All of his nieces and nephews were surrounding them and Alma was hugging all three of her children.

“Feliz cumpleanos, mijos,” Alma said as she squeezed the triplets tight.

“Feliz cumpleanos,” said the rest of the family.

Bruno wriggled his arm out of the group hug for one moment to put the picture into Alma’s photo album. Today was a memory that was worth remembering for years, and the whole family, even Bruno, knew it.

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themountainsays · 2 years

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Incest Guilt

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Isalores x Marianolores x Marisa

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Dolores wasn’t a stranger to secrets and lies. Her uncle in a wall? We don’t talk about Bruno. So…. Secret. What Maria Martinez and Olivia Rodriguez did together while their husbands were out working? No your wives aren’t screwing each other. Lie. Does Dolores love Isabella? Secret. Does Dolores love Mariano? Lie.

Pretty Simple, right?

Wrong. Absolutely, one hundred percent, WRONG. Because it’s hard to keep a secret when all you want to do is tell your not really okay crush that they are beautiful. That they’re perfect- especially when it’s those moments where Abuela decisions aren’t affecting her.

When Isabella wears that charming smile with her dimples and her eyes closed ever-so-slightly. When she and her are sitting so close that if Dolores would lean in just a little more.

But that’s not okay. So she shoves the feelings deep inside. Remembering her love is betrothed already. She continues about her day, adding more secrets and lies to her ever-expanding list of them.

Afterall, Isabella was out of her league even if they weren’t related.

Then Mirabel and Casita, and the candle all went nuts. Broke apart sending everyone into a frenzy, getting Isabella’s engagement terminated, her own courtship with Mariano started, and the rebuilding of their house. There was so much in so little of a time span that she forgot, if only for a little bit, everything she had to hide.

And Mariano noticed.

She liked him, truly.

“But I’m not the one you love, am I?” He says and her heart stops. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

“No, nonononono, pot favor Mariano,” She begs, “don’t tell anyone. Please. They’d hate me. She’d hate me!” Mariano looked down at her, saddened for himself and for her.

“I think….” He says. “You need to look as well as you hear. Look at her. And promise you’ll try.”

“Mariano-!”

“Thank you Dolores. But it’s time we broke this off.”

Her heart hurts. She doesn’t know why. She tells her family that they broke it off.

They weren’t in love so why did it hurt so much?

Dolores went back to work soon enough. Her list expanding even more. But she kept noticing random flowers and bouquets would appear as she was walking around. When Isabella was in her sight, she could see the love- her prima, her cousin- go all out like she was showing off for someone.

And after Isa would come and ask her about the performance and she’d tell the other girl that she was as beautiful as always.

Though she’d deserve it. Loving her cousin like this.

The days continued, Mariano was nice enough to remain friends with her. He’d still keep asking if she told Isabella yet but the answer was always the same.

“No and I won’t. I- I couldn’t bear it if she was disgusted with me. Worse if… if she hated me.”

Maybe she should pull a Bruno. She could definitely do it better. She could escape before anyone could find her with her hearing.

She had to start avoiding Isabella. It hurt her to be around the other girl.

Isabella has had enough! It’s been two weeks since she had last seen Dolores. Since her last attempt to court her.

The eldest Madrigal grandkid marched across the hall to her Primas room. She has spent her life being scared and being “Little Miss Perfect” and she’d be damned before she let the only light in her life go like this.

She threw open the door, Dolores jumping in shock, and came in.

“Dolores. We need to talk, now.”

kmflknaFnfklfn omg mylo i love this dsnsnjfsnjsk Dolores my baby 😭😭😭 i hope her hot cousin kisses some sense into her 😭😭😭

#madrigalcest #isalores #shipcest #ahh

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cannibalthoughts · 1 year

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I posted 509 times in 2022

That's 509 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (18%)

416 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@madrigaljail

@captaincravatthecapricious

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I tagged 494 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#encanto - 428 posts

#bruno madrigal - 267 posts

#not my fic - 119 posts

#mirabel madrigal - 63 posts

#my fic - 59 posts

#pepa madrigal - 45 posts

#alma madrigal - 42 posts

#julieta madrigal - 40 posts

#encantober - 37 posts

#antonio madrigal - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#storms will pass spent 5k as ''pepa almost leaves'' before i figured out the title though so. i accept that this is who i am as a person

My Top Posts in 2022:

Five months into both of her hijas’ first pregnancies, Alma found the nursery door wide open and Julieta standing inside, looking down at the crib that had been gathering dust since its stint being loaned out to the youngest Martinez child. In her hands was something soft, pale blue, and achingly familiar.

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Kicking off Encantober with some Alma POV!

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For the leftie Bruno discourse: he puts his fork on the left of his plate

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Other favorite ideas about where Bruno slept in his tower:

There’s a bedroom at the top of the stairs somehow, so he had to climb like 50 stories every night

Right there in the antechamber when you first open his door. Villager comes by and the Literal Prophet is taking a nap. His head is next to the pillow, which is instead covered in rats

In the sand

Who needs a bedroom? Yeah sure, he’ll look at the future, but you have to find him first. It changes every night and he’s got insomnia so “night” is used very loosely here. Good luck.

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My #1 post of 2022

From page 162 of the artbook.

The family & house are tied together. If the family has problems so does the house.

Cracks - Visual representation of family problems. - A “symptom” of the family’s dysfunction

And like the family, Casita internalizes these problems, presenting a perfect facade while she crumbles apart. We only see the extent of the damage when Mirabel enters the walls. But before we see the spackle, there’s something else broken inside their home:

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #the leftie bruno discourse that turned into place setting discourse XD

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madrigaljail · 2 years

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A Prophet In His Own Land chapter 3 nattering

Because I need to organize thoughts before I get going. Sorta-spoilers/things which I am 100% sure need to happen are under the cut:

Overall needs more rats and telenovelas, who the hell is this guy. Also at some point I need to invoke the Bible verse the title comes from I hope y’all have googled it.

I have a decade to morph Bruno from annoyingly stable to the canon’s shitshow. How do. Well obviously there’s violence, I mean that’s guaranteed, but who/why. Don’t let the kids see. He is p. fucked in the head still. Backsliding? That’d do it. Doubling down on tics and pulling away Just In Case.

Anyway, the wedding. The cute thing w/Tori and being Lu’s godparents because d’aww. This chapter is getting A Softer Prologue My Love.

Isa and Dolores’ prophecy. Involuntary?? Would he do it if they asked (no, also side rant omfg this BUGS ME canon why, Isa’s I get but not Lolo, there is no way he’d lay THAT on a literal child UGH). Go the Lolo being into it at first route, or invoke Wrath of Pepa prompting more withdrawal?

The Bit With Mirabel’s Ceremony/Vision. Obligatory agonizing over going into the walls. I am so bored by this, maybe skip it lmao.

Wall things: concurrent with Talk of the Town, reacting to the granary fire + Antonio + the cruel irony of the vision of his happy family not being what he thought it was. Which I’m pretty sure is the flaw of my Bruno, what he thinks he Sees isn’t what happens, he misinterprets a lot. Maybe projecting some vague “stop having bad visions!” and trying to be optimistic but getting smacked down for his efforts. Or maybe it’s just a thing he did for a bit after el bruno loco, dragging himself out of misery by purposely trying to spin a Good story, and something (Bisabeula Martinez dying at Luisa’s birthday party, cough cough) sent him back into assuming the worst. Hmm hmm hmmmmm.

Post-canon self-indulgent touch-starved sweetness. I refuse to regret anything. Also extremely self-indulgent murdering Mercedes with words. “You know what I’ve always found funny?” oh YES. And Helena’s amazing closure, I cannot wait. MURAL DO-OVER.

The triplet’s 50th birthday no I don’t care what Jared says as far as I’m concerned Alma rounded up. Scene at the bridge mirroring/healing the 20th anniversary mess? Bring Jose (+ a new group of refugees) back for shits and giggles yes/hell yes/fuck yes???

Epilogue of Dolores and Mariano’s wedding. Happy endings all around, sorry guys I don’t have it in me to do anything but close on gentle fluff. All of these idiots have earned it as far as I’m concerned.

#the madrigal in-laws #my writing #wait you guys PLAN your fics?

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Señorita Perfecta Isabela, I'm very curious what kind of songs do you like? Not that I'm very bored and want some new songs in my playlist

Ooh, I have a lot of songs that I like!

My favorite song by far is Little Miss Perfect by Joriah Kwame and Taylor Louderman! And its sequel song Ordinary also struck a chord with me! It really helped me to come to terms with the fact that I am a lesbian...and gave me hope that Monika and I will last as a happy couple! Don't tell Mirabel and Camilo I said that, though.

I also like the song Show and Tell by Melanie Martinez! I listen to her with my primo and prima-hermana all the time, and I love all her music! But this one is my favorite because it truely struck a chord with me, you know, perfectionism and putting up a front for others like a carnival attraction and all.

(as a side note, please don't call me Senorita Perfecta anymore? It's an insult mi hermanita used against me and I really don't like it, I no longer see myself as perfect and the fact that I'm still viewed that way by some really brings up some rather unsavory memories of the mask I was forced to adorn myself with. ty in advance. ;) )

But anyway, the final songs I like are Oh No by Marina! And the Diamonds(makes me think of what would happen if I had stayed pretending to be perfect! 0_0), and Angry Too by Lola Blanc.

Hope this helps you to feed your starved playlist! ;3

#isabela madrigal #isabela my beloved #isabela is best girl #encanto #encanto roleplay #isabela madrigal roleplay #these are songs that i put in my playlist about myself at least #i've discovered that i really like mel and marina #anyway enjoy #wait why do you wanna be mi primo's shovel #what shovel are you even talking about that sounds a little weird #iwannabecamiloshovel

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shows-i-like · 13 days

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Random, but a list of playlists I have on my Spotify account (kahoot music intenifies) but only character playlist

Velvet and veneer

Luke castellan betrayal

Alyssa del Edenverre

Arlecchino

Calrisse la rue

Columbina

Constance blackwood

Cure fortune

Cure honey

Cure lovely

Cure princess

Cure unlovly

Evil seiji

The Fontaine twins

Furina

Homura akemi

Jane doe

Kyoko Sakura

Madoka Kaname

Makoto naegi

Mami tomoe

Marianne del Edenverre

Mastermind makoto

Melanie martinez

Mikan tsumiki

Mirabel

Micha

Mobius (honkai)

Mount rageous

Fav honkai songs

Nahida

Noel Gruber

Ocean

Queen mirage

Raiden Ei

Ricky

Ritzneer

Robin

The Saint Cassian chamber choir

Seiji

Selena Beauregard

Sparkle

Steven universe

Velvet

Veneer

Venti

Zhongli

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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For @ellipsis-dotdotdot, based on the prompt: “one of the Pedro Lives!Isabelas running away, if you please?”

I went with Fracture AU.

Isabela plans to run away. Thoughts of identity, change and freedom.

(As she’s kicked out anyways in Imperfect, her disappearance wouldn’t be noticed; and Luminous Isabela would be very open about it and that takes away the drama).

Comments are always appreciated.

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Perfect Practiced Poses

While flittering around Antonio’s party, one question pops into her mind.

She had passed a group of kids talking, describing each of the gifted Madrigals - their traits and abilities - only for Isabela to wonder the same thing.

Of course, living in the family and outside of it warrant very different viewpoints from herself and the kids. And then there’s the age and education differences too. But one thing remains the same:

Who is Isabela Madrigal?

She was never herself for more than two minutes.

She was everyone else on a daily basis. It was brief, it was harmless, it was helpful, it was fun. And she didn’t mind that.

She was the echo of her late Abuela. As far as appearance was considered. She was the only resemblance of her left - Isabela had destroyed the one portrait years ago.

Despite their strained relationship, Abuelo often had her painted or photographed. Just so he had something to remember his beloved Alma by.

At the same time, he had her shapeshifting as much as possible. Not only while working, but even just at home. Just so he didn’t have to have a reminder of what he’d lost. Just so he didn’t have to see her face of anger and hatred.

And she did mind that.

Not at first. No, she could understand. If she lost a loved one, it would be hard for her too. And she was a child, who didn’t look to much like her at that point.

But as she got older and her sympathy for such a terrible person wore incredibly thin, she really started to mind.

Why are the Madrigals always going to church with Señora Alonso?

How lucky for Señorita Martinez to be invited to dinner at La Casa Madrigal!

It is so considerate of Isabela to change her appearance for her poor Abuelo!

The whisperings of the townspeople didn’t help either. She knows they mean well. To an outsider, it must be strange or compassionate (that Pedro does not deserve).

She is so sick of it.

She’d do anything to put an end to it.

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It was a day like any other.

“Okay, everyone to the table. Now.” Abuelo called as he stepped outside. The family fell into line as usual. Or most of them, anyways. “I said now, Luisa.”

“Ah well, I was just—”

“Now means now.”

Luisa stopped talking and took her seat with the others.

“You aren’t still making stuff up about the cracks?” Camilo whispered, leaning up to his cousin. “Like it was a good joke and seeing Abuelo yell at Mirabel was utterly hilarious - highlight of the evening if you ask me - but it’s kinda dry now.”

“Will you two shut up? I can’t hear.” Isabela, who was unfortunately sat on Camilo’s other side, grumbled.

“I wasn’t even talking!”

“LUISA!”

Her sister slowly turned around, eye-twitching under the confused and irritated gazes of the rest of the family from her outburst.

Abuelo sighed with disappointment. “Luisa, if you are struggling to act properly at the table, perhaps it is best you sit closer to the front, where I can keep an eye on you. Casita?”

Before Luisa could make an argument, Casita shifted her chair. The seating plan rearranging itself to leave her directly beside the patriarch.

“As I was saying,” he said. “Antonio’s gift could not have come at a more perfect time. But we should not take our miracle for granted, so today we will work twice as hard.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” offered an enthusiastic Luisa. “Isabela would benefit greatly from my—”

“In case it wasn’t clear for some of us, the non-gifted family members will be staying at home to complete their usual chores.”

With a hard glare, Luisa changed her focus onto drinking her coffee.

Pedro took a breath, standing up. “In other news, how goes our arrangement with the Guzmáns?”

Isabela opens her mouth, but doesn’t get the chance to answer herself.

“Dolores?” He inquired.

The woman paused. Her irises briefly flashed red. “I foresee that he is going to propose tonight, with a song on the piano that he has composed himself. And I see five cribs.”

Isabela felt her soul leave her body.

“Five new blessings? At least we’ll get some use out of Isabela. Thank you, Dolores. That will be all. There will be lots to prepare for tonight - Isabela, you’ve dropped your form. Control yourself. …Back to the point, Antonio, this is a wonderful opportunity to make the most out of your new gift. You can help your father with the decorations.”

“Okay, Abuelo!” Antonio beamed, orange flowers blossoming in hair in excitement.

“Our community is counting on us. ¡La familia Madrigal!”

“¡La familia Madrigal!”

Isabela doesn’t blame Mariano.

Not at all.

She blames her family.

She gets made to hold some random townsperson’s form at every meal - she isn’t allowed to be herself - and nobody has defended her or pointed out this unreasonable request of Abuelo’s.

She is getting made to marry and produce more little miracles because she isn’t useful at anything else, and nobody has thought to ask how she feels about it all.

Hell, Pedro has her valued like a donkey at market and nobody is even batting an eye!

The bitter irony is not lost on Isabela.

Her parents are always praised, both inside the family and out, by what great parents they are.

The greatest parents of all of Encanto… One daughter who is only useful as a wife and mother or when she’s anyone but herself. One daughter who has absolutely no worth at all. One daughter who barely associates herself as part of the family now.

This house is a fucking nightmare.

No wonder Bruno left.

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January 1940

“What do you think would happen if we left?”

The question takes her sister by shock.

The eight-year-old arched a brow. “You mean like… running away? Like Tío Bruno did?”

“Luisa, you aren’t suppose to say that!” Mirabel gasped in horror, replicating the shushing motion the adults often did by pressing a finger to Luisa’s lips.

“Yeah,” Isabela nodded. She looked up at the mountains. “When I’m suppose to be listening to the teacher, I think about it. What I’d take. How I’d do it. Where I’d go. …Don’t you ever think of just packing a bag and running away?”

“No! You can’t do that! You’d be in so much trouble!” Mirabel was completely appalled. Age four and her moral compass was already developed.

“You’d die, sis.” Chimes Luisa. “Nobody knows what’s out there - except bad people. That’s how Abuela died.”

“Not even just running away… what if we were just a normal family? Without gifts?”

Luisa shifted away.

“You’re asking the wrong people, Bela. I am normal and Mirabel doesn’t have a gift yet.”

The ten-year-old looked guilty. “Right. My bad. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Luisa questions, hurt.

Nobody said anything.

“Say sorry, Isa,” Mirabel offers, helpfully, from where she’s sat in Luisa’s lap. “Sorry makes everything better. That’s what Mama says.”

“…Luisa, I’m—”

“No. I don’t wanna hear it.” Luisa grumbled.

Luisa stands up then, setting Mirabel aside.

“Where are you going?” Isabela asks, after a beat.

“Inside,” she huffs. “I got homework to do.” Isabela has a feeling that Luisa might be lying; just wants an excuse to leave.

Mirabel squeaked, “Can I come too? Can I help, Luisa?”

Luisa nods, holding out an open hand for Mirabel to take. They start walking.

Isabela pulls herself to her feet and runs after them. “I could help,” she suggests, as a way of an apology. And she’d like to think she is going to be more help than a kid who hasn’t yet started school. “I mean, I probably did it a few years ago, when I was your age.”

Her sister just growls at her. “Don’t you have magic stuff to be doing, princesa?”

With that, they were gone and Isabela was left alone.

She really doesn’t belong anywhere, does she?

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Screw it, Isabela thinks.

There’s nothing for her here.

And if Bruno managed to leave, why couldn’t she do the same?

She packs a bag - money, some clothes, some food and drinks. She won’t need much else.

She shifts into some random townsperson before leaving her (soundproof) room for the last time. The rest of the family are busy working, as usual.

And starts walking. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but anything would be better than here.

She barely makes it through one street before a man is already coming to greet her.

“Ah, Isabela! I was wondering if you could help me with my door again?” He asked. “It appears to have gotten stuck and I could use another me to help balance it.”

“I’m not Isabela.” She replied, waving him off.

“Uh… yes, you are?”

Isabela turned on her heel, ready to argue that she definitely was Señora Alonzo, but only caught that flash of indigo fabric and black hair as she did.

“What the fuck?” She questioned, looking down at her own hands.

She hadn’t changed back into her own form.

She headed up to the nearby bride, dropping her bag to the side for a moment. She leaned over and looking at her own rippled reflection in the water.

“What the fuck!?” She said again, louder this time.

She kept repeating the phrase as she tried concentrating on shifting but her reflection didn’t change once. It stayed perfectly the same.

She couldn’t even get rid of her mole.

Her outburst had clearly spooked off the man who had asked for her help, as she found herself alone. Carefully examining and prodding each part of her features, only for nothing to change.

Or she thought she was alone.

“Hey, Isabela! Am I glad I found you! I was just wondering if you maybe knew something about the magic last night?”

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