#mirabel needs a hug

[catastrouge]

if anything bad ever happens to her I will kill everyone in the encanto and then myself.

#encanto #disney #mirabel madrigal #encanto mirabel #mirabel needs a hug #i love her #WAY TOO MUCH

[biographydivider]

Whatever you do, don't spend today thinking about how Bruno watched Mirabel go into Isabela's room to save the miracle "with a huuug", went back into the walls, and didn't know anything else about the plot until the house started to break

Don't think about how, as far as Bruno knows (because What Else Can I Do? takes place outside and on Abuela's tower, where Bruno isn't) the cracks never started to heal

Don't think about how, as far as Bruno knows when he Jorge-yeets his way out the house, Mirabel failed, and he still gets on the horse and goes to defend her

Don't think about how no one else would have done that.

#encanto #encanto headcanon #Good tio Bruno #mirabel needs a hug

[bewilderduck-art]

mermayfication strikes again! keeping with the theme of mirabel being left out, here’s a reverse-little-mermaid piece because I felt like presenting an offering to all the feral encanto stans on here

#my art #digital art #art #character art #illustration #encanto #encanto fanart #encanto fandom #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #mermaid #mermay #mermay 2022 #mirabel needs a hug #pretty art #encanto au #fanart #fantasy #fantasy art

[meepxii]

i don't really know how is a Tumblr post supposed to work tbh, but i did another drawing of my PapaBrunoAU and wanted to show it.

it's in spanish btw bc i'm super stupid when it comes to translating euphemisms

#alternate universe #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto au #encanto fanart #fanart #madrigal encanto #mirabel encanto #mirabel madrigal #we don't talk about bruno #papa bruno au #bruno madrigal au #au #encanto bruno #encanto mirabel #little mirabel #mirabel needs a hug #bruno needs a hug

[justheweirdo]

If you haven’t done it yet, read “You Are My Sunshine” right here!

@sketchnwhatevr these drawings of yours inspired me to image the scene for the first chapter, thank you! Also, I love your drawings a lot :)

#encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno needs a hug #mirabel needs a hug #tio bruno #idk what tags to use

[kindaokaymaybe]

Mirabel my beloved

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #digital art #mirabel needs a hug

[jopatrx]

Make my family proud...

It's suppose to be Mother's day... angst can't wait.

#encanto #encanto fanart #mirabel madrigal #madrigal sisters #julieta x agustin #mirabel encanto #mirabel madrigal fanart #encanto au #major character death #am i too late for a miracle #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto angst #angst #dead mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #mirabel madrigal angst

[hourglass-dreams]

HC: Mirabel has selective mutism.

Considering what her place is in the family in the first half of the movie and probably before, I could see this being a possibility..

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug

[alexoreality]

Encanto x One Piece AU where...

Luffy washes shore upon Colombia and somehow stumbles to Encanto.

Some shit happens and now the Madrigals think that Luffy is the Miracle Candle in human form, they think the candle is testing them!

AKA the movie plot is different because everyone's favorite rubberman is there.

#one piece au #one piece #encanto #mirabel needs a hug #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #monkey d. luffy #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal #pedro madrigal

[raiseaglasstofreedomcosplay]

"Who I am inside, so what can I do?

I'm sick of waiting on a miracle, so here I go

I am ready, come on, I'm ready

I've been patient, and steadfast, and steady

Bless me now as you blessed us all those years ago

When you gave us a miracle

Am I too late for a miracle?

(Ph by John_Brick on ig)

#mirabel cosplay #mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #encanto #encanto cosplay #disney encanto #encanto fandom #waiting on a miracle #disney cosplay #lin manuel miranda

[lizzywrites1]

After she didn't receive a gift, Mirabel has a nightmare that shakes her to her core. She seeks comfort and reassurance from her parents and finds that no matter what, they'll always choose her.

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #encanto #its just a drabble #it isn't anything crazy #i put it on AO3 becuase i can #...so there it is #hope you like it #if not then okay #much love #i love these three

[beewitched47]

#camilo madrigal #encanto #encanto mirabel #mirabel needs a hug #bruno madrigal #the madrigals

[biographydivider]

Psst. You after some of that real good Tio Bruno shit? Laced with a bit of angst? I gotchu.

I basically got in from work, dropped my stuff, and wrote this start to finish. Hope you enjoy, other fics are here, and all that jazz. 💚

There are many, many photographs in la Casa Madrigal. Fifty years of special occasions; fifty years of ‘We need a picture!’ Fifty years of poses, practiced and perfected until they come as easily as breath. Each picture, in their matching frames and their carefully chosen positions throughout the house, is a portrait of a family that only existed in certain angles, in certain lights. There is one photograph, however – tucked away in a drawer deep inside the bowels of the house, away from water damage and the destructive habits of rats, kept safely between the pages of a heavy novel to stop the edges curling – that tells a very different story.               It was official: Bruno was an awful person.

              He was having a…let’s say a weird day. A weird week. Alright, fine; a weird month. His head was all fuzzy, his temper was short no matter how many cups of coffee or heaped spoonfuls of arequipe he tried to drown it in, he woke up every morning with barely enough strength to lift his head after having another night of sleep visions. Nothing had caused it; so far as he was aware. He just had low moods, sometimes. But four weeks was a long time for him. He was getting annoyed with it, now; which made his mood even worse. Definitely not the day to ask for a vision.               He’d barely been listening when Gustavo Torres had been talking his ear off with his request. Something something wedding anniversary, something something perfect gift, blah blah blah. Bruno had suggested they make an appointment the next day, when he was (hopefully) a little fresher. Gustavo had insisted he come up to La Casita then and there. Bruno had told him today wasn’t an option. Gustavo had muttered something about how he couldn’t expect Bruno to understand how important anniversaries were anyway.               And Bruno might have said if Gustavo had to come to Bruno ‘perpetually single’ Madrigal for marriage advice that made him un marido de mierda and maybe Gustavo would be better off putting his mouth to work between Francisca’s legs than bothering Bruno with it.               And Mamá might have heard.               So now, Bruno had been sent back to the house to ‘cool off’. He was thirty-nine years old, and he’d just been grounded.               He kinda deserved it though, didn’t he? Wasn’t exactly like he was the innocent party, here. Loco Bruno Madrigal, snapping at some poor cabrón again. He knew what the town thought of him. And it wasn’t like it was all a lie, either. He knew he had a temper. And that he was weird. And he said things he shouldn’t say. And he wasn’t sure if he just couldn’t be better – just wasn’t up to being the person the Encanto expected him to be – or if he just didn’t want to put in the work. Maybe he was just broken like that.               He’d thrown himself into a seat at the breakfast table while his coffee brewed; maybe this one would be the magic cup that banished this dark cloud over his head. Which was how he could hear his sister and cuñado coming up the main path, trying to console a sobbing Mirabel. Bruno’s heart did a sharp little twist; he hated kids crying, especially when it was one of ‘his’ kids.               Julieta and Agustín rounded the corner of the house into the garden; Juli holding Mirabel in her arms, Gus making a beeline for the still-gently-steaming pot of coffee. He made meaningful eye contact, and Bruno waved a hand. Knock yourself out.               “Hey, kiddo,” Bruno said, abandoning his own cup to walk up to his sister and sobrina, “Whassamatter?”               “Tiiiooo Bruuuunoooo,” Mirabel keened, holding out her arms for Bruno to carry her, “I’s broked!”               “Broked? Nah, that can’t be right.” Bruno hefted her weight into a comfortable position, feeling her wet little face nuzzle into his neck. She was getting heavy, but Bruno wasn’t quite prepared to stop carrying her just yet. “Not my favourite lil’ muchacha…”               He made a quizzical face at Julieta, who sighed as she deflated into a chair. “We went for a visit to the doctors’ today, Tio Bruno.”               “For her eyes,” Agustín mouthed, tapping his glasses. Ah. Mirabel had been bumping into things recently, not recognising people if they were more than a few steps away. Agustín had had a suspicion she was nearsighted, like he was, and they’d been talking about getting her seen by a professional. Bruno guessed it hadn’t gone well. He rubbed Mirabel’s back as she cried. “S’alright, kiddo,” he murmured absently. “I’ve got you.”               “So Mirabel needs to go back to see Señor Solano in a few days to pick out some glasses,” Julieta explained, gratefully accepting a cup of coffee from her husband. “And I’ve promised her they don’t hurt, and she’ll be able to see much, much better.”               Mirabel wasn’t crying quite so hard now; but she was still making sad, snuffly noises into Bruno’s hair. “I’s broked,” she said again, little more than a whisper. “My eyes are broked.”               Ay Dios mio. If that didn’t just shatter Bruno’s heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Juli pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to start crying herself. “She’s been like this all morning,” she sighed, Agustín wrapping her arms around her shoulders and pressing a kiss into her hair. “She just keeps saying she’s broken, she’s broken.”               “And she was asking Señor Solano why her sisters don’t need glasses,” Agustín said, sitting down with his own cup of coffee. “How do you explain that to a four-year-old?”               Bruno squeezed Mirabel closer, as tight as he dared. Poor kiddo. This was not a familia that embraced the different very easily. He should know. Then, an idea came to him.               “Hey, mi vida,” he said, extracting her from her spot burrowed into his neck. She looked at him with bleary, tear-filled eyes. “D’you know your Tio Bruno’s eyes go funny sometimes, too?”               Mirabel scrunched up her face, thinking hard. “Mmmmmmaaaaybe, I thiiiinnnk…”               “Okay, s-so you don’t remember. Hold on.” Bruno plopped her down on the table and making for the house – for his tower. “Be right back.” ...               “Bruno…” Julieta began warily, as her brother zoomed past her with a bucket and a look of determination. He waved her off, pouring a rough circle of sand on the ground a safe distance from the breakfast table. Half as much as usual, so Mirabel could still see him without being inside the circle with him.               “Nah nah nah, Juli; I got this.”               Just a quick vision. Nothing too much, don’t scare her. Grab at one thread, one picture, and stop. You can do that, can’t you Brunito? You can do something right.               Bruno lit his little fires, took a deep breath, and began to focus on calling forth a vision; feeling that fast-spreading ache that meant his eyes were beginning to glow. Only seconds later, as the sand fell around him and a green tablet tumbled into his hand, he beamed up at his sobrina, still sitting on the table, staring at him. Off to one side of his vision was a green smudge, like an aura. His eyes burned; it felt like he’d been looking into the sun for too long. Stopping a vision after only just beginning was a weird, weird feeling. But it’d be worth it, if this worked.               “So, “ he said, waggling the tablet at Mirabel, “your Mamá is gonna make us enyucado for after dinner, tonight.”               Mirabel gasped, turning to look at Julieta. “Really, Mamá?!”               Julieta sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. “I was thinking about it. As a surprise.”               Bruno brushed the sand from his ruana and walked back over to Mirabel, hefting her onto his hip. “You see how my eyes glowed, muchacha?”               “Mm-hmm,” Mirabel nodded. “They went all; wooooo –”               She widened her eyes and stared off into the middle distance, expressionless. Did he really look like that? No wonder people were freaked out by him.               “But, hey,” Bruno asked, tapping Mirabel on the nose, “do you love your Tio Bruno any less?”               She didn’t even think about it. “No.”               “Do you think your Tio Bruno is broken?” he asked, cuddling her close, hiding the wince of pain when Mirabel’s forehead connected with his temple.               “Noooo…”               “Is your Tio Bruno still your favourite tio eeeveeerr?” Bruno asked, covering her cheeks with kisses.               “Noooo Tio Bruno, stooooopiittt…”               Bruno jostled her in his arms, suddenly serious as the grave. “Hey. Y-y’meant to say yes, kiddo.”               “Oh. Then yes.”               “So if I’m not broken, you’re not broken. Not ever. A-and if anyone says anything else, we’ll fight ‘em. Together. ‘kay?”               “’kay.”               “C’mere.”               Bruno squeezed her in one last, tight hug, then set her down. “You gonna go bully that primo of yours for a while?”               “Yeah!”               “Off you go then, kiddo.”               Mirabel ran full pelt towards the house; her father dashing off after her. “Miraboo be careful don’t trip on anything --!”               Bruno sunk back into his chair, grasping for his coffee cup, eyes pinched shut, allowing the mask to slip for a moment. Caffeine. Caffeine would make the pain go away. Notorious for helping with eye strain, was caffeine. As he sipped, he cracked one eye open to see Juli looking at him from across the table, deep in thought.               “What?”               “I wish you’d take your own advice sometimes, Brunito.”               “Whassat supposed to mean?”               “Nothing.” ...               “Go on; go show him.”               Bruno smiled at the sound of the rapid-fire stamp of his sobrina’s feet on the tiles heading his way. “Who could that be?” he wondered aloud. “A herd of rabid capybaras?”               “Noooo,” Mirabel said, throwing herself into the red, high-backed chair Bruno was lounging in, tucked just off to the side of the main hall. “It’s just meee!”               “Oh, it’s you. That’s good. A-and who are you, again?”               “I’m Mirabel!” the little girl giggled. “You’re being silly, Tio Bruno.”               Bruno smacked his forehead. “Oh yeah. Yeah, I-I remember.”               “Lookit, Tio Bruno! Lookit my glasses!”               Bruno pulled back to get a better look. She looked complete, somehow. Like she’d always been wearing glasses. He’d barely noticed them before – but, then again, she had just flung herself into his lap. Those sweet, familiar brown eyes blinked back at him, enlarged very slightly by the lenses. The frames were thin, round, made of wire and painted –               “Green!” Mirabel chirped. “I gots green glasses, Tio – ‘coz my eyes are like your eyes, and we’re not broked together!”               Bruno’s eyes started stinging again, but it was nothing to do with a vision. “Th-that’s great, kiddo,” he said, his voice thick. “They’re great, really suit you. Ah-hmmh.”               “Whas’ wrong?”               “Nothing, nothing. Frog in my throat.”               Julieta followed her daughter into the cubbyhole where Bruno’s red chair sat. “Abuela wants a picture of Mirabel in her new glasses for the wall,” she said. Bruno raised one eyebrow.               “You’re allowed to have the camera?”               Julieta rolled her eyes. “No. Of course not. Agustín is going to take the picture.”               Behind her, Agustín almost took out a rung of the banister, a plantpot, and himself with the tripod.               “But I thought you and Mirabel might like to take a photograph together first.”               “Yeah, why not? C’mon, kiddo. Let’s make it a good one.” Bruno lunged for the camera, wrestling it away from a protesting Agustín, and pressed it close to his and Mirabel’s faces.               “Ready? One, two, three…”               The flash temporarily blinded them both. But Juileta brought them both some leftover enyucado, which they ate together, sitting in the high-backed chair. On the arm of the chair, slowly developing, was an extreme close-up of Bruno and Mirabel’s faces, smushed together and grinning; One pair of green eyes, flecked with hazel and slightly manic, and one pair of warm, brown eyes, framed with green, happy for the first time in a week. They complimented each other perfectly.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #tio bruno #Bruno Madrigal #mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #bruno needs a hug #everyone needs a hug #grumpy Bruno #angst #hurt/comfort #pensandpizza

[lucianvoices]

#dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #mirabel madrigal #mirabel deserves better

[steamboatronnie]

Encanto Afterthoughts

- This is probably my new favorite Disney movie.

- I wanted to hug everyone, they are all so sad and have to deal with a LOT.

- As the eldest girl, I did not expect to relate to Luisa and Isabela so much but here we are. 

- They didn’t include Mirabel in family pictures up until she was 15 years old. I love my great-grandma (My family’s matriarch) but if she ever did that to me, I would have either never forgiven her or turned evil. Mirabel is a far better person than me in that regard

- I loved most of these characters. That being said, I still wanted Mirabel to throw hands with Isabela when she told Mirabel to apologize.

- Julieta asks Alma to be nice to Mirabel, a reasonable request that should have never been a request. 

- “Think about the family!” Is Mirabel not family Alma. 

- I forgive Alma but dang. That isn’t typical Disney mean adult, that’s real life mean adult.

- Antonio is adorable and I love him to bits.

- Bruno is a fantastic uncle. I might write a post about it later but he’s a good uncle and character.

- I like how the only adult person (besides Isabela) who has actual problems with Mirabel is Alma. Everyone else seems to like her and I bet Felix is a pretty awesome uncle.

- I want Camilo to be Mirabel’s best friend/cousin. He goes looking for her and also tries to help with the candle. 

#disney #encanto #disney afterthoughts #mirabel needs a hug #I'm hugging her in my mind

[justheweirdo]

They looked at the butterflies as they faded in the clear sky and Mirabel thought she must say something important to her abuela. Once out of the river, Mirabel spoke again, “Abuela…” she called with a quiet voice.

“Sí, mi amor?” she answered… she didn’t call her like that since her gift ceremony… she had never realized it, but… she had missed her abuela calling her that way.

“I don’t know if this is the right moment,” she began, taking Bruno’s letter out of her pocket, “But I think you need to read this,” she handed the folded paper to Alma.

“What’s this? You… you’ve pulled it out before, but I didn’t understand,” Alma said cautiously.

“It’s… it’s from Bruno, I found it in his… tower,” she revealed. Alma’s face went pale, “Brunito…” she whispered remorsefully, more to herself than to Mirabel.

⸻

Mirabel and Alma argue and the Miracle fades, letting Casita fall and the mountains split.

#Encanto #encanto fic #bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #mirabel madrigal #Mirabel needs a hug #abuela alma #dos oruguitas #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal