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foreveranevilregal · 6 months

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Encantober Day 19: Clock

“Mamá, I have to go help out in town,” Luisa called out.

“Okay, querida.” Julieta glanced outside, noticing the sun hanging midway between its peak in the sky and the horizon. “Do you know when you’ll be done? I don’t want you missing dinner again.”

Luisa racked her brain. “Well, I only have to reroute the river- wait, no, that was yesterday. Or was that the day before?” She groaned in frustration. “I don’t remember what today’s job was. Everyone was talking too fast for me to hear. But I don’t think it’ll take long.”

“All right…” Julieta trailed off, not entirely convinced. “Be home by dinner.”

“I will, I promise.” Luisa gingerly wrapped her arm around her mother, careful not to crush her. “Bye, mamá.”

Julieta watched as she ran down the path leading into town. She was proud of Luisa for helping so much around town, but sometimes people asked a lot of her. She’d seen Luisa lifting heavy objects from sunrise to sunset without complaint. Even someone as strong as her must get tired sometimes. Yet Julieta had never heard her refuse to help anyone. It was a lesson she had instilled in her daughters, but she didn’t realize just how demanding people would be. Half the time, Luisa would either not eat with her family, or leave halfway through because she had to help someone. Luisa was strong for everyone but herself, and it worried Julieta a bit.

To take her mind off her thoughts, she started on dinner. Chopping, mixing, simmering… the sound of her knife and the crackle of the fire were loud enough to silence her worries. She got so lost in the process that she didn’t even notice how much time had passed until the daylight began growing dimmer.

Setting down her mixing spoon, Julieta looked over at the clock. It was getting close to dinnertime. Didn’t Luisa say she’d be done soon? What kind of “soon” took a few hours? Julieta’s lips pressed in a thin line. It wasn’t quite dinnertime yet. Maybe she would be back before.

Julieta tried to focus on finishing up dinner, but she kept throwing distracted glances at the clock in the corner. Her thoughts had become so loud that when the clock chimed a new hour, she ended up splattering sauce all over herself.

This is why we wear aprons in the kitchen, she thought, wiping her sticky hands on the now sullied apron. If only she didn’t have to stay in the kitchen! She would already have searched half the town looking for Luisa. Where could she possibly be?

“Hola, mamá.” Isabela glided through the door, pressing a soft kiss to Julieta’s cheek.

“Hola, Isa.”

Julieta must have sounded distracted because Isabela frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Julieta sighed. “Have you seen Luisa? She went into town a few hours, but she said she’d be home soon. I don’t know what’s keeping her.”

Isabela chewed on her lip thoughtfully. “Maybe she got roped into helping more people? You know how she can’t say no to anyone.”

Like herself, and Isabela, and Mirabel… Julieta had been afraid of that, but she exhaled forcefully, putting on a brave smile for Isabela. “Hopefully she’s done soon. I’d hate for her to miss dinner again.”

“Especially when it smells this good, mamá.” Isabela inhaled deeply, letting out a dreamy sigh. Seeing her mother’s expression remain unchanged, she looked over at the clock uneasily. “It’s still early, mamá. She’ll be home in time.”

“Thanks, Isabela.” Julieta hugged her absently.

“See you at dinner.” With a swoosh of her silky long hair, she was gone.

With a grim resignation, Julieta forced herself to keep cooking, but her heart wasn’t in it. The minutes ticked on, that stupid clock taunting her with the absence of her daughter. At one point, she was watching the clock so intently that the pot almost boiled over. Cursing under her breath, she lowered the flame. Why wasn’t Luisa home yet?

“Hey, mamá.” Mirabel had appeared out of nowhere, squeezing her in a tight hug.

“Hi, Mirabel.” Julieta allowed herself to sink into the hug. Mirabel was almost as tall as her now, and if it wasn’t for the glasses, she’d be the spitting image of a teenaged Julieta. “Did you have a good day today?”

Mirabel nodded. “Yeah, papá and I helped out around town.”

Julieta peered over at the door to see Agustín wave at her shyly. He appeared suspiciously free of injuries. “Did you now? And you managed to keep your papá out of trouble?”

Mirabel giggled. “It wasn’t easy, but I got him home unscathed.”

“Hey!” Agustín protested. “It’s not like I get hurt all the time!”

“Of course not, Agustín.” Julieta decided to humor him, walking over and patting his cheek.

Mirabel tilted her head, studying her. “You seem weird, mamá,” she decided. “You okay?”

Julieta let out a shaky sigh. “Luisa isn’t home yet, and I’m starting to worry about her,” she admitted.

Mirabel frowned, turning to look at the clock. “She left hours ago.”

I know! Julieta wanted to scream. Instead, she kept her voice as level as she could. “I know.”

“Maybe we should go look for her,” Agustín suggested.

Julieta shrugged. “Believe me, I want to, but I have to finish dinner.”

“I can help you with that,” Mirabel and Agustín said in unison.

Julieta smiled. They were so sweet. But she definitely didn’t want Agustín anywhere near all the dangers in the kitchen. “That’s so sweet of you to offer. Seeing as it is getting close to dinnertime, why don’t you round up the others, Agustín?” That would keep him out of harm’s way.

“You got it, Juli.” He gave her a soft kiss and then left.

“Are you sure you don’t need help, mamá?” Mirabel asked hesitantly.

No. She didn’t need help. What she needed was to see Luisa walk through the door because it was…fifteen minutes to dinner, according to the clock. “No, Mira. Thank you. I’m just worried about Luisa…”

“I can go look for her?”

Mirabel looked at her with such hope-filled eyes. Julieta knew that Mirabel would do anything for her family. But she didn’t want any more empty seats at dinner. “That’s okay, Mirabel. I don’t want you to miss dinner too.”

She had resigned herself to the fact that Luisa would not be there for dinner, yet a small part of her kept hoping as they set the table. The ticking of the clock was unbearably loud now, threatening to make her head explode.

Finally, just as Julieta had lost all hope, Luisa ran in through the door. “I didn’t miss dinner, did I?” She panted out breathlessly.

Julieta sized her up. Luisa was sweaty, flyaway strands of hair sticking out from all over her bun. “Almost, but you made it here just in time. What happened, Luisa?”

Luisa let out a long-suffering sigh. “You know how people are. When they see me, they think of five other things that need to be done. And I can’t just not help them, mamá. It’s not right.”

Of course not. If you were able to help, you should help. It was the right thing to do. Luisa had clearly mastered that lesson. “Of course not, mi vida.” She brushed a sweaty strand of hair up over Luisa’s ear. “Go wash up. It’s time for dinner.”

And as the clock chimed another hour, Julieta surveyed her table, pleased to see every seat filled.

#julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #agustin madrigal #encantober #encantober 2023 #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #clock #this turned out better than i thought it would #poor luisa

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cocoa-coated-fish · 3 months

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i wanted to write a silly little fic but it just. Keeps. Getting. Longer.

#i don't even know what to cut but I also don't wanna be making a like 100 page isat comic about Mirabelle questioning her faith #And Siffrin having a crisis about feeling responsible for loop's suffering #and odile feeling personally responsible for all of her friends' trauma #that's just a LOt of drawing for my poor artist carpal tunnel wrists #I wrote something that I think is AWESOME but if I leave it in as a plot point the fic will get EXPONENTIALLY LONGER #otherstuffs

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daylightaftertherain · 2 months

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hii 8, 9, 12, 17 for the choose violence ask :] for any fandom ofc

hii hi :D

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

the idea that the scene by the lake in the yr s3 trailer is wilmon breaking up :) there is nothing to support that :) stop it :)

9. worst part of canon

ok switching over to kinnporsche and I would say just the last episode?? and the way porsche joining the family is framed as good even though it's the last thing he wanted

10. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

marcus I guess?? not like as in him as a person and I do still hate on him sometimes, but I think him as a character/foil is interesting and he's genuinely not as bad as some of the takes on him think, and I regard in a generally neutral light overall. I just think sometimes you need to remove yourself from the narrative and personal beliefs when thinking about the marcus and simon dynamic and it makes for a much more interesting conversation than just "he was just a sucky rebound character"

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

nicaise from captive prince ;-; pLEASE give me more character studies and fix its of my child ;-;

#maybe its bc I'm used to treating each character from whatever media I consume objectively #and yeah you can take into account maybe it was just poor writing and kinda laxy for marcus to be there #but sometimes I just want to treat a seriously and not just hate on his surface level actions #anyway this was fun :D #ask #mirabel-on-a-bicycle #young royals #kinnporsche #captive prince

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Bruno:

(Please no Alma slander in the notes, this is just a bit of mean fun)

#So sorry #poor bruno #bruno madrigal #disney encanto #encanto #mirabel madrigal #encanto meme #big mood #Bruno is a mood #No Alma bashing in the notes please #we don't talk about bruno

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jacarandaaaas · 3 months

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whack

tiny moment I noticed whilst rewatching💀

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #there was 0 need for them to do this😭#poor mirabel lmaooo #donkeys are sassy creatures #mirabel encanto #disney’s encanto

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addaxus · 2 years

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Hey guys! I have something besides art for you to indulge on, a lil’ writing ficlet so I hope it’s still up to par

I thought about what a scenario for Mirabel’s arrival might be like and how Bruno dealt with the complications, situation of her birth, and the death of his wife etc. This one might be unlikely and least likely to happen since him and his wife would be living in Casita, but I just thought that maybe during her pregnancy she’d want to stay at her childhood place of origin near the Encanto and Bruno decided to stay with her.

Mentions of childbirth and blood TW:

Enjoy the angst!

Bruno couldn’t take the clenching of his soul as he had kneeled over his lover’s bed, pleading for her to wake up to see their new baby, but she never moved a muscle after the bebé had come into the world, bleeding too much and too fast for Bruno to run and get help from his sister.

The loud thunder and cracking in the sky shattered Colombia as rain pelted the ground in heavy sheets. Bruno was far from the Encanto—at least farther away in his mind than it actually was. He took his wailing child in his arms and huddled her close to his ruana in hopes of shielding her from the beating rain that stung his eyes like a thousand bees. The hood of his ruana did no good as the wool had already been soaked.

He stumbled over his sandaled feet as his eyes tried adjusting to the darkness of the night, the lightning and small lantern his only source of light as he ran through the jungle of trees in his path. He panted heavy, trembling at the deafening cries of his daughter—the howling wind, the claps of thunder, the water rushing and beating on the earth were too loud for her new ears to take in.

He briefly stopped to rest his aching limbs, exhausted from the long hours he spent by his wife’s side during labor and now the loss of his only love—the only one he ever knew.

He leaned against a well shaded tree, looking down and waiting for the flashes of lightning to reveal her shrouded face in the damp blankets despite the covered lantern resting at his feet.

She was beautiful and shining with features that strongly resembled her mother, making Bruno clench at the thought. He shifted the baby in his arms once again and bolted back onto the path.

His daughter didn’t stop wailing. She hadn’t eaten and was weak. An empty stomach with new sounds and terrifying conditions would never calm her, even pressed tightly against her Papá who felt a world of guilt surrounding him.

The rain didn’t cease as he kept on, his entire body practically soaked, his hood no longer useful as it laid heavily over his head, gladly allowing the wind to blow it off his soaking hair when a gust hit him at full blast. He kept begging and pleading for the Encanto to keep visible through the dense jungle, his mind restless and wired. He stopped again when he was losing his grip on the soaked blankets cradling his baby.

“Shhh shhh, lo siento, hija. Papì está aquí. We’re almost there.”

He fixed his hold on her, standing there breathing heavily and taking in the sight of her trying to stay as close as possible to him. He felt tears well up in his eyes when he thought of his beloved lying in the bed, unresponsive to him trying to show their baby to her again. In that moment he was shattered to pieces and thinking of it made him tremble.

He pressed on once again, having put her entire body under his ruana completely so she at least had a bit more coverage despite everything being soaked.

Bruno exited the jungle in relief and went around the village even though he knew no one would be out to see him in these conditions. He stumbled several times in the dark before slowing down as he approached the large doors to the casita.

“Casita, please let us in… I-it’s Bruno! It’s an emergency! Don’t wake anyone up…”

The house tried its best to show concern as it quietly opened the doors for him. He maneuvered around the wet areas where the rain fell inside, staying under the awnings and quickly making his way up to Julieta’s room. The baby had ceased her crying, but she was still whimpering weakly.

He approached her door, dripping wet, his sandals covered in mud with his feet uncomfortably squelching it between his toes as he walked.

He knocked with trembling hands, a million possible things to say spiraling in his brain as he panicked inside. He hadn’t seen her in over a year after his wife got pregnant.

He stopped knocking, hoping the wind, the rain and the thunder didn’t keep her from hearing his knocks. Thankfully the door opened slowly and Julieta poked her head between the crack of it, eyes looking exhausted as it was the middle of the night. They suddenly widened when she locked eyes with her brother, taking in his disheveled appearance and trembling body. She blinked several times as if trying to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming and her gaze fell to the lump under his ruana.

“Bruno?” Thunder cracked overhead.

“Julie… I-I need your help… please.”

She ushered him inside quietly as not to disturb Agustín who was still asleep. Thankfully he was a heavy sleeper, but Julieta expressed great concern towards Bruno when he revealed what was under the ruana. He started to breathe heavily through tears he tried to hold back, voice breaking.

“She needs help, Julie… I’m—I–I don’t know what to do…”

She approached him, eyebrows knit in worry as her jaw slacked, mouth hanging open. She gently motioned to take the baby from his arms and he slumped against a nearby chair with a heavy sigh, kicking off his sandals. Casita had them cleaned up in no time.

“Hold on a second… where…where did you find her?” Julieta swallowed thickly as the baby squirmed against her. She quickly moved to replace the soaked blanket she was swaddled in and dried her.

Bruno swallowed hard, fumbling with his hands in front of his chest, trying to make himself look smaller as he watched.

“S–she’s mine, Hermana…”

Julieta shot him a shocked glance and shook her head slow after her face fell.

“Oh, Bruno… Julia? The Mamá…?” She was almost scared to ask.

Bruno buried his face in his hands and tried to compose himself as he kept trembling. It took him awhile to answer as he fumbled with the words, but he managed to start.

“Oh, Dios, she didn’t make it… s-she was bleeding so much. The birth… it was difficult. She had so much trouble and I was there for all of it. I–I should’ve—I should’ve come to get you, but she begged and begged me not to leave her. She told me she was fine. The midwife’s hands… dios…. Covered in blood. When she was born, my beautiful Julia—was already gone.”

Julieta was frozen as she listened to his breaking voice. He was so exhausted from head to toe. She felt deep sorrow for him and came over to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“She didn’t get…to s–see our baby, h–Hermana…”

“It’s okay, Bruno, it wasn’t your fault. I… had no idea she was even pregnant. Is that where you’ve been? In that village with her?”

Bruno took a deep breath and let it out with a big sigh.

“Y–yes, I—she didn’t want anyone to know, not even the familia. I didn’t understand… I–I guess in a way she didn’t want to be burdened.”

Bruno caught glance of a stain of blood on his ruana and let a tear fall.

“She was in labor for a whole day…I’m n–not sure exactly, I lost track of time after the midwife announced the baby was turned the wrong way. She was coming feet first…”

He choked on his words as he told the story.

“She pushed and pushed… for hours it seemed and the midwife—no, she couldn’t turn her the right way… Julia… was in so much pain, she just… wanted it all to end. She was sick, and she went into labor early… Th–the baby hasn’t been fed. She’s so new, so small…”

The realization of his wife’s death hit him, but Julieta wanted to help him stop thinking about it. She nudged him and placed the baby back in his arms. She fussed, but was too tired and hungry to cry and scream anymore.

“Try to relax… I’ll have to go down to the kitchen and make some formula. You can come down with me or stay here.”

Bruno’s eyes were locked on his child, pressing her close to him.

“I-I’ll stay. Don’t want to wake everyone.”

Julieta nodded and quietly left on quick feet.

Bruno let his tears fall, finally able to see his daughter in the full candlelight, and soon enough in the sun.

“You look just like your Mamá… my sweet mariposa.”

She was still too weak to fuss and Bruno knew she needed help fast. The birth had been hard on her too, coming feet first like that. His other hand not supporting her took her little fist and she uncurled her fingers to wrap around his larger finger.

“You need a name, hija.” He cooed quietly.

He though on several for awhile, but then one seemed to click and he said it out loud while looking down at her.

“What about… Mirabel? My little miracle.”

There was no apparent response, but Bruno already knew it was perfect. She squirmed again, unsettled most likely from the hunger.

“Shh, shh shh, just a little longer, hija.”

It didn’t take Julieta very long and when she quietly came through the door, Bruno shakily took the bottle from his sister.

Julieta gently helped him hold her properly and guided the bottle to her lips with his hand in hers.

“…Like that. She should settle once she’s got a hold of the bottle. You should also unbutton your shirt so you can get some skin to skin contact. It’ll help her bond with you.”

Mirabel made little whimpering sounds as she started suckling the bottle. Bruno did as his sister suggested, causing his emotions to flare up. She immediately snuggled comfortably against his skin, suckling softly on the bottle.

“There you go… she’s hungry alright.”

Julieta stayed and watched the scene until little Mirabel had finished her bottle, tiny eyes blinking slowly as if the light bothered her.

Bruno couldn’t keep his eyes from watering. He shakily handed the empty bottle to his sister.

“I—I can’t believe she’s mine, Julie…”

She smiled sadly.

“Have you picked a name?”

“Mirabel. Her name is Mirabel,” He sniffled.

Julieta could see the exhaustion in his frame. She kneeled beside him and placed her hand on his back. He shook as he took in a deep breath.

“Oh, Bruno it’s a wonderful name. I know you’ll be a good Papá.”

He nodded and quickly wiped his eyes.

“You need some rest and so does she. I have Luisa’s old crib over here, I’ll just lay her in there okay? She’ll be fine.”

Bruno allowed her to take little Mirabel in her arms again, his eyes heavy but trying to stay open to watch her lay her in the crib.

Julieta was struck with the contagious emotions her brother had cast on her. She sniffled quietly as she tenderly laid her in the crib, laying the old blanket of her own children over her for extra warmth. She wiped tears away before they could fall on Mirabel.

“I’m so sorry, little one…” she whispered before turning back to Bruno, letting go of the little hand that had snagged her finger.

He was already half asleep, but Julieta held his cheek and kissed his hair, whispering praises and condolences before blowing out the candles.

She moseyed on back into bed beside Agustín, wide awake as her mind ran on and on, wired up. She couldn’t believe Julia was gone. How would the rest of the family react? And to Bruno suddenly becoming a Papá?

As she continued to lay there with her face to the ceiling, it seemed she wouldn’t be getting any more sleep that night.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #Julia Madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto brainrot #papa bruno au #dad bruno au #la familia madrigal #encanto fic #short one shot #these poor babies…#addaxwrites #love and loss

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usedtobeguest123 · 2 years

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Encantober - Head Pats

If Bruno had his wits about him, he might have seen his fate as he entered the kitchen.

If his head wasn't pounding with a sharp, unrelenting ache and the mid-morning sun wasn't so aggressively bright, he might have seen Mirabel's small fist held in suspension over the coffee cup, might have seen her pudgy fingers splay wide as they released a mountain of salt into the already opaque grey liquid. If his mind hadn't been clouded with anxious thoughts of the future and its impending collision with the present, he might have heard Camilo bickering loudly with his prima-partner-in-crime about whether their concoction required precisely one or two pinches of cayenne seeds. Indeed, if he'd gotten even a smidge more than a mere hour's rest, he might have registered the faint bite of vinegar still lingering in the air, rising from damp puddles where the clumsy dexterity of the children had occasionally overshot the cup as they prepared their very own magic potion—a potent poison to ward off the evil spirit they'd heard the townspeople say prowled among them in their Casita.

As it was, he was neither clear headed nor alert nor rested, and so he wandered into the clutches of his cruel fate without even an inkling.

"Morning," Bruno murmured, his words blurring at the edges.

Mirabel and Camilo's heads shot up from where they bent together over the cup, backs ramrod straight and hands behind their backs.

"Buenas, Tío Bruno," they said in unison, a sweet chorus of innocence.

Bruno rubbed one eye roughly and cracked the other open enough to see the cup, now abandoned in the center of the kitchen island.

"Ah look at that, you kids saved a cuppa coffee for your old Tío?"

They looked up at him with wide eyes. Camilo nodded his head ever so slightly and Mirabel bit her lip. Bruno didn't think much of it. He probably looked a ragged mess, frightening to anyone, really.

"You're good kids," he rasped, patting them both on the head as he swept past, scooping up the cup as he went. He heaved a deep sigh as dragged himself out the kitchen doorway, back toward his tower.

"Milo," Mirabel hissed loudly, leaning toward her cousin, eyes huge behind her glasses. "But that's is supposed to be for the monster!"

Camilo hushed her and looked around quickly. It even hears your dreams, the townspeople had said.

Mirabel leaned even closer. "But Milooo, is it going to give Tío poisonous in his body and make him died?!"

"No, dummy, that's ony papaya seeds," he shot back, but he gave one last uncertain glance toward the courtyard.

"Phew," she sighed, slumping back onto her stool with relief. "Good thing we didn't added those yet."

Just then, a great cloud of sputtering and cursing erupted from the top of the courtyard stairs, echoing with bouncing resonance around the previously quiet walls. Camilo and Mirabel bolted from their seats, giggling behind muffling hands as they followed a path of clanking, quivering tiles that Casita furnished along their escape route.

#encantober #head pats #could have been pranks too #but they weren't trying to get their poor tío #based on true story 😁#bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #chaos twins #encanto fanfic #my writing

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