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madrigaljail · 7 days
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Abuelitas
My newest google doc is called "Abuelitas" and assuming I actually write it it's gonna be about Dolores going to all of her abuelas shortly before her wedding, to learn traditions, receive gifts, and get marriage advice. But playing the odds and assuming I don't write it, here's how it would go in order of solid ideas in my head:
Alma will accompany her to pick up the wedding candle. Lots of talk about the candle, how wax from it was used in Pepa and Julieta's candles, how losing that is another way the family is forging a new way forward. Alma confessing she wasn't married for long, and being unsure if she has any helpful advice for Dolores. They do talk about Pedro, and "to love at all is to love entirely" comes up, it's bittersweet.
Mercedes is gracious enough to invite her to her private room, and has a gold coin for her to put in her shoe, as is traditional. She tells Dolores her wedding day will be the one day of her life she feels the most special and beautiful, and shares a photo from her own wedding because of course she has one. The facade crumbles a bit, and she concludes that Dolores' fiance will be a better husband than her Mariano had been.
Josephine, Felix's mother, unfortunately has dementia. She's preoccupied with tidying her room for when her Albert comes home, and hopes it pleases him. He's been so busy trying to find work, and sometimes it's not good work but he does his best for his family, and she hopes Dolores' husband will do the same. It's hard, finding a good man, and sometimes bad things happen to good men, and one needs to be prepared for that. (Albert has been dead for over forty years.)
Beatriz, Abuela Bea, gifts her Bisabuela Sofia's wedding veil. Unfortunately I don't have much planned on how the conversation would go, something about the joy of knowing you found The One, of persevering, of not letting him get by on charm and good looks, and- oh! They can talk about children, what makes a good father, family, la familia <3
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junosaccount · 2 years
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El brujo loco from the Madrigal in-laws verse taking the shortcut to rush from his room.
In the background one José Guzmán.
Fanart for this scene by @madrigaljail
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tboycamilo · 4 months
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they are a family. understand the vision
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north-sta · 1 year
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I did a little introspection and came to the following conclusion:
If he isn't dark haired, borderline emo with a resting b*tch face, grumpy, clearly 3 nights behind on healthy sleep and this 🤏 close to loosing it, I don't want him.
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favcharacterpoll · 10 months
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ROUND ONE, MATCH ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY: ALMA VS. MILO
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Alma Madrigal (the grandmother) from Encanto faces her opponent. It's his world and we're all living in it, it's Milo Murphy from Milo Murphy's Law!
Alma Propaganda:
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Milo Propaganda:
"Milo is a badass little ray of sunshine. He has Extreme Hereditary Murphy’s Law condition, which means that anything that can go wrong around him does. Despite this, he is extremely happy and positive, and he loves his life. He thinks that his life would be boring without Murphy’s Law. Because of Murphy’s Law, Milo has to be extremely resourceful and prepared to survive. He carries a backpack with various items to help him, ranging from a helmet to an anchor. Due to a life of being literally bombarded by disaster, Milo is very relaxed when things go wrong. He very rarely gets scared, although some things do scare him. He also doesn’t mind getting hurt, which is good as he is in the hospital a lot. Additionally, he is very rarely effected by the rude comments people make about him. Other miscellaneous reasons why Milo is the best: He wears a sweater vest He is scared of finger traps His family has a suite in the hospital named after them because they get hurt so much He plays the accordion He’s voiced by Weird Al He loves antique fire trucks He had a sounds of disaster cd He has a book of shark mantras for inspiration He’s a terrible actor He once saved the world from evil pistachios He has been abducted by aliens multiple times He has saved an alien planet from a disaster sphere He’s a goofy lil guy"
"he’s played by weird al"
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row-boats3 · 1 year
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Food for thought is love to see explored/explore myself.
Agustin is such an underrated character (in fanfics at least) This man has such angst potential, being labeled as an outsider of the Encanto, though I’m not sure if that’s cannon or just accepted as a collective head cannon.
With that interpretation, he really is the best person to give an outside perspective of the miracle. Agustin, though it may have been brief, has lived without magic before. He knows how “ordinary” people work. And so, here’s Agustin. The Encanto, in my opinion, only lets in those who need protection as part of the magic. So now we have this most likely traumatized boy who learns to accept a town entirely built on magic, and the very same magic that rescued him warps into something that hurts the people he love by placing insane pressures on them he’s never experienced.
A fic I absolutely adore. Madrigal-In-laws by Kseda on AO3, highlights this a bit with a deep dive into how his family possibly got there, but I just feel like this concept should be explored so much more. The clumsy aspect of Agustin is often highlighted, turning him more into a comedic figure when he has this potential to bring a lot of new thought into the community.
Thank you for listening to my Ted talk. I have no self control so if anyone wants to talk about this further with me it will likely become it’s own short fic.
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aurelia11fan · 2 years
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Alright, I know Juli is in this scene too, but I am obsessed with Agustín’s expression here. He’s looking over at Pepa after her “You’re lucky it’s not a hurricane” quote and he looks….sad. Worried for her? I know a lot of it is because of Mirabel and the talk with Alma, but I like to think he has a soft spot for his sister-in-law and that he worries about her and her suppressed emotions. Maybe he sometimes helps talk her down from her anxiety attacks. Anyone else?
Anyone want to create Pepa&Gus content?
❤️
Am I thinking about this too hard? Probably 😉
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Pepa, did you ever have like a crush on Agustín?
I never considered him to be my type. Maybe that was another reason why I didn't understand why Julieta liked him so much when we were younger. Then Julieta said to me "well you're too similar so it obviously won't work out." I kind of took that personally, but I understood where she was coming from.
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npdflowey · 2 years
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go camilo go!!!!
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poptartmochi · 7 months
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or even the mysteriously widowed/spinster auncle who kills the aforementioned suitor and the family is like... 🤏🏻🕶️😳 so you WERE a MURDERER ALL ALONG 😱
#getting very spidery vibes from this chara :]#after learning abt silence alexander i have become a big fan of ladies who are free from their loveless arranged marriages and get a lil#freaky with it 🥴 so maybe they were chained into that kind of thing until their partner mysteriously disappeared/passed away + now they#just have this house to themselves so everyone sends their kids there for little spurts of time bc they are the cool and kooky auncle yk#and everyone sees the elephant in the room but doesn't address it. until the andrey-anatole figure is murdered in a duel in the town square#and the elephant has suddenly become very tangible lol!! and everyone's like look.. you have to get the fuck outta here im sorry 😭—👉🏼#and so tav becomes just some marauding dueler.. tfw you are wanted by the law and can't visit ur cousins anymore 😑 sigh#also rotating in my mind.. if i name them octavia/octavius.. well there is the tav nickname source.. ofc it'd be more like tave instead of#what i assume is tavfe (like.. have yk) but maybe this is part of the smokescreen.. shift the name to the left and badabing badaboom that's#a new man right there 🥸#ig we shall sees! i like the name augustus or augusta too.. my original thought was that tav was based on the last name anyhow.. ig I'll se#what sticks. AH BUT HOW I HAVE COME FULL CIRCLE.. iirc at one point my sister was like hm. i thought you would have an augustus (?) by no#and i was like no ... that name belongs to agustín madrigal 💌 is it finally time? 🌋🌋🌋#ROTATING#sriracha.txt
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madrigaljail · 21 days
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Sedaverse Fankids
Because why not. Note all of this is subject to change because I don't care all that much. Anyway, in order of appearance:
Julio & José "Pepe" Madrigal - identical twin sons of Dolores and Mariano, named for their great-aunt Juieta and...abuela Josefa, great-uncle José, and great-grandmother Josephine, respectively. Gifts are flight and superspeed, also rspectively. They both take after their dad physically; Julio is ironically more grounded and Pepe is a bit of an agent of chaos like his uncle Camilo.
Paloma Alma Madrigal - Dolores and Mariano's first daughter, more shy reserved than her older brothers. Her gift is temperature control.
Pedro Madrigal II - Mirabel and Lupe Herrera's (...you don't know who he is, don't worry about it) son. Charming trainwreck. His gift is mimicking other gifts, up to three at a time. Knocked up an American tourist at age 20 and that's how we got Bruno 2.0.
[Dolores and Mariano's third son]
[Mirabel and Lupe's daughters]
Zoe Madrigal - Dolores and Mariano's youngest, technomancer, literally an unused character from the movie. Jacked-in hacker type.
Bruno Madrigal - Pedro Jr.'s son with *checks notes* Erica Sullivan. Gift is psychomancy because of course it is. Appears in the epilogue of A Prophet In His Own Land
That's it that's all I've got.
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nezoid · 1 year
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@disneyland & Disney California Adventure - 11/13/22 💗💗💗
Thanks @nightlight_k & @nightlight_m for taking me! ♥️
Had my Stitch ears on with my @encantomovie shirt from the “Encanto at the Hollywood Bowl” show, and my @shehulkofficial socks and hoodie! 💙💛💚
Took a picture with the Madrigal mural, found a She Hulk billboard, finally went to Avengers Campus and Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge, ate fun foods all day, rode a bunch of rides, got a new sweatshirt, and walked way too much. Fun fun fun! ☺️
#disneyland #encanto #madrigal #shehulk #shehulkattorneyatlaw #liloandstitch #stitch #disneycaliforniaadventure #starwars #avengers #avengerscampus #starwarsgalaxysedge #gaurdiansofthegalaxy #food #drinks #rides #fun #disney #funny #christmas #holiday #california #themepark (at Disneyland)
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niki-mis01 · 2 years
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PIANO AT MIDNIGHT - ENCANTO FIC
Agustin rolled from side to side trying to get some sleep, but it seemed useless no matter how much he tried. Taking a deep breath he got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed and looked over his shoulder, Julieta was asleep.
The man smiled looking at her sleeping figure and wore his glasses before getting up.
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Abuela woke up to the sound of relaxing piano music, it was coming from downstairs. She stopped breathing for a second to help her focus better on the sound, maybe it was in her head. The sound was clear, it wasn't her imagination. The old woman rubbed her eyes, grabbed her black shawl and a small candle and got out of the room.
Heading down the stairs, there he was, her son in law playing the piano. Abuela raised her brow in question and walked to him.
"What are you doing?"
Agustin jumped and yelped in surprise
"Abuela?! Oh you scared me" he put his hand on his chest right on his fast heartbeating
"Can't sleep?" She sat next to him
"Si. Did i wake you up? I'm sorry, i tried to be quiet, i should better..." Before he could get up Abuela grabbed his shirt to make him sit down again.
"No you didn't, it's okay. I should be angry at you for playing at this hour but i understand.." she chuckled looking at him
"You do?" His eyes wide in surprise
"Hm..So, what are you working on?" The woman touched the piano
Agustin ran his fingers through his hair
"Uh..nothing in particular. I play sometimes when i can't sleep, it helps me to...relax" He pressed a key letting his hand slip back to his thigh, feeling akward trying to break the ice
"Is that so? Hm, interesting, i didn't know that" she placed the candle on top of the piano
There was silence for a few seconds before Agustin desided to speak.
"You..uh.." he cleared his throat
"...you said you understand. What did you mean by that? You play too, or.."
Abuela shook her head
"No no, i meant..uhm.." she bit her lip to keep herself from crying. Taking a deep breath she continued
"Pedro used to play the guitar sometimes to help me sleep when i was feeling sad or anxious. No matter what time it was, even late at night, he would play for me" Closing her eyes she brought back all the memories. A soft smile appeared on her face.
"The way he played just made me forget every problem, every negative feeling i had. I had this feeling of relaxation and went to sleep instantly" The old woman sighed.
"Si, i miss those nights"
Agustin wiped a tear from his eye.
"I..i play for Julieta too, to make her feel better. I played for her a lot when she was pregnant to our daughters. There were some nights she couldn't sleep and the piano was the best solution" He smiled and turned his head to look at his mother in law
The woman smiled back
"You are a good man Agustin. You remind me of Pedro. It really is a blessing that my daughter married a man that cares so much for her and makes her feel happy in every way possible. Thank you for taking care of her" She brought her hand to his back and rubbed it
"She is my reason to live, i'd do anything for her, i swear"
"I know dear. Go to sleep now, it's late" she patted his hand
Agustin got up and closed the piano's fallboard.
"I think i'm ready now" he yawned
"Goodnight"
"Goodnight Agustin" the woman run her fingers smoothly on the piano, feeling it . "Ay Pedro"
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famwhy · 1 year
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Adoration
Yandere Camilo Madrigal
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The town of Encanto was extra energised. The bustling streets were more rowdier than ever, the children asking more questions than usual. The atmosphere screamed of excitement and a certain H/C-haired individual was living for it.
You didn't know what was causing people to be so elated but you weren't complaining. It was rather nice to watch from your window. You bet it would be even better going down there and experiencing it for yourself.
With a grin, you scurried out of your room, dashing down the stairs before pecking your mum on the cheek and opening your front door. "Bye mamí!"
"Don't forget to do your chores mija!"
With a skip in your step, you walked out into the sunny streets. Whatever was happening, Pepa must have been thrilled for it.
"Y/N!" The sudden voice coming from your right startled you enough to cause you to jump.
"Ah, José, what's up?"
"Felicidades!"
You blinked twice, an eyebrow quirking upwards not soon after. 
'Felicidades'? Why was he congratulating you?
"Uh, thanks I guess?"
As he walked away to join the hustle and bustle of the streets once again, you were left standing in a bubble of confusion. 
Before you had time to ponder, though, your arms were grasped by another pair and you were brought up to a lady's face.
"Felicidades, Y/N!" With that, she let go of you before taking off in another direction.
Okay, that was the second time someone had congratulated you today. Weird.
You brushed it off, maybe they were congratulating you on your work ethic or something?
"If it isn't the woman of the day!"
"Mariano?"
Sure enough, there stood Dolores' husband in all of his muscular glory.
"Y/N! I bet you're the most excited out of all of us, huh?" He smiled down at you, beaming with delight.
"Remind me what I'm excited for again?" You were so lost.
"Huh? You've forgotten so quick? You were the one telling everyone about it just the other day." It was Mariano's turn to be confused.
"I was?" 
"Yeah, you were going around to almost everyone announcing it with a huge grin."
"Wait wait wait, what was I announcing?"
"That Camilo would propose to you today!"
"Lo siento... WHAT?!"
This was news to you - even though you were, apparently, the one to announce it to everyone.
"What's the matter, cuñada?" 
Did he just call you-?!
"Mariano, are you 100% sure it was me going around telling everyone?"
"Who else could it have been?"
Well, you had no recollection of going around announcing your best friend would be proposing to you so, unless you were drunk out of your mind that day, it must have been Camilo posing as you.
That slimy little-.
"I should go, your future sister-in-law will have my head if I'm not back in time." His wink that followed after did nothing to soothe you.
In fact, you didn't even register his words, too busy bubbling up with fury at what the Madrigal you've known since childhood did.
With gritted teeth and eyes as narrow as a river, you made your way to Casita, the building housing the very Madrigal you were furious with.
"Felicidades, Y/N!"
"I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, AMIGA!"
"FELICIDADES!"
"I can't believe you got so lucky! I want a man like Camilo!"
Every comment that followed after your presence only proved to further enrage you, hot lava filling your veins and steam practically pouring out of your eardrums. Your footsteps were loud and you were sure Dolores was already covering her ears (you'll apologise to her later). 
Your whole demeanour screamed of anger like no other.
Casita opened its doors for you, the tiles on the floor already seemed to be shaking from fright and fear for the Madrigal you were about to flip at - yet it made no move to stop you.
"CAMILO!" Your voice was booming, demanding attention right away - attention that was not refused.
"Sí, mi amor?" 
Your head tilted upwards, meeting his gaze and that signature smirk you would usually adore but now, found to be quite mocking.
Look at him, leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs so casually as if he'd done nothing wrong. The audacity of the man caused your nails to dig further into your palm, leaving crescents indented in your skin.
"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" You made no move to lower your volume, uncaring for whether or not the other Madrigals heard you and came to investigate the commotion.
"Whatever do you mean, mi cariño?" 
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!"
"Do I?~"
"Camilo." Your tone was stern, a contrast to his playful and mocking one. "Please explain to me why EVERYONE BELIEVES I AM BETROTHED TO YOU?!"
"Hmmm, they seem to think that because of you, amor."
"You know damn well that it wasn't me who went out onto the streets and told everyone you would propose." 
"Well, it sure looked like you."
"Did it now?"
The coy behaviour of your childhood friend did not sit well with you. In fact, it only served to piss you off further.
"Camilo, I know you shapeshifted into me and went around telling everyone you would propose today."
"Woah, that's quite a big accusation you have there, cariño." 
Oh, you were so sick of his bullshit.
"Don't be coy with me, Madrigal."
"How am I being coy, Madrigal?" 
The audacity he had to be declaring you a Madrigal was so unbelievable. 
"I am not a Madrigal."
"Not yet."
Your eye twitched, teeth grinding against each other in complete and utter agitation.
"Y/N?" Your attention was drawn away from Camilo and towards his abuela. "You're here early. Dios mío, we haven't even set up the table!"
"Señora Madrigal-!" 
"Please, mija, call me abuela." She walked over to you, extending her arms so that she could cup your cheeks and bring you closer to her face. "Such a beautiful girl. Perfect for my Camilo."
Although you weren't facing the aforementioned male, you could tell he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face than ever. 
"I don't know, Señora. Wouldn't calling you that be disrespectful?" Your eyes darted around, refusing to meet her own as you wondered how you would tell her that you would not, in fact, be accepting Camilo's 'proposal'.
"Nonsense, you are my soon-to-be granddaughter-in-law. You can call me abuela." 
"No, you don't understand, Señora, Camilo-."
"Y/N?!" They just keep coming, don't they?
"Señora Pepa, hola."
"Please, call me mamí!" The rainbow that showed up over her head was enough to let you know that she was very excited. No wonder why the weather was so great today.
"I don't think-."
A small body crashed into your own, arms wrapping around your waist. It was Camilo's 10 year-old brother, Antonio. 
"Ah, Antonio." Your arms instinctively wrapped around the boy, patting him lightly on the back as though he were your own brother.
"I'm so glad you'll finally be able to be a hermana to me!"
Okay, too many people believed Camilo would actually propose to you. He better end this practical joke of his before you end it for him.
"Camilo." You called for the male who was still leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs, watching with a smirk as his family smothered you with affection. "Are you going to tell them what you did or should I?"
"Whatever do you mean, mi vida?" He refused to let up.
With a piercing glare sent in his direction, you went through with your threat. "Camilo was the one who announced that he would be proposing to me while posing as me."
When his smirk didn't falter, you started doubting yourself. Why was he not panicking? You just told his family of his wrongdoings, he should be scared out of his mind.
"We know, mija." Pepa's casual words froze you, a slight chill going down your spine.
"Wha-what?"
Camilo's smirk only grew wider.
"We wanted to surprise you!" The innocent smile Antonio sent you caused your whole core to shiver in discomfort. Was he even aware of what he was saying? What his family were doing?
"Look." Your hands let go of Antonio as you reached out for the tablet in Señora Alma's hands. 
There, you witnessed an image of you and Camilo stood under a canopy, holding each other's hands as you gazed into one another's eyes. Your attire was as clear as day, a wedding gown.
Your pupils shrank as you continued staring at the prophecy before you. It was one of Bruno's prophecies... and his prophecies always come true.
"I'm just so glad it's you that my Camilo has decided to settle down with. You are a wonderful chica, Y/N. You would make for a wonderful Madrigal." Pepa squealed, the sky seeming even more brighter than it already was.
Your eyes didn't leave the plate before you, refusing to believe that it would come to fruition. You didn't love Camilo, you never had, he was always just your mischievous best friend who managed to put a smile on your face whenever you were feeling down. This prophecy, this prediction... it can't be true.
"Do you see that, mi vida?" You almost didn't register the fact that Camilo snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and laying his head on your shoulder as he gazed down at the tablet with you. "We're perfect for each other, even fate believes it."
You trembled as your fingers grew weaker, your grip losing it's strength.
"Will you marry me?"
BONUS!
Did fate really believe you were perfect for each other?
Well, no, no it didn't. In fact, fate believed you were perfect for another guy.
But... fate could always be changed, right?
The first time Camilo asked his Tío Bruno for a prophecy regarding you did not go well.
"Who. The. Fuck is that?" He shook with rage, gripping the glass so tightly that it almost shattered under the tension.
"Sorry, kid, can't change fate. Wish I could help you out more." His Tío shrugged it off, used to the negative reactions to his visions by now.
'Can't change fate' huh? What if one of the people in said 'fate' just... magically disappeared? 
Camilo's frown contorted into a smirk, malicious intent practically radiating off of him.
"Nothing's impossible though, right Tío?"
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"CAMILO!"
The flutter of his heart told him exactly who called out his name.
"Sí, mi cariño?" He turned around with his signature playful smile resting on his face, his cheeks tinted by the slightest bit - as they always do when he spoke to you.
"Did you hear about Andreás? He went missing the other day."
"Really?" Had he been a little less good at acting, you probably would have noticed his surprise was not genuine.
"It's such a shame, he was such a sweet boy. I really was starting to befriend him." Camilo saw the way your lips tugged down into a frown. He couldn't help but feel even more anger towards the topic of the conversation, how dare he bring a frown upon your beautiful face?
"It really is such a shame."
Such a shame that he didn't kill that rodent sooner.
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"Would you look at that. The prophecy's changed. Good for you, kid!"
The feeling of utter satisfaction flooded through him as he gazed down at the picture displayed in his hands.
There we go, just as he wanted. He just needed to help fate out a little.
Translations:
Mamí = mum Felicidades = congratulations cuñada = sister-in-law lo siento = sorry mi amor = my love mi cariño = my sweet mi vida = my life sí = yes tío = uncle abuela = grandma chica = girl
In case you couldn't tell, this takes place 5 years after the movie.
Idk if any1's even into Encanto anymore lmao.
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The second wip of the Reincarnation AU series; Isabela’s death.
Featuring another sketch at the end.
Time skip of fourteen years. What happened between Mirabel and Isabela’s deaths? You’ll never know.
Comments are always appreciated.
Warning, sensitive topics below: murder and character death.
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So Much Hides Behind My Smile
“Knock, knock? Mi flor? Are you in there?” Someone asks, opening the door.
Isabela is sat at her vanity, carefully taking out the flowers she’d woven into her hair that morning. From the mirror’s reflection, she can see Milagro stood in the doorway, her family going about minding their own business just behind.
It had been a busy day, of course. Her perfect, albeit long awaited, wedding.
“Of course, mi vida. Did you need something?”
“I just came to see you,” he answered, shutting the door behind him. He laughed, walking over to her, just about to set a hand on her shoulder. “Well, it’s been a long day but we’ve finally made it to the wedding night—”
“Get the fuck out of my room.” Isabela snarls.
Milagro blanks for a minute. “Um… where else am I meant to sleep?”
“I don’t care. It’s not my problem.” She seethes, turning back to the mirror.
“In case the rest of the day didn’t clue you in, mi flor, we are unfortunately husband and wife now. It very much is your problem. And from what I understand, the sooner you have a baby, the happier your Abuela will be. Which you’ll have a hard time achieving if you don’t want me here.”
“If you so much as touch my shoulder, I will rip your penis off and feed it to my carnivorous plants.”
Neither says anything more.
But it takes exactly two seconds for them to act.
Milagro goes to charge his entire body into hers but is yanked onto the floor by throned vines, as Isabela throws herself straight onto him.
“How dare you treat me like this!?”
“How dare you!? This is my room and don’t you forget it!”
“Just because you’re a Madrigal doesn’t mean you can get away with everything, princesa!”
They scratch and hiss and hit like wild jaguars, fighting over the last scrap of meat.
It just keeps going.
Not only does he deserve it and worse, she can let out all the steam that’s been building inside her.
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“A perfect match,” Alma hummed, as Bruno poured them all another round of wine. “Isabela deserves the best and that is what she has. They will both bring so much good to the Encanto.”
“I can’t believe it. Where has the time gone?” Bruno added.
Pepa nodded, still drying her hair. “It feels like just yesterday Isabela was born and now she’s married and going to have babies of her own.”
“That will be our Lolita soon,” Félix smiled.
“I’m too young to have grandchildren! We’re too young to have grandchildren! No offence, Mama.”
Alma was in too good a mood to even remotely care.
“Is it really Dolores’ wedding next?” Bruno asked, teasing. “Because I had a little peek into the future and I saw—”
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE RUIN IT! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!” Pepa shrieked.
Bruno held his hands up in surrender as his sister began a play fight with him, Félix laughed riotously.
“Hey, I was only kidding!”
“Well, I don’t believe you!”
Alma chuckled too, before getting up. “I am going to check on Julieta and Agustín.”
“You do that,” Félix said. “I’ll keep an eye on these two.”
The rest of the grandkids, all of whom were drunk, were out in the courtyard, hyper as anything.
Camilo, Antonio and a variety of animals were dancing while Dolores played some lively tune on her bandola; Luisa singing a completely different song over the top.
Honestly, you wouldn’t know they were adults.
On any other day, she would probably have scolded them and sent them to bed. For now though, she is happy enough to just leave them. They aren’t hurting anyone or causing any trouble, to be fair.
Agustín and Julieta were sat quietly in another room, without the wine. Julieta has been in an odd state for the past few years with seemingly new cure, and Agustín has always preferred to keep some distance from his mother-in-law when he can help it.
But they should be together right now. This is Isabela’s day and they have all been her biggest supporters.
“They certainly make the happy couple,” Alma said, taking a seat beside them.
“Indeed.” Agustín agrees. “I had my doubts about this match, but I’m glad that I’ve been proved wrong.”
“So long as my girls are happy, then I’m happy.” Julieta declares.
“Well, mija, I can attest that Luisa is definitely happy.” She paused, trying to get the pair to hear the carryon happening outside. “And trying to make herself a soprano, apparently.”
After some wonky, forced long note from Luisa, they broke into laughter.
“It’s nice to see the kids are still enjoying life and spending time together,” Agustín remarked, smiling fondly.
Julieta’s smile drops.
“Not all of them.”
~~~~~~
Long after Milagro is gone and her temper has cooled, Isabela heads downstairs.
It’s late now.
The rest of the family is in bed. Or at least in their rooms.
She doesn’t know where Milagro went after she kicked him out, probably the guest bedroom, but she doesn’t care enough to check. He can sleep outside for all she cares.
She heard some footsteps on the way to the kitchen, but brushed them off.
One of Antonio’s animals, no doubt.
In the kitchen, she makes her way over to the coffee pot. It’s half full, just needs to be reheated - no doubt Luisa has beaten her to their usual midnight drinks.
Casita takes over, sliding her signature cup along to her.
“What do you think of all this, Casita?”
A few tiles clink.
“Mirabel? I’d be lectured for at least two hours about failed marriages in history or something if she was still alive.” Isabela glanced to the side. “Can’t imagine how she’d take this… knowing I just went back.”
More clinking.
“Well, what was I meant to do? I couldn’t say no.”
A cupboard smacks her shoulder, lightly.
She chuckled. Taking off the wedding ring.
“Haha, good point. You know, I always thought getting out of the Guzmán engagement would make me happy, and now I’m about two seconds away from committing murder.”
The beams squeak supportively.
“It’s nice to know someone’s got my back.”
The coffee pot, ready, is tilted over Isabela’s cup, filling it to the brim.
“Maybe I’ll let it happen. Let the family see he’s awful and then I’ll be free.”
It smells as good as usual, there’s an underlying hint of something that isn’t coffee though. She shrugs, and drinks it anyways.
Luisa’s been drunk since the ceremony ended, who knows what she’s put in here since. It’s probably alcohol - that she’s added in some spark of creativity. And Isabela isn’t too against the idea of alcohol in her coffee at all - it’s an idea she’ll try later, when she isn’t about to go to bed.
It doesn’t taste any different though.
She lets Casita dispose of the ring.
She returns to her room steadily, not paying much attention to the beautiful decorations that have been hanging since this morning.
It’s one of the odd times where she wasn’t the one to decorate Casita in her flora - it was her day. Abuela had made it very clear that she didn’t want Isabela to lift a finger.
She never really got a chance to admire them this morning either. She’s spent most of the day outside of Casita and when they have been home, she was in her room, getting ready with Dolores, her maid of honour.
Ah well.
They will still be there tomorrow.
All that matters now is that she’s alone, out of that hideous wedding dress and can sleep off her frustration with a drink.
She doesn’t bother switching on the light, just clambers into bed and setting the cup on her bedside table.
The café con leche is as inviting as always.
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[Note reads, not in Isabela’s handwriting:
Dear family,
This is not about you, this is about me. I can’t cope with the pressure of being the perfect Madrigal any longer. I was not made to be a wife and mother - my most sincere apologies to Milagro, mi vida. I tried. You should not blame yourselves. I hope whatever is is next is better than this.
— Isabela]
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MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.1
[Fanfics i've read]
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♡ - smut
Mostly fluff
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The letter room [richard alonzo muñoz]
MPHFPC [Alma peregrine][Enoch O'Connor]
encanto [the madrigals][camilo madrigal]
a series of unfortunate events [klaus baudelaire][violet baudelaire]
harry potter [weasley twins][neville longbottom][luna lovegoods]
narnia [Edmund pevensie]
triple frontier [santiago garcia]
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———THE LETTER ROOM———
richard alonzo muñoz
@marvel-and-mischief - matching pyjamas
——————MPHFPC——————
@dapperappleton - imagine being an ymbryne and having your own loop
- imagine taking care of clair and olive
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Alma peregrine
@vostokovasmelina - sleeping next to alma lefay perigine would include
@multifandomfix - imagine alma loving it when you paint her and the children
@zafirosreverie - an special case
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Enoch O'Connor
@she-writes-with-kisses - quiet
- space jump
@dapperappleton - imagine being able to create death and dating enoch
@clean-bands-dirty-stories - shirtsleeves
@klineinie - blanketed
@imaginefan - story time
@y2fandom - sending him cute things
@frost-queen - no pain
@maeby-bby - you fluster me
@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating enoch would include
————— ENCANTO ——————
madrigal
@cloud-9ine - madrigal reacting to being called their full name
@camilosnovia - there's two of them
- Madrigal Adults reacting to child!reader giving them gifts
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Camilo madrigal
@sesamestreet47 - camilo w/ a tall s/o
- Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend
- friends
@nixthewolf - camilo simping over reader
@radiorenjun - shape-shifting frolics
@madrihoes - camilo nickname
@cloud-9ine - with or without you
@magicalencanto - camilo's s/o having power like pepa
@multificsworld - ___
- Tu Alma Tan Hermosa, Como La Luna
@caramellahoney - future daughter-in-law
- wait no wait-
@luvrcami - camilo headcannon
@bumblesimagines - being friends with camilo
@mihlo - camilo with fem s/o who wears glasses
@dos-oroguitas - angelita
- ay mamacita
— A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS —
klaus Baudelaire
@strangerdangerwrites - incompatible
@a-second-hand-sorrow - goodnight
- Not a problem
@ssadumba55 - not that easy
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violet Baudelaire
@trustsalvatorewriting - dating violet Baudelaire would include
————HARRY POTTER————
@archivesofthevoid - Pulling their hair while making out
- The boys (+ Percy) stealing a kiss on the way to class hc
@lithiumfae - sexy habits they have (marauders)
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weasley twins
@therandomficwriter - The Weasley Twins Having A Crush On You
@lilahisntsadanymore - Slytherin sunshine (fred)
@moonlit-imagines - ___
@therandomficwriter - weasley twins with a non ticklish s/o
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neville longbottom
@hogwartseighthyear - crush
@very-unsirius - blurb
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luna lovegoods
@iamthemain-character - Falling in Love with Luna Lovegood
@fromforeigntofamiliarity - taming cowardly lions
@sublimecatgalaxy - ___
——————NARNIA——————
Edmund pevensie
@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating edmund would include
@wrenwreads - she's enough
- wardrobe malfunctions
@witchthewriter - being king edmund's wife would include
@pariahsparadise - warm pt.2
———TRIPLE FRONTIER ———
@violentdelightsandviolentends - tethered ♡
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santiago garcia
@stormkobra-5 - ___♡
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