#we love dolores in this household

[familyabolisher]

Do you think any of the frameworks you've developed for analyzing love in TLT could be applied to Pyrrha's relationship to cam/pal? Since Nona doesn't understand it well, it's hard for me to get a handle on how those characters relate to each other, but I was wondering where it might stand on what the series considers "perfect love," what the significance of its presence/ambiguity is, etc.

I’m really locked on to this idea of illegibility, actually, and the kind of work that gets done in Nona to problematise efforts to easily name, define, & categorise a relationship or set of relationships. I’m thinking of what Muir said here:

It’s a very strange household. And they are a found family, but I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that in the last movement of the book Nona questions what that even means—their motives, what they all truly wanted out of each other, their pretenses: are they a family, or are they all just a psychosexual mess of roleplaying and bad meals? (The answer is yes.)

and like, her suggestion that ‘family’ can plausibly be collapsed into a ‘psychosexual mess of roleplaying’ and that the drive of Nona is less about asking whether Cam/Pal/Pyrrha/Nona ‘are’ a family as much as it’s about asking what it actually means to identify them as such; and particularly to identify them as such in a text which does very significant work elsewhere to identify ‘the family’ as a site of violence, a mechanism by which particular forms of violence can be enacted. I’m honing in on that ‘last movement of the book’ comment to say that, like—so, the two narratives in Nona (the ‘main’ narrative ie. Nona et al. on Lemuria, and the John narrative) are spliced together, right, so it makes sense to try and read them as though they’re in dialogue with one another, and the obvious entrypoint for doing so is the fact that they’re both working as an account of the ‘creation’ of Alecto; first through John literally creating her and then through Nona remembering his having done so and thus rebecoming what she had forgotten she was. What does it mean to ‘create’ Alecto?—what are the conditions that Alecto’s creation ushers in, what are the conditions that her creation does away with? The ‘last movement’ of the book is to ‘create’ Alecto for the second time—so, what does Alecto represent, and what about her ‘creation’ leads the text to ask what it means to describe something as a ‘family’ in the first place?

The reason I’m drawn to this reading of Cam/Pal/Pyrrha as like, ultimately illegible, incoherent in that we as audience cannot coherently put words to it and make sense of it in the language readily available to us, is because I think the text understands these processes of ordering, taxonomising, delineating, and categorising as tactics of fascism. This is a tension also at play in Lolita; Humbert ‘orders’ and constructs his narrative via the available tools of literary discourse and similarly constructs his ‘Lolita’ as a labyrinth of cultural references and taxonomies; but Dolores is a ‘Haze,’ Annabel Leigh is a ‘tangle of thorns,’ there exists a being who is able to remain indistinct and impenetrable in a narrative which enacts violence on her by trying to make taxonomical sense of her. Coherence and legibility are mechanisms of visibility; under fascism, to be easily made sense of can be dangerous. The first two books were all about coherence, legibility, interpellation, and the consequences of Living In A Society; what it means to ‘be’ or ‘become’ a cavalier, what the necromancer-cavalier relationship ‘means,’ what Lyctorhood ‘means,’ how these relations of hierarchised sexuality and the interpersonal relationships articulated within the normative language given to them exist to shore up conditions of imperialism. This question of ‘ordering’ goes right down to eg. enumeration (First, Second, Third, etc.) and pretty tightly contained and atomised cultural associations, and the fact that that enumeration can be traced back to Alecto—

D’you know why you’re really the First? Because in a very real way, you and the others are A.L.’s children … There would be none of you, if not for her.

—which cribs this passage, from Lolita:

‘[…] for I must confess that depending on the condition of my glands and ganglia, I could switch in the course of the same day from one pole of insanity to the other—from the thought that around 1950 I would have to get rid somehow of a difficult adolescent whose magic nymphage had evaporated—to the thought that with patience and luck I might have her produce eventually a nymphet with my blood in her exquisite veins, a Lolita the Second, who would be eight or nine around 1960, when I would still be dans la force de l’âge; indeed, the telescopy of my mind, or un-mind, was strong enough to distinguish in the remoteness of time a vieillard encore vert—or was it green rot?—bizarre, tender, salivating Dr. Humbert, practicing on supremely lovely Lolita the Third the art of being a granddad. In the days of that wild journey of ours, I doubted not that as father to Lolita the First I was a ridiculous failure.

—very evenly ties together ideas of reproduction as imperial sustention figured in the language of sexual assault. The point is: as far as the empire is concerned, processes of ordering and taxonomising are equivocal to the mechanical maintenance of conditions of fascism.

Conversely, Nona is a text about when John’s precise demarcation of the world starts to fail and people have to make sense of themselves between the cracks; from Pyrrha as both failed cavalier and failed Lyctor to Cam and Palamedes and then Paul as if not ‘failed’ then at least a new ordering of necromancer/cavalier-ism to the Tower Princes as John’s kind of scrambling effort to rearticulate hegemony post-losing all but one of his Lyctors. Regarding how we are to read Cam/Pal/Pyrrha, I think it’s pretty clear that the text understands the obligations, normative assumptions and expectations, and material consequences of normative kinship relations identified as ‘family’ as part and parcel with the social ordering of a fascistic imperial hegemony; Kiriona, Alecto, and Harrow make up the three key points of contact for this reading, though it’s pretty diffuse across the whole work. We see kinship relations as structuring imperialist hierarchies and we understand the currency of those hierarchies to be death/abuse/sexual violence/totalised control, articulated most profoundly through Kiriona; we also see the destruction of social formations as part and parcel with conquest—

Palamedes said mildly, “You know we’re conversant with the concept of family in the Nine Houses, right?” Pash seemed genuinely surprised. “Why the hell would it matter to you? [...] You don’t give a fuck about families when you’re carving them up—”

—this of course being in keeping with the general conditions of mixed cultures, mixed languages, variances on kinship structures, refugees seemingly thrown together on Lemuria. The bolstering of the social articulations of the conquerors and denaturing of the social articulations of the conquered is rendered as a tactic of conquest; ‘family’ here is figured as a cudgel of imperialism.

Diegetically, as I said, Cam + Pal + Pyrrha + Nona’s social arrangement is not ‘normative,’ neither in the fact that others on Lemuria can make easy sense of it (and thus attempt to do so by referring to peripheralised and marginalised social relations ie. sex work) nor in the fact that they can coherently make sense of themselves via the imperial taxonomy (is Pyrrha a Lyctor greatest thread in the history of forums). Nor is it normative on our end; relative to the nuclear family structure, it’s the ‘wrong’ number of parents, the ‘wrong’ configurations of gender, the ‘wrong’ configurations of blood relation (Nona is a ‘child’ but not an ‘heir’ to anything and not a blood relation of either; Cam and Palamedes as ‘parents’ are blood-related), even the ‘wrong’ overall kinship relations—I put ‘child’ and ‘parents’ in quotations there precisely because I don’t think they’re conditions uncritically reified by the narrative as much as they’re discursive gestures made for the sake of being problematised. Is Nona their ‘child’ in a text where to be the ‘child’ of someone means to be what Kiriona is to John? Is this a ‘family’ when ‘family’ is the mechanic of imperial refortification? Again, like—what does it mean to call them a family at all?

‘Family’ is a label we deploy to give legibility to relations that we are otherwise struggling to make sense of. Setting aside Paul for the moment because I don’t quite know what to do with them and probably won’t have a Take that I can confidently commit to until after Alecto—I think the kind of difficulty that the text has in articulating exactly what Cam + Pal + Pyrrha ‘had’ between them that we see in that final scene is intentional, and I think it’s best understood left that way rather than wrangled into a taxonomy that the rest of the text is v determined to critically unpack. So to answer your question, I think the ambiguity is key—one overarching theme of the series is how people can love each other and articulate that love when the language available for them to do so carries obligations of disparate power, hierarchy, serves a particular purpose that we come to understand as ethically unconscionable; whether that love has to be made sense of within hierarchy, or contravene it, or try and stake a place outside of it. Cam + Palamedes + Pyrrha become the next stage of development in the unravelling of such a discourse; to try and make coherent sense of them could all too easily mean falling back on the language that the text works to identify as socially constructed and thus as limited, and thus imposing those limitations.

#ask #tlt #nona the ninth spoilers #i have a second thing to add here but i think it works better as its own reblog so i'll circle back

[kikiandclouds]

Halo! I saw the boy and the Heron today and it was amazing!

Not big spoiler but I haven't seen anyone talking about the Dante's Divina Commedia reference, and since in this household we don't gatekeep symbolism here some stuff (I didn't put too much effort on it, just what I recall from highschool, but if you're curious you can search about it ;)

When Mahito and Kiriko follow the heron inside the tower, we see them enter from this door. On top of it, is written "facemi la divina potestate (I've been made by the divine father=god), and this is a part of the quote written on the hell's gate in the third canto of Inferno:

"Per me si va ne la città dolente,

per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,

per me si va tra la perduta gente.

Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore;

Facemi la divina potestate,

la somma sapienza e 'l primo amore.

Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create

se non etterne, e io etterno duro.

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'intrate".

Here's the English translation:

"Through me the way is to the city dolent;

Through me the way is to eternal dole;

Through me the way among the people lost.

Justice incited my sublime Creator;

Created me divine Omnipotence,

The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.

Before me there were no created things,

Only eterne, and I eternal last.

All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"

I don't wanna spoiler anything, so I'm just gonna leave it here for those who are curious and noticed this little detail but didn't know where it came from ;)

#the boy and the heron #hayao miyazaki #studio ghibli #divina commedia

[aeshnalacrymosa]

Sleepover with Abuela

Camilo had suggested it as a joke, but when Abuela had agreed to let her grandchildren have their monthly sleepover in her room, everyone was pleasantly surprised. Normally, no one was allowed in Abuela’s room. Rarely had anyone seen Abuela with her hair undone and wearing her nightclothes. But a little over a year since Mirabel had revived Casita, there had been a significant shift in her demeanor. She laughed more and joked more. She sang and danced more. Now that Camilo thought about it, maybe allowing them into her private space was not that far behind, after all.

“Bienvenido, mis nietos. Come in, come in,” she said, grinning brightly as stepped aside to let in her grandchildren. Everyone was carrying their own sleeping bag except Antonio; Luisa was carrying Antonio’s and her own. Abuela looked odd wearing a peach-colored robe and her silver hair in pigtails. But she also looked younger and lighter than usual.

“I hope we’re not intruding, Abuela,” said Isabela as she kissed her Abuela’s cheek.

“Not at all. I love having you all here.” Abuela clasped her hands in front of her. “Now, what do you usually do at these sleepovers, huh?”

Everyone looked at Camilo, who squirmed where he stood. “Why are you all looking at me?”

“This was your idea. What did you have in mind when you suggested sleeping over with Abuela?” said Mirabel, smirking at him.

“Um...” His heartbeat mounting, Camilo locked eyes with Abuela. “I guess... I want to know her more. And Abuelo.” His eyes shifted to the gilded picture frame at the nightstand. It was their wedding photo.

“Aww.” Abuela put her hands over her heart. Camilo relaxed when his sister and cousins were now smiling at him. “Then, I’m glad I granted your request. Make yourselves comfortable, mis amores. Antonio, let me...”

They spread out their sleeping bags until they covered most of the floor. Abuela brought out a stack of photo albums from a large wooden chest. “Most of these photographs are of our family here in the Encanto. But I have a few of my own family and also your Abuelo’s.” Abuela sat at the foot of the        bed while her grandchildren listened to her stories of her youth outside the Encanto. Abuela seemed to transform in front of their eyes as she spoke about her parents, her extended family, her friends, the animals in their household. Her energy and zest for life was most similar to Pepa, and Abuela’s eyes dimmed ever so slightly as she recalled how she had controlled her daughter throughout her life. “Julieta and Bruno didn’t only get their father’s looks. They are so alike Pedro in their personalities, too.” The grandchildren already knew about Pedro’s writing talent and sense of humor, but they didn’t already know about his passable culinary skills and his desire for an extended alone time.

“We wish we could have met him, Abuela,” said Dolores.

“I like to think that you have. There’s a little of him in all of your parents,” said Abuela.

A few hours later, everyone was asleep. Camilo stirred awake. Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the moonlight from the window, he noticed that Abuela was sitting up on her bed and watching them. “Abuela? Aren’t you able to sleep?” he whispered, concerned that she had insomnia like Tío Bruno.

“I will sleep soon, Camilo. Just let me admire you all for a little while.”

#encanto #encanto fanfic #aeshna's fics #abuela #abuela madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal grandkids #encantober #encantober 2023 #sleep

[patheticbatman]

Part Four

I'm very proud of these dolls, and I'm also leaving them at my parents' house, so I did a little photoshoot with some books as background so I can have nice pictures of them. This set of pictures is exclusively dolls that I painted, so I’m very pleased to show them off.

This is the fourth and final post, so check out the first for more info!

First up is Sisu, with The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. I swear that I did not rip the cover. I think that copy is like 50 years old, and I swear I had the ripped of part until recently. I’m very sad about losing it. But in any case, I feel like Sisu would relate heavily with being the only one of her species left for a long while, about how human vice affected her status as an endling, about spending time in a body that isn’t really hers to survive, and the whole quest really. Hell, in the book, Schmendrick and Molly end up together, and we all know that’s going to happen to Raya and Namari eventually lol.

Second is Mirabel with In the Tike of the Butterflies, by Julia Alvarez. I feel like Mirabel would be the most invested in her family in keeping up with the outside, in magical world, as both a breather from all her family’s guilt and drama, and as a future head of the household later on. In her life. I also know that the Latin world paid a lot of attention to the struggle and loss of the Mirabal sisters (The Butterflies) and what with the book being told by Dede (the non-revolutionary sister, the only survivor) and being about a 4 sisters, Mirabel would empathize with this a lot. She’s one out of 3 sisters + a close girl cousin, and is the only one who’s not involved with what made her family famous. Encanto takes place in about the 1950s, maybe 60s, so Mirabel would definitely be interested in this book, because she would have definitely been interested in the real life events that occurred when she was young (the events of the book and the real life murders of the Mirabal sisters occurred form the 40s to 1960, but this book was published in the 90s)

Third is Dolores with Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. I feel like she is a more overlooked member of the Madrigals, and she probably is a BIG Romantic at heart, though I bet she keeps it secret. as such, I gave her one of the most Romantic books I have as a background.

Fourth is Isabela with The Giver, by Lois Lowry. I think she would find the themes of huge responsibility and the focus on perfection by society to be quite pertinent to her lot in life at the beginning of Encanto.

Fifth is Luisa with Jacob I have Loved, by Katherine Paterson. The title is a reference to the Bible saying, “Jacob I have loved, but Esau I have hated.”. I DID think about giving this one to Mirabel, but ultimately chose Luisa because I feel like Mirabel never felt she had a chance to live up to Isabela, while Luisa probably felt like she had a chance to under all that *pressure* (lol), like Sarah Louise (the Esau) with her twin sister Caroline (the Jacob). I think the themes of small town life (SL in the book moves from a small coastal island to a mountain town, and the Madrigals live in the mountains) would also speak to Luisa.

I couldn’t decide for Shuri and also wanted to show her off more, so she gets two books! The first is my copy of the collected Infinity War comics, because she appears in it, and the second is The Deep by Rivers Solomon. Shuri gets The Deep because it’s about a mermaid whose people were the magically-transformed fetuses of pregnant African people who were thrown overboard while being transported to the Americas for enslavement. As Shuri’s movie is both about a strong African nation and about a people pushed underwater by colonialism and racism, I just felt that it was fitting. If you look in her hands, one has a heart shaped herb and the other has the bracelet from Namor.

As a romantic and a girl obsessed with the surface, I believe Ariel would love The Princess Bride, full stop. I also think the framing premise would tickle her.

Last but not least, Asha! Her movie ofc hints at her becoming the fairy godmother and crossing over with fairy/Disney tales, so I gave her The Sisters Grimm!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#all the girls are in order of appearance/mention #dp dolls book photoshoot #the last unicorn #in the time of the butterflies #pride and prejudice #the giver #Jacob I have loved #infinity war #the deep #the princess bride #the sisters grimm

[und8e2ff]

When it comes to writing family dynamics, can we PLEASE see more than just sibling dynamics and parent-child dynamics?

I love to see them, I really do, but are yall familiar with the concept of extended family?

Not just the concept, but THE REALITY ITSELF?

I'm an only child but I grew up in a multi-generational household.

a POOR multi-generational household

I had to share rooms (I didn't always have an actual room), clothes, belongings, etc. until I was about 17.

And that was purely because everyone was getting older and finally moving out to do their own thing.

nah, like that place really had anywhere between 7-10+ people in it at any given time-

FAMILIAL LOVE EXISTS OUTSIDE THE IMMEDIATE FAMILY

Close but not necessarily sibling-like relationships exist between extended family members, especially when they live under the same roof, share the same room, sometimes the same bed, play games together, Borrow™ each other's stuff (it was literally just sitting there. you wasn't mad until I started using it-), and the like.

Representation has progressed a lot and while I know multi-generational households aren't all that common in the US, I want to see more stories with these kinds of families.

I adore found family. I understand found family has a lot of dynamics that cannot be cleanly or clearly defined like they can in blood-related families, but I'm not talking about that right now.

I'm also not talking about stories with extended family where them mfs canNOT STAND each other. The evil aunts, mean step-parents, weird uncles, etc.

I would really like to see more stories of extended families living together. As in they're actually close and actually getting along with less of the... idk how to say it, "tribal division" where instead of being an extra-large family, it's just a bunch of small families stuck together for one reason or the other who only really give af about their own?

Maybe I'm not running in the right content circles but most times when I see extended family in media, it's either a one-off, they're passively mentioned, they did something off-screen, or they're an antagonist if not THEE antagonist?

idk man, just-

Like, "Oh cool. You have the standard nuclear family going on. What room is Aunt Tabitha and her daughter Dolores staying in?" Or, "Hey, you're a single parent? Let's write you living with your sibling or even a cousin of yours that's also a single parent."

Let's have that with little to none of the, "But the extended fam is annoying and cruel and evil and they're the problem in the whole story."

nah, liek... The whole family -THEE. WHOLE. FAMILY.- can get along and the problem can be outside of them, NOT them.

I'm bothered.

In closing...

bro- I canNOT TELL YOU the amount of times mfs be havin sad backstories where they're orphaned and all alone but they literally come from a rich, well-connected background and I'm wonderin where tf lil dude's cousins and grandparents is at- LIEK- I KNOW YOU HAVE LIKE 7 SISTERS ALL MARRIED OFF TO RICH DUKES IN FOREIGN LANDS AND SHIT. HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING ALONE MY DUDE- ACTUALLY WHY??? WHERE TF GRAM GRAM AT- TAKE AN ANCESTRY TEST AND FIND SOMEBODY- LITERALLY ANYBODY

#unblue text #unfandom #long post #extended family #family dynamics #sibling dynamics #extended family dynamics #only child #oldest child #middle child #youngest child #cousins #uncles #aunts #parents #grandparents #writing #character writing #all that #smol rant #tagging all these different things because i hope just one person who kind of gets my point can see

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Hear me out! We need a toddler Mirabel and Felix having a tea party with pretty dresses and hats!!!

This is the cutest fucking prompt to EVER hit my inbox. Let's fucking go.

Félix loved Dolores. Loved his Camilo too, and even loved Isabela and Luisa. But truth be told, he always had a sort of simpatico with Mirabel. Always in her siblings shadow for one reason or another. Now he wasn’t going to discredit Agustín or Julieta, one was a single child and the other was the pride and joy of the household, but neither truly understood this sort of sibling situation as he did. It was why he agreed that while Pepa took today off for herself, while Julieta and Agustín went on a date, he'd agree to make today about Mirabel.

Ever since her ceremony, it's been...hard for her. Abuela favored watching over the other children over her, and didn't...smile the same. Félix never had to go through this magic stuff, but he knew what disappointment looked like. Parents were good at that feeling, and as he sat here, sorting snacks to take upstairs, he hoped it was the one emotion he WASN'T good at showing.

"Tìo! You almost done?!"

"Si mija! Just one more minute!"

Didn't matter. She just needed one day for her, to make her feel special again. He pulled the chilled tea from the fridge, added it to the tray, and went upstairs to the nursery. And there she was, just so happy to see him.

"Yay! Feels like you took forever!"

"Sorry, had to make sure it was perfect! But how come you're still in your pajamas?"

"I wanted you to help me pick my dress!"

She did have quite a few. Many thought her gift would include clothes or sewing, so she had MANY dresses given to her during her birthday. He chuckled, setting the tray on the dresser.

"I'd be honored, mija. Do you need help getting dressed?"

"Nope! I'm big enough!"

"Well alright! How about I set up your table, and the little lady can just try them on for me to see? Like a little fashion show?"

"YES!!!"

She snatched a million dresses from her dresser, before diving behind her folding screen. It took up almost half the room, but she wanted it terribly, claiming it made her feel like a lil lady. Besides, he could fold it up when he was done. He set up the table, including their little plates and teacups, and added the snacks accordingly. It was a good thing Camilo wasn't here, or these would be gone. After he set them up, he carefully sat in one of the small chairs (god don't let it break under his fat ass), and waited for her to come out. It took a minute, and he was getting worried.

"Mirabel? You okay? You need help?"

"I got it! Just getting my shoes on!"

She stepped out, wearing one of her red dresses, and Pepa's heels. She took one step, and of course, almost fell. Had he not dove in when he did, she would've face planted onto the table.

"Hijole-Mirabel, where did you get those shoes?"

"...from tìa's room."

"Did she say you could have them?"

"I...i was just gonna borrow it. Tìa said I could once I was a lady."

"Well, you are a lady. Just a little one. Come on, take those off, put on some of your own shoes."

She pouted, but did as he said. She changed her shoes to something for suited for her.

"Better?"

"Much. Now, how are we feeling about this red one?"

"Hmm...I like it. But I wanna try another one. Oh- how about pink?!"

Something about him made him wince. He had a feeling if Abuela saw her in pink like hers, she'd look down upon her even more. Whatever, he wasn't gonna let her ruin a whole ass color for her.

"Sure. Let's try pink. Go ahead."

He sat at the table and waited for her to change. She did, but dressed in her yellow one, the one with sunflowers.

"Is this one pretty?"

"Si, but I thought you said you wanted to try pink?"

"I just. Really wanted them to match these."

She held out a box to him, and sure enough, they were a pair of Pepa's old earrings. The lightning ones, the same ones she wore when they were teenagers. It brought back memories, really it did.

"You wanna wear these?"

"Would tìa get mad?"

Mirabel fiddled with her little hands in nerves. He chuckled.

"No, she won't. If anything, she'd be flattered. Here, let your tìo help you."

He was careful as he took off her current pair, and put these new ones on. She giggled as soon as he was done, trying not to jump in place.

"Am I pretty like tìa?"

"No. You're pretty like YOU, mija."

He kissed the top of her head, and tried not to squeeze the life out of her. She was so small and adorable, she was practically his own. She dove into her closet real quick, before coming back with just a MESS of hats.

"Speaking of pretty, we need hats! Its. Uhm. What is it called- dress code!"

"Do I get to pick my hat?"

"Mmmmmm. No."

He shrugged as she put hat after hat on his head. A blue one, a red one, a green one, a purple one. She finally settled on a very big, very annoying sun hat. Why a small child had a hat bigger than her whole body, who knew? He just nodded in approval.

"I like it. Careful, I might keep it."

"You can keep it! You do look at tìa all day, I feel like it hurts your eyes after a while."

He knew what she meant, and it was sweet, but the idea of it being used as an insult made him smirk into his hand. Kids were just special like that. After she chose her hat (an orange bowler hat), she went to her dresser yet again, pulling out a makeup kit. Mirabel was kinda showered in gifts, suffice to say.

"We doing nails today?"

"AND lipstick!"

"Alright, just be careful with the mustache, that's my best feature."

"That's not what tìa says."

He pushed the hat back a bit to give her some room, letting her tiny hands hold onto his face as she started to add some kind of powder.

"Oh yeah? What does tìa THINK is my best feature?"

"Your hands. She said you were good with them. I asked her like how, and she got all red and said hand holding. Camilo said it was gross."

Yeah, that sounded like his Pepita.

"Well that's good. I like holding her hands too-"

"Tìo don't move too much, I don't want it to smudge."

He stayed silent as she continued to add her makeup. Some powder, some lipstick, something on his eyes. He knew she was done when she moved to his nails, finding a pretty turquoise color for him. He kept still, not wanting to make her mess anything up.

"You REALLY are going all out, huh?"

"Well yeah! I wanna make sure you look pretty! You're my special guest. Even more special than Señor Oso!"

She gestured to her stuffed teddy bear in a top hat, and he nodded.

"Well, don't I feel special. He looks fancy."

"He owns a hat store, and he likes candy."

"Oh he must be...unbearably busy."

That made her giggle, showing off her little teeth. One was missing, as it had just fallen out, but it was so cute. She finished his thumb, and after getting the command to blow on them, she handed him a small hand mirror, letting him get a look. And it looked exactly how you thought it would, honestly. Not that it mattered, she was proud, she was having fun, who cared how it looked?

"Is it good?"

"Oh it's PERFECT. Pepa is gonna flip when she sees this. Mira, I look so beautiful, I'm going to make your mami jealous."

"Mami gets jealous?"

He nodded, a flashback of their younger years coming back in his mind. She sat at her chair, and she let him do HER makeup. He was no expert, but growing up with three sisters, he knew enough to make a little girl presentable.

"Oh absolutely. Your mami once thought Pepa was trying to date your dad, before they were official- she got MAD. The stories I could tell. Let's just say there was a reason why her siblings listened to her, and not JUST because she was the oldest. I remember once, when Brun-"

He stopped himself, but it was too late. He saw her little eyes past her glasses, and pain flooded her vision. Right. They weren't supposed to talk about Bruno. He opened his mouth to change the subject, but as children did, she said what she was thinking.

"Can you tell when Bruno was mad? Was...was tìo Bruno mad when I didn't get my gift? Like Abuela?"

Félix sighed. He stopped the makeup, to cup her face in his hands. She looked so small, so frail. He was naturally a nuturing figure, and he knew he'd do anything for this little girl in front of him.

"One, your Abuela was not mad at you. You did nothing wrong. What happened is just...one of things. Bad things happen, often to people who don't deserve it. As for Bruno...I can't tell you. But I can tell you this. He was the most excited at your ceremony, practically bouncing in place, like those little jumping mice. He was not mad at you. He left because...well. He saw something that demanded his attention. And when he's done, he'll..."

He wanted to say he'd come back. It's what Pepa would say. But he couldn't lie to her, he'd never forgive himself. He sighed.

"He'll...maybe, come back. I don't know. And not knowing is okay sometimes. I'm sorry, Mirabel. You deserved a gift. But I will tell you this. You do have your family, and sometimes, that's all we need. I mean, you have me, and you like ME, right?"

"Of course! I LOVE you!"

"See? THERE'S that smile!"

He kissed her little baby cheeks like a mad man, and ahe giggled like crazy. He knew she still didn't get it, hell, even HE didn't understand what happened or why. But he did know, that he REALLY wanted to tuck into some well deserved lunch. With one more kiss, he gestured to the table.

"Now! We gonna let Oso eat all these, or what?"

She hopped into her chair, practically skipping, before putting some of the snacks onto his own little plate, and handed it over to him. He let her pour the tea (he even put just a BIT in the kettle so it'd be light enough for her) into his own tea cup, and after they gave a salut, they enjoyed. He remembered exactly which cookies to get her (the one's with the lil pineapple filling, NOT the cherry ones), and made sure the tea was just perfectly sweet. Félix looked at the other party guests, trying not to ruin his lipstick or his nails as he ate and drank.

"Okay, so we have Oso. Who else is here?"

"Oh right, I haven't properly introduced you to everyone! You know Señor Oso,"

Félix tipped his hat to the stuffed bear, before looking to the stuffed horse on the other corner.

"That's Señora Caballo, she owns a glue factory,"

He snorted loud enough to stop her flow, trying nit to lose his goddamn mind.

"She. She what?"

"Owns a glue factory. Camilo said she looked proper enough for it. Why is your face like that?"

Of fucking course it was a Camilo idea. That little shit. He forced himself to breathe, before shaking his head.

"I'm. Good. I was just. Really impressed. It's tough out there for women."

"Isn't it? She's been through five businesses, and seven husbands. Though I'm a little suspicious of the last two. I'm not accusing her, but I'm just saying the timing of the insurance was pretty suspicious."

Why the fuck were kids just endless entertainment? He nodded at her, following along with the honestly great set up she had here.

"And the Bunny?"

"Oh, that's Señora Saltos. She owns a carrot farm."

"Ah, a farmer, we have something in common."

He nodded at her, and was about to resume eating his snacks, when Mirabel gestured at her with his lips.

"Don't be rude tìo, your turn. Name and occupation, please."

"Hmm? Oh. Okay. I'm Félix Madrigal, husband of Pepa, and uncle to the cutest host ever."

"And also the ugliest guy I've ever met- the fuck are you doing, dude?"

They turned to look at the just opened door. It was his little brother, Mateo. He nodded at him, lifting up his little teacup.

"One, manners. Two, having a tea party, don't be mad that you weren't invited. How come you're here?"

"I needed some of Julieta's arepas for dad. You know him and his hip. Seriously though, you look gay, bro."

"You're just mad that you'd be ugly WITH makeup."

Mateo glared at him, before sitting at the table on the floor, and clicked his tongue.

"Screw you. Kid, doll me the hell up."

"Yay!! Surprise guest!"

Mateo was always like that. Ever competitive and angry. He did look pretty with a feather boa though, he'd give him that. Mateo got pretty into it actually, and next thing he knew, he was totally stealing the attention with his stories.

"So, this guy tells me he could punt me like a football-"

"He could. You are a small, angry little man."

"Don't interrupt, that's rude. Anyway, he was talking all that s-er. Mess. So what do I do? Kick him right in the shins, and when this tall guy comes to the floor, wham, right in the face!"

Mirabel was pretty damn excited to listen to his stories, even though they were on the violent end.

"Mateo doesn't fight properly. But he fights ANGRY, and sometimes that's enough. Not that it's appropriate dinner conversation."

"I think its appropriate? If anything, we should teach her how to fight!"

"During a tea party?"

"You don't know- maybe Señora Caballo wants to start something. I won't lay hands on a woman, but if she starts something, I want the kid to be protected."

Mirabel jumped up and down on the spot, clearly giddy.

"I WANNA LEARN HOW TO FIGHT IN A DRESS!"

"Thatta girl!"

Should he encourage it? Absolutely not. But Mateo actually bonding with the kids, and her being happy? Who was he to refuse? He sighed, and clanked his glasses against theirs.

"Fine. But that's AFTER cake. Everyone knows fighting before cake is rude."

"That sounds wrong, but I don't know enough about tea parties to dispute this."

Félix was about to get up to get the cake he bought from the kitchen, when the door opened yet again. Abuela.

"What's going on in here? We heard yell...what are you wearing?"

"We were doing a tea p-ay ay ay!"

The kids flooded in in curiosity, and every one of them gasped at the set up. Camilo immediately went for the snacks, and went on through stuffed cheeks.

"No fair Mirabel! You should've done MY makeup! Like sure for dad it's okay but for MATEO? There's NO helping that!"

Félix had to remind Mateo that he could, in fact, not throw hands with a child. Mirabel held up her makeup kit, clearly flattered that someone else wanted her to do their makeup.

"I can do your makeup if you want?"

"YES."

"Mira, me too!"

"No fair, I'M her sister! I wanna go next!"

"Can I get a unicorn nails?!"

All the kids wanted their turns, and Fèlix looked at Mirabel. She looked happy. Looked proud, as if she found her purpose. People needed a purpose in life, and even if this wasn't permanent, he was happy that she found it for right now. Camilo stuck his tongue out at everyone else, huffing like the brat he was.

"Nope! I go first!"

"Nuh uh! Girls first!"

Camilo turned into Dolores, looking as smug as smug could be. Dolores scoffed, looking at her Papi while she pointed at her brother.

"Papi! Tell him that doesn't count!"

"Sorry mija, imma count it. You can go second in line though! Come on, line up everyone!"

Camilo grinned smugly, turning back into himself as he sat in front of Mirabel, letting himself get fitted for a hat. Félix kept to the doorway to give room to the kids, when he noticed Julieta and Pepa just walked in. Pepa gave him a look, before she walked over, laughing into her hand.

"Oh my god what happened to your face?"

"What? You jealous that I look so pretty?"

He did a little pose, and it made his Pepa laugh oh so beautifully. She plucked the hat off of his head, using it to cover the view of them kissing. Yep.

He loved his family.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #we got a lil angst #lotta sweet #we got Félix not giving a SHIT that he gets dolled up #love Mirabel thinking her tìa is so pretty #listen im proud at how cute this is im ngl #and yes #Pepa thinks its sexy that hes so good with kids

[changingplumbob]

New Goth Household: Chapter 2, Part 3

Alexander was sick the day before Halloween. It's not often just one person in the household gets sick… The house hosts a Halloween party and Keira is ready to let Marta know how she feels.

Before the party everyone finishes off their projects to excellent standard, ready to present later. Harvey has stopped by to make sure James won't let Keira's younger teen brother Reece and his friends in. James assures him he has no intention of letting minors in when juice is served.

Keira comes from a premade family and it took me forever to spell her name right. That's why I'm happy that for Halloween this geek can dress up as Qi'ra from Solo. Another woman whose name is pronounced the same but spelled completely differently. Kiera, Kira, Kyra, Keera the variants never stop.

Household picture before the party starts. I must say, the party, not what I envisioned. You'll see but it's an example of "Man plans, god laughs". To equate it "watcher plans, game code laughs".

James had a headache so I sent him for a nap before dinner.

Alexander: What are you dressed as

Joey: Rich lord, ladies love them

Keira: News to me

Joey: You're a lesbian, you don't count

Alexander: It just seems very conservative for you

Joey: Skinny doesn't lend itself to topless costumes

Keira: Ah

Joey: Yo James, you feeling better

James: A little bit

Alexander: Tell me if you need to lie down, please

James: I will. What are you doing Keira

Keira: Me? Just making sure Marta has the address

Joey: I take from your smile she's not straight

Keira: Could be bi, could be pan, but I have a chance

Alexander: Will you be okay with the crowd

Keira: Isn't it just high school friends

Joey: I may have flicked a few extra ladies the invite

Keira: How many are we talking

Alexander: Don't worry about them. Focus on Marta. Let her know how you feel

Keira: I'll try, really I will, just crowds

Joey: Soz

Alexander and the juice keg meet again. Last time didn't go so well, but this is the reward keg from their last party. It'll be... okay, no, it's gone everywhere. Bouncing back from the failure Alexander tries again. Success! We have a working keg. But we also hired a bartender to be safe.

James: Hey love, is everything- woah!

Alexander: Ready for a brilliant night? Yes it is. Come here

Keira meanwhile has had her nerves take a turn. She's now seeing a few stars here and there. Deciding to do her best to ignore this emerging headache she gets started on the juice.

The party begins and the guests start arriving. Most of the buddies from high school got the costume memo but other young adults have just shown up in party outfits, ready for a good time. The mixologist showed up so that's a positive for a sims event.

Keira: Hey Mar- Ah

Marta: Ay dios mio, are you okay Keira

Keira: Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine. Your costume-

Marta: Have you met Dolores?

The two share a laugh.

Marta: Who are you

Keira: Qi'ra

Marta: Huh?

Keira: It's a Star Wars pun. It's pronounced the same but spelled different

Keira: Maybe sometime we can watch the films

Marta: That sounds fun. Are you sure you're all right?

Keira: It's just a headache, shouldn't be contagious or anything

Marta: You know what I've HEARD makes you feel better

Keira: An arepa?

Marta: *laughs* comforting hugs

Keira: Thanks Marta

Marta: I also brought you a gift

Keira: You did

Marta produces a rose.

Keira: A rose? Oh it's beautiful

Marta: A beautiful rose for a beautiful carino

Keira: I don't know that word

Marta: Maybe I'll teach it to you someday

Keira: I'd like that. Very much

Marta's smile lifts Keira's courage.

Keira: Care to duet with me

Marta: I thought you didn't like crowds

Keira: What crowd? I only see you

The two flick through the catalogue and pick Meant To Be by Marta's favourite singer Bebe Rexha. The two begin and Keira feels her worries begin to float away.

🎵No need to go nowhere fast Let's enjoy right here where we at🎶 🎵Who knows where this road is supposed to lead We got nothing but time🎶 🎵As long as you're right here next to me Everything's gonna be alright🎶 🎵If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be🎶

Alexander: James, are you okay

James: My head is pounding

Alexander: Lets go to bed

James: No love, we've not danced together yet

Alexander: Fine. One dance then we're going right to bed

James: Does that make us bad hosts

Alexander: I don't care, I just care about you

James: How did I get so lucky

Keira starts to realise it's not just that her worries are floating away, she's getting light headed. She figures it's just the juice and carries on.

🎵Whoa, hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see🎶 🎵If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be🎶

Joey meanwhile is noticing some lingering glances from one of the guests he's invited. She's an unattached blonde and he wonders if she might like to take things upstairs. He puts on his best fake English accent and goes for it.

🎵So, come on, ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes🎶 🎵So, come on, ride with me, ride with me Baby, if it's meant to be🎶 🎶Maybe we do🎵 🎶Maybe we don't🎵 🎶Maybe we will🎵 🎶Maybe we won't🎵 🎵But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be🎶

The girls finish to scattered applause that rings in Keira's ears as she goes from light headed to somewhat delirious.

Keira: You sounded lovely

Marta: Ay dios mio, you're covered in swirls

Keira: I do feel pretty swirly, and stary

Marta: You need rest

Keira: No, tonight is meant to be fun

Marta: It has been

Keira: But I don't want you to leave

Marta: I won't but the rest of your roommates have disappeared. You don't mind if I kick everyone else out

Keira: Kick, kick, I kick a soccer ball very well

Marta: Go upstairs and change, I'll make some tea

Keira: T is a letter

Marta: It is, now go

Keira: You're so sweet, like sweet tea

Marta: Go on

Keira: I am no longer Qi'ra, I'm Keira, ta da

Marta: *chuckles* so I see, the tea will just be a minute

Keira: I didn't know we even had a tea kettle

Marta: I dug through the cupboards

Keira: Huh. This place is so massive

Marta: It is very large

Keira: Guys and their sizes pfft

Marta: Sit down before you fall over, I'll bring the tea

Keira: Thank you. How do you say that in Spanish

Marta: Gracias

Keira: Gra-ci-as. Gracias Marta

Marta: Drink up, the tea will help

Keira: Then what

Marta: Then you sleep

Keira: No! Why? We're having fun

Marta: When we have some real fun you'll want to remember it

Keira: Do I sound drunk or is that just in my head? I'm sure I only had 1 cup of juice

Marta: Get in bed carino

Keira: Thank you, gracias, for looking after me

Marta: No problem, now sleep

Keira: But I want to talk

Marta: We'll talk when you're feeling like you and I'm not looking like Dolores

Keira: Promise

Marta: Promise carino

Marta settles at the computer while she waits for Keira to fall asleep. When she's sure Keira is sleeping restfully, she leaves, but places the rose in a vase first. That way Keira can have her memory jogged in the morning.

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #Rotation7 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #NewGothHousehold #AlexanderGoth #JoeyYork #KeiraFoster #JamesRyan #MartaRomero #R0706

[dragoneyes618]

Askew, Awry, Atilt

Based on this post in @toaverse‘s kidnapped Isabela and Dolores AU.

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“Look,” Pepa sighed, rubbing her forehead, careful not to let any stress or anger or frustration seep into her tone. The family had long since learned that Isabela and Dolores did not react well to even mild signs of anger, even tones and gestures that could even be misinterpreted as anger. To put it mildly.

“We’re not mad at you,” she said. It was important to establish that.

“You’re not?” Dolores asked, the two of them-her only daughter, her niece-looking at her warily.

“No,” she assured them. “We were just worried about you. We didn’t know where you were, and we couldn’t find you.”

The family had torn the house apart looking for them, trying to trace their tracks outside, asking Antonio to ask his animal friends if they’d seen them.

After all, the last time Isabela and Dolores had been missing, they’d never come back.

 Pepa and Julieta had even been this close to asking Bruno to try to have a vision, when Isabela and Dolores had nonchalantly slipped back inside, having snuck out in the middle of the night to look at the stars. The stars were a rare sight in the city, apparently, and even more so in the little room of the old decrepit house down a dark smoggy alley where the two of them had been trapped for nearly their whole lives.

At first, the family had been inclined to let Isabela and Dolores get away with everything. No consequences for any misbehavior, not that there was any of that. They were their daughters, and they had been gone for thirteen years; they’d been thought dead. They were going to give them all the love and care and attention and nourishment and gifts that they’d been unable to.

But they’d realized that Isabela and Dolores had no idea how to function in society, in the town, with other people, with their own family. They had been isolated from the word for thirteen years, since they were both six years old. They didn’t understand things like body language or personal hygiene or facial expressions. They didn’t understand common expressions that people used or metaphors or similes. Well, they understood a few-they had had the “company” of the four people who had held them hostage all these years, after all-but not many, and most of those were rather...worrying. And, comparatively minor, but they could barely read and write, had mostly illegible handwriting, and knew only the basic mathematics that you could figure out yourself on your fingers, and had absolutely no knowledge of things like history or current events. The terrible riot that had broken out in Bogota the day after the two of them had, by sheer chance, run into Agustin-literally-hadn’t helped their impression of the outside world.

So it was decided that they would gently be taught; things like brushing your hair and teeth every day, that you stood an arm’s length away when talking to someone, that a raised arm did not always mean a blow, that they didn’t need to hoard food beneath their beds.

And they would be told the household rules, and expected to follow them. Failure to do so would be met with the same punishment afforded everyone else who didn’t-chores, grounding, or a combination of both.

Upon Isabela and Dolores’ return from their midnight escapade, it had naturally fallen to their respective mothers to talk to them. But Julieta couldn’t, because the girls reacted...badly...to her presence and Felix’s.

Apparently, one of the people who had held them for all these years-the only woman, according to Isabela and Dolores-what a monster, Pepa couldn’t understand how any woman could treat someone else’s child so cruelly-had borne an uncanny resemblance to Julieta. And one of the men somehow looked almost exactly like Felix. Like an evil twin.

It broke Pepa’s heart, to see her daughter and niece quail in fear from her own sister and husband. Julieta and Felix understood why; Isabela and Dolores knew now that they were actually their respective mother and father, and that they weren’t Daniela and Cesar. They had even mustered up the courage to say a few words to them once in a while, and hardly ever jumped when one or the other walked into the room.

But now, in the middle of the night, during a time of stress? No, only Pepa was here. Julieta was cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Again.

“Look,” Pepa said again. “You can’t just leave in the middle of the night. When you leave, you have to tell someone where you’re going. And you can’t just go out in the night,” she added quickly. “You can only leave the house during the day.”

They nodded slowly, digesting this.

“We’re sorry,” Isabela told her.

“We won’t do it again,” Dolores added.

That was another odd mannerism about the two of them. They never said I or me. It was always we or us.

“It’s all right,” Pepa assured them. “You’re not in trouble.” She paused. “Well, actually, you are in a little bit of trouble, because we already told you that you can’t leave by yourself without telling anyone where you’re going-” They’d been through that several weeks after the girls’ arrival, when they’d wandered off to explore and gotten lost three blocks from Casita. ”-so you’re going to have to stay in your room.”

They stared at her.

“You can stay in the same room,” Pepa added. “For the rest of the night and tomorrow.” They both refused to sleep in separate rooms, always switching off between each other’s rooms. And the family wasn’t going to force them apart. Letting them share a room was nothing.

They stared at her.

“Girls?” Pepa asked.

Isabela, the oldest by a scant few weeks, always protective of Dolores, spoke first. “Our punishment for going outside when we weren’t allowed to is to go to our room?”

“Si.” Pepa had a feeling she was missing something.

They looked confused.

“That’s it?” Dolores asked.

“That’s it,” Pepa echoed.

Isabela and Dolores shared a wordless look. It was like the two of them could communicate without words. Something seemed to pass between them.

Dolores’s eyes lit up, and she whispered something to Isabela.

Isabela’s brow cleared. “Ohh,” she said, in the tone of one who has just figured out a riddle. “So you’re going to hit us there?”

Pepa recoiled. “What? No-”

“Because you don’t want Antonio to hear us scream?” Dolores guessed. “Don’t worry, we won’t scream. You can hit us really hard to punish us and we won’t make a sound!” She looked as though that was something to be proud of.

Isabela nodded. “They don’t like it when we scream because someone might hear, so we’ve had lots of practice.”

No.

No.

She should have expected this. The girls had been held prisoner by evil, wretched people who didn’t deserve to be called human for most of their childhoods. Their view of-of everything was totally warped.

They had no idea what was normal. To think this was normal-to be beaten hard enough to scream for a minor misdemeanor-

Dolores’s missing ear was plain for all to see. She should have realized-

“No,” her lips said. “No. We are not going to hit you. You will just go to your room and that’s it. Nothing else.”

Isabela and Dolores looked at each other, shrugged, and went up the stairs to one of their rooms.

Pepa sank onto the nearest chair, burying her face in her hands as rain drummed on the roof in an echo of the sobs shaking her shoulders.

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Also posted on Archive of our Own.

#encanto #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #au #alternate universe #kidnapped isabela and dolores au #kidnapped isa and dolores au #fanfiction #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction

[themountainsays]

Please give us electric boogaloo headcanons. Especially about Camilo the Colombian Zeus jajaja

Oh umm aaaaah a bit of non-graphic nsfw below and also uhhhh mentions of miscarriage(? and pregnancy and heterosexual seks. and incst, but that's what we're all here for :)

Even though Camilo is the biological father of all the kids, Isa and Mirabel's kids only ever see him as a funny uncle and he priorizes his children with Dolores (he still loves the other kids as his niblings though).

Speaking of, their family tree is pretty confusing, so the kids all see each other as cousins, and their parents' cousins as their aunts and uncles.

Ik we mentioned triplets a lot but I also like the idea of each couple having three children so uhhh let's say they're different timelines. Each couple has three children, and all off them have at least SOMETHING that makes them VERY OBVIOUSLY Camilo's, whether it be appearance, body language etc. The people in town try not to mind much. What happens in the M.adrigal household is an open secret and discussing it in length is considered bad manners.

While Isabela and Camilo trust each other enough to do what's needed in order to get her pregnant, at her request, they frankly don't enjoy it much, even when he tries to turn into Mirabel - though he's usually keeping his eyes closed and thinking about his sister, so it's not uncommon for him to accidentally turn into Dolores, which makes it all the more awkward for poor Isa, who's wondering how come so many women do this kind of thing for pleasure. She's happy to be a mother, yes, she's happy to carry her children, she's happy she has a guy she trusts enough to help her with this, but she's a top lesbian at heart and she knows that, after that day, she's gonna need to have her little sister writhing under her to feel comfortable again. Camilo feels pretty awkward as well, even if he does like women (contrary to Isabela, who doesn't like men), and he can tRY to pretend it's his sister under him (lies. Dolores always tops him. This is nothing like being with her). Two pairs of his children/niblings were already born days apart from each other, because after giving Isa a hand, he usually rushes to his sister, who's very quick to comfort him and, well. Juli and Pepa felt very nostalgic watching Dolores and Isa share the experience together, since they also had children at the same time :)

Dolores DOES convince them to try being all four of them together at one point, since her poor brother and cousin seem to struggle so much. Little Cami can barely make his little friend work half of the time, because he only wants his sister. It's awkward at first, but they soon realize how comforting it is to have their actual wives with them, and it's a technique they continue to try, even if it's not nearly was hot as Dolores expected it to be. She expected a full uhh incst fours0me with breeding and hot girls making out. She still enjoyed it though.

...I'm not into OCxCanon ships but... Belita ends up with Antonio when they're older. Alma lives long enough to witness their wedding.

I hope I'm not forgetting any important details or messing with the continuity but if I am, let's say these are two different timelines idk. Belita is around 8-12 years older than the rest of her siblings. She was conceived much earlier, when Camilo was only 15 and Dolores 21. It was a very scary experience, initially, but eventually they shared the truth and the family came around to help them raise the child, after some struggle. Camilo and Dolores decided to be a lot more careful (read: experimental) from then on, so they wouldn't be caught off guard again, and they only began to discuss the idea of more children once Dolores began approaching her thirties, and their two other children are much closer in age. Belita does have a cousin around two years younger, conceived when Camilo was 17 and Isabela was 24. Mirabel, of course, wanted to have it - she was the one asking for a baby after all, but Isabela gave her a rotund no. She was way too baby back then. They only agreed to have a child that young because Isa convinced her to let her do it, since she's older, and Mira really really really really wanted one. Her two following pregnancies are, as stated above, at the same time as Dolores'.

Belita is quite hot-tempered, but she's super helpful with the kids. She has a bit of a girl scout vibe in which she leads them through the forest to explore, but she's only allowed to do so when it rains, lest she burns everything on accident, so all of the kids get really good at survival under stormy conditions. It kinda gives Camilo a heart attack to have them in the woods like that, but Dolores reassures him that she's always keeping an ear on them.

Belita is the only one who inherited Pepa's reddish hair. It's not as bright and vibrant as hers though, it's more like cinnamon. All the other kids have very dark hair.

Camilo and Dolores' second child is named Pepa, in an attempt to quell any anger their mother may have left.

Contrary to popular belief, Mira DID try to get pregnant, because she didn't think it was fair that her sister had to handle all their children. A pregnancy is not an easy task, and they've always been painful to Isa, and it's pretty terrifying for Mira to see her big sister cry and scream in pain. Isa always insisted she be the one to carry their children, initially because Mira was too young, and later on because they were all worried that, being an incst baby herself, getting pregnant with (technically, biologically) her cousin's child may represent health complications for the baby. Biologically, cousin are "less related" than they seem, and health problems may begin to show up after a few generations of incst. As for Mira's case, she got lucky. But they all fear the worst. However, because she seems perfectly healthy, and Isa's second pregnancy was so difficult to her, Mira finally managed to convince her to let her try. They had their mother's food-medicine, after all. Mirabel was actually quite excited - she loves being a mother, but a tiny part of her always worries she's not "real" enough, because she never carried a child, and all of her children are, biologically, simply her niblings (an idea she HATES). It wasn't particularly pleasant, but she did try! She and Camilo tried several times, calculating her cycle very carefully and trying all the recommended foods and herbs and stuff. Isabela refused to leave her side, of course - anything Camilo had to do, he could do it while Mirabel lay her head on her lap. But after a year or two or more of nothing, it was undeniable that she simply couldn't get pregnant. That's one of the only health complications she has a result of her parents being siblings, she has some sort of fertility problem. Maybe she never got pregnant. Maybe she did get pregnant once, twice, multiple times, maybe, but always lost the baby. Maybe she almost managed to carry a pregnancy to term once, but in the end, her baby was a stillborn. Possibly more than one option. Whatever hurts worse. Poor girl just cries in her sister's arms for weeks until she falls asleep.

#madrigalcest #shipcest #black moth AU crack edition electric boogaloo #not safe for casita #miscarriage cw #camilores #isamira

[casitafallz]

LTRL AU | Actions and Consequences

Dolores lay awake in her room, the sound of the new waterfall in Antonio’s room was out of sync and much lower in it’s rhythmic thudding of water than Isabela’s but she had worked out easily the differences of height from the water drop was a factor to the pitch and there was a pleasantness to it as both were consistent, thumping sounds of the background. Far easier to listen out for.

But she wasn’t listening into Isabela’s room just for her décor sounds, but she could hear the slight unease in her eldest prima’s breathing as she slept but she had waited for it to be a good time to get up. Tia Julieta would be up soon, she could hear the lightness on her breath and more shifting of the bed sheets to know she was entering a lighter sleep pattern.

So she had about thirty minutes to get up, sorted, and back to her room before anyone noticed.

Quietly, Dolores slipped from her room and headed down to the kitchen first and straight to pick up the dry herbs used in her mother and Tia’s teas. She was unfortunate to know how…active both were as loving, affectionate couples but she knew that it was something that was required to make sure that neither she or her cousins had any surprise babies… except Mama that gave them Antonio; he just really wanted to exist despite her mother’s attempts.

But this was a necessity. Isabela could not have a baby in this household with everything so fragile between everyone. Isabela didn’t need the added stress and certainly, that baby wouldn’t need it either so… a preventative was best offered as soon as possible.

Dolores found the pot easily; it was very district with its terracotta ceramic jar, label less with a delicate lid. She plucked out a few herbs, hoping that Tia wouldn’t notice much missing. She set some into a mug and thankfully, Casita had already fired up the kettle to boil so it was done by the time she slipped the rest into a small cup and gently filled it up. The fire died quickly as she padded away but she worried Tia would notice the lingering heat but she hoped Casita would have the fires going by the time Tia got to the kitchen.

There was little hesitation as her feet led the way up the short slight of steps to the front of Isabela’s door and gently knocked upon the surface, wincing a little as it echoed back so loudly against her ear drums that felt like she could wake up the household. Inside, she heard Isabela wake sharply and then groan out in pain as she moved to rise with a fluttering heart rate.

“C-Come in, Dolores,” Isabela grunted softly.

Dolores let herself in though masked her surprise at Isabela’s guess but didn’t think on it too much as she took in her eldest prima in bed. Isabela looked…somewhat of a mess. Her face a little pale, the distinct smell of sweat clung to her and there was a few bruises of a particular nature that lingered just around the base of her throat. It seemed thankful the plants scents masked the rest and Dolores didn’t plan to overthink on it either.

“I brought this, you should drink quickly and get cleaned up.” She whispered, holding out the mug.

Isabela blinked dryly at her then down to the mug, shifting a little to sit up. “What is it? Pain relief?” A hopeful note in her voice as she took it, giving it a quick sniff

“No, our parents use it for birth control” Dolores gave her a soft, patient look though set the other cup down to free her hands “but I figure it’s best to be in a little pain than pregnant.”

The color returned very quickly to Isabela’s cheeks before she felt the girl’s panic as her eyes widened and as she took a heft glug, only to gag but forced it down with tears in her eyes. “Oh that’s not nice.”

“It’s nicer cooler and not that speed. Sip it.” Dolores rolled her eyes, pulling back the bed sheets from the rest of Isa’s body though tried not to cringe at anything else on the sheets. All of it would need to be cleaned. “You bled. We can pass it off as a period, I know you’ve been irregular the last two months so it’ll be easy to mask.” Though she could see some spots of red, there wasn’t a lot which meant it’d stop within the next day or so.

Isabela glanced down and then groaned but nodded though she winced a little as she made to move. Dolores gently held her arm, helping her up as Isa wavered a little.

“Are you still in pain?”

Isabela shook her head softly, “only deep aches.” Her spare hand came to her lower belly. “Soreness.”

Given what she heard before she had shut herself away to dampen the sounds of the world, Dolores wasn’t surprised. “It was your first time, it can ache but as long as the pain isn’t there, that’s good.” Her first time was less messy, but there was aching for her too so she knew exactly how she was hurting.

The soft blush remained though Isabela drained her remaining tea. “Are you going to tell on me?” The note of caution remained in her tone but the heartbeat was increasing with the girl’s anxiety. Fear of exposure but the fact she wasn’t completely losing it was a relief. Last night had done some good.

“No.” Dolores knew the weight of what would happen if she did and it would unpleasant for everyone, more so for Isabela. “You needed it last night. I’m sorry for what happened with…the photo and the presents you made.” She could only imagine what that felt like and to be alone, it was soul crushing and… Mateo was a good choice for her situation. “Also… I felt like I owe you for Mariano so I won’t say anything but… I need you to be responsible here.” She gestured the second cup of herbs she had left “Make your tea in here so your mother doesn’t notice anything missing where the usual stuff is.”

Isabela set her empty mug down, her fingers coming to pick up the herbs gingerly and give them a sniff, her thumb and finger brushing over the leaf a little before she nodded tightly though looked up at her with a calm relief.

“Thank you.”

Dolores smiled softly, her hand coming to Isa’s shoulder. “I know you’re trying and people here aren’t seeing that. You know I want you to be happy as well.”

Isabela’s expression was still soft though she blinked a little in surprise as Isabela’s arms wrapped around her into a tight hug. It took a second to reciprocate and gingerly rubbed her back. It wasn’t about the hug but the distinct smell that only grew in proximity that she wasn’t fond of.

“Isa, as much as I know you want to keep hugging…your mother will be up soon. You should get to the bathroom first and clean yourself up before breakfast. I’ll change your bed sheets.”

Isabela pulled back though not too far to seem offended, though spared a look to the back of her nightgown with a grimace at the reminder.

“You okay with that?”

Dolores nodded softly. “No one else needs to know and I can get away with things more than you can right now.”

-

Antonio had an enjoyable birthday and he loved his gift. He loved each of his new friends and listening to their little stories. Some animals, like Pico and Parce were more there in brains with how they spoke than others and with how they responded to him.

It felt so nice.

But he also felt bad.

It wasn’t a huge feeling except it was a twinge that was in his gut that was there all the time and Antonio tried not to feel it all the time, as Camilo said it was best not to think too much and he shouldn’t feel guilty.

That was what he was still feeling and he didn’t like it. It hadn’t gone away like Camilo had said. He didn’t doubt his brother’s words about him deserving better and he did like the present but that wasn’t what he was so guilty about. It was Mirabel’s ones. One that Isabela had thought had given her and thought she opened it… Mirabel had no idea and Camilo wanted to make sure Mirabel only got the best but…throwing someone else’s present away… it wasn’t a nice thing to do.

Antonio’s animals stayed with him as his Mami picked out his nice new outfit for the day and soon enough they were outside his room for breakfast where the family was setting up. He clambered onto a seat, Parce’s head resting on his lap.

“Can you warm up Abuela’s seat?” He asked brightly to his coatis friends who leaped brightly though there was a minor squabble as their bodies tried to all stay on at the same time.

Though his Papi brought him his plate, his eyes wandered a little though he couldn’t help the gnawing guilt return as he saw his sister with Dolores, Isabela looking tired and pale as she filled her plate with food and sit down with a twitch of her eye like sitting was uncomfortable. He was used to seeing her like that and normally, he didn’t feel bad because he didn’t think he needed to. She hurt his best friend in the world and it wasn’t anything he knew to get involved in when all the adults did.

But she still made a present for Mirabel.

“Mami,” Antonio piped up, tearing his eyes away from Isabela to his Mami who had been about to sit, her head turning to face with him a prideful expression.

“Si, Mijo?”

His mind scrambled to come up with a reason because he didn’t want to make a fuss but…. he wanted this feeling to go. He didn’t want to tell everyone of what happened. He didn’t want Camilo in trouble. “Parce was…telling me about a few things but… I don’t get it but maybe you could…explain it to me better”

The look on his Mami’s face became a little fixed though a slight cloud appeared above her head “What…what has he been telling you?”

Antonio spared a look down the table though she rose swiftly and even his Papi joined and led him away into the kitchen though he felt a little better to be away from so many eyes, he felt nervous still as he stood, Pico grumbling a little about not enough seeds for him to eat in his ear.

“What’s going on?” Mami’s voice turned soft as she knelt down.

Antonio licked his lips, “I think I did a bad thing… I feel bad.” He admitted, “I don’t like it.”

The slight tilt of her head, before her hand came to his cheek. “Oh? What happened? Is it something that needs to be cleared up?”

Antonio shook his head, his guts tensing up though he felt his eyes well up. “Well… well I was here with Camilo and… and he was shifted as Mirabel to cheer me up a bit and…Isabela came in and… gave us a present.” He started, not meeting his Mami in the eye, even as she looked to Papi in confusion.

“Go on?” Papa encouraged.

“Well… she left after she gave them to us and… well she didn’t know it wasn’t Mirabel she gave a present to… and… and Mirabel still doesn’t know.” He spoke quickly though he turned his eyes to the bin where he had seen Camilo drop them off to. “He put them in there because he said we both deserved better.” He pointed. “I’m sorry!” He dove forwards and burst into tears.

He felt the mussel of Parce against his lower back though before the soft patters of rain though the warm comforts of his Mami was nice as she stroked his back.

“Excuse me.”

He barely noticed Isabela come in, clean her plate down and leave without a backward look, watching over his Mami’s shoulder as Papi went to look into the bin.

“What am I looking for?”

-

The soreness hadn’t left even as Isabela sullenly collected her bag of tools and a new bucket of misty water, gravel and pebbles and left. Only it wasn’t entirely water and stones but she had read her personal pond had a colony bacteria in it to help maintain its waters and it seemed prudent to share if their pond outside was to support any fish life.

Her steps followed the familiar path down through the quiet, early morning streets of Encanto but as light as she felt in her head, the sadness had settled well into her heart but the distance between her and Casita was liberating. They were happy without her at the party, they wouldn’t miss her at breakfast either and she had already eaten enough.

Her shoulders relaxed as she came to the familiar pond.

It had been worked on in the few days of her absence. The pond had the plants it needed but it was still very early days and still trying to find solutions to keep the pond alive with what they had. The outside looked very nice now with a neatened border and a rocky edge for where the new bench was to go. Bushes planted looked to be taken well.

Isabela sighed heavily, setting down the tools before taking off her shoes.

Some elements of her gift couldn’t be suppressed; like how Dolores couldn’t stop hearing. She had always had it; knowing where to grow her plants and where they were outside her vision and manipulate with no obvious movement but now, she felt…good and her mind clear that she felt the soft touches of the grass blades under her feet that used to be a light of a small spark of awareness of the plants around her to a bright light of buzzing.

So much more than before.

The information seemed to tickle though like an expansion of her senses. Impulses flickered across the grass, curving around objects that didn’t connect like stones or diverting down into the ground to follow other, more foreign fungal networks and connecting into other roots, like the trees… she could almost feel how they strained with the wind, the rustling of the warming wind… how the sun was pleasant against the hundreds of leaves that filled their ‘hunger’ but there were impulses that seemed to carry a lot more than just impulses of information she could barely read.

Isabela had read vaguely trees had a system designed to transfer minerals and water to help maintain the plant in it’s environment; to change when it needed to… but she didn’t think too much on that as she skated along the root systems of the grass that seemed to an outlay of world map of her immediate surroundings in pulsing lines in her mind but the subtle shifting from the wind’s was easy to tell from the sudden changes of patterns of something else and non-natural over it’s surface.

Imprint patterns.

Four feet.

Two people.

Or one mutant person but two separate seemed most likely.

It took everything to find her way back but it was so busy. The plant life in the pond, she could feel their roots starting to form properly into the soil, healthy but struggling…. They needed help...or more light.

“Isabela?” A touch to the shoulder was enough to jolt her back to her body with a sharp gasp, her eyes flickering around though she saw both Francesca and Mateo hovering in front of her.

Her eyes flickered between the two, “Sorry… I was…elsewhere.” She shook her head, her hands coming to wipe at her eyes though she swiftly slipped her shoes back on to dampen the background ‘noise’. It was immediate, the buzzing was gone and she felt fully present in her own body.

It felt odd, to be able to process that now. Was a new element of her gift unlocked now? Did having sex just open that area open up for her or was it just…how she was feeling that made that difference?

“Your eyes clouded over a little.” Fran remarked dryly, “I won’t ask, but that can’t be good if you’re not aware of your surroundings” She bent down and peered into the bucket by her feet. “So, this will help the water, Si?”

Mateo lingered if a little, his brow creased in concern still. Isabela patted his arm, just to cool his nerves a little though he lingered nonetheless.

“Isa,” Fran called again, “should I toss the whole lot in or be gentle?”

Isabela licked her lips softly though weighed the options. Either would work but she’d rather not crush any of the plants with a random toss. Fran rolled her skirt up and began to wade in she opted not to follow; the water would overwhelm her just as much as the grass would. So much floating…

“Pick out the large rock, and disperse the rest in the middle. Give me the bucket when you’re done. I want to get more clay.” She could put it to some use and clear out an area here and plant a fruit sapling here, or potted fruit plants, there wasn’t too much light filtered down but it would be nice for people to enjoy a snack.

Fran gave a little half sarcastic salute and began to pull out the rocks and settle them into the water happily, the few loose strands that had fallen from her bun almost dipping into the surface.

“What are you putting in here? I thought the pond was done enough to leave and settle down?” Mateo asked, coming to collect the rake from the box of tools that hadn’t bothered to take home, tucked into a crevice of a large tree. It was easier to leave the large stuff here and take her hand tools back to her room.

“Most ponds have bacteria that can help aid the pond growth.” Isabela spoke, “The pond in my room is…full of that so I’m introducing those bacteria here to colonize the bottom of this pond more efficiently than what’s left over here. It should help keep the water clear but… it’ll take weeks for the bacteria to colonize. After that… then we can add fish. It does feel a little sluggish at the moment but we’re on the right track.”

“Oh.” He hummed softly, gently raking up some of the leaves from the edge and back towards the treeline. “How was…this morning?”

“I didn’t pay too much attention. Ate food and left. I’d rather be out here then… at the Casita. No doubt Abuela’s going to be talking about the joys of a new gift in the familia.” Isabela shrugged, though she pulled out her trowel and began to look for her previous dig patch for clay again.

Bending down was fine but it wasn’t until she was kneeling and using her lower muscles that she groaned out softly, taking a second’s pause.

“You okay?” Mateo’s voice carried in concern though she waved him away from getting too involved.

“I’m fine.” She winced as she slipped to sitting but that didn’t help on the uneven floor.

“Do you need help?” Fran’s voice echoed, her steps sloshing out water as she padded out with the half empty bucket. “You didn’t sit on something did you?”

Isabela shook her head, “It’s nothing, Fran. I…overexerted myself yesterday.”

“In what way that’d hurt downstairs? Your period? Do I need to get Chocolate Santafereño?”

“Er..” Mateo coughed a little. “I think…we should let her be. I don’t think…” he trailed off a little though there was a pink undertone rising up from his dark green collar and he clearly didn’t know how to finish but it made Isabela smile he wasn’t trying to spill. It just made him look awkward about the implication Fran was on about.

Fran turned and have him a sour look, “Don’t get iffy with me about the female body talks, you have a sister and you should know by now, Mateito.”

Mateo looked between a rock and a hard place and clearly, Fran looked eager to mess with him either way so Isa decided to step in.

“I’m sore but I’ll be fine, Fran.” She gave her a look, “Can we please not talk about it anymore… It was a bad day yesterday.”

“What could have happened? Did you fall? Get pushed off the balcony? Get lost in the depth of your cousin’s room? Was it a good party, excluding your situation, Isa?” Her question changed and diverted between them two.

Isabela smiled softly as Mateo began to talk, gently pulling aside some topsoil and gently. Of course, the therapeutic act didn’t last long before—

“What?!”

Isabela jumped a little, turning quickly to see Fran fuming, Mateo with his hands up trying to calm her down.

“What short-sighted person didn’t see that happening? Are they purposely being assholes?” The use of langue wasn’t much of a surprise. Though the look of 'help' crossed Mateo’s features.

“Let’s not bring it up anymore, Isa—“

“—should have called them out on it.”

Isabela winced as she pushed herself up again and clawed her way back onto her feet. “I don’t want to tell them, Fran.” She breathed, her hand gripping the front of her skirt. “There’s no point.”

“Like hell, there isn’t. They had a party and a photo that was well known you couldn’t be in. There are ten other people living in that huge, weirdly sentient house and it occurred to no one that a very significant person in their family can’t come in?”

“If I call it out then it still looks bad on me, Fran.” Isabela tried tiredly. “Everything like that wouldn’t be seen as calling out their issues and only highlighting the fact I’m trying to cause trouble or trying to get pity. I don’t…want to go through that and live with it.” Isa begged softly.

“We…should respect that at least, right?” Mate tried. “Please, Fran. I know you love a sense of justice but let’s…keep a low profile.”

Fran gave him a look, her brow dented though Isa held her gaze.

“What are you two hiding?”

Isa blanched. “Nothing.”

“You’re calm,” Pointing to Mateo, “You look a little too serene for such a shit night.” She added to Isabela though after a second, her eyes flickered back and forth then down to how she gripped her skirt before gasping out. “Oh! You two fucked!”

Mateo backed away at her words, his hands coming to cover his crouch with the bucket. “Don’t shout that out!” He hissed cheeks turning pink.

Isabela also blushed, not quite meeting her eyes.

Fran looked crossed between disgusted and surprised before she took a sudden breath and turned away with quiet mutters. Isabela held her breath, watching as Fran seemed to quickly go through the cycle of grief before turning back like a stern mother looking at the two of them like she was disappointed.

“Isa, answer this to me now. Do you regret your night with him?”

“No,” Isa answered, though her cheeks remained ever pink. “I…I needed him.”

“You?”

“Nope. It was a good night.” Mateo agreed, “Are you okay, Fran?”

Fran licked her lips, her expression becoming dry. “Look, I will put more rules here now and I am serious because this is. I don’t care if you two have ‘fun’ in that way but I will not tolerate if you two sour up this group if you avoid the sex topic that you two have started. If you argue, I expect you to make up and become civil until the pond and this area is done. No making this awkward. Establish what you two have going on because I don’t wanna feel like a third-wheeler here. Okay?”

“Will you promise to keep it a secret?” Mateo asked his face draining of color, “My family will kill me if they find out. Isa’s already in enough heat. You know what rules they have her under.”

Fran inhaled deeply, “The fact you have to ask is mildly offensive. Of course, I will. I love secrets.” She still sounded annoyed but it felt like a weight had been lifted off Isa’s lungs a little.

“Don’t call out my family on what they did yesterday as well,” Isa begged, “I don’t want that, even as wrong as they were. I have to live with them at the end of the day” It would be exhausting and she could already imagine her Abuela getting iffy about it. Or her mother on her calling out the unfairness and her just…not understanding it.

Fran looked less impressed, “You are pushing it… but you have an annoying point.” She spared a look down. “Your first time?”

Isa swallowed, “…Si?”

“Parents gave you the talk?”

“They did.”

Fran sucked on her teeth for a moment, her cheeks flushing a moment though looked to be in debate before pointing a finger at the only male of the group. “Mateo, go get us a Chocolate Santafereño each and some snacks, us ladies got to talk if you two wanna keep going at each other.”

“Fran..” Isa groaned though Mateo was practically gone like a coward running for his life.

Lucky bastard.

The silence didn’t last long before she gave Fran a look but she wasn’t having any of it.

“No, this is serious but I am still a doctor in training. I need to make sure you’re safe.” Fran interjected, “No one should have their first time in the wake of distraught. No one should be pushed into that resort to feel good. I am angry but I care about you… and I don’t want you to resort to sex as means of joy and happiness. It’s not healthy.”

Isabela felt like a red bucket. “Fran…don’t ruin last night for me, please.”

“I’m not. You had a good night and you’ve found a reasonable calm. I applauded that. You should enjoy sex but the reasons for why should always matter. You deserve to have a good time for a good reason, is all I am saying. Both of you.” Her face was surprisingly sweet before her hands came to her shoulders. “That is why you should figure out what you want to be very quick. Friends that fucked once in a night of passion, friends with benefits are more casual or would you want to become more serious. A relationship.”

Isabela swallowed thickly but…she could see what Fran was telling her. It was a nicer picture but… she felt uncertain.

“I’ll consider it.”

“Good. No messing each other around.” Fran patted her shoulder, “My younger sister got messed around by her boyfriend last week and you bet I didn’t handle that well.”

“I heard a pan almost got involved.” Isabela sighed out but couldn’t help herself by pulling Fran into a soft hug, though Fran was stiff, she loosened up after a moment. “Thank you.”

Fran hummed softly, “still pissed at your family.”

-

Antonio sat quietly, idly listening to his mother talking with his tia about his brother and cousins though his attention turned as he saw a few rats scuttling away. Curiously, he slipped off his chair and began to follow though he could hear them talking, he couldn't make out their squeaky words with how far they had gone. Small things had small voices but he could tell they didn't know he was there; too focused. Parce appeared behind though also curiously followed as they made it up to the steps and... straight up towards the painting beside his sister's room.

'they're in the walls.' Parce noticed, sniffing around, nudging the frame that moved a little open though Antonio's attention turned to a lingering rat that stood frozen at the sight of Parce as it failed its climb up in time.

"Big. Cat. Eat us!"

"No, he won't hurt you!" Antonio called " He's my friend. Where are you going?" Antonio dropped to his knees, offering a hand out. "Please don't be scared. i want to help you."

'help?' slowly, the rat moved with hesitancy but moved into his hands quickly, eyeing Parce with fear still.

Antonio nodded. "Si! I've got a cool gift and I really want to help. Do you want some cheese?"

"Cheese. Bruno. need cheese."

"Is that your name? Bruno?"

"No. Bruno is Mama. Bruno is your Tio. Bruno hiding. Bruno hungry. We bring him stuff.'

"Bruno is my Tio? Why is he hiding?" but he didn't get the answer before a crack of thunder made him jump, almost dropping the rat in the process.

#encanto #encanto au #lest the rot lingers au #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal

[lady-vixen-17]

A FELLOW DOLLY SIMP

YESS SIIIIIRR. WE LOVE DOLORES IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!

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"Encanto" is one of the best Disney movies ever, and here's why

1. Representation of mental health in a children's movie

This movie so brilliantly showed mental health issues in many of it's characters. Mirabel thinks that she isn't good enough because of Abuela, which is a good sign of Avoidant Personality Disorder. Luisa obviously has crippling anxiety from the weight that's been put on her shoulders, and Bruno is showing hints of depression and anxiety as well.

As the oldest sibling of my family who had severe anxiety all my life, never have I ever related to Disney songs as much as "Surface Pressure" and "Waiting On A Miracle". I think it's beautiful how Disney made not one but two songs about mental illness, and dealing with it. It teaches kids to not hide their feelings!

2. Showing diversity by having a Colombian family as the main characters

This movie is one of the rare ones which don't have a white protagonist. I noticed that in the last few years Disney started showing more and more diversity with non-white female leads (Tiana, Moana, Raya, and now Mirabel), and I especially love how it's a family! A great detail that needs to be recognized is that even tho they do look alike (because they are a family), none of the characters look the same. I feel like in the older movies, even when there was some diversity, all people of color would look the same. It shows how much Disney has improved!

It also shows toxic family relations in Latina families, like how Abuela favorited others over Mirabel, especially because Mirabel is a middle child. This movie is on all levels so realistic. Besides the magic.

3. Having a strong female lead with realist proportions and an actual personality

Since the beginning of 2000 up until now, Disney and Pixar have been doing a great job at making characters with realistic, complex personalities, and it really shows. They really went from having white princesses being saved by a prince charming to strong, diverse women who have enthusiasm and take charge by themselves. Don't get me wrong, I still love the older white princesses, but I'm glad that nowadays every little girl can look at the screen and see a princess that looks like them! Disney still has a long way ahead of them when it comes to diversity (would it KILL you to make an LGBTQIA+ character?? Or a Muslim character??), but we gotta appreciate how far they came!

I also loved this movie for it's lack of small waists, for it's realistically sized noses and actual hips on characters. Feels good to have realistically proportionate people in cartoons, it reminds kids that all shapes and sizes are gorgeous!

4. Awesome plot and great animation

The plot and even the idea of "Encanto" is really interesting, and it isn't one of the classical, overused tropes. The story is very original, and it isn't the classical family cliché.

I loved the animation, it's really raw and full of emotion. There were some scenes I didn't believe were actually animated because of how good they are, like Abuela crying.

5. Having an amazing soundtrack written by the legend Lin-Manuel Miranda himself

Name one bad song from this soundtrack. I'll wait.

From the beat to the lyrics and even the placement of the songs in the right moment, everything about this soundtrack is awesome! The tunes are so catchy (everybody has "We Don't Talk About Bruno" stuck in their heads) that it still reminds you that it's a Disney movie, but the lyrics are so deep and meaningful and clever and touching. The way Dolores smugly hid the fact that she can actually hear Bruno thru the walls in "We Don't Talk About Bruno" and then asked Mirabel "Do you understand?" was brilliant.

Also, "Dos Origuitas" is 2021's version of "Remember Me" from Coco. It has the same sad but also beautiful vibe.

Bonus:

Pepa and Felix being the best married couple ever

I- They are seriously the cutest. Pepa is so interesting and weird, and Felix is such an awesome, supportive husband that it's practically impossible to not love them. Felix is the type of a guy that would cause an unexpected rain all over the Encanto just and only because he tickled Pepa so hard that she started crying (brb gonna go write a fanfic like this). They are awesome partners, and even more amazing parents.

If you say that you don't simp (or at least love them) for Dolores or Camilo (or in my case both), you are lying. I don't make the rules.

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All in all, Encanto is an awesome movie, in all aspects. I can just tell that one day, in like 30 years, kids are gonna be watching and loving this movie like we love "Beauty And The Beast" today. This one is gonna be one of the classics.

#encanto #madrigal family #the madrigals #pepa madrigal #abuela madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #we love camilo madrigal in this household #disney encanto #tia pepa #felix x pepa #we love dolores in this household

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Hey i had this idea for a while and it wouldtn go away so i thought i would share.

Isa sneaks someone in to Casita one night amd the next day the family all come down for breakfst and Antonio asks if there guest is eating with them, well everyone is confused so Antonio explains that the rats told him that last night someone went into Isabella room, and well akwardness ensures

Oh this. We LOVE the family realizing their 'golden child' is a total lesbian hound. Let's GO

"Shh, quiet!"

Isa giggled as she held her hand, guiding her up the stairs. She had been with Lily for a few weeks now, and she was SOMETHING. Absolutely sweet, and just stupid giggly. She knew Dolores wouldn't snitch, given that Mariano was in her own room, so she just had to sneak her past everyone else. Thankfully, Casita had her back, tiles gently flapping in certain hallways to give her the all clear. She thanked the Casita as she made it to her room, and immediately had Lily on her bed. She looked so pretty under her, arms over her head and cheeks absolutely flaring.

"You're SO bad, Isa! Sneaking me into the Casita. What would Abuela think?~"

"Doesn't matter, because she won't find out. Now come here, besos for my pretty girl~"

Ugh, girls were so cute when you kissed their lips. And their cheek. And their neck. And their other lips-

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Mornings were always crazy in the Madrigal household, always has been. Julieta had to get up early to make breakfast for the family, then food for the town, so she had been up for a few hours already. Not that she was tired, thanks to the coffee.

"Mira! Isa! Luisa! Help your papi with the table please!"

Her girls were on it immediately, and Julieta thanked her lucky stars that she had such lovely and helpful girls for daughters. The table was set, the eggs were made, arepas were stuffed, and of course, more coffee was made. Pepa walked into the kitchen, stealing some chocolate chips Julieta had out (friend of hers was having a birthday, so she was making her a smile cake right after this).

"Need help, hermana?"

"Ugh please. Can you bring these dishes to the table, I can't trust Agustín with hot plates, not after last week."

"On it."

Ever since the Casita fell, Julieta has had so much more of the family helping her, and boy did she need it. She joined the breakfast table when everything was done, shooing away the capybara that was on her chair. So many animals around food, she constantly had to check her food for animal hair. But, she couldn't tell Antonio anything, especially not as he looked as cute as he was right now.

"Changua, mijo?"

"Please, tìa. Hey, aren't we supposed to put another chair out? For guests?"

"Mijo, I love your animals, but I don't want them gnawing on the chairs."

Antonio shook his head, muttering a thank you as he accepted his bowl of soup.

"No! I meant for Isa's friend!"

People around the table glanced at Isa, and even SHE looked confused by her cousin's words. Shs kept talking as she served Agustín, mainly so he wouldn't spill something on the table.

"Isa's friend? What do you mean?"

"The rats told me Isa brought a friend over last night! I think they had a slumber party, because they said they were doing a LOT of wrestling!"

The table went awkwardly quiet as eyes went to Isa. Julieta thought maybe the rats were misinformed or maybe Antonio heard them wrong, but upon her daughter sipping her juice and avoiding eye contact, she saw just how guilty she was. Now don't get her wrong, Julieta didn't care who she loved. But the idea of her sneaking girls into her room for grown up activities in the middle of the night was definitely...weird. Camilo, who was sitting right next to her, was fighting back tears.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, Isa, you hoe-"

"Shut up! You flirt with everyone in town!"

"Well yeah, but I don't take them to bed! I have this wild thing called 'standards'. You see anything with a vagina and you pounce."

Dolores smacked his shoulder with a scowl, probably because he just said 'vagina' at the table. Antonio raised a brow.

"What's a vagina?"

"Oh its what a woman-"

"Pepa, mi sol, he's FIVE, we're not having the talk right now, he can wait a few years."

Not one breakfast. Not ONE breakfast can go by without something happening, Julieta felt her hair turn more gray by the minute. Mirabel grinned, nudging her sister with her elbow.

"Who was it? Was she pretty?"

"It was nothing special, you guys-"

"Was it Amy? Charlotte? Or was it that girl you met at the market?"

Julieta looked at her daughters, honestly a bit surprised that they apparently had so many names, just ready to list.

"Wait, Isa, mija, how many girls are you seeing?"

Isa opened her mouth, shut it, opened it, then shut it again, seeming to sink a bit into her seat.

"I mean...I MEET a lot of girls."

"How many, roughly?"

Agustín was now interested in this. Honestly, Julieta thought he was happy about this, because he was ALWAYS against their daughters talking to boys. Isa fumbled with a flower that she made appear in her hand, something she'd always done when she was nervous.

"I mean. Two or three. Or six. Maybe fifteen, I'd have to check my notebook."

"More like perv book-ow! Everyone stop hitting me!"

Camilo huffed, glaring at Isa. Pepa leaned over to high five her as she continued to eat.

"That's my girl!"

"W-Pepa!"

"What? Girls are hot. I think so, Isa thinks so, Félix definitely thinks so."

Julieta was about to say something, when Alma cleared her throat, silencing everyone in her presence.

"If Isa wants to see girls, let her see girls. It's perfectly natural. Hell, I had three girlfriends before I met your Abuelo Pedro."

Pepa gawked at her mother, as did Isa, and. Everyone else, honestly. No one knew what to say, when Mirabel decided SHE had to say something.

"Wait so you're bisexual?"

"Bye what?"

"Bisexual. You like girls and guys."

"Ay-you kids and your labels. In my day, you just kissed a woman and went about your day."

Camilo snorted, trying to keep his composure, right alongside Félix.

"Ah, s-so being a hoe just runs in the family."

"See- 'hoe' I get, that's a word I'm familiar with. You guys should've seen your Abuelo, he was in several relationships before we met. I was his first girlfriend though."

Julieta needed stronger coffee for a morning like this.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #family is full of hoes #minus Bruno i genuinely see him as asexual #but Isa is DEFINITELY a hoe #bitch can't keep her dress down in front of a lady #her type #is girl #that's it

[xgatheringdust]

Encanto AU 👀? -☯️

Oh- I’d love to take credit yinyang friend but this (unfortunately) was the work of my tumblr nemesis @zlixlriffs in vc new years night.

And since I wasn’t in that vc I’m not 100% if the story changes or not but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t. I do not question Zlix for fear that he will say something. We don’t want him speaking in this household 💖.

Character list for the interested:

Abuela - Pixlriffs (candle- CANDLE!!!! i think thats the reason?)

Julieta - Lizzie (She- she just feels right for some reason?)

Agustin - Joel (Simp who hurts himself and loves wife.)

Pepa - Scott (Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.)

Felix - Jimmy (Himbo who calms down his partner with only love in his heart.)

Bruno - Xornoth (we dont talk about him.)

Isabella - Pearl (Flower lady who wants to be acknowledged as more; also read shrubs.)

Dolores - Katherine (Makes sense when you read shrubs.)

Mariano - Shrub (Was told to marry the plant one and got them mixed up for a while oops.)

Luisa - Sausage (Strong ol boi with so much pressure on him poor guy.)

Camilo - Joey (Solely- SOLELY for the scene where he simps over Xornoth.)

Mirabel - Gem (Because its funny that wizard lady is the token powerless character.)

Antonio - fWhip (Roseblings 🥺.)

#☯️ anon #anon ask #god now i gotta tag all of em #empires smp #mcyt #minecraft rp #shubble #katherine elizabeth #nature wives #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #scott smajor #solidarity gaming #flower husbands #roseblings #geminitay #fwhip #mythical sausage #pearlescentmoon #joey graceffa #pixlriffs