#writing pepa madrigal

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 15: Midnight

There was a knock on Julieta’s door. Although it was late, almost midnight, she was wide awake. Groaning, she got out of bed to open the door.

“You guys don’t have to knock, you can just come in,” she said, returning to her bed.

Bruno shrugged. “We didn’t want to catch you at a bad moment.”

“Changing,” Pepa clarified. “He means changing.”

“Thank you so much for clarifying, Pepi.” Bruno rolled his eyes at her.

“Anytime.” Pepa stuck out her tongue at him.

“Guys, can you stop arguing for ten minutes?” Julieta pleaded.

They both stared at her incredulously.

“Is this really how you want to start off our birthday?”

“No,” Pepa conceded, flopping on the bed next to her.

Bruno shook his head, sitting on the other side of Julieta. “How much time do we have left anyway?”

Julieta peered at the clock. It was a bit hard to make out in the low light. “Nine minutes.”

“Oh. So after ten minutes it won’t be the start of our birthday anymore and we can argue again.” Pepa grinned.

Julieta looked at her somberly. “You know how mamá gets on our birthday. You decide if you want to risk arguing.”

“She’s not even around right now,” Pepa grumbled, but didn’t resist.

Heaviness swept down, crushing them like an uncomfortable blanket. Their birthday wasn’t the joyous occasion it was for most people. Sure, it marked the anniversary of their birth and the founding of the town, but it was also the day they had lost their papá.

For them, the day was a whirlwind of emotions. The townspeople wanted to celebrate them, the miracle babies that had survived the attack, propping them up as a symbol of the bright future the town had. This got even worse after they’d been surprised with gifts on their fifth birthday. Suddenly, they were able to heal with food, change the weather, see the future. When the townspeople found out, they were whipped into an even bigger frenzy. Well, first they’d thought the gifts were curses from the devil and wanted to shun the children (those had been a rough few weeks), but once they realized that lightning wasn’t going to strike them all down (despite Pepa threatening it when she got mad), the celebrations grew even more enthusiastic.

They endured it politely, uncomfortable with the attention- especially Bruno, who was a wallflower on the best of days. It mellowed out a bit as the years went on, but it was always a wild and loud celebration. They might have grown to enjoy it, even though they didn’t have their papá around like all the other kids did, if they hadn’t been able to see mamá sitting in the corner.

Oh, she did her best to revel with the other partygoers. She would dance, and bring out the cake, and call for the party to continue. But when she thought no one was watching, she would retreat to a corner and fall apart. The last couple years, she had worn colors again, but before that, she was a dot of black in a sea of color.

They’d asked her why she always wore black, and she said it was to honor the memory of their papá. Incidentally, he had tragically passed away right on their birthday.

Knowing that kind of put a damper on the whole day.

The parties people threw for them were too much, but they couldn’t ask mamá to do anything, not when they knew what this day meant to her. So they began their own little tradition, celebrating together right at midnight. That was their real birthday celebration.

“Scoot over, you’re hogging the blankets,” Pepa complained, elbowing Bruno in the side.

“Seven more minutes, guys.”

They fell silent.

Bruno was the next one to speak. “So… we’re turning ten. Definitely not little kids anymore. It’s… exciting?”

Exciting wasn’t the right word for it. Daunting was more like it. If people had expected a lot of them before, the encanto miracle babies with magical gifts, it was probably about to get a whole lot worse.

“Yeah…” Julieta couldn’t really muster up the enthusiasm. “Maybe now mamá will let me use the stove without her having to supervise.”

“You do that anyway,” Pepa pointed out.

“Yeah, I said, let me, not that I wouldn’t do it otherwise.” She gasped. “Speaking of…”  She got up and went to the little cabinet where she kept her healing supplies, pulling out a little cake.

Pepa’s eyes lit up and she squealed, clapping her hands happily. “You made cake!”

Julieta smiled. “I couldn’t let the occasion go unmarked, now could I?” She set the cake down on the bed between them and frowned. “Oh, I forgot the candles.”

The drawer of her nightstand rattled. Surprised, Julieta opened it to reveal three star-shaped candles; one in each of their colors.

“Casita to the rescue,” Pepa said, sticking the candles into the cake, but then paused. “How are we supposed to light them?”

Bruno pulled a box of matches out with a triumphant flourish. “Casita’s got us.”

“Excellent.” As the triplet most comfortable around fire, Julieta lit the candles.

They watched the flames flicker with wonder in their eyes.

“Two more minutes now.”

“Can’t we just blow them out early? I want cake,” Pepa whined.

“You can wait two more minutes. A big ten-year-old is able to wait two minutes for cake.” Julieta did her best imitation of their mamá when she scolded them.

Pepa hit her with a pillow, making the flames swoop. “I’m not ten yet though. I’m still nine.”

“Only for another minute.”

“A minute without cake.”

“Get ready.” Bruno leaned down in anticipation.

They watched the hands on the clock tick along, finally meeting at the top. Twelve echoing peals boomed out, signifying midnight and the arrival of their birthday.

The triplets puffed out their cheeks, blowing hard on the candles until the flames were fully extinguished. Apparently, Casita had been playing tricks on them, because the candles should not have been that hard to blow out.

“Happy birthday, guys,” Julieta wished her siblings as she began cutting the cake into three.

“You too,” Pepa responded around a mouthful of cake. “Mm, is that dulce de leche? You make the best cakes, hermana. Please do this every year.”

“Seconded.” Bruno waved around a crumb covered fork. “Don’t tell mamá, but I think it’s even better than her cakes.”

Julieta laughed. “Thanks, Bruno. I definitely won’t tell her that.”

In the morning, they’d have to wake up and greet their mamá, whose sadness they were too old not to notice anymore. They’d acknowledge the gnawing absence of their papá, made even worse on that special day than usual. Then they’d have to spend the day being whisked from celebration to celebration by people who didn’t really understand what they were celebrating and act like they were having the time of their lives.

But right now, at midnight, they could eat cake together on Julieta’s bed; free of any expectations.

It was the best present they could ask for.

#pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #encantober #madrigal triplets #alma madrigal #pedro madrigal #encantober 2023 #midnight #of course i had to rush and get this done for their birthday #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #pb&j

[theriverdraws]

I know this movie is recent-ish, but the lack of an Encanto series is still crazy to me.

Like, it doesn't even need crazy magical lore, it can be episodic, it's so simple:

Family dynamics not seen in the movie

Why doesn't Mirabel have a gift (theory of her being the next matriarch being the most obvious one)

Seeing the other rooms

Bruno's new interactions with the townspeople and the family

FERAL ISABELA!!!

Dolores and Mariano

Unexplored trauma with Dolores and Camilo, GET THEM THEIR SOLO SONGS!!!!

The dads' sides of the family

Abuela Alma trying to do better

Childhoods of the triplets

On that same note, how the couples met each other.

More on Alma and Pedro. Etc

And if you wanted new stuff, HAVE THEM OPEN THE ENCANTO TO LET MORE PEOPLE IN, new technology that Encanto doesn't have access to, new ideas and cultures - it can even bring drama if the new people try to do bad things and the family goes all x-men on them.

It's so many possibilities that if they never do it it's a damn shame.

#THAT'S ONLY WHAT I COULD NAME AT THE TOP OF MY HEAD #LIKE DAMN LET ME WRITE IT. I NEED THIS #jokes jokes #encanto #encanto disney #mirabel madrigal #abuela alma #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #disney

[miracles-and-butterflies]

In relation to Something Borrowed for @yellowcry.

Context for the picture:

Before the children went go to bed, the adults Pepa and Julieta insisted they stand for a photo - Antonio had already gone to bed, hence his absence and Luisa not wearing anything out of the ordinary. However, upon seeing Isabela standing on the box Camilo was posed on, she came over to tease her sister about still being taller and just decided to remain for the photo. Directly after she is probably going to be smacked with a cactus.

#encanto #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #my writing #my art #encanto fanart #do not repost #madrigal grandkids #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal

[jacarandaaaas]

I remember seeing something in your tags where you said you had a few ideas for episodes for the Encanto series. Do you mind sharing them with me? if you want of course. (I've already written the basic premise for seasons 1-4 but I'm happy to hear any ideas you got)

ooh of course! these are just some brainstormed thoughts nothing substantial but

- mirabel gets her new room (because we didn’t see it in the movie)

- julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise

- bruno goes out into the town with his sisters and they talk to the townspeople about everything

- mirabels having nightmares/flashbacks of casita falling on her and starts thinking there’s cracks everywhere

- antonio and Dolores doing literally anything I love them

- alma falls back into old habits but the family’s there to steer her in the right direction

- luisa gets a fun part in her room! (Based on the concept art)

- the husbands + bruno have a boys night out !

- isa and Dolores have a heart to heart when they plan to spend the day together

- camilo and Bruno put on a play for the whole community and the whole family helps!

- pepa brings bruno around to try new things since he’s missed so much

- madrigal grandkids have a sleepover

- triplets flashback to when they first get their gifts and it’s the first week of absolute CHAOS in the encanto

- day of little candles themed ep where alma and the family go to the river and alma tells them all about pedro (maybe a flashback to life before dos oruguitas)

- isabela adjusting to her new identity and the villagers still subconsciously think of her as her “perfect” version

- someones birthday and the family throw the best party ever

- mirabel and bruno reflect on what’s changed and how the future can be scary

- this one’s entirely self indulgent but mirabel goes to the local seamstress to get advice and ends up being taken on board as an assistant

- camilo and Marco get all the town kids to partake in the ultimate encanto football match

- luisa having a day off where the family do everything for her (she deserves it)

- christmas ep because why not!

- flashback to grandkids as younger for some preteen Dolores and isa moments

- antonio starts school and is super nervous and struggles a bit but he has his family for support

- mirabel not being used to having attention on her all the time and feeling like she has to live up to new expectations because she’s “the miracle” (this isn’t her being a leader or anything this is literally just her brain assuming they expect stuff from her)

- triplets bday!! (Can be from any time)

- mirabel and Antonio have a picnic

- Dolores and Mariano get a date set up for them by camilo

- madrigal sisters talk about their feelings from when mirabel went missing

- agustin and julieta have an anniversary coming up so agustin wants to make it the most special ever (shenanigans insue)

- pepa and felix go out for the night and pepa is insanely talented on the dance floor

- all the parents go away and Bruno is left to babysit

- isabela wants to make some friends after not having many due to her wanting to keep up appearances

- Dolores wants a new outfit and goes to mirabel for help

- luisa stands up to the donkey man

- julieta and alma moments

I cant think of more on the spot so if anyone wants to leave suggestions in comments!

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #disney’s encanto #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #mariano guzman #marco osma #if I was a writer I would write stories about these but unfortunately I suck #oh hypothetical encanto series save us #encanto series

[usedtobeguest123]

...He raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Favorite people? Was he included on that list? Julieta just smiled and turned back to the dishes. It took Bruno a moment, but he also slowly resumed his duties, finding he couldn't put away the little smile on his own face that had arrived at the thought that he might be someone's favorite.

I drew from my fic La Traes again for @encantober-official Day 2 - siblings. This scene is a little exchange that happens between the triplets--the OG siblings. You can find the whole thing below the cut.

“You need to get out of the house, hermanito,” Julieta had said to him gently one evening after dinner as they washed dishes together. “It’s…been a while, sí?”

“Eso se queda corto,” Pepa had mumbled as she dumped some more dishes into the soapy water, earning a glare from both of her siblings. [ That's an understatement.] She widened her eyes at them as if to say What? Am I wrong?

“I’m just saying ,” Julieta continued, pointedly moving past Pepa’s comment, “that it might do you some good, to have a little more change of scenery.”

“I-I think I’m doing just fine,” he replied a bit defensively. And he did. He went for walks with Dolores around the perimeter of Casita, down to the river where it ran past the southwest edge of the grassy lawn. Sometimes he’d wander out back behind the house, napping in the afternoon sun before it disappeared behind the mountainous wall that guarded the back of their home. Compared to the previous ten years, he was a veritable expeditionist now. 

“Of course you are,” Pepa said, putting an arm around his shoulders. He hunched them in response, glancing at her suspiciously. 

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah! You’ve made it to the edge of the grass! That’s like, what, un kilómetro cuadrado, yeah? A completely normal amount of space for a person to exist in.” 

[One square kilometer.] Bruno’s frown deepened. “You’re mocking me.” 

Pepa winked at him. 

“A-alright, alright,” he said, waving his hands in the air beside his head in surrender. “I’ll, uh, I'll go to the banana fields tomorrow. As long as it’s not a harvest day,” he added, pointing a finger at Julieta, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly at him. “Or an irrigation day. Or you know…a-a day with other, um, other people there.” 

The busyness of rebuilding Casita last year had given him enough social interaction outside his immediate family to last him quite a while…a very long while. Thankfully, he’d been able to largely lose himself in the organized chaos of it all, and Mirabel had been particularly helpful, working as a liaison between him and anyone he’d had to interact with, smoothing the awkwardness away with her easy conversation and joyful presence. And he had managed to largely ignore the curious stares that came from, well, from pretty much everyone until the novelty of his return had worn off. Well…at least he had pretended to ignore them. 

“I don’t want to pressure you, arenoso,” Julieta said gently, putting a slightly soapy hand on his shoulder. “I just don’t want…”

…don’t want you to get lost again. She’d let her sentence trail off, but the unspoken ending hung awkwardly in the air anyway. They’d both turned back to their dishes, with Pepa standing stiffly beside them, hugging a freshly dried plate to her stomach. The cloud above her head darkened just a little. Bruno winced down at the soapy water as the silence surrounding them grew painful.

“H-hey, maybe you can spend the day with Antonio tomorrow?" Pepa offered nervously, popping the tension like a soap bubble. "He needs a…a break …from routine, too."

Bruno and Julieta looked at their sister with matching frowns, both narrowing their eyebrows in concern. It would have been comical or even sweet to see the same expression mirrored between her two siblings again…if she didn’t feel the weight of the very same concern pulling down the corners of her own mouth. 

Antonio had been struggling to find a place for himself in the Madrigal visits to town. Before his gift, he might have shyly clung to Mirabel’s skirts or played in the dirt while Pepa rained on the fields, never quite brave enough to venture out to play with the other children on his own, refusing to speak to the adults that smiled down at him. Pepa worried about his shyness.

But now a different problem had presented itself. Antonio was now more than happy to engage with anyone and everyone, possessing a newfound courage with his animal friends by his side, but his animal friends were also decidedly wild, and even Antonio could not control every move they made. Just last week, some monkeys that had trailed him into the town had wandered away and found some storage crates of fruit, working together to drop them from the roof of a nearby house until the crates smashed open and spilled out a feast that was then fit only for them. The owner of the crates had not been happy.

Most of the jungle animals had largely maintained a healthy, fearful distance from the bustling, busy streets of the Encanto for the fifty years it had occupied the valley, but Antonio’s warmth and friendship seemed to have blurred that boundary, and Abuela was struggling to find a balance between loving encouragement and civic order. And when Abuela struggled with something, all the Madrigals struggled with her, in one way or another. 

“...Mamá suggested that maybe Antonio might spend some time in the forest paths, playing with his gift,” Pepa explained, putting away the plate so she could pull at her braid. A knowing glance between all three siblings conveyed the underlying meaning of the word play—learn to get it under control. “Félix was going to take him, but you two get along so well, Bruno. Maybe you could spend some time with him, and you both could enjoy the fresh air. You know. Bonding?”

Bruno blew out an exaggerated breath, his cheeks puffing and his shoulders dropping dramatically. He pulled his mouth to the side and looked at Pepa with an expression of reluctant concession. How could he say no to a whole day with his sobrino? He loved the kid. And the very fact that Abuela had been the one to suggest the break from town…well. He knew what that felt like. No matter how nicely she put it, how lovingly she intended it, he knew it would feel like a punishment to Antonio. That thought…well that thought broke his heart a little. 

“...F-fine,” he mustered in response. “We’ll go for a walk in the–- ” he swallowed dryly“ –- i-in the forest.” 

A bit of sunlight broke through from behind the cloud above Pepa’s head, and Bruno couldn’t help but flash a small, crooked smile up at it. She pulled him sideways by his collar and planted a kiss on his cheek, which he winced at but accepted gratefully. Julieta nudged him with her hip. 

“There you go! That will be fun,” she said happily, clearly convinced this was a fantastic solution for all parties. Bruno was not so sure. “Take Mirabel with you, too, if you want. You know she’d love to join her two favorite people for the day.” 

Bruno had raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Favorite people? Was he included in that list? Julieta had just smiled and turned back to the dishes. It had taken Bruno a moment, but he also slowly resumed his duties, finding he couldn’t put away the little smile on his own face that had arrived at the thought that he might be someone’s favorite. 

So here he was now, sharing a picnic blanket with a sloth and a capybara—among other crawling, flittering things—nursing a bruised ego after having been tackled by a six year old on a jaguar, all because he was a pushover who couldn’t say no to time with his sobrinos. 

Caray. The things I get myself into…

--La Traes, Chapter 1

#Encantober #siblings #encanto #I tried not to spend too much time on this one so please excuse the sloppy background 😁 Just imagine they are in the kitchen... #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #madrigal triplets #my art #my writing #la traes #Bruno from Before

[lapseinart]

pre-canon Encanto headcanons to consider:

before the triplets got their powers, there were a lot of rumors about the weird lady living by herself in a cursed house

and there’s a couple people that are suspicious of the fact that this lady’s husband died right before she got a magic house

did she sacrifice him or her husband sacrifice his soul for magic?

like we’re grateful she saved us all but clearly this lady’s a witch

meanwhile Alma’s only reason for getting up in the morning are her kids. I deeply admire this of her

Nobody’s there the night the kids get their powers

Alma’s pretty freaked out herself bc not only is she raising three kids by herself while in her twenties, she’s raising three MAGIC kids by herself

at this point half the town’s pretty sure that Alma had the devil’s children

Alma’s freaking out a lot, but like hell are they going to get to her kids

That’s why she starts offering the town her children’s help

Show them we’re harmless, the very helpful Madrigal family

They do eventually go talk to the priest of Encanto. That’s how Bruno sort of figured out the match and sand thing

Lots of trial and error because before then the visions were random and uncontrollable

Still gets random visions but he cAN DO IT ON COMMAND NOW GUYS!

No one from the town is there the night that Isabela gets her gift, but rumors start up again (the triplets are a bit more understanding of their mother’s position after this) so the whole town is invited to Dolores’ ceremony

Which is actually not great she starts crying because she can hear everything

#encanto #alma madrigal #madrigal triplets #Bruno Madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #I’ve actually been sitting on these for a while #found it in my drafts #ficlet #kind of #lapse in writing

[breannasfluff]

Encantober 21: Change

Art from @junosaccount! Thanks for collaborating!

“Hold still!” Pepa slaps Julieta’s shoulder, fortunately not with the hand holding a needle.

Out of the triplets, Julieta isn’t the one to be squeamish about blood and pain, yet here she is. 20 years old and piercing her ears in solidarity with her sister and brother.

Happy birthday to me. Then again, after enough liquor, everything sounds like a good idea.

“You gotta…hold still, Juli, you keep squirming away.” Pepa gestures at Bruno, who’s tentatively patting his earring. He leaves off and comes over to grab Julieta’s shoulders.

“Is that still clean?” she tries.

Pepa looks at her, then the needle. “I already disinfected your skin and stuck the needle in the candle flame.”

“Maybe you can disinfect the needle, too?”

“You’re stalling.” Still, Pepa follows her suggestion. “This is silly, your magic would heal any problems.”

She winces, despite the truth. “But it’s going to hurt!”

Pepa waves it away. “A few seconds of pain for a lifetime of earrings!” She puts the stopper in place behind Julieta’s ear. “Now hold still—”

Julieta faints, slumping in Bruno’s grasp.

When she comes to, her ears sting. “Ow—” food is shoved in her mouth and she automatically chews. The pain vanishes. “What happened?”

Pepa and Bruno sit on the floor next to her. Bruno looks suspiciously like he’s holding back laughter.

“You,” Pepa starts, “our gifted healer, who deals with injuries and blood every day, fainted before I even pierced your ears.”

Grimacing, Julieta raises a hand to her ears, feeling small hoops that weren’t there before. “You did it while I was out?” She turns a betrayed look on the two.

Bruno shrugs. “You held still like that and didn’t have to deal with the pain. See? It’s all over now.”

It’s true, her magic took away the pain before it could really sink in. She looks at her two siblings; Pepa’s got matching hoops and Bruno has a single one. “What’s Mamá going to say?”

Pepa passes her a bottle of liquor. “Who cares what she says! It’s our birthday! Let loose a little.”

Julieta never lets loose. As Bruno falls out of favor with Mamá, Julieta is being slid into his place and expected to be the responsible one. She touches her earrings one more time. “You're right! We’re young. Now give me that bottle.”

All three of them adjust their hairstyle the next day to show off the new additions. Pepa pulls her hair back in a braid and Julieta piles hers into a bun. Bruno’s hair is long enough to pull back into a ponytail, curls brushing the back of his neck. His earring flashes in the light, matching his sly grin. 

“Just wait till Mamá sees,” he hisses at Pepa. 

She elbows him and sticks her nose in the air. “Just go to breakfast, Brunito.”

Julieta follows them, sliding quietly into her chair at the table. 

Mamá glances up, then back at her plate, then up again. “Hmm,” she says.

Bruno and Julieta share a look.

“Pepa, you have earrings.”

She nods, glaring at the small cloud that pops in over her head.

Mamá’s gaze slides down the table. “Julieta, you have earrings as well.”

“Yes, Mamá.” She rubs her spoon, uncomfortable with the attention.

“Care to explain?”

Pepa kicks her under the table, which Julieta takes as say something. “We decided to pierce our ears for our birthday. I made sure everything was clean, though, and my food of course healed them right away.

“Julieta fainted!” Bruno could never keep his mouth shut when he should. He grunts, likely because Pepa stomped on his foot.

Mamá’s frown is growing deeper adding wrinkles across her face. She turns her attention to Bruno. “And you didn’t stop—wait.” Squinting, she leans forward. “Are you wearing an earring…too?”

“Well…we were drinking and…” Bruno’s glee is rapidly draining.

“All three of you pierced your ears, on your own, under the influence of liquor?” Mamá stands, hands planted firmly on the table.

Bruno sinks into his seat and Julieta starts planning escape routes. “Ah—” he throws one more frantic look at his siblings. “Pepa made me do it?”

“Bruno!”

Pepa’s thunder accentuates the yell. Bruno bolts with Pepa in pursuit. Mamá watches them go and sighs, shaking her head. “Julieta, I expected better of you.”

“Yes, Mamá,” she whispers, ducking her head. She hates disappointing her. Still, the slight weight and sway of her new earrings lights a warm glow in her chest. It’s a small change, but still—it’s rebellion enough for her.

#encantober #change #junosaccount #breannasfluff #my writing #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fan art

[madrigaljail]

Cheesus

For @wdtajn: memes/comedy. The rats tell Antonio everything. Pepa doesn't appreciate it.

*

The sudden drop in temperature and a page-rustling breeze were all the warning Bruno got before his sister interrupted his script-writing session (which had so far consisted of him sharpening all of his pencils and then trying to line them up in order of pointiness). He glanced up, grateful for the distraction from his distraction, and hoped her scowl wasn’t intended for him.

“Bruno, stop being a bad influence on my son."

Well. So much for that. He held up his hands, placating, “Pepa, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is, Camilo started it.”

“Not that one!’ she said and folded her arms. “I got a note from Antonio’s teacher-”

“Tonito’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!” Bruno declared. It was a reflex.

That gave Pepa pause, which gave Bruno hope that she’d drop it, but instead she formed a cloud and resumed scowling. “The note was to tell me that she had heard my baby, who has never done anything wrong in his entire life, refer to Our Lord And Savior as Quesocristo.”

Bruno was a very good actor. This afternoon he would be playing the part of a marble statue.

“On more than one occasion.” When her brother remained motionless, she pressed on. “He told her he’d heard it from the rats.”

Oh. Shit. “I…don’t see how this has anything to do with me?” Yeah, yeah, it was way too late to beat the weird rat guy allegations but he had to at least put up a fight. “I mean, I’ve been saying for years that they’re really smart, a-and I guess now we know they’ve got a sense of humor? Eh?”

Bruno gave her a toothy grin, hoping it would be enough, but the cloud flickered and thundered.

“He told me the rats heard it from you,” Pepa seethed. “Now, why would you teach them that?”

“That’s a great question, Pepi,” he said, getting to his feet and edging away from the cloud’s reach. “I mean, considering the consequences o-o-of having such an inadvertent influence on a pure, perfect, incorruptible soul, why would I even think to slander Our Lord And Savior by-”

Pepa stepped closer. The cloud expanded. Bruno flinched.

“Because you thought it was funny,” she hissed and jabbed a finger into his chest. It sparked a little.

Bruno let out a desperate, alarmed giggle. “Ha! Well, I mean, it sort of is, yeah? Just imagine those little guys going around like-” He held up his hands in a little rat-like gesture of supplication and cast his gaze toward heaven, then, in a squeaky voice: “Quesocristo, preserve us!”

As he’d hoped, but not exactly expected because he still and always had to be careful with his words, she laughed, and the cloud retracted a little. 

“Ok, fine. But, please, Brunito, you need to be more careful. Remember what happened with Lolo and Isa.”

“Hey, now, that was not me, that was all Agustín.”

They grinned at each other, and the sun came out.

“Lunes-”

“Martes-”

“Mierda-coles!”

From somewhere across the house they heard their mother shout “Mind your language!”

(A week later Pepa once again had to confront her brother over the fact that her baby - who had never done anything wrong - now seemed to think bats were rat angels.)

#wdtajn #my writing #ficlet #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #writing memes is hard y'all and idk if this counts #whatever i laughed #seda's blaspheming again

[waitingonavision]

Encanto Ficlet: One Fear

Welp, horror and spooky stuff is difficult. I hope this is bearable 😭 Written for @wdtajn Week 2: Horror.

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Bruno is straddling that fuzzy edge between slumber and wakefulness when he feels it. A squeezing sensation that undulates along his torso—starting at his hips, compressing his belly until it reaches his chest.

Tight, tight, tighter. In the dim light he chokes out a gasp and gives a jerk of his arm. The flailing limb whips up the quilt on his bed like a tent, sends the rats scattering. Suddenly, the awful pressure ceases. Going still, peaceful, Bruno soon tips back toward sleep. The last thing that catches his senses is the sharp bray of a donkey, coming from somewhere in the Encanto…

“Nngh,” Bruno groans. It’s morning. Or at least, time to get up.

He extracts himself from the tangle of blankets and rubs a palm over his face. “…Typical,” he mumbles when he prods the area around his ribs gingerly and doesn’t find the soreness he half-expects. It must’ve been some dream: some leaking vision, twisted into a nightmare. Nothing’s wrong. But he takes a handful of salt from the box beside his bed, and tosses it over his shoulder.

A rumble of his belly pushes away any further thoughts of whatever the dream was. Bruno springs up to get dressed and head downstairs.

It turns out he’s missed breakfast with the family. Casita has fallen completely silent. The kitchen and dining room are devoid their usual noises and laughter as Bruno shuffles about, making quick work of a plate of leftover ground beef and red beans over rice, with a bit of fried egg on top.

Juli must be in town already, Bruno thinks, climbing the stairs above the lifeless courtyard. He’s decided to grab a few things from his room before joining his sister and the others. Pepa might still be home, he realizes; the middle triplet had talked about having a day off.

A voice cuts through the quiet: “I thought I heard you!” Bruno sees Antonio rushing over. The boy barely gets in a hug when he pulls away with a harsh shout, as though burned. His eyes widen; Bruno watches tears form in them while Antonio stares, takes a step back, then another.

“¿T-tío Bruno? But… why? I don’t- No, no!”

“W-huh-wha—? What is it??” Bruno flaps his hands in distress. He tries to understand, to offer comfort, too, but Antonio is crying in earnest now, his small face fearful and disbelieving. With one final wail of No! Antonio runs in the direction of his mother’s bedroom.

A chill sweeps through Bruno’s gut, making him feel faintly ill for a passing second. The dream he had flickers across his mind, and he pushes down the chill, throws more salt and some sugar for good measure. He has to follow Antonio (his stomach clenches; this time from recalling the look on his sobrinito’s face), and hopes Pepa can help.

The air shifts, becoming damp and dense, crackling with electricity, the closer Bruno gets to Pepa and Félix’s room. He can hear sniffles within, and just as he’s reaching for the doorknob, the door flies open.

Pepa’s thunderclouds burst over their heads. “What the hell, Bruno?!”

The younger sibling flinches. “Peps!” He squeaks. “I-I-I don’t know! Wait, t-there was this dream—ah, no, it doesn’t matter. I-I just. Didn’t mean to make Toñito cry!”

“Then what. Happened.” Pepa delivers two good pokes to Bruno’s waist, followed by a sharp, shocked gasp and a blast of frigid wind as she recoils, yanking her hands to her chest.

She breathes, “Dios.” It starts to snow. “Oh. Oh. Brunito. ¿Qué? No… We need… Julieta—Does she know?!”

Bruno feels that chill again, and this time, he allows himself to shudder.

“What is going on?” He asks, voice coming out steadier than he feels.

His sister responds by taking him by the hand and tugging him into her room, where Antonio is seated on the bed with his knees drawn up and tucked beneath his chin.

“…You haven't noticed?”

“Clearly not," he deadpans as he's positioned in front of the full length mirror.

“Mira,” Pepa says cautiously. She gestures at his shirt before moving back to sit next to her son.

Bruno sighs, and starts undoing the buttons there. As his shirt falls open, he sucks in a breath. Oh, no.

Where his belly should be, fattened over time and from many healing meals—

He shivers, squeezes his eyes shut.

It’s worse than he could’ve imagined...

—A firm plane of sculpted muscle.

Abs.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #wdtajn #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #under the WIRE #gotta edit this lol #truly on-brand horror #😱

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Fluff prompt: The first time little Dolores said Bruno's name

I love them, your honour 💕

Dolores was a year old. She'd already lisped, "Mamí" and "Papí," and now it seemed that everyone was eager to hear what she'd say next. Would she say the name of an object, or another family member?

"Can you say Abuela?" Alma cooed, poking Dolores's nose. "Hm? Abuela?"

Dolores only squeaked and giggled. Pepa was preparing some lunch for her when Bruno walked into the kitchen. He looked exhausted and there was still a faint emerald shimmer to his eyes.

"You okay, Bruno?" Pepa asked.

"Eh..." He blew a raspberry, ignoring Alma's sighed request to Please act his age.

At the sight of him, Dolores perked up in her high-chair. It was a typical sight; she held out her tiny fists, wriggling eagerly, her eyes bright and her smile wide. She squeaked again and again.

Bruno glanced at Pepa for permission. When Pepa nodded, he lifted Dolores up, cradling her close.

"Hola, mí luz," he said softly. "Have you been good?"

"B'uno!" Dolores cried in delight.

They all froze. Pepa nearly dropped the spoon. Alma stared in surprise, but her expression softened as Dolores once more said, "B'uno!" and tugged on Bruno's hair.

For a moment, Pepa thought her brother was about to start crying. His eyes watered, but his grin was as bright as the rainbow above Pepa's head.

"Yeah," he said as Dolores giggled and rested her little chin on his shoulder. "That's me."

"B'uno," Dolores said again. "Mamí! B'uno!"

"Sí, baby!" Pepa laughed. Her rainbow grew in size and brightness. "That's your Tio Bruno!"

#answers #prompts #asks #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #alma madrigal #my writing #encanto #encanto fanfic #the madrigal family #i love them your honour #bruno and his merry band of niblings

[starsfic]

"what do MeAN i need sand to use my magic?!"

"What do you MeAN I need sand to use my magic?!"

Alma tried not to frown as they stepped into Brunito's room. She could already imagine the sand particles getting all over Casita's floor and all over her poor son. Said poor son looked around the bedroom, which was thankfully the right size for a five-year-old. She'd nearly had a heart attack when she saw how big Pepa's room was.

"It's empty," her redhead child chose to say at that moment. "It's so boring."

"Pepa!" Julieta, always the fair child, said. "Be nice! It's..." Both her and Bruno turned to see the eldest triplet look around, her Pedro's big brown eyes looking for something nice to say. "LOOK!" She pointed at a shelf. "Look, Brunito, you can put your vision there."

"Ooh!" Alma clapped. "It'll be like a little art gallery." The green glass image Bruno held of the future, the triplets beaming with cake in their mouth, was a piece of art. She knelt and smiled at her son. "What do you think?"

Bruno hummed, looking around. Something seemed to settle in him and he nodded. "Can you lift me up?"

Alma already was wrapping her hands around him.

"Always."

#my writing #Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Alma Madrigal #Pepa Madgrial #Julieta Madrigal #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 2: Siblings

Based on an incident referenced in one of my fics.

“Pepa, it’s my turn to ride the rocking horse,” Bruno informed her.

“No!” Pepa pouted, gripping the handles tightly. “I’m not done yet.”

“Mamá said it’s my turn,” Bruno said smugly. “She said you need to share.”

Pepa stopped rocking for a second. “No,” she decided, leaning forward and starting to rock again.

“Mamá,” Bruno called down the hallway. “Pepa isn’t sharing, even though you said she needs to share.”

“Tattletale.” Pepa stuck out her tongue at him. “Now I’m really not going to share.”

“But you’ve been on it for so long! You remember what mama said: five minutes per turn for each of us,” Bruno protested. “You’ve been on for way longer!”

Pepa ignored him, rocking more insistently.

Julieta, who had stayed quiet until then, spoke up. “Pepa, how about I let you play with my doll and then Bruno can have a turn on the horse?” She offered the doll she was dressing up.

Pepa shook her head. “I don’t want to play with a stupid doll. I want to ride the rocking horse.”

“But mamá said-“

A dark storm cloud appeared over Pepa’s head. “I don’t care what mamá said, I’m staying on the horse.”

“Pepa, you really should share-“

“No!” Pepa shrieked. Thunder rumbled overhead.

Julieta eyed the storm cloud nervously.

Meanwhile, Bruno went up to the horse and pushed Pepa off the horse. Satisfied to see it unoccupied, he took her place.

Now on the ground, Pepa started crying, accompanied by a downpour. “No fair!”

“Are you hurt?” Julieta fretted, checking Pepa’s arms and legs for bruises. “Looks like you’re a little scraped up. I can make you some tea, let’s go to the kitchen.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Pepa crossed her arms defiantly. “I want to get back on the rocking horse.”

“Well you can’t,” Bruno gloated, sticking his tongue out at Pepa in turn.

“I can’t?” Angry, Pepa shoved Bruno off the horse and got back on.

Recovering quickly, Bruno yanked Pepa down on the ground with him. “No, you can’t.”

Lightning flashed dangerously in the cloud, now hovering over all their heads.

Julieta’s eyes flicked up to the light show, biting her lip anxiously. “Guys, maybe we should all do something else,” she suggested timidly.

“No!” Both Pepa and Bruno screamed at her in unison. A small tussle ensued where one would manage to climb on the horse and the other would remove them.

“Mamá said, you can’t ride it anymore,” Bruno insisted, slightly out of breath from his efforts. Finally, he pushed Pepa off one last time.

It seemed like it had worked. Pepa glowered at him. “I’m not letting you ride the horse!” She yelled frantically. Suddenly, a lightning bolt arced down from the cloud, striking the rocking horse.

The three children stared at it in horror. Where there had been a wooden rocking horse now stood a charred husk. Only the reins were still distinguishable, a dull red against the blackened ruins.

“Pepa, what did you do?” Julieta asked softly, covering her mouth.

“If I can’t ride it, neither can you.” Pepa reveled in her victory in preventing Bruno from riding on the horse.

“Great job, Pepa, now none of us can ride it,” Bruno groaned.

That thought hadn’t seemed to occur to Pepa just yet. She went up to it, inspecting the soot-covered horse warily. “It’s ruined…” With that realization, Pepa began to cry loudly. Raindrops splashed over the area surrounding the children.

At that moment, Alma appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” She questioned, surveying the room. Bruno was fuming. Pepa was sobbing. Julieta appeared torn between helping her brother and her sister. And in the middle of it all stood an extremely burnt former rocking horse.

“Pepa ruined the rocking horse with her stupid gift just because she didn’t want to share,” Bruno complained.

Pepa’s eyes narrowed. Fists curled, she lunged towards Bruno, needing to be restrained by Julieta.

Alma rubbed her temples, sighing. “Ay, mis hijos, what am I going to do with you?” She murmured to herself. Addressing the children, she said, “Go to your rooms, all of you.”

Julieta nodded begrudgingly, accepting her fate.

Bruno gasped. “But I did nothing wrong!”

“Nothing wrong?” Pepa scoffed. Her lower lip wobbled as she cried.

“Yeah, nothing wrong.” Bruno doubled down.

“Rooms, now!” Alma raised her voice.

Startled, the children obeyed; Pepa and Bruno scurrying to their rooms and leaving Julieta alone in hers.

Alma left the room and leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath. Raising magical triplets was going to be much harder than she thought.

#pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal triplets #encantober #encantober 2023 #siblings #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #pb&j #love me some chaotic triplets #poor alma

[arandomperson5647]

PB&J (Sandwiches)

Okay so back in the day when Encanto was the hot topic and people often found many cool details, a lot of people noticed that the triplets were first introduced as Pepa, Bruno & Julieta, making the acronym PB&J (like the sandwich).

This made me think "oh wouldn't it be funny if PB&J sandwiches were their favorite sandwich?" This thought was in my head until I realized that Colombians probably didn't eat them. And THEN I realized that they were first invented in 1901, like a year after the Encanto was created (at least according to google). So yeah that kinda disappointed me. But then I remembered that the mountains cracked open and people can travel in and out, so then maybe someone traveled to Encanto and ended up showing them PB&Js.

So now my headcannon thing is that one day the triplets discovered the sandwiches and their acronym from someone. They became a bit popular among the Madrigals for a quick snack, and occasionally the triplets would call it the "Pepa Bruno and Julieta sandwich" as a joke.

#this is just one of those random things you think about #idk if this would count as a headcannon but oh well #ngl i'm actually kinda tempted to write a short story of this but idk #encanto #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #madrigal triplets

[miracles-and-butterflies]

The second wip of the Reincarnation AU series; Isabela’s death.

Featuring another sketch at the end.

Time skip of fourteen years. What happened between Mirabel and Isabela’s deaths? You’ll never know.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below: murder and character death.

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So Much Hides Behind My Smile

“Knock, knock? Mi flor? Are you in there?” Someone asks, opening the door.

Isabela is sat at her vanity, carefully taking out the flowers she’d woven into her hair that morning. From the mirror’s reflection, she can see Milagro stood in the doorway, her family going about minding their own business just behind.

It had been a busy day, of course. Her perfect, albeit long awaited, wedding.

“Of course, mi vida. Did you need something?”

“I just came to see you,” he answered, shutting the door behind him. He laughed, walking over to her, just about to set a hand on her shoulder. “Well, it’s been a long day but we’ve finally made it to the wedding night—”

“Get the fuck out of my room.” Isabela snarls.

Milagro blanks for a minute. “Um… where else am I meant to sleep?”

“I don’t care. It’s not my problem.” She seethes, turning back to the mirror.

“In case the rest of the day didn’t clue you in, mi flor, we are unfortunately husband and wife now. It very much is your problem. And from what I understand, the sooner you have a baby, the happier your Abuela will be. Which you’ll have a hard time achieving if you don’t want me here.”

“If you so much as touch my shoulder, I will rip your penis off and feed it to my carnivorous plants.”

Neither says anything more.

But it takes exactly two seconds for them to act.

Milagro goes to charge his entire body into hers but is yanked onto the floor by throned vines, as Isabela throws herself straight onto him.

“How dare you treat me like this!?”

“How dare you!? This is my room and don’t you forget it!”

“Just because you’re a Madrigal doesn’t mean you can get away with everything, princesa!”

They scratch and hiss and hit like wild jaguars, fighting over the last scrap of meat.

It just keeps going.

Not only does he deserve it and worse, she can let out all the steam that’s been building inside her.

~~~~~~

“A perfect match,” Alma hummed, as Bruno poured them all another round of wine. “Isabela deserves the best and that is what she has. They will both bring so much good to the Encanto.”

“I can’t believe it. Where has the time gone?” Bruno added.

Pepa nodded, still drying her hair. “It feels like just yesterday Isabela was born and now she’s married and going to have babies of her own.”

“That will be our Lolita soon,” Félix smiled.

“I’m too young to have grandchildren! We’re too young to have grandchildren! No offence, Mama.”

Alma was in too good a mood to even remotely care.

“Is it really Dolores’ wedding next?” Bruno asked, teasing. “Because I had a little peek into the future and I saw—”

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE RUIN IT! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!” Pepa shrieked.

Bruno held his hands up in surrender as his sister began a play fight with him, Félix laughed riotously.

“Hey, I was only kidding!”

“Well, I don’t believe you!”

Alma chuckled too, before getting up. “I am going to check on Julieta and Agustín.”

“You do that,” Félix said. “I’ll keep an eye on these two.”

The rest of the grandkids, all of whom were drunk, were out in the courtyard, hyper as anything.

Camilo, Antonio and a variety of animals were dancing while Dolores played some lively tune on her bandola; Luisa singing a completely different song over the top.

Honestly, you wouldn’t know they were adults.

On any other day, she would probably have scolded them and sent them to bed. For now though, she is happy enough to just leave them. They aren’t hurting anyone or causing any trouble, to be fair.

Agustín and Julieta were sat quietly in another room, without the wine. Julieta has been in an odd state for the past few years with seemingly new cure, and Agustín has always preferred to keep some distance from his mother-in-law when he can help it.

But they should be together right now. This is Isabela’s day and they have all been her biggest supporters.

“They certainly make the happy couple,” Alma said, taking a seat beside them.

“Indeed.” Agustín agrees. “I had my doubts about this match, but I’m glad that I’ve been proved wrong.”

“So long as my girls are happy, then I’m happy.” Julieta declares.

“Well, mija, I can attest that Luisa is definitely happy.” She paused, trying to get the pair to hear the carryon happening outside. “And trying to make herself a soprano, apparently.”

After some wonky, forced long note from Luisa, they broke into laughter.

“It’s nice to see the kids are still enjoying life and spending time together,” Agustín remarked, smiling fondly.

Julieta’s smile drops.

“Not all of them.”

~~~~~~

Long after Milagro is gone and her temper has cooled, Isabela heads downstairs.

It’s late now.

The rest of the family is in bed. Or at least in their rooms.

She doesn’t know where Milagro went after she kicked him out, probably the guest bedroom, but she doesn’t care enough to check. He can sleep outside for all she cares.

She heard some footsteps on the way to the kitchen, but brushed them off.

One of Antonio’s animals, no doubt.

In the kitchen, she makes her way over to the coffee pot. It’s half full, just needs to be reheated - no doubt Luisa has beaten her to their usual midnight drinks.

Casita takes over, sliding her signature cup along to her.

“What do you think of all this, Casita?”

A few tiles clink.

“Mirabel? I’d be lectured for at least two hours about failed marriages in history or something if she was still alive.” Isabela glanced to the side. “Can’t imagine how she’d take this… knowing I just went back.”

More clinking.

“Well, what was I meant to do? I couldn’t say no.”

A cupboard smacks her shoulder, lightly.

She chuckled. Taking off the wedding ring.

“Haha, good point. You know, I always thought getting out of the Guzmán engagement would make me happy, and now I’m about two seconds away from committing murder.”

The beams squeak supportively.

“It’s nice to know someone’s got my back.”

The coffee pot, ready, is tilted over Isabela’s cup, filling it to the brim.

“Maybe I’ll let it happen. Let the family see he’s awful and then I’ll be free.”

It smells as good as usual, there’s an underlying hint of something that isn’t coffee though. She shrugs, and drinks it anyways.

Luisa’s been drunk since the ceremony ended, who knows what she’s put in here since. It’s probably alcohol - that she’s added in some spark of creativity. And Isabela isn’t too against the idea of alcohol in her coffee at all - it’s an idea she’ll try later, when she isn’t about to go to bed.

It doesn’t taste any different though.

She lets Casita dispose of the ring.

She returns to her room steadily, not paying much attention to the beautiful decorations that have been hanging since this morning.

It’s one of the odd times where she wasn’t the one to decorate Casita in her flora - it was her day. Abuela had made it very clear that she didn’t want Isabela to lift a finger.

She never really got a chance to admire them this morning either. She’s spent most of the day outside of Casita and when they have been home, she was in her room, getting ready with Dolores, her maid of honour.

Ah well.

They will still be there tomorrow.

All that matters now is that she’s alone, out of that hideous wedding dress and can sleep off her frustration with a drink.

She doesn’t bother switching on the light, just clambers into bed and setting the cup on her bedside table.

The café con leche is as inviting as always.

[Note reads, not in Isabela’s handwriting:

Dear family,

This is not about you, this is about me. I can’t cope with the pressure of being the perfect Madrigal any longer. I was not made to be a wife and mother - my most sincere apologies to Milagro, mi vida. I tried. You should not blame yourselves. I hope whatever is is next is better than this.

— Isabela]

#encanto #encanto reincarnation au #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #my writing #my art #encanto fanart

[jacarandaaaas]

because I’m bored I have a question! if we ever got an encanto series would you want songs in it?

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #disney’s encanto #me personally if it’s the original cast give me a song every episode I love everyone’s voices #but also like I have a feeling if there was a continuation lin would come back and write bangers #i spend an embarrassing amount of time thinking about who would get a song or duets or ensemble songs #Dolores needs a solo I feel like camilo would either have a duet or solo #Antonio is precious if he had a song with anyone I would cry #I want the sisters to have a song together not just 3 lines #pepa and Felix love song…. #agustin singing I LOVE MY WIFE #alma singing with like anyone #bruno I’m not sure but maybe a song with him and mirabel would be fun #idc if mirabels already had loads of songs Stephanie’s voice is great I need more mirabel songs #this is all hypotheticals #I live in delusion #embrace it #I want Mariano to have a corny song

[usedtobeguest123]

Bruno’s hands wouldn't stop shaking. 

As he sank down into the sand, he kept his eyes locked on the small flame at the end of his match. It flickered and staggered with alarm, stuttering at the mercy of his quivering fingertips. He reached past his stiffly crossed legs toward the pile of leaves and herbs, watching as the flame fell to the kindling and the fire crackled to life. The heavy smell of sage filled the air. 

At the moment, the smell was making him feel a little sick. 

Okay, okay, cálmate. Oíme, sí?  You've gotta calm down, Bruno. P-p-pull it together. Going into it like this…nah you-you can't go into it like this. Now. Relax. Caaaalmate. [Calm yourself. Listen to me, okay? Caaaaalm down.]

He took a deep, steadying breath, but he couldn't make it reach the bottom of his lungs. He closed his eyes and rested his palms as loosely as he could against his knees, but they continued to quiver in the still night air. The inaudible whispers that had lingered after his vision-dream now seemed to move tangibly through the air around him, swirling in whisps like smoke from his fire. 

Let's get you to your door. Let the way be open. A new perspective. Let the way be open. Let the way be open. Let the way be open…

He could feel his magic rising in his chest, could feel it pushing at his mind, antsy and impatient, refusing to be held back any longer. 

He still wasn't ready. But that didn't matter anymore. 

#new chapter! #La Traes #Bruno from Before #I've posted this art before #but now it has a chapter to match #encanto fic #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #oh man almost everyone is in this one #my writing #usedtobeguest123 #my art