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  • encantoheadcanons
    27.01.2022 - 5 minutes ago

    Isabela and Mirabel are now a lot closer and they organise self care evenings with Luisa and Dolores. Pepa and Julieta also join them sometimes

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  • avatarvyakara
    27.01.2022 - 1 hour ago

    Another sample of my Encanto fanfic:

    60. Ciega

    (adj) blind, unseeing

    This is what Alma Madrigal sees:

    She sees a five-year-old Mirabel standing in front of a door that disappears before their eyes. How hopeless and helpless her nieta looks.

    She sees the look on forty-year-old Bruno's face when she asks him to have another vision, to find some way, any way, that this isn't Mirabel's fault or their fault or the failure of their magic. The failure of their miracle. The return of the outside world to the encanto. The loss of everything. Because she can’t see, but he can.

    She sees where Bruno was and now isn’t, and the towering steps that have grown overnight to his vision cave. Steps that crumble even as she walks along them. So either the vision was so bad that Mirabel was set to destroy them and Bruno chose to set out to find the shaman who taught Bruno when he was younger, talking about true names and spirits of the forest, to reverse it—or Bruno just had a breakdown and left. Left his sisters and their children. Left her. She asked him to help protect the family and he chose to leave it instead. Maybe to save it—but why didn’t he trust in them to fix it together? Maybe he just needs time—and maybe she needs a little time, too, to wait until he comes back with an answer (until he comes back). She has her granddaughter still. They just won't talk about Bruno, and maybe that's all it will come to.

    She sees the look of resentment that slides onto Mirabel's face when her oldest sister is around, so many times over the years. And for what? Doing all that Isabela can do? How long before she grew to resent Luisa for her strength, or Camilo for his shapeshifting, or Dolores for her hearing? Would she curse her own mother for healing her, scorn Pepa for making the sun shine? She didn't have a gift, fine, but Alma helps without one and so do Félix and Agustín. To be a Madrigal is to keep the Miracle burning. She isn't blessed, but that makes her no less a Madrigal. (But it leaves her open to infection. A sickness of the soul. With no gift, she has no immunity to other magic. And Bruno isn’t here to—no. She won’t think about Bruno.)

    She sees Mirabel spending more and more time out in the village as she gets older. And that's…fine. Certainly nobody loves Casita more than Mirabel, and almost certainly vice versa. But she's stuck as a baby in their house. There's nothing Alma can do about it. What can Mirabel do? What will Mirabel do? Apparently nothing. She acts like a child, passing from duty to duty instead of finding her niche and filling in the spare time with fun. The family is a unit. They don't need a court jester. (A seamstress, though, they need, and Mirabel’s skill there is unparalleled. And yet she somehow never manages to compliment her on it without the words sounding just a little bit trite.)

    She sees Mirabel become almost a big sister, a second (third) mother to Antonio. This is good. This is a sign that maybe Bruno was at fault, that she invented her theory about magical infection to excuse his leaving them all. Because how could Mirabel resent her little cousin? (But what about when he gets his gift? Or…what happens if he doesn't?)

    She sees Mirabel wandering around the marketplace on Antonio’s birthday, cheering the family on. That’s good. That’s honestly a relief. Maybe things aren’t as bad as she feared. (She feels this odd urge to sing, thinks she hears music coming from somewhere, but that’s just one of those quirks of the encanto that’s sprung up in the last few years or so. A minor sign of worry? But nobody can change the world with a song. ...although apparently Dolores managed to walk a mile and back in about thirty seconds, but that’s probably just exaggeration coupled with distraction.)

    She sees Mirabel leading a ragtag group of village children towards their house, with them chanting her name. Trying to make a mark for herself, certainly, but through a popularity contest instead of actual work? Making up for what she couldn't do with…what, showmanship? Espectacularidad? What was she doing?

    She sees Antonio get his gift, and calls for a family photo, and realizes only after it's been taken that Mirabel chose not to be part of it. That she wandered away. Chose not to be part of the family. That stings a little, but she won't let it spoil Antonio's night. Not when the magic has returned to them. (And she tries very hard not to think about Bruno telling her that he learned to hear the rats he kept in his cave from the shaman.)

    She sees Mirabel rushing back to call for help, talking about a breaking house.

    She sees the cut on her hand.

    She sees a clean floor, no cracks, no fallen tiles. So. Something is happening. But not yet. Maybe it's just a holdover from Mirabel's failure.

    She sees the candle, and wishes Pedro were here instead of this light he left behind, and hates that she still would trade her family's gifts to have him (have them) back with them all because how is she any better than Mirabel?

    She sees Mirabel shout at Luisa about magic disappearing the next morning and moves her to the head of the table to keep an eye on her.

    She sees, after Mirabel shouts at her, runs after her, how Luisa's strength—her feeling whole—begins to slip away. And wonders about the shaman, and whether or not the crafty old devil has taught her granddaughter how to break a person by their name, or weave a song around them to crush them from the inside. She doesn’t know what her granddaughter is doing, but if she is using outside magic, if somehow she learned? This isn’t the way. She has to stop. They have no idea what that power could do to the encanto. Let it wait until after her sister is settled, and then...maybe she can work out when and how her granddaughter started dabbling in exotic powers.

    She sees…well, really she wished she didn't see the whole dinner fiasco. Pepa's whole side of the family loses it. And all while whispering about Mirabel and Bruno's vision. No. No. Her son didn't leave because he was afraid of Mirabel destroying them all and wanted to save his own skin. She can't believe it. (Does she have to believe it?)

    She doesn’t see the vision, but she sees Dolores’ face, and hears Agustín’s words about Mirabel standing in front of a house covered in cracks. She doesn’t hear Agustín’s defence, not really. Not when terror has gripped her insides and anger is so much easier to focus on than terror.

    She sees the worry on the faces of the townsfolk as she gets that odd prickling sensation that she used to get when Bruno learned to do visions in the sand. But Bruno is gone. He left. So the magic, the outside magic, must be coming from someone else. Someone who has spent their life resenting their family for what they didn't have, from no fault of the family's for having those gifts. Someone—no. No. It's a coincidence. Mirabel wouldn't turn to other magic, why would she think to? Nobody talks about Bruno's training because nobody talks about Bruno. It's like those flashes of song she gets sometimes. (Don’t they use songs to work spells—no.)

    She sees Isabela lose it. Thrust a flower forward hard enough to break her nearly-fiancé's nose. Twice. Sees her break through the roof of their house, break their house, scatter wild jungle plants across their home, bring the chaos of the outside into the encanto. Mirabel has somehow turned the family's oldest granddaughter, the most dutiful of all of them, into a madwoman. Taking from the others and perverting Isabela's power to her own ends. What the hell (pardon) those ends are, Alma doesn't know, but the whole family is in disarray and Mirabel is standing on the rooftop cackling as her older sister sings a song to the world about being more than people think she is, like her sister wants to be, like some mouthpiece—

    She sees red.

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  • grav-for-the-third-time
    27.01.2022 - 2 hours ago

    New Encanto oc u definitely didn’t forget to put here

    She’s been lurking around in the forest surrounding Encanto for a while now and usually pays visits either in the morning or late at night

    Just decided to slap on a 40s/50s dress that’s definitely too small for her because she ran away and got lost when she was around 5-6 and never found her way home

    Oh and she has a vulture because that’s cool

    Funky doodles of her with some of the Madrigals because I’m rad

    She’s got like, more than one name bc she never said her real name (she might not remember it idk?) but her names are





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  • bananahkim
    27.01.2022 - 3 hours ago

    What the grandkids would wear as models

    #encanto#my art#art #artists on tumblr #bruno madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#mirabel madrigal#camilo madrigal#dolores madrigal#antonio madrigal#nahnahbananakim #ain’t gonna put the usual DNI below my art #because it seems to attract nasty people that I don’t want to interact with. ironically.
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  • avatarvyakara
    27.01.2022 - 3 hours ago

    Tiles on the Roof

    An Encanto Fanfic

    Prompts 37-48

    “Outside the House”

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    37. Ordenar

    (v) sort through, collect, ordain (religious); masculine singular past participle ordenado

    Padre Juan Flores doesn’t mind being the priest in San Ambrosio. In terms of parishes, it’s one of the more easygoing ones for the most part.

    Confessional gets a bit weird, though.

    “So I impersonated a priest again and I’m not one hundred percent certain that’s a sin but it might be. Papá and Abuela don’t like it, I know that. I got your hairline right this time, though.”

    “I have a weird urge to slack off and I hate it. What if Señora Ozma needs me to reroute the river again?”

    “Some of the most terrible gossip from around town has reached my ears. I don’t know whether to feel guilty or to warn you about what’s likely coming your way or both.”

    Mind you, his own prayers have been a bit strange in recent decades. Gathering his thoughts has never been harder than it was in the first few years.

    Lord, a little guidance on the teenage girl in the marketplace who is doing miracle healing? I literally saw someone get their finger reattached this afternoon. Do I need to write to someone in Rome about whether it qualifies her for sainthood?

    Lord, I prayed to you for a little rain for my flowers and one of the Madrigal triplets stormed by in a huff and suddenly I was in the middle of a thunderstorm. Are you trying to tell me something or was that just an unhappy coincidence?

    Lord, we’re quite clear on the non-efficacy of pagan magic, right? And of course pride is a deadly sin but is there any way you could let me know exactly how clearly pagan magic is false and thus diminish my worries about going completely bald within the next three weeks please??

    At least he’s doing better than poor old Padre Antonio Juarez in Macondo. God, the guy’s a gibbering wreck in some of his letters.

    38. Banda

    (nf) group of musicians, band, sash

    They’re new in town. They’ve been there long enough for a few things to sink in, like how “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”, but a lot of it still is new to them.

    Gustavo, Carmen, and Tomas are musicians at heart and by trade. Of course they hear the song, and if it’s strange then, well, isn’t this exactly the right place for it? The young lady has a talent—she’s just being modest. Take an accordion, Señorita Madrigal, tell us what we already know! You’ve earned it!

    Oddly, she still seems too shy to talk about her gift.

    (She does give them the accordion back, mind you, even though she plays it well.)

    39. Quejarse

    (v) complain, grumble, quarrel; masculine adverbial present participle quejando

    Osvaldo is more than a little frustrated by the growth of his belly. Not that he’s vain, you understand, it’s just...well, Bruno Madrigal doesn’t have the best bedside manner in the world.

    “I mean, you will grow a gut, that’s, you know, that’s here in the sand, it’s just that, well, think about it like this, you’re gonna enjoy a lot of good food!”

    ...look, just because he does, doesn’t mean he wants to know that he’ll have to face the consequences, alright?

    (The Family Velázquez have given San Ambrosio some of its best shoemakers, but they’re as bad as the Quinteros when it comes to pettiness.)

    40. Niñero

    (nm) babysitter

    It's not exactly like Mariano thought this was a good way to get close to the Madrigals. He's a fifteen-year-old boy, sure, and has had more than a passing interest in girls for a while, but, you know, he's also a fifteen-year-old-boy and babysitting is the last thing on his mind. But Mamá wanted him to give it a try.

    "All so busy, the Madrigals," she told him, trying to tidy him up. "And what with poor Mirabel having no gift and her father trying to do what he can around the village, they really do need some help. Besides, it will help smooth things over when it comes time to marry Isabela."

    Mariano, youngest of his siblings and generally happier playing the lovelorn fool than upsetting his mamá, shrugged and went along with it.

    Let the record state that he was not prepared for this.

    Mirabel’s terribly high level of destructibility and propensity for accidents are matched only by her compete disregard for her own safety. At six years old she's already quite precocious (precoz), which Mariano's book Mil palabras que un poeta debe saber defines as "having developed certain abilities or elements more quickly than is usual for one's age" and which Mariano has privately defined as "making up for the natural magic of the Madrigals by trying to do everything at once". Honestly, as a temporary carer he's kind of wasted.

    As a big brother figure to Mirabel and occasionally Camilo, though, he's not had quite this much fun in years. And it's not even about impressing The Fair Isabela anymore, he just…likes these kids.

    (Mostly. Except when they play that twin trick. That's just being deliberately unfair.

    "No, I'm the real Mirabel! Can't you tell?"

    "Hmm, that depends. I think that your glasses are just the wrong shade of green, your hair microscopically less bouncy, and you don't walk quite right. You kind of shuffle around instead of dancing."

    "No, no, I'm really me! Mister Mariano, you're not being fair."

    "I wonder…what did you tell me about Luisa and the bookshelf the other day?"

    "I don't remember! What did I say? Anyway, how do I know you're not Camilo pretending to be Mister Mariano? Don’t you trust me?"

    "Oh, no, not the wobbly lip, you’re not allowed to be cuter than me...okay, okay, let's all take a deep breath and all twirl back into our proper forms in three…two…onnnnnnnnnnnnne—oh. Alright, I'm sorry, Mirabel. You win. It's getting harder to tell when you act so much like Camilo, you’ve gotten really good at imitating his walk."

    "I have?" Shoomp. "Aw, nuts. You nearly got me."


    "Mira, Mira, get in here, I got Mister Mariano to make the face again!"

    “Yay, we win!”

    This calls for an impromptu tickle fight.

    “Scoundrels and tricksters! Betrayed by my two best amiguitos! What next?”)

    Camilo becomes cooler and more distant as the years go by, but Mirabel he's always been friends with even though she finds his well-crafted “galán distinguido” act to be kind of dumb. She doesn’t even make fun of Mariano for wanting to be a poet—neither do Dolores and Luisa, but they’re about the only ones among his (rough) age-mates who don’t and Dolores is good at keeping secrets (including her own) while Luisa literally doesn’t have time to waste commenting. He’s pretty sure even Isabela doesn’t like his work, although she never gives him a concrete answer one way or the other. The poets talk about love as a time of great passion, but they never say anything about not having small talk.

    (Maybe it’s kind of expected that you shouldn’t do it, that it diminishes the romance and then the marriage somehow. His mother and father only really discuss business together, after all, not really anything emotional. And their romance is still talked about in the village. Maybe Isabela is just practicing for that.)

    41. Negativas

    (adj) negative

    “Dios mío, what happened to your face?” wails Rosenda, who has no indoor voice.

    “Ay, hermana, I just got kicked,” protests Marta, who has no survival instinct.

    “By a cow?”


    “In the head?”

    “So I forgot to tie the legs down, so what? I do feel a little...strange, though...”

    “Ayy, first my fish and now my sister! A life of eternal loneliness awaits me!”

    “Let’s just get you to Señora Madrigal,” says Renata, who has no lack of patience with her older sisters. (And also no qualms about taking out her frustrations on those who cross her, but she at least is working on that.)

    42. Curandero

    (nm) shaman, witch doctor, quack (medicine), healer

    "Taita is a more respectable term, Señora Madrigal," he says mildly. "But no matter. How might I help you?"

    Alma Madrigal doesn't look too happy to see him, and neither does her son. But they're both still here, outside his hut on the very edge of the encanto. They are the keepers of the Miracle; he's just set up shop in a particularly potent locale.

    His profession, if you may call it that, is to keep balance in the cosmos—or at least a specific part of it. And for that, you need to keep your eyes and ears open—inner eyes and inner ears as well.

    Alma Madrigal explains. She is still new to magic, and her sixteen-year-old son has the most uncontrollable magic of all. His oldest sister has complete control over her gift, the middle sister has hers active all the time. (Which explains a lot about the weather in this valley, to be honest.) But Bruno's gift is…erratic. He gets tunnel vision, of a sort, randomly spouting nonsense that somehow comes true. Sometimes it comes true the next day. Once it took over ten years. And it…hurts him, when he uses it. If the gift is to be used properly for the encanto, says Señora Madrigal, then there has to be a way to make it better.

    He ponders this.

    "You realize what you are actually asking me, Señora Madrigal," he says at last. "I know of your family. I know you know what a taita—an originario—really is. Why would I take on an outsider, from a veritable palace down in the town, and teach him to become a leader just out of nowhere?"

    “I am asking you to help my son,” says the woman, a little sharply.

    “And I am saying that I have no reason to accept your request. I have other concerns at the moment. Your family’s miracle is...different. Not our magic. I see no reason to give your son a place as an apprentice simply because—”

    "You will."

    He curses. (He probably shouldn’t but seriously, what the—)

    Bruno Madrigal's eyes are lit up, bright glowing green in place of warm worried brown. He looks like he's in agony, like there's too much noise. His voice, when it comes through, sounds...well, “dopplered” isn’t a very common term yet, not in the middle of the rainforest, but it sounds like his voice is coiling back in on itself. Like someone else’s voice is trying to force its way out of his lungs at the same time as Bruno’s.

    "You'll tell me and Mamá to leave, and then you'll have time to think, and then we'll meet and a log will roll down the road and nearly trip us up and you'll say yes and I'll learn how to work with the sands and I'll hate it but it has to be done because it keeps getting worse and worse and when I have to leave my family forever I'll remember this moment and—"


    Bruno falters. His breathing becomes easier.

    He shouldn’t have Spoken, shouldn’t have cut the boy off, but this...this is new.

    “Señora Madrigal,” he manages, a little breathless himself. “I need time to...consider my options here.” He manages to stop himself from saying “think it over”.

    She nods, wryly, supporting her collapsed son as gently as she can. “Take all the time you need, Señor Originario. You know where to find us. We live in the veritable palace down in the town.”

    He watches them leave.

    He is not, as a general rule, given to introspection about the nature of magic. The land works well enough on its own without people mucking about with powers they shouldn’t be dealing with.

    But he has to wonder, just a little, what kind of magic did strike the Family Madrigal sixteen years ago, and how the...heck...the land literally changed around them. It could be...intriguing.

    Besides...it might be an opportunity to actually bring his people back in line. San Ambrosio is a puebla colonial, yes, but they know about encantos. Giving them a taita, mestizo though he may be, would not be the worst thing in the world, surely.

    (He nearly trips over the log. He doesn’t.)

    43. Ansia

    (nf) craving, yearning; anxiety, apprehension

    Elisenda Ozma is old enough to remember San Cristóbal. She remembers the town much better than she does San Ambrosio, to tell you the truth. And maybe she wouldn’t indulge in such trivial things as asking Luisa to reroute the river if it ever proved a problem for her, but it doesn’t, and she enjoys hearing the waters pass near her house on a Sunday like it did in her old home, as she sits in her chair and reminisces.

    (“She’s a cat,” sighs Julieta to Agustín. It’s become a code word of sorts for them, a shorthand for something Julieta, for all her powers, just can’t heal. “It’s not like she’s forgetting, she remembers things well, it’s just that I can’t convince her that it’s something that needs fixing.”

    Agustín, who is still wincing a little from a rapidly-recovered broken leg and thus a tad distracted, does his best to focus on his wife’s expression through his glasses and rearranges his face accordingly. “You’re doing all you can, mi amor. And she’s not hurting anyone per se. I’m just a little worried that Luisa’s taking on too much for her. She keeps wanting to handle everyone’s problems on her own.”

    “She doesn’t want to be a burden,” says his wife, and smiles softly. “She takes after her father that way.”

    “And in no way could she ever be one. Just like her mother.”

    “Get a room, you two!” calls a rather pregnant Pepa somewhat hypocritically as she walks past.

    “We have one. It’s the kitchen.”


    “If you’re not hungry, then by all means—”

    “Is that arroz con pollo?”

    “It might be.”


    44. Adicto

    (nm) addict

    When he's older, Juancho will shrug and grin and say, "Eh, with all the excitement going on around town, how else was I supposed to focus on everything at once?"

    And Alejandra will nod in sympathy. "There was a jungle in a bedroom and miracles happening literally every day, focus is important."

    "You two are a little obsessed, you know that?" Cecilia will say, rolling her eyes fondly.

    "Oh, like you weren't right there with us all the way."

    "And also like I haven't noticed you stealing my coffee."

    "That is hearsay and slander and you can't prove anything."

    The truth is a little more complicated than that.

    Because although he is trying to focus, he's also, just a little bit, trying to understand the rush they must feel. Working miracles…that must be the greatest feeling in the world. He can never capture that himself, but a good cup of café helps him get close, surely? And he can give it up whenever he wants.

    Juancho likes to think super-speed would have been a good gift.

    (Heck, he's pretty sure he managed it once. It's a little blurry, though, wrapped around a song.)

    45. Insistente

    (adj) insistent

    She answers to the name Diana. Her actual name is a lot more complicated than that. Her people, and her philosophical school, go in for deep cogitation and that includes long and subliminally-consequential names. But Diana is as good a collection of syllables as any.

    Diana is not entirely sure why the Lady bears her on her back when she is more than capable of walking on her own. It’s a little frustrating sometimes, really. She occasionally protests vociferously and would maybe bite if she weren’t a grown adult with a reputation to uphold, but the Lady’s mind is filled with Focus and Strength and Pressure. Rather like a child. (For one of her kind, she probably is one.) She wants to be like them. She understands the Onus of Aptitude—the fundamental requirement of being steadfast in one’s duty, once one has deemed said duty worthy of one’s time. But she is surprisingly isolated, as though her work is the only thing important in life, and not the choice thereof. (Diana’s thesis on the Didacticism of Informed Obligation in the Context of Recompense versus Castigation was very well received.)

    Diana tries to communicate, as do her colleagues (her coworker who answers to Abram has for some time now been trying to interest her in the Metaphysics of Non-Agricultural Floral Classification, a highly stimulating and eminently practical area of research), but the Lady’s mind is as stubborn as theirs. Likely she could hear them if she just twitched a teeny tiny bit, but she won’t let herself be distracted. The poor creature is obviously suffering from a severe psychological imbalance caused by an excess of Hypertrophied Physio-Sensibility. The only known cure is patience.

    Fortunately, patience is something that Donkeys have quite a lot of.

    46. Culpa

    (nf) guilt, remorse

    “Who’s that?”

    “Hmm?” Bruno’s eyes widen, and he grabs the portrait. “Uhhh, nobody. Just someone I used to know.”

    “Oh,” says four-year-old Mirabel. “A friend?”

    “...yeah. Yeah, you could say that.”

    There was one person beyond the family who didn’t assume the worst of Bruno Madrigal’s prophecies, not too long ago.

    And the fact that they didn’t is a large part of why he does.

    47. Desgraciado

    (nm) wretch, unfortunate person

    The one time Agustín’s cousin Claudio comes to visit, it’s...well.

    “How in the heck did he set a house on fire with a feather?” complains Pepa.

    “En seriamente, Agustín,” says Abuela, genuinely shocked. “How did your cousin get even worse luck than you?”

    Agustín snorts. “Didi? He didn’t. He just got the family curse and decided not to do anything about it. Just go with the flow. Or, you know, drown in it.”

    “I’m right here, primito.”

    “What curse?” asks a seven-year-old Isabela curiously. “Your old familia had magic too?”

    Agustín smiles at his daughter. “Ah, it’s going to sound stupid, but...my family always believed there was some sort of curse on the male members of the Valderrama bloodline that was put on them by a witch back in Castile. A bad luck curse. You know, a ‘the first shall be tied to a cactus and the last shall be eaten by bees’ kind of curse. But don’t worry! It doesn’t pass down through the female line. You’re a Madrigal, mi flor. You’re safe.”

    Isabela doesn’t look completely convinced. Nor, for that matter, does Abuela.

    “Maybe it’ll just skip a generation,” suggests Claudio, who thanks to Julieta’s food is looking better than he has in years. “Or you’ll end up with a very accident-prone daughter.”

    “Cállate, Didi.”

    48. Culpable

    (nm) culprit, culpable person

    “But you heard,” he mumbles.

    Dolores nods, eyes solemn.

    (Maybe she’s alone. Maybe she isn’t.)

    Julián Perez is not the only man—the only person—in San Ambrosio who would ultimately prefer to keep some things secret from others. But he can’t, just like they can’t. The only people who know may be himself and Dolores Eladia Castillo Madrigal, but her presence is a given.

    And his actions may well not be forgiven.

    And she’s protected by a mother who could blast you on sight, a brother who can shape-shift into monsters if he wants to, a cousin with super-strength and near-invulnerability, and a father who, to be fair, could break your nose with one swing. If she’s here, they almost certainly know where she is.

    “...do we leave?” he asks. “Is that the price to pay?”

    Dolores shakes her head. “I can’t decide that,” she says. “You should have come to us for help. You can try Padre Flores, or Abuela.” Her expression hardens. “But you know that I’ll know what you tell them. And you will return what you took.”

    There are rumours that the missing Tío, Bruno Madrigal, never left at all—that he was murdered, and that his ghost still haunts the Casa Madrigal, speaking prophecies of the future.

    Do Dolores’ eyes glint a little green in the light?

    Julián nods. It’s the safest bet.

    There are no governors or mayors or police in San Ambrosio. No political armies or criminal gangs.

    Even if they could find their way into the encanto, they wouldn’t dare intrude on the Madrigals’ territory.

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  • soloragoldsun
    27.01.2022 - 4 hours ago

    After Bruno’s return, there are inevitably some people in the village who still call him creepy and spread rumors about him being a bad omen, sometimes saying awful things to his face. Bruno is quiet about it, but Dolores finds out immediately. The nieces and nephews unanimously become Bruno’s personal protection squad. Anyone who speaks ill of him or makes him feel bad will suddenly find lots of loud birds in the area when trying to sleep, and will find themselves tripping over roots and vines that seem to appear right by their feet. Luisa flat-out ignores any requests from those individuals and Camilo pulls pranks on them.

    When Abuela finds out, she is furious. She gives all of her grandchildren a stern lecture on misusing their powers, and forbids them from doing anything of the sort again.

    After that, she proceeds to march into the village and drag the people being mean to Bruno to the casita one by one and waits with arms folded while they apologize to her son.

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  • fantasyfiction-net
    27.01.2022 - 4 hours ago

    Camillo x Reader

    ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Warnings: Mature Languages and mature scenes --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aged Up! Camillo Madrigal --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With permission from Camillo's parents, the two lovers rushed up to his room. As soon as they got there, they jumped onto his bed and started cuddling. Camillo's girlfriend, Y/n L/n, spoke up saying that she was cold. Camillo then smirked "I know a way to get us warm." He trailed his fingers on her skin suggestively. She then kissed him. Camillo then adjusted his position so he was on top of her. They then continued kissing until it turned into a full-blown-out make-out session. Camillo slowly took off her top as she took off his poncho and his shirt. Y/n stared at him with lust and blush on her face. They then continued kissing until both were fully naked. Camillo slowly rubbed his fingers on her clit. She started moaning. "C-camillo, I want you inside me now. P-please...A-ahh..". Camillo smirked, removed his fingers and pounded himself into her. Both of them were a moaning mess. They did forget one thing...Camillo's older sister, Dolores, heard them. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time Skip --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *2 weeks later* Y/n has been feeling sick for a about 2 weeks. Pepa was so and is still worried about her future daughter -in- law. Dolores on the other hand, knew the exact reason, she can hear the heartbeat...and she heard something that traumatized her for life. This wouldn't be kept a secret for long though. Dolores had a plan. During dinner time, everybody ate quietly. As soon as dinner ended, Dolores said "I have something to say." Everybody then looked at her and Abuela asked what it was. Dolores then said "Someone among us is pregnant." Everyone was shocked. Felix then asked "Dolores, are you?" Dolores said no and said "Y/n is pregnant with Camillo's child." As soon as those words came out of her mouth, Pepa fainted. So did Felix. The others congratulated them. Once Pepa, was fully conscious.. she admitted that she was disappointed but happy at the same time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE END ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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  • luisa-madrigal-magic
    27.01.2022 - 4 hours ago

    @anemonether said the cute idea of Luisa not handling horror films so I drew something with her gal

    Click pic for better quality 😈

    Also the last pic by itself cuz video quality poop.


    #my art#art#encanto fanart#encanto oc#luisa madrigal#encanto#encanto fandom #encanto original character #encanto self insert #luisa x reader #luisa madrigal x reader #luisa my beloved #luisa fanart
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  • animeangsteng
    27.01.2022 - 5 hours ago

    Encanto! Dark AU

    I saw many whine about Alma and hating her.

    Saying how much of a Villain she was and how bad she grew her family.

    And I think she could have grown them way worse (not saying she did well) and here I’ll show how to you.

    This is all my theory though.



    In the village there is no healer, no doctor nor pharmacist so the only way to get healed, live for a long time and/or stay healthy is to go to Julieta.

    And you better be good or she will leave you to die.

    Her healing food is only for those worthy, as in those who obey and don’t oppose the Madrigal family.



    Do you want a prophecy?

    He’ll lie and interpret it in the worse way so here is how... obey the family and all will go well.

    It’s written in the future, after all.

    You don’t wanna get hurt, do you?

    Because if you don’t obey... you might get badly hurt.

    Plus, don’t even try.

    He will discover you and send the strongest Madrigals after you.

    So be good.



    She’ll control the weather so... you want food to grow?

    Don’t make her mad or disobey because, otherwise, a storm might destroy your field.



    She’s listening.

    The entire time.

    Whatever you say gets heard and told so bite your tongue or you won’t live a long life.



    Is your husband really your husband?

    Is he Camilo?

    Nervousness devours the villagers since they have no way of telling.

    And any plan of trying a coup... how can you organise one if you don’t know who to trust?

    Or who you’re really talking to?



    Encanto’s forest is so dangerous.

    Filled with ferocious animals.

    But don’t you worry, Antonio will protect you.

    If you’re good.

    And it seems like sometimes people disappear there.

    People against the family.



    Quite easy to understand.

    You’re good?

    She’s there ready to help you with whatever.

    She’ll even assemble your own house like a LEGO game.

    You’re not?

    She’ll reassemble your limbs.



    She is perfect.

    If you act like her and take her as an example everything will go well.

    Life will be a dream.

    Just be perfect.

    Like her.



    It seems like the youngest and giftless kid has gone missing after the ceremony.

    Who knows where she went.

    Who knows.

    Perhaps she left Encanto.

    Perhaps she left Encanto for good.

    But don’t worry.

    Mirabel’s tragedy won’t happen again.

    The Madrigal family will protect you.

    As long as you follow the rules.

    Mirabel didn’t and disappeared.

    If you do... the Madrigal family will protect you.




    So... What do you think?

    The canon doesn’t sound that bad, does it now?

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  • bwall-7204
    27.01.2022 - 5 hours ago

    Healing your inner child💕

    You’re allowed to heal your inner child💕 Be kind to yourself, you are worthy of love. Healing is different for everyone and a long process. But it’s a journey worth taking😌💜

    After sitting with this movie I saw a lot of myself in Isabela. Being the oldest and having to represent myself as the perfect daughter of two successful parents, it takes its toll. I know as a child if I had this movie it wouldve been a great comfort. As a little brown girl I loved princesses but would never see myself as one as I never had that representation. As a child, I would’ve been obsessed with Princessa Isabela. (Plus we have the same name) A beautiful brown girl who looks just like me. A princess. 🌸 Then Isabelas transformation happened where she let herself just be, just as I am trying to be💕 Seeing my younger and older self in her has been a great comfort. This movie is amazing and I hope you’ve found some comfort in it to.


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  • redsandsshoes
    27.01.2022 - 5 hours ago

    Say what you will about encanto (and there's a lot to say, good and bad) but "The ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is" is such a good lyric? Like, ohmygoodness.

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