#Alma madrigal birthday

[cloudly-moonlight]

Alma Birthday

It's finna be 2025... we still haven't got Alma's birthday... or did we already got her birthday, I haven't been here so long ToT

[kinschi]

Happy Birthday to them!! 🧡💚💙

[calicoyo]

"Feliz cumpleaños, mis bebitos!”

It’s the triplets’ birthday!! :D Alma is ecstatic to be able to celebrate her babies’ first birthday together again. After ten long years without Bruno, she’s not gonna miss a single moment of their special day

[prophetic-hijinks]

feliz cumpleaños

Master comic list

star from the beginning

one shots

The twins were born today, September 16th. Colombia’s St.Valentines day.

[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.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Mirabel Birthday prompt: Mirabel watching as the entire family does a horrible job of acting normal while they plan a surprise party

🙂

Her family were terrible actors sometimes. For a family of people who were so good at hiding their feelings, thoughts and stress, they were terrible at hiding when they were planning something.

Mirabel could admit, that included her. When she was planning a surprise, she knew her giddiness hinted at something. But she couldn't help it! She just got so excited!

And so it went for the rest of her family. Her birthday was coming up, two weeks away now, and it was painfully obvious they were hiding something. Conversations stopped when she entered the room. Dolores squeaked frequently and refused to make eye-contact. Luisa giggled at random. Antonio kept giving her a beaming smile and asked her questions like, "Do you want a new dress?"

Yeah. Obvious.

The front doors opened and Casita suddenly rattled the floor, hastily pushing Mirabel towards Abuela.

"Ah, Mira!" Abuela's smile was a little too wide and she looked worriedly at the doors as Félix came running in, doing a poor job of hiding the armful of wrapping paper rolls in his arms, and a big bag of what looked like balloons. "Perhaps you could help me with something in town, amor?"

"Sure, Abuela," Mirabel said with an amused smirk. "What is it?"

Abuela plainly hadn't thought that far ahead. She gave an undignified, sputtering cough and quickly steered Mirabel towards the back doors. Casita rippled, hurrying them along. Mirabel could hear Agustín calling, "Pepa, did you get it?" and Pepa practically screaming back, "Keep your voice down, idiot!"

"How about we just take a walk instead?" Abuela said with a sigh. Laughing, Mirabel linked her arm with Abuela's.

Her family was obvious. So terribly, horribly, ridiculously obvious.

It was a good job she loved them so much. Anyone else would tease them mercilessly.

[sesamestreet47]

Félix Madrigal headcanons because it was his birthday recently

Félix Madrigal, random headcanons

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!  

MASTERLIST

sings in the shower

knows how to play tennis

knows how to tap dance

used to use the “here comes the airplane” feeding method when his kids were just toddlers

biggest girl dad

used to do Dolores’ hair all the time when she was little, she still sometimes lets him do it

probably the only person who was never fooled by Camilo’s shapeshifting powers

biggest romantic and gentleman

doesn’t like corn

loves when Pepa kisses him on the forehead, loves the height difference in general and never fails to show Pepa that

became very protective when Dolores started going out with Mariano

has a lot of hats and sombreros as he wore them almost everyday when he was younger

the red neckerchief Antonio wears used to belong to Félix

whenever he’s proud of his children he pats them on the shoulder and says “that’s my boy/girl” and walks away, it’s a small gestures but Dolores, Camilo and Antonio know it means a lot

he’s not the type of parent to break his kids up when they’re fighting, he stands on the side and watches because he finds their bickering amusing

has a very warm laugh

makes the bed very carefully, won’t let there be a single wrinkle on the sheets

when he sweeps, he dances with the broom

used to work as a shoeshiner in his teens

speaks with his mouth full

wasn’t nervous when meeting Alma for the first time, she actually became very fond of him very fast

gives the best hugs

whenever something exciting happens to Mirabel, tío Félix would be the first person she’d tell

these two are actually quite close as Mirabel would spend a lot of time with her dad and tío when she was younger, they were comforting her a lot after she didn’t get a gift

him and Isabela usually get into debates on various topics at dinners, when that happens the rest of the family just listens to them

MASTERLIST

happy birthday Félix! <3

[encantoisawesome]

i’m really grateful for all of the birthday wishes i received today, honestly thank you so much everyone!

have screenshots of the triplets hugging

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Encanto 2023 Day 17: Home

The anniversary of the Madrigal’s Miracle was both a celebration and a tough time for the family. On one hand, it was the triplets’ birthday and the anniversary of the magic that brought them their Casita in the first place. On the other hand, it was also the anniversary of their father’s death. It was the hardest day of the year for Alma in particular, because not only are her children getting older, but she was also reminded of the loss of her husband.

On the day of the triplets’ fifty-first birthday, Casita transformed its courtyard into a mini-theatre for the children to put on a variety show they were planning throughout the day. While they did so, Alma took the triplets out for lunch and to go shopping to make sure it was kept a surprise. While they were out, Julieta and Pepa found a little perfume shop in the village square that had all different kinds of scents to sample.

“What do you think about this? The bottle itself looks nice and I can smell a bit of a mint scent to it,” Julieta explained as she gave the bottle to Pepa.

“I love this mint one. It reminds me of whenever Casita changes its scent during the Christmas season to match the mood,” Pepa replied.

Bruno walked over to his sisters to see what they were smelling. “Are there any other scents they may have?” he asked.

“How about this one? I know perfumes tend to be too strong for you, but I think this one is a little bit milder,” Julieta said as she handed Bruno a citrus-scented perfume bottle.

“I like this one! Not only that citrus is my favorite scent, but it also reminds me of that time Casita made itself smell like citrus at the beginning of summer, that one time when we were kids to remind mama of the smell of her hometown in the summer.”

Pepa then picked up a vanilla-scented perfume bottle. “What about this one? You know how much I love vanilla scents!”

“Casita even makes itself smell like vanilla sometimes during the Christmas season, along with the mint scent,” Julieta pointed out.

“Maybe we should ask mama what her favorite scent Casita produces is,” said Bruno.

The triplets found their mother by the fabrics, trying to find one to make a dress out of for Luisa’s twentieth birthday next month. She turned around and saw her triplets running up to her excitedly, while also smelling a small combination of the scents they were smelling at the perfume shop.

“Hola, mijos! Are you ready to head over to have lunch?”

“Si, but we also wanted to ask you something while we walked to the cafe,” Julieta said.

Alma and the triplets began walking over to their favorite cafe Alma used to take them when they were children. Alma even took her grandchildren there several times a year and would go as a family often. The Madrigals have gone so often that the owner and his family became great friends with the Madrigals.

“Mama, we want to know, what’s your favorite scent that Casita makes? We were messing with a few perfume bottles in the shop and we were curious,” Pepa asked.

“That’s a great question; I love all the scents that Casita brings to us over every holiday, but my absolute favorite is the apple-cinnamon scent that Casita brings when autumn starts,” Alma explained to the triplets.

“I think that one’s my favorite, too,” Julieta replied.

“As much as vanilla is my favorite scent, I think the apple-cinnamon scent is my second favorite since that’s usually Casita’s signal for us that the autumn season is starting,” Pepa explained.

“Same here,” said Bruno.

“Do you ever wonder if Casita can make a birthday cake scent on any of our birthdays? I don’t think it has ever done that before,” said Julieta.

“I don’t know, maybe it might do that today. We’ll see,” Alma replied.

Once Alma and the triplets got to the cafe, the current owner walked up to Alma and gave her a hug. “Hola, Alma! How have you been?”

“I’ve been great, Mateo, gracias.”

“And I understand it’s your childrens’ birthday today? Feliz cumpleanos, Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno!”

“Gracias, Mateo,” the triplets said simultaneously.

“I see you’re going to be fifty this year?”

“Fifty-one; and I’m taking them here today because my grandkids are planning something extremely special for them when we get home later this afternoon, since this is their first birthday together again in ten years,” Alma explained.

“That is amazing! I’ll get you seated right away.” Mateo took out four menus for them and led Alma and the triplets to their seats outside the cafe. “I’ll get your server.”

Once Mateo walked into the cafe, Alma and the triplets decided to continue their conversation about Casita’s scents. “Not only that the apple-cinnamon scent is the sign of the autumn season starting, but probably smells the most homey to me,” Alma explained.

“I think any autumn-related scent smells homey to me,” Bruno replied.

Alma and the triplets continued their conversation throughout the lunch and spent some more time in the village square for a couple more hours before it was time to go home. Once they got back to Casita’s front door, it was locked. Casita purposefully locked the door to make sure they did not come in until everything was set up. Once Casita unlocked itself, Alma opened the door to see the courtyard transformed into a mini theatre, and the children on the stage, Felix and Agustin at a table on the side of the stage with the cake they made together, and most of the village in the audience.

“SURPRISE!!” the children, Agustin, Felix, and the villagers yelled once they saw the triplets walk inside.

The triplets cried in shock once they saw how Casita transformed itself. They even smelled the birthday cake scent that they were talking about in the village with their mother earlier that day. Did they predict this? Or did Casita just want to do something special since this was their first birthday in ten years with Bruno again.

“Mama, did you plan to have Casita smell like a birthday cake today?” Julieta asked.

“Don’t look at me, I wasn’t involved in the planning of any of this,” Alma answered.

The triplets walked to the front of the courtyard to see three empty seats with papers on them that each say “RESERVED FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOY/GIRL” on them. They removed the papers and sat down in the seats. Felix and Agustin walked from the cake table and found their seats next to their wives.

“Do you like what we planned?” Felix asked.

“You planned this?” Pepa asked.

“We just planned to have Casita smell like a birthday cake. The kids planned everything else,” Agustin explained.

“We love it; we know we’re truly home when we’re with you,” said Julieta.

[justanisabelakinnie]

November 11

Aka my birthday fic for Felix! Dolores wants to make the best possible cake for Felix, with…mixed results. Enjoy!

“Camilo, don’t eat the frosting!” Dolores hissed. 

Camilo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Whyyyy? I just like how it tastes!” he complained as he licked each white frosted finger. 

“You’re disgusting,” Dolores hip bumped him aside. “Hands off my cake.” She continued beating the eggs and letting the yolk fall into the bowl. “Now all I need is the flour.” 

Camilo reached for the flour with his free hand, Dolores taking it. 

“You’re no fun,” Camilo huffed, glaring at her. 

“No, I’m loads of fun, actually,” Dolores protested. “I can be silly too.” She remembered the time she and Antonio were coloring on Camilo’s face as he slept, or the time when she and Mirabel humbled him and Isabela in a pranking contest that lasted weeks. “But unlike you, I know when to be serious.” 

“I can be serious,” Camilo said as he continued eating the frosting. 

Dolores snorted, pouring a cup of milk into the bowl. 

“No, I’m being for real right now. Dolores, look at me. I can be serious.” 

Dolores rolled her eyes and ignored him as she stirred. 

“You’re not looking.” 

Dolores sighed, looking at her baby brother, whose face was forced into a grim frown. 

Dolores blinked at him. “Oh my gosh, Camilo, you’re totally right,” she said sarcastically. “You’re being serious.” 

But that seriousness didn’t last long, as the two siblings burst into laughter, Camilo gripping the edge of the counter for stability, Dolores bending down to the floor as she gripped the bowl and— 

Wait, the bowl? 

Unfortunately, Dolores gripped the bowl as she was falling over laughing even though she meant to grip the counter, and it came tumbling over as she collapsed to the floor in a fit of giddy hysterics. The contents of the would-have-been cake spilling onto her head, dousing her once radiant curls, face, and blouse as she sat on the floor and her laughter ceased. 

Camilo paused, and stared at his sister. 

Dolores lifted her arms and made sure to keep them a good distance away from her body as she shook the disgusting mixture off of her skin, it splattering on the floors and cupboards. Struggling to open her eyes, she felt Camilo pry a tissue into her hands. She grabbed them and began wiping furiously at her eyes until she could see again, but the tissue was barely usable enough to wipe her whole face by the time she was done. 

She felt utterly crushed. Her cake, the birthday cake she had been making for her Papi, was all ruined. And now she’d have to start all over. 

It wasn’t long before she felt tears streaming from her eyes, as she hiccuped and croaked in agony, disgusted with herself as the salty rivers mixed in with the cake mix. 

Camilo didn’t know what to say. 

Dolores could hear her brother bending down to where she was sitting, perching in front of her on his knees as she felt his hands place themselves on her shoulders. 

“Princesa,” he said softly, uttering her pet name. 

“What?” Dolores demanded fiercely. 

“Hey, it’s okay, hermana. The good news is…” 

Dolores listened, waiting for him to say something uplifting. 

And then he began licking the cake mixture off of her face. 

Dolores’ eyes widened in disgust. 

“At least you taste good!” Camilo licked his lips and giggled before leaning in again, but Dolores wasn’t having it. She slapped him across the face with her palm before recoiling in disgust. 

“What the hell, hermanito?” Dolores roared. “The cake was ruined and it’s all your fault!” 

Camilo’s smile faded the instant he was slapped by Dolores. Still clutching his pinkened cheek, he stared up at her with widened, sad eyes. “My fault?” He said, a genuinely grim frown overtaking his boyish features this time. “But how is it—“ 

“Because, dumbass, you were fooling around while I was trying to be serious! I just wanted to make a cake for Papi that I knew he would enjoy, because he’s a total sweet tooth! Everybody knows that! But you had to go and keep up the jester attitude and couldn’t just focus on the damn cake! And then you tried eating it off my face regardless? How am I supposed to be happy?” 

“But Lola,” Camilo sobbed. “I—“ 

“Shut. Up.” 

Camilo felt tears of his own trickling down, for more reasons than one. 

“I’m done.” Dolores stomped off. “I’m taking a shower and then I’m going to my room. I’m done.” 

Dolores wasn’t done of course. She was still going to bake something for Felix, perhaps cupcakes instead of a cake? She just wasn’t going to tell Camilo or let him be in on it. 

“Lola, I’m sorry—“ 

“I said I’m DONE!” 

Camilo froze, watching Dolores storm upstairs, and sighed. 

Mirabel walked out of the bathroom to see Dolores standing there, drenched in a sticky, soft substance. “Woah, prima, are you okay? You look like you got into a fight with a pastry and lost.” 

“I’m fine, move.” Dolores shoved Mirabel aside and slammed the bathroom door. 

“Huh. Oh. All right. Rude.” 

Mirabel walked downstairs to see Camilo cleaning up the kitchen, the messy substance all over the floor, counter, sink, and cupboards looking exactly like what Dolores was covered in. Camilo placed an indigo bowl that was rolling on its side into the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet before wiping the rest of the counter clean. 

He was crying. 

“Camilo?” Mirabel said tentatively. She couldn’t stand to hear another sniffle. 

Camilo wiped his eyes and mouth with a napkin, ignoring his cool-colored cousin. 

“Camilo, are you okay?” Mirabel asked again, trying to get his attention. 

“I’m fine.” Camilo said, turning off the faucet and washing the bowl. 

“You don’t wanna talk about it or anything?” Mirabel tilted her head. “What happened with you and Dolores?” 

“It’s none of your business,” Camilo curtly replied. 

Mirabel crossed her arms. “If you did something to upset her—“ 

Camilo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Of course you take Dolores’ side without even knowing the situation. After all, I’m just a silly little clown who messes everything up, aren’t I Mirab—“ 

“But you did, didn’t you?” 

Freeze. Then Camilo sighed. “Y-yes. And so what?” 

“What happened?” Mirabel asked. 

“We were making a cake for Papi’s birthday. Well, she was making it. I was goofing off like an idiot until I made her spill it.” 

Mirabel chuckled. “Aww, I’m sorry about that, primo. Want me to help you make a new cake?” 

“Hmmm. Can you bake?” 

“Not a bit.” 

“Neither can I.” 

Mirabel sighed. 

“Well anyway I’m going to my room. Goodnight.” 

“You’re taking a nap?” Mirabel asked. 

“Why not?” Camilo said, patting Mirabel on the shoulder. “G’bye.” 

Mirabel shrugged as she watched Camilo strut off to his room. 

🧡

A few hours later, Mariano made his way over to Casita. He had been cleaning his room when he came across a sketchbook that clearly wasn’t his. Recognizing it as Camilo’s based on the art style, he was intent on giving it back to him. 

He walked up the door to Casita, but didn’t even get the chance to knock on the door or ring the doorbell before the door swung open, the tiles clattering in welcome. 

“Hola Casita,” Mariano said, waving with a smile as was tradition to do when entering the sentient house. 

He walked up the stairs to Camilo’s bedroom and knocked on the door. Flipping through the pages, he was indeed impressed at how good Camilo’s artwork was. 

The door opened, and Mariano stepped in, but quickly realized that Camilo hadn’t opened the door but that Casita had done it herself. 

He shuddered. He wasn’t scared of the house by any means, but it was going to take some time to get used to. 

He walked through the multicolored room covered in mirrors until he got to Camilo’s bedside. He saw the boy lying down on his stomach, clutching a blue pillow as he buried his face in it, his breathing soft yet ragged. 

Mariano knew not to trouble him just then, but he did so anyway. 

“Camilo?” He asked tentatively. 

Camilo’s entire body jerked up in shock as his head sprang up, and he placed a hand to his chest. 

“Mariano?” He breathed. “Oh. Hey. Wassup.” He wiped his eyes with his fingers, and Mariano realized he had been crying. “Did you come to see Dolores?” He twirled, shapeshifting into Dolores in a millisecond, and made kissy faces at Mariano while clasping his hands together. 

Mariano’s unnerved face was all Camilo needed to come back to reality. He turned back into himself. “I was just kidding man, chill out.” He laughed weakly. “I have a girlfriend, anyway.” 

“Oh, you do?” Mariano asked. 

Camilo didn’t answer, as he noticed what was in Mariano’s hands. He quickly reached and grabbed it, snatching it angrily and clutching it tightly to his chest like it was helping him to breathe. 

“Why do you have this?!” He freaked out. 

Mariano raised two hands in the air in defense. “Relax. I was only returning it to you. You left it at my house.” 

“Oh.” Camilo said. 

Mariano sat down on the bed. Camilo didn’t invite him to do so, but nonetheless he didn’t make him get up. 

“Your artwork is very nice by the way.” Mariano chuckled. “I couldn’t even begin to draw that way when I was your age. I still can’t. You have a talent, chico. Don’t let it go to waste.” 

“You mean…you looked? Without my permission?” Camilo demanded angrily. 

Mariano blinked and turned to him. “Was I not supposed to?” 

“No! If you want to look next time, you gotta ask first, man! Sheesh. This is why I don’t show anybody anything. Just because I can draw doesn’t mean I want to make a career out of it, y’know? I draw because it’s fun, that’s it. The last thing I want to do is make money from it because then it becomes all about the money and not about doing what I love. I have much better things to do with my life anyway.” 

“Like?” 

“Like none of your business.” Camilo flopped down to lie on his back, hands under his pillow. “Anyway, did you really come to see me or did you just want to see Dolores?” 

“I—“ 

“Because if so she’s already asleep.” 

“Oh. Well, since I’m here, I guess I can talk to you.” Mariano paused, looking at the book which was resting on Camilo’s stomach, moving with each inhale and exhale. “Can I see your artwork, ¿por favor?” 

“No.” 

“Oh, well, that’s okay. I respect that. So, why were you crying?” 

Camilo was silent for a long time, eyes staring at the ceiling. 

“Cami—“ 

Camilo shoved the book in his hands. “Sure, actually.” 

Mariano turned his head down towards the book, then back to Camilo, who rolled his eyes and gestured towards the book with his head. 

“What, do you, do you want me to take it back?” He stretched up from his position lying face up and reached with his right arm for the book, but Mariano held it out of his grasp. 

“No, I…I want to see what’s in it.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

Mariano took a deep breath, then flipped through the pages of the book. He was rather impressed with what he saw in it. Although he was aware of Camilo’s eyes being fixated on him, he didn’t allow himself to become too tense as he admired each and every human portrait. Camilo didn’t just draw his family and friends, but random people he saw walking about in the Encanto as well. 

“Wow, you sure do draw your sister a lot.” Mariano smiled, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the loveliest portrait of Dolores smiling and eating an arepa he had ever seen. “As well as you and her.” 

“She’s not the only person I draw, but yeah.” Camilo nodded. “I draw her a lot because she’s pretty and I love her.” 

Mariano nodded. “I agree.” 

“Of course you do,” Camilo yawned and rolled his head to the side, as well as his eyes, as Mariano continued to look through the book. He chuckled as he saw a picture of Mirabel with her arms wrapped around Camilo’s neck, biting his ear as said older cousin winced, and flipped to see a drawing of— 

Him. 

One of him smiling a dashing, bedazzling grin as hearts were scribbled around his head. 

He paused awkwardly. 

Camilo sensed his tenseness and instantly sprang up, seeing the picture. “Th-that was then!” He stuttered, squeaking. “I—I’m over…that…now! Like I said, I have a girlfriend! And I’m happy with her! Hm!” 

“Okay.” Mariano pretended that little…scenario…never happened as he continued to look through the pictures. One was of Isabela sleeping. “Did you actually draw this when she was asleep?” He asked. 

“Huh? Oh yeah. She looked so peaceful and happy. I had to capture it. I thought she would kill me when she found it, but she was very happy, actually, and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Heh. Which was kind of embarrassing, actually.” 

“I see,” Mariano said as he continued combing through the pictures. “Oh! And is this your girlfriend?” He asked, gesturing to a picture of a cute young Black girl with her hair in a low puff, and who was sitting sideways on the floor, smiling. 

“Uh…” Camilo blushed, heat rising around his collar as he tugged it. “Y-yeah. Her name’s Emiliana.” 

“Oh? Well, she is quite lovely.” 

Camilo giggled sheepishly. “I know right, she is, I’m so lucky!” 

Mariano smiled at Camilo, who blushed and flipped his ruana to cover his face, and went right on looking. “Wow. You draw her a lot. Something tells me you really do love her.” 

Camilo smiled. “Of course I do! I wouldn’t be dating her if I wasn’t utterly in love with her. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me in a good long while. You know, on our last date, we…” 

Camilo continued to ramble on about him and his wonderful girlfriend, Mariano pretending to listen by nodding along as he continued looking at the artwork. One had Pepa and Felix holding hands with a younger Camilo in the middle of them. Another had two random kids from Camilo’s school, another had Julieta handing Dolores a pandebono. Another had Emiliana and Mirabel. 

But the last picture was the one Mariano liked the most. A picture of Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio, each sitting behind the other. Camilo was styling Antonio’s hair in cornrows, Dolores doing the same to Camilo’s own hair. 

It made Mariano smile and wipe the tears from his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he did such things with his siblings. 

Camilo noticed his tearing up and sat up.“Huh…yeah, we do that a lot. You know, after we were done, I gave Dolores cornrows myself. Since after all there’s only three of us.” He awkwardly took the sketchbook from Mariano. “Aaaanyway, that’s enough of my show-stopping talent for today.” 

Mariano nodded. 

“What, are you crying? Duuuude,” Camilo giggled and bumped the man with his shoulder playfully. “There’s no need for the waterworks, bro. I’m proud of my artwork too.” 

“It’s not that, it’s…my siblings don’t…they don’t like me.” 

“Huh, how come? I mean, you’re a totally awesome guy!” 

“You think so?” 

“Well yeah, tonto! Except when you’re insecure about yourself, like you’re doing right now!” 

“Thanks, chico. But…lately my sisters and brother and I haven’t been on good terms lately the way we used to. I’m not really comfortable going into how and why this happened, but…nowadays it’s like I barely even know them anymore. And that’s part of the reason I moved out too, because literally nobody in my family wants anything to do with me except for my little sister who begged to come along, she’s my best friend, and also because my Abuela really needs someone to take care of her. So seeing you be close with your sister and brother despite the large age gap makes me so happy.” He ruffled Camilo’s hair as if Camilo were his own little brother, making him grin. “Please never, ever lose that.” 

“Awww, thanks,” Camilo smiled. “But I’m afraid I’ve already lost that.” 

“What do you mean?” Mariano asked. 

“Well…” Camilo bowed his head to the ground, staring into his lap. “We were going to make a cake for my dad’s birthday, hmm? And I didn’t really take it seriously and I spilled the cake mixture all over her and it’s all my fault.” 

“Hey, chin up, chico!” Mariano said, lightly patting his shoulder. “It’s just a tiny mistake. You can always make the cake again. Just take it seriously this time!” 

“But she said she’s done. She doesn’t want to make the cake anymore.” Camilo’s emerald green eyes glistened with tears that stung to the bottom of his eyelids and dampened his lashes. “That’s..that’s why I was crying earlier. I feel like such a disappointment, like I’m a terrible little brother. I should have helped princesa with the cake and not tried to mess everything up with those stupid jokes of mine. And now she’s mad at me. I wanna say sorry but…she won’t talk to me. And now she’s asleep.” 

Mariano gazed down at the young teen sympathetically. And that’s when he had an idea. 

“Hey,” he stood up and took Camilo’s hand. “How about you and I make a cake for your Papa? If you’re still up to it, that is. Maybe that can make up for you failing to help Dolores. While still having something for your Papa to enjoy on his birthday? That sounds like a good idea, no?” 

Camilo paused and thought about it. “I…I guess so. Sure!” 

“Great!” The two males exited Camilo’s room and shut the door behind them. 

“But we should go to your house,” Camilo said. “Because Dolores is gonna wake up any minute, now.” 

“Oh really?” Mariano asked. “How do you know?” He grinned. “Do you have super hearing?” 

“Oh no. I’m just her brother. That’s all.” 

Mariano chuckled, nodded, and then the two left.

🧡

Just as they were closing the door to Casita behind them, Dolores did wake up. 

She yawned before slipping out of bed and walking up to her vanity. Frowning at her reflection, she noticed that her hair was messed up. She had to fix that. And not to mention she wanted to do her makeup too. 

About half an hour later, she left her room to go brush her teeth and use the bathroom. Throughout all of this, there was something that she had forgotten to do, but she wasn’t sure what. 

It was only when she was absentmindedly heading downstairs that she remembered. She was going to bake something for Papa’s birthday! 

Hopefully Camilo wasn’t going to interrupt her plans. 

She got downstairs to the kitchen, which had been miraculously cleaned up and polished, with all evidence of her and Camilo’s earlier baking accident completely nonexistent. She guessed someone else must have come across the disaster in the kitchen and cleaned it up because they wanted to use the kitchen too. After all, it wasn’t like Camilo to fix what he left behind. 

“Yes!” Dolores said to herself, hurrying to get the mixing bowl, milk, eggs, white sugar, and baking powder out of the various cupboards. “This is the perfect opportunity to—“ she hiccuped. 

Crap. Dolores hated when she got the hiccups. Once that happened, it always took forever for them to go away. 

She poured herself a glass of water, and downed it all in one gulp. 

“Anyway. This is the perfect opportunity to bake something that I know Papa will enjoy!” 

She took out Julieta’s cookbook and flipped through the pages. 

“Hmmm. I think I’ll make tres leches cake. Yeah. Papa will enjoy that!” 

She preheated the oven to 175 degrees Celsius, then took out a 10-by-15 baking dish and began greasing it. Now she was ready. 

Beating the egg whites into a bowl, Dolores was happy to make this delicious cake for Papa. She was especially glad that Camilo wasn’t here to “help” her and ruin the whole thing. She was, in fact, so focused on the cake that she didn’t even know where Camilo was. She guessed he was in his room, wallowing in his misery and the fact that he wasn’t able to take anything seriously(not that that was her problem). But if she had actually listened, she would know that Camilo was at Mariano’s house and was currently taking baking a cake with him very, very seriously. 

It wasn’t long before Mirabel came into the room. “Hey, prima. What’s up?” 

Dolores didn’t acknowledge Mirabel at first, adding vanilla extract to the mixing bowl as her head stretched to look at the recipe dictated in her Tia’s cookbook, muttering and mumbling something to herself. She was so lost in focusing that she didn’t even notice her cousin was there. Mirabel almost wondered if Dolores even heard her. 

“Mmm…I should add more flower.” 

Mirabel walked over to her prima daintily and tapped her on the shoulder. 

“Go away Camilo. I don’t want to deal with you today.” 

“I’m not Camilo.” 

Dolores turned around to look at Mirabel. “You sure?” 

“I’m sure.” 

Dolores tuned in to listen to Camilo, who was entering Mariano’s house. “Oh.” 

“So you’re making a cake?” Mirabel peered over Dolores’ shoulder. 

“Yes,” Dolores said, moving so that Mirabel couldn’t see. “By myself. I’m not having Camilo help me because the last time he tried to help he ruined it. So if you don’t mind…” 

“Why can’t I help?” Mirabel frowned. 

“Because I can’t risk any more freak accidents,” Dolores stated flatly. 

“I won’t let that happen!” 

Dolores rolled her eyes as she stirred the bowl, tasted some of the cake batter, then frowned and went back to the fridge. “Needs more milk.” She took milk out of the fridge and poured some into the bowl. 

Mirabel, for some reason, continued on talking. “Please, I promise I won’t mess up! I’m not like your brother. I’m not accident-prone and I won’t mess everything up! I just wanna help!” 

Dolores sighed. “Ugh. Fine. But you must follow my every instruction to a T. Got it?” 

“Of course Dolores!” Mirabel perked up, beaming. 

“Great!” Dolores gestured with her hand for Mirabel to step over to the kitchen counter, which she did. 

Meanwhile, Mariano had invited Camilo into his house. The two were in the kitchen, ready to cook something for Felix. 

“So, what shall we bake?” Mariano asked. 

Camilo pondered, flipping through the cookbook that Mariano has provided for him. 

“Ooh!” Mariano stopped Camilo from flipping to point at a recipe for brazo de reina. “We could make that—“ 

“Can’t eat fruits.” 

“Oh. Sorry.” 

“It’s okay, man. Look, how about we make Enyucado?” 

“Enyucado? I’ve never had that…” 

“Well, of course you haven’t,” Camilo snorted in condescension. “It’s something mi Abuela on my father’s side used to make him and his siblings, and is from the Caribbean region.” Placing the book to lean upright against the back part of the counter, clearly Camilo was insistent on making this, not accepting disagreement from the older man. “Dolores and I had it all the time when we were kids and it was delicious! But I stopped because I kept getting it stuck in my teeth and it made me cry.” 

“Wait, but what about the coconuts and guava jam? Aren’t those in the ingredients?” 

Camilo blinked, then shrugged. “I guess we’re just going to have to make it without them, I guess.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah bro, I’ve been eating it like that for years.” The younger boy glanced up at his sister’s fiancé in disbelief. “Wait, have you really never eaten this before?” 

Mariano shook his head. 

“Shut up.” 

Mariano shrugged awkwardly. 

“Shut UP!” Camilo’s eyes glistened as he was on the verge of laughter. 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“Well, anyway, you’re really missing out. So let’s start making it now!” 

Mariano nodded. 

🧡

Dolores opened the oven to take out the cake. “It’s ready Mira.” 

Mira placed her cards down—she was so close to winning!—and sprang up to join Dolores in the kitchen. 

“Is it good?” 

“Only one way to find out!” Dolores took a toothpick and stuck it into the cake. Taking it out, she was relieved to see that the cake was indeed baked properly. 

“Awesome!” Dolores celebrated. “Now all we have to do is wait fifteen minutes before we get to the best part, which is pouring the milk on the cake. 

Mirabel giggled. “I can’t wait!” 

Fifteen minutes later, the girls had mixed the cream, sweetened condensed milk, and evaporated milk and poured them onto the cake. They then added the whipped cream and cinnamon frosting. 

“And now we’re all done,” Dolores finally stated, as she refrigerated the cake. “Wow. That was a lot of fun!” 

“It was!” Mirabel squeaked. “See, I told you I could help you make the perfect cake for Tío! He’ll be so surprised, I just know he’ll enjoy it, and Mami will too!” 

“I know, mi prima, I know.” Dolores reached out to give Mirabel a hug, which she reciprocated. “I’m sorry I assumed you wouldn’t be of any help. I shouldn’t have judged you. Without you, I wouldn’t have made the cake as quickly, and it sure wouldn’t have been as fun either. Some things are best done in a team! And a team in which both partners care about the outcomes too!” She kissed Mirabel softly on the forehead. “Thank you for helping me make the cake, I couldn’t be more appreciative.” 

“You’re wel—“ 

“Cake? What cake?” 

The girls froze and looked up. Dolores gulped. Standing right before the two cousins…was their father and uncle. 

“Oh, hey Papa!” Dolores stammered. “What’s up?” 

“Oh, I just wanted to talk to my lovely princesas!” Felix walked up to stand between them and wrapped an arm around both girls. “Is that such a bad thing?” 

“No, not at all!” Mirabel said, shaking in her boots. They had to take out the cake in an hour so that they could properly wrap it in aluminum foil, but they couldn’t do that with Felix there… 

“So, what are you girls making?” Felix asked. “I hear you two made cake! I sure do love a good slice of cake! Can I have some?” He turned to Dolores, grinning and leering closer mischievously. “Hmm?” 

“Oh, I’d love to, Papa, but umm, me and Mirabel already had the last slice.” 

“Oh, I see.” Felix removed his arms from around his daughter’s and niece’s waists. “Well, that’s a bummer. I suppose I have to wait till my birthday then.” 

This was where Dolores and Mirabel started to panic. “B-b-b—“ 

Felix frowned, looking sad. “Aww, don’t tell me you forgot my birthday, chicas.” 

“Oh no, Tío, we didn’t!” It’s just that—“ 

“It’s just that what?” Felix asked them, looking as disappointed as ever. 

Dolores was on the verge of tears. She knew she had to keep this a surprise, but how could she say no to her father’s adorable sad eyes? She almost wanted to comfort him by letting him have a peek of some of the cake. Or even a tiny slice. But then that would ruin the surprise for when his actual birthday arrived. But leaving Felix alone felt equally guilty. 

Mirabel was still trying to come up with a solution. “Well…” 

“Papa!” That’s when the door opened. 

“Yes, mijo?” Felix asked, Camilo running around the kitchen to join his papa on the other side. 

Camilo wrapped Felix in a hug, then took him by the shoulders and bounced up and down. “Oh, papa papa papa, you won’t believe it! So I was at the store today, right? And I was going through the clothing isles, and I saw—“ he paused to take a deep breath, his fingers fluttering about as he grinned In ecstasy, tears stinging around his eyes as he fanned himself. “I saw the cutest ruana I ever laid my eyes on!!! And I wanted to buy it so badly, but I didn’t have enough pesos. It’s even orange, just like the shirt you wear, Pa!” 

“Really?” Felix asked, raising an eyebrow as he grinned. 

“Really! Yes! And it reminded me of you, so I begged the shopkeeper to keep it on hold for me while I ran to get my dad, and it’s the last one in stock too so this is a really big deal! So can you please buy it for me?” 

Felix looked at the girls, who were confused but quickly nodded their heads. 

“Oh, all right, son. You seem to be the only one who wants to spend time with me, lately.” 

“Yay!” Camilo beamed, grabbed Felix’s hand, and ran away. “Then let’s go now! Because he said that if I’m not back in twenty minutes sharp he’s gonna give the ruana to the boy who was behind me in line.” 

“Oh, that can’t be good,” Felix said. 

They went out the door, Camilo winking at his sister and cousin before closing it behind them. 

And Mirabel and Dolores were nonetheless stunned. 

“Did he just…help us?” Mirabel asked. 

“Seems like it.” Dolores was frozen in shock. Finally breaking out of her catatonic state, she shook her head violently. “Ah well, he probably has some ulterior motives, you know how it is.” 

🧡

Felix walked at a quick pace behind his son who was running and panting. “Wait for me, Camilo, your father’s turning 52, his old bones don’t work like they used to.” 

“Come on, Papa, don’t be a dinosaur,” Camilo retorted. “I really want that ruana!” 

“I can tell,” Felix said. 

When they finally got to the store, Felix noticed that Camilo was sweating bullets, and not the kind that come from overexerting yourself.  

“Camilo?” Felix asked. “Are you okay?” 

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah.” Camilo gulped, wondering how he was going to get out of this lie. 

“Where’s the ruana you want?” Felix asked. 

“I-I don’t remember, I have to go find it.” 

“Okay, take your time. I’ll wait here while you go search.” Felix waited at the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed. 

Camilo nodded awkwardly and went into the clothing isle. But all he saw were…dresses? Whoops. Never mind. He was in the women’s clothing aisle. He went to the men’s clothing aisle. 

Secretly he had lied to his father about a ruana that didn’t exist. Both so that he could cover for Mirabel and Dolores and so that his father wouldn’t know he was at Mariano’s house also baking a cake that was for his birthday. What was he to do? 

All the ruanas he saw were pink, yellow, green, brown, blue, purple, and red. Not a single orange one. And he already had a yellow ruana, and he didn’t want to look like Bruno. 

He walked out of the aisle sadly, ready to tell his father that the ruana had already been bought by someone else, and that was when he saw it. 

The orange ruana. 

Camilo almost choked up when he saw it. Sure, he had lied. But fate decided to show him mercy and he was glad it did. Because that was the most beautiful ruana he had ever seen. The texture, the patterns, the size, the warmth, it was too good to be true. He had to get his hands on it. Now. 

But he was out of luck. Because the glorious, perfect ruana was already being held by someone else. Only it wasn’t a boy like Camilo had randomly claimed. 

It was a girl. Yamilet Gonzalez. Aka one of Camilo’s friends, and Mirabel’s girlfriend. 

Yamilet blinked when she saw him. “O-oh, hey Camilo, what’s up?” 

“Hi, Yamilet. Mind if I…have this?” He started to awkwardly pull the ruana out of her hands. But Yamilet pulled it away from him. 

“N-no, sorry Camilo, b-but I’m buying this ruana already. In fact, I’m…I’m about to do so now. S-so if you don’t mind.” 

“NO!” Camilo roared. 

Yamilet blinked. Her girlfriends cousin was acting a little bit…off…today. “Excuse me?” She asked. 

“That’s mine!” Camilo noticed Felix walking over to Yamilet and him and, in a panic, reached for the ruana, attempting to tug it from Yamilet’s arms. “Yami, please, just give it to me! If you were really my friend, you’d realize that this is important to me! Just…” 

“B-but Camilo, I want it, I saw it f-first, why can’t you just let me have it!” 

“You did NOT see it first, I did!” 

“No you did n-not! You did not!” Yamilet wrestled Camilo’s clawing fingers away. “The-there are so many other ruanas in this store that you can buy. Why can’t you just let me h-ha-have this one?” 

Felix walked up to the squabbling pair. “Is everything okay?” 

“No, everything is not okay!” Camilo said. “I really want that ruana but Yamilet won’t give it to me!” 

“But I saw it first.” 

“Wait,” Felix said to Camilo. “Camilo, before we left, you said that the shopkeeper agreed to let you leave the store, come back, and buy the ruana. So how come Yamilet has it? Did you tell the truth?” 

“Yes I did!” Camilo basically sobbed. 

Yamilet rolled her eyes. 

“Okay, then, go ask the shopkeeper.” 

Camilo gulped, but did as he was told. As he made his way towards the register with shaking legs, Felix turned his attention towards Yamilet. “I’m so sorry about my son, he can get a little wild sometimes.” 

“Oh, tell me about it,” Yamilet said. “Mirabel told me all about the time when he—never mind. Anyway, I really want to buy this ruana because—“ 

“What? But—“ Camilo became flustered. “You said I could come back and buy it.” 

“I never told you that, even once.” The shopkeeper shook her head. “This is your fist time coming to the store today, Camilo.” 

Camilo paused, and turned to his father and Yamilet. Neither looked pleased. 

“Hold on, I thought you said that the shopkeeper was a man.” 

“You’re probably in the wrong shop,” Yamilet said. 

Camilo glared at Yamilet. “Yami, if you don’t give me the ruana, I’m gonna tell Mirabel to break up with you.” 

Yamilet just laughed at that. Then walked up to the cash register. 

“Let’s go home, Camilo,” Felix said, but Camilo refused. 

“Fine!” He sassed towards Yamilet in a mocking manner, Yamilet pretending not to listen. “That ruana won’t even look good on you! I mean, it’s orange, after all. And everybody knows that orange doesn’t go well with purple! So you’re the one who’s gonna look like an idiot!” 

“Camilo, that’s enough, let’s go!” 

That’s when Yamilet turned around. “Huh? It’s not even for me…it’s for my sister’s boyfriend.” 

Camilo paused. “What?” 

Yamilet sighed. “H-his birthday is in two days and I still d-don’t have a gift, but I know he-he’d like…this. So I came to buy it for h-him. I mean, it’s not like I have any oth-other options…” 

Felix turned to look at Camilo disapprovingly. Camilo walked up to Yamilet and wrapped her in a hug. “Yamilet, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” 

“I know.” 

“Do you believe me? Do you believe me when I say I’m sorry?”  

“Yeah.” 

“Okay. Please…I’m really sorry. Buy the ruana. But all the ruanas you want. Make your sister’s boyfriend proud. I’ll…I’ll live.” He sniffled. “I am so sorry about my outburst, Yamilet. I was just very scared and lashed out because…” he whispered something into Yamilet’s ear that Felix couldn’t hear. “But that’s no excuse for my actions. Please promise you’ll forgive me. Promise!” 

“I promise.” 

Camilo smiled, crying tears of joy. 

“And if it makes you feel better, I can help you buy another ruana next time!” 

“That would be nice.” 

The shopkeeper cleared her throat. “Umm, excuse me, señorita, but are you still going to make an order?” 

“Oh of course!”

🧡

“Come on, Mama,” Mirabel said as she and Dolores led Julieta into the kitchen and showed her the cake. “You’ve gotta see the cake that me and Dolores made. You’re gonna love it!” 

“Okay!” Julieta said as she found her way into the kitchen. 

“Since you’re such a good baker, Tia, I decided to try my hand at it as well. And Mirabel offered to help me, and together we made torta de tres leches. Since Papa is out I would love for you to take a look and see if it’s good.” 

Dolores and Mirabel took out the cake, showing it to Julieta.  

Julieta examined the cake. 

“Do you think she will like it?” Dolores whispered to Mirabel, while Mirabel only shrugged. 

Fortunately, Julieta gave her a thumbs up. “It looks all right to me!” 

“Yay!” Mirabel and Dolores cheered as they clapped and embraced each other in a hug. 

“This is gonna be the best birthday surprise ever!” Dolores cheered. 

“Yeah, Tío isn’t expecting us to make the cake for him. He’ll probably think Mami made it or something. 

“Yeah!” Dolores turned to her Tia. “Oh. Thanks Tia Julieta,” she said as she put the cake back in the fridge. 

“No problem.” 

It was just as Julieta walked away that Felix and Camilo came in through the front door. 

“Oh, chicas, you’re still here?” Felix asked. 

“Y-yes,” they responded in unison. 

“Did you get the ruana?” Mirabel quickly made an effort to change the subject. 

Felix sighed. “Sadly, no,” he said, feeling at his hair. 

“Your girlfriend got it before I did,” Camilo said. “She said it was for her brother. Or her sister’s boyfriend. Whatever. So I let her have it because, you know.” He shrugged. 

“Wait,” Dolores remembered something. “Didn’t you cause a fit in the store because she wouldn’t give the ruana to you?! And also say that you were gonna tell Mirabel to break up with her if she didn’t?” 

“HE WHAT?!” Mirabel roared. 

Camilo turned pale, “B-but I apologized, I, Mira, hey! What’s going on, querida?” 

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT!” Mirabel hollered at Camilo. “YOU SAID WHAT TO MY GIRLFRIEND?!” 

Mirabel chased Camilo around the house. “I’m sorry!” He cried out. 

“SORRY ISN’T ENOUGH!” Mirabel seethed. 

Dolores smiled and watched an angry Mirabel chase a screaming Camilo out of Casita. Chuckling to herself, she went back upstairs to her room to wrap her gift for Felix. 

🧡

At last, it was Felix’s birthday, and Dolores was more than excited. She could hardly wait for everyone to try her and Mirabel’s cake, and most of all, Felix! 

Unlike most days, Dolores was the first to jump out of bed and get ready, running trough the halls and knocking on everyone’s doors, telling them quietly, “Get up everyone, it’s Papi’s birthday!” 

Mirabel was the first to get up. “He’s gonna try our cake and he’s gonna love it!” 

“I know, right?” Dolores squeaked. 

Pepa woke up next. “Morning, mijas!” she said, wrapping Dolores and Mirabel in a hug and a kiss and ruffling Mirabel’s hair. “Today’s a very special day, is it not?” 

“Of course, Mami!” Pepa said. “Today is Felix’s birthday!!” 

“Oh, it is! You remembered!” Pepa joked with a giggle. “Well, we’d better hurry up and get the rest of the familia!” 

And so they did, hurrying downstairs and setting the table, the rest of the family coming downstairs eventually, doing the same. 

“Is Tío coming down yet?” Isabela asked restlessly. 

“Almost!” Dolores told her prima-hermana. She listened for Felix, who was coming downstairs. “All right, now it’s time everyone!” They moved to stand in front of the stairway Felix was coming down from. “Here comes the birthday man!” 

It was then that Felix came down, yawning. “Huh, what’s everyone—“ 

“Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a tí, Feliz cumpleaños a Felix, feliz cumpleaños a tí! Que los cumpla feliz, que los vuelva a cumplir, que los siga cumpliendo, hasta el año tres mil!” 

“Happy birthday, Papa!” Dolores exclaimed, clapping and cheering with the rest of the family, who all looked as excited as ever! 

Felix looked surprised. “My my, you all have really done so much!” 

“And we’re just getting started!” Bruno said. “We hope you have a happy birthday, amigo!” 

Dolores and Mirabel ran up to Felix and gave him a big hug. Felix chuckled and hugged them back, kissing them both on the foreheads. 

Bruno hugged him next. “You’re 52 man, already! Pffft, making me feel so small. How’s it feel?” 

“I suppose I feel…a year older, and a year wiser.” 

Bruno laughed, Pepa giving Felix a hug and a kiss. “Happy birthday, el hombre mas guapo en el universo. I have a special birthday treat prepared for you tonight,” she uttered in a hushed seductive tone. Felix grinned and cleared his throat, while adjusting his collar, and everybody else laughed along, Dolores covering her face, Mirabel’s and Luisa’s mouths hanging wide open, Isabela squealing quietly as she covered her face with her hands and shook to and fro, and Camilo pretending to gag. Antonio didn’t know what was going on, but he laughed along anyway. 

Agustin have him a birthday hug. “You’re like a brother to me, do you know that?” 

“Likewise, hermano!” Felix said, hugging Agustin closely back, enough to even choke. 

“And we’ll always be grateful that you’re part of the family Madrigal,” Alma said, grinning widely from ear to ear at her son-in-law. 

“We sure will!” Bruno agreed. 

As they sat down to eat, Dolores of course sitting next to her father, Felix engaged in small talk with Agustin on the other side of him. While Dolores beamed with anticipation for the evening party. 

🧡

“And now it’s time for the cake!” Julieta announced. 

Everyone cheered, including Mariano, whom Dolores has graciously invited to the party. He was, after all, soon to be part of the family. It made sense to be there to celebrate his future father-in-law’s birthday. 

With an arm wrapped lovingly around his fiancée’s waist, he whispered to her “The cake you made? I’m sure it’s very good!” 

“I know it is!” Dolores hissed back. “But shhhh! Don’t tell him it was mine!” She placed a finger over his lip, and the young couple giggled. 

Tia Julieta placed the cake before Felix, who was seated in Abuela’s chair with the family around him  He blew out the candle, the family clapping and whooping as Pepa cupped her husband’s face in her hands, kissing him on the cheek, nose, forehead, and lips. A rainbow hovered over Dolores’ parents’ heads, before Pepa parted from him and allowed him to cut the cake. 

Everyone waited for him to take a bite. “Mmm! It’s good! So delicious!” 

Dolores bit her knuckle in glee, her and Mirabel exchanging an ecstatic glance. 

“Julieta, you have truly outdone yourself.”

“Agreed!” Isabela perked up obliviously. 

“Oh, I actually didn’t make this cake!” Julieta stated. “Though I’m glad you enjoy it, I simply cannot take the credit for someone else’s hard work!” 

It was silent in La Casa Madrigal. Even the floor tiles didn’t make a sound. 

Then a quiet giggle could be heard. Confused, everyone turned towards Dolores, the source of the girlish sound. 

“It was me Papa!” Dolores revealed. 

“And me, Tío!” Mirabel chirped. 

“Yeah!” Dolores and Mirabel wrapped an arm around each other as Dolores continued. “We made the cake! It’s what we were nervous to tell you! We just wanted to keep it a secret!” 

“Surprise!” The girls said simultaneously. 

Felix was elated, standing up to make his way towards the girls, he extended his arms as they too flounced towards him. “Come here, mis vidas!” The three formed a big bear hug! 

Camilo frowed, looking at Mariano, who shrugged, then at Felix. “Nice how you still made a cake anyway even though you said you were done trying to make one!” 

“I did, didn’t I?” Dolores shrugged. “Sorry about that, chiquito.” 

“Oh, I should have seen this coming. Thank you, my beautiful girls!” Felix wiped a tear from his eye. 

“You’re welcome, Papa/Tío!” Dolores and Mirabel said simultaneously. 

“Come, come!” Felix ushered the two towards the head of the table. “You girls get to be the first to have slices!” 

Dolores and Mirabel were elated, as Felix cut slices for each of them. 

He were right. It was good. 

“Wow, we did a really good job, Mira!” Dolores said, holding up her palm. 

“Indeed we did!” Mirabel said, high-fiving Dolores back. 

While all this was happening, Camilo was shoving Mariano into the kitchen. 

“What are we gonna do?” Camilo asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s just, I just realized I didn’t exactly think this through. The last thing I wanted was to try to show Dolores up, and now we have TWO cakes!” 

“Two cakes are better than one, no?” Mariano whispered. “And it’s not like we have a choice. I’m sure he’ll love your cake just as much as he loves your sister and cousin’s one.” 

“Our cake, man,” Camilo corrected as he punched Mariano lightly in the shoulder. “Take some credit. And I guess you’re right. Come on, let’s get this cake out and show it to my dad.” 

The rest of the family, meanwhile, was delightedly enjoying Dolores and Mirabel’s cake. 

“This is so good!” Pepa beamed, sunshine radiating off of her face as she pulled Dolores in for a hug with her free hand. “I couldn’t be prouder of you. You too, chiquita!” She pulled away from Dolores to give the same physical display of affection to Mirabel. 

“I love it so much, too!” Agustin agreed. “You both have truly outdone yourselves. It’s as good as Julieta’s cakes!” 

This made the girls beam, as they turned to look at Julieta. Rather than being offended, the woman merely laughed in agreement. 

“I knew it would turn out excellent, didn’t I?” 

Luisa also enjoyed her slice, feeding some of it to Antonio, who was perched like a baby canary on her lap. Seeing Dolores looking at him, the brother and sister duo made eye contact as he gave her two thumbs up. 

And that’s when Camilo and Mariano came in, holding another cake. 

“We made a cake too!” Camilo announced. 

Dolores and Mirabel froze. They had not expected this turn of events, no, not even Dolores, with her super-hearing, had even bothered to listen to what Camilo was up to at Mariano’s house the same night she was making a cake with Mirabel. And how did they get the cake into Casita’s kitchen without anyone else noticing? She guessed it just have been the night before the celebration, when even she and her ears were asleep. But either way that didn’t make her any less irritated. 

“Awesome!” Julieta said, as the rest of the family, including Felix of course, paid attention to the second cake. 

“Mariano? You helped make this?” Felix asked. 

“I sure did, señor!” Mariano huffed with pride. 

Felix grinned. “That’s wonderful! I always knew you were a family man!” 

“And it’s Enyucado!” Camilo added. “Your favorite from when you were small!” 

“Oh, yes!” Camilo found himself buried in an avalanche of his father’s affections very quickly. “Mi chico guapo, you know me so well!” 

“I do.” 

Felix wrapped Mariano in a hug as well, not willing to let his contribution go unnoticed. “Thank you as well, Mariano!” 

“You’re welcome!” 

That’s when Dolores cleared her throat. “How nice of you to make Papa another cake behind my back after dramatically flunking the one we were going to make together.” 

Mirabel snorted. 

“Hey, it was Mariano’s idea!” Camilo said, pointing at him with both index fingers. “If you’re looking for someone to be wrongfully mad at, blame your future husband. And besides, you said you weren’t going to make another one. How was I supposed to know you were lying?” 

“Whatever, hermanito.” 

The two shot each other daggers across the table as Felix cut himself a slice and bit into it. 

It was now or never. 

Felix finally swallowed, and everyone awaited his decision with bated breath. 

Then he said. “Mmm! It’s delicious!” 

Camilo’s eyes lit up, as Dolores’ eyelid twitched. “Wow! Really? You think so?” 

“Of course, mi corazon! Great job, both of you. Here, have a slice!” He gave a smiling Camilo and Mariano two plates and cut them slices of the cake. 

Mariano winked at Dolores, Dolores forcing a smile back. 

Upon biting into his slice of the cake, Camilo beamed. “Wow, it really is good!” 

“Agreed,” Mariano murmured through a full mouth before clearing his throat and swallowing. “It’s delightful. I’m so glad we made this, Camilo.” 

Dolores disagreed. 

“Me too. Thanks, man!” Camilo said, giving Mariano a hip bump. “I really couldn’t have done this without you.” 

Mariano chuckled. Normally the sound of her love’s joy would make Dolores feel serene and content, but she was too distracted. 

“They can’t both be equally good, though. Papa, which one is better?” 

“Lola, it’s not a competition!” Camilo condescended, pretending to sound more mature. “Although…if I had to pick, it would be mine.” 

“Liar!” Dolores exclaimed. “There is no way your cake is better than the one mi primita and I made. Just accept it, Camilo!” 

“Well, I suppose your cake is…okay, at best. But ours is clearly better? Isn’t it, Mariano?” 

“Umm.” Mariano chose to stay out of this sibling squabble. And wisely so. 

Dolores chuckled darkly, without mirth. “Oh, so you think you can betray me and join forces with my boyfriend to make a cake that will be better than the one I made with Mirabel?! You got another thing coming, Camilo.” 

“Oh yeah, well—“ 

The two started bickering back and forth, the rest of the family watching the drama unfold, Mirabel shrinking away to go stand beside Isa. 

“ALL RIGHT!” 

Both kids fell silent when Felix spoke. 

Felix cleared his throat. “I’m being honest when I say this. And it’s my birthday, so let me be the judge. I think both your cakes are equally delicious. I promise you!” 

Dolores blinked. 

Camilo blinked. 

Then they went back to squabbling with each other. 

Felix sighed and rubbed his temple in irritation. He had had enough. 

“Children—“ Alma said, but for once, the two were too deep into their arguing back-and-forth to listen. 

“Did you even try each other’s cakes?” 

Dolores and Camilo both came to a screeching halt just then. 

Dolores awkwardly gulped. “Umm, no, Papi, we didn’t. Hm!” 

Felix rolled his eyes and chuckled, finding it hard to stay mad at his adorable princesa and chico guapo for long. “Well, here ya go.” He handed them each extra plates. “And that means you too, Mirabel and Mariano.” 

Mirabel and Mariano exchanged a glance before coming forward to also take slices of each other’s cakes. 

Dolores bit into the Enyucado. “It’s not that bad.” 

Camilo bit into the tres leches cake. “It’s edible, at least. That’s always a good thing.” 

Felix sighed. 

Mirabel, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. “Mmm! This brings back memories!” She swooned. “I remember when Camilo used to give me his leftover slice because he didn’t like it! It’s delicious. Great job, guys!” 

“Thanks, Mirabel!” Mariano said. “And I like how milky and sweet Your and Dolores’ cake is. Which is only to be expected, because its tres leches cake. But still. It’s very sweet and buttery and nice. You both truly outdid yourselves.” He grinned at Dolores, a sparkle in his eye. “It’s great. Really great!” 

Dolores blushed. “Thanks, Mariano!” 

“Yeah, Mariano, thanks!” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Felix raised an eyebrow at his eldest children. “Now, is there anything you two would like to say?” 

Dolores grumbled and rolled her eyes. “I love your cake too. It’s good. But only because Mariano helped make it.” 

“I love yours too, Dolores. But only because of Mirabel,” Camilo added. 

Felix sighed, realizing that was the best acknowledgment of each other’s talents that they were going to give. 

“All right then,” he said. “Back to the party!” 

The awkward yet amusing situation had finally passed, and the Madrigals spent the rest of the night giving Felix gifts, dancing, playing games, and just overall enjoying themselves. 

Dolores enjoyed herself too. But more importantly, she was glad that her father had enjoyed the cake she made for him. 

Mirabel waltzed up to her while the rest of the family was dancing, shimmying and lightly bumping their hip. “Hey,” she teased. “I guess it paid off in the end, huh? The whole first cake being ruined thing.” 

Dolores shrugged, staring into her glass of wine, but didn’t answer. 

“By the way, and I never got to tell you this before, but that was the funniest thing I had seen from you in a long time!” 

“Shut up!” Dolores snickered, giving Mirabel a light shove. 

“Hey,” Mirabel shoved back. “Don’t blame me, blame Camilo! Or maybe don’t, since now we have two cakes and they’re both equally good!” 

Dolores shrugged with a grin. “I guess you’re right.” 

“I know I am!” Mirabel beamed and waited for Dolores to finish her glass and set it aside. “Anyway, prima, you wanna dance?” 

Dolores pondered for a minute, then took Mirabel’s hand graciously. 

“I’d love to!” She agreed. 

The two girls giggled as they ran to the center of the floor with the rest of their family, dancing together and having fun. 

The End

[cloudly-moonlight]

We got all the Madrigal family birthdays.

To this day, we are still waiting on Alma Madrigal birthday.

[applesap-fics]

Day 17 - Miracle

G, 100 words, Alma

--

It was a little strange to have their mother go from making announcements at the head of the breakfast table every morning to quietly taking her seat with a polite, “hello everyone”. No fuss, just a little forlorn. Her children especially could tell.

She seemed a little aimless; they’d all undergone a few changes. Much of los Madrigal’s responsibility for the town had lessened after the collapse. Less to do, less to organize. 

But that morning, for obvious reasons, Mamá’s smile was wide, her children and grandchildren patient and waiting, and she spread her arms once more. “Happy birthday, niños.”

[empty-cryptid]

So, @breannasfluff and I were chatting about sandwiches again and then the idea of Julieta experimenting by cooking with anger came up, so I wrote this.

Thanks for influencing this!

Feliz Cumpleaños Triplets!

[jacarandaaaas]

mirabels birthday so here’s some headcanons !!!🦋💘

- she zones out a LOT! whatever she’s working on/ thinking about takes priority in her mind so she accidentally gets so invested she could forget someone’s talking to her! (this doesn’t help in school)

- She’s a try hard on everything! probably stems from her giftless status but she gets frustrated if she can’t be up to standards! she ends up exhausting herself or burning out because she overworks herself!

- social butterfly! she’s a people person and loves talking to both the adults and the kids! she loves validation from the adults and being a role model to the kids!

- never stops talking😭 mirabels a professional yapper🙏 DONT ever ask her to explain what she’s working on because she will not shut up ever!!!

- carries around a sketchbook with her and goes to different parts of the encanto for inspiration! she might just doodle a motif or theme but it’s always something! she uses it later in her projects

- stealing @spooky-spextre-arts hc here but I love this one sm!! after Antonio’s plushie he tells the other kids and she makes a load of plushies for everyone!!

- she painted the mural in family madrigal! I think alma is aware mirabels artsy and would have asked her to do it! since it’s special commission that’s why the husbands are absent! mirabel was just so excited to be asked! Also it fits her art style

- she makes clothes! She designs them AND makes them!!

- she has friends! she’s incredibly social and I refuse to believe there’s only 2 teens in the encanto

- she likes cooking with julieta! even if she’s not the best at it she just appreciates the time with her mother!

- she helps Luisa discover her own style! since Luisa’s outfit is for work mirabel makes her other outfits to wear on her days off

- when she gets a crush she’s super annoying about it! Love language is acts of service!

- makes fun of camilo for being cringe (she is also cringe)

- Antonio is her fave cousin (this ones basically canon)

- a home bird!! she can’t ever picture herself leaving the encanto and this causes some friction between her and isa because isa does leave at some point!

- vents to casita about anything and everything (they are best friends)

- still struggles with opening up to people post movie. she’s not user to all the attention on her and gets overwhelmed often (she would never admit it)

- more street smart than book smart and is average in school but prefers art

- hates her birthdays (this one’s sad ik) but not only is it the anniversary of her ceremony but the day bruno left and in her mind the beginning of the cracks! she’s getting better but it’s still hard! (Her family spoil her for this exact reason)

- when she’s not playing music in the town she often plays with Felix and Dolores!

🌵isabela headcanons dolores headcanons🎀

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

You asked for prompts, so here's one : Alma giving Mirabel a diary for her 14th birthday.

Among the presents, were some neatly wrapped the ones from Abuela. They were beautifully done, practically to professional standards (certainly a far cry from Agustín's clumsy attempts at wrapping) in sky-blue paper patterned with birds and tied with pink ribbons.

The first present was a pair of beaded bracelets, made of blue, purple and silver beads; they matched the earrings her mamá had given her.

The next present was a diary complete with a set of pens. Even the diary was pretty: it had a marbled cover in a bold shade of purple and the gold pattern resembled flames. The pens were blue, black and purple and one glance told Mirabel that even the pens were the type used by hard-working adults. These weren't the pens she'd use for her schoolwork; these were for big projects.

When she opened the diary, she saw that Abuela had written, Feliz cumpleaños, Mirabel. Love from Abuela.

On the first blank page, Abuela had written the date in the corner, all set for Mirabel to write about her birthday.

"I know you prefer your artwork," Abuela said and it gave Mirabel a happy jolt to know that Abuela had been paying attention to her drawings and designs. "But it never hurts to write your thoughts down." There was a flash of amusement on her face. "If nothing else, you can write down more ideas for designs, sí?"

"Or rants about Camilo," Mirabel dared to joke. Camilo gave an indignant squawk, but Abuela's smile grew.

"Yes," Abuela said, tucking a strand of Mirabel's hair back off her face. "That too, Mirabel."

[arandomperson5647]

Encanto info from Jared Bush's Q&As

This is a little place where you can find (hopefully) a lot of info Jared has said in his Q&As. This is if you wanna check smth and don't wanna go on a hunt to confirm it since it's been so long. Idk if I got everything, I highly doubt I did, so if you have a piece of info I don't have and have a link to it, I can edit it on. Ngl I'm also kinda doing this for myself cuz I was curious to know everything he's told us. I'll mostly summarize the answer so it isn't longer than it needs to be, but I'll also copy+paste if I'm too lazy.

The info here kinda varies from interesting, to obvious stuff, to potentially pointless but really any of it can be used to do whatever.

Some of the answers he provided aren't concrete solid ("I think __ would happen", "I always thought ___", etc), so take this all with a grain of salt. I'll try to phrase the uncertain ones differently so you know they're not 100% (probably, possibly, might, etc). If the answer he gives is completely up to interpretation, then I won't include it. Some might be repeated cuz I don't feel like looking back to see if he answered the same question twice.

Just to warn you guys before you click "keep reading", this is a LONG post, so if you don't want it fill up your page, don't click it unless you really wanna read everything.

Antonio's Birthday Q&A #2 (5/21/23)

Canon universe:

Dolores never truly believed Bruno was still around. She heard stuff, but everyone told her he was gone, so she thought she was imagining things. "I knew he never left" was her way of saying "I shouldn't have doubted myself."

Antonio was a shy kid and animals are were easier for him to make friends with.

The potteries in Bruno's room were because it was fairly public for people who want visions, so they're probably a nod to that.

When Pedro went to the attackers when he died, he was planning to reason with them.

Luisa's associated with donkeys because they’re beasts of burden and that’s how everyone treated her.

Mirabel has her embroidery because she loves her family, but potentially also because she subconsciously want to make sure the villagers know despite having no gift she is every bit a Madrigal.

Isabela might potentially secretly like Pepa's chaos.

Julieta's really good at hiding her feelings about the pressure of being the town's healer, but she's also a naturally strong person.

There's a reason why Bruno's single but Jared didn't tell us.

Bruno's favorite food is Ajiaco, but potentially also big butt ants.

Julieta probably noticed Mirabel wasn't in the pic at Antonio's ceremony immediately after it was taken, but Mirabel had already left by then.

For a while, Bruno's limit for future seeing was until the fall of Castia, but now it's limitless.

Alma didn't necessarily approve of Agustín at first because he wasn't overly spectacular or confident.

Mirabel and Camilo got along well when they were young, but after Mirabel's ceremony, Camilo felt more pressure to perform and show off.

Even before his gift, Bruno probably worried and wondered about the future, which is what caused his gift.

The Madrigals mostly assumed Bruno had somehow left the Encanto after his disappearance.

The birth of the miracle happened near the turn of the 20th century, and Antonio's ceremony was 50 years later.

The 5th birthdays for the Madrigals is the big one. The others are "regular".

Camilo often annoys Isabela for fun and also because he's a bit envious of her. They're kinda opposite, perfect vs a clown.

The post-movie relationship between Mirabel and Isabela is probably mischevious.

Bruno probably already was breaking from pressure when Isabela was only in single digits.

Alma was loving to all her grandchildren, but sometimes it felt conditional due to her expectations. She wasn't self-aware enough to realize.

Félix can play the tiple, but not shown in the film.

Agustín and Félix probably wore their respective colors before marrying their respective wives. Their colors are also a nod to regionality.

Alma might've seen cracks before Mirabel saw them at Antonio's ceremony (not at the moment tho), giving her a reason to actually believe Mirabel and pray to Pedro.

Based off the book "Mystery in the Rainforest", Dolores and Mariano are engaged and planning a wedding soon.

There is a school in the Encanto, but since it's closed off and was formed in the beginning of the 20th century, new info would cease.

Pedro might've been the one to know sewing and embroidery. He taught it to Alma, who taught Julieta and Mirabel. She probably taught others but Mirabel did it the most.

Bruno's door might've started glowing again during his vision in Antonio's room because Mirabel is making him feel included in the family (and therefore Casita) again.

The Madrigals do have friends groups, just not shown.

Camilo's gift can be tiring. Like an actor playing their part.

Mirabel probably would've had a negative or even traumatic impact from the fall of Castia, mostly due to a near death experience.

The Madrigals have never tested their gifts beyond the Encanto, so it's still a mystery on what happens.

Antonio probably can talk to animals from different countries, not just Colombia.

Camilo sometimes tries to impress everyone with his gift.

Mirabel's birthday became "stressful" ever since her 5th.

Isabela would probably help Antonio decorate his room with crazy plants.

Behind the scenes:

5/21 is Afro-Colombian Day, which is why that's Antonio's bday.

There used to be a deleted scene of Mirabel getting grounded by Casita.

The Guzmans originally had the same number of family members as the Madrigals, and each member was like a doppelgänger of each gifted Madrigal child, except Mirabel, who was represented in the Guzman family by a goat.

There used to be a scene where Camilo's gift goes haywire at night or smth (can't figure out the full pic for this one).

Writers considered early on that Mirabel would want to leave, but they decided that from a character and cultural perspective, leaving her family would have been the absolute worst thing she could imagine.

It's never been established how long the ceremony doors appear before the ceremony, but 9 months has been considered.

Early versions would show that Alma had strict parents. It may or may not be true now, but it would make sense.

Mirabel used to have a gap in her teeth to show her quirkiness, but was removed because they wanted to show it in other ways.

Encanto Disney+ Hollywood Bowl Q&A (12/28/22)

Cannon universe:

Emotions can sometimes affect Bruno's visions.

Camilo often helped take care of babies even before Antonio's birth. He was just naturally good with them.

The stairs in Bruno's room probably grew as he became more distanced, so they probably lessened when Casita came back.

Luisa's favorite sister is probably Mirabel.

Camilo would probably sometimes be happy that Isabela found her true self, while also a bit jealous. It depends on the moment.

The Madrigals' reaction to someone entering the Encanto would probably be chaotic.

As a way to protect them, Alma was always a little strict on her family.

Julieta and Agustín often worried how Mirabel was doing, especially for Antonio's ceremony.

Alma tried to show she loved Mirabel in her own way after her ceremony and before the movie.

Camilo's experience being the only boy in the house for a while was...interesting. Not the easiest.

Pepa and Dolores' gifts have caused some difficulties between the two.

Especially post-movie, Bruno, Agustín and Félix would be a ridiculous trio.

The candle is now gone, but a new miracle took its place.

Félix and Mirabel have a good relationship, especially post-movie.

Isabela's 5th birthday was the first gift ceremony for the grandchildren.

Bruno was probably superstitious before moving in the walls.

Before the house fell, Alma probably wouldn't like Dolores marrying Mariano. After, she'd accept it.

The other Madrigals might have hidden potential in their gifts, much like Isabela did.

The townspeople mostly either put the Madrigals on a high pedestal or see them as equals.

Isa probably had at least one flower she'd intentionally give Mirabel allergies with.

Bruno was probably a bit popular at one point.

Adopted Madrigal kids that were 6+ would probably still get a gift.

Mirabel's near-sighted.

Camilo's probably gotten in trouble for his disguises at times.

Bruno's mostly a rat guy because he's around them the most.

Pepa has a sweet tooth but doesn't let her self have too much due to her weather.

Isabela can grow trees and crops.

There's no definite reason why Isa was the favorite grandchild, but being the eldest didn't help.

When Alma said "the magic is strong, and so are the drinks", she was really trying to get everyone back to the party.

The gifts can tire out the Madrigals if used a lot, sometimes physical pain can occur.

Alma might have siblings, but it's not confirmed.

Behind the scenes:

There used to be a scene of Mirabel getting grounded. Idk if it's the same scene as the previous one mentioned, but the context of the question might suggest otherwise. ("What would've happened to Mirabel if she was found after the dinner?")

There were versions in the end credits of everyone reuniting with Bruno.

There is potential for a Madrigal with OCD, autism, etc, but not yet confirmed.

Triplet's Birthday Q&A (8/17/23)

Cannon universe:

Bruno and the grandkids now watch telenovelas together.

Julieta's favorite food is probably ajiaco.

Mirabel's first word would potentially be "sita" because she loved Casita but couldn't say the full word.

Dolores' room has a lot of soundproofing.

The reason Mirabel seems to interact with Castia the most out of the Madrigals is because she was mostly an outsider, with only Casita to talk to.

Encanto is a hidden place, so simply finding it is near impossible.

There are respected town elders in Encanto, but Alma is considered the founder.

Pedro said something to Alma before he died, potentially in Spanish, but it's not confirmed what.

In terms of personality, Mirabel is the closest to Pedro.

For adoptive kids, Casita may be able to anticipate the arrival of someone new even before the family is consciously aware of it, giving them a new door.

Bruno's a fan of chocolate.

Mirabel loves every color. She has no known favorite.

Julieta got married first between her and Pepa.

Bruno's rats aren't sentient like humans, so Bruno would have to train them to do whatever.

It's possible another Madrigal felt resentment towards Bruno after he left.

Julieta's gift possibly only works with a combo of cooking and giving, but not confirmed.

Bruno learned how to use his gift through practice and invented customs. It was complicated.

Julieta probably needs to know the person's injury before healing it.

The majority of the Madrigals' dominate hands are right. Julieta and Antonio are left handed. Luisa is ambidextrous. It's unsure, but Mirabel is potentially left handed.

Mirabel's favorite food is arepa con queso.

Antonio's favorite snack is nailed rice.

Agustín and Félix have jobs in the town, but not confirmed what.

In a book, it was mentioned that Bruno was the golden child of the family. He probably fell from that position in his late teens.

Agustín's favorite meal from Julieta is chocolate santafereño.

Gifts can possibly be repeated, but not in the same generation.

The refugees/townspeople had brought everything from home they used to start farming when the Encanto formed.

Isabela and Mariano still have a good relationship after the movie. Neither were too wild about the engagement.

The bedrooms can change if their owner wants them to.

The gift ceremonies will now be different without a candle.

Madrigals still do the traditional quinceañera.

The Encanto doesn't have electricity.

Bruno has left the walls a few times for a break.

Isabela will probably keep switching up her outfit now that she can.

Luisa has always felt protective of Mirabel.

Behind the scenes:

Casita used to have shown that it has only 1 bathroom, which was located in the back right corner under Bruno's tower.

There was a deleted scene where Julieta yelled at Alma in front of the entire town after Mirabel went missing.

Julieta is the one singing w/ Mirabel during the "constellations glow/the seasons change in turn" lyric.

There used to be a version of Bruno using water with his vision.

The line said by Mirabel, "Even in our darkest moments there's light where you least expect it" was cut after Lin Manuel Miranda wrote Dos Oruguitas and the emotional thrust of Mirabel’s words needed to evolve to encompass what she’d just learned.

There was a Waiting on a Miracle reprise that was cut because they felt they didn't need it.

The concept of a new door appearing was considered to start with the doorknob.

No one intervened during Alma and Mirabel's argument because the writers felt that it was Mirabel's moment to shine.

VERY early on, Bruno (then known as Oscar) was Mirabel's estranged cousin.

Indestructibility was a gift they wanted to use. It was actually Pepa's original gift.

Dolores' Birthday Q&A (8/31/22)

Cannon universe:

People in Isabela's position wouldn't really have the chance to have authentic relationships because they're hiding their true self. This could potentially apply to Isa herself.

Before Mirabel's ceremony, her family was excited for her. After, the family’s ability to see Mirabel clearly was too obscured by their unhealthy dynamics but were probably unaware of that until Mirabel brought it to light.

Bruno's oversized clothing was by personal preference, potentially because of his awkward nature.

Before Isabela showed up in Bruno's vision, another person was there, who is possibly a young Alma. While not confirmed, it is implied in Jared's answer.

Félix and Agustín already had gifts, just not in a way that others could see.

Isabela lets herself break the rules, so while not confirmed, it's possible she could recreate mythical plants.

The town probably functions like a combination of where everyone came from.

The triplets used to have little meetings in Bruno's room when they were little.

Behind the scenes:

There used to be a scene where Bruno revealed he had a secret elevator in his room.

Agustín's Birthday Q&A (6/19/22)

Cannon universe:

Part of what fuels the miracle is unconditional love. When Mirabel and Isa showed that during What Else can I Do?, it affected the magic.

Julieta often gives people the food they like rather than something random.

For a long time, Isabela was the favorite grandchild for Alma. Before her ceremony, Mirabel was. After Casita's rebuild, many dynamics changed.

Agustín was born in the Encanto, but his family was from a city, so he was raised with the city-vibe.

Luisa's favorite food is bandeja paisa.

Every gift can be affected by emotions in some way.

Casita probably helped Bruno hide, but not confirmed.

If Mirabel and Bruno decided to leave the Encanto after Casita fell, the entire family would've fallen apart.

The only people in the Encanto were the ones who traveled with Alma. They all got there at the same time, no one got in or out.

Behind the scenes:

There used to be an exit for Bruno's wall room behind the family tree, but it wasn't used.

Antonio's Birthday Q&A (5/21/22)

Cannon universe:

Mirabel's canonically 5'2.

Mirabel has good relationships with Pepa and Félix. Félix loves everyone and likes hanging out with pretty much anybody. Pepa is a good tia, she’s just very emotional, but for most of the movie (and her life before) felt she had to bottle her emotions which only made them worse.

Bruno probably doesn't need the sand for visions, but as time went on he added his own superstitions.

The color of the magic in the end changed. It wasn't the color of the candle anymore, but the colors of Mirabel. What that means? No one knows.

Bruno "felt" his vision cave collapsing and investigated. That's how he knew it was destroyed.

Camilo couldn't really hold a form forever because of how tiring it could be.

Mirabel did have a quinceañera.

Casita has a mind of its own with its own emotions. Sometimes it could play pranks on the Madrigals or be too upset to move anything.

Behind the scenes:

Earlier versions had a negative dynamic between Mirabel and Camilo.

The gifts are based off family archetypes. Antonio is a shy kid but opens up to animals.

Random Q&A (3/19/22)

Cannon universe:

The main reason for Mirabel and Isa's falling out was because they couldn’t see the difficulties the other was experiencing, because they were fixated on their own struggles. They were probably closer when they were younger.

Despite being shy, Antonio does have friends in the town.

Due to the triplets' bday being the same day as Pedro's death, it's a mixed day.

Pepa can try to stop natural disasters, but doesn't usually succeed.

Mirabel would sometimes have sleepovers with her sisters when they were younger. There was a deleted scene showing it.

The pink cloud scene in Surface Pressure represents the stuff Luisa wanted to do without the pressure.

Behind the scenes:

Tbh there wasn't any answers that could qualify as behind the scenes sooo... 🤷

Stuff that didn't come from Q&As but is still good info

Madrigal Birthdays (I'm not doing a link for each, just take my word for it lol):

Félix: November 11 (11/11)

Julieta, Pepa, Bruno: October 17 (10/17)

Agustín: June 19 (6/19)

Isabela: August 7 (8/7)

Dolores: August 31 (8/31)

Luisa: November 14 (11/14)

Camilo: December 28 (12/28)

Mirabel: March 6 (3/6)

Antonio: May 21 (5/21)

Madrigal ages:

Alma: 75

Julieta, Pepa, Bruno: 50

Isabela: 21

Dolores: 21

Luisa: 19

Camilo: 15

Mirabel: 15

Antonio: 5

I don't believe the husbands' ages are confirmed, but Félix is confirmed to be a little older than the triplets, while Agustín is a little younger than the triplets.

Julieta is the oldest of the triplets, Pepa in the middle, and Bruno is the baby.