#Disney's Encanto

[camellia-salazar]

Comfort Characters! 💖💕🌸🌺🪷💮

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RED and BLU Engies.

There were really only a 3 drawings I was working on this month. This, the TW2 drawing, and a redraw. I'm speeding up the last one but I think I'm gonna post it separately.

This took forever. And I'm so proud of it.

Transparenty backgrounds:

(FYI I really needed these guys and TF2 this month due to a stressful situation irl, so this really made me feel better).

Thanks for checking in! Peace ✌️🌟✨️

[princess-posting]

rewatched encanto so let me just yap about how i have this hc that isabela would actually be really bad at being young, hip, and cool almost like an old woman, like she would SO be the type to make mistakes when trying to say slang and follow trends

and this makes sense because she was expected to be prim and proper all her life, so now that she's finally allowed to cut loose, she's atrocious at it because she never learned how 😭😭😭

basically

isa: how do you do, fellow kids?

mirabel & luisa:

[thatgaydisneyfan]

Mirabel Madrigal has officially arrived for meet and greet at Magic Kingdom (Walt Disney World) and I couldn't be happier. She is my favorite character and comfort character combined, especially because Encanto is my favorite Disney movie.

Thank you for a wonderful experience, Mirabel ❤❤

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

To say that being a single mother of triplets was tough would be an understatement, especially for Alma Madrigal. Not only that her children would run circles around her whenever they could, but their development was visibly different, despite being the same age. It has become more apparent now that the triplets have recently turned three years old. Julieta and Pepa were saying so many words and even Pepa started reading the signs they saw on their walks in the village. Bruno, on the other hand, was not saying anything. Every time sound came out of his mouth, it was still completely incomprehensible.

While Julieta and Pepa both understand what Bruno was trying to communicate, mainly because he smiles or nods most of the time they are together, Alma still thought about what would happen when they started school the coming fall. She did not want to hold Bruno back, she wanted him to go to school with his sisters. At the same time, she was concerned about the fact that none of the preschools in the Encanto was going to enroll him unless his language improved.

It was not until one day when Alma’s fears would begin to shrink. She picked the triplets up from daycare one Friday afternoon and the mother and children walked through the village together. One of her friends, Rosa, saw her and she stopped to talk to her. 

“Hola, Alma! I know you told me about how concerned you were about Bruno’s language, but I found someone that I think would help!” Rosa said.

“You did?” Alma responded.

“Si; there’s a speech and occupational therapist that just transferred to the Encanto, Dr. Valeria Martinez.”

Rosa then handed Alma a small business card with Dr. Martinez’s name and address handwritten on it. She looked at the business card and smiled before putting it in her dress pocket.

“Gracias, Rosa! I hope to get to see her on Monday with Bruno and talk to her about what’s been going on.”

“De nada, Alma; and good luck!”

Alma hugged her friend with a smile and continued walking with the triplets. They continued walking in the village square until they got back to Casita and the triplets dropped their backpacks on the couch. The three went into the living room to play with their toys and Alma sat on the couch in the courtyard and took Dr. Martinez’s business card out of her dress pocket. She stared at the card and smiled.

“I hope my prayers will be answered with you.”

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Once Monday rolled around, Alma took the triplets to Dr. Martinez’s office after picking them up from daycare. They walked into the office to see Dr. Martinez sitting at her desk and sat in front of her.

“Hola! You’re here for a consultation?” Dr. Martinez asked.

“Si; my friend gave me your business card and I wanted to talk to you about doing a session with my son, Bruno. I have triplets and I’ve been noticing he’s not meeting the same language milestones as his sisters and now that they all turned three, it’s beginning to concern me. I don’t want to hold him back when they start preschool next year, but I know none of the preschools in the Encanto are going to enroll him unless he can at least acquire some language skills,” Alma explained to the therapist.

Dr. Martinez took the notes in her pad. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since Julieta started talking. Pepa started talking super early and even started saying three and four-syllable words before their second birthday. I originally figured Bruno was just going to be a little bit delayed since Pepa and Julieta started talking at different times. But now that they’re three and he’s still not talking, it’s worrying me.”

Dr. Martinez continued writing what Alma was saying in her notes. “Would it be okay if I took Bruno into my office so I can get to know him a little bit more?”

Alma nodded and Dr. Martinez and Bruno made their way to her office as Alma waited in the front with Julieta and Pepa. They sat at a little table together and faced each other. Bruno looked at Dr. Martinez and studied her as she smiled at him.

“Hi, Bruno! I’m Dr. Martinez. Would you like a toy?”

Bruno stared at Dr. Martinez and reached out for her arm. He squealed in excitement and began feeling her arm until he started to hold her hands. He smiled and Dr. Martinez gently removed his hands and got up from the table. She came back with a shape sorting cube and gave it to Bruno. She took out the star toy and showed it to him.

“Star,” Dr. Martinez said as she showed the toy to him. 

She then put the star inside the star hole. Bruno smiled and tried to repeat her, and sound was coming out, but he could not get the syllables. Instead, he grabbed the circle toy and put it in the circle hole.

“Circle,” Dr. Martinez emphasized.

Bruno made another noise that was incomprehensible. He tried as hard as he could to say “circle”, but all he could do was make the same incomprehensible noises he’s been making this entire time. Dr. Martinez continued writing notes in her pad as Bruno continued playing with the shape sorter and making noises.

For the rest of the session, Dr. Martinez brought out more toys and said more words associated with the toys as Bruno attempted to say them. He continued playing with the toys until the hour they had together was finished.

Bruno and Dr. Martinez came back to the front after their session to see Alma, Julieta, and Pepa waiting for them. Bruno ran to Julieta and Pepa and they hugged him as tightly as they could. Dr. Martinez took out her notes to review the session to Alma.

“During our session, it seems to be clear that he’s trying his hardest to repeat what is being said to him. The sound is coming out, but he’s having trouble with the syllables. My best suggestion would be to focus on very specific syllables before having him speak full words. I have a couple of exercises that could help him in this folder,” Dr. Martinez explained as she gave Alma the folder she mentioned.

Alma went through the folder and found several sheets with specific syllables for Bruno to work on at home. “Gracias, Dr. Martinez; this should help Bruno with the first step in speaking.”

Dr. Martinez smiled and shook Alma’s hand. “I hope this will help him. I’ll see you next week.”

Alma and the triplets left the office and walked back to Casita. Julieta and Pepa asked Bruno lots of questions about Dr. Martinez and if she was nice. While Bruno could not answer with words, the girl still knew that he liked her.

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Several weeks have passed, and Bruno has made progress with pronouncing one syllable at a time. While he has not said a word just yet, Alma was feeling optimistic about his speech because of the progress he was making. It was not until one early spring day when the triplets were drawing together in Casita’s courtyard when Alma’s prayers would be answered.

“Look what I drew!” Pepa exclaimed as she held up her drawing of herself, Julieta, and Bruno together outside on a sunny day under a rainbow.

“I love that picture!” Julieta replied.

The girls expected Bruno to make another noise to show how much he liked the picture, but instead, he pointed to where Pepa drew herself. He did not remove his finger from the paper and opened his mouth to try and say what he wanted to say.

“Pepa!” Bruno said in a way that was still a little bit slurred, but still pretty easy to understand.

Julieta and Pepa looked at Bruno simultaneously in shock as their mouths dropped open. Before they could run to their mother, Bruno pointed at the picture again, but this time, to where Pepa drew Julieta. 

“Juli!” Bruno said as he smiled.

Julieta’s and Pepa’s smiles grew wider as they screamed in excitement. Alma overheard her daughters’ screaming and ran into the courtyard from the kitchen, originally assuming somebody got hurt.

“¿Qué está sucediendo? Is everyone alright?” Alma asked as she saw her triplets still on the floor together.

“Did you hear Bruno?” Pepa asked, still smiling.

“He said our names!” Julieta added.

“I… I showed him my drawing and he pointed to me in the drawing and said my name! Then he pointed to Julieta and said her name!”

Alma looked at Bruno and he pointed at Pepa’s drawing of herself again! “Pepa!” he said again and smiled. Alma put her hand on her mouth and cried tears of joy. Bruno pointed at Julieta on Pepa’s drawing and said “Julieta!”

Alma continued crying and picked Bruno up and hugged him. She cried more in his ruana and Bruno hugged her back. Julieta and Pepa ran up to Alma and hugged her and reached for Bruno to give him a hug.

“Mama!” Bruno said as he went back to hug his mother.

Alma’s eyes widened and she looked at Bruno when she heard him say “mama.” She held him closer and tighter as she cried more. “Asi es! Mama! I’m Mama, Brunito! Mama!”

Alma put Bruno down and Julieta and Pepa gave him the tightest hug they possibly could. Bruno hugged his sisters back and they sat back on Casita’s couch together. Alma went back into the kitchen, still crying tears of joy, as the triplets continued drawing their pictures together while waiting for dinner to be ready.

“Bruno talks!” Pepa pointed out as she and Julieta hugged again.

“Bruno talks!” Julieta repeated.

“Bruno!” Bruno repeated when he heard his sisters say his name.

Julieta and Pepa looked at each other, and then at Bruno. They screamed again and looked at Bruno in excitement and hugged him once more. “You’re saying more words, Bruno!” Pepa yelled.

Bruno smiled and hugged his sisters back until Alma came back to the courtyard from the kitchen. She saw her triplets still celebrating Bruno’s milestone and sat on the couch until her children were finished screaming.

“Dinner’s ready, mijos.”

The triplets ran into the kitchen for dinner and to tell Alma about how Bruno just said his own name. 

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The months following the triplets’ first official day of preschool saw much more progress in Bruno’s language. Ever since he said his sisters’ names for the first time, he was pointing to more objects and saying more words. Dr. Martinez has noticed this progress during every one of Bruno’s speech sessions since. At his first session after the triplets’ fourth birthday, Dr. Martinez noticed he was much closer to being on par with the rest of his peers in his language development.

Bruno was talking more to his classmates and Julieta and Pepa could even have more conversations with him. This also helped Bruno build his confidence over time. In their toddler class, his teachers did not think he was going to meet the same milestones as his sisters because of his language delay and he was not verbally telling his teachers anything. Now that he is speaking more, his teachers have noticed he understood what they were saying the entire time, he was just having trouble verbally expressing himself.

Bruno left his session with Dr. Martinez, feeling more confident than he ever was before. He not only was saying more words, but was also saying short phrases.

“How was your session?” Alma asked as she and the triplets started walking into the village and back to Casita.

“I liked it!” Bruno responded with a smile.

“Was it fun?” Julieta asked.

“It was!”

The Madrigals continued walking and talking about Bruno’s session. The fact that Alma could have a conversation with Bruno now made all of her fears disappear. She could finally understand him and she felt like she could have a stronger relationship with him; and Bruno loved having a better relationship with his mother and sisters.

[sailorwritesstuff]

Bruno Madrigal x male reader headcanons

post Canon?? spoilers probably.

Before

- He's super nervous about everything so he really has no intentions of a relationship.

- He just wants to chill out and feed his rats.

- But you know here he is. staring at this absolute pretty boy who's been helping his family rebuild.

-every time he tries to talk to you (or even looking your direction) he gets nervous and fumbles over its words.

-So because of his paranoia He stays far away.

-and then there's Mirabel who doesn't know how to leave situations alone.

- she'll be the death of him.

- "Tio Bruno...are you ok? you're staring into space again."

- "huh? no im not."

- "yes you-" and then she follows his eyesight. "OH."

- "ay Dios mío you LIKE him"

-"no."

- suddenly y/n has Mirabel at his heels everywhere he goes. It's not too strange since it is her house at your repairing so you don't really bat an eye until she starts talking about her Tio Bruno every chance she gets. asking you have you met him, what you thought of him, telling you how nice he is, that if you want it he could read your future for you.

- All the questions and subject matter around him made you pay more attention to him. looking at him during breaks waving whenever you would see him looking at you.

- eventually Mirabel recruits Camilo into her shenanigans (and we all know how much he loves shenanigans.)

- sometimes you see yourself walking around carrying tools and just sorta blink. because HUH?!?!

- he teases Bruno the same way he teases Isabella about Mariano.

- sometimes you even see doubles of the fortune teller walking around until one who you can safely assume is Camilo walks up to you and strikes up a conversation.

-It's nothing weird He just is striking jokes the entire time and being friendly but sometimes about see you himself with you laughing makes Bruno put on his big boy pants and finally come talk to you.

-when he approaches he clears his throat which shocks Camilo back into his own body.

- "Oh Hello Bruno."

-And he just melts because you know his name. And he continues trying to strike a conversation with you, stuttering and stammering over all his words, while his knees are trying not to turn into a puddle.

After

- NICKNAMES!!!

- Girasol/sunflower

- amor/love

- cariño/honey

- All super basic but adorable.

- he likes to hold hands in public when he's nervous.

- sometimes he'll momentarily forget he's holding your hand so whenever someone will wave at him in town his brain short circuits cuz he's not used to it and he'll lift your hands together

[peachhoneii]

As a town burns, an orphaned child who carries the blood of murderers is left behind in its wake, and so, they grow in the enchanted paradise of the family their father helped destroy. -- More than two decades later, Julieta and Agustin's wedding brings upon new beginnings for Encanto, and everyone has a vision for the future. With every new blessing, Alma sees their family strengthening and the town flourishing. For Bruno, shadows of expectations he'll never meet cling to his ruana as he confronts a life he'll never lead. His mamá's perpetual disappointment. His sisters' confusion. He watches quietly as their lives branch away from his as they begin their own families. Until Julieta's wedding leads him to a fated encounter with a dressmaker determined to befriend the youngest Madrigal and seer of Encanto, a dressmaker who wants neither vision or his family name. If he only knew what grief they’d bring upon his family’s paradise.

[faline-cat444]

Disney’s current face of a “Family”

[ravenramblingrandomshit]

when you watch encanto for the seven hundredth time and you cry even earlier than you were expecting and then you just keep crying

[bifairywife]

looking for beta-reader!!

who is also open to editing (specifically grammar/tenses and punctuation) i post on: archive of our own (update: i'm bifairywife on ao3) my timezone: (GMT+8)

i'm currently branching my fanfic writing to my other fandoms:

the dragon prince (soren-centric atm, might do a sorvus fic in the future)

winx club (i have a HEAVY reboot planned, lots of personal changes and i might end up making it more elaborate than i initially planned)

disney's encanto (i'm planning on getting back to it, doloriano fics)

i'm open to talk about it through dms or discord if you guys prefer :3

thank you for your time <33

[flyawaymind]

Encanto AU idea

Notes: Yes, I am still thinking about Encanto. It is a big comfort movie for me, and the characters (especially Bruno) are good for projecting onto, and I don’t think I will ever stop thinking about any of them.

You should know that this is nothing like what I usually write for this fandom, even though this is the only thing I feel is ready to post. I believe that all of the characters are flawed, and that even though Alma loves her family, her trauma influences her actions and that leads to her making many mistakes. I don’t believe for even a second that any of the adults in the movie are abusive or bad parents/tíos, and none of what I’ve written here is actually part of my headcanon for them. This idea was just too much to stay in my head, so I’m dropping it here. It’s also on AO3.

READ THE WARNINGS. This isn’t a happy one, folks.

Content warnings and tags: angst; so much angst; implied/referenced child neglect; implied referenced child abuse; good dad Agustín Madrigal; good tío Bruno Madrigal; bad tío Félix Madrigal; bad tía Pepa Madrigal; bad mom Julieta Madrigal; bad abuela Alma Madrigal; traumatized Alma Madrigal; traumatized Julieta Madrigal; traumatized Bruno Madrigal; black and white thinking; insecure Julieta Madrigal; insecure Bruno Madrigal; Bruno Madrigal leaves after Mirabel’s gift ceremony, Alma Madrigal Bashing, angry Bruno Madrigal, angry Agustín Madrigal

Mirabel’s ceremony stays the same. She touches the doorknob, the magic door disappears, the candle flickers, making Alma panic and ask Bruno for a vision. He sees Casita crumbling, his family in danger, and Mirabel at the center of it all, and the only thing he can think of to keep her safe is to go hide in the walls to watch his family from afar.

This is where things go wrong. Maybe he makes too much noise, or doesn't close the painting all the way, or gets caught getting food at night. Maybe he does everything right, but Dolores tells the family about how she’s been hearing something in the walls, something bigger than a rat.

Whatever happens, Bruno is found not long after the failed ceremony, and subsequently the family learns what he saw in the vision. It goes even worse than he had expected it to, starting with this: Alma takes the fact that Bruno tried to hide this from her as proof that Mirabel is already tearing the family apart.

Bruno tries to tell her that she’s wrong, but Alma is scared, traumatized, and she has been spending forty years protecting her home and her family. She isn’t about to risk losing it all again. Instead, she doubles down, saying that Mirabel is dangerous, that she can no longer be trusted.

Agustín thinks that the whole idea is ridiculous. He can’t believe that they were even having this discussion. His youngest daughter has been absolutely distraught about everything that’s happened, and Agustín can’t make himself believe that she would ever hurt her family. He fully expects Julieta to back him on this; after all, she’s been right there with him comforting Mirabel in the aftermath of her ceremony. He’s more than shocked when she quietly tells him that her mother might be right.

Julieta has always carried a huge weight, and it was placed on her shoulders when she was the same age Mirabel is right now. No doctors had followed Alma and Pedro into the jungle. Before the triplets got their Gifts, the town just made do. For thirty-five years Julieta has been the only thing standing between the entire Encanto and medical disaster. She has spent all of her life around the sick and dying, has seen all sorts of horrific injuries. If something happened to the miracle, if she isn’t able to heal everyone anymore, how long will it take for them all to just die off? Part of her knows her reasoning is illogical at best, but fear and shame are powerful motivators, and her mother has been wielding them against Julieta her whole life.

Stunned, Agustín turns to Félix, believing that surely the other Madrigal in-law would see that this was wrong—but Félix shakes his head.

“The Encanto needs the magic,” he tells his cuñado, “It’s the foundation of the whole area. Who knows if the land will even hold up without it?”

He sounds so sad as he says it, like he’s already mourning the loss of the youngest Madrigal. As though there is no avoiding what is about to happen.

Pepa is practically tearing her hair out as she runs her hands down her braid, trying to keep the hail and freezing rain that is buffeting her shoulders from affecting the rest of the room. She doesn’t want to lose any of her family, but she has known Bruno for longer than Mirabel has been alive. He and Julieta are her triplets, three parts of a whole, and if she has to choose between them and her niece, her siblings will always come out on top. Still, she thinks of her little Camilo, not even a year older than Mirabel.

“Maybe there’s a way to change the prophecy, change the future,” she says, “Maybe there’s something less extreme that we can do to stop Mirabel from destroying everything.”

She can’t meet anyone’s eyes, and voice is weak and shaky. It’s clear that she doesn’t believe what she’s saying. Not even Félix can bring himself to support her argument, though he wraps a comforting arm around her waist.

“No,” Alma says, voice sharp and cold as a blade. “All of Bruno’s visions come true. All of them. We must deal with this problem now, before it can take root.”

It’s two against four. Desperate, Agustín turns again to Bruno, pleading with him to find a solution. “Hermano, I know your visions aren’t always clear. There must be some loophole, maybe some detail that you missed?”

Here’s the thing: although the stakes have never been this personal, this argument isn’t new to Bruno. In the past his mamá has used his visions to dole out punishments well before any crime was committed, and Bruno knows word for word how the fight will go, so he tries a different approach. If he can’t change their minds, maybe he can at least make sure his sobrina isn’t punished too harshly for what he had seen. Maybe he can still keep her safe, or at least, safer.

“What are you even planning to do?” he asks his mother, “You can’t just kick a little girl out on the streets, especially not your own granddaughter. Even aside from how cruel that would be, there’s no way she would be able to survive on her own, and none of the villagers would be willing to help her, not if it meant going against you.”

This is what finally makes Julieta speak up.

“Surely Mamá isn’t thinking about kicking Mirabel out entirely,” she says. “Maybe we can just keep her isolated until the danger is past. Casita can make a new room for her. The Mirabel in the vision was a teenager, no more than sixteen at the most. I would rather spend a decade or so with my daughter locked away under the same roof than a lifetime without knowing where she is.”

Alma rests a gentle hand on Julieta’s shoulder. “I understand your concerns,” she tells her. “The love of a mother is a powerful thing. But you cannot allow your own selfishness to bring harm upon the miracle. As Félix said, there are many more lives at risk here than just our family. The needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the one. This is no different than separating a contagious person from others to keep the disease from spreading.”

Julieta doesn’t have a counter argument for that, and the tiny spark of rebellion in her eyes goes out before it can catch flame. She closes in on herself and cries quietly, muffling the sobs in one hand and using the other to grip Agustín too tightly for him to pull away. She doesn’t notice that he isn’t holding her hand in return.

“This isn’t a disease they’re talking about,” Bruno says, desperate to make his family see sense. “She’s a little girl, barely five years old, who is just as scared as we are. It was her door that faded away, after all, and she isn’t even old enough to comprehend the potential ramifications, let alone bring down the whole Encanto.” His voice is shaking with barely contained rage and old hurt as he continues. “Mirabel isn’t some kind of curse. She isn’t bad luck and shouldn’t be shunned because of a bad vision. She’s just a child, just a kid. She’s done nothing to deserve any of this. It’s not like she can create the future.”

The argument goes on as emotions become more and more fraught, each person trying to speak over the others. Each person except Alma, that is. She hasn’t taken her eyes off of her son, and after a few moments she raises her hand. The gesture is enough to make everyone fall silent once more.

“Bruno is right,” she says, and Agustin lets out a sob of relief. “The jungle is too dangerous for a young child, and although the future is unavoidable, Mirabel isn’t the one who set it in stone. That is why Bruno will go with her.”

The response is immediate and loud. Pepa and Julieta argue that there has to be another way, that they can’t lose their little brother again. The short time he spent in the walls was painful enough.

Agustín is yelling, swearing, asking how Alma can banish two members of her own family, her own son and granddaughter, based on something that won’t even happen for another ten years.

Félix is quiet, but he has turned to glare at Bruno, as though this was just a repeat of his and Pepa’s wedding, as though the prophet wasn’t one of the only people trying to stop this in the first place.

Bruno has gone pale, his breath knocked out of him by his mother’s words and the clear message between the lines. His mother believed that he was to blame for his niece’s future, for the potential downfall of the family and the miracle, and so he would be punished along with Mirabel. Somewhere under the shock and hurt, Bruno feels a little bit of relief. At least he knew what she thought of him, now. At least she wasn’t pretending to care for him anymore. No more masks, no more condemnation thinly disguised as encouragement. He hears himself speak as though through a long tunnel.

“Fine,” he says, the single word cutting through the noise. “If all of you are willing to let your fear rule your actions, then Mirabel is no longer safe in Casita. I always swore I’d never let any of the kids turn out like me, and if I have to protect Mirabel from our own family, then I will. Clearly neither of us are welcome in Encanto anymore, but I’ll be damned if I let Mirabel go out there on her own.”

Agustín tears himself away from Julieta and clings to Bruno, pleading with him not to take his daughter away, to wait a day, to give everyone a chance to come to their senses, or to at least let Agustín leave with them. Bruno’s ceyes are sad as he brushes off his cuñado’s hands.

“You have to stay here,” he says.

He doesn’t tell Agustín that the others could turn on any of the other kids just as quickly as they have turned on him and Mirabel. He doesn’t say that they can’t take them all, that they’ll never make it past the mountains with so many children and so few adults. He doesn’t say that the rest of the kids need at least one person in their corner, should something like this ever happen again. He doesn’t need to say any of it. Under the shock and panic and heartache, Agustín already knows that he has to let this happen, to let the man he thinks of as a brother leave with his youngest daughter. He knows, and it hurts him all the more.

There are a few more weak protests from Julieta and Pepa, but the decision has been made. Bruno and Agustín go to Dolores’s room, where all of the children had been sent so they wouldn’t hear the arguing. Agustín begins to cry when he takes in the way they’re all curled up together, with Mirabel right in the middle of the pile. The sound wakes Dolores from her light sleep, and her movement wakes the other kids, like a little line of sleepy dominoes.

Bruno isn’t doing much better than his cuñado, but he gives a watery smile as he informs the kids that he and Mirabel need to leave the Encanto. No, he isn’t sure how long. No, no one else is going with them. No, this isn’t because of anything that any of the kids had done. No, he isn’t sure when they’re coming back.

“Sometimes grown-ups make bad choices,” he tells them, barely disguising the bitterness in his voice. “It’s better for me and Mirabel if we go, to put some space between us and the Encanto.”

Dolores speaks up for the first time that night, even before she had been sent to bed with the others. “Will you be careful, Tío?” she asks, “Will you protect her?”

Bruno swallows against the lump in his throat, wonders if her room is as soundproof for her as it is for everyone else. “Lola, I swear that I’m going to do everything I can to keep her safe. To keep us both safe.”

By now all of the kids are crying, confused and scared. They’ve never seen Agustín so upset, have never seen him cry like this, no matter how badly he’s gotten hurt. Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel are clinging to each other, and even though Camilo is held tight in Dolores’s lap, he has one little fist clenched in Mirabel’s dress. Agustín kneels down to detangle his daughter and pull her away, giving her one last tight hug and a kiss. For a long moment he just keeps her close, breathing her in, petting her hair, feeling her weight in his arms, trying to cement everything about his little girl in his memory. She is trying so hard to be brave, but he can see the way tears are rolling down her cheeks and how her bottom lip is trembling. Through it all, she pats his cheek.

“Don’t be scared,” she tells him, “Tio Bruno is really nice, and we’ll be back home before you know it, okay?”

It’s the same thing that he and Julieta tell their daughters whenever they don’t want to go to school, to reassure them that their teachers are kind and that at the end of the day the girls would come back home. Agustín clutches Mirabel to his chest and sobs into her hair, his whole frame shaking. He feels a hand on his shoulder and desperately turns away, but Bruno moves with him and gently lifts Mirabel from his arms. The prophet is crying now, too, but for Mirabel’s sake he still clings to a brittle smile.

“I’ll take good care of her, Gus,” he says, “And hey, Mira and I will try to write as soon as we get settled, okay? Let you know all the news from our new place.”

Agustín nods and does his best to paste on a smile, but both men know that even if they found a way to get a letter back to Encanto, Alma would never allow it to reach the rest of the family.

They make sure each of the other kids says goodbye to Mirabel before leaving the room to find Julieta and Alma in the courtyard with two old suitcases. Agustín ignores them, instead going straight into the kitchen for the strongest bottle of alcohol he can find. It doesn’t escape his notice that although Julieta looks worried and upset, neither of the women are crying.

Bruno won’t let go of Mirabel, so Julieta has to awkwardly hug them both goodbye at once, her brother tense and angry in her arms. He refuses to let Alma come anywhere near them, even to say goodbye, and rejects Julieta’s help as he uses an old blanket to tie a still-sleepy Mirabel to his back so he can pick up the suitcases. Leaving his mother and sister with one last withering glare, Bruno walks out the door, forcing himself not to look back as he and Mirabel leave the warmth of Casita and go out into the night.

He hopes that by leaving the valley, he can break the prophecy and change the future. He hopes that Mirabel never has to step into this town again, but if the vision holds, he hopes the death of the miracle tears this place to the ground. If she does come back at some point, he will make sure he’s right beside her, keeping her safe.

[jade-green-butterfly]

Have you watched Encanto? If so what's your favorite song and what gift would you have? 🌷🌷🥰🥰😁😁

Why, yes I have!😁Back in December 2021! I have quite a few faves - 'Waiting On Miracle', 'Surface Pressure', 'We Don't Talk About Bruno' and 'What Else Can I Do?'🥰 And my gift would being able to talk and interact with cartoon characters~🌷😁

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Toilet Humor

This is set in the same universe as my previous Christmas post.

Mirabel unknowingly gets Agustín out of a speeding ticket on their way home. Three year olds are hilarious😂

Agustín, pulling over to the side of the road: Crap, crap, crap! Dios mío, Julieta is going to kill me!

Officer: Hello, sir. My name is officer Santiago. Do you know how fast you were going?

Agustín: Ahh, sí, I'm sorry, I apologize, we were just on our way home and I-

Mirabel: PAPÍ, I HAVE TO POOP!!

It seems Agustín is just as shocked as officer Santiago at his little daughter's very bold and very unannounced statement.

Officer Santiago, peering into the backseat: And who is this little one?

Agustín: That's Mirabel. She doesn't like to poop in public places. We're...we're working on it.

Officer Santiago: Ahh...

Mirabel: Hi! I'm Mirabel!

Officer Santiago: Mirabel? What a pretty name! And how old are you, Mirabel?

Mirabel: One...two...three...Three!!

Officer Santiago: Oh, wow, you're a big girl!

Agustín: Yeah...this one was a pretty big...surprise for us all. She still is, apparently.

Officer Santiago: Yeah, three year olds will do that for ya!

Mirabel: Papí, I really have to poop!

Officer Santiago: Okay, so I'm going to let you go, just please drive safe, and slow down.

Agustín: Of course, won't happen again! Have a good day!

Officer Santiago: You as well! Bye Mirabel!

Mirabel: Bye-bye!

Agustín turns in his seat before pulling the car away.

Agustín: Miraboo?

Mirabel: Sí, papí?

Agustín: Did you really have to go poop?

Mirabel: Well, I didn't have to THEN, but NOW I really, really do!

[aikoiya]

Encanto HC - Luisa Characterization

I've never liked the idea that Luisa or any other buff female character must obviously be gay or trans thing. The whole, 'let's make the big, strong, buff girl a lesbian' is actually super sexist & bigoted! Stereotypical even!

Like, a girl can't be a little freaking masculine unless she's into girls or is secretly trans? It's just… stupidly typical & honestly kinda boring to boot.

Like, I grew up a tomboy & I like guys & dresses & feeling pretty.

Like, "BITCH, I just like wearing pants, collecting Pokemon cards, & playing with the boys! That doesn't mean I don't like like boys & romance & maybe dresses too sometimes! Quit stuffing me in your stupid box & let me watch DBZ & Barbie movies!"

Like, if she's gay or trans, then fine, whatever! But don't just automatically assume that's what she is!

In all honesty, I really like the idea that Luisa actually really enjoys feminine things & looking pretty, but she just doesn't do it often because her power places this expectation upon her to be strong & stable which are, traditionally, very masculine traits.

I remember seeing this fanart of her sisters giving her a makeover & when she sees herself, she's super happy. I thought it was sweet.

I also really like the hc that Luisa is a history & mythology buff.

Aside from that, I get the feeling that it's also hard to find a guy who's willing to date her as her strength can probably come across as intimidating. So, I can see her getting her heart broken a lot over the years due to either being turned down or learning that whatever guy had gone out with her was either scared to turn her down or had done so to win a bet.

Either way, I think her ideal guy would be a chef or baker who always makes sure that she has the energy she needs to keep healthy. Will encourage her to rest, but not be forceful about it. Who values strength & hard work & thus admires all that Luisa does for the Encanto. Who is strong himself (obviously not as strong as Luisa, but still) & thus doesn't need her help as much as others, so she doesn't have to worry as much about him. At the same time, he doesn't mind when she wants to lend a hand, but actually much prefers it when she helps him cook than lifting things as that's how his family used to bond growing up.

I could see him being really chill & down to earth. Not overly emotional, but warm & generous all-the-same. He could be a retired member of the Military Forces of Colombia. Modestly ranked, but he also used to struggle with his own PTSD & has a lot of experience with helping others handle their anxiety & stress. Older than her, but had to retire early due to an injury. (You choose his age.)

Had a fiancée previously, but when he was sent home due to his injury, he found that she'd been cheating on him. She begged him not to break it off, but his trust in her was broken. He fell into a depression for a couple of years before deciding that he needed a change. That's when he'd heard about the Encanto. I imagine that it's sort of like El Dorado, meaning you can't just randomly take a bus there. So, he had to go searching for it. He'd always had a thing for treasure hunting anyway.

I think he'd look good with a beard & mustache. Something rugged.

Just an overall good, sturdy, stalwart man.

I could see Luisa being into guys who are even taller than her due to a subconscious desire to be taken care of or supported.

And if he's strong enough to pick her up & carry her, then hoohoohoo! She's melting! She's meeeeltiiing~🎶!

Feeling delicate & dainty is just such a foreign thing for her, but it's also super addictive. Because it makes her feel normal & desirable & pretty, which has always been Isa's thing & something Luisa never thought she could have for herself because she was 'the strong one.'

So, I can definitely see her being very lovestruck by a guy who makes her feel like this.

She initially wouldn't believe him when he calls her beautiful, thinking he's just telling her what she wants to hear, but once she realizes that he's being genuine, oh my goodness! She's just... She giggles! Just giggles!

Edit: I might name the guy Armando Panadero. Armando meaning "army man" & Panadero being the Spanish equivalent of the surname Baker. Basically, a person who makes bread. It's also a Spanish dance, similar to the flamenco, so he might enjoy dancing.

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

*In a text conversation*

Pepa: I like my hair pulled and I like to be choked. But I also like to cuddle and have my nose and forehead kissed.

Felix: Treat you like a princess, fuck you like a whore. Got it.

[bluehairedboyfriend]

I feel like everyone who is obsessed with encanto should read 100 years of solitude tbh