#c: mirabelle

[your-uncle-sheogorath]

Hello Lord Sheogorath and happy (very, very, very early) Sunday. And I mean Early, it's before 1am.

How are you, and how did the week go?

Oh I wasn't really wondering if you had visited the assassins for Business (I hadn't thought of the black sacrement... would Sithis be angry if you tried?). You could have just... popped by and visited.

Speaking of Mirabelle, what has she been up to?

It'd be tempting (if it were possible) to send some of our technology to Nirn, just to see Mora's reaction to it. Though I shudder at what he would do if he ever got access to internet.

I'm glad the general is doing better, though t sounds like he has quite the task on his hands. Also, if that's "just another day"... I'm hoping the people working at the White Gold Tower are well paid; just for having to deal with the sheer oddity of it all.

Not to change tradition, I wish you the best for the week to come! May it give you, your loved ones, and all you care for lots of good times, good fun, and happiness!

Take care of yourself and have a great Sunday!

Hello, Sundas Anon!!

I am... Restless. I crave a a distraction. Something to do. But... What to do? I need amusement!!

Otherwise I suppose I am.

Truth be told, I fail to see the erotic or intellectual appeal of soggy caves. I get how others might, but I just don't see it. So no, no popping anywhere near the Brotherhood hideout anytime soon.

Mirabelle? She is writing a recipe book along with Valaste! They are travelling Nirn in search of all pastry recipes. The more ancient, the better.

Oh, don't worry about the staff at the White Gold Tower. They are more than adequately compensated for their service. And, as far as rumor has it, the General treats his men quite well. He is strict. Very strict. Rigid. As though he had a staff up his... rear. But he has a reputation for integrity.

Thank you so much for your kind wishes! I trust that your week has been a nice one and that the coming one will be packed with all the good things for you and your loved ones! Take good care, Sundas Anon! :3

[bashzzey]

Siffrin the silly alchemist 🧪✨ Based on dialogue with Odile x3c

[astrangeavenue]

like a month ago i was feeling the Anxieties cause i was moving to college soon so i just drew isat characters with a cool pen brush . except odile i drew her like a week ago. but im better now im just busy as freak So you can have some older doobles

second one is based off of a scene from in blood and stars

[aura-likes-all-the-things]

Just realized, every hero has a right to go villain. Some more than others, of course, but to be a “hero” you have to go through some sort of trauma, those are the rules. And the one thing that defines the difference between a hero and the villain is how they react to that, right? So in essence, every hero has a right to go villain.

[andtheyweresiblings]

Hii! hope you are doing well!

I was just casually stopping by your blog because usually notifications come to me when I'm in the office and then I miss them, so I'm happy to see that you're still responding asks and reblogging art. Very nice art by the way!

My heart soared when I saw that you had reblogged the minicomic of one of my favorite writers who I didn't even know they had a blog on tumblr. Just fantastic!

I'm writing to you now taking advantage of mentioning the ship brumira and the few forces to concretize projects about them despite all the ideas that may exist in one's head. Totally understandable.

So I came here to contribute a little bit with an idea that had been on my mind since I first saw this pair on the screen. It may not be an inherently romantic act, and while that's not really the ultimate goal of this action, I consider it a great display of affection, trust and interest that one can feel towards someone, romantic partner or not.

The idea came spontaneously in me when I saw the infamous post-credits scene where Mirabel and Bruno are contemplating the stars, with nothing but each other's company (and rats). As simple, as tender and as intimate as that.

I find it so easy to believe that even though the Madrigals welcomed Bruno with open arms, recognized Mirabel as a talented person capable of doing what she set out to do, and the ending of the film turned out as hopeful as only a di$ney ending can be, I have no doubt that there is still a long way to go for healing.

I think about how even though Bruno and Mirabel have regained their place in the family and I don't doubt that they feel safe and loved at Casita, they both still seek each other out (consciously or not) because they find refuge in each other's company or presence when the world starts to feel too much and they just want to be by the side of someone who doesn't judge them and understands them. Maybe in the beginning they were just looking for a little sympathy from the other.

They don't know how it started, it just happened. One day they were the last ones to get up from the table after dinner because they were so immersed in each other's conversation that they lost track of time. Or maybe the next time, when it was their turn to do the market shopping and they chatted so pleasantly the whole way there that by the time they realized it, they were already at the doors of Casita with a pile of shopping bags. Or the time after that, when Bruno wanted to present a play from the rat theater to the family and stayed up late at night making the costumes for the actors and designing the scenery with Mirabel by his side. Or surely it was the time when Bruno had a panic attack because he again had a bad vision of some villager and Mirabel was there. At that moment words were unnecessary and her mere presence was enough to comfort him.

By the time they figured it out, they had these daytime or nighttime outings where they would spend time catching up on what the other had been up to or simply enjoying the silence while reveling in the wonderful view that only Encanto could offer.

But there were also darker times.

Nights when it was impossible to fall asleep, either because of something that had happened to them that day and they could not stop thinking about it or some nightmare in which, despite their best efforts to tell themselves that none of that was real, that cruel scene of their dreams kept repeating itself every time they closed their eyes.

So, as a last resort, they wandered around Casita until they found some place where they could find some consolation. And either by coincidence, a curious way of helping on the part of Casita, or because the restless soul of one called to the other, both ended up coinciding.

So many times it happened that both offered their respective rooms as a sort of safe house for such situations. It didn't matter what time it was or if they had had a misunderstanding with each other, either had permission to enter the other's room and find a place in their bed.

This was different for both of them of course.

While Mirabel would knock on the door and if she received no answer, either because Bruno was asleep or didn't hear her, she would enter with a blanket under her arm and lie down on the place on the bed that Bruno usually left free. When he noticed her presence in his bed, he would put a pillow between them, kiss her forehead and say a soft "good night", if she was just looking for a place to rest. But, if she wanted to talk to him about what was bothering her then he'd prepare a couple of cups of tea, herbs or coffee and stay with her until exhaustion overcame them both and they would end up in each other's arms until dawn.

On the other hand, Bruno didn't even dare to knock on Mirabel's door the first times. He was just a crestfallen figure, standing in the middle of the hallway with his fist slightly raised. Too worried about interrupting his niece's sleep just because he couldn't get his own, so he retraced his steps back to his room, sadder than before.

That is, until one day, Casita decided it'd had enough.

It threw open the bedroom door, moved the tiles under his feet until he almost fell on Mirabel's bed and closed the door again. Bruno never quite understood Casita when he was younger but that last slam of the door felt almost like a scolding.

"Now you stay here and go to sleep."

When he turned toward the bed, the smile of a sleepy, amused and understanding Mirabel greeted him. Although she lifted the sheets for him to cover himself with them, he refused, covered her again, and lay down on top of the sheets. That night, he got as far away from her as he could without falling out of bed and stared at the ceiling. This didn't matter much to Mirabel but she understood so she moved close enough to him to rest her forehead on his shoulder and the soft scent of the shampoo in her curls and the smell of the Encanto flowers wafting through the open window was enough to lull him to sleep.

Those nights, they did nothing but sleep or talk until they fell asleep in each other's bed, but those nights were a secret they had with the rest of the family.

Of course they weren't doing anything "wrong" but still, they weren't sure if the rest of the family would take it well if they knew.

OK, so much for that. I went on longer than I wanted to, but I hope you were entertained, if only a little.

A very friendly fist bump from a distance!

PS: Is there a nickname we can refer to you by? I'm not sure if you've mentioned it before, but if you did I hope you don't mind commenting on it again :D

Thank you! It's always nice to hear from you! Genuinely, this ask made me smile so much 💚

And yes, a few months ago, I think we got some twitter mirabruno artists migrating over here and I'm still elated about it! I had to experience twitter brumira vicariously so it's very exciting to see some of the people whose art I adored from afar here.

I do disappear from time to time, but I have every intention to return to this blog and keep reblogging art into the foreseeable future.

Now onto the mirabruno portion. You're right! Even with that ending, the road of recovery is far from linear. It's more of a cycle or a feedback loop. Bruno, Mirabel, and the family are definitely in for a ride with lots of ups and downs and back and forth.

This is so sweet!!! Not inherently romantic but still intimate and affectionate has become my brumira sweet spot! I love the idea of these two developing a habit of sharing a bed. If they were to go about sharing a bed this way, I imagine each would soon need the other to sleep, which is another soft and sweet idea on its own.

I bet Casita would help them by creating a secret pathway in the walls between their rooms so they could continue their nightly escapades without the family's notice.

And regarding my nickname. Funny, you should ask (especially because of your URL). I've been in between names for awhile now. A few years ago, I was going by a name that some people may know me by, but I never really connected with it. Over these last few months, I have been trying to think of a name I like. Internally, I've been trying out the name Grey, and maybe it's time to test it out outside of myself. So, you can call my Grey :) Thanks for asking!

[sweet-sallydoll]

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “ mas troca por almoço no domingo

"Claro que sim, a menos que você não queira que eu vá." Fez uma cara de triste, fingindo estar preocupada com a possibilidade.

@talentosamirabel

[demongemz]

“OK, spill, what’s your plan for the zombie apocalypse?” (Mirabel and Imogen) @wildcstdrcams

Imogen took a moment to think “I think it isn’t the best plan when the zombie apocalypse breaks out to be in the country as it will take longer for the virus to reach out there than after a couple of years of hiding to move into the city as most would’ve spread out or died off? I don’t know why but I think I saw something on TV about that. I’m not so sure I’d survive one, Running is my mortal enemy” She pouted before shaking her head to look at the other “What about you how resourceful would you be? Maybe I follow you around like a lost puppy” 

[kitsune024]

Encanto Fanfiction

Golden Halos by AuroraRose2081

Bruno felt it when Mirabel accepted his hands. The rush of familiar magic; the pull of a prophecy coming to fruition before them. But as he stared at his niece within the sand, her glassy eyes illuminated like golden halos in the dark. She saw something he hadn’t, something he’d missed in all his years of telling the future.

He knew there and then that she had indeed been given a gift all those years ago. A powerful, humbling, dangerous gift. Magic like his; except where he toiled too often in the dark…she strode so fearlessly in the light.

Chapters: 9/?

Golden Halos

Mira’s door from my AO3 story Golden Halos. Is it a ‘Mirabel gets a gift’ story? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Because I’m irritating. Anyway I really needed a visual on the door so here it is. Surprised I managed to get it to look the way I wanted. Still need to touch up in places but generally happy with the outcome.

ALSO

Because I know there are people in the fandom with Madrigal OCs out there, these are up for commissions. $40-$60 per depending upon the intricacy. Interested? DM me! :)

[maddilynmuse]

Memory Of Helplessness

CW: Gore, Crushing, Temporary Character Death, Guilt, Vomit.

Hurt, no comfort. Isabeau POV. Technically everyone is there but only Isabeau and Siffrin are mentioned in much depth.

I saw this post for @mari-lair ‘s “Siffrin, more like Sif’s Out” AU and immediately got possessed by angst demons. Please note this post might have spoilers for upcoming comics in that AU, though also, this story isn’t going to make much sense without it.

Also, spoilers for the base game of In Stars and Time too. You’ve been warned!

The King’s Speech washed over Isabeau for the whatever-eth time only to be cut off by Mirabelle for the whatever-eth time. As much as Isa was actually good with numbers, he’d long ago given up on counting these loops, all of them had. It’d just make you go insane. There were enough things driving them insane, including the pit in their guts—snack time had stopped filling it a long time ago, this loop they didn’t even bother.

“Flower for you,” Siffrin said, giving it to their greatest enemy like it was nothing.

It meant nothing. It was just random (at least so Isa liked to tell himself).

Mirabelle put up their Adorable Moving Shield as the King charged his attack. However many loops ago, Isabeau would’ve started buffing defenses, but they were well past the need for that… mostly. Siffrin hadn’t even gotten to level 47 this loop, and maybe they could’ve done a better job of letting him feel useful, but that was fine. It’d reset and he wouldn’t remember a thing. As much as it’d hurt the first few times they did this, it was easier on everyone just to let Siffrin stay down.

Anyways, Isabeau punched at the king with his Paper Mache gloves. There was no triumph to it anymore even as hit points got shaved off like they were fighting a Tristess. Odile followed up with Paper Alpha V. Already down a third. It wasn’t always so easy to beat him. The King’s attack washed over all of them, the majority of it bouncing harmlessly off the shield. Siffrin was almost down. It stung Isabeau’s heart to see the way Sif’s one eye looked to Bonnie, to Mirabelle, then to the rest of them, just like it had the last few times they came here, so he didn’t look. He didn’t look their way at all. No one did.

Maybe they could’ve stopped him if they had.

Isabeau instead braced himself for a blow from the King, eyes screwing shut by instinct….

“I CAN HELP!”

c r A C K

The smell of copper. A horrible drip of blood on stone as the King raised an oversized fist. The feeling of something warm and sticky sprayed on Isabeau’s legs, his torso, maybe just a bit on his face. His eyes opened before his mind could tell them it was a bad idea.

“… Sif?”

Was that Sif? It was hard to tell. There was almost no darkless left. Or any face. Or distinctly human features at all. Mostly just fabric and pulp. The hat, also no longer darkless, floated down from the King’s fist, landing in the puddle of blood and bone dust.

This…

Hah. This was probably what he looked like under the rock. The King is a rock type, after all.

A hysteric laugh at the not-funny not-a-joke escaped Isabeau’s laugh as he tried to take in what he was seeing. His hand went down to tug at the suddenly-stained fabric as though he could still pick them up. “Siffrin?”

How? How did this happen? This wasn’t supposed to happen! It never happened before! Siffrin was supposed to be knocked out! To end up hitting the floor, maybe busted up, maybe bleeding a little, but only normal battle wounds! The King couldn’t kill them until the end, right?

Right?

And, well, sure! Siffrin got the Memory of Useless Idiot. It lowered their stats, but that was fine! With Mirabelle’s Memory of Sadness, they barely needed to fight. And, yeah, they’d been trying to read those Headache Books any time the rest of them looked away for even a second, but it’d come back at snack time, right? Which they… skipped…

“ooooooh….. you must’ve known this would happen. though that look on your face…… perhaps I was mistaken…… either way, Vaugaurde will be preserved.”

They drove him to this. They all drove him to his death. They were supposed to protect him, supposed to make sure he at least lived, and now he was a splatter on the floor again-

“Siffarooni?”

Isabeau reached out once more to the pile of meat and cloth and-

START AGAIN START AGAIN PLEASE START AGAIN-

He awoke to see his hands, free of blood, hovering above grass.

[Isabeau got Memory of Helplessness! When equipped, it makes Siffrin more likely to take damage for him in battle!]

Isabeau threw up.

[remxedmoon]

fortified by age-old condolences

drawings of the northern lights

god, give us clearer skies

open-eyed, entangled in promises

furthering the questions asked

hands tied behind our backs

bared fangs behind a mask

shaking violently. hey guys. aur. aura mirabelle animatic. can anyone hear me in here. c

ok. i’m not actually making any promises here. i don’t know video editing and also!!!! ive got weird fucked up motivation. the last time i tried to make an animatic was like 4 years ago and i forgot about it after a day. but the Temptations. so for now (indeterminate amount of time) you’re just getting the intro tarot cards. For Now.

also for anyone who’s curious, the cards shown here are the sun reversed, the moon upright, and the stars reversed!! i just kept them the same as they were in the mv. from my Extremely Surface Level understanding, the sun reversed can represent pessimism and ignorance, the moon can represent mystery and self-deception, and the stars reversed can represent a loss of faith! again though, i’m not well versed in tarot card readings in Any Way, please let me know if i’m wrong about anything here!

also for convenience and stuff, here’s the flipped version!! again, no idea if i’m ever going to do more with this idea lol. dddon’t get your hopes up or anything

[pillowspace]

I made collages for every single time I've drawn a major character from In Stars and Time, with each drawing sorted by oldest to most recent. I thought it might be fun to share them :)c

(ISAT spoilers)

My every Siffrin (72):

My every Loop (+ Loop-specific Siffrin) (63):

(Note: every Siffrin at the start of the Not Entirely Alone animatic/PMV is Loop, but since that's pre-canon, they are not distinctly different. The Siffrins were split up between Loop and Siffrin's collages)

My every Isabeau (10):

My every Mirabelle (9):

My every Odile (8):

My every Bonnie (I'm so sorry, Bonnie, you deserve better than this) (3):

[purgatored]

" WHAT ?" cherry's expression scrunches at the tone, confusion, panic and frustration mixing in a way that's making her near nauseous . she glances between the woman at her side and emerson, feeling the situation quickly get away from her in a way that only makes the sick feeling grow . " how are you so fucking calm right now ? it's emerson ! she's right — " cherry gestures with intent with her free arm, heart racing as her breaths come quick . " she's right fuckin' there !" there's no way anyone actually seeing what she was seeing could be as calm as mirabelle is right now, and somehow that thought only makes cherry feel more out of sorts . chaos is something she's used to . something she thrives under . but this ? cherry doesn't even know what to do with being this out of control . she looks between mirabelle and emerson, her gaze lightning quick as she tries to gauge what's happening . " jesus christ, you don't see her ?" cherry asks before she swallows thickly . she licks trembling lips as she tries and mostly fails to breathe even . " what the fuck ."

mirabelle had been walking towards the diner, hand tucked away in her pockets, when something caught her attention or rather someone. cherry. it was her sharp, breathless tone that grabbed her first, an urgent shout that was panicked and raw. despite not knowing the woman, her cracked voice set mira's instincts into motion. she was no stranger to a sudden surge of fear — hell, living on the edge of the unknown had been her thing for a long time — but this was different. the woman's voice, shaking with distress, cut through the mundane sounds of the street like a knife.

before her brain fully catches up with her decision, she grabs cherry's arm gently but firmly and momentarily gazes over. though cherry's eyes had been locked on something down the street, mira couldn't see what had her so rattled. there was nothing out of the ordinary — just street and diner. her voice becomes sharp and no nonsense. "hey. focus on me," she finally says, trying to pull her attention away from whatever was making her lose it. she didn't know what was going on, but this wasn't going to happen, not on her watch. "breathe. you're not gonna be any use to yourself, or anyone else, if you keep panicking. all you'll do is make yourself sick."

[sillylittlecharacters]

Y'know, I was thinking about how interesting it was that a vaguely medieval(ish) fantasy setting like Vaugarde had access to the anxiety medication found in Mirabelle's room, before I remembered that

a) There's literally a Sadness called Anxiété

b) Sadnesses are created by an excess of intense negative emotions

c) Sadnesses predate the king, and just increased in number because his presence/trail of destruction/general bad vibes caused more negative emotions

IN CONCLUSION

It makes perfect sense for Vaugarde as a setting to have an extremely advanced understanding of mental health: it's necessary to stop monsters from forming and attacking people. Things like anxiety and depression medication aren't just life saving - they're defenses! It does put an interesting spin on the country's 'party at the end of the world' outlook though...

[andtheyweresiblings]

oh man they totally would wash each other's hair. I can imagine Mirabel getting his hair all lathered up to make a mohawk and other silly things just because she can and because he'll let her. She's having fun and it feels nice, so there's no harm in letting her mess around.

Bruno is a little less confident if only at first. it's not that he doesn't know what he's doing. he's hesitant, doesn't want to pull too hard or get soap in her eyes.

also. since closing your eyes during the wash is almost a necessity. gives them each an opportunity to stare. without the other one knowing. and it's a different feeling, seeing someone vulnerable like that.

(happy to hear the previous ask cheered you up. hope whatever's got you down isn't too bad.)

Yes! I can totally see him getting tripped up about washing another person's hair because he doesn't know how his fingers are feeling on someone else's scalp and that would probably set off his anxiety. Especially if Mirabel washed his hair first because it probably felt amazing, and he wants to return the favor but he cant tell if he is doing it right, you know?

And I love the fact that this activity can be both playful and an opportunity to just stare at the other. Imagine Bruno getting a little too lost at staring at Mirabel to the point he stops what he's doing entirely, and she opens her eyes to peek at what's holding him up. Bruno wouldn't be able to look at her in the eyes for a few days due to the embarrassment of getting caught. Luckily Mirabel finds it endearing. Of course, I could see that situation with the roles reversed too. They're both so entranced by the other.

(And not to worry! It's nothing more than my usual fluctuations in mood. It's like phases of the moon. Your ask came in at a very good time and was the external nudge I needed to get the phases moving along, so to speak.)

[startagainaprologue]

Little bit of Ageswap AU writing!!! bit after Babybelle and Babybeau first meeting and llord they r so nervous

{text} -mirabelle

[text] -isabeau

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{You had done it..! Sort of!!}

{You had gotten yourself a new ally for your journey!}

{They uh… weren't a defender.. like you had hoped. But they were better than nothing!}

{You glance back over to them.. they were another kid, around your age you think? Although they were a bit taller than you.}

{They were nice back when you talked in Jouvente. But they were also… very quiet. Especially right now.}

{Not that you blame them of course!!! You were quiet too right now. You didn't want to bother… but you should probably say something, right????}

{If they were going to be your ally for the rest of this you should atleast.. try to get to know them, you thought.}

{Despite this thought. You stayed quiet for a few more minutes, quietly trying to hype yourself up in your head to say a word.}

{Finally, you worked up the courage to open up your mouth and-}

{Wait.}

{Ohh oh oh no no no wait wait- oh Change-}

{YOU DIDN'T KNOW THEIR NAME.}

{Ahhh oh no no did you forget to ask earlier??? That's so embarrassing!!!!}

{Well you couldn't ask now could you??? It's too late for that now!!}

{Ah… but you kind of had to didn't you… It'd be even MORE embarrassing to not know their name even further from now, right??}

{You took in a deep breath, okay Mirabelle!! You could do this!!!}

{"U..um.."}

{They turned their head to face you. You stared back uncomfortably for a few moments.}

{"HeydoyouthinkyoucouldtellmeyournameI-"}

["WAIT wait- um.. uh. Can you slow down..? I have.. no clue what you just said."]

{They look nervous as they speak.. Change you are messing this up so bad.}

{"R-Right. Sorry.. but uh… I don't think I caught your name earlier? I'm so sorry I guess I just wasn't paying-"}

["…My name?"]

{Their voice was… so quiet. You only barely caught what they said. But it still made you pause.} {They thought for… a good while. Their brow furrowing as they did so. You waited. You didn't want to interrupt.}

["C..Could you call me Isabeau..? And- and um!! He/him..please?"]

{YES.}

{YOU HAVE GOTTEN!! A NAME!!!}

{"Of course! Thank you Isabeau, it's.. nice to meet you!"}

{You smile at him, and his eyes practically light up as he looks at you.}

{…?}

{Oh- Oh Change!!! Is he crying????}

{Uh oh uh oh!! You have to fix this Mirabelle- oh Change-}

{"A-Ah um!! I'm sorry-"}

["Nono no it's.. it's fine.. Thank you.."]

{He reaches up to take off his glasses and wipe away his tears.}

{When he puts them back on, he smiles at you.}

{..Oh!!}

["Thank you Mirabelle, it's nice to meet you too!"]

[elergyhub]

Most people might have been miffed by how dismissive Leo seemed. Mirabel was to some extent, but ultimately she didn't care what people thought and how they acted. As long as they weren't dragging her down then she was okay with everything. "He did steal the whole Hearthsgiving thing and made it his own party. A long night of drinking and a lot of people throwing up." Again, she just thought that he was too wrapped up in his own world to notice. "Does that mean that you're going to stick around more to try and make more mischief around these parts?" Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Leo watched as Mirabel walked closer to him, her finger almost aimed at him before giving a little shrug of one shoulder. She wasn't entirely wrong. While he complained a lot, about most things, Leo didn't actually care if he had to stay at camp - as long as he had his bar, his comforts and his Rhys. When she mentioned Dionysus was actually around camp somewhere, Leo's brow rose ever so slightly before he smoothed any emotion away from his face. "Well if camp is still this dull since his return - papa Dio clearly isn't doing a very good job." He replied, a little venom sifting into his words. While he'd never had much of an opinion of his true father, ever since his talk with Holli about his twin, Leo's mild opinion had tanked quite dramatically.