#encanto continuation

[jacarandaaaas]

as we’ve already established multiple times before I am slightly delusional! so in my delusion I’ve attempted to work out when the hypothetical encanto series is coming. For reference the tangled show came in 2017 so 7 years after the original. It’s currently 2024 so encanto will be turning 3! so if something was in development I think the earliest we would get an announcement is 2025. again this is literally just hypothetical I don’t know anything but I’m manifesting this 🤞

[picklepie888]

I hope we continue this trend of having a breakout animated film at the end of every year from now on.

[brumiramybeloathed]

A brumira idea I've had is, what if Bruno actually left the Encanto after Mirabel's ceremony and then Mirabel left the Encanto after Antonio's?

I've seen both of those floating around, and I've even seen a Brumira story where Bruno left the Encanto and then Mirabel decides to leave when she's 17/18 and they meet up at a bar.

But. I'm thinking something that sort of combines the two.

When Bruno leaves, he takes very little with him. Some changes of clothes, some food he pilfers, and that last vision. He hikes over the mountain and settles in the first town he comes across, not wanting to be too far, but not willing to stay. As a Madrigal, he helped the community in a variety of different ways, so he is skilled enough to make a living. So he does. Eventually, he settles on wood working, carpentry. He gets to be artistic and he gets to make things that actually help people, unlike his visions.

Mirabel, 10 years later, pushed aside by her family over concerns of the magic and her lack of gift and other issues, leaves. No one besides Abuela Alma knows he had a vision, as he took it with him and met no one on the way out. So. The day after Isabella's engagement to Mariano, two days after Antonio's birthday, Mirabel packs a bag with a change of clothes, some food, and some of her sewing supplies. She'll need to support herself after all.

So she walks to the next town over and talks to the tailors and seamstresses about someone hiring her on as an assistant or apprentice. Mirabel shows them her work on her clothes, offers to demo her skills, and most turn her away except one. This one calls Bruno over, as Bruno is good at reading people, even after all this time of not using his gift.

Bruno puts down his tools, comes over and talks to her. About her home life, where she's from, why this town, etc. And he recognizes her as Mirabel, his niece. But she says her name is Veronica Mortize.

So. Two weeks after she arrived at the town and she became the apprentice for one of the seamstresses, Bruno finally finds time to talk to her in private.

So she spills that, yes, her name is not Veronica Mortize, it's Mirabel Madrigal. She talks of her family's gifts, how she didn't get one, how things just got worse and worse for her as everyone grew tired of her being in the way and in the middle of things and she grew tired of everyone leaving her behind. So she left to make a name for herself.

Then Bruno tells her his story. His name, his gift, how everyone treated him. They commiserate over food Mirabel makes that reminds them both of Julieta's cooking.

3 Years go by. The two are busy, providing for themselves and holding down jobs in a town far busier than Encanto, but they meet up every month or so and catch up. Then it moves to meeting every two weeks. Then once a week.

Mirabel tosses out the idea of them living together first.

"We are family after all. That wouldn't be weird, and we would both save a lot of money and be far less lonely."

And. Well. Who is Bruno to argue with saving money?

But he also notices that they sit close together on the couch. That they sit next to each other at the table. That everyone around them thinks they are in a romantic relationship and most don't even know the two live together.

Bruno then notices the odd touches they give each other, across the shoulders, down the back, on the arms and legs. Bruno notices that Mirabel will sometimes look at him longer than perhaps a niece should look at her uncle. And he catches himself on more than one occasion looking at her longer than an uncle should look at his niece.

So they talk about it. It is an awkward, stilted conversation of uncomfortable realizations and begrudging agreement to not go further. They don't look each other in the eye for weeks afterwards. They try to keep their distance from each other. Meal times are quiet and suffocating. People and neighbors and coworkers wonder if they're fighting.

No. Not really. Just trying to reestablish the normal boundaries that family members should have between each other.

They break down three months after The Conversation. They cling to each other, the only comfort they have in a (not so) foreign land, the only comfort they have away from home, away from family. They agree that distance was not helping and that a certain amount of damage has already been done. So long as they don't cross more boundaries, they should be fine.

They keep this up for over a year. Soon, Mirabel is 20. Bruno is 55.

And both are done with the boundaries they upheld for several years now.

They get married with a small ceremony at the local church, using Mirabel's fake name and Veronica Mortize becomes Veronica Madrigal.

3 years later, a rider comes from over the mountain in search for Bruno Madrigal and Mirabel Madrigal. Alma Madrigal is dying and has requested that someone send news to them so she can see them in her final days.

Bruno and Mirabel have a serious conversation about the family, how they would react, was it wise to return as a married couple or should they hide it?

"Mirabel, neither of us are good pretenders, and both of us are already outcasts in that village. What good would hiding do?"

They decide to brave the backlash, Mirabel talks to the lead seamstress about a leave of absence, and Bruno closes his shop. Neighbors and friends wave them goodbye as they head to a mountain that has split down the middle, back to a place neither thought they would ever see again.

[thefourchimes]

decided to do some fic exploring in the ao3 main tag of encanto, without filtering tags

kinda regretting it considering the many different…erm, opinions of people, which are clearly seen through some of the fics here

god why is it so hard to find a good encanto fic that’s interesting, good, and doesn’t massacre the characters’ personalities

sigh

[themoonlad]

I'll eventually get to drawing all the requests and suggestions. Eventually.

Antonio made a new friend and Dolores has to make a difficult decision.

[cmlmrbl]

camilo and mirabel — for the first time

[yellowcry]

The taste of a world I never knew

Luisa feels like grass and sweat in a hot day. Something Anna barely familiar with, and maybe that's why Madrigal attracts her attention so much

Luisa smells like grass. It entered her, emerged under her skin after years of physical labour. Her life was smeared in the taste of sweat. It wasn’t just a small wetness, no. It were giant drops that rolled down her face under the burning sun. When Luisa lifted the heavy things, leaving stainless scracthes. Day after day spent outside, while the sun baked itself into her prominent heavy muscles, always sore from manual labour.

Luisa smells like freedom.

And Anna can't help but longs for it. She herself smells like dust of the lonely corridors. Gazes of the empty walls soaked her dress years ago. Making her sick at the every fingertip. If Luisa was a heavylifter the staining gold of the scorching sun, then Anna was a bird jumping from one branch to another in her cage. Gorgerous and painted but still a cage. Where she had nothing to do.

And she does wonder what it’s like. To spend your days working like this. This is so drastically different from living in a castle without a single person to see. Obvious, Anna was the member of the royal family. But so was Luisa, even if she kept denying it. They were the leaders of the country… City… hovewer it was called. But Luisa was an active part of it. And here Anna had to wait until she was an adult to see the light of a day. 

Luisa is used to be dirty. Mug, chips of stone and lime clung to her sweating hands, hard from callouses. She knew water rising to her knees while Luisa pushed the river out of its bed. And it seemed so fascinating that Anna was one step away from grabbing a shovel herself and work until her bones are aching.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” Luisa chuckled, eyetwitching at the took the tool away. Crouched down to feel the nasty flow. “Holy shit, it’s freezing!”

Anna coughed and sneezed. She had to admit its truth. Colombia was somewhere far beyond the south ocean. Endlessly warmer that Arendelle “Don’t worry, what can’t I do that you can?”Even if they both knew it was a lie. Anna wasn’t Elsa, she couldn’t stay in the show naked amd don’t feel a thing. But, she had to say she was way better than Luisa. Just because she was used to it.

“How do you do this all?” Anna tilted her head, wiping her redding nose. 

“Do what?”

“Work like this?” The thought was amazing. Just feel like a normal peasant, doing their best to provide community with what they needed. Anna found herself enchanted by physical workers. Just because of how wild nature was close to them. The taste of effort burying inside the flesh. It felt magestical. 

Luisa shrugged, twirling the shovel. “It’s just the way things were.” She plays with her bicep in such a proud way, like a show off. They solid, as if someone had stuffed Luisa with rocks to give her hardness and this crazy durabiliry. Anna presses closer, almost sensing the warm Encanto that had sunk under Luisa’s skin. With the heavy rays pressing against her skin for days long. WIth the steaming water between her fingers, fur that was stuck to her blouse or leaves tripping into her hair. Luisa was somebody raised in a nature, much to Anna’s own childhood inside the four walls. In was bland and unfeeling. So now Anna was drawn to every tip of what used to be the outside world. The one Luisa knew so much, she was soaked in it like a ripe apple filled with honey. So Anna snuggled into the powerful flesh, just feeling it. If she was focused enough she could see Luisa somewhere in Encanto, working as she was used to. Anna adored every second of it like a forbidden fruit. And she pressed closer, just wanting to know what it’s like, to feel the freedom of the outside world. Because Luisa feels like grass.

[cempasuchilpodridos]

We all thought Pedro died to save the miracle...or did he? What will be Bruno's fate?

This one's based on El Silbón. Legend has it that El Silbón haunts the Venezuelan and Colombian plains, whistling and looking for new victims.

[jacarandaaaas]

ok question. If the plot of encanto never happened and all the madrigals were stuck in the same positions they were from the beginning of the movie, who would be the first to snap and why?

Also feel free to comment reasons I’m very invested in this! <3

[oncexinxmyxdreams]

Encanto OC Event Week 1: Alejandra Cordova

Moodboard for Alejandra. 📿

Full Name: Alejandra Graciela Salazar Cordova.

DOB: May 24th, 1920.

POB: Villavicencio, Colombia.

Likes/Hobbies: Horseback riding, hiking, rainfall, watching a sunrise, and playing with her mice. She loves making bead jewelry. She also makes lampshades, windchimes and mobiles out of glass and other trinkets.

Dislikes: Nosey, loud people, arrogance and her father leaving. Having meltdowns when very upset. She especially dislikes seeing her twin suffer from migraines.

MBTI: ISFP

Height: 5'1"

Hair Color/Style: Dark brown and usually in a loose braid which has loose strands flowing around her ears. Hair is naturally curly, Type 2B, mid-back and no bangs.

Eye color: Jade green.

Sexual Orientation: Asexual.

Voice: Sofia Carson.

Positive Traits: Friendly, warm, caring, creative and quiet.

Negative Traits: Easily stressed, disorganized, low self-esteem. Can be bitter.

Habits: Fiddles with her hands often and touches her left arm when nervous.

Talents: Glassblowing and excellent horseback rider.

Pets: Her horse Acosta. He's a dark brown Paso Fino. Three mice named Violetta, Rodrigo and Yareli. She's always had a couple of mice since as a teen.

Favorite Food: Empanadas.

Career: Glassblower. Tried running her own jewelry business but didn't work.

Family: Fraternal twin sister Francisca. Her dear mother, Mercedes Reyes. Pablo Salazar, her father, who left when she was 13. Paternal grandma, Perla, who passed when she was a toddler. Paternal grandpa Arturo. There's some uncles, aunts and cousins, but she wasn't close to them. Doesn't know her maternal family side, except that her mom has a little sister. Her grandma Maria had a fallout with Mercedes and forbade the family to communicate.

Backstory: Alejandra was a shy, but loving and playful child. It seemed like everyone adored her for how cute and sweet she was compared to Francisca. However, Alejandra didn't like the attention. She didn't like everyone talking to or about her. Whenever she made a mistake, it led to self-esteem issues. Thankfully, Mercedes was there to guide, encourage and love her. Francisca was close to her despite being opposites.

When her parents annulled their marriage, Alejandra took it hard. Pablo hurried off with his new love and didn't contact his daughters. Alejandra felt betrayed but missed him. After all they used to be close. Less than a year later, he suddenly invited the girls to his wedding and the whole Salazar family was in Medellin. They attended, but it went downhill. Alejandra suddenly lost it and had a meltdown before the ceremony! Next time she heard from Pablo again it was 10 months later: he announced he had a new baby daughter! To her, it felt like being replaced.

After Mercedes died, there was no word from Pablo about what happened (though he learned it far later.) With no other family and only 15, the girls were alone. They went from place to place, living on odd jobs. 5 years later, due to a bizarre and frightening situation, they were separated and feared they'd never see each other again. That was easily the worst time of Alejandra's life. She celebrated her birthday without her sister for the first time. She tried living on her own while hoping Francisca was alright. Saving the details for later, but after 6 long months, they were reunited.

During Casita's rebuilding, new changes are underway for Alejandra. She's turned 30 and has lived in Boyacá for a few years. She loves her job as a glassblower, her animals and sharing a home with Francisca. Yet she feels like she doesn't belong; like she's missing another piece of her life. She decides to make amends with Pablo. Riding Acosta she arrives to Medellin, and finds out she has 10 half siblings! When father and daughter talk, it feels awkward. They don't click like expected, and she wonders what's wrong. Despite apologizing for ruining the wedding, they both fight. She abruptly leaves as thunder and lightning hit the sky. Lost in a violent storm, Alejandra rides southwards feeling angry, confused and unloved.

If you've read my fic, Miracles Come in Pairs, you know this part. 😉 Alejandra encountered familiar and dangerous colleagues. (People who were responsible for tearing the twins apart.) She was relentlessly pursued through jungles and mountains...into the Encanto...where danger couldn't follow. She encounters the Madrigals, not at all once, but different points. She's surprised they're so kind and helpful to a stranger. She doesn't know anything about them or the place since Mercedes barely discussed her past. Casita's been alive again for just two days but remains still, so she's not startled. How would an outsider react to a magical house or unusual gifts? Slow introductions.

Julieta and Pepa are sure Alejandra's related to Mercedes. They look eerily alike and it sparks hope they'd reunite with their old friend. Bruno...poor man feels like he's seen a ghost. After meeting Alejandra, Bruno recalls a vision from when he was a teen. Hidden deep among all the past tablets, one he completely forgot, and nobody else saw. It's Mercedes holding a baby girl. At the time, he thought it was predicting Mercedes's new sister. Now? What if that baby is Alejandra?

@encanto-extended-edition

[foreveranevilregal]

Pepa with insomnia? And how it affects Felix?

I'm back! I know I took a bit of a break from writing, but I'm back to doing prompts. This was a really fascinating idea; I loved delving into how her anxiety spills into insomnia. It's more of a character study, but I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

It was happening again. The dreams. One minute she was sound asleep, the next she was bolting upright, chest heaving from her jagged breaths. There would be no getting back to sleep. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, planting her feet on the ground.

He must have sensed the shift in the mattress; the way it dipped lower before rising abruptly. A hand reached out towards her. “Can’t sleep again?” He murmured sleepily.

“No,” she answered quietly. Her hand closed over his, giving it a quick squeeze. “Lo siento, mi amor.”

And sorry she was, she reflected; standing up and turning to face her still sleeping husband, whose body sprawled over half the bed, yet did not encroach on the space meant to be hers. Space that was rapidly cooling, leaving the hand resting there touching cold sheets.

She was familiar with the phenomenon, of course, having experienced it on the other side of sunrise. When her racing mind would finally run out of fuel and allow her to rest, she would collapse into bed. If she was lucky, her sleep would overlap somewhat with Félix’s. Usually, she would fall asleep just as he was rising. And then it was her turn to touch cold sheets.

Of course, they were never quite as cold in the morning as they were in the middle of the night when she would rouse.

Everything was worse at night. The darkness thick, enveloping her like an inky fog. The cacophony of jungle sounds all the more jarring without the noises of people going about their day to camouflage it. The thoughts in her head free to take over, unencumbered by the endless list of errands she would undertake during the day to stave them off.

Thoughts that were currently rendering her unable to sleep next to her husband, the way she should be. That caused her to wake up, trying to smooth out the deep shuddering breaths and calm her pounding heart. That hung the cloud over her head whose smothering presence she could feel more than see.

When her mind raced like this, she felt like a windup toy that someone had wound until the key jammed and then stuck in a box; rattling restlessly, unable to rid itself of the pent-up energy inside. Fortunately, though her mind felt trapped, her body was entirely free to move. So move she would.

Crossing to the other side of the bed, she pressed a gentle kiss to Félix’s cheek, whispering another contrite apology. They both knew that her sleepless nights rolled into miserable mornings, when she would show up for breakfast too late, gulping down scalding hot coffee just to keep herself awake through the meal. The coffee made her heart race, and she didn’t love the bitterness, but she’d learned to accept drinking it black.

She’d learned to accept a lot of darkness in her life.

Like how when she was a young girl, she saw things lurking in the shadows that danced on the walls. Things that her mamá insisted firmly were just a figment of her imagination, sometimes accompanied by a touch of exasperation. At a certain point, the idea that Pepa was too old for such nonsense got peppered in. Pepa had never wanted to make her mamá mad, and she knew how hard she worked all day to keep the encanto running smoothly. After a while, she stopped bothering her mamá with her nighttime torment. But she kept seeing them.

Things that Bruno told her were all manner of scary monsters, waiting to snatch her up. The wider her eyes grew in terror, the more he kept embellishing his stories, lips spreading in an indulgent grin until he would break down in laughter and say he was only kidding.

After Julieta realized this was happening, she scolded him sternly, telling him to knock it off. She tried to reassure Pepa, that the shadows were merely objects around the room leaving their grotesquely stretched imprint on the walls. It wasn’t a bogeyman, just a table and lamp casting an unfortunately distorted shadow.

When they turned 5, their casita had given them magical gifts. Bruno had gotten the gift of prophecy. His stories, though they had gotten rarer, were all the more terrifying now, especially when he made his eyes glow green while he was talking.

Julieta had gotten the gift of healing. Pepa had lost count of how many times she had begged her for an arepa or pandebono or something to heal her from the horrors inside her head. Even though Julieta always obliged her with whatever food she had on hand, it never helped.

Pepa got the gift of affecting the weather with her mood. It was small things at first, like a light drizzle when she was upset, or a few extra rays of sunshine when she was happy. But as she grew, her power did too, and soon, her stormy moods became literal.

Although Casita had provided them with their own magical rooms once they received their gifts, the triplets preferred to keep sharing. They had grown used to having each other around as they slept. Pepa especially craved the closeness, clinging to Julieta fiercely, as if her sister could protect her from the threatening shapes.

Eventually, they got too old to keep sharing and relented to sleep in their own rooms. But Pepa snuck in to see Julieta and Bruno more often than not. Mostly Julieta, but she also liked her brother more at night now that he wasn’t exacerbating her fears. Sometimes she would just curl up into Julieta and cry as sleeplessness took over her young self, relishing the comfort her sister would offer in return. But then the next morning, she would see Julieta with bags under her eyes, and her mother’s words would ring in her ears.

Pepa had to learn how to get through nights by herself.

The way she was doing now, she mused, wandering aimlessly through the hallways. Bright moonlight bathed the floors where it shone in through the windows. She climbed down the stairs gingerly, careful not to wake anyone else. Old wooden floors creaked under her feet, and she did her best to keep her footsteps light. The steps cast a strange shadow on the floor, a violent zigzag stretched so far that if it were a physical object, it would have snapped. But she didn’t fear shadows anymore.

Life had gotten a bit easier once she realized that the shadows weren’t figures lurking there just to scare her. It coincided with the triplets going off to school. Being around other kids, she learned very quickly what was normal and what wasn’t. Shadows, even weird ones, were normal.

Her gift, on the other hand, was not. Most of the time, she could keep it in check. Control it, even. Every time she made it rain on the crops, or sunny to dry clothes, people were always grateful to her and her Madrigal gift. But when her emotions overwhelmed her, when she felt the tears flooding her eyes… well… sometimes she actually flooded. Lord knows the floor of her classroom wasn’t in need of rain. Yet rain she did after failing her first test. And the courtyard didn’t need an ugly gash running through it, but she couldn’t control the bolt of lightning that crashed down next to her. In her defense, those boys shouldn’t have been trying to touch her.

Of course, the piéce de résistance of her long list of weather-related disasters was the hurricane she caused on her wedding day. Okay, it wasn’t exactly her fault. Bruno had provoked her. Again. It was his fault she caused a hurricane.

The shadows that haunted her morphed from literal to figurative. Her dreams were no longer filled with shadowy figures waiting to ambush her. Now they featured her schoolmates, laughing at her for crying so hard she ruined her notebook. Calling her names behind her back, many of which her mamá would have washed her mouth out with soap for repeating. Mocking her mercilessly for anything and everything they could think of, from her hair to, later on, how friendly she was with boys. Mostly from boys she wasn’t so friendly with.

She would always wake suddenly, panting hard, with a shadowy cloud overhead. Her heart would pound like a drum and her hands felt clammy and cold, like they did when she’d get sick all the time before Julieta got her gift. Sleep was impossible, so she’d toss and turn futilely until the sun rose above the horizon, heralded by the rooster.

Until she realized that, if she was already unable to sleep, there was no point staying in bed. After that, she would get up and wander around until she tired herself out enough to sleep again. People would comment on her tiredness, and she’d always make up some lame excuse. They’d also comment on how quietly she walked, and how often she’d startle them. It was an ability born of involuntary practice.

When she got older, she started leaving the house; sneaking out silently to meander around town. Seeing her animal friends always helped her feel a little better, especially the dogs, to whom she’d give an affectionate pat on the head. There were a few spots she liked to visit when the worries got too loud, but her favorite was the river.

Her mother didn’t like her going near the river, always cautioning her against it. Pepa supposed she thought it was too dangerous, that Pepa would fall in and get swept away by the current, never to be seen again, or God forbid, drown. This supposition was never brought up to her mother.

However, Pepa was careful not to fall in (and unbeknownst to her mother, a strong swimmer as well). She’d sit by the bank, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she stared into the gleaming blackness of the river, broken up by starlight skittering across the surface. What she really loved about the river was that it was loud. Loud enough to drown out the roaring thoughts inside her head.

This was where she was headed now. She knew Félix would be worried if he woke up yet again to find her half of the bed still empty, so she hoped the thrum of the current would soothe her sooner.

Meeting him had been a godsend. Maybe she was the one that could produce sunlight at will, but he was the real sunshine. Many couples joked about how their spouses were the sun in their lives. In her case, it was actually true.

He’d moved to the encanto when the triplets had turned thirteen. He was a little older, and made his presence known from the get-go. Félix was outgoing, lively, charming, funny... He was able to calm her down when no one else could. She hadn’t even realized she was falling in love with him until one day she saw him holding hands with another girl and got the urge to knock her lights out.

Granted, the other girl would have been all wrong for him. Her friend deserved someone way better. Someone who he enjoyed spending time with, who made him laugh too, who could keep up with his dancing. Someone like…her.

He’d given her a pair of sun earrings after they started officially courting, claiming that when he looked at her, he saw the sun. But he was the real sun. If anything, she was the moon; absorbing brightness from him and reflecting it out into the world. It was a more apt comparison, in her opinion. He was an insufferable morning person, like Julieta. When his enthusiastic effervescence wasn’t getting on her nerves, it gave her the boost she needed to get through those awful morning hours before she fully woke up, even after the coffee kicked in.

And she was a night owl. She liked to stay up late, reading, until his snoring caused her to be unable to focus on what happened with María anymore. Then she’d set her book down and snuggle up next to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. At first, she slept a lot better just having him there next to her. But after a while, her night terrors returned once more.

It got worse after Dolores was born. The pregnancy had been so exhausting, she slept clear through the night. But once she was born, Pepa was back to being as twitchy as a mouse. Her dreams changed to accommodate her new fears of being a bad mother, of not caring for her child properly, losing her, hurting her, failing her. Félix, fortunately, was a heavy sleeper, and hardly woke when she did. Pepa would always take care of any nighttime baby business. It just made sense, seeing as she was already awake. Besides, Félix worked so hard…he deserved his rest.

In between caring for her babies, her sleep fluctuated; sometimes better, sometimes worse.

(Except after Bruno disappeared. Then, she would sleep all day and toss and turn all night. But she couldn’t bear to remember that.)

Félix had been wonderful to her throughout all of parenthood. He insisted on taking a more active role with Camilo, hoping that her insomnia stemmed from motherly obligation, and would always give her a kiss and whispered “sleep well”. But it was pointless. Worse, it was affecting him. Where before he would be the first one at the fields, ready to work, now he would lumber in last, stifling yawns the entire time he was there.

Pepa couldn’t stand to see him like this, so they went back to their earlier routine after Antonio’s surprise arrival. For some reason, he’d been easier. Sure, he had all the typical baby nighttime needs, but more often than not, it was his cries that awoke her rather than the twisted voices in her head chanting their litany of all her shortcomings. She guessed that she’d worked through those particular worries by then.

Eventually, her nocturnal turmoil resumed. It had become a sick sort of routine for them: Pepa waking in the middle of the night, Félix sleeping alone, Pepa stumbling into bed exhausted in the early morning just as Félix was getting ready to start his day. They slept alone more often than either of them would have liked, and she knew he missed her as much as she missed him.

Thankfully, it wasn’t happening nearly as often now. Losing her gift was ironically the best gift she could have asked for. Without a physical and destructive manifestation of her emotions, she’d been able to work through things that had been bothering her since she was a child. Even after it returned, she slept a lot better, and as a result, Félix did too.

She passed the church, its steeple distinctive even in the darkness. When she was younger, she used to pray to God to take the fears away. It didn’t seem to help much. Now she prayed for more important things, like the health of her husband and children. They were all doing fine. Perhaps God liked those prayers better.

A cobblestone jutting up made her lose her footing. She rubbed at her bleary eyes, looking up towards the horizon. The sky was still dark, lacking even the faintest tinge of gray, so she guessed not that long had passed. It wasn’t like she could look at the clock to check. Her feet had become uncertain in her weariness. Time for her to return home.

She slipped into the house unnoticed, climbing back into bed as quietly as she could, taking care not to lie on top of Félix’s hand still stretched over the empty expanse of mattress.

As soon as she was under the covers, his arm swung over her hip, pulling her closer to himself subconsciously. He mumbled something unintelligible and smiled in his sleep.

Pepa pressed herself closer into his body. He felt so warm after the chill of the nighttime air. Soon, he would warm her up too, and then they would be sharing each other’s warmth together, asleep in bed at the same time.

The way things were always supposed to be, and the way she hoped they’d stay.

[blookmallow]

caught entirely off guard by this line in the encanto script

[theweirdartust]

ENCANTO CÓMIC UPDATE

Hey guys! Sorry for the long updates, I’ve been busy with stuff in my life and haven’t been on here much. I am finally 16 btw!! I’ll try and post the next part soon and not wait very long, i don’t want to lose you guys it means a lot what you have done for me with all your kind words!! I am going to try to post daily but please bare with me and thank you everyone for all the support!❤️❤️

[1morteveryday]

362/365 👣

[orcelito]

the infinite cycle of "FINALLY we get a female character that's strong AND cute!" as if that's not like. the standard for the rare few female characters that are allowed to be visibly strong lol. like come on, i wanna see some women that r buff as hell & dont care about looking cute while they do it. dont get me wrong i love cute buff women too, but we gotta have some love for our butches out there, ok? ok.

[cempasuchilpodridos]

I love that Bruno goes from this

to this

At first he seems uncomfortable with being touched, but they grow close enough in the movie that he holds onto her