#encanto post canon

[sorryiwasasleep]

Part of a larger fic, but can stand on its own and I wanted to share it:

Luisa & Alma

The burning in her chest and the warmth in her cheeks made Luisa feel like she was melting, in the best way possible.

Like an ice cube on a hot sunny day.

It was a Friday afternoon and the sky was clear and the birds were singing and she was sitting by a lake with her Abuela, both of them dangling their feet in the water.

They were both high as hell.

It was… an experience for sure for the girl.

Luisa had never even smoked before a few months ago and now she was sitting here with her actual Abuela sharing a joint.

If she thought too long about why she was getting high with her grandmother, Luisa’s chest would start to ache and she would burst into tears again the way she had when they’d first asked her to do this.

Abuela was getting older. It was a fact they all knew.

She was also getting weaker.

Sicker.

And things that used to come easy to her now brought her pain.

They could see it in every step she took, how she was slowing down.

So she coped how she could, and when Mamá’s food stopped helping her, Abuela turned to more natural substances, provided by Isabela.

She was relying on it more now.

But their grandmother also didn’t like to be the only person with her senses impaired, so she often asked the other adult Madrigals to join her.

When none of her children or suegros were available, she had turned to Isabela and Dolores.

Who had then wrapped in Luisa once it became clear she actually enjoyed the partaking of smoke sessions, and wasn’t just attempting and finding it not for herself, or doing so because she felt like she should.

So now here Luisa was.

High with her Abuela.

Abuela offered her the last of the joint and she took it.

As she blew out smoke, her grandmother started speaking.

“My Luisita. I see so much of your mother in you.” When Luisa turned, Abuela was surveying her with affection. She reached out with a shaking hand and patted Luisa on the cheek.

“So strong. So smart and insightful.” Abuela casts her face down, filled with shame.

“So willing to give up yourself for others.” Abuela looks back up at Luisa. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you for so long.”

It’s the first time Luisa has actually gotten a personal apology from her Abuela since everything has happened.

Abuela of course loosened the reigns and things are better now and Luisa has gotten some apologies, but they've been generic or to the family as a whole.

She appreciates this even if it makes her chest ache because well, she thinks Abuela might be trying to cover her bases as she gets weaker and Luisa hates it, because she’s longed for this apology, this remorse, but she also hates how its coming. Hates what she’s now fearing as each day passes.

She's not sure what they'll do when the day comes.

She prays it's not soon.

The apology is a lot.

Tears are immediately in Luisa’s eyes.

Abuela uses her thumb to stroke Luisa’s cheek and wipe away the first tears that fall.

“Abuela I—“

Abuela just shakes her head.

“No, no need to say anything. Unless you want to yell at me maybe.” She shakes her head again. “I don’t deserve forgiveness easily. I almost ruined us.” That last parts slips out as a whisper, but Luisa hears it.

She scoops her grandmother into her arms, which causes Abuela to let out a stunned cry before she relaxes into the embrace.

“Te quiero Abuela.” Luisa lets out through her tears.

She doesn’t forgive her grandmother for what she’s done in the past, but Luisa is more than willing to move forward. She doesn’t want to hold on to bitterness.

Luisa can feel Abuela stroking her back as she starts to hum.

It sparks a memory of when she was five years old and had just gotten her gift.

She’d dropped a brick on her own foot and was inconsolable over it, even though the physical pain was gone in an instant thanks to her madre.

Abuela had taken her into her room and they’d sat in her fancy rocking chair and she’d held Luisa tight to her chest and sang until her tears slowed.

Right now it makes more tears come to her eyes, even as Luisa holds her grandmother tighter.

She wants to cherish this.

Who knows how much longer she can?

[encantobrainrot365]

Into the Unknown (Isa’s Version).

They’ve open up trade routes, explored the next town over, and even taken a trip down to the sea, but Isabela still wishes to leave the Encanto and travel the world. 🗺️🧭🧳👒💺🌁📮🎁🛍️🌅🌇

I bet in a different scene she had her own “I want song”

[ijustreallylikepirates]

Look at these Aroace queens:

That’s all goodbye

[lunaencantada]

Look at her smile!!!! Omg, I'm so happy for Isabela :')

And Abuela supporting her <3

[encantobrainrot365]

I have an idea for a story I like to call Dos Oruguitas: The Mariposa and the Cameleon

It’s the story of Camilo and Mirabel’s relationship and how it changed over time.

Since they are only six weeks apart, they were born basically twins 🤞and grew up together as the best of friends. Just like Isabela, Dolores and the Triplets.

(Credit to @lintushadow-art )

However, things began to 👀, shift, when Mirabel didn’t get a gift.

I imagine the aftermath of that day was difficult for the both of them.

For Camilo, his best friend was just denied a gift, when he himself just got one. While he tried his best to comfort her, it must have been very hard for him to accept. It’s likely he felt guilty and tried to avoid shifting whenever they played together.

Meanwhile, Mirabel just couldn’t help being jealous or heartbroken. 💔 Her primo, her twin, got a gift, but for some reason she didn’t. For a long time she must have worried that something was seriously wrong with her and nothing anyone said could change that.

Then add the fact that Tio Bruno just up and left days after her ceremony. The family was already worried about Mirabel and the magic, and now they’re dealing with the pain and loss of a family member. A primary caretaker and play mate for the kids has disappeared with no explanation. Just like Mirabel’s door.

This would definitely lead to some abandonment and attachment issues.

There was probably a lot of fighting and anger, blame and accusations thrown about too. They might have even avoided each other for some time due to their own insecurities.

However, they still loved each other and they’re best friends, so of course they made up. But in spite of their closeness, they still drifted apart with time. They grew up and faced a lot of big changes. They started going to school; made new friends; developed their own separate interests; took on more responsibilities in town; welcomed a new family member; and just started spending less and less time together and more time apart.

Ten years later, we’re at the start of the movie, now, they’re still pretty close, but they aren’t best friends anymore. For Mirabel, that title belongs to Antonio, now.

So yes, it would be cool to explore the evolution of their relationship. Before and after the events of the movie as they fall apart, only to reunite again.

[encantobrainrot365]

Oooh 😯 that would be cool. Or like a short about the Day of the Dead. Like those episodes in Elena of Avalor. Everyone dresses up in cool costumes and face paint for the celebration 🎉🏵️ and at midnight the whole town gathers at the river to pay their respects, now that they have access to it. Maybe they add a new mural honoring Pedro.

Question for the remaining Encanto fandom members: If we were to get a short, wether it be five minutes or thirty minutes, what would you like it to be about? Personally, I wouldn’t mind a holiday short.

[thefourchimes]

okay, just gonna say this now before i start this post: i have absolutely no problems with alternate universes, go ham with them, go wild, you can have fun, etcetc, they're called alternate universes for a reason, after all

however. HOWEVER.

i have a problem when people say something should have happened in canon, when canon itself disproves or goes against whatever these people want

the reason why im bringing this up?

the whole thing with how some people keep saying mirabel should have [insert the usual things people say here, hate, slap, punch, left, get revenge, etc, take your pick, there's unfortunately a lot to choose from] the family. in the canon movie.

again, i have no problem with alternate universes and seeing them in fanfics or whatever, you do you, could be interesting to see even

but when you start saying this should have happened in canon, its just. no. no.

god, it just frustrates me so much whenever i see these posts and comments, the ones that said she should have gone evil or villain or hate the family and all that stuff

because mirabel herself loves her family. she literally said it outright in the movie!!! its not in her personality and character to just go against them and hate them and want revenge. there will be hurt and hesitance and some resentment after everything she'd gone through, yes, but outright hate to the point where she'll hurt them?? absolutely not.

not with her character, her love and empathy and understanding, the traits we see her show in the movie.

like my friend once said: mirabel "he loved this family. i love this family. we all love this family" would NEVER hurt her family

say it louder for the people at the back!!

and thats not all i want to rant about tbh...the real kicker on this one?

whenever this statement is added on top of it all: "if i were mirabel—"

well, news flash people who keep saying these things, mirabel isnt you. mirabel is her own character who has her own experiences and her own feelings. maybe you'll be able to relate to her, especially with similar experiences, but that doesn't mean you can just copy and paste your own feelings onto her and say this is what she should have done in canon because thats what i would have done!!

we all project onto our favorite characters in various ways, which is completely fine, go at it and definitely not surprising for a story about family issues, but when you start to project so much that you throw away the character's actual personality and characterization in favor of said projection? yeah...no.

thats not mirabel madrigal anymore, that's a completely new character...or dare i say, a self-insert for some people... 💀:////

yeah, im just so frustrated with this AAAAAAA 😭

but anyway yes.

thats it, really. again, AUs are absolutely fine but if someone starts yapping about how canon should have [insert whatever those people keep saying here] instead while disregarding actual canon and proper characters and personalities, im going to become violent

anywho...thats my thoughts on this, went on a bit of a tangent but

yeah

anyway bye—

[foggyfanfic]

Themes vs Realism

Saw an old debate about how isolated the Encanto is and it got me thinking about my own headcanons.

I watched the movie, saw the windows and wine glasses and thought “Oh! They must have trade, glass requires a specific sort of sand and while glass blowers would be relatively common, the odds they had somebody who knows how to make glass frit are pretty low”. And I can back up that argument with research and facts, buying glass is getting more expensive because we’re running low on sand with the right chemical composition, glass frit production would be more likely to happen in towns near silica rich beaches, where as Alma’s hometown looked like it was in the middle of the forest. Nowadays, not every country in the world has the right sand, when I worked with glass blowers they imported their frit from I think a family in Sweden(?) that are like one of the last few people making frit. So glass is actually a very big deal! I digress. Basically, realistically, the fact that they have glass means that they must have some trade.

But that’s completely irrelevant to the movie, isn’t it?

The movie is all about healing from generational trauma, Encanto being completely isolated is better for the movie’s themes. It’s like how we all love the deleted scene where Bruno argues with Alma and says “I wish I was dead” but the writers cut that scene because it gives Bruno confronting Alma on Mirabel’s behalf an extra bit of punch if he was never willing to do so before. Realistically, a deeply unhappy, almost forty adult who is as blunt as Bruno would have had that argument with Alma; thematically, Mirabel’s mysterious Tío couldn’t muster up the courage/passion to confront the movie’s antagonist until he was doing it for love. Realistically, it is actually necessary for Pepa to control her emotions because she can create hurricanes and that sorta disaster could wipe out the village; thematically, Pepa needs to be allowed to let her feelings flow through her without anyone snapping at her about it. Realistically they must have trade; thematically, they must be completely isolated.

There isn’t really a good way for canon to bridge this gap as far as I can tell, in story telling themes usually take precedence over realism, especially in a fantasy setting. But for a lot of people (like me) the funnest thing to do when writing fanfic is throw in a dash of realism and see what comes out of it. Obviously, the way you want to reconcile this is absolutely up to you. I personally care more about the movie sticking to themes than I do it being realistic or conforming to my background knowledge, I’m fully expecting to have most of my head canons disproven when they release more material. That said, for the sake of fic, I think asking questions like “Where are they getting the raw materials to build that” is a great launching pad.

I don’t know how to word my conclusion. That year I spent working with glass blowers is going to butt heads with my suspension of disbelief for the rest of my life? Realism is great for fanfic but not so much in short stories like movies? My head canons will never be canon and it’s better that way?

[valhallavalgrace]

How’ve you been? Made any friends yet?

Also what does your room look like?

LEO: Some of the Einherjar get their own CNC machines and I can request for one, but I feel spoiled enough. Personally, I'm just trying to make friends with someone on Floor 12 to take me white water rafting down there.

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

If you watched Encanto and thought, "sure, Luisa is hot but she doesn't murder enough people and mythological creatures," then stupendous from Krapopolis is the girl for you.

[jacarandaaaas]

shoutout to the incorrectcasita twitter account they always are so real and funny

[sorryiwasasleep]

MadriGALS

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Inspired by them <3

[skatoonyfan1234]

Encanto: Extra Gifts

[this fanfic starts right at the new family picture at the end of the movie]

'La Familia Madrigal!'

As Casita's moving tiles squeezed the family together, the camera flashed.

Sure, the end result of the new family picture wouldn't be perfect, but then again, the Madrigals weren't exactly a perfect family. After all, perfection was overrated.

The Madrigals all managed to pick themselves up, checked themselves for any injuries [Agustin in general], and soon, marvelled at their newly rebuilt house.

'Glad Casita's back.' Mirabel thought.

After all, it wasn't every day you were the only ordinary person in your magical family that had to save your family miracle.

Later, each of the Madrigals checked out the new and improved doors to their rooms.

The gold glows on the doors showed the new and improved images of each family member:

Isabela's image was changed - for her dress had splatters on it, in addition to more exotic plants growing around her, rather than flowers.

Luisa's image on her door had her relaxing on a hammock, similar to the one from the end of the film, and had her holding a barbell in one hand, remembering her super strength.

Bruno's door had rats added around the image, and the image's face now had a welcoming smile on it.

Pepa, Julieta, Camilo, Dolores, and Antonio's doors remained slightly unchanged.

And Alma saw that her door was similar to before, minus the candle, since Casita was now the new magic vessel for the miracle. And Alma's image had a calm gentle smile.

Alma felt a small tear forming in her eye. She glanced to Pedro's portrait, which had been put next to the door, so every time she entered and exited her room, she'd see Pedro. "Oh, Pedro," she said, "Our Miracle is better than ever. Thank you for sending me Mirabel."

It was then her calmness was rudely interrupted.

"Abuela!" Mirabel's voice sounded out, getting her attention.

Alma headed over to Mirabel as fast as her legs would let her.

"Mirabel!" Alma cried, "What's the ma-"

Alma stopped short. She was staring at Pepa, who was staring at something, a worried expression on her face. She saw a snow cloud forming over Pepa's head. Pepa was breathing rapidly. "Pepa?" she asked, "Why are you-"

Pepa said nothing. Still breathing rapidly, she raised a quivering finger, and pointed.

When Alma turned her head to where Pepa was pointing, her jaw fell agape when she saw what Pepa was pointing at - A new door, exactly right next to Pepa's door. This door had a pale yellow frame, which matched Felix's shirt, and the golden image had Felix's image and name on it. On the image, Felix had his hands raised, and a joyful expression on his face, and beams of light were standing from under, and around him, with firework bursts and stars forming around the border.

'No.' Alma thought to herself, gobsmacked. 'This can't be right. Felix is married into the family, so he can't have a gift of his own!'

Before long, all the Madrigals had gathered round to see the sight. Isabela had to lift herself up with her vines to get a look.

They all became shocked, and entranced by the new door; Felix being the most shocked and entranced of all the Madrigals put together. Before anyone could stop him, he walked up to the door, and touched the doorknob, which had the letter 'F' on it - for the first letter of his name.

He almost felt a sharp bolt of energy strike him inside. It felt like a cold chill. And soon, it faded.

"Tio Felix!" Mirabel called, running to her uncle, "Are you ok?"

"Estoy bien; I'm fine, Mirabel," he said. "It was just a cold chill, that's all." he added whilst shrugging.

"Felix!" Pepa exclaimed in a panic, "Are you Ok?!"

"Mi vida, listen," Felix stated, "I'm fine! Nothing to worry about."

But, Mirabel just so happened to notice Felix's hands were glowing, as did Pepa.

Then, Felix noticed it too.

"Whoa." Felix said. "My hands... they're... glowing!"

SUDDENLY!

A beam of light suddenly shot from Felix's left hand, and barely missing Pepa and the other Madrigals.

The Madrigals all gasped and yelped at what had just happened. Then, they stared at Felix.

"What. Was. That?" said Mirabel,

"Felix!" Pepa scolded, "You could've hit me!" Her snow cloud was turning grey.

"B-but I wasn't doing anything!" Felix protested.

Then, another beam of light shot from his right hand, again barely missing Pepa, and the Madrigals, and striking the wall.

Some of the villagers had now seen this, and they were amazed.

Pepa was now very annoyed; a thunder cloud forming above her head. "Felix, can you please stop 'not doing anything' before you hurt someone?!" she snapped at her husband.

Felix didn't answer, he was testing out the strange phenomenon. He let out the light beam from his left hand, only this time, it came out in a smaller beam, and in a pale white light.

he put his right hand into the beam, and it seemed to create little pale white beams, that danced across the walls. As the Madrigals all stared, awestruck, Pepa's thunder cloud faded.

An immense silence almost seemed to follow. almost a half second later, Mirabel broke the silence. "Tio Felix..." she said, shakily, "You.. you've got a gift!"

"I... do?!" Felix said, awestruck.

Mirabel nodded.

Suddenly, Felix's awestruckness turned to joy & excitement. "I... HAVE... A GIFT!" he exclaimed loudly, throwing both his hands up into the air. Almost immediately, fireworks were created high above the Casita, almost as high as the cracked mountains.

Every Madrigal cheered, and awed in amazement at the fireworks, then pulled Felix into a massive bear hug.

All of them, that is, except Bruno, who stood with Alma as they watched.

"I don't believe it." Bruno muttered. "Felix has gained the gift of controlling light. I guess when the miracle returned, it must've improved the magic somewhat, and made it so Felix, who married into the familia, got a gift of his own."

"Si, Brunito." Alma said.

Meanwhile, with the other Madrigals, Mirabel was suddenly realizing something herself. Isabela was the first to notice, and soon, all thew other Madrigals that were celebrating looked at her.

"What's up, sis?" Isabela asked.

"Well, Isa, I've been thinking," Mirabel said, "if the magic gave Tio Felix a gift and a door, does that mean...?"

It was then her thoughts were rudely interrupted.

"Look!" Antonio cried, pointing to Julieta's door.

The Madrigals looked where Antonio was pointing, and there, exactly right next to Julieta's door, was a door with a cobalt blue frame, the same colour as Agustin's vest and pants. As Mirabel went up to it, followed closely by her parents and abuela, she saw the golden image had Agustin's image and name on it. On the image, Agustin had his hands on hips, and a confident expression on his face, and in front of him and behind him, there were 2 silhouettes of his body; the one behind him seemed to be twice his size, and the one in front of him seemed to be half his size. There were arrows all around the border, some pointing up, some pointing down.

Mirabel turned to her father, who was staring, awestruck. "I think this is your door, Papa." Mirabel said to him.

Almost as if he was entranced, Agustin walked up to the door, and touched the doorknob, which had the letter 'A' on it - the first letter of his name.

And, like Felix, He almost felt a sharp bolt of energy strike him inside. It felt like a cold chill. And soon, it faded.

"Papa!" Mirabel called, looking at her dad, who was flexing his fingers. "How do you feel?"

"Si, I'm fine." Agustin said. As he came down the stairs, he saw Felix showing off his gift, by creating light in different colours from his fingers. "Wow. I mean, I thought the miracle never granted gifts to people who married into our familia, but now, for whatever reason it is, it's now actually changing the rules! This discovery is muy grande!" he exclaimed.

Suddenly!

Agustin began to glow, in some sort of pale green light.

All the Madrigals and the villagers stared, gobsmacked.

"Papa! You're glowing!" Isabela said, awestruck.

"Am I glowing?" said a surprised Agustin. He looked at himself, and saw it was true. "I am!" he exclaimed.

Soon, the glow faded.

And then, to the other Madrigals' amazement [and shock], Agustin's left hand grew bigger, almost to double it's size.

"Ay!" Agustin exclaimed, gobsmacked at what he saw. Then, almost immediately, his right hand grew to match his left hand.

"WOW!" Agustin said, looking at his enlarged hands. "Have I been stung again?"

"It's no sting, Papa-" said Mirabel, but then, her jaw fell agape. "Papa!" she exclaimed. "You're growing!"

"He is growing!" Camilo exclaimed.

"Oh my!" Luisa said, her eye twitching.

Indeed. Agustin's body seemed to be slowly scaling up in proportion. The Madrigals, and the villagers watched.

Pepa started breathing heavily again, and her snow cloud returned.

"Uh, Papa," said Mirabel, "I think you'd better get out of Casita!"

The growing Agustin didn't need to be told twice; he bolted for the door, and headed out, bumping his head on the door frame as he did. The other Madrigals, and the villagers, all followed behind him.

As soon as they were all outside, they watched with stunned and shocked expressions on their faces, as Agustin, bathed in the evening light, grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, until he was as big as the mountains surrounding the Encanto. And his clothes; shoes, socks, glasses and all, grew with him.

And, almost as quickly as it started, it slowed down, and stopped.

"Holy cow." Felix said, awestruck. Immediately, Pepa fainted.

"WOW!" Agustin said in a voice that rivalled thunder, making the other Madrigals, and the other villagers, wince and cover their ears. "I can see the whole village from here!"

"I think i nearly went deaf!" Luisa exclaimed.

"Papa, I think your gift is to change your size!" Mirabel shouted up to him. "You've become a giant!"

Agustin looked down at himself, and his jaw hung. It was true - he had grown to giant size. "Ay ay ay," said the giant Agustin, awestruck at what had happened to him. "You know," he added, pulling at his shirt, "I was worried for a second I would end up naked, but my clothes grew too! This is EXELENTE!" he exclaimed, jumping a little.

And as he jumped, his giant shoe almost stepped on the Madrigals, and the villagers, who yelped. and then wobbled to stay upright; Luisa grabbing hold of Alma so she wouldn't break her hip.

"Agustin, you nearly stepped on us!" Alma shouted.

"Lo siento, Abuela!" Agustin called, squatting down to see the other family members. "It's real hard to see where I'm gonna step. I never even saw you all down there; you're all so pequeño!"

Suddenly, Agustin began to glow again; this time the light was a pale pink colour. "Uh?" he said, puzzled. "I'm glowing again!"

The Madrigals watched as Agustin's shadow that covered them seemed to quickly go down, and down, and then, it disappeared.

"OK, Papa, I think you've had your fun now." Mirabel said.

But there was no answer.

"Papa?" Mirabel said, her heart starting to pound. "Papa?!"

"Agustin? Mi amor?!" Juileta called, starting to sound panicked. "Where are you?"

"Tio Agustin!" Antonio called out loudly. "Where are you, tio?"

"Agustin?" Alma called. "Dónde estás?!"

"We have to find Papa!" Luisa cried. "It's getting late!"

By this time, Dolores was already using her super hearing to listen out for Agustin. Suddenly, she heard something. "Espara! I can hear something!" she called. Mirabel and the other Madrigals all stopped panicking, and listened.

"Hey! HEY! Estoy aqui! I'm down here!" squeaked a tiny voice. It was very very close.

"That's Tio Agustin!" Dolores said. "He's close by, but he sounds very squeaky for some reason." she added.

Mirabel was the first to take action. She knelt down to her knees, and looked, and almost immediately, she stared, jaw hanging. What she had saw was a tiny [and thankfully, fully clothed] version of her dad, jumping up and down, on a rock.

Agustin looked no bigger than a bug.

"Mirabel!" squeaked the tiny Agustin.

"Papa?!" she said. "Is that you?"

"Si, Miraboo, It IS me!" Agustin yelled.

'Ay ay ay.' Mirabel thought. 'Papa's gift can make him tiny as well as a giant. I'd better pick him up before anyone steps on him.'

Mirabel picked her miniscule dad up, cupping him gently in her hands.

"No te precoupes, Papa." said Mirabel. "I'll take you back to Casita."

As she turned round, Alma caught up to her. "Mirabel!" she cried, "where's your father?"

"Well, Abuela," said Mirabel slowly and thoughtfully, "there's good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?" Isabela asked.

"I found Papa." Mirabel said.

"Oh, that's a relief." Pepa said, gasping for breath.

"Where is he, Mirabel?" Alma asked, anxiously.

"Actually, Abuela, that's the bad news." Mirabel said. She showed the bug-sized Agustin on her hand.

"Hola." the tiny Agustin said sheepishly.

Julieta's eyes widened, upon seeing her miniscule husband. Alma's jaw hung.

"Whoa." Dolores said. "Tio Agustin is tiny!"

"And I thought Bruno was tiny enough." Camilo joked, earning him a sharp nudge from Felix, and a scowl from Bruno.

"I think his gift is being able to change his size." Mirabel stated.

'No prizes for guessing.' Alma thought to herself.

"Papa, could you grow yourself back to normal?" Mirabel said.

"I can try." Agustin said.

Mirabel put her father down gently on the ground.

Agustin took a deep breath, and, Within seconds, Agustin grew right back to his normal size. Julieta hugged Agustin tightly. "Oh, mi amor," she said, "don't ever scare me like that again!"

"We were pretty worried." Luisa admitted. "I have to say, we were worried."

"Yeah." Camilo said, "It was almost as bad as the time the village donkeys got into Casita."

"I remember that, too." Felix said. "I haven't forgotten when it happened - we spent all morning herding them out, and all afternoon cleaning out donkey dung, and your mama, she screamed so loudly, hailstones fell down into-"

"Alright, I get it!" Pepa snapped at her husband.

"I was just stating." Felix said, raising his arms in an 'I Surrender' gesture.

"I guess that means Tio Agustin's got a gift, too!" Antonio said, "Just like Papa!"

"Certainly has." Mirabel said to her youngest cousin.

As Alma said the family's thanks to the villagers for helping them to rebuild the house, The Madrigals walked back into Casita, talking about how eventful the evening had been, it was about then Alma suddenly noticed something. "Espara!" she called. The Madrigals all stopped.

"What's up, Abuela?" Mirabel asked.

Alma motioned to the door above the front door. The door that had once led to the nursery that had been Mirabel's room.

Almost immediately, the Madrigals looked at Mirabel.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mirabel asked.

She soon found out; for Alma led her to the door.

Mirabel saw her image - it had her image carved in it, in a pose almost similar to Alma's door. Around her, were butterflies swarming around, and in her hands, was a heart-shaped ball of light.

Then she saw her doorknob, with the Letter M on it. It was similar to the doorknob she'd placed on the house when it was rebuilt.

Alma motioned her to touch the doorknob.

Mirabel slowly reached for the doorknob, but stopped. She was hesitant.

She thought back to her gift ceremony, when her door vanished before she received her gift.

Was this fate, giving her a second chance to relive her gift?

Only one thing was for certain - the only way to find out was to find out.

She shut her eyes, and took a deep breath, and touched the doorknob. The door glowed brightly. And then...

She opened the door.

The door led to a room which looked almost similar to the nursery/Mirabel's room from before - albeit with a colour scheme that matched her dress - white on the ceiling, teal versions of the nursery walls, and dark brown floor. and there were decorations on the walls that also matched her embroidery on her clothing.

Mirabel looked up, and gasped.

"Wow." she said, her eyes widening.

Suddenly, her hands glowed, and a swirl of butterflies swirled around her, like magic, all in the colours of the Madrigals' outfits. it lasted for a while, and then stopped.

Other than that, Mirabel looked puzzled. She still looked the same giftless Madrigal she was.

"Wait." she said, puzzled. "Where's my gift?"

Alma stepped up. "Mirabel." said Alma. "I think I found out why you didn't get a gift at your ceremony."

"Why?" Mirabel asked.

Alma smiled gently. "You care for and respect our family. You helped them through their problems, and helped to save the miracle. Your gift is you."

"It is?" Mirabel said, still a little confused.

"You will be a true matriarch of the Familia Madrigal one day." Alma said.

Mirabel's jaw dropped. "Me?!" she said, puzzled, "But, Abuela, I'm not old enough for this! I'm not sure I can do your job! I-"

Alma cut her off. "Mirabel, I can't keep running the Familia Madrigal forever." she said. "Soon, I will find a sucesora, someone to take over my mantle, my duties, my responsibilities, and my love and caring for the family, and the Encanto, when I go."

Mirabel knew this would be true - one day, her Abuela would pass away, but no matter what, she'd always support her family, until the day she retired as the matriarch of la Familia Madrigal.

"And," Alma finished, "I know just who my sucesora will be."

Mirabel looked out at the town and village of the Encanto, as it glowed in the darkening twilight, and realized that soon, in the future, the task of being the matriarch of the family, and possibly the village, would fall on her shoulders.

When that would be; even her Tio Bruno wouldn't say, but she knew that now her family could use their gifts to be themselves, and help others, they would be fine.

"Si, Abuela." Mirabel said proudly. "I wouldn't have mi familia any other way."

Both she & Alma hugged, and the other Madrigals watched from the door.

They knew things were gonna be much different in the Encanto now, but no matter what, they'd get through it as a family. Things were gonna be just fine.

After all, the Madrigals now all had gifts, and they were a complete family - what could happen?

[redheadlesbianfreak]

I’m really glad that people in the TMNT fanbase have finally started calling out the insistence that 2012 Splinter is irredeemably abusive. As well as how the criticism comes across as racist. The way the character is depicted in the show versus the way he is often depicted in fan content is like night and day. I’m open to different fan interpretations, but I’ve seen an insane amount of fans confidently state that he’s canonically abusive. And this is one of the worst misinterpretations of canon I’ve ever seen in fanon.

2012 Splinter was raised in Japan, and seems to take on a more East Asian style of parenting. He’s stricter with his sons, but usually when they put themselves or their brothers in danger. However, I would say that he’s far more gentle and understanding than anything else. And I would like to clarify that reasonably disciplining your kids and teaching them right from wrong is not abusive. That’s what it means to be a parent. Never correcting misbehavior is another form of abuse, one that borders on neglect.

Another thing to consider is that he’s in a very unique situation. Splinter and the turtles are mutants. They will never be accepted by society and will always be seen as monsters; he knows this. He teaches his sons how to fight so they can defend themselves in a world that will try to hunt them down and kill them. He has nightmares about his sons dying. The show explores the terror he faces as a parent, which is something he’s already experienced with the loss of his daughter and wife.

Splinter is devastated and relieved to find that Miwa is alive. He loves her as his daughter, but that doesn’t mean he no longer sees the turtles as his sons. He views them as being his children just as much as his biological child. He clarifies this to Leonardo. The reason I love TMNT so much as a franchise is because it’s one of the few pieces of media that explores familial love within an adopted family. And TMNT 2012 constantly reiterates that family can look unconventional and does not need to be bound by blood.

Splinter is a realistic depiction of a parental figure. Most parents in media are either abusive or perfect with no in-between. Splinter is the type of parent who tries his best but still makes mistakes. In real life, there is no such thing as a perfect parent. Even the kindest parents are going to make mistakes from time to time. But my favorite thing about Splinter is that he almost always owns up to his mistakes. Rather than doubling down or pretending he did nothing wrong, he admits his wrongdoing and apologizes. And that’s way better than a lot of parents.

I don’t want to get too personal, but I grew up with several abusive adults in my life. I know firsthand what it’s like to experience very violent abuse at the hands of an adult. It fucked me up and I’m still recovering from it. Pretty much none of those adults ever admitted wrongdoing or grew as a person. In their eyes, they were always in the right and I deserved what I was getting. I would’ve loved to have a patient and kind adult in my life like 2012 Splinter.

Abuse looks different for everyone, and I don’t want to imply my experiences are universal. But as someone who did grow up in that environment, it’s upsetting to see people blow Splinter’s actions out of proportion in order to validate their dislike of a him. To me, it feels like fans are using the abuse as a tool to make their opinions look morally correct. As a writer, I understand making alternate universes to amp up the angst potential. But insisting that fanon is canon is where I draw the line, especially when it comes to willfully misinterpreting a character.

[0ruguitas]

In light of the news about Moana, how do we feel about the possibility of an Encanto live action? Personally, I’m scared and shaking like a leaf imagining LMM (or any other actor) playing Bruno. 🤡🤡🤡

I think Disney was intentionally mindful about casting Colombians for the voice cast of Encanto so i don't think they would be stupid enough to walk back on that for the sake of putting Lin in a fucking Bruno costume lmao. Not to mention if they got Dwayne Johnson and Auli’i Cravalho to reprise their roles i don't see why they couldn't do that with other actors.

Honestly though they could cast John Leguizamo himself as Bruno and I'd still hate this trend of doing live action adaptions of their animated movies. Like, Moana came out in 2016!!! What nostalgia is there to even capitalize on there???

[uwu-scraptrappy]

*sobs into a wine glass filled to the brim with milk* no one fucking understands my vision

[Image ID: a digital sketch of Bruno from Encanto and Emperor Belos from The Owl House. At the top framed with yellow stars is text reading "New Ship Dynamic!" Bruno is drawn with big hazel eyes and is blushing pink. Written underneath him is "the warmest, most beautiful brown eyes you've ever seen". Belos is drawn in his cloak but with his hair in a ponytail like in "King's Tide" His eyes are Weezer blue. He's also blushing and there's a red arrow pointed at him saying "I want him dead". "Dead" is also written in read. Underneath Belos is text reading "Blue." Next to the bold text is smaller writing which says "(he is also evil)". "Blue." is underlined and written in bold. Between them is a pink heart with little yellow sparkles, and between the text below them is an X, as they are being shipped.

The second image is the same as the first, except Bruno's face is completely blacked out save for his eyes, which are now the same toxic green as when he has prophecies in the source movie. He is still blushing pink. Replacing the text "the warmest, most beautiful brown eyes you've ever seen" is bold text reading "Toxic green". End ID]