#isabella madrigal

[katealpha]

Comm from @weiner-does-preg

Isabela thought she’d escaped having five babies when her marriage proposal with Mariano fell through. However after fully unlocking her powers, she had no idea eating seeds at the wrong time of the month would lead to babies growing inside her anyways. At least it’s not whole melons, despite feeling like such at this point. Poor Izzy…

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

Older siblings in media are so often misunderstood. Either adored or hated, but never an in-between. The pressure is always there, never enough or too much.

It’s the Steven Crain’s who are hated, the Fiona Gallagher’s who are forced onto a pedestal, the Dick Grayson’s who are reduced to nothing but their mistakes and issues, the John Dory’s who is only ever the oppressor and never the oppressed, the Isabela Madrigal’s who are considered vain and self centered.

It’s the eldest child who has no one on their team because they are the leader, and that is either meant to be taken from them or only ever for them.

It’s the Kate Sharma’s and the Anthony Bridgerton’s. It’s the Bill Weasley’s and it’s the Dean Winchester’s. It’s the Eric Matthew’s and it’s the Elsa’s.

The eldest sibling whose mistakes are over analyzed or completely ignored, who are never seen as humans because they are something to claim or destroy. The first born who is never understood in media or by fans, maybe it’s because acknowledging the fact that they’re human means they aren’t perfect is too much. Or maybe it’s because acknowledge that they are human and therefore cannot be defined by their mistakes and the weight they carry is too much.

They are not allowed to be perfect and yet if they are anything but perfect the world would riot.

[litel27-2point0]

my encanto style sketches

I just love how I sketch them 🤭

[inksplit]

[brynnsasha191]

Mirabel Madrigal is my favorite character Disney has ever produced and I need to take a second to talk about it.

The scene where Antonio gets his gift is so utterly beautiful and heartbreaking to me. And it's so telling of Mirabel's character.

Before Antonio asks for her she looks at him from behind, in the shadows. The rest of the family is watching from the outside so logically she should be too, but she's not. She's watching him from the shadows, again conveying she feels like less a member of the family. Her family barely notices her absence. Not only is she watching from the shadows, she's watching from where she can truly support him, in a significantly more intimate place then other Madrigals. She's there for him not his gift.

When he reaches for her, she looks out towards the crowd almost as if she's checking if there's somehow some reason she can justify helping him. But she knows that in the eyes of everyone in this room, it's not her place, that in the eyes of her family, her supporting him is disruptive and even selfish. She knows that in their eyes she cannot help him. She can't.

But he needs her. He can't do this without her. He has shared a room with his cousin since he was born, all his life she's been the one that's there. He sees her as family, as his own sister. He's scared and when he's scared, Mirabel is there. He even chooses to hide under her bed because he feels safer there. He's scared and he needs her.

This look, or at least my interpretation of it, displays sheer terror by this situation. She knows the gravity of this. Someone she loves is hurting and needs her but everyone else will see this in a negative light, but not only does she know she'd break the rules, she also doesn't necessarily want to do this. This means reliving the most traumatic and humiliating night of her life, the moment that began her trauma and her feelings of worthlessness. This means placing herself at the center of everyone's pity and disappointment again. There is so much on the line for her, but she looks at her Tonito's face, his fear, and she knows that the only thing worse then all of this is letting her baby cousin down, letting him feel unloved and alone. The way she has for ten years. She decides she loves him more than she fears Abuela. She can't say no.

She takes a huge leap of faith and in a huge display of courage and love, she takes a step forward.

She looks around again. Looking for any and all signs of disapproval of this. Looking for the strength she just gave to Antonio. It's almost as if she's looking at the same night as the doomed gift ceremony of hers. She feels even more overwhelming bad vibes, because if this doesn't work for Antonio, there's a strong chance she'll be blamed. That she'll be blamed as bad luck or as the one who failed in the first place. But not matter what, Antonio will not do this alone. She will help him. She loves him too much not to.

This choice gets differing levels of approval. Isabella looks incredibly stuck up and indifferent to this, as if Mirabel is actively trying to steal Antonio's moment. Camilo looks pleased that Mirabel is helping his brother. Julieta looks concerned for Mirabel, because she knows this must be hard for her.

Mirabel doesn't let Antonio see her emotional struggle. He's the one who needs her help. She smiles at him, giving him a sense of calm. She uses the word "Let's" letting him know he isn't alone. And after a moment of getting her bearings, she's ready to get him to his door.

He gets in closer to her. Grasps her whole arm and nearly hides behind her. Because she has done this he has complete faith in her. Complete faith that she'll keep him safe. That she loves him. And that's what he needs, he needs her love, he needs his family's support and in giving it him, Mirabel gave him the courage to do this. I personally believe her choosing to love him this much is the only reason the ceremony worked, she embodied the miracle and what is for in this moment, she 'fixed' the magic by remembering why it was there when Abuela couldn't.

When she looks back up, she is still scared but it doesn't matter. She's doing this for him. No one can stop her, not even herself. She sacrificed her comfort, dignity, and peace to help her family who she loved. She didn't sacrifice nearly as much as Pedro but she mirrored his love, she mirrored the love that created her family's miracle. In doing so, she kept it safe. She is the magic. We, as a society, need to talk about this girl much more.

[tisayemate]

New Years

Encanto x reader

fluff, comfort

Summary: On a lonely New Year’s Eve, the Madrigals bring warmth and joy, but it’s Camilo’s heartfelt care that makes her truly believe in love again.

AN: Happy new year, happy holidays! Also, this is sappy. Be warned... but I'll make sappy any time I need it, and I needed it-- so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing this.

story under the cut

The night air was crisp, a perfect blend of cool breeze and the lingering warmth of the day. From your perch on the balcony, the world below sparkled with the chaos of New Year’s Eve celebrations. In the Encanto, every home glowed with lights and laughter, the air heavy with the scent of roasted arepas and sweet empanadas. The Madrigals’ Casita, as always, stood out like a beacon of magic and life, bursting with energy. Yet here you were, leaning on the cold wrought-iron railing, a quiet observer in a sea of joy.

From your vantage point, you could see families giggling as they ducked under tables to eat their twelve grapes, one for each wish. Couples leaned into each other, their faces lit by the promise of midnight fireworks. And you? You were alone. No grapes, no kisses, just the sharp sting of solitude wrapped in a world full of celebration.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, the sound quickly carried away by the distant hum of music and chatter. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for them—the Madrigals, the villagers, everyone—but it was hard not to feel the weight of loneliness pressing on your chest. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, wishing, just for a moment, that someone would notice the quiet shadow you cast.

And then, like magic—or perhaps because it was the Encanto—they did.

“What are you doing out here, all by yourself?” Mirabel’s voice rang out, soft yet inquisitive, as she leaned against the balcony doorframe. Her round glasses glinted in the dim light, and her wide smile carried an infectious warmth.

You turned, startled, only to see her stepping closer, holding out a small cup of warm chocolate. “You can’t spend New Year’s like this,” she said gently. “Come on, at least have some hot chocolate with me.”

A bit later, Luisa found you sitting by yourself in a quiet corner of the Casita. She didn’t say much—she didn’t need to. Instead, she handed you a heavy woolen blanket, freshly warmed from the hearth, and sat nearby, her calm presence a silent reassurance that you weren’t alone.

Isabela, ever the perfectionist, passed by next, pausing to tuck a newly conjured flower into your hair. “There,” she said with a soft smile. “You’re part of the party now.” Her graceful departure left the faint scent of jasmine in the air, a little gift that lingered with you.

Later, Antonio bounded over, his arms wrapped around a cheerful toucan that squawked happily in your direction. “The animals said you looked sad,” he said with wide-eyed sincerity. “But you don’t have to be! They like you.” He placed the toucan on your shoulder, and for a moment, the bird’s antics pulled a genuine laugh from your lips.

Pepa’s voice carried through the bustling crowd as she handed you a small plate of twelve grapes. “Eat them,” she insisted, her eyes kind but firm. “One for every wish. And don’t forget to make them count!”

Julieta’s warmth came last but not least, as she gently pressed an arepa into your hands. “Food makes everything better,” she said, her tone motherly and soothing. “You’ll see.”

By the time Camilo arrived, the night was already alight with fireworks, laughter, and cheer. He had just rushed back from the village after a long day of work, his usual playful smirk replaced by a look of earnest concern. He found you leaning against a pillar near the edge of the balcony, the glow of fireworks reflecting in your eyes.

“There you are,” he said, slightly breathless but with a relieved grin. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You blinked, startled by his sudden arrival. “Camilo? Shouldn’t you be out enjoying the party?”

He shook his head, stepping closer. “The party doesn’t matter if you’re not enjoying it too.” Without waiting for a reply, he draped his ruana over your shoulders, the warmth of it immediately chasing away the chill in the air. “You’ve spent enough of tonight alone.”

His presence was magnetic, pulling you out of your shell without effort. He began to talk about the funny things he’d seen in the village, mimicking people’s voices and gestures until you were laughing so hard your sides hurt. When he saw you relax, he leaned against the railing next to you, his tone softening.

“You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “you mean a lot to us. To me.” He glanced at you, his eyes earnest. “I didn’t want the year to end without making sure you knew that.”

The weight of his words settled over you, warm and comforting. He reached out, his hand covering yours as the fireworks reached their peak, painting the sky in brilliant colors. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant cheers. “For everything.”

Camilo smiled, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “You’ll never have to feel alone, not as long as I’m around.”

As the clock struck twelve, you felt a peace you hadn’t known in a long time. Surrounded by the Madrigals’ love and Camilo’s unwavering presence, you knew this New Year’s would be the start of something beautiful.

[brave329]

Matriarch Mirabel

Cannon compliant post cannon

Unbeknownst to anyone but casita Mirabel grew into her gift on her Quinceañera

As the future head of the family Mirabel needed a power connected to the magic

Mirabel has the power to either boost or weaken her family’s gifts the closer she is with someone the more control she has over their gift

 she uses the gift without realizing on Isabella and Luisa during the movie

When she puts the doorknob patronize of the family is transferred to her

She is constantly subconsciously aware of the gifted members of her family

[lethal-amigos]

Comic By @my-gunpowder

No Agustín...😆

[usssnarfblat]

Raven-Haired Ladies in Purple

[arson-the-crime-brulee]

I was thinking about a possible au for Encanto and I want to see if anyone’s interested? The idea is pretty simple but I don’t think it’s been done before.

what if the madrigals all had gifts that were the “opposite” of their cannon gifts. For example instead of foresight Bruno would be able to see/go back in time, Either rewinding it or simply showing things in their former state. Dolores could have the power to dampen sounds, and Antonio could speak any language. I’m not sure about the others though.

if anyone has any ideas or wants to make this au themselves, you can go ahead I really don’t mind. If this has already been done please let me know and I will take this down :)

[luukka]

An old meme I draw because I couldn't unsee it and everyone should've feel the same.

[lumpdoesart65]

Hello, could you draw Mirabel Madrigal Angel of Encanto au with her sister Isabel.la madrigal

There you go! (Flexing my cartoonish art style this time)

[prettybunnyygirl]

I don't know if this is how one submits but I must share the pookies.

Crossover Ship: Isabela Madrigal X Carmen Sandiego

Relationship Type: Romantic / Dating.

Origins: Encanto (2021) & Carmen Sandiego (Netflix)

They are gay. Thank you for your time.

YAYYAYAYAYAYAYYA !!!!!! ANOTHER SUBMISSION FOR A WLW SHIP:33333 !! tysmmm carbela-nation<3 i haven’t watched encanto in a hot min nor have i watched carmen sandiego, but they seem rly cutie together ^_^ !!!!!

from this fanart alone, i can def see isabella being a kind n caring partner to carmen (which is SOOOO totally lovely<3) n carmen enjoying her company n spoiling her wit gifts n forehead kissies o( > ᗜ < )o !!

[litel27-2point0]

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Would Isabela Madrigal from Encanto listen to Little Miss Perfect by Write Out Loud?

[womeninfictionandirl]

Isabela Madrigal by The Covatar