#mirabel and mateo

[futurstic-divineawakened]

That’s it that’s the relationship Madrigal women

Juileta: Ah Matte!

Mateo: Senorita Julieta!

At this point that’s his mom and he is her son

Pepa: You are such a nice boy!

Mateo: Thank you Señora

He thinks Pepa is cool. And she

Isabela: Mateo

Mateo: Isabela

Respect, however Isabela will not hesitate to hurt him if he does something to Mirabel

Luisa: Hey Mateo… can you help-

Mateo: What do you need ?

Normal sibling relationship. Mateo just wants her to rest more

Abuela: Such a fine young man, so smart and handsome

Mateo: I am honored Dona

Extremely polite, Abuela is making sure he’s good for Mirabel

Mirabel: You’re marvelous

Mateo: and you’re the Miracle

Mirabel: I guess we make a magical team!

Shhhh…. ;)

[meepxii]

The Madrigal-Fontana family

Mateo Vicente Madrigal Fontana

He is a twin, and the oldest child of his family. His gift is to make astral trips to any part of the world by meditation. When he's using his gift, a third eye glows pink on his forehead and he can also levitate. He's the edgy cousin of the family.

Fun facts about him:

Mateo doesn't like his middle name (Vicente). The only one who can call him that is his mother.

He's a calm boy, but gets into trouble very often 'cause he has no filter and can sound "rude."

He's Itzel's favorite child, and they're very close.

He and his twin sister are the closest, and do many things together, and although sometimes he can't stand her and treats her rudely, he's always behind his sister, protecting her.

He likes poetry and is a hopeless romantic.

His favorite place is the beach, and he goes there whenever he needs peace.

When he uses his gift, the pink third eye that appears on his forehead is real and functional. His sister sometimes pokes it to annoy him.

He likes to meditate in Dolores' room.

He's the only one of the Madrigal-Fontana children who got Bruno's wavy hair.

Dalia Elizabeth Madrigal Fontana

She's Dalia, Mateo's twin sister. Dalia has the gift of making clones of herself and other people. She can make up to five clones, and they function as a hive mind if she wants. She can also let them act on autopilot. She's daddy's little princess, and the spoiled brat of her family.

Fun facts about her:

Dalia is Bruno's favorite child. The two of them formed a very strong bond since she was a baby, and Bruno fulfills many of her whims. For the same reason, she grew up accustomed to getting what she wants, and if she doesn't get it, she gets frustrated and cries. She knows that's not okay, and it's something she's still working on.

Since she was a child she's very involved in the theater that her father founded and he relates a lot with her cousin Camilo, so she loves to act, and her biggest influences are the two of them. For that reason she got a gift similar to Camilo's.

Her way of showing affection, in addition words of affirmation, are her jokes. She likes to play pranks on her close family and friends.

She shows off her family quite a bit, and she's a big fan of her parents' relationship.

She gets into trouble easily because she is very talkative, mischievous and witty.

She has a strong sense of loyalty toward her loved ones, so she's the first to defend them when they are getting attacked. More specifically, Bruno and Esmeralda.

Her best friend is her twin brother, and they both watch each other's backs.

She is a good girl, but it's better to have her as a friend than an enemy, because she brings out the worst side of her.

Perla Esmeralda Madrigal Fontana

And this is Esme, the youngest of the Madrigal grandchildren. Her gift is earthbending. She's a sweet and naive girl, and since her power is directly related to her emotional strength, she's unable to get out of control. She has had problems in the town due to the limited scope of her power, and they often compare her negatively with her father.

Fun facts about her:

Esmeralda is considered the baby of the family, and her parents and siblings treat her as such.

She is abuela's favorite granddaughter because of her resemblance to Bruno, and since Esme was a child, she's been overprotective of her.

She's also very close to Julieta's daughters, especially Isabela. As a child she took her gardening together, which influenced her gift of earthbending.

Despite being introverted, she has always been a very sociable and kind girl, although a little naive.

She is such a crybaby.

She takes guitar lessons with her dad and Mirabel.

She also likes to do crafts with her mom. The two of them are in charge of making the scenery for Bruno's plays.

She is the most attached to Bruno's rats of the Madrigal-Fontana children, and there isn't a day when she doesn't have a rat on top of her.

Of her siblings, she's the most similar to the Madrigal family, and she inherited many of her abuelo Pedro's traits.

She doesn't get along well with her maternal grandmother, who has always preferred her sister Dalia for being more like the Fontanas.

I don't think I've ever published anything of my fankids here, sooo... here they are! I tried to use a color palette consistent with the Madrigal family, without filling it completely with green. It was also very fun to make the patterns representative of their gifts.

[pupsmailbox]

ANGELIC︰DEVINE ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　abo/above. adore/adore. ae/ae. ae/aer. an/angel. angel/angel. angelic/angelic. arch/angel. archangel/archangel. arrow/arrow. aura/aura. ay/aym. ballet/ballet. beau/beau. beauty/beauty. being/being. beloved/beloved. black/black. bless/bless. bless/blessing. blessing/blessing. bloom/bloom. blue/blue. bow/bow. broke/broken. bun/bun. celeste/celestial. celestial/celestial. cher/cher. cherub/cherub. cherub/cherubim. chirp/chirp. choir/choir. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. cold/cold. cross/cross. crown/crown. cu/cupid. cupid/cupid. curse/curse. dark/dark. deity/deity. delicate/delicate. div/divine. div/divinity. divine/divine. dove/dove. drift/drift. empty/empty. er/ero. ero/ero. ethe/ethereal. ethereal/ethereal. ey/eyr. fai/faith. faith/faith. fall/fall. fall/fallen. fate/fate. faun/fauna. feather/feather. flight/flight. float/float. flower/flower. fluff/fluff. fly/flight. fly/fly. glow/glow. gold/gold. grace/grace. gra/grace. grudge/grudge. hae/haer. ha/halo. halo/halo. harp/harp. he/hym. hea/heaven. heal/heal. heart/heart. heaven/heaven. heaven/heavenly. hell/hell. hol/holy. holy/holy. hush/hush. hx/hxm. hy/hym. hymn/hymn. id/idol. ix/ix. kind/kind. kyr/kyr. lace/lace. lamb/lamb. life/life. light/light. lo/love. lyr/lyr. lyre/lyre. melancholy/melancholy. metallic/metallic. mirror/mirror. mist/mist. misty/misty. mon/mon. moral/moral. omen/omen. peace/peace. perfect/perfection. pink/pink. pure/pure. pure/purr. radiant/radiant. ribbon/ribbon. rose/rose. sacred/sacred. saint/saint. scept/scepter. self/self. ser/seraph. seraph/seraph. seraph/seraphim. shimmer/shimmer. shine/shining. shx/hxr. silk/silk. sin/sin. sing/song. sky/sky. smite/smite. snake/snake. snow/snow. soar/soaring. soft/soft. somber/somber. sorrow/sorrow. spark/sparkle. spirit/spirit. sugar/sugar. swan/swan. sweet/sweet. taint/taint. tether/tether. thorn/thorn. thxy/thxm. thy/thyn. tru/trumpet. unholy/unholy. unknown/unknown. vae/vaer. val/valentine. vio/vior. water/water. white/white. wi/wing. wing/wing. wraith/wraith. wrath/wrath. yellow/yellow. ðe/ðim. þe/þim. ȝe/ȝim. ☀️ . ☁️ . ⛪ . ✨ . ⭐ . 🐑 . 👁️ . 👼 . 🕊️ . 🕯️ . 😇 . 🤍 . 🦢.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

I guess some brats will soon meet karma

Three down.

~~~~~~

Luisa headed straight back to Casita, almost knocking Mirabel’s door off its hinges in her haste and increasing emotions.

“Holy shit, you could have just knocked,” Isabela said.

Luisa didn’t say anything.

Mirabel, tucked up in bed, wasn’t facing the right way to see her.

Isabela took a few seconds to examine Luisa’s state before putting the dots together.

“Sis, I’m gonna go have lunch, okay?” Isabela said, getting to her feet. “I’ll send Mama and Papa up to see you.”

They didn’t really wait to see Mirabel’s response, not that it would have been any kind of objection. Nor did they really stop to explain to their parents.

~~~~~~

“What were you two thinking? You are lucky nobody is dead!”

Isabela and Luisa now found themselves sat at the dining table, at the mercy of all the adults.

Isabela mouthed ‘snitch’ across the table to Dolores, who pretended she was too busy drinking to notice.

“At least we haven’t forced someone to be an animal we can hunt.” Luisa grumbled.

“And we were never going to kill them. We aren’t stupid.” Isabela added.

“You still went after children—”

“Teenagers, Mama.” Isabela corrected. “They are hardly children. That Mateo is at least eighteen now.”

“Eighteen?” Agustín questioned, alarmed.

“In any case, they are all older than Mirabel.”

“Older!?”

“I don’t care how old they were, Isabela. What you did was unacceptable. And they are still younger than you two.” Julieta cut in. “You should have come to us as soon as you got the names, Luisa. And we could have spoken to their parents and organised a proper punishment.”

Abuela cleared her throat, “As your punishment, you two will be confined to your rooms for the time being. And you are not going to be allowed to visit your sister.”

“Bullshit!”

“What the fuck!?”

“Language!” Julieta snapped at the pair, though neither even glanced at her.

“I know we fucked up and sure, maybe we should be punished, but Mirabel’s in a bad place and she’ll want— no, she’ll need Luisa. You’d be screwing her over.”

Alma raised a hand stopping Isabela short.

“I’ll hear no word of this. You two should have thought about the consequences before you hurt those children.”

She left afterwards.

Dolores, Pepa and Bruno took the opportunity to do the same.

Agustín decided to go check on Mirabel.

Julieta just looked disappointedly at her girls.

“What the fuck is wrong with everyone?” Luisa snapped, pushing away from the table. She stopped over Isabela’s chair. “Thank you, for standing up for me. She’d be upset without you as well though.”

Isabela nodded.

Luisa carried on upstairs.

“Mija? …Did they learn their lesson?”

“Yep. We wouldn’t have let them get away with it.”

[gamerbearmira]

Giant siren au

can we see more of the caretakers, with some info on them as well pls. Any short info will do. I really like their designs and I'd like to know more about them 😃

Of course‼️‼️

So. Getting a job as a caretaker is actually very selective. Alma herself is the one who chooses them. And even then, they gotta have certain requirements.

So Hortencia and Roberto are the day time caretakers. This is usually the easiest to get into, you really just have to wake up super earlier and be able to handle sleepy guppies, and give them to their parents on pick up. Hortencia is the oldest of all the caretakers, and has been working there the longest; since around Isabela and Dolores. Roberto is newer,but has been there long enough, and works well with the guppies.

Emilia and Mateo work the afternoon shift. By far the hardest to get into. They have to be fast enough to keep up with them, and keep them entertained for hours while the other adults go about their day, if theguppy can’t come along. Keep in mind, not every single guppy is there during the afternoon. Emilia mostly keeps them entertained and fed, but she is capable of chasing after them if needed. Mateo is usually out in about, and takes the guppies out to play in the reefs, typically in groups of no more than 6-8.

Ignacio and Maria work the night shift. This shift is really only given to deep sea/trench dweller sirens. And one of the caretakers is almost always a jellyfish siren. This is, in Alma’s words, just so they have much easier access to the box and moon jelly fish that are most common around the grotto. Ignacio is basically like a night light. He stays inside and monitors the underwater and ground level grotto when the guppies are asleep. Especially the toddlers and the babies, who typically takes above ground since they can’t swim as well as the older kids. Maria is like a body guard of sorts, and patrols the outer regions, occasionally going to the surface. She has to deter ships from coming too close to the main island.

These guys aren’t the only caretakers, but they are always on shift. There are younger caretakers, sort of like trainees??? Usually they help the main caretakers, especially during mealtimes. But mealtime in Guppy Grotto is like a battlefield 😭 it’s always recommended that the parents take the guppies home for meals if they’re able, though it’s fine if they can’t. This was said mainly by Alma but literally ask anyone who was old enough to remember the last two “incidents” involving guppies WHICH. IRONICALLY. WERE LEAD BY CAMILO AND MIRABEL AND LATER ANTONIO 💀💀 (though it’s not entirely their fault)

The grotto is in the center of the community. Both on the ground level on the main island and the underwater region. Underwater is for obvious reason. Above ground is so if guppies who are playing the forest get lost, they just have to keep going towards the island and will eventually find the entrance to the grotto. Humans can find it, but it’s rare.

I went on a rant 🌚 but hopefully is enough‼️‼️‼️ I Love getting these kinda questions, I like world building for AUs <333 🦈🦈🦈

[andromedavwrites]

Sorry if I’m yapping I’m just obsessed - sorry what ok continuing

Idk if you’re waiting reveal it or something but can you please say you’re fancasts (is it considered a fancast if you’re literally the creator? Or the half creator since it’s a reboot?) for your reboot?

I love eah fancasts / just fancasts in general and the way you’ve mentioned some of them in other posts makes me so curious

!!!!!

i never talk about my cast but here’s the list!!(i probably fucked up names on this, i have like five times)

these aren’t set in stone obv, and one of them is a joke bc i thought it would be funny if a certain someone played Rumplestiltskin-

Raven Queen played by Callie Haverda

Apple White played by Mckenna Grace

Madeline Hatter played by Momona Tamada

Briar Beauty played by Kyleigh Curran

Cedar Wood played by Maliah Baker

Ashlynn Ella played by Trinity Likins

C. A. Cupid played by Sarah Dorothy Little

Blondie Lockes played by Ava Kolker

Ginger Breadhouse played by Iman Vellani

Duchess Swan played by Rina Johnson

Darling Charming played by Clementine Lea Spieser

Farah Goodfairy played by Cheyenne Hinojosa

Cerise Hood played by Ashley Sarmentio

Daring Charming played by Tait Blum

Dexter Charming played by Jacob Tremblay

Sparrow Hood played by Dallas Young

Hunter Huntsman played by Mateo Gallegos

Humphrey Dumpty played by Issiah Russel-Bailey

Kitty Cheshire played by Miya Cech

Lizzie Hearts played by Sofia Chicorelli Serna

Alastair Wonderland played by Walker Bryant

Bunny Blanc played by Xochtil Gomez

Chase Redford played by Parker Bates

Courtly Jester played by Trixie Hyde

Meeshell Mermaid played by Sophie Grace

Jillian Beanstalk played by Brianni Walker

Hopper Croakington II played by Jentzen Ramirez

Melody Piper played by Oona O’Brian

Ramona Badwolf played by Symonne Harrison

She played by Izabella Rose

Poppy O’Hair played by Anais Lee

Holly O’Hair played by Mirabelle Lee

Brooke Page played by Pixie Davies

Gus Crumb played by Jace Chapman

Helga Crumb played by Camron Seely

Travis Thumb played by Amari O’Neil

Prudence Step played by Lilo Baier

Charlotte Step played by Ava Ro

Lily Bo-Peep played by Lotus Blossom

Zypherus Wynd played by Camren Conerly

Aquilona Wynd played by Trinitee Stokes

Charity Charming played by Kaylin Hayman

Clara Lear played by Scarlet Spencer

Mahlee Black played by Daria Johns

Coral Witch played by Michela Luci

Nathan Nutcracker played by Finn Little

Justine Dancer played by Priah Ferguson

Witchy Brew played by Pilot Saraceno

Nina Thumbell played by Ella Noel

Felix Princely played by Jackson Dollinger

Tucker Merry played by Miguel Cazarez Mora

Marsha King played by Alexa Nisenson

Jackie Frost played by Anya Taylor-Joy

Northwind Frost played by Logan Lerman

Milton Grimm played by Frank Whaley

Giles Grimm played by Kieran Mulroney

Baba Yaga played by Olga Kurylenko

Rumplestiltskin played by Danny DeVito

Pied Piper played by Collin Donell

Mad Hatter played by Paul Wesley or Alex Hefner

The White Queen played by Kate Winslet

Mr. Badwolf played by Con O’Neil

Momma Bear played by Nathalie Boltt

Papa Bear played by William Baldwin

Coach Gingerbread played by Hill Harper

Snowelle White played by Alison Brie

Elvira Queen played by Clemence Poesy

Good King played by Matt Lanter

Snow Queen played by Lisa Kudro

Snow King played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Lance Charming played by Dan Stevens

Bryce Frost played by Shailene Woodley

Pie played by ?

Butternut played by ?

Cheshire Cat played by Stephanie Hsu

Queen of Hearts played by Meghan Ory

White Rabbit played by Joe Arquette

Cook played by Olivia Hack

i have spent… so long thinking about my cast for this i would DIE if i got even half of these actors to play the characters in the reboot!!

[casitafallz]

LTRL AU | Packed Issues

As it turned out, breaking and entering was very easy.

Isabela had started first by having Fran check out the house to make sure it was empty and that the area around was quiet. A few houses had windows facing towards them but…Isabela used her gift to grow the nearby bushed just a little bit to mask the direct line of sight then a series of bush-trunk-like steps that gave her a direct access to his bedroom window.

Fran had given her a set of old clothes which were burgundy and green and a scarf which she kept around her head when she built the steps up, not that it was overly high given it didn’t have a second floor. No one robbed a home in familiar clothes.

“All he wants is three changes of clothes, sandals and the big book under his bed with the decorative box next to it.” Fran reminded as she began her ascent up.

“Okay.” Isabela didn’t wait for anything less than a warning before she lowered herself carefully down and got to work; straight to his wardrobe where inside was his clothes and a bag. She grabbed that before she realised one thing; it was full.

She frowned carefully, opening it up to see it already packed, his clothes by the stale scent. Did he prepack and forgot? She could see a few empty hangers and more empty spaces on the shelves…at least it looked emptier than it should. She just took that instead and dropped it out the window.

“Oh you’re faster than I ex—ow!” Fran swore softly.

Isabela dropped softly to peer under the bed where she wrinkled her nose at the mess underneath before she began to move some of the lost laundry before the box was the first thing she uncovered.

It was… about the size of a show box and handcrafted with beautiful carvings etched into floral patterns on all of its sides. As tempted as she was, Isabela didn’t open it and just tucked it off onto the side before she found the huge freaking tome of a book.

She shoved the mess back into place, struggling to the window with both but withdrew all her plants away as Fran shut the shutters again and they quickly hurried back towards Fran’s.

Only for Fran to lead her to the backyard where she saw a wagon set up behind a wall; out of immediate sight.

“So soon?”

“It’s my Abuelo’s wagon he had to carry stuff when they fled. They kept it in good condition so we use it. Just load up here for now. All I’ll need is to get the donkey and we’ll be good to leave.” Fran shrugged, setting the bag into the top then took the offered box and book and opened up a small compartment and tucked to book inside for safekeeping.

“You gonna steal one?” Isabela guessed with a smile.

“Yep, why stop at robbing Mateo’s house?” Fran winked before pulling a tarp back over the few bags in, “Why don’t you start getting stuff to pack? Or some supplies made in advance?”

“Ugh….yeah.” She knew that was what she should go and do but…that risked going back home. Abuelita would no down try and talk her down but… she didn’t want to deal with that right now. “Have you got any sacks and baskets I could use?”

Fran paused for a moment, “Not…many. We use our baskets every day. We tend to only have Maize and potato sacks at our disposal.”

“Can you get them?” Isabela asked hopefully. “I can’t produce the dried-out kernels but I produce it all on the cobs whole.” They didn’t have time to dry them out and make it easier to transport with most of them… she had to grow the whole plant first to do so. She hadn’t learned how to just make the maize kernels by itself, or wheat either. So it was a lot of manual work that neither of them had time for.

She was sure once they had found a place, to get a garden they could use it as backstock and for show. But coming in, they had to prepare and…sure fabric would be long-term. If she could get raw fruits and veg made, then they had an immediate start-up for quick cash.

“Okay. Go home and pack. I’ll bring the wagon around at eight tonight.” Fran patted her arm, though waved her off in her typical manner to get going.

-

Mirabel sat quietly in her room, the gift she had been planning to give just…sat on her knee but her insides continued to roll with her anxiety it wasn’t just about learning Isabela was just going to up and leave them all but…this was the first…real argument she had had with her sister.

The last time almost ended with her death.

This time, it hadn’t. But her heart still raced about it.

She still felt…angry at her Hermana. She was…going to leave them all. Her statement felt like it had value because…Isa was part of the family. Sure, it was a little broken but…they were still a family. Not only leave them but…also meant the baby wouldn’t be born into their family here either; he wouldn’t get to see how loved he would be growing up with them…Antonio—god she was already dreading when Antonio would find out. His little heart was fixed on befriending that baby as his own best friend.

Leaving meant making their broken family more broken. No way to repair the damage and… for what? Mirabel couldn’t understand it still. Things were hard but Isabela had coped well; she had what she needed here… Abuelita was the best and… they had time.

A soft knock pulled her mind to see Luisa pottering in carefully with Tio Bruno. In her hands, she had a tray with a reflective green shine off it that told her what it was.

Mirabel’s eyes lingered on it. “Take a seat. Is it fixed?” she offered the chairs

“Not fully but Tio’s an expert at puzzles,” Luisa spoke, setting it down.

Mirabel’s breath paused as she finally set eyes upon the image but her heart ached to see such a small, and beautiful baby boy, looking otherwise oblivious in his crib and looking to be seconds away from sucking his hand and—oh, he was wearing her knot hat. The effect was slightly ruined by the cracks that ran through down through his left ear.

“We’re glueing it down onto the tray base than just to the edges,” Tio spoke, pulling out a bottle of glue from his under his ruana. “I’m…really not up for making a new one just yet but I’m happy to fix this one.”

He went to sit on the floor but Casita shifted the boards to fling a chair under him, almost falling off in the process before he righted himself and carefully took the tray and moved back some of the loose pieces that had slid.

Luisa looked a little lost,  fiddling with a single piece of the vision’s edge between her fingers but her mind looked to be a world away.

“Tio,” Mirabel started, “did you know Isabela was leaving?”

Bruno’s fingers paused a little, his eyes flickering up to her face nervously. “I did.” His tone was careful.

Mirabel raised her eyebrow at him. “Seriously?!”

Bruno set the glue down, eyeing the door for a moment. “You’re mad about that?”

“She’ll break this family apart if she leaves, Tio.” Mirabel whined, “Why didn’t you tell us? Ma or Abuela?”

“I told your Abuelita.” Bruno wiped his hands down the front of his ruana. “I trust her with discretion more than my mother.”

“Abuelita’s supporting her leaving.” Mirabel gave him a look, “You told her and she’s giving her permission to just…go.”

Bruno shrugged, far too casually. “I know. But having anyone go off on her would speed up her leaving or worse, believe never coming back is the best option.” He gave her a look, which made her shrink back “Señora Rojas is a smart woman and do you think she would be supporting Isabela’s choices blindly?”

Mirabel opened her mouth to answer but Luisa spoke first.

“No?”

Bruno nodded approvingly to Luisa. “Señora Rojas knows more than you two. Do you understand why Isabela is leaving?”

“She wants to get away from us?” Luisa offered, “We thought…she got sick of her punishments.”

“She’s dealt with the punishments for almost eleven months now, Luisa.” Bruno reminded, surprisingly with an edge that reminded her of Abuela when she was slightly inconvenienced. “It’s not about the punishments. The family may be a factor but it’s not the cause.”

Mirabel made a discontent noise, folding her arms back around herself. “Didn’t sound like it.”

“Everyone says things that they don’t mean when they’re emotional,” Bruno stated. “I know why she’ll be leaving and…I think it’s the best course of action—"

“Tio!”

“—With that, I know.” He finished, not raising his voice like she would expect an adult would with an interruption. “I know you don’t want her to leave but this…this is important. I know you want her to stay and I know you want the baby to be born here and that you can all love him and…I want that as well. If she stays…there’s a worse future which means you still don’t get that.”

Mirabel’s head rose back to face him. Her mind stalled a little on that last bit. A worse future? What could possibly happen to make it worse? Her mind jumped to the possibility of…the baby being stillborn. That’d hurt everyone. Yeah…that…would be a bad future.

“You don’t have to agree or believe me but…Isabela leaving is her best course of action. For her sake and for the baby’s sake.” He reached for the bottle of glue, “At least then she’ll come back…or have the option to.” Bruno held his hand out for the piece Luisa had in her hands and stuck that down. “I’ll leave you two to finish now the important ones are done. Your Abuelita will be here after dinner to talk to your parents.”

-

Isabela was glad to finally push down and bind the cotton down with her vines to compress it further, binding and compressing down the last bit of the cotton before she shoved the sack over the top and bound that down to allow the internal vines to decay and release without causing the decompression that would split the bag. The vines strained but she was glad to see it hold, having done for a multitude of vines that were swirled together to increase strength integrity in the bind than having them snap as that rope did.

Cotton was now done. Flax for linin was tightly wrapped as well, many seeds were in little bags and stored in a small box for ease of transport. That was set ready to go with the rest of her clothes that she had packed along with the baby stuff she already had. She left a few old presents from selected family members on her desk in a pile because…she didn’t want to open herself up for anything.

Tio Felix had since passed along his gift for the baby so, that she did have packed as well with the baby things which…was only tucked away at the bottom of her bag since there wasn’t as much stuff to carry with him just yet. She packed a few changes of clothes; leaving her pretty dresses behind for good, her makeup but she opted for more practical packing; her tools and equipment. Her looms were covered and bagged. Her spinning wheel was set to be moved. Her bedcovers and pillows, she opted to take as well because that felt like some oversight when they should have some comforts on their travel.

“Isabela.” The voice interrupted her mulling.

Isabela didn’t turn to face her Abuelita but simply belted up her bag. “If you’re here to convince me to stay, you won’t work.” She stated.

“Two more days, Isa. Please.” Abuelita appeared at her side, her withered hand coming to touch her arm.

“No.” Isabela shook her head. “Now that Mirabel knows, I can’t just wait for the rest of the family to suddenly try and stop me…or worse try and throw shit into my face to guilt me into staying.” Not like Mirabel. She didn’t want that. Not again.

“I have yet to talk to the family…. I made sure to ask your siblings to say nothing on the matter until I could talk to them.”

“That…that doesn’t change anything,” Isabela gave her Abuelita a long look. “No matter how long it takes me to leave, their reactions will be the same and…I don’t want to deal with that. Not to mention, when Tia founds out, she’ll flood the place and make it impossible for me to leave in time.” That was another challenge she didn’t want to face. Not after Tia’s blatant interest in seeing Camilo get off his punishments or talking up Sara’s ass. She didn’t need her to pretend to care or get emotional about her going. She had much of a hand in this as the rest.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve made up my mind.” Isabela set her jaw, “I’ll prepare a few letters for the family but I won’t meet with any of them.”

“Isa… they deserve more than just letters. You’re cutting them off by leaving without talking to them.” Abuelita looked just as concerned, “if you come back, nothing between you and the family will be healed.”

Isabela shrugged. “Right now, I don’t want to talk to them. They had their chances to do so for the last year and when it’s not convenient for them… I’m the one in the wrong?” Isabela pressed, “Abuelita, please. It took you pulling me out of Casita every other week for things to improve but that wasn’t enough. Not to mention, Antonio has access to birds who can do what he wants so really, not all the lines are dead after we’re gone.”

Abuelita’s lips pursed. “Do not leave without talking to me first.” There was a touch to her arm before she walked out, the front door distantly shutting.

The last bit about Antonio and his animal friends, Isabela had surprised herself on saying but…it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it before given how it would be impossible for normal mail service to and from Encanto to where they could wind up. Animals, or trained animals at the least were the next best option; Antonio was the only one who could achieve that if she wanted…any shred of contact with her family.

Certainly for Abuelita and Abuelito… Antonio himself if he wanted to see his best friend grow up….assuming the kid would tolerate not actually meeting the baby just yet. The others? She didn’t know. Tio Felix would no doubt oversee anything she sent to Antonio but...Tia Pepa?

Nope.

How things had truly fallen between her and Tia. How close they used to be, Isabela remembered their dancing lessons mostly; how fun it was and how happy it made Tia. Moments of freedom between two trapped souls. Now…

Isabela turned around, coming to the side where the family photo she had was resting face-down before she picked it up, taking a final look to see most people accounted for in the picture—thank the lord she didn’t get a copy of Antonio’s birthday photo. This had…every one of her maternal side. She tossed that into her personal bag before she went in search of another few photos to take with her.

There were a few of her Tia Sofia’s family, but she opted not to take that; she wasn’t overly close with them after all. Word of mouth would be good enough for her son to learn about his other cousins. Her grandparents though were far harder to find. Their wedding photo was beautiful but certainly not one she was going to take. With no photos in frames of appeal, Isabela went to Abuelito’s study for his photo albums.

There, she found the perfect one; both of them in a single frame some years ago when they had their wedding anniversary; married for forty years. Looking very happy and still arm-in-arm. She felt a little envious but…maybe one day she could have that sort of love as well.

She had better chances now than before.

Isabela tucked that photo in between one of her books and added that in and continued to sort through her room.

-

“Vera, it’s okay.” Ruben’s voice was soft as she paced around the backrooms of their shop.

“No, it’s not. Isabela won’t even try with her family to actually talk and… I can’t convince her to wait. If I talk to the family now, they’ll get on their high horses and try and stop her…or worse, guilt her. I can’t…I don’t know how to tell them.” Vera admitted, “Everything else, I can handle but… this?”

Ruben set aside the set of pants he was adjusting and reached for her. “It’s hard because we know she has to leave and why, mi Vida.”

Vera hummed in agreement; they had to let her go but…how it looked to others meant it looked a tad hypocritical. She was always a ‘stand your ground and fix it’ than ‘run from your problems’ attitude. Telling the family she dies if she stayed felt like emotional blackmail she wasn’t willing to put on the family but there was no good reason aside from the shallow, superficial reasons they’d assume.

At least, none that would work prior to her leaving. After she was gone… it could be easier with fewer risks of running off to talk her out.

“It looks like I’m helping her pack and getting her lunch together for the trip!” Vera huffed, running her hand down the front of her dress though allowed herself to be tugged into his warm embrace. “I don’t…I don’t want her or anyone to leave with open wounds here.”

“You can’t help them all the time. Some things can’t just be resolved by us. This is something Isabela needs to do with her family.” Ruben rubbed her back, “Some things aren’t for us.”

“But—“

“We’ve done as much as we can.” Ruben pulled back. “As long as Isabela is safe…that the baby is safe then all we can hope for is that they come back at some point. Things are too rough between Isa and the family and… her injuries aren’t without reason.”

Vera huffed out. “I know.” She hated to admit that.

“Let her leave. I will close early and we can both talk to her before she goes, after which, we can talk to the family. They will be blindsided and hurt but… maybe that will motivate the family to get into action with the mess they still have. “

Vera’s shoulder’s slumped a little in dismay but… she knew Ruben was right. The worse lessons come at the biggest costs. Isabela had to go…. And as Isa had said, they weren’t without communication options.

[phoenixlionme]

Favorite Crossover Ships (so far)

No ranking involved.

Sora x Mirabel

2. Camilo x Nimona

3. Moana x Mirabel

4. Sweets x Tiana

5. Hiccup x Mirabel

6. Merida x Goldilocks

7. Mateo x Mirabel

8. Hiccup x Merida

9. Jack x Elsa

[frozenwolftemplar]

Elsa °o° Anna °o° Kristoff °o° Olaf °o° Sven °o° Rapunzel °o° Eugene Fitzherbert °o° Pascal °o° Maximus °o° Cassandra °o° Mirabel °o° Isabela °o° Luisa °o° Goliath °o° Elisa Maza °o° Bronx °o° Demona °o° Angela °o° Sisu °o° Raya °o° Luca °o° Alberto °o° Giulia °o° Dug °o° Carl °o° Russel °o° Ariel °o° Eric °o° Flounder °o° Sebastian °o° Ursula °o° Merida °o° Moana °o° Maui °o° Elena °o° Mateo °o° Skylar °o° Belle °o° Beast °o° Gaston °o° Bolt °o° Mittens °o° Rhino °o° Kenai °o° Koda °o° Sitka °o° Denahi °o° Kim Possible °o° Ron Stoppable °o° Shego °o° Dr. Drakken °o° Mal °o° Evie °o° Carlos °o° Jay °o° Aladdin °o° Jasmine °o° Pongo °o° Perdita °o° Patch °o° Sgt. Tibbs °o° Cruella De Vil °o° Spring Sprite °o° Elk °o° Pocahontas °o° John Smith °o° Meeko °o° Flit °o° Percy °o° Mulan °o° Mushu °o° Hercules °o° Meg °o° Tarzan °o° Jane °o° Simba °o° Nala °o° Mufasa °o° Scar °o° Shenzi °o° Oliver °o° Dodger °o° Rita °o° Jenny °o° Lady °o° Tramp °o° Peg °o° Si & Am °o° Jock °o° Bambi °o° Thumper °o° Faline °o° Flower °o° Winnie-the-Pooh °o° Tigger °o° Eeyore °o° Cinderella °o° Tiana °o° Dumbo °o° Snow White

100 characters for 100 years

[newkatzkafe2023]

Masterlist

Disney Princess Genderbend Villains are

Jasmine/Jasmir

Elsa/Elson

Ariel/Adrian

Rapunzel/Rasputin

Aurora/Auren

Mulan/Minsheng

Megara/Melancton

Snow White/ Winter White

Moana/Moano

Mirabel/Mateo

Anna/Andy

Merida/Merid

And Many More in the future

Now I will tell you now that even though these BOYS are as Evil, Heartless and, And Cruel as they can ever get, you still have a permanent loving spot in their Little black hearts. After All the reason the haven't completely lose touch with everything is Because you are All they have left❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[casitafallz-a]

Decay AU | Bad dreams and Pondside

Fast breath and an upbeat pulse, not an uncommon sound but one that had become far more frequent to wake up to, and though for the most part, she often let nature take its course but… Dolores didn’t want to keep listening to such an erratic sleep that’d only end with a sharp-wake up.

Dolores dragged herself out of bed, staying in her night dress for this trip as the sky was still dark so she wasn’t worried about crossing into Mirabel with her early wake-up call or even her Tia prepping for her breakfast.

Her steps led her to the source of the disturbed sleep, not bothering to knock as she slipped into Isabela’s room given the girl was too locked in her near-nightmare state to stir at such trivial sounds. Her eyes found her easily on the bed, but Dolores was glad to get here first at the number of letters that Isabela had fallen asleep on.

She’d rather not have Abuela come in and see.

The last three weeks, Isabela and that carpenter boy, Mateo Marquez had been leaving letters and though Dolores didn’t snoop to read the content inside when passing them along, she had felt it was more personal and friendly than simply business now.

Had Dolores said anything?

No.

Was she?

Probably not.

Was it against the rules Abuela had set out for Isabela since the attack?

Yes.

Given it was now seven weeks after the fact, Dolores would have thought there had been some leniency and she wasn’t blind to the fractures that now lay within her family at three points; Abuela, Isabela, and Mirabel and so far, there was no improvement between those three… but Isabela’s mood had improved a far lot since talking to the boy; making it easier in her day-to-day interactions from what she could hear.

But being caught would only cause the girl to clam up and get prickly again so, assisting was what Dolores did best. It wouldn’t just be Isabela being told off here if she got caught.

Dolores reached forwards, collected up the few lose papers, and folded them neatly next to her head before her hand came to Isabela’s shoulder and shook lightly.

“Isa.” She kept her voice quiet, the echo was tremendously loud in the vast space of the room; some sound softened by the blue flowered walls. It took a few shakes before her elder prima’s raid heart shifted in pace before she woke.

Dolores stepped back quickly as the thorns grew across her body before Isabela recognized her before she shook them back, still slightly disorientated though it took a further few seconds before she realized the paper around her and hastily began to collect them up; her cheeks turning pink.

“Sorry…did I wake you up?” Isabela asked, thumbing through them, quickly counting them up before shoving them under her pillow.

“No.” Dolores lied, “the blacksmith downtown is firing up their forges.” That wasn’t a lie, now she listened out for an excuse. “They’re still making tools for the doctor. Refining such metal into delicate medical tools is… tedious. They’ve had to make a few tools to even make them for the small things like needles and syringe needles.” Not that normal needles were so hard; they had that sorted from the fabric stores that sold those supplies; they still had to be made in Encanto; it was the hollow ones that needed more work.

Isabela nodded softly. Her hands came to rub her face, “What time is it?”

“Five thirteen.” Dolores shrugged, “bad dream?”

Isabela dropped her hand, licking her lips although made a non-committal sound. “I’m fine.” She said, with a convincing expression on but again, like everyone else, her body gave away her lie so subtly.

Dolores pursed her lips, her eyes flickering down to the pillow where the letters were stuffed. “Maybe you need a secret spot in your room? So you can hide those?”

Isabela snorted, “I suppose. No one appreciates my privacy anymore.” There was a lingering hint of bitterness in her tone. “Not that I mind you coming in, Dolores.”

Dolores smiled sadly, “Why don’t you ask your parents to come to an arrangement for your room entry?”

Isabela shrugged, running a hand through her hair. “It won’t matter.” Her shoulders dipped. “Thank you for waking me.”

There was an underlying hint of dismissal in her statement but Dolores eyes Isabela for a further second. A part of her itching to help but… there was only so much she could do to help. She couldn’t take sides in this mess and let alone one that was so public. But maybe she could talk to Mariano?

“I’ll talk to you later,” Dolores promised.

 -

 Dolores mulled as she walked, smiling as her younger brother was pulled along with the other town kids towards school. She could hear Mirabel shopping for new fabrics in town, Abuela talking with the doctor again on supplies and her parents up at Casita still with Isabela while they cleaned out the washing room, Tia at her stall though with her Tio Agustín. Tio Bruno in the walls with the spackle and talking to his rats. Luisa was assisting the metal smiths with moving more iron ore from the quarry. Camilo was about with his friends and planning ways to prank one of the other townspeople.

Dolores though was glad her family was occupied as she knocked onto Mariano’s door.

“Dolores!” He looked pleasantly surprised, “I was thinking about coming up to see you, is everything okay?”

Dolores smiled and nodded, “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” Mariano stepped aside, “Would you like a drink?”

“No, but thank you.” Mariano led her into the kitchen, though set aside his papers he had on the side into a neat pile, her lip curling as she recognized a few of the words as some of his more recent poems. “I need some…advice.”

Mariano again looked a little surprised, and simply nodded. “I take it it’s not for your family’s ears?”

Dolores shook her head, “I’d rather not let it go further than these walls. It…involves Isabela and her letters.”

“Ah.” A look of understanding passed through his face. “How is she?”

“Better… but she has nightmares. I don’t know how to help without people finding out about… her and Marquez.”

“What sort of nightmares?” Genuine concern leaked into his voice, “Not…night terrors?”

“No, not to that level. I don’t know what sort… she won’t tell me…or anyone. No one knows she’s having them and… I don’t want to spill anymore. Not since I told Luisa that Isa was jealous about Mirabel…and that she had hurt Isabela.” Dolores still felt bad about that; she hadn’t meant to…do damage when she hope Luisa would be more…understanding. Isabela’s reactions had motives and one that had a reason. But that had backfired. Luisa had been frustrated and Isabela skittishly avoiding a pat on the shoulder seemed to have set a…further distance between the two.

Mariano winced, reaching for two glasses and pouring some juice into each one. “Are you okay?”

A short nod to his question though Dolores didn’t stray from her topic. “Isabela… doesn’t care that I said that really. Luisa’s the one that’s taken it a little more personally.”

Mariano sighed out, “Sounds like it’s one drama after another… I’m sorry it’s not easy for you…any of you.” He set the second glass down in front of her, taking a sip of his own glass.

“It’s exhausting. Sometimes getting away from Casita is…nice.” She spared his kitchen a look, “for a little while.” Her hands come to the glass, wrapping her hands around it.

“My home is open for you… or any of you that need it.”

“Gracias.” She let out a shallow sigh. “I…just want to help Isabela. She needs help… and she knows she needs it… she’s desperate for more with her family but… that’s not happening so she’s looking for Marquez but I’m worried she’ll get caught. Even with us as her messengers…”

Mariano’s hand came to her arm, “You’re doing wonderfully, Dolores and you’re so thoughtful but…maybe we should rethink this entire thing if you’re getting this worked up on it? I don’t like seeing you this stressed.”

“But she needs him… she’s so lonely and she’s desperate for someone to be there for her. The last three weeks, she’s been far happier, and… it makes living with her much more happier as well.” Dolores whispered, “She needs something to hope for… she didn’t have that. Until recently” She swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the heat in her eyes though took a heavy gulp to keep the threat of tears away.

Mariano stepped closer, his arm moving around her shoulder “You are still…so selfless and kind… but you need to take that emotional step back, Dolores. For your sake.”

“I can’t abandon her. Not like everyone else.” She hated knowing sometimes; knowing that Abuela had a firmer control over Isabela than her own parents and… everything was so subtle that not even Isabela had really noticed that distance aside from the lack of physical affection. Distrust was what set Isabela apart from her parents and this went both ways now. Isabela didn’t trust her parents without them misunderstanding her and her needs. They didn’t know how to talk to each other anymore.

Everyone else seemed to take this way of life in Casita as the new normal so…nothing was changing. Same thing, day in and day out, and Isabela wasn’t doing anything to change it either.

“I’m not saying that you should. I’m saying that… Isabela should perhaps get to know Marquez more face-to-face than simply letters; let them talk and let them bond that way. It might be best to let them explore that by themselves.”

Dolores stiffened up. “Face to face?” she squeaked, “that’ll be a much greater risk!”

“But it can be explained away; he’s a carpenter and she makes trees… that sort of thing. All Isabela would need is for you to escort her towards a quiet part of town where both are safe from prying eyes and walk her back. Maybe… we could also meet up. Have a few dates at the same time?”

Dolores snorted, despite the tenseness the idea brought. It…was a good idea. She could see…that working for a little while. It would…let Isabela out and less paper evidence. If she had dates with Mariano…she could certainly see that as a plus and Abuela certainly wouldn’t be against her having a few dates in the week; in fact, she might encourage it.

She could work with that.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Dolores lent into his side. “Can you befriend Marquez?”

“We’re on friendly terms.”

“I mean, properly befriend him. He doesn’t have many friends and... I think he might appreciate it.”

Mariano looked at her curiously, “is this to…help?”

Dolores swallowed thickly, “he…doesn’t have a pleasant home life, and his family has enough issues with ours since they found out about what Isa did. He may need a man to trust.” She knew there was a lot to her implications but…she didn’t want to make Marquez uncomfortable about Mariano knowing too much. He might get defensive and she certainly wanted good terms and trust. Who knew how Marquez’s friendship with Isabela might be or what it could grow into?

Mariano sighed though nod, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” She reached for his hands in relief, smiling a little as he kissed her temple.

 -

 Isabela eyed Dolores as she led the way through the busy afternoon street. “Where are we going?”

“Just a little trip out won’t hurt.”

Isabela pursed her lips though she hadn’t argued at Dolores’s excuse to her mother of why they were taking a late afternoon trip out; more curious more than anything since this was… one of the more interesting things to happen all week since Camilo’s punishment had come to an end.

Dolores wore a smirk on her lips at her look though led the way out towards a quiet part of town, where there was a bench set out to enjoy the view but already standing there was Mariano, looking over the shoulder of a familiar face.

“Mateo?” Isabela blinked in surprise at the familiar face that looked up sharply from his sketchbook though he seemed to brighten up before he set the pad and pencil down onto the grass and stood up.

Mariano clapped him gently on the shoulder though stopped immediately at the slight flinch. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Mateo coughed, though forced a swift smile of assurance. “It’s… a nice surprise to see you, Isabela.”

“You too.” Her eyes flickered to Marino who smiled at her gently, “I wasn’t expecting this?” was the question with the undertone of ‘what’s going on?’ Though she wasn’t complaining. It was nice to see a friendly face.

“You can thank us later. Dolores and I are going to be…about in case anyone comes close. But… there’s a small pond just through those trees you can sit at. You should… relax and talk… you both look like you need it.”

Isabela’s eyes flickered to Dolores though her prima was far more interested in straightening out Mariano’s collar very intently.

She could feel a rush of excitement at the prospect and… gratitude that… this was possible.  That Dolores did this for her… but there was fear too, how easily they could get caught and she could see the logic of why both were here to maintain a level of cover for the meet-up. But… how could she turn this opportunity down?

“You’re not…expected back?” Isabela asked, a part of her mind wandering on the fear someone might look for him.

“No, my parents believe I’m out with Mariano looking for a new tree type for furniture he’s interested in. They’re not expecting me back for an hour. You?”

“Plant inspiration for décor.” Isabela answered, “in case they want to use my gift.”

“So you both have an hour. Dolores will walk Isabela back after that.” Mariano clarified. Dolores slipped her hand into his and led the way toward a bench not too far away

Both Isabela and Mateo stared after them for a long moment before Mateo was the first to duck into the treeline with his pad of paper. Isabela blinked though she swallowed thickly and quickly followed.

A part of her not quite believing that… Dolores would do this. Put so much effort into this but it felt…so nice. A genuine care. The last three weeks had been…as distant as life had ever been since the mess she had started and she had looked forwards to all the letters she had received and given.

Mateo was first to find the pond a few minutes later on the barely visible trail though it was…hardly a grand view. The break in the trees was enough to let light on to expose that it was deep but the waters were barely clear. If she had to guess, it was starved of oxygen and needed more plant life.

Beside the pond, was the bench that Mateo took a seat at, patting the space next to him.

Isabela chuckled softly, carefully making sure not to crease her skirt before she sat, taking in the pitiful pond sight for a long moment.

“You know, a few new plants would bring the life back into that.” She remarked, “And the rest of this area.” The plants around, she could feel the weak network buzzing between each of the trees; sluggish plants hampered by the tree’s canopy and yet they were still fighting to grow. It would be so…easy to reach forwards and fill the area with life; brighten it up more and… to enjoy it.

But she couldn’t. Not with her restrictions. She couldn’t use her gift here.

“I’m sure that could be on the to-do list?” Mateo shrugged, “This bench could do some work,” he peered over his left to the floor, “One of the legs is rotting.”

Isabela snorted softly, “If we fall, we know what to blame.”

“Indeed.” He straightened up though she could see, as she looked at him, how he looked a little excited as if struck with ideas as he examined the tree. “If we meet here often…we could collaborate on a project.”

“But I can’t use my gift outside my room.”

Mateo shrugged, “You could always bring them from your room? Right?”

Isabela opened her mouth before she paused; that did sound like a fair loop-around. Making what she’d need and of course, manual gardening…. She had enjoyed the natural side more than her gift recently because she could do it outside in the courtyard...

“I suppose. Getting plants started and letting them grow naturally can be more helpful than me just…growing them there to fit.” Saplings and shrubs would be easy… and she could easily explain away if she was seen leaving with them as well; a project.

Mateo hummed though silence fell between them for a lone moment, though after a moment, he slouched with a heavy sigh.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a moment, “you look tired.”

Isabela nodded automatically. “Of course, I’m fine.”

His head turned in the corner of her eyes, his lips pursed slightly. “You…mentioned in your last letter that…you’re having trouble sleeping. Bad dreams?”

Isabela shrugged, tugging a lock of her hair to fiddle with. “I can handle it.”

“But… do you want to handle it alone?”

Her eyes turned towards him with a soft look. “It’s not something I…talk about. I’ve had a lot of bad dreams… the worst ones were after what I did to my sister. These are different now. Much better than before.” She hadn’t told anyone about those dreams; hadn’t wanted to. It was mostly a repeated memory of her actions but… why let onto her family about those. Camilo certainly would have believed she deserved to be haunted by her actions and sometimes, she felt like that as well. But these new ones, she hated… because it was so close to being real.

“Can you tell me?” Mateo asked gently, “I won’t judge.”

Isabela swallowed thickly. “I don’t know how to feel about the dreams…”

“I don’t mind trying to make sense?” The question hung in the air, it was his attempts still and…Isabela could appreciate them.

“I don’t want to sound like… I’m making myself look like the victim here. I did a bad and horrible thing and…I’m paying for it.” and she was almost at the 2-month mark and with no end in sight which…felt depressing. “It’s the only way I can atone for my actions.”

“Well… if it helps, I don’t think you’re trying to make yourself a victim. But what’s happened… it sounds like you’ve hurt yourself in this. You’ve lost a lot with your family… that hurts. You’re allowed to hurt as well.”

Isabela let out a shuddered breath, but after a moment, she spoke.

“It always starts outside of Casita. It’s a nice, clear night… and the whole family is there at dinner and they look so….happy. Mirabel’s always the laughing one…Camilo’s changing his face to amuse everyone…Abuela looks…cheerful and… I’m the one standing outside. Looking in.” Her eyes well up. “There’s a spare seat. It’s empty… but no one notices. No one cares.”

Mateo nodded solemnly, but doesn’t interrupt but set a hand into the little space between them.

“It’s a scene I want to be a part of… to share in that joy and… I can’t help myself but go in to join them… but things always go south after that.” She swallowed thickly. She hated the lingering memories of just seeing the family so happy without her. “Every time I go in… the scene turns cold. The laughter stops and the smiles turn to frowns and it’s silent. I always hope that when I sit, things will get happier again but… it doesn’t. It’s too quiet… and all I feel are their eyes on me…. Like I shouldn’t be there. The drink turns to ice and… all the food rots on the plate. I only wake up when…Abuela stands up sharply…” it was the fear of what she could say that always woke her up.

She had been at the end of Abuela’s anger before… and the scene wasn’t too far from reality when she first sat down for a family meal after the incident so she knew where her subconscious had pulled those ideas from.

“When did those dreams start?”

Isabela shrugged, “a few weeks ago.”

Mateo nodded thoughtfully though Isabela reached for his hand, pacing her palm on the back of his though her heart thudded in anxiety… of getting caught.

“I’m sorry that you’re…suffering through that.” Mateo sighed out, “your meal times must be hard.”

Isabela shrugged, “I barely talk to anyone, and I just eat and clear up and go to my room before curfew.”

Mateo’s nose wrinkled, “I forgot you’ve got that still going.”

Isabela hummed though she had already briefed him on her punishments, he was just as fond of them as she was. But his reasons for keeping this—their friendship—quiet, he hadn’t yet shared but she could sense there was a lot of fear to it but it was enough for her to know that they both needed this quiet for their own sake.

“Abuela hasn’t mentioned lifting any of my punishments yet…. Antonio’s ceremony is in a little over two weeks…. I won’t be able to…go into his room or be part of the party. The party starts at 7 pm and… the gift-part happens about half-past once people are inside…” That had been on her mind since Abuela had started to talk about arrangements at breakfast.

No doubt there was talks between her parents and Tia about her gift for decoration—she was allowed to use it for familia needs and this would be the first time she was properly asked to use her gift outside her room for their needs.

“Why don’t you ask? Your Tio Felix, He might be able to charm your Abuela into allowing some to be lifted? It is a special occasion after all.”

Isabela looked at him sharply, eyebrows pulling in curiously “How do you know my Tio?”

“His family works in crafting musical instruments. His father often buys wood from us for them or we sometimes help when they’re crafting bigger projects, like a piano. The number of keys are…” he didn’t finish, shaking his head with distaste at such a trivial thing.

“Huh…” She had no idea how connected the Marquez family was but… she supposed it made sense for people’s lively hoods to depend on others.

“Right now, things are a little tougher without your sister’s help but… sooner or later, they’ll get their heads on straight.” He sounded hopeful, despite his expression.

Isabela patted his hand, “you can’t change their minds if they’re as stubborn as my family.”

“I know… but life goes on, for them and for us.”

Isabela hummed a little, her eyes lowering down to his pad of paper where there looked to be…designs of boxes.

“What’s that?”

“Oh… this is a type letter box… I was thinking since… Mariano suggested that being messengers might be a little demanding on them in the long-term… this might be more useful for us?” He straightened up. “So, we only have one but we set it up somewhere public but we use it. We both have a key to get in and only we know where it is.” Mateo began to prattle on about it and his ideas and clearly sinking into his element quickly though Isabela smiled softly at letting him talk.

[futurstic-divineawakened]

Something bad happened

A male friend helps save the Miracle parts SEVEN TO NINE… has been deleted. It’s gone and I can’t get it back

Yes ladies and gentlemen all the work is gone

I am open to questions to heal my heart

[colorfulhope95]

Miguel Mateo and marco when they realize that the new Disney latinx kid with the letter M in their name and a magical object doesn't wear a red hoodie and also is a girl

I Know the edit looks bad but I also wanted to do memes about the Latino Disney boys with red hoodies and M names 😂

[miracles-and-butterflies]

When will Camilo's friends get a proper slap and some poisonous plants?

Maybe at some point.

Not now though.

Kinda hard when the rest of the family don’t have their names.

~~~~~~

“—And the rest of us are all left walking on eggshells. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer.”

“Well, you can stay here for as long as you like,” Mariano offered.

Dolores smiled in gratitude. “We both know I can’t. I’d rather be here though. But I have to go back… they are my family at the end of the day.”

“You could always go spend time with Antonio and your grandparents. I’m sure they’d let you.”

“I doubt it. If anyone is going to be needed over the next few days, it’ll be me and my gift.” Mariano opened his mouth and Dolores shook her head. “It’s been too long, Tía Julieta can’t heal her.”

He winced. “Ah, that’s… not great?”

“Mirabel will get over it. It’s not like she does much beyond sewing and reading. She won’t notice much difference physically.”

“I’d send her some ‘get well soon’ flowers, but I don’t think it would go down well with Isabela.”

“Just buy her some wool. She’ll be much more amused.” Dolores chuckled. “Or you could read to her for an hour. Luisa’s already shattered her voice.”

“What? Again? Didn’t she do that last week?”

“Yes. To prove she could sing higher than Isabela. She couldn’t. It was not pleasant.”

Mariano laughed.

Dolores did too.

“It can’t have been that bad. Your cousins can both sing.”

“No. It is like nails on a chalkboard.”

He shook his head, sighing.

“How are your parents taking it?”

“My parents?”

“It’s their son who… you know?” Mariano prompted. For all his poetry, he was struggling to put the action into words.

“I don’t think they know how to handle it,” Dolores admitted. Drumming a pencil lightly against the desk. “Mama thinks he is completely innocent, of course - he can do no wrong in her eyes. And Papa clearly doesn’t want to believe it but can’t argue with the evidence, nor is he sure what to do himself. And the focus somehow always falls back to Antonio because he’s the youngest.”

They didn’t say anything for a while.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Mariano asked.

“Of course.” Dolores asserted. “Just a bit stressed is all.”

“…But?”

“But… why didn’t I hear it?”

~~~~~~

“What noise do you think a doe makes?” Lorenzo asks, turning to his sister.

“They bleat, don’t they? Like sheep?” Rebecca responded.

They glanced back at Mirabel, who kept her elsewhere. Trying hard not to let it show how terrified she was (though knowing she was failing on that front).

She sniffled. “You can’t hurt me.”

“It’s not like you’re going to stop us.” Rebecca shrugs.

“You think we’re just gonna let you skip off and tattle on us?” Mateo asks, looking sincere for a moment. Then he cackles, “God, this isn’t the school playground, you idiot!”

Felicia steps forward, “Even if we did, it’s not like anyone is gonna believe your side of the story. You’ve already proved to be a pretty unreliable witness.” She reaches out, grasping the back of Mirabel’s hair and tilting her head up. “Don’t remember? Let’s see… it was a child’s fifth birthday party, someone cried the building was breaking and the miracle was dying, but when we went to look there wasn’t a crack or any rubble in sight. Ring any bells?”

Mirabel didn’t say a word, not daring to look away from the leaves on the ground.

Something is forced into her earlobe. It snaps in place painfully, burning against her skin and heavy. She wails. Turing around in wild confusion - when did Ignacio get there? But what catches her eye the most is the bright yellow thing hanging there.

“There’s something real for you to cry about,” Sola taunts. Felicia and Rebecca laugh.

Ignacio moves again, going for her opposite ear.

Mirabel tries to curl in on herself, away from the onslaught of pain, away from this torment, but her body is soon being held taut by Lorenzo and Felicia.

There’s nowhere to go.

“What’s the matter? I thought you Madrigals were so brave and invincible,” Rebecca comments, trying to get a reaction.

Felicia thought for a moment. “Then again… she was never a real Madrigal, was she?”

Ignacio shoves the other tag and clips it in. She thinks he caught some skin as he did, there’s a nip that didn’t happen the first time.

Mirabel is dropped, landing on her hands and knees briefly, then collapsing onto her side. She doesn’t attempt to stand, but she tries to sit up and adjust her glasses.

Rebecca harshly swatted her hand away, pinching the glasses at the bridge and pulling them away.

“Animals don’t get nice things,” she explained.

Mirabel doesn’t see where the glasses go but she assumes from the giggling between Rebecca and Mateo, they are definitely broken.

Lorenzo cooed at her suddenly, looking down and petting her head. “What a pretty, little doe you are!”

“And now that you’re all marked up, everyone will know what an important deer you are.” Felicia added. “It must be nice for you to finally be worth something now, isn’t it?”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

...okay look. We need more Mateo bonding with the kids like....you know what fuck magic or any bullshit like that I'm going to be the BEST uncle for all the brats.

And one of his siblings is like Mateo being a good uncle isn't a competition and he's like The Hell it isn't! You just watch I'll be their favorite!

Aw? You guys genuinely liked Mateo huh? Alright, let's have some Mateo (Félix's younger brother)and Julio (Felix's older brother) content!

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Mateo couldn't get one fucking day off around here. He got up from the couch, beer in hand, and went to open the door. His older brother, Félix. And every booger eater in the house.

"Mateo, hey, listen, I need mami to watch the kids, something came up and-"

"Shit outta luck then, its Wednesday. Date night, remember?"

Félix groaned into his hand. His brother was usually pretty chill, so whatever this was had to be pretty important if it stressed him out.

"Is ANYONE else here?"

"Just Julio, he got back from the market a second ago."

"Dios Pepa is gonna kill me- can you guys watch the kids?"

Mateo was about to respond when Julio, who was walking down the steps, did it for him.

"Sure, we can watch them."

"Fuck you- all this 'we' bullshit."

Mateo was always mami's favorite, taking responsibility and shit. Julio walked up to them, and he HATED how much taller he was than him, a good three feet at least.

"WE will watch them, yes."

"What if I don't fucking want to?"

"Then I will."

"...oh I see- you think this makes you better than me? Screw you, I can out uncle you anyday."

"Babysitting isn't a contest."

"LIKE FUCK IT AIN'T. You know what, we'll watch your little snot rockets for you, and they'll see who's the better uncle!"

Félix looked around wildly, as if he wanted to trust a stranger with them, before groaning.

"Okay. Fine. You guys can watch them for like, two hours. But we need rules."

"Fair."

"Lame."

"No more cussing in front of them. Camilo called Dolores a 'fuckhead' the other day and Pepa was going to kill me."

"What makes you think that was ME?"

Camilo pointed at Mateo, and loudly yelled.

"FUCKHEAD!!"

"HEY FUCK YOU-"

"RULE TWO. No threatening to beat up the kids. These are children, not a guy at the bar. You cannot fight them, and I WILL give you a barriga rosa."

Mateo folded his arms, and scoffed. Asshole. Julio nodded in understanding. Félix held up his fingers after every rule. Some of which he actually paid attention to, but he knew Julio was always paying attention.

"...five, no yelling, Dolores's ears are sensitive. And six, make sure Camilo keeps stuff OUT of his mouth. Hes been getting into licking stuff. You guys got all of that?"

"Yeah yeah we get it. Go do your thing bro."

Félix hesitated, before he knelt down to the kid's levels.

"You guys be good, okay? I'll be back in a bit, I PROMISE."

He gave them all their due kisses and hugs, before leaving. Then the kids turned to them. Fucking hell, five whole ass kids. Mateo stared at them, unsure of what to do. Julio, the jackass, was always way better with kids, even though he was boring as a bump on a log.

"Would you all like something to drink?"

Camilo immediately ran into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and held up one of his beers.

"This one!"

"Alright let me get a bottle opener-"

"Mateo these are children."

"Listen if he wants to get black out drunk, thats on him."

"Yeah! Besides, I'm an adult!"

Camilo turned into Mateo, and he gave himself a once over.

"An ugly adult, but an adult nonetheless."

"Listen here you little-!"

"Can I have juice?"

"I want lemonade!"

"I want hot chocolate!"

Many of them scrambled into the kitchen, while a couple ran into the living room. Mateo immediately went to the living room while Julio went for the kitchen. One of the girls lifted the couch clean off the floor, while Dolores picked up something off the floor.

"Oh. We found a peso!"

"Hey- put that down!"

She put it down harshly, and the sound made Dolores cover her ears, and cry. This made the other one cry too, attempting to comfort Dolores, while only making it worse. Meanwhile you had one kid throwing flowers around, one turning different adults and trying to avoid getting caught by Mateo. And you had one of them, the one with glasses, standing in place, drinking her juice. She had no 'gift' to use to contribute to this mess. That was when it clicked. He waited until 'Pepa' dashed past him, before he caught him in his arms, before Julio stomped on the floor, loudly, forcing them all into silence (save for a whimpering Dolores). Julio was holding flowers in his arms, and both her and Camilo stared up at them in curiosity. Mateo sighed.

"Okay, okay. How about we play a game?"

"I like games."

Muttered Dolores.

"Great. We're gonna play 'act like'...uh...Julio, remind me what that one's name is?"

"Did you seriously forget your niece's name?"

"You...forgot my name?"

She started to swell up in tears, and both Flowers and Muscles shot him a mean look. God women were scary.

"No no no! I just wanted to uh...see if Julio did! Julio, what's her name?"

Listen, his brother only brought over Camilo and Dolores, how the fuck was he supposed to know? Julio sighed.

"Mirabel."

"Right! Mirabel. We're all gonna pretend to be like Mirabel! So, everyone's gonna calm down, and everyone's gonna knock off the magic stuff."

Camilo stuck his tongue out to make a fart noise.

"Sounds boring."

"But the PRIZE isn't."

"Keep talkin' short stack."

Mateo flicked his forehead before continuing.

"The person to last use their powers gets to have the stash of candy I keep...somewhere. The whole bag, no sharing."

Flowers raised her hand.

"What about Dolores? She can't control hers."

"Then she can just knock off the damn tears."

Mirabel tugged on his shirt.

"But...I'm Mirabel. I act the most like me. Don't I win automatically?"

She had him there. He stammered for a response, before Julio came in to save him.

"Mirabel gets the second prize. Ice cream."

"Yay!"

"Great, we're all excited. So no shape shifting, no lifting heavy shit, and no...f...flowers-!"

He sneezed into his elbow. God he REALLY hated this particular power. The kids looked at each other, before nodding. Julio put her down, before leaning into his brother's ear.

"How are we going to play this if you don't remember their names?"

"Uh...that's...how we start the game! Everyone gets to make nametags!"

They got the kids to sit down, gave them crayons and papers (from Julio's last kid. Not something they talked about too much in the family), and they all made their own little nametags. Julio and Mateo watched them from the kitchen, appreciating the beers, and moments of silence.

"We're fucked. So fucked. These kids are fucking nuts."

"Don't swear."

"Why are you so CALM?! Jesus fuck FEEL SOMETHING."

Julio just glanced at him blankly. Mateo was about to go off, so tired of his shit, when someone threw a paper ball at his head. The little shit stain, Camilo.

"Oye- we're done! You don't even have fun stuff like glitter!"

"Glitter makes messes."

"Your face makes a mess."

Julio didn't laugh at such an insult, but even Mateo felt himself grinning. Kid was funny sometimes.

"How about we go play ball? Burn some energy outta you runts-what, Dolores?"

Dolores put her raised hand down.

"Kicking the ball is loud. Can I stay inside?"

"Can I stay inside too? I feel like I'd kick it too hard. And my shoes are new, I don't wanna get them dirty."

Julio shrugged.

"I can watch Dolores and Luisa. I don't like sports anyway. Can you handle three out of five?"

"Duh. That's how much better at babysitting I am than you."

Julio shrugged, before plucking a few books from the shelf, and sitting down with the girls. That left three. Camilo, Isabela, and Mirabel. He could handle three, totally. Even though flowers over here made his fucking nose run. He walked them outside, and from the storage shed, pulled out a ball. He let it fall to the ground, before holding it still with his foot.

"Alright, teams of two. Camilo, you're with flowers, I got Mirabel. Goals are there, and there. Whoever gets to three wins."

"Wins what?"

Mateo shrugged.

"You guys get to say one swear word, and I won't tell your parents."

THAT got them excited. He almost wanted to let them have one for free, just in curiosity. He thought about asking Camilo to come on his side instead, but he sorta...well. Felt bad he forgot Glasses' name here. He passed the ball to Camilo, but upon seeing him transform into some tall dude, he grabbed him by his collar, stopping him.

"No magic, none of you. Remember, the game?"

Camilo pouted, before turning back to normal.

"Ugh. Right. Fine. Do over."

Mateo didn't wanna count it, but he supposed the powers were more of a reflex for them at this point. They started over, and Mateo pushed the other two away from Mirabel, letting her run. And this girl could BOLT. These two tried to chase after her, but it was too late. She scored a goal, and Mateo grinned at the opposite team.

"Wow you guys just LET her have that. This is gonna be easy."

They started again. Mirabel took the lead, Camilo tried to steal it from her, and Mateo wanted to laugh as she fucking sent him to the ground. Isabela stole it from her though, and was about to hand it to Camilo, when he stole it (fuck going easy on kids), and made the winning shot. Mirabel lifted her fists in the air in triumph, and Camilo grumbled as Isabela helped him up. His shirt was dirty, but clearly he was more mad about his winning streak. Or lack thereof. Mirabel kicked over the ball, gesturing for him to lean down.

"Think we should let them have a point?"

"Fuck that mess, I say we cream these kids."

"Imma say the biggest bad word ever."

He gave her a little high five. He liked this one. They assumed their positions, and Mirabel was on it like flies to shit. She would've made it, honestly, had she not fallen flat on her face. Isabela took it and brought it to their goal, scoring a point. He would've stopped it, had he not immediately ran to Mirabel when she didn't get up. He helped her to her feet, and winced at the scratch on her forehead.

"Shit- kid you okay?"

"Mhmm. I'm sorry I lost the point..."

"Fuck the point- I thought you cracked your damn head like a nut."

He tried to figure out what to do, when there was suddenly a band aid in his face. Isa was holding out a band aid, covered in a flower pattern. He took it from her and carefully put it on her forehead.

"Better?"

"Mhmm. Thank you tìo. Gracias Isa."

Isabela and Mirabel shared a good squeeze, before they all turned when Camilo whistled. He had his foot on the ball, and he looked short as hell.

"We gonna see who wins or what?!"

Mateo grinned, fist bumping the two girls.

"Let's get it. Bonus points to whoever makes him eat shit."

-------------------

She looked up at him as he wrote in his sketchbook. She didn't know how long they had been here, but it had been long enough for them to play outside until it got dark, and enough for Luisa and Dolores to make MANY paper flowers for Isa (she had been sad that she couldn't make any during their game). Enough for them to have their bellies full with food (it wasn't very good, since it was 'shitty leftovers', but they were all hungry), and to have everyone but her asleep. Luisa, Dolores, and Isabela were asleep with Julio, while she and Camilo were with Mateo. It was quiet, especially since tìo Julio was asleep too.

"Tìo?"

"Hey kid. Thought you were asleep."

"I didn't wanna. What are you writing?"

"...it's a song for someone."

"Who?"

"Someone...I like."

His cheeks were red. Usually they got like that when he was angry, but he was also...smiling. Mirabel giggled.

"You LIKE someone. She cute?"

"Uh...yeah. Really cute. Don't go telling people, alright?"

"I won't. If I get to hear what you have so far."

"Blackmail eh? Alright you little cunt, deal. It's not much though. Uh...'At this point it's pretty gratuitous, to say that I love you I think that is obvious that you had something to do with it. I hope I don't ruin it, hope I don't accidentally throw it all away! You make me feel some kinda way, my heart isn't pumping it booms, inside of my stomach's a tiny apartment'. Kinda lost it th-"

"What if butterflies lived in the rooms?"

She didn't look at him from her piece of paper, but she heard him scribbling.

"'And butterflies live in the rooms, but only when I look at you. Uh...'Our time spent together is like planting a flower, and I think it's starting to bloom'. How's that sound?"

"It's pretty. I'd like it if a boy wrote that for me."

"Heh. You're a bit of a different kid, ain't you?"

She nodded, looking at the final folded result.

"That's what mi mami says. But I kinda...liked that about me today. Thank you."

"What for?"

"For msking it cool to not have a gift. To be...Mirabel. Everyone wanted to BE me for once. It felt nice. So, gracias, tìo. You're the best."

"Better than Julio?"

She looked at sleeping Julio, and whispered, as if he'd wake up and hear her.

"Yeah. He's kinda boring. You're way cooler. Though neither of you can cook."

"No, no the fuck we can't. But thanks kid."

She put the folded butterfly on his notepad, and snuggled into his side. He was a short man, but his arm around her as he hugged her, felt like a tidal wave of warmth and affection. Even if he smelled like grown up soda. She was about to drift off into sleep, when her and Dolores woke up upon hearing the door being knocked on. Mateo picked up both her and Camilo as he went to open the door. Félix and Pepa, looking very tired.

"Hey, there you are! Wow you got him to sleep. They didn't drink anything they shouldn't have, right?"

"What kind of adult do you think I-"

"He said 'if he wants to get black out drunk, thats on him'"

"Dolores you fucking snitch."

Tìa Pepa was trying to keep herself calm, probably because he just swore in front of Dolores.

"Never again am I leaving you with any of these kids."

"Shit bitch, they're alive ain't they?"

Félix had to hold his wife back, chuckling awkwardly to try to diffuse the situation. The thunder was so loud, it woke every else up, most with a cry of surprise.

"He's KIDDING! He knows if he isn't, I'm beating him up. Now come on, let's take the kids home, we've had a long day."

Mateo scoffed, turning away from them.

"Fuck that. Let her go, I'll throw hands with god for these kids, I'm not scared worth a shit."

Camilo leaned forward, falling into his mother's arms, softening her, just for a moment. Julio walked over with the other kids, letting Félix hold them. Félix chuckled at the paper crown on his head.

"Let me guess, Luisa?"

"Mhmm. I'm the pretty princess of unicorn city. Neigh."

Tìo Julio was never really happy or sad, and his face looked bored, but something about Félix's smile said he was happy.

"Beautiful bro, beautiful. Now come on, one more for the train ride home."

Félix held his arms out to her, and she hesitated. She gave Mateo one good squeeze, muttering 'thank you' against his jacket, before letting Félix take her. Félix was about to turn around, when Mateo stopped them.

"Wait wait- settle the bet, who was the best uncle. Raise your hand if it was me."

Mirabel and Camilo raised their hands.

"Okay, who's got their vote for stupid Julio?"

Luisa, and Isabela raised their hands.

"Great, now I know who's dead to me- wait. Dolores didn't vote."

"I like Tìo Bruno."

"Tìo Bruno can suck my left n-"

Julio patted the top of Mateo's head.

"You're just mad because we tied."

"I A M MAD. THIS SUCKS. I'M BETTER THAN YOU. That's it, these two get nothing in my will."

Félix gave him a look over, brow raised.

"You own a banjo, and a pair of socks."

"TWO pairs, pandejo."

Félix rolled his eyes, before wrapping up the kids in his arm with his shirt, keeping her and Camilo warm from his body heat. It WAS getting cold.

"Uh huh. Anyhow, I'll be seeing you guys, thanks for watching them."

"Yeah yeah. See you and your crotch goblins later."

The door shut, and Félix smiled down at her as they startedbto walk home.

"So, how was it?"

"Good. Tìo Mateo is funny. I like him. Can we come back?"

Félix hesitated upon seeing the glare from Pepa.

"I'm...gonna go with a hard maybe. But I'm glad you had fun. Now, mimis, it's past your bedtime."

Mirabel shut her eyes as she snuggled him. Her vision slowly filled with visions of a world where being her, was gift enough.

[glorytoukraine2022]

I already shared this idea with @omggypsyesmeraldathings-blog, but since we both liked this idea, I’ve decided to share it publicly.

Before I actually share my idea here, I want to make it EXTREMELY clear that I am NOT one of those creepy Encanto incest shippers do NOT and NEVER WILL ship two siblings together.

But my idea was a Carteo duet similar to “What Else Can I Do?” from Encanto. Where similarly to Isabella experimenting with her powers and seeing what she can do with them, Carla is experimenting with good magic and seeing what she can do with this new magic. Like Isabella and Mirabel, Mateo and Carla both gain a new perspective on each other. During the song, like Mirabel, Mateo realizes that there’s more to Carla than he ever thought and encourages her throughout the song while in awe of her abilities and beginning to fall for her.

Also similarly to Isabella and Mirabel throughout the song (and Carla and Mateo’s dance at the Coronation) Mateo and Carla are dancing symmetrically and mimicing each other’s moves in their own, special, dorky way.