#pre encanto

[hannahhook7744]

Family Secrets.

Summary: There are somethings Alma Madrigal will never tell her children.  Encantober 2024: Secret. Trigger Warnings: Grief/mourning, past character deaths, trauma, etc.

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��Mami, story? Please.” Little Julieta asked in her doorway, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she tugged on her sleep braids. Eyes wide and pleading as she looked up at her in her little teal nightgown. “Bruno can’t sleep.”

Alma sighed, setting the candle down. “I’ll be right there, cariño.”

The five year old beamed at her, before bolting out of the room and to her room where undoubtedly her siblings were waiting to hear the news. 

“No running in the house, hija! You’re gonna hurt yourself!” Truth be told, Alma didn’t want to tell them a story. In fact, she wanted nothing more than to tell all three of her children to go to bed because it was late—so late that it was way past their bedtime—but the matriarch didn’t. Couldn’t. Not with the candle there to remind her that her husband, who’d been so excited to be a father, wasn’t there and that she was—that she was the only parent they had and they needed her to do all the things she and Pedro had planned.

Which meant that if the triplets wanted a bedtime story, they were going to get one. Even if Alma was beyond exhausted from trying to manage the town and three now superpowered children (one who could heal via food and needed supervision anytime she wanted to use her gift, one whose emotions controlled the weather, and one rat loving seer who saw things no child should) all by herself.

But nobody had to know that.

No, it would just be her and Casita’s little secret. 

One of the many secrets Alma would never tell her children.

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Alma would never tell the triplets how their father had written stories for them that they would now never get to read because they’d been left behind when their family had fled from the burning remains of what had been their home. 

Would never tell them how Pedro had run a shop that he had planned to hand down to them and their children and their children’s children, or that he’d had a brother named Benito who’d worked at the shop with him who had been so excited to be a tío that he’d fallen out the window and dropped a hammer on his foot when trying to make them their first toys. 

Alma would never tell Pepa how she’d gotten her red hair from Pedro’s mother, Rosa, and her temper from her own mother, Alba.

Would never tell Julieta how she could pass as her abuela Alba’s twin.

She’d never tell Bruno how he has his abuelos’ (Andre and Fernando) black curls and how he reminded her of his grandfathers, his grandmother Rosa, and both her brother, Raimi, and Pedro’s brother, Hernado. 

She’d never tell her babies of where they’d came from or how their father, Pedro, hadn’t been the only one to die so they could escape. 

Bruno, Pepa, and Julieta would never know what they’d lost. 

Who’d they lost. 

They wouldn’t know of their tía Alejandra, who’d turned into a giant red panda and grabbed her sword and screamed at Alma and Pedro and Bentio and Raimi to go and take the niños.

They wouldn’t know of their grandparents who’d fallen behind in the crowd or their tíos who’d run off with their primas who weren’t that far in age from them. 

The Madrigal Triplets would grow up not knowing what their mother had lost and the secrets of the family would die with her, if Alma had anything to say about it, and they would be safe. Even if Alma had to give smile and grit her teeth the whole way, and appease the village on her deathbed. 

They deserved that much.

They deserved more than that, actually, but Alma couldn't bring back the dead so they'd all have to settle for second best and hope that they were making Pedro proud.

[jacarandaaaas]

a little underappreciated detail about mirabel is how it’s likely she has an interest in horse riding! the only basis I have for this is a small scene in the movie but I love the implication of this being one of her hobbies!

we see how bruno approaches mirabel & alma on horseback but he’s uncoordinated and struggling (poor guy lmao) whilst this could be due to being in the walls for a decade I also think it’s because he doesn’t actually know much about horse riding as he’s never had an interest in it!

now compare this to mirabel who seems to know EXACTLY what she’s doing, she’s cool calm and collected and it almost comes naturally to her! I believe this is because she actually has an interest in horse riding! we already know she has many hobbies so I don’t think it’s far fetched to speculate this is another one!

also take in mind she is riding bare back here! notice how Bruno appears nervous (and is the whole ride back to the encanto) but alma is smiling she’s fully confident I believe this is because mirabels done this many times before!

also the way she does this jump so effortlessly!? and riding bareback is way harder too! Usually only experienced riders do this! so I think the fact mirabel 1. Isnt nervous at all about this and 2. alma isn’t nervous at all implies she’s experienced in some way

she just seems like she really knows what she’s doing and the horse doesn’t seem uncomfortable either! so yeah this is my mirabel is a horse rider theory!

[pepa-brainrot]

Encantober pt 1: prompt 'healing' @encantober-official

Post movie Mirabel still has a long way to go, just like everyone else in the family. Sadly, her repression issues make it hard- after all, everything is ok now- shouldn't she be as well..? Luckily Tía Armida knows all too well the feeling, and is able to talk to her about it

Using some of encantober prompts to do more oc and canon interactions that I don't normally but should- starting with our beloved mirabel- that hug is long overdo 💛

[encantobrainrot365]

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

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

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

(Credit to @lintushadow-art )

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

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

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

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

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

This would definitely lead to some abandonment and attachment issues.

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

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

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

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

[foggyfanfic]

Themes vs Realism

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dororoxpenana]

More young adult Bruno and María uwejwu

She always gets flustered whenever he acts affectionate 😭💚❤️✨️

[spooky-spextre-arts]

NEW ENCANTO LORCANA PLAYING MAT!

(I'm pretty sure this mat is fairly new. I'm just going off on the "PRE-ORDER" label this one had on eBay (and its current "unavailable" status it has online at places like Target.)

However, it's always possible this map came out around a year ago due to its similarity to already existing Encanto cards.

Perhaps it could've dropped sometime earlier this year, around the same time the similar "Look At This Family" Lorcana cards debuted.

[giggly-squiggily]

This is classified as Romantic!Reader for Dr. Stone, hehe if you don’t mind. I headcannon that before reader and Ukyo got together, every time reader is near Ukyo, reader’s heart beat accelerates, and we all know Ukyo has very enhanced hearing so he can hear reader’s heart accelerate. When he does, he teases reader about it. He knew reader liked him before they could even confess due to their heart accelerating but he prefers that they tell him face-to-face. So Ukyo made reader admit the reason to the heart acceleration with dem good ol’ tiggles. (Then reader gets flustered by the fact that he already knew and just wanted them to say it.)

The way this headcanon left me on my knees it is SO GOOD. God I love the "character with really good hearing can hear heartbeats" troupe so much you don't even KNOW! This is majestic- thank you anon! :D

“It’s racing again.” Ukyo spoke softly, watching you fluster. Oh one of the many perks of having good hearing. Sure- there were downsides too, but the ability to hear your heartbeat race made them worth it. “Why do you suppose that is?”

“I don’t know- you make me nervous.” You looked away, trying for cool. His soft laughter made your face grow hotter- and you could feel your heartbeat racing again. “It’s that hearing of yours. It’s eerie.”

“You don’t mean that.” He was closer, hands on your sides and fingers poised. “I can hear it in your voice- you’re lying.”

“No- it’s eerie and creepy and freaky!” You puffed more- starting to twitch when he curled his fingers. “You’re like that one blonde kid from Demon Slayer!”

“Pfft-” Ukyo laughed, face against your back as he hung onto you gently. “Pleahahahse- that’s so cruel!”

“It’s the truth.” Another lie. Ukyo snickered.

“Okay, liar pants; I guess I’m just gonna have to get the truth out of you the only way I know how.” He attacked quickly, digging into your sides and running his hands up and down them. You wished you could say you didn’t respond, or that you were immune.

Instead, you burst into laughter almost immediately- dancing and squirming in his arms as he carried on tickling. “Nohohohoho! Nohoohoho you sohohohn of a hahahahahah! Gheahahha, Uhuhuuhukyohoohooho!”

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asked, voice teasing. “Got something to tell me?”

“Lihihihike hehehhell I dohohooho! Aheahhaa-GHAHH OOHOOHKAY OHOHOKAY FIHIIHINE!” He went for a spot he knew would break you- leaving you to fall to your knees and cough through your laughter. Seconds later, he presented the water canteen. Where’d he get that, you didn’t know- but you were grateful all the same. “Thaahhanks..”

“Of course. Now- you were saying?” He asked, sitting across from you. You felt your face heat up again before sighing.

“I…really like you. That’s why my heart races whenever I see you.” You waited for him to laugh, to gasp in surprise- to do anything.

But he only hummed, nodding. “Knew it.”

“HUH?” You yelled, wide eyed as he grinned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not exactly subtle, (Y/N).” He laughed- the sound increasing tenfold when you lunged at him for revenge tickles. “Whahahait wahahhit I’m shahahaharry!”

“You’re gonna be, you gremlin!” You cried in return, giggling the entire time. Your heart was still racing- much to Ukyo’s enjoyment.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Ngl, I would love to see a Lego video game adaptation of all the Disney Princess movies, although I have zero idea how the devs at Lego could make that work properly. If not that, then at least an adaptation of the Renaissance movies or even some of the Post-Renaissance/Experimental and Revival ones. A combo of the three eras, perhaps? The possibilities are endless!

[adoptedmadrigal2]

When all you want is to sleep comfortably,

A/N: apologies for disappearing for so long but I had a lot to do for college. I'll try to start posting again but I can't make too many promises.

Phases

"Goodnight mi flor," Julieta whispered kissing Isabela's head.

Once julieta left, Isabela tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get comfortable but unfortunately she got wrapped up in her loose nightgown.

She groaned before she sat up and yanked the pink fabric over her head and tossed it to the floor by her bed. As soft as it was it was too loose and kept getting tangled around Isabela. Mere moments after the annoying fabric had landed on the floor the eldest madrigal had fallen into a deep sleep.

Down the hall Dolores was getting ready for bed when her mother came in to check on her and tell her goodnight.

"Mi bebé, I came to say goodnight," Pepa said stepping into Dolores's room.

"Mama?" Dolores said emerging from her closet.

"I'm right here lola, come sit," Pepa said patting the 12 year olds bed.

"can I ask something?" Dolores asked sitting on her bed.

"ask away mi vida," Pepa said

"it's nearly my time, and I was curious about a few things I've been feeling," Dolores said shyly, still unfamiliar with her cycle despite having it for almost a year.

Pepa assured her that having questions was normal and answered them, remembering how she had to go digging for this knowledge on her own.

"Its perfectly normal to get cramps in your thighs from your period, trust me tia Julieta said it herself," Pepa assured tucking her eldest into bed.

"Ok mamá goodnight," Dolores yawned curling into her blankets.

Pepa kissed her niña's head, and closed her door with a light click. Before Dolores truly settled in she peeled the yellow fabric of her nightgown off and then snuggled into her blankets clutching her fluffy owl to her bare chest. The feeling was odd since she had never slept without a nightgown before. Dolores enjoyed the feeling and curled into her blanket and fell asleep within minutes

The next morning Pepa was in charge of waking up the kids. Camilo and Mirabel had a sleepover in Camilo's room so Pepa gave a knock, then stepped in to get the pair woken up and dressed. Once she'd sent them down to Julieta she made her next stop at Luisa's room. She opened the door and gently patted Luisa's hip until said girl had finally opened her eyes, "buenos dias tia," she sleepily mumbled reaching out to hug Pepa.

Luisa was always her favourite to wake, because Luisa loved cuddles in the morning so she could have a moment to spend with her sobrina wrapped up in happy cuddles.

"Buenos dias mi sobrinita, I need to wake the other girls, get dressed and I'll be back to do your hair," Pepa said sitting Luisa down on the short stool by her dressing table. Believe it or not, Luisa is light for her age, even with her gift. And she takes full advantage of her light build. She loves when Julieta lifts her onto the counter to sit while she makes arepas, or when Agustin gives her piggyback rides. She especially loves when Pepa wakes her up and carries her around her room for a little while while they cuddle, and sometimes if Pepa hasn't dressed, she'll help Pepa pick an outfit, all while Pepa holds onto her in a soft warm cuddle.

"Ok tia," Luisa yawned in the affirmative, and Pepa left to go wake the eldest two.

She started with Isabela,since she was right beside Lu.

A knock at the door proved that Isabela was definitely her mother's daughter sleeping like a rock until she either got up on her own or was forced awake by someone else.

With that Pepa opened the door to Isabela's room. She walked towards the bed and isabela had shifted in her sleep tossing the cover off herself. Usually Pepa wouldn't be surprised by this but when the blanket was thrown away from Isabela all she saw was skin. No nightgown, no camisole. Just Isabela's bare chest, which wasn't a big deal since it was Pepa waking her this morning, but what if it had been tio Felix, or her father. None the less she woke Isabela up, and Isa immediately pulled her sheet to her chest as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Isabela didn't say a word at first, but she didn't have to because Pepa was the one to break the silence.

"Isa, there's nothing to be embarrassed over, trust me. It's just something of a phase you go through, I will say, you got lucky this morning since it was me, but be careful when you sleep like this ok," Pepa said reassuring Isa that sleeping in her underwear or fully nude was normal, just to be careful and choose when she slept like this wisely.

"You get dressed, I'm going to wake up Lola," Pepa told noticing that roses bloomed on Isabela's chest for her to hide in until she had an actual top or dress on.

"Ok tia," Isabela said as Pepa left her room.

She took the short walk to Dolores's room and gently opened the door. Her daughter was wearing her head wrap and was sleeping soundly. Her blanket was thrown off her top half much like Isabela, but she was sleeping on her stomach so her chest was pressed into her mattress.

"Lola," Pepa said quietly as she coaxed Dolores to wake up.

"Buenos dias mama" Dolores said as she reached to her right to grasp Pepa's hand and give it a squeeze, a little habit she has picked up as a child.

"Buenos dias mi niña, sleep well?" Pepa asked trying to brace the subject of her sleepwear, or lack thereof.

"I slept well mama," Dolores said sitting up, she pulled the yellow nightgown discarded the night before over her head as she pushed her head wrap up to uncover her eyes.

"Seems you did, is this the first time you've done this or just the first time I caught you," Pepa asked being a bit more straightforward since Dolores had no shame or embarassment about her body. Yet.

"First time I did it, it felt weird, but in a good way," Dolores said stretching.

"Well, little piece of advice, be careful of when you do that, you got lucky since it was my turn to wake you this morning" Pepa said

"Ok mama, I'll make sure," Dolores said crawling out of her blankets to sit on the side of her bed.

"Alright, come down for breakfast when you're dressed," Pepa said giving Dolores a light hug.

She returned to Luisa and fixed her hair with a warm smile on her face, her thoughts racing with a desperate need to talk to Julieta. Once Luisa's hair was done, she and Pepa made their way downstairs.

Luisa was soon scooping Isabela, Dolores, Camilo, and Mirabel up from the living room to take them outside to play. Thankfully giving Pepa enough time alone to talk to Julieta, but not before a coffee.

"What's wrong mi hermana? I know you've got something on your mind," Julieta asked stirring together some cinnamon and sugar to sprinkle over the apples she'd just cut.

"Isa and Lola are going through that phase," Pepa grimaced

"Which one? We have a whole alphabet of teenage phases," Julieta said refilling Pepa's coffee mug.

"Let me put it this way, their sleepwear has changed," Pepa grimaced

"Ooh, that phase," Julieta sighed, "should we talk to them? I mean we went through the dormido desnudo phase when we were their age," Julieta reasoned pulling warm arepas off her cooktop.

"I know, but what do we tell them, if we tell them its wrong then they'll get the wrong idea of it and think its bad, its perfectly normal, but if we tell them that then they'll still do it, and we won't know when they do it, and that could lead to some awkward conversations or incidents." Pepa told weighing their options.

"I've got an idea," Julieta said

In the garden Luisa Isabela Camilo Mirabel and Dolores were kicking a ball around, when Dolores quirked her ear and said

"Cmon Isa Tia's calling us in," Dolores grabbed her older prima's wrist and ran inside with her, she had no idea why she grabbed her wrist but she did. Plus it was funny to hear isa yelling to slow down behind her

"You called?" Dolores said once the two were in the kitchen with Julieta and Pepa,

"Si, now its come to my attention that the pair of you are sleeping without your nightgowns?" Julieta asked

Both girls looked at each other and then back to Julieta embarrassed to admit their secret.

Julieta took that as a yes, and continued

"It's perfectly normal to experiment with sleeping desnudo, Pepa and I did it when we were your age. But to keep any awkward situations from happening, after breakfast Pepa and I will show you how to make a sign for your doors, that way in the morning, whoever has to wake you up will know to let Pepa or myself wake you." Julieta told to the blushing girls

"Can we make them now while the others are outside?" Dolores piped up

"Si mi nina, I'll go get everything you two will need, go ahead and sit," Pepa said going upstairs to grab her art supplies.

When Pepa returns with pens paper and string, she shows Dolores and Isabela what to do and leaves them to make their own designs. At Least now Pepa wouldn't be shocked to walk into one of their rooms and see an excess of skin

"Thank goodness mamá doesn't wake the kids, Isa would die if she did, and I truly dont like that isa has to uphold a perfect persona all the time when mama is around her," Julieta sighed continuing making breakfast

"I know, maybe we should let her sleep in one day when we know mama will be busy and give her a day to be herself, " pepa suggested

"You're a genius Pepa. We can do that probably tomorrow, mama has some plans with her amigas. We can keep the kids at home and make a day of it," Julieta said as she turned the sausages over

About a year later Luisa had her own sign to hang having also been caught, by Isabela.

"Look Julieta, Isa's showing Lu how to make the little door sign I showed her how to make," Pepa said as a small rainbow sprouted above her head at her nieces' interaction.

"It's good to see her talking to Lu and Mira, mama has her drawn so tight it's rare these days," Julieta said peeking out from behind her book. "Especially now since mama has her yanked tighter than ever with the perfect persona. I really hate that she had to stop wearing her favorite blue dresses in favor of more elegant pink ones to show her maturity"

Pepa agreed and continued smiling over her sobrinas.

Mirabel didn't quite get the chance to go through this phase at the same age her sisters did, due to Antonio being in the nursery with her. But when casita was rebuilt and she finally got her own room she was caught, her nightgown tossed to the chair and her chest against a pillow as she slept soundly.

"Mira, wake up," Julieta said.

The 16 year old slowly woke but once he brain had caught up she yanked her blanket to her chest.

"Mama! I-I" Mira studdered trying to explain

"Mi bebé, calm down, it's nothing to be ashamed about. All the girls went through it, even me and your Tia Pepa," Julieta told handing Mirabel her gown.

"Really?" Mirabel asked

"Yes really. You wouldn't believe how many times I caught both your sisters sleeping on their backs with their chests in the air. And honestly, I don't blame them. Sometimes sleeping nude is a nice change of pace" Julieta said. "After breakfast, ask Isa to show you how to make the sign for your door, she showed Lu about four years ago."

Mira smiled and straightened her gown before heading downstairs.

"it's about time you danced on the wild side. Come on we can all make new ones together, mine just broke and Luisa and Lola's are on the verge of breaking" Julieta heard her eldest say.

Things changed after the fall of Casita, and Julieta has to say seeing her daughters act like sisters again is the best change of them all.

[hannahhook7744]

Hay Que Volar, Hay Que Encontrar Su Propio Futuro!

Summary: The night Pedro dies isn’t the first time he and Alma have seen that river.  Title in English: You Have To Fly, You Have To Find Your Own Future.

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“¡Ay dios mío! ¡Pedro!” Alma shrieked, splashing her boyfriend as he hunched over with laughter after she slipped into the river that was slowly becoming their spot. 

All while both of their brothers (Raimi and Benito) and their friend, Alejandra, cackled in amusement. 

“¡Lo siento, lo siento!” Pedro gasped out between his laughter, not looking sorry at all. “Lo siento, mi amor.”

Raimi snickered. “ I don’t think he’s all that sorry, mi hermana. Though I can’t say I blame him, how do you trip and fall into a river that’s six feet away?”

The dark haired girl scowled at her younger brother. “It was not that far away!”

“Was too.”

“Was not, tu pequeña mierda!”

“Ooo name calling are we now? What would Mamá and Papá say, Señorita Perfecta?”

Alma glowered and splashed the teen in the face, which only made the others—Pedro included—laugh more.

“Pedro!”

“¡Lo siento, lo siento!”

[jacarandaaaas]

I’m bored so here’s user jacarandaaaas hot takes rapid fire round

- I don’t think camilo is an asshole who’s heartless and I hate content that portrays him as such

- pepa is not a bad parent because of one 5 second scene where camilo comforts her

- julietas trauma is undermined a lot of the time and compared to her daughters

- comparing the characters trauma is weird

- i don’t think isabela is crazy violent post movie and would hate to be seen that way

- luisa is an introvert

- I don’t like the take that bruno avoided the kids pre movie I actually think he would spend more time with them than the adults

- I hate parentified mirabel. she’s 15 let her have fun she does not need to babysit people who are all older than her

- on another note yall undermine mirabel too much just because she has trauma but so does every other character. mirabel is not the only one who is traumatized and her trauma doesn’t make her any less capable than anyone else.

- isabela is smarter than she’s given credit for

- luisa is the most feminine out of the sisters but y’all discredit that because she has muscles even tho the movie has an entire song about how she wants to be seen as more than that.

- dolores can be fun

- camilo is watered down to being just “crazy” but y’all ignore how caring and considerate he is too just cause he’s a teenage boy

- let mirabel say fuck

- this one isn’t even a hot take anymore but none of the characters are perfect and that includes Bruno

- talking about bruno I hate when he’s shown to be completely incompetent at everything

- same with mirabel

- I think it takes a lot of time for isabela to fully embrace imperfection as we saw after wecid how fast she reverted back

- alma is not evil or villainous at all but people have a right to be upset at how she acted (the movie makes this a point she does say mean things) her actions are understandable not inexcusable

- going from one toxic dynamic to a different toxic dynamic doesn’t make it any less toxic (codependency)

- isabela and mirabels relationship is mutually strained

- luisa wasn’t a good sister just because she ignored mirabel instead of belittling her

- mirabel was just as ignorant as everyone else and I’m tired of y’all acting like she knew the whole time when she didn’t

- pepa never hated bruno and y’all didn’t understand wdtab

- LET MIRABEL BE FUN AND SILLY

- antonio wouldn’t abandon mirabel for his animals he already loved animals premovie anyways

- isabela is a huge softie and I hate how overlooked that aspect of her is

- luisa never hated isabela

- dolores never intended on ruining isabelas proposal she just heard a prophecy that everyone’s lives were gonna be ruined and was terrified

- mirabel has friends

- luisa is a grown woman who is capable of doing things for herself

- I think camilo was the most distant when bruno came back but after a while they became really close

- mirabel is brunos fav i mean come on she literally saved his life

- i don’t think pedro is given enough respect

uh yeah that’s all I have for now lmao

[yellowcry]

Swap sisters because yes.

Luisa is annoying. Honestly, I understood that you're so strong and the best fighter, why should Abuelo remind us about it two hundred times per day? Is having super strength immediately gives you some armour? I'm a goddamn eldest, I should be the one who's allowed to do the most. (SHE'S SO COOL, CAN I HAVE A SWORD? I'M SO DAMN ENVIOUS OF HER ENERGY!! PLEASE, I NEED TO BE A FREAKING BADASS WHO CAN SHOVE OFF ALL THE BAD GUYS)

I suppose Mirabel is okay. She's just doing... Something. I honestly can't imagine what it would be like with as much control as this. Abuelo prefers for her to stay with the "strong" part of the family. I have been her babysitter a few times, but it's really rare.

We were close as children. Not so much right now. I'm usually too busy with practicing my skills. And I can't let Isabela into my room, she'll definitely try fight me and get under the hit by accident. I don't want to harm her by accident. Even if I'm really handful of my strength, anything can happen.

I think Isabela usually spends her time with Dolores. And I'm not being out of my room too often to know what she's doing. But I think it would be great not to have Abuelo watching you constantly or be viewed as she weakest link inside the family.

Mirabel is not much different. Tho I got my gift when she was a baby we couldn't spend much time together. It probably got worse after the ceremony. If she was in my room, she probably wouldn't try to do anything, but I'm still not taking this risk. She's so small, it would take so little to harm her... I have to be strong enough to protect her

Luisa is sort of a person we have to try to be. Not in a sense of strength, but in how careful and responsible she is. She's probably the only person who never looks over me. Abuelo says that she has to train and she can't do this in nursery. Sometimes (read: always) I wish to be like she is. Maybe then Abuelo would trust me enough to do anything.

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Sneak peek, out of context👀

"You can't do that! She's my bebé!"

"She woke up for me!"

"Yeah, because you disturbed her! She was sleeping!"

"You-you take that back!"

"She heard your shrill voice and wanted you to stop talking!"

"Well, maybe she finally had enough of your moaning!"

"Why, you-"

"Ay, papí! You make me feel so good! Oh sí, oh sí, oh sí! Right there, right there, right fucking there! Por favor, más dur-"

Pepa froze mid sentence. There stood her mama, holding a tiny sleeping Mirabel, Dolores peeking around her skirt with wide eyes. Alma fixed them both with a stern look.

"Pepa, do we really need a reenactment of last night? I think we've all heard enough at this point. I for one would not like to relive that."

Julieta blushed scarlet and buried her hands in her face.

[treedish]

The stars don't shine, they burn, and boy did Crowley know his stars. And the shine of his favorite star in the sky could never compare to the everyday radiant light of his angel. But stars burned, and being too close to the celestial hurt him in ways he never thought were possible. Except, demons were meant to play with fire; they were meant to burn. So maybe it was okay if he stood just a bit too close to Aziraphale for his own good most days. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

He did worry about his angel though, for stars were lonely and often forgotten in the vast canopy of other stars. Very few humans loved just one star, instead marvelling at them as a whole. Being a star was a solitary existence, and no creature could ever get too close without being blinded or burned. Eventually, even the hottest, brightest stars would burn themselves to a crisp, and then explode in a grand destruction, reduced to dust and colorful matter drifting through space. Sometimes, when Crowley looked too long in his angels eyes, he saw blue giants swelling with love and light and he feared the day they would go nova. He created novas, after all, hell he created every star in the bloody sky and then some.

He was so proud of his celestial lights, and yet even with his joy over his beloved cosmic creations, God had once again outdone him by creating Aziraphale, the brightest celestial light that there ever was.

In a way, Aziraphale was the last thing between Crowley and full demonhood. Because when he Fell, he lost everything. His faith, his grace, his name. And he loathed. He angered. He raged. And he went up to Eden, to look upon God's new creations and tempt them away from Her. And there he was. Crowley had whispered in Eve's ear, tempted her to the apple and watched from the ground as she led Adam to humanity's destruction.

So you can imagine his surprise when mid-exile from the garden, an angel came up to the couple and offered them his flaming sword, to protect them and their unborn child from the dangers of the outside world. But that wasn't right at all. God and Her whole lot were rotten, sanctimonious, unimaginative, and so very apathetic in their holiness. Every angel he had ever known had blindly followed God's will, and Her will right now was to kick the humans out of the garden to fend for themselves as punishment. So why would an angel, an agent of the holy agenda, secretly give away a blessed artifact to the very humans he was meant to be judging right now?

His apologetic smile had been so soft and sincere that Crowley thought for a moment that the being wasnt an angel at all, but rather Grace incarnate. A being more pure and Good than the archangels themselves. But no, there he was, ushering them out of the garden before the storm arrived and blocking up the exit after they were gone.

He couldn't help but go up to the winged creature standing anxiously on the wall. He couldnt resist the temptation to speak with this being, this force of empathy. And he did and there was Aziraphale and Crowley found himself falling all over again. One afternoon, one interaction, one act of kindness, and suddenly all of his anger, all of his disgust, and all of the empty longing at the center of his being vanished. In its place, he found the echo of his Faith.

Somehow in his Fall, the warped core of his inhuman heart had burned to a crisp, but sheltered the tiniest hint of his hope, and it reared its ugly head then in his chest as he stared in amazement at this miraculously Good angel before him. It was as he'd said, by God's rules, he had been the one to do the good thing, and Aziraphale had been the one to do the bad. And the next 6000 years were history.

He may not believe in God or her bloody Plan, but he believed in Aziraphale, and his angel's unfailing ability to always do the right thing regardless of anyones blasted plans, even his own. All he had ever done in his entire existence, his whole relationship with the Almighty, had been to question. It was why he Fell. Why he didnt Fall as far as the others. But he found himself one night, bottle of whiskey in his hands and his twinkling creations above his head, speaking to God again. It was a habit he'd picked up and never been able to shake.

This time was different, however. After 60 centuries on Earth among the humans, this was the first time he didn't scream or beg or curse his questions at the heavens. Instead, he quietly admired his accidental constellations and whispered so quietly that only She would ever hear it.

"If there's one thing You ever got right, it was him. In all of Eternity, You have never made anything else that compares to that angel, not even your beloved whales. So I'm saying this once, now. Thanks. I don't care if You meant to or not, but You gave me the opportunity to live with the embodiment of my stars for the last few millennia, and for that one blasted, blessed thing I'll actually thank You, You bloody autocrat. But if You dare to cast him out, to try to throw him in with my lot, I'll hunt You down. I'll collapse space and time and matter itself until I reach You and I'll rip the blessed essence right out of Your incorporeal grace, do You understand me? He's the one truly Good thing You've ever done, don't You dare muck it up now."

If anyone ever asked him about it later, and of course no one ever did, he would deny thanking God for anything, and he would especially deny ever being grateful for the angel that left him behind.

[magicalmadrigals]

She looked at her daughters when one of them made a sound as she set about winding Bruno, praying neither of them were waking again, but her fears began to settle and her heart swelled as she watched Pepa simply cuddle closer to her hermana to share her warmth with her thumb in her mouth. Oh, both of them looked like little angels now and one would never think they had been wailing some time ago. All three of them were incredibly hard work, she could never deny that and there was no doubt in her mind that they would continue to be as they grew up, but they were her world and she cherished them. It took a little time to wind her son, but he eventually let out a little burp and she sighed with relief at seeing his eyelids were beginning to droop when she moved him back from her shoulder. Now that all of them had full bellies and were more than contenta to go back to sleep, perhaps she would have the chance to actually get up and start getting ready to face the day ahead. It was going to be a long one, she could tell, what with a number of homes still in the process of being built in town and some things she needed to oversee, but she was glad there was a lot to do. It would help to keep her from thinking.

Searching in the Shadows - Ch. 2

I adore Alma as an abuela, but I have to admit that I have such a soft spot for her as a mama to her babies. You just know, thanks to how the three of them turned out, that she was the best and she really rubbed off on them.