#with all these aus can you tell that mirabel is my favorite character ever

[thefourchimes]

For the Fic Ask Game: 🥭🍇🥝

My bad for the late answer! Here we go:

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

Definitely Angst, Fluff, Crack, then Smut

I'd argue angst and fluff are tied, with crack being second only because I don't actually know how to write it intentionally (or more accurately, if the thing I write is even funny at all), but if I had it my way, it'd be a three way tie because I love all of them so much and it's fun to write for all of them when I can

And then there's smut—as mentioned before, I'm personally uncomfortable writing it, not to mention I don't even know how to 💀

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Oooh, this is an interesting one...I'm not fully sure if there's a specific one off the top of my head, as I just go with vibes and ideas out of the blue for the things I write

Though I guess Casita's fall scene and my love for the cool sisters spawned that one time travel au I thought about with how the two older cool sisters get sent back to the past after going back for Mirabel as Casita falls and protecting her, but I haven't made any progress with it recently

I also have this funny thing when I enter a new fandom, I sort of have a rite of passage every time of me thinking "is it possible to throw these characters into the underground of Undertale?" that tells me I'm really in deep in a media, hence why the Encanto Undertale AU exists right now

And on a more general note, anything that I'm hyperfixated on will usually always have ideas zooming in and attempting to form, like Encanto is right now

Case in point: my 235 page document of a (super super) self indulgent Encanto AU I'm planning right now (when will Mic ever shut up about this AU? Who knows!)

I probably forgot to mention others, but those are what I can think of atm eheh

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Oooh, I got a couple I can think of rn:

Found family (or Friendship tags, and for actual ones that have related family members like Encanto, the actual Family tags, I just love dynamics and platonic relationships so much)

Angst with happy ending

Hurt/Comfort

Any relationship tag with the & because gen and platonic relationships ftw lets go!!

[Insert Character] needs a hug (I may love angst a little too much...)

Also, this is less favorite trope and more just an ao3 tag I like to use because of how convenient it is: "There's a Tag for That"

I sometimes just can't think of the right tag at that moment and couldn't be bothered to then, so that's another one lmao

Again, there are probably others but I can't remember them atm oof

Oh well, thanks for the ask!! :DD <33

[zzzzzzzzzzoom]

Au where Mirabel is the avatar of the casita.

Encanto AU: What if Mirabel is Casita's avatar?

yooo this just gave me another idea, so thank you for the ask! from my interpretation, mirabel being casita's avatar is like, she's still her own person, but with casita's desires and actions for the family occasionally seeping into mirabel's subconscious. "when casita notices something, mirabel just knows and does something about it without actually being there" kinda thing.

It starts when Mirabel is around 8. She's accepted that she will never get a door nor a gift, and her family is so busy helping in town that she spends her childhood talking to the house instead. It's just like talking to a mirror, but... somehow she learns things she shouldn't exactly know.

Luisa is the first recipient.

As she watches her 12 year old sister run outside to do her village chores, a voice in her head goes, Oh, and she was breaking down in her room last night with all the things she has to do. Poor girl. Mirabel doesn't remember even entering Luisa's room these past few months.

But she can't do nothing, not when the concern feels so vividly real.

She thinks about talking to her, but decides against it. Gift-giving is her love language, and if Mira wants to show love to her hermana, she'll do it in the way she does best.

She embroiders a throw pillow, with calming and smooth wave designs instead of Luisa's trademark barbels. She tries to convey, You need some rest. She adds some sleeping donkeys for good measure.

(It feels somewhat maternal, but Mirabel is the youngest grandchild for now, so it's certainly strange.)

She slips it into Luisa's bed, carefully avoiding Abuela's view (she's always hated it when Mirabel would enter the magic rooms without permission), and hopes Luisa will feel better.

The next morning, Mirabel catches Luisa looking at her thoughtfully from time to time, and she's somewhat embarrassed, so she avoids her gaze. But something settles within her, and the voice in her head says, Ah, she slept so soundly tonight. Thank the stars for Mirabel's talent.

(But... she is Mirabel?)

This continues on for months. Camilo's insecure about himself again, the voice says, and Mirabel slips a Camilo doll into his bathroom mirror, to show him how fond she is of Camilo, not anyone else. Julieta's burning out from cooking, the voice laments, and Mirabel wakes up early to pick up her mom's favorite herbs and hides them in the cupboards. Oh, Dolores' earmuffs broke and she's too scared to ask for another one, and Mirabel's walking up to her, pushing some personalized earmuffs into her cousin's hands, muttering something about an early Christmas, even though it's August.

Isabela's making new flowers and killing them, again. A shame, I think her blue jacarandas are lovely, the voice says one day, and even though she's a little miffed (and surprised) at having to make a gift for Isa, she still slips into her flower-filled room with a purple and blue sash. (She adds some orange highlights, thinking to annoy Isa with the clashing colors, not knowing that it's exactly what she wants.)

Oh, Pepa's remembered Bruno again. When will he come back, I wonder... the voice says another day, quiet and sad, and Mirabel sighs. No wonder it's been raining since this morning. She wishes she could help, but she knows nothing about Tío Bruno...

He loves rats, she thinks, except the memory doesn't feel like her own. But now she knows what to do. Later that day, she sneaks a little stuffed mouse into Pepa's bedroom drawer, and hopes she finds it. (She does, and she smiles wistfully at it for a solid 30 minutes. Felix lets her.)

This behavior doesn't go unnoticed by the family. They know it's Mirabel, because who else can make dolls and pillows and designs as well as her? They just chalk it up to her being uncannily observant, inadvertantly causing themselves to distance themselves from her, just a little bit. They need to be strong, they shouldn't need her concern.

(Little do they know, their problems are not seen by her eyes alone. The very magic that flows through their house sees them too.)

It goes to show how much Abuela hides from them when the first thought Mirabel hears about Abuela is 2 years later, when Mirabel is 10 and playing with newborn Antonio. The thought is so wistful, so longing that it makes her forget about the giggling baby in the crib, the green walls of her nursery, the entire Casita.

She feels like she is Casita.

Another 5 years have gone by, haven't they, Alma, since the last gift ceremony? Another Madrigal grandson is born, and you think of your husband. Your children are 45 years old now, and you still won't allow yourself to grieve for their father. Let me help you, please.

...

..........

Of course, I won't, because you say you're strong. I'll follow you. You are mi vida, but...

And suddenly Mirabel is back in her own head, unfamiliar tears falling down her face. She opens the nursery door in a flurry, and stares at the still-glowing door of her Abuela, directly across her. Something's off, and she should help, but her feet are glued to the ground.

Of course, I won't, I'll follow you.

Those words ring in her head like a warning, like she's not in control of her own body, and she doesn't understand. She wills herself to step forward, but a baby's cry distracts her.

She turns to the crib, where Antonio is grabbing at air and whimpering. Mirabel rushes back to him, wipes the tears from her eyes, and picks him up.

"Sh, shh..." she murmurs, patting his back. As she rocks him to sleep, she spares a glance at Abuela's door.

It shines and Mirabel falters. She shouldn't meddle with this.

And so, she turns around and kicks the door shut behind her.