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yellowcry · 10 months

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Fear in the night

After a bad dream, Alma decided to go outside for some fresh air. It turns out that she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep well tonight.

Alma slowly stood up in the quiet water of the river, walking forward. Everything was pretty blurry as she rushed forward with only one thought. They had to get away. She saw the terrified look on her family's faces but didn't stop. It doesn't matter right now; the main thing is to go somewhere safe. The red moon glittered ominously in the sky. Alma witnessed dark shadows of people but couldn't actually see anyone.

"Mamíta!" Bruno let out a suffocating gasp, and Alma winced, also jumping in fear, as she looked somewhere where she heard a voice. Her hijo was standing there, frozen. A dark, twisted hand that looked like a chicken paw grabbed him, pulling him away.

"Bruno!" Alma screamed, now running to her son. A sable metal blade flashed in the air only for a second before falling right into her child, painting everything red.

Darkness surrounded them. Alma felt like shadows bent her down, pressing on her shoulders.

"Mamá, don't leave us!" Her children's voices melted together. Alma attempted to look up, but everything was so blurry. The figures in the shadiness kept changing repeatedly, from ginger hair to black, from brown eyes to green.

Alma opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but she couldn't make a sound. It's like she was underwater, and attempting to speak just made her have water in her lungs.

She saw her family's outlines in the flickering moonlight; people were falling to the ground as rapiers hit them. The air was full of a bloody smell. Alma's guts twisted as she tried to close her eyes tightly, but then the screams around her became louder and louder.

"Abuela, help!"

"I'm scared!"

"Why didn't you help us?"

Everything was red. Alma wheezed, looking at her hands covered in blood. Why did it happen? E-everything was fine yesterday! Probably. Now all she could see were pictures of her dying family. Soldiers found them, and now everything that Alma tried to prevent for fifty years has happened. Her kids are now lying in her hands as breathless newborns. But somehow her grandchildren were still there, begging for help. There were only two colors: gray shadows and red from all the violence. The blood that she swore to never spill anymore. But now the water under her feet was red. Alma felt like she was drowning; a wave swept over her, pushing her down.

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Alma woke up with a terrified gasp, clutching to her chest. Her heart kept beating like crazy for over a minute as she gazed at the clock. Two AM. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Everything was fine. Nobody was dying. Nothing happened.

But memories of the nightmare inside her head were still too fresh. The boiling blood in her ears was still too loud. Alma wasn't even sure, why she had a nightmare. It was over fifty years ago; everything is fine now. Still, her heart missed a bit when she thought about the cracks in the cliffs. Alma knew that now was a different time; right now, there wasn't any war that could take the life of someone important to her. They even visited Alma's home village not so long ago. But the images of bleeding shadows still flickered in her mind, almost mockingly. A dark reminder of what might happen in the future.

"I need some fresh air," Alma muttered to herself while carefully shooting her blanket. She looked out of the window, and the shutters wobbled a little. Yes, some time to think outside would be good.

Alma winced in stunner as she realized that she wasn't the only one who was sleepless in the middle of the night. There, on the bench in front of Guzman's house, sat Luisa, clearly distinguished by her big figure. Her loose curls were falling on her shoulders, making her look like some beautiful muse from ancient Greek myths in the weak moonlight. She looked at the cracks in the mountains, almost frozen, breathless.

"Luisa?" Alma's nieta fluttered at her voice. "Why are you awake?" She came up behind her, looking at the young woman worriedly. Luisa shrugged her shoulders, slightly crouching over.

Alma saw how Luisa pursed her lips unsurely as she sat next to her. "Abuela, why are YOU awake?" She finally asked back, keeping looking into the distance with an impenetrable facial expression, pursing her upper lip, her eyes looked like she wasn't here right now. Not mentally. She clasped her hands, respiring heavily.

Some parts of Alma wanted to scold Luisa for answering a question with a question, while others wanted to say that everything was fine. But her inability to speak about her feelings was the thing that led them all to lose their gifts. To almost losing one of her grandkids. So Alma took a deep breath, also looking at the mountains. "I had a nightmare." She whispered, breaking the heavy, tense silence in the air.

Luisa made a surprised sound and finally turned to see Alma. Her face was so shocked as if she couldn't believe that her abuela might have nightmares. Then she bit her lip, taking a calm breath. "Me too." She sighed harshly, leaning back on the bench, looking at the broken mountain again, and crossing her arms over her chest.

Alma wanted to ask what Luisa dreamed about, but she knew that forcing somebody to talk about it was a bad idea. So, instead, she kept studying a severe crack far away, trying not to think about what could happen if something went wrong. As she saw with her side eye, Luisa did the same, staring at the rift almost without blinking. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to attack at any moment. And Alma probably wasn't any better, baring her teeth from a mix of anger for the monsters in her dream and fear for the family, chin tucked in.

There was a heavy, awkward silence for a few minutes, interrupted only by a light breeze. The air was wet; judging by the clouds in the sky, it might rain in the morning. Without Pepa's powers, they all had to get used to the equatorial climate. The stars were shining in the night sky, breaking through the cold fog of the night. The crack looked scary, almost ominously, as if it were laughing, "You don't know what might be behind me." Alma didn't want to know the dark thing—all the bad people that now had a way into the Encanto. But her memories of this awful dream were still too fresh. A vision of lifeless bodies kept appearing in her mind. Of what could happen if something went wrong.

"Is it..." Luisa hesitated, finally speaking again, hunching over. "Is it strange that I'm afraid that something bad might happen because of crack?" She asked unsurely, making Alma stare in surprise as she finally got distracted from contemplation of the mountain and looked at her nieta again, trying to proceed with what she just heard. Luisa looked at her hands, clutching them into fists. "L-like with Abuelo Pedro?" She sighed heavily, closing her eyes. "I know that... Every person from the outside world that we met was very nice, but..." She stopped in the middle of the sentence, not sure what to say next.

Alma couldn't hold back a surprised giggle, which wasn't left unnoticed by Luisa, who looked away in embarrassment, probably thinking that she just acts stupid. "Lo siento, I didn't mean to laugh at you." Alma immediately assured her. "It's just..." She pursed her lips. Talking about her feelings was hard. Throwing all those years of pain outside was barely pleasing, but Alma allowed these inner scars to be cooked way longer than they were supposed to. "That's what happened in my nightmare." She explained with a harsh breath, looking up at the cloudy sky, wondering if Pedro was looking at them right now. But, knowing that she wasn't the only one who couldn't keep calm because of senseless thoughts was a little bit reassuring.

"And in mine too." Luisa breathed out even if it was completely unnecessary because of her last sentences, and Alma was pretty sure that her nieta knew it too, clarifying it more for herself than for anyone else. Alma clunked her palms together, looking at Luisa, thinking that the two of them might have way more in common than she thought before. She never paid Luisa much attention, especially compared to her sisters. Isabela had the privilege of being the favorite grandchild, spending most of the time with Alma and, pretty much, overshadowing all the other kids in the house, including her hermanitas. But if Mirabel was desperately trying to get Alma's attention, always working around the Casita, asking her for credit over many things like needlework on her skirt or the new song for the town kids, even if it rarely was anything more than a simple 'good job' told just for politeness until Alma would return to her business. And Luisa did the same, except for the fact that she never asked for any sort of attention directly. Just working hard, desperately trying to be noticed, to earn some sort of prosperity. Yes, it was pretty easy to overlook Luisa, despite the fact that she was the largest person in the whole Encanto. It just felt like she was very small. The curse of the middle child, isn't it?

"I don't even have my gift anymore." Luisa murmured gloomily. "I won't be able to help if something bad happens." She winced, once again looking somewhere far away with a strange, abnormal sadness printed in her bones as if she were way older than she was supposed to be, making her abuela worriedly sick. Luisa shouldn't be worried about anything like that; it wasn't her business or something she was obliged to do.

Alma shook her head unhappily, speaking to her nieta. "Protecting this family is not your job." She should've said it ages ago, but instead, she placed the need to keep everyone safe on the kid's shoulders. Maybe if it weren't for Alma's own issues, Luisa wouldn't be sitting here right now, fretting just like she was.

"It's not your job either." Luisa chuckled, shrugging slightly. Alma let out a weak laugh. Okay, Luisa got her here. It wasn't a job for anyone but for the whole family together. Even if asking somebody for help was scary and hard. But she used to rule alone, throwing away all worries to keep others safe, so asking anyone for help was unusual and very strange, like breaking some unsaid rule.

"Fair enough, I think we both just got used to it." Alma sighed, and little smiling sprinkles appeared in her nieta's eyes. Alma was putting her problems away for the sake of her people, hoping that this pain over Pedro and her fear of repeating history would just go away. And her nieta used to be the one who could handle anything, no matter how hard it was.

"I mean, I want to make sure that you all are safe." Luisa's tone became serious as she looked at the crack again. And something on her face just told Alma that if something bad really happened, if there was even the smallest threat, then Luisa would move mountains even without her gift, just to protect them. And for a moment, Alma saw a five-year-old who was sobbing in her white party dress, scared that somebody might take her family, just like they took her Abuelo years ago. The girl who promised to protect her family at the moment she earned her gift Alma wondered if this willingness to keep everyone safe was the reason why Luisa's gift was super strength. To make sure she was strong enough to save them all. People mostly assumed that it was due to her love for physical activity, but maybe there was more behind it.

"Thank you.." Alma whispered. "Luisa, you're the strongest person I know, even without your gift." Her nieta had a strong willingness to protect her family. Maybe a little too strong. She had already sacrificed herself for fourteen years for the community, letting go of her childhood for hard work. And if self-sacrifice was a generic family trait... Alma hoped that it wasn't, even if something in Luisa screamed that she would do the same thing as Pedro if it meant keeping everyone safe.

Luisa shook her head, clutching her hands in front of her chest. "I'm not strong." She chuckled a little, making Alma wince in surprise. "I would never live through losing someone I love." She scrutinized at Alma softly, even adoringly.

"I didn't do it either." Alma sighed. She had been mourning for many years, even if she hid this burning pain inside her chest, promising to stay with the one who could hold them together. Because she thought that she didn't have time to cry over something that couldn't be changed. Pedro was gone, and admitting it made her heartache. Thinking about how he never managed to meet his own kids was painful. For a moment, the wind became stronger, messing up their hair. Alma's white hair hit her spine.

Luisa smiled, gently placing her big palm on Alma's hand as she threw her hair back. "Still, you managed to build this community out of nothing." Luisa squinted her eyes, there was some kind of pride inside them, destined for somebody really important. "I would never be able to do something like that." She looked down with a harsh sigh.

Both of them stared at the rift again, not sure what to say next. Because the problem still remained. They were open to the outside world, which could be beautiful but also very dangerous. The shiny darkness inside the crack made Alma's guts twitch as she thought about everything that could be behind it right now.

"But what will you do if something really happens?" Luisa bit her lip, tucking a strand behind her ear, running the curly hair between her fingers, finally speaking about an unsaid problem. Truth be told, that's worth worrying about—the reason why Alma couldn't just ignore those nightmares.

Alma looked behind them at the house where the whole family was currently sleeping; she really hoped that everyone else had sweet dreams. Two nightmares were more than enough. "I'd like to say that I would discuss it with everyone and make some kind of plan..." She moaned, leaning back on the bench, trying to be honest, more for herself, and because now, sitting in the darkness of night, Alma realized that Luisa would never judge her for the truth, not when she was as worried as Alma is. "But I don't think that I ever would be able to out anyone, even at the slightest risk." Even the smallest thought that anyone could be hurt made her shrink in fear.

Luisa scratched the back of her head, lost in thoughts for some time. "Maybe I could delay the danger for some time." She put her head in her hands, and her hair was thrown behind the bench. "I still have my muscles." And she tensed her arms, showing her powerful hands earned by years of hard work.

"You don't have to." Alma assured her immediately, the last thing they needed was to return to their old habits and put a burden on just one person. It wasn't Luisa's job, and Alma really meant it. Luisa should run with everyone and stay safe, not risking herself for the sake of anyone else.

"I want to." Alma knew that it was true. Because something in Luisa said that she would do anything if it meant protecting them. She would give anything for it, even her own life. It was the same confident look that Pedro had at the moment when soldiers reached for them. If Mirabel got his optimistic outlook, then Luisa totally earned his endless love for the people that were important to her. Something, that made Alma shrink in fear of knowledge of what might happen if something would really go wrong.

"I know." Alma sighed hard, snuggling up to her granddaughter. "But this family doesn't need another Pedro."

They had enough trauma over one dead member. Alma would never be able to live with herself if her grandchild died. She remembered how scared she was, almost forgetting how to breathe, at the moment when Bruno's tower fell on Mirabel. When Alma only imagined what could happen to her little girl, whom she had abandoned for years.

Luisa didn't say anything about it; she just shook her head, looking at the ground. The warm equatorial air was lying on their spines. The trees rustled far away as the wind played with their leaves. The bright stars in the clear sports in the sky shone somewhere far away from here.

"It's just so much to take in." Luisa fetched out a breath. "At first, my gift disappeared." She looked at her hands, clutching them into the fists on her knees. "Now we're open to the outside world." She hesitated for a moment. "Maybe I'm just overthinking." Luisa shook her head, giggling a little.

"I'm the last person who could blame you for it." Alma chuckled, thinking about how she came here because of her own worries. Yes, saying anything to be worried about nothing was total duplicity.

They became silent for a while again. The broken mountain stopped looking so terrifying. Still, the darkness between the edges of the crack sent an awful, twisted feeling of worry down her spine.

"I hope that everything will be fine." Luisa sighed as she put her head on Alma's shoulder, making her wince in surprise.

"I do too." Alma placed her hand on her nieta's spine, slightly patting her.

Hope was the best thing they could afford right now. After all, no one could see that the future was holding—not anymore. Even if Alma knew that her fears were mostly irrational, forced by old scars on her soul that would never heal properly. Still, it was hard to feel unsafe with Luisa around. Part of Alma wanted to slap herself, reminding herself that placing a burden of protection on Luisa wasn't fair; it wasn't her job or something she had to do. But again, her determined face said that Luisa would protect her family without any hesitation, not because she was forced to, but because she wanted to keep everyone safe because her heart was big and warm, ready to keep beating for her family. But the fear that this heart might go too far, willing to help them at any cost, was awful.

Alma winced as she realized that Luisa stared to sneeze on her shoulder, finally falling asleep. She chuckled, slightly ruffling her nieta's hair. "Have sweet dreams, Luisa," Alma whispered in the air with a soft smile, leaning her head on Luisa's. At least now they were safe. Her granddaughter deserved some good sleep after thinking about what might happen if she didn't manage to save anybody, despite the fact that she never had to be the one who should protect anyone more than a normal human. "Tomorrow is another day." Alma yawned, closing her eyes.

Everything was fine. They were safe. She couldn't say that she wasn't terrified by the thought that something might go wrong. But for now, they were okay. No one was going to repeat Pedro's fate of disappearing in the cold water. There wasn't a smell of burning houses or fresh blood. And maybe, for now, things are quite okay.

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None of them had a nightmare this time. Even if, in the morning, both Alma and Luisa would laugh embarrassedly over the photo of the two of them sleeping together on the bench.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #there's not enough alma and luisa bonding #let traumatized grandma and anxious protective granddaughter comfort each other

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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 month

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Dolores: *takes a deep breath in*

Dolores: Again, we call that a “traumatic event”

Dolores, turning to Camilo: Not a “bruh moment”

Dolores, turning to Isabela: Not a “major L”

Dolores, turning to Luisa: And definitely not an “OOF lmao”

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal

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zuuz-dot-chr-exe · 2 months

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Log date: 22 lll 24

I've done it. I've finally done it!

I can finally introduce my fankids to you guys!

Without further ado...

• Isaac, 17 (he/she)- the first and only child of Luisa Madrigal. Just as stubborn and compassionate as his Mama, however he struggles with empathy a bit. Her Gift is creation and control of crystals.

•Beatriz, 14 (she/her)- adopted daughter of Mirabel Madrigal and Renia. Cryptid but good-hearted. She's mute and her Gift is transfeeing energy between organisms.

•Daniela and Romualda, both 11 (both she/her)- firstborn twins of Dolores Madrigal and Mariano Guzman. Daniela is energetic and brave, albeit a bit spoiled and reckless. Her Gift is flight. Romulada is empathetic and careful, but a bit of a perfectionist, her Gift is teleportation.

•Alma ll, 18 months- youngest of her generation, baby sister of Daniela and Romualda. She bites a lot and goes everywhere she definetly shouldn"t. Her Gift is undecided as for now, and honestly I could use some help with that 😅.

•Samson, 8 and Heracles 1 year- two really traumatized pets. While they are closest to Luisa and sleep in her room, they technically belong to the whole family.

Let me know what you think. I'm honestly pretty proud of these guys.

"Encanto" and its characters belong to Byron Howard and Jared Bush.

#Encanto #Encanto AU #Encanto OC #Isaac Madrigal [encanto]#Beatriz Madrigal [encanto]#Daniela Madrigal [encanto]#Romualda Madrigal [encanto]#Alma ll Madrigal [encanto]#Samson [encanto]#Heracles [encanto]#art #digital art #fanart #🧠.art

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queenofthedisneyverse · 5 months

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Oh goodness…

What are the kids’ mannerisms after snapping…? How will they turn out in the end…?

Apart from angry? mostly depressed, distraught, tired, and broken. All of the years being under Alma's iron fist and grip comes back to them. Isabela and Dolores suffered for at least 19 years, Luisa suffered for 15 years, Camilo and Mirabel suffered for 12 years.

Antonio wasn't under her hold for that long, only two years after his ceremony, but being tossed out and scarred because he just wanted to talk did traumatize him.

But they ALL hate themselves because of how they all can't stop talking like her and having her mannerisms. While spending time in the barn, the talk to each other about how they used to be.

Camilo used to be a prankster and theater lover, Dolores a quiet and reserved girl, Isabela an adventurous tomboy, Mirabel a happy bouncy little girl who loved helping, Luisa a strong girl who loved to play games and just be her, no expectation waying her down, Antonio a sweet but shy boy.

It was hard for them to remember those things on their own so the other grandkid would help them out with what they could remember.

All the pretty clothes, sweet/classy behavior, were tossed out. They would keep their manners and cleanliness but that's all. They basically just turned into very wild children, but honestly, with what they've been through, they deserve to be.

Slowly they go back to their old selves, but they still have trauma. Every night in the barn, one of them (or all), have harsh nightmares of Alma forcing them back into that house. Forced back into that perfection role.

So, while plotting for Alma's demise, they bond and get to know each other better. And trying their best to break away from the perfection doll they used to be. And cussing, yeah....they cuss like sailors by this point.

And it's hilarious and cute when Antonio does it.

@reikomizuao3

#Perfectly Tainted Miracle Au #Tainted Miracle Au #encanto au #au

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 7 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 16: Grief

The end of January was always a hard time of the year for Julieta and Agustin. January twenty-sixth was the original due date for the child they were supposed to have when Luisa was two years old. Julieta and Agustin were so excited that they were having another child together, but their lives would come crashing down that spring. She got several tests done at the hospital and it was confirmed that she miscarried.

The months after the announcement were the most devastating months for Julieta and Agustin. They saw the door disappear slowly before getting a confirmation from the doctor, which made them anxious. That was when they went to the hospital to get the confirmation. The entire family grieved the loss of their potential new child, sibling, cousin, grandchild, and nibling, but Julieta carrying the child made her the most traumatized.

Now, every year on January twenty-sixth, the Madrigal family hosts a private memorial service to remember the life the child could have had with them. Alma would tell the story of the would-be Madrigal to Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio and have a yearly candle ceremony by the lake. While they also celebrated the life the child could have had, Julieta and Agustin could not get themselves to even try to celebrate their child’s potential life.

When the child’s would-have-been eighteenth birthday approached, Alma decided to hold a ceremony at Casita and have Julieta make a cake for them. As much as she did not want to, she agreed anyway because they would still be an important part of the family, and it would have been her child, after all.

While she was baking the cake, Mirabel came into the kitchen to see her mother clearly upset while baking. She could not help but walk in to see her mother crying and see how she was doing.

“Hola, mami; I couldn’t help but notice you still crying while baking. Are you still upset about the miscarriage?”

“Si, Mirabel; I really hope you never have to deal with this when you get to my age. It’s one of the most devastating things any mother could go through. That’s why we always say how you were our miracle baby, because we didn’t think we would be able to have any more children after that.”

Mirabel sat at the kitchen island while Julieta continued gathering ingredients. “I hope you don’t mind, mami, but could you tell me about your pregnancy a little bit? I know it didn’t last long, but I wanted to know how it felt.”

Julieta signaled Mirabel to come near her. “I was so excited about having a third child. Your tia was visibly upset and jealous since she was trying so hard to conceive and knowing I was able to do so twice after her made her visibly upset. But she still supported me and was just as upset when I announced the miscarriage.”

Mirabel hugged her mother once she told that part of the story. She wanted to learn more about the older sibling she could have had, but she also knew there was not much information to be revealed since her pregnancy did not last very long.

“You also have no idea how excited your papi and I were when I was pregnant with you two years later. It was also why I got so emotional when you were born. It also made me worried because of the last pregnancy. So I was kind of overprotective of you when you were born. I didn’t even let your tia Pepa or tio Bruno hold you for a couple weeks because I was too scared of losing you.”

Mirabel began helping her mother with the cake by taking out some flour and sugar from the cabinet. “Do you remember how you felt after the miscarriage was announced?”

“It was the most devastating news your papa and I got. We went to the hospital that day because we saw the door fade and we needed to do some tests at the hospital to see if we didn’t miscarry. Once we did the test, they diagnosed the miscarriage and that was when we and the rest of the family got the news.”

Julieta put a bowl on the counter and Mirabel started to scoop flour into it. Julieta got the milk and the butter from the refrigerator and put it on the counter. “Do you still sometimes wonder what kind of gift they would have had if they were born?”

“We sometimes do; we wonder a lot of things about the child if we ended up having them. Like, what their interests would have been, or which one of the adults they would have been the most attached to. Bruno liked to joke about how they would have been the most attached to him just to tease me, since Isabela was the most attached to you abuela and Luisa was the most attached to your papi.”

Julieta took two cups of water and put it in the bowl of flour. Isabela and Luisa came into the kitchen to see their mother and sister working on the cake. “Hola, Mami and Mirabel, we just wanted to see how the cake was doing,” Isabela mentioned.

“The cake is getting done. I just needed to give Mami some motivation to make it,” Mirabel replied.

“What’s been going on?” Luisa asked.

“I’ve just been thinking about the child I would have had, like I always do when we have these ceremonies,” Julieta explained.

“Mami, I know that this is the hardest day of the year for you and papi, and you’re not wrong for still grieving for their potential life. But you still understand why Abuela holds these ceremonies every year, right?” Isabela explained.

“Si, because the life they would have had would still be special and to teach us that even the potential life is precious.”

Julieta’s daughters hugged her excitedly once she mentioned the reason. “So you still understand the meaning of these ceremonies,” Mirabel mentioned.

“And besides, you still have three amazing daughters that fill your life with joy everyday,” said Isabela.

“And you still call Mirabel your miracle baby and express how grateful you are that she’s here, alive, and healthy,” Luisa added.

Julieta hugged her daughters back. “Do you want to help me with the cake? Mirabel offered and we would need this done in a couple hours.”

“Si, mami, we would love to,” Luisa replied.

The cool-colored sisters gathered more ingredients for the cake and helped Julieta finish making the cake. They put it in the oven after gathering the ingredients and helping Julieta mix them in the batter. After a half hour, Julieta took the cake out of the oven and Mirabel got the icing out of the refrigerator, and all three girls iced the cake. Each daughter then decided to be in charge of one decorating process for the cake and it was done within another half hour. The four women looked at the cake in awe to see how great it looked.

“I’m sure it’s going to taste as great as it looks,” Mirabel pointed out.

“And it’s all because I got my three amazing daughters to help me out,” Julieta added.

Alma came into the kitchen to see her elder daughter and her three cool-colored granddaughters finishing up with the cake.

“Is the cake almost finished? You have been in here for several hours,” Alma pointed out.

“Lo siento, mama, I was just thinking about the grief this miscarriage has given me and was telling Mirabel about my pregnancy at the time. I understand that I’ve been dreading this day every year for eighteen years, and I’m still going to in the future, but I’m starting to find some more positives on this day too,” Julieta explained.

Alma smiled and gave Julieta a hug. “I knew you would one day see the good in these ceremonies. You know that we celebrate all the Madrigals in this house, even the ones we lost and never got a chance at life.”

“I understand now, mama. And now, even Mirabel understands too.”

#encanto #disney #disney encanto #disney's encanto #encantober #encantober 2023 #day 16 #grief #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #miscarriage #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #family tragedy #cw mentions of miscarriage #cw miscarriage #la familia madrigal

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gamerbearmira · 2 months

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It’s dream anon from the ask a few days ago, it finally continued and I got to see the end!!!

I think the grandkids ages are the same as when I woke up last time so Mirabel & Antonio at 13, Camilo at 11, Luisa at 8, and Dolores & Isabela at 6. And except for Mira and Tonio the gifts are the same. Also as far as I can tell Bruno never left.

So the cracks still happen, and much earlier at that. All the adults were in denial that anything was wrong with the miracle, Alma more so than the others. Mirabel and Antonio were also aware of them, Casita had let them know. Dolores was suspicious since she could hear that something was up with Casita, but didn’t investigate farther when the twins told her there was nothing to worry about. And the other grandkids were completely unaware that something was wrong.

Mariano was the same age as in the movie, he looked the same at least. And often watched the younger Madrigals when Mirabel and Antonio were busy.

Dolores heard the cracks becoming even louder than they normally are, so she sneaked away from Mariano and her siblings back to Casita, coming face to face with her Abuela and cracks forming all over their home. Dolores questioned Alma on what was happening only to get yelled at. (Now from what I could tell Alma wasn’t the nicest, but she’s never screamed at anyone like this.) Now being a young child Dolores started to cry, Mirabel & Antonio could feel that something was happening because the red butterfly began to flutter around wildly.

They quickly made their way back to Casita, the other kids noticed and followed them. The Madrigal adults saw their kids running back to Casita and trailed after them.

(There was an argument between Alma, Mirabel & Antonio but I can’t remember what it was about.) Anyways Casita did end up collapsing, and while the adults made it out okay, the kids were still inside.

When the adults began to shift through the rubble it took around 30 minutes before they heard someone crying out for help. After lifting a few pieces off they found their kids. But Mirabel and Antonio had turned into statues made of stone, surrounding their siblings in a protective hold.

They were distraught and began to cry over the loss of the oldest grandchildren, ignoring the other kids for a moment while they were consumed by grief. After getting them out of Mirabel and Antonio’s arms, the immediate reaction was to yell at them. Those poor kid were already traumatized and the adults weren’t helping at all.

Instead of rebuilding Casita in her original spot, after clearing out all the rubble, the Madrigals made it like a final resting place for the statue of Mirabel and Antonio. (It was never shown where they lived otherwise, but I won’t question it.) Alma banned her remaining grandchildren from visiting their oldest siblings, saying that they didn’t deserve to be in their presence.

Even though they technically weren’t allowed to, the other grandchildren spent a lot of time with their petrified siblings. Reading, drawing, decorating them with their favorite things. But one day on the grandkids way to them, they were caught by Alma who began to yell at them. Soon enough the other Madrigals and some of the other villagers came out, just watching her do it.

Camilo, tired of listening to her, gathers up the younger ones and they all run to the statues, hiding behind them. The adults follow them there and Alma yelled at them that they need to get away from the statues. She said that it was their fault Mirabel and Antonio died, but the kids all refused. So she started to make her way over to pull them away by force, but before anyone can do anything else, a bright light shines in front of the kids.

Mirabel & Antonio are no longer statues, and are standing before their siblings. The kids immediately go to them crying with relief, hugging and hiding behind them.

The adults try to hug them as well but they are pushed back by a mysterious force. The twins are extremely angry, pointing out how they’ve been watching their family the entire time. And they’ve seen how the other children are being treated horribly. That they should be ashamed of themselves and aren’t to be trusted with kids any longer.

So they take their siblings and leave, I have no clue where they went since that’s where I woke up.

That ending was bittersweet, I’m happy the twins aren’t statues anymore, but what were the adults on? Like they really just blamed and yelled at a bunch of children😑

At least Mirabel and Antonio were freed and got their siblings. I hope that they’re living a happy life wherever they went.

Although one thing that confused me, is that no one ever aged. I know time passed since there were days and nights, but whatever I guess.

VERY BITTERSWEET WHAT DUH….

No but it’s interesting, I will say that. I mean being turned stone ,turning back and running away is INSANE. AND THE ADULTS. I mean they’re pieces of work 😭😭 like why aren’t you defending your kids. Hopefully they are a lot happier 🤭<\\\3

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #dream au

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cartoon-lovers-world · 2 years

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Everyone is talking about how the Madrigals ALL suffered throughout the movie:

Isabela being stuck being perfect

Dolores always hearing everything

Luisa under pressure

Camilo has identity crisis

Mirabel not being as special as the rest of her family (at least that's what she thinks, we love Mirabel)

BUT! (it was my wedding day, sorry, i had to)

Not enough is said about Antonio!

This boy also suffered but it seems like not a lot of people notice it

He was literally scared of not getting a gift! He believed that the gift is what made him important and special (i mean, he saw the way Mirabel got treated by Abuela), it was supposed to be the night of his life, the happiest day ever for him, but was he happy? NO HE FREAKIN' WASN'T! Heck he hesitated before touching the doorknob

And let's not forget that he literally didn't get to meet or even know his tio, a tio who he CLEARY would've loved, a tio who would've loved him like his own kid

This boy literally had his gift for a DAY! Then BAM! He lost his gift after he had had it for ONE DAY, did i forget to mention that HE WAS GONNA BE CRUSHED BY A FREAKING DOOR?! Can you imagine how traumatizing it can be for a FIVE YEAR OLD KID

Not to mention he literally saw Casita collapse on Mirabel, his prima, his HERMANA FIGURE (no offense, Dolores)

Thank you for your time

#Encanto #Antonio Madrigal #Camilo Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #You love Antonio #I love Antonio #We all LOVE Antonio

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I'm close to finishing Encanto and I honestly have mixed feelings about Alma. On one hand, she was very stern and controlling over her family family the point where she was the reason most if not all of then were constantly under pressure and afraid of disappointing her and I hold how she scapegoats Mirabel and Bruno for things that weren't her fault against her. On the other hand, she's a scared and traumatized woman who apologized at the end and had a legitimate explanation for her actions.

alma is a very flawed & complex character which i love, especially for the reasons you’ve pointed out. her behaviour stems very clearly from the unresolved, realistic trauma of losing her home, her husband & then having to raise her children all on her own while leading a village.

her thoughts & coping mechanisms bled onto her children, which bled onto theirs. you can see all of alma’s fears in each of her children & grandchildren quite fascinatingly tbh.

pepa has her perfectionism & need for everything to go right, much like isabela then would. julia heals everyone’s pain just as alma was expected to while ignoring her own. luisa has to be strong at all costs, & feels like she’s failing everyone when the fractures in the family come to light. camilo consistently changes face & shape to be whoever is needed to help the villagers, much like alma.

then we have bruno & mirabel who i believe become the “outcasts” in alma’s eyes because they’re the most like her. sure, isabela is there as a mirror image of her grandmother in looks but who else encapsulates alma’s fears & neverending paranoia of things going wrong, that stemmed from intense trauma, than her son who literally has visions of these things?

who else is more like pre - war alma who believed in people & just wanted to be one with her family, her now broken, fractured family than mirabel? mirabel is alma, the alma that could’ve been if she hadn’t had her family torn apart in the civil war. the alma that is now being hurt by herself & her trauma which is probably why mirabel feels so outcast. this is why mirabel is the one to break open pandora’s box, metaphorically & literally. you have to look to the past before you can tackle the future & that’s why their relationship is so important in an individualistic society that pushes throwing away relationships the moment there’s a hint of conflict.

interestingly, antonio is the only one i can’t tie to a facet of alma’s trauma & that’s because he already has her in his life, through mirabel. mirabel, who represents alma’s past self, her untraumatized self. mirabel who stopped that passing onto the next generation in antonio & broke the cycle.

#encanto #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #julia madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #ais.txt #answered #q #god i love talking abt this movie #esp as a psychology major #thank you anon uwu

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prophetic-hijinks · 1 year

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Elena's Madrigal Family dynamics

Alma

Alma was not fond of Elena being a lounge singer and while trying, would accidentally slip insults about it. Asking when she was giving it up etc. Also the divorce thing, before she understood the context, but still divorce is like very rare and a bishop has to agree. Yeah that dude sucks, God says yeeteth him.

Eventually, she realizes that she and Elena have a lot more in common when it comes to traumatic experiences and she finds it kind of comforting having a member of the family who understands loss, civil war, hunger and fear of societal destabilizing conditions like her.

So she came around.

Mirabel

She is close to Mirabel, but Mira had complicated emotions about wanting her uncle to be happy. But also worried a new family would take a black sheep ally away. But they worked through it and Mirabel comes to her for advice sometimes. @cheetee wrote a fic about this that was so wonderful, it's hijinks canon now

Antonio.

She adores Antonio, and she plays silly games with him.

Camilo

instant buds and kind of bring out the loving teasing behavior when near each other (Bruno: you're not allowed to gang up on me!")

Also big performer personalities so Camilo learns from her, and she and him help with Bruno's plays.

Agustin.

Get along well, he knows what it's like to not be on Alma's favored side.

Felix.

He is the only of the member of the family she will outright sarcastic jab with. Basically it's an ongoing cold war of short jokes.

Felix: oh Elena, bring an umbrella. Pepa is raining today and I know you and Antonio would be the last to know.

Elena: aye Felix! Short jokes? I'd ask how you could sink so low, but turns out that is your standing height.

Dolores.

To be honest. Sweet girl, thinks she is lovely. But constantly worried she is gonna say something sexy to Bruno and she is gonna hear it (which she suspects she has, bc one time she whispered something and Dolores squeaked, but determinedly wouldn't not look away from her knitting a room over). Also... Apparently she was listening to her uterus under Alma's request... So Elena let that one go

Luisa.

Elena wants to help. Elena, soft little city girl physically, more of a hindrance than a help. Elena insists on helping. Luisa insists she shouldn't. Repeat conversation ad infinitum.

Isabela.

They bonded on the concept of showing an idealized version of themselves to the world and it making them miserable. Elena offers insight into bisexual or lesbian identities based on her friendship with Lucia.

Pepa

these two are sassy little gremlins together. Once again. Lovingly tease Bruno.

Julieta.

Gentle mothering sister even though she is only 12 years younger, and has experienced far more life experiences. Julieta, gonna Julieta. Elena helps her with mass cooking though, bc though she is not as good as cook as Julieta, she has experience making food for a large group from being at the orphanage

#encanto oc #elena ruiz #fanart #bruno x oc #family dynamics #encanto

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hourglass-dreams · 2 years

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Describing each Madrigal with a vague yet bold statement.

Abuela Alma: traumatized grandmother with iron fists and a steel backbone.

Julieta: the sweet chef/baker that breaks down in private when she remembers she can't heal emotional wounds.

Pepa: a sensitive woman filled with passion and love, bless your soul if you cross her.

Bruno: the secluded prophet with neon eyes and anxiety who just needs someone to love him.

Isabela: the perfectionist plant bearer that I shipped with another women that was me subconsciously reminding myself that I REALLY like women.

Dolores: the all-hearing one with a sweet voice that random dummies claim as a villian.

Luisa: the reason the villagers get anything done and its so unfair, the badass buff woman.

Camilo: the shapeshifting comedian that everyone loves but I'm indifferent.

Mirabel: the surprisingly underated energetic queen that deserves better, she carries the emotions of others on her back.

Antonio: the animal whispering kid that actually makes me like kids a bit more, protect him.

Félix: the sunshine to Pepa's storm, I heard he likes the guitar too.

Agustín: the underated prince that keeps falling and breaking his damn crown.

#encanto #disney encanto #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustin madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal

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personality-corner · 22 days

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Loops & Grips: What is it?

So I’ve had this blog for so long, I just figured it was time to talk about loops and grips. I am still learning about shadows, so I won’t talk about it yet, but when I feel like I’m educated enough, I’ll make a post about that as well.

Why do they exist?

MBTI is a very intriguing system, but it’s a very flawed system, especially when you consider that most humans are flawed, and a lot of us go through rough patches. While not everyone who is mentally or emotionally unhealthy is going to be in a loop or a grip, it’s a way to describe an unbalanced stack.

Sometimes, when you’re going through something, you tend to ignore your upper traits, and tend to lean into your tertiary or inferior traits a bit more.

Many criticize this theory, as it didn’t come from Katherine Cook Briggs or Isabel Briggs Myers (the founders) or Carl Jung, the man who’s ideologies inspired them.

Loops

A loop is essentially an unbalanced personality, and happens when a person is mentally unhealthy or has struggled to develop some of their traits. A loop is when a person struggles to use their auxiliary trait (second trait) and uses their tertiary trait.

It only happens when someone is going through something very painful, or traumatic, or they simply have not been raised in a good environment.

Examples include:

Carl Gallagher from Shameless: Who is going through an Se-Te loop. He is a bully and tends to do things for the sake of sensory activity, or to assert authority, especially as a child.

Elsa from Frozen: It can be argued that Elsa is in an Si-Fi loop, as she is seen ignoring her Te a lot, and wallowing in her emotions due to trauma.

Is it a loop or are you mistyping them?

What are they like when they are at their healthiest? Whether their healthiest be before or after we see them in a show, book or movie. A healthy person will definitely be more well balanced and their cognitive functions will be stacked in the right way.

Elsa, at her healthiest, and even sometimes when she is unhealthy will lean into her Te a lot more, making quick and logical decisions. Carl, as we see him develop as a character and create connections with better role models, definitely uses his Fi alot more, and, again, even when he wasn’t at his healthiest, we STILL saw glimpses of his Fi.

Grips

A grip, is when someone who is in an unhealthy state, relies alot more on their inferior function, and as the least developed function, may act differently because of it.

For example:

Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel: As a dominant Ne user, he leans into his Si alot more, after consistently being let down by Heaven and falling into a depression. But because Si is his least developed function, and he’s only leaning into it, he has a negative view on the world and inflicts this on everyone else.

Luisa from Encanto: As an Fi dom, we see Luisa lean into her Te a lot, especially when stressed. However, as her heart developed function, her Te manifests in overworking herself, and stressing herself out even more.

Is it a grip or are you mistyping them?

Again, what are they like at their healthiest? Is it obvious that the function is not their most comfortable function? In the case of Lucifer, we see at his healthiest, he is extremely idealistic and full of ideas that many find unrealistic. It’s only after those dreams get crushed one too many times that he starts to lean into his inferior function more.

With Luisa, when she isn’t stressed, and on occasion, when she is stressed, we see she’s emotionally driven. She wants to protect her sister and her family, and dwells on her own emotions a lot, but with the pressure she’s constantly under, she has to push her emotions aside or she cracks.

Loops & Grips should not be the only criteria for typing a character or yourself.

The thing about loops and grips is that you’re usually not going to be in one 100% of the time. There are times, usually when you’re not under as much stress, that you’re going to be able to use your functions in a balanced way.

Also, think of when you’re at your healthiest… what functions do you mean into? If it’s the same functions, then it’s probably not a grip or a loop.

That being said, I have typed very few characters with the idea of their loop in mind, in fact, so few, that finding examples was definitely a struggle here.

#mbti #grips mbti #loops MBTI

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