#hi tonito

[brynnsasha191]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gamerbearmira]

Hiii, I just wanted to say congratulations for graduating! Secondly, this au came to me while remembering a movie called "The golden compass"

So, how about twin souls au?

I don't have very much ideas for this au except maybe they end up separated?

Let's start off with the first "twins". Dolores and Isabela were born in the same month, so they have twin souls. They don't know what the other is thinking but they DO know when's something wrong.

In this au, twin souls are extremely rare and when they do exist it's quite obvious. Dolores and Isabela share partial heterochromia of deep purple and red.

Luisa and Antonio are soul twins too (Luisa had to learn that much later though for obvious reasons lol). So, they have central heterochromia of navy blue (??) and deep orange.

Camilo and Mirabel are the same but it's complete heterochromia of orange (or light yellow???) and teal.

Twin souls usually feel the emotions the other is feeling. The gifts aren't in this au but if they were, Dolores would feel Isabela's stress from her expectations, Isabela would feel Dolores' anxiousness and sensor y overload.

Luisa would feel random feelings of innocent giddiness and joy when Antonio was a baby. Those joint emotions haven't really left. If the gifts were in this au Antonio would feel Luisa's mental and physical stress.

In this au, it's kind of like a Rapunzel situation but a lot more wholesome-ish (and no glowing hair). The children are forbidden from going outside but only for their safety. Contact lenses would help the children are also too powerful.

Dolores and Isabela were born to parents (and grandparents) who weren't born as twin souls nor have magical powers. So, they are still learning how their powers work

Twin souls are usually given joint abilities, so Dolores and Isabela have the same gifts. But Isa has mastered the plant gift a little bit better than Dolo.

It's the same for the younger members too.

Luisa and Antonio still have their gifts, but they also share them. Luisa has a better hang on her strength than Tonito, and Tonito can talk to animals a little better than she can.

P.S Mirabel has the gift of emotional healing through self-made objects. Camilo can still shapeshift, and he has her gift to, but she has a better hang of it then him, it's the same vice versa.

There are no ceremonies in this au, all grandkids are just born with the abilities. Their magic isn't limited either I'm just trying to figure out how.

The grandkids parents and grandparents do try to give them the best life they can in-doors. But they already know they can't keep this up for long. Two of the oldest children are 21 for God sake...

But, NO child in the family has a good control on their powers whatsoever.

Mira and Cami at, but they barely have a good hang on their powers. Both 'twins' glow when their happy and randomly shapeshift. It's not as frequent as it was in their younger years, but it still happens.

Neither of the older twins have can control their hearing or plant powers (Lil whimsy tidbit, Isa and Dolo can hear things from the physical and Spiritual world. So, they can on occasion hear ghosts or fairies chittering about in the garden. So...you already know how annoying that gets.)

The only exceptions are Antonio and Luisa at this point. Luisa can control her strength when she's calm and she can resist the urge to talk to animals for the sake of going outside.

Antonio is still trying to control his strength, but he can avoid touching things if needs or wants to go outside. It's the same for the animal thing except neither 'twin' wants to go outside when the others can't without being reassured (over and over again) that it's okay.

To outsiders, most people think the only children in the madrigal home are Luisa and Antonio. Some villagers remember the mothers being pregnant a few times before and a few years after Luisa was born but chalked it up to the babies before and after her not making it (except Antonio.)

They do end up separated (by like, government people) but I'm not sure how yet.

Lots of people know that you can use a twin soul against the other. Think of how the witch threatens Hansel that if he doesn't eat, she'll hurt his sister. That sort of thing.

So basically, if you have the right resources and advantage, you can use twin souls for things. But I'll think of the rest later!

THANK YOUUU YIPPEEEEE

And I have never seen The Golden Compass BUT YOU GOT MY ATTENTION REGARDLESS 🗣🗣🗣

I mess with the idea HEAVYYYYY especially then sharing gifts, that's such a cool concept tbh. I also like how the others don't have gifts, so the grandkids are essentially just clueless 😭😭 even with Luisa and Antonio going out, it's probably not really any safer despite their abilities.

ALSO EVIL GOVERNMENT PEOPLE WHATTTT...I mean. Not me, you know 🙏🙏 but like honestly I'm not surprised. It always happens like that in the movies and books 😭😭

Crazy how well hidden they are though. Like to the point that Luisa and Antonio are thought to be the only children??? CRAZY WORK

I can't wait to see what else there is <333 have some poor drawings that took me honestly too long. I haven't drawn either my finger in a minute 💀💀

[hurt-comfort-lover]

Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Thirteen (The End)

The next day was one of the worst for Mirabel in a while. It was a break day, Abuela decided that since the rubble was cleared that everyone deserved a day to just do whatever they wanted. Mirabel was excited because she wanted to spend time with Antonio and the village children as she used to almost every day. That morning during breakfast Antonio practically jumped on her, telling her how excited he was to spend the day with his Mira like they used to. Antonio had scarfed down his breakfast, which his mami wasn’t too happy about, and then begged Mirabel to hurry so they could go play. She finished and Antonio dragged her to town. They had gone to the park, and she had let Antonio run off to play with his friends while Mirabel stood by a tree and watched him. She smiled as he and his friends played football(soccer) together. Her time had been interrupted, as a kid that looked about two years older than she had scoffed at her. He was slightly taller than Mirabel. His fluffy dark brown hair covered his face slightly. His two friends were behind him, smirking.

“I can’t believe you have the gall to just walk around town as if you did nothing.” He said with venom in his voice, he crossed his arms.

“We know that you're the reason Casita broke, everyone knows that you were the one who couldn’t get to the candle in time.” One of his friends commented. Mirabel sighed,

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Seriously?! The whole town has had to make accommodations for your entire family! Now that their gifts are gone, our parents have had to work tenfold just to keep food on the table. My dad has even been working on rebuilding the house instead of the farm. You’ve messed up everyone’s lives,” he spat. Mirabel felt guilt heavy in her chest, but she couldn’t change anything she had done either.

“I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”

“Do you really think sorry does anything? NO!” He pushed her against the tree. “I don't know when and I don’t know where, but you’re going to pay for this,” he said as he walked off with his friends. She was relieved that they were gone, but her heart felt heavy in her chest. They were right. She hated that they were right. Her thoughts consumed her, as she stared at the ground. She kept her tears at bay, as she didn’t want to cry in front of Tonito. She was brought back to reality when Antonio tapped her.

“Mirabel? Is everything alright?”

“Sorry, Tonito. Everything is fine I promise.”

“Who were those kids? What were they doing?”

“They were just talking to me, that’s all. Why don’t I come play with you guys? I could be the referee.” She said changing the subject. Antonio didn’t entirely believe her, but he agreed and they played. After a couple of rounds, Mirabel and Antonio had to go back to have lunch with their familia, so they left.

Mirabel felt numb as she sat down at the table playing with her food. She didn’t feel like eating, and she was barely paying attention to the conversation her family was having. She was caught up in the negative thoughts swarming her head. They hadn’t been this bad since the day Casita fell after she had ruined her sister's proposal dinner. After she put together the pieces of Tio’s vision. Camilo happily talked as he ate when he looked at Mirabel. He hadn’t seen her look like that since Antonio’s party. She looked so.. sad. Something had happened, and he wanted to figure it out. It’d been pretty nice without his powers, he didn’t have chores anymore. He had dealt with enough crying babies for one lifetime. With the new schedule, he felt like he had more time to relax. His Mami was doing better without constantly having to regulate her emotions. Life was great. Yet, there Mirabel was. He couldn’t figure out what she was thinking about. Luckily, today was a break day. He had plenty of time to investigate. 

As lunch came to an end, and Camilo shoved as many arepas as he could find into his mouth, Mirabel had disappeared into the crowd. He hadn’t worried too much about it, since he knew that Mirabel would probably be with his hermanito. After he ate, he scanned the area until he found Antonio, who was carrying his worn out zebra print backpack, heading towards the forest. Camilo quickly ran up to him and then creeped up behind him.

“BOO!” Camilo yelled as he jumped in front of Antonio. Antonio jumped and then whined.

“Camilooooo! Don’t do that!” Camilo chuckled,

“Sorry little bro, it’s my job to be the annoying hermano mayor.” Antonio crossed his arms and pouted. 

“Ok ok, lo siento. Have you seen Mirabel?”

“Mira probably went to Senora Gabriella’s shop. Why? Is everything ok?”

“Si, of course. I just wanted to ask her something. Gracias Antonio.”

“No problem.” Antonio said with a bright smile before heading towards the forest. Camilo headed straight into town, the streets were full of children playing around, and townspeople shopping or socializing. He never realized just how bustling the Encanto was. He weaved his way through carts and children, until he made his way to Senora Gabriella’s shop. He walked through the door and was met with a smiling Gabriella, she waved at him.

“Hola Camilo, what brings you here?”

“Hola Senora, I’m just looking for Mirabel, is she here?”

“She came here earlier, but I haven’t seen her since this morning unfortunately. Why is everything ok?”

“Si! Of course! I just wanted to check up on my primita is all..”

“Ah, of course. Well, do you want some pastries before you go?”

“Si, muy gracias.”

“De nada.” They sat down for a little bit before Gabriella had to get back to work. After Camilo had finished his pastries and left the store, the sun was beginning to set. The day was almost over and he still hadn’t found her. With determination he walked around town, looking for his younger cousin. 

During lunch Mirabel’s anxiety spiked. She wasn’t sure why, though she guessed it was because of the older boy’s from earlier. She didn’t want to be a bother, so she decided that the rest of the day she could crochet by a tree near the outskirts of town. After lunch, she grabbed her supplies and headed there quickly. She felt bad not going to Senora Gabriela’s, but she normally visited her on break times throughout the day, so it would probably be fine. The day went by faster than she expected, before she knew it the sun was setting. As she put her supplies in her bag, her thoughts betrayed her, as they usually did. Spewing all the nasty things it could come up with, using the boy’s words as fuel to her self-hate. As she got up, she took a deep breath, trying to shake away any thoughts that flooded her mind. As she walked they were still in the back of her head, and unfortunately it wouldn’t get much better. Mirabel roamed the mostly empty street of town, most families were home by now, probably preparing dinner. It was quiet, yet it was nice. She headed towards the construction site since dinner was approaching. While she was walking though, she saw a familiar face. The older boy from earlier, was leaning against a tree chatting with his friends. As soon as she spotted them she attempted to quietly squeeze by, but no avail. 

“Hey! It’s you again!” One of his friends said while pointing obnoxiously. A panic coursed through Mirabel, but she wasn’t sure whether it would be wise to run. As she debated the boy walked up to her while looking at her menacingly. He cracked his knuckles and his other friend laughed.

“Oh you’re going to get it this time kid, no grown-ups around to save you. Right Marco?” He rolled his eyes.

“You know a young girl like yourself shouldn’t be roaming the streets alone this time of night.” Marco said with a glare.

“I was just leaving-” Mirabel said as she tried to walk away, but one of his friends stepped in front of her. She turned to her back to see that the other one was behind her. A wall blocked her side, as she faced Marco who smirked. He leaned his arm against the wall, getting into Mirabel’s face.

“Admit it. Admit that you’re the reason the Encanto is suffering. Admit that you’re the reason my Papi barely sleeps, why my Mami is stressed trying to take care of my home without my dad.” Marco spat coldly. Tears welled in Mirabel’s eyes as she looked down.

“I’m sorry.” she said as her voice broke.

“You’re pathetic. I can’t believe you think you're good enough to be a Madrigal.” He said. Tears had begun to stream down Mirabel’s face, she choked out a sob before yelling was heard. She leaned against the wall as she slid down. She held her knees as she continued to cry. Everything was blurry, and she felt like she could barely breathe. A gentle shake brought her back to reality, her primo wiping her face with his ruana. 

“Camilo?”

The sun had almost set, and Camilo was about to give up. He assumed that Mirabel was already with the rest of the family. As he defeatedly walked back towards the construction site, he heard crying and talking. He walked towards the noise, and when he saw his heart fell into his stomach. His fists clenched, as he stormed over. Mirabel was crying being surrounded by older boys. They were smiling. What the hell did they think they were doing?! Camilo’s vision had turned red as he stormed over, pushing one of Marco’s friends onto the ground. Marco had turned around to see Camilo, his heart dropped.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Camilo practically screamed.

“Mind your business will ya?!” Marco yelled back. Camilo hadn’t realized what he was doing until his fist had collided with Marco’s jaw. The impact from the punch had Marco falling down, scrambling on the floor. That’s all it took for them to run away. He turned to Mirabel, she had fallen on the ground and pulled her knees to her chest. Tears were streaming down her face, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to breathe. Guilt swelled in his chest as he called for her, but she didn’t answer. He crouched down in front of her and gently shook her. As she revealed her face he grabbed a part of his ruana and began wiping tears off her face.

“Camilo?” she whimpered. He gave her a gentle smile.

“Si, are you ok? Well I mean obviously you’re not ok- sorry dumb question.” Camilo said awkwardly. He felt better when she saw her smile at his dorkiness, chuckling through tears. 

“Did you get hurt anywhere?” Camilo asked.

“No, I’m ok.” Mirabel said quietly. 

“Good. If they had laid a finger on you I don’t think they would be able to walk tomorrow. Definitely not because of me though, you have no proof.” he joked, she chuckled at his antics. He held out his hand and helped his primita up. 

“Gracias, Camilo.”

“Anytime, as the favorite cousin, it's my job to take care of you.” He said cockily.

“Who said you were the favorite cousin?” Mirabel said jokingly. Camilo gasped dramatically and held on to his chest.

“You wound me!” He said. It made Camilo feel better to see Mirabel joking around. Thinking about the look he saw on her face when those boys were messing around made his fists clench in anger. They walked back to the construction site, with a worried Pepa and Julietta panicking that Camilo and Mirabel still weren’t back yet, dinner had already finished. They were cleaning up the table next to the church. The town let the Madrigal family use the community kitchen and eat outside at the patio table. After the table had finished being cleaned, Abuela was the first one to see both Camilo and Mirabel walking towards them. 

“I found them!” Abuela yelled as she motioned everyone to come over. La familia met the pair in the middle. 

“Thank goodness you two are alright.” Julietta says as she runs over to her hija and sobrino, pulling them into a hug. As she released them Pepa's eyes shot daggers at them.

“Where have you two been?” Pepa asked expectantly while crossing her arms.

“You both missed dinner, and it’s way past curfew.” Abuela added. Mirabel looked down in shame, Camilo smiled sheepishly. 

“Lo siento, it’s not Camilo’s fault, he was just trying to help me.” Mirabel said quietly.

“Help you?” Isabella questioned.

“I would do it again too! That boy was asking to get punched in the face.” Camilo said. Dolores snickered at her hermano’s shenanigans. Abuela’s mouth practically gaped, and Pepa looked confused and angry.

“Hijo, I’m going to try to say this nicely.” Pepa said calmly as she took a deep breath. “WHY in your right mind would you punch anyone in the face?!” She yelled. 

“Because they were messing with Mirabel.” Camilo responded, acting proud of what he’d done.

“I’m not upset about that.” Isabella said with a surprised grin while crossing her arms. Dolores smiled as well, glad that her hermano was a good primo.

“Camilo, I understand why you would want to defend your prima, but you should’ve come to an adult first. It’s not ok to punch anyone in the face.” Abuela said.

“Wait-” Mirabel tried to say.

“Maybe he has a point. He’s like his mama after all, back when I was his age I would’ve given a good left hook to anyone that messed with Brunito.” Pepa argued.

“The townspeople are putting in a lot of work to help us rebuild our home. How do you think it’ll look when it gets out that someone in our familia punched one of their children in the face?!”

“Our reputation doesn’t matter more than our family's well-being Mami! I’m sure that Camilo did what he thought was best in the moment,” Julietta added.

“Actua-” Mirabel tried to add.

“NO. We shouldn’t condone violence, that’s not how we solve our problems. Camilo should know better.” Abuela says sternly.

“They were practically surrounding her! She was so upset- what was I meant to do?! Run to the church to get an adult and then come back? By then the boys would’ve run away!” Camilo argued.

“That’s not-” Mirabel tries to say before being interrupted again.

“Pepa, handle your son! I don’t care how upset you are, it’s no excuse to be disrespectful, especially to an adult.”

“Mami!-” Pepa said. Mirabel had had enough at that point, panic and guilt had set in. It wasn’t Camilo’s fault, it was her’s. If she would’ve just left the miracle alone none of this would’ve ever had to happen. The boys were just upset because it was Mirabel’s fault their parents were stressed.

“STOP!” Mirabel shouted. Everyone went silent, Mira took a deep breath before continuing.

“It’s not Camilo’s fault.”

“See!” Camilo said.

“It’s not those boys’ fault either.”

“HUh?” Camilo muttered.

“I didn’t know the other two’s names, but the big one is named Carlos. He was just upset because well.. me. The rebuilding of Casita has put a lot of stress on the townspeople. Suddenly they had less help and then they had added work on top of that. Carlos was another victim, being stuck taking care of his familia. They were right, it’s… well it’s kind of my fault we’re here in the first place.” Mirabel said timidly. 

“Hija, what happened to Casita was not your fault, I don’t know what those boys told you, but they were wrong.” Julietta said gently as she gave her daughter a sympathetic look. Mirabel just darted her eyes, avoiding her mother’s gaze. Mirabel had already made up her mind, she felt terrible that everyone had to suffer because of her.

“We should stop arguing, it’s getting us nowhere. Lo siento Camilo, I should’ve waited for you to explain in detail your side of the story.” Abuela apologized.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that.” Camilo said.

“We should go sit down, then you can explain what happened hijo,” Pepa said.

Everyone sat down on the grass, it was dark out, the sun had already set. Camilo stood up and started to explain his side of the story.

“Well, I was looking for Mirabel earlier because she looked upset, so I asked Antonio where she was. He said she might be with Senora Gabriela, so I went to her shop, she gave me a pastry. She’s really good at baking pastries.” 

“Focus Camilo.” His Papi said. Mirabel chuckled, she knows from experience just how fantastic Senora Gabriela’s pastries were.

“Lo siento, anyway so I was looking around town for her, and it got late so I went to head back and then I saw three boys surrounding Mirabel, and she was crying. So I ran up to them and yelled at the tallest one. If I had to guess, that was Carlos. He yelled back, I punched him in the face and then all of them ran off.” He finished with a proud look on his face. He obviously had no regrets. 

“That makes more sense, Camilo you did the right thing.” Abuela said.

“Really?” Both Camilo and Pepa said in unison. Like mother, like son. Abuela chuckled,

“Yes, I can’t expect you to know exactly how to handle a situation like that, you’re just a child. You protected your prima, so that’s what matters most. I’ll figure out who this Carlos boy is, and get everything sorted out. Otherwise, it’s getting late, so I think it’s about time we all headed to bed, si?” Everyone agreed and went off to their separate “rooms.” Mirabel wasn’t completely convinced of what her Mami said. She was stubborn in that way, regardless of what anyone says. If she had just listened to her Abuela and stayed out of the way then the Casita wouldn’t haven’t collapsed. 

The construction had been going well, the foundation of Casita was being built. There was a good amount of progress. More than a month without their home or their gifts was difficult, but they were managing ok. Dolores and Pepa were thriving without their gifts. Dolores was finally becoming used to not hearing everything all the time. Pepa felt like she could finally feel emotions without constantly having to regulate them. Antonio was disappointed at the loss of his gift, but his love for animals never faded. Even if he couldn’t understand them anymore, didn’t mean that his bond with them had faded. Camilo felt like he could finally be ok in his own skin. Bruno was relieved that he could be back with his familia without having to worry about people expecting him to take visions, and then take it out on him if they went wrong. Julietta and Luisa finally had some time to just relax, Luisa decided to take up reading while her mami decided to spend more time with her hijas. Isabella was learning how to garden from local townspeople she had helped in the past. She learned about new and interesting plants, and also realized that she could’ve grown vegetables, or something even bigger. Abuela had changed the most, she felt closer to her family than she had felt in a long time. She didn’t know of her children and grandchildren, she truly knew them for who they were. Mirabel, out of everyone, hadn’t been doing as well as she led on. She was always very helpful, even during her breaks she would go around the village to see if anyone needed help. Carlos had actually gone and apologized to her, though at first he didn’t do it willingly. After she had offered to help him and his family, he had a change of heart. Everything was going great for her, yet the smile she plastered on her face faltered. She couldn’t help but feel terrible. Her bad thoughts were becoming more out of control as time went on. 

‘You don’t deserve to be happy.’

‘How dare you act like all of this isn’t your fault?’

‘The town would be better off without you.’

‘You don’t deserve your familia.’

‘You don’t deserve to be loved.’

‘You don’t deserve to live.’

It didn’t make any sense to Mirabel, life was better than it had ever been before. Her family was acting like they cared about her, and she was contributing to the family. She was finally, truly, a Madrigal. So why wasn’t she ok? Why couldn’t she just be happy? 

Isabella runs up to her sister and practically jumps on her, making Mirabel stumble a bit. 

“Mira! I have SO much to talk to you about!” She said as she squeezed her hermanita. Mirabel hugged back, though she struggled to breathe under Isabella’s grip.

“I-Isa, I need to breathe-” She mumbled as Isabella immediately let go.

“Ah! Sorry Mira-”

“It’s fine, what were you going to tell me?”

“Oh yeah! I was working with one of the farmers, Senor Hernando, and you won’t believe what happened! Well you will because I’m telling you but Mira I grew a cactus! From scratch! It started as a little seed and then I took care of it and now it’s getting bigger- it’s so cute Mira! You need to come see it like RIGHT NOW!” She exclaimed enthusiastically as she gently tugged her sister towards Senor Hernando’s farm. Mirabel chuckled at her sisters antics, shaking her head as she followed her. Isabella led her to a greenhouse that Senor Hernando owns. There were plants in practically every corner, vegetables and spices. Anything you could think of. Over in the corner, in a small ceramic pot, is a small little cactus. Isabella showed it off to her sister, she was smiling so hard it looked like her mouth might fall off. Mirabel smiled at her hermana mayor, 

“It’s beautiful Isabella, this explains why I keep having to mend the bottom your dress.” She joked. 

“Si.. I was actually thinking about that.” Isabella said nervously.

“What is it?”

“Well… do you think you could maybe help me make a new dress? This one is just so long- so the bottom of it get’s all dirty- and since I’m working with plants it already stains easily on it’s own and-”

“Of course Isa, I would love to help you create a new dress.”

“Really! Muy Gracias!” She said happily as she jumped onto her sister, pulling her into a huge hug. Mirabel hugged her back as well of course. She smiled, the hug was warm. It reminded her of when she was just a kid, before she found out she didn’t have a gift. Before her familia gave up on her, back when her sister made her flower crowns and told her about all the plants she grew. 

After a couple of days of discussing, designing, and sketching it Mirabel finally decided it was worth showing Senora Gabriella, to which she excitedly agreed for Mirabel to make it. Mirabel was very thankful that Senora Gabriella provided all the materials she needed, and finally she was able to work on it. Isabella at first asked for a slightly shorter and darker dress, because it would stain less and it’s less likely to rip. After some more discussion Isabella decided she wanted it to be a short dress, about knee’s length. She decided to get rid of all the extra flowers, because those flower designs were added by her gift. Mirabel decided to use thin but durable fabric. It was stretchy though, so that way it would be comfortable. Isabella went back and forth on what colors she wanted. First she wanted it to be green like cacti, then she wanted a rainbow so she could represent all plants, then she decided that was too much. Mirabel and Isabella still hadn’t decided on a color went they went to Senora Gabriella, so then they looked through all the different colored fabric to see which looked best on her. They eventually found a forest green fabric and a royal blue fabric that Isabella liked. Isabella said she wanted most of the dress to be royal blue, and only a little green. Mirabel colored her sketch, having the entirety of the dress be blue except for the hem of the dress, that had green lacing on it. It was a short sleeve dress that was mostly plain except for the lacing on the hem. Mirabel finally finished the design and began measuring and making the dress. It took about a week for her to measure all the fabric and then sew everything together. She used the sewing machine for most of it, but there were a couple of parts that she had to hand sew. Mirabel finished the dress and put it in a small white box, similar to the one she got for her birthday. Isabella was so excited for the dress, she could barely take the anticipation, constantly trying to peek in on Mirabel when she was working on the dress. When Mirabel finally finished though, Isabella wanted to open it in front of the family. Isabella had announced that she needed to show the family something and gathered everyone to the church near the patio table. Abuela had arranged for everyone to take a break before lunch for Isabella’s surprise. Everyone sat down at the patio table, and Isabella motioned for Mirabel to come sit next to her. Isabella took a deep breathe.

“I brought the familia together today because I asked Mirabel to make me something, and I wanted you all to see when I opened it. She wouldn’t let me see it until after she finished, and now it’s done!” Isabella said excitedly as she pulled out the delicate white box. 

“So you brought us all here so we could see you open a present?” Camilo asked, to which his Papi elbowed him in the side.

“OW-! Sorry! Jeez..” He grumbled.

“Why don’t you go ahead and open it, hija?” Julietta said.

“Si mami,” Isabella said as she gently opened the white box and pulled out her dress. The royal blue and the green complimented each other nicely, it was soft and breathable. It was perfect, Isabella nearly teared up as she smiled. She put the dress back in the box to tackle her hermanita with a hug, which caused the entire table to laugh. 

From then on Isabella wore the dress Mirabel made her instead of her old one. It was a lot easier to maneveur around in, and was less likely to get stained. Day by day Isabella looked happier, she wasn’t perfect anymore, she was crazy, almost manic sometimes, but she was happy. Mirabel was happy for her sister, but at the same time, she felt jealous. Jealous that Isabella was able to heal and be happy. Jealous that she’s able to finally discover and express her true self. Jealous that Isabella deserved to be happy, and she did not. 

Bruno had always been quiet, ever since he was a child. Julietta was always the calm rational triplet. She was level headed and kind. Pepa was a hyper and reactive child. She was bold and stubborn. Bruno was the quiet one, the one that blended into the background. He was shy and reserved. When he got his gift, he was suddenly forced to interact with a lot of people who practically begged him to take a vision for them. It was overwhelming, and he struggled to communicate properly. This led to many misunderstandings, especially as he got older. His gift felt more like a chore than anything else. His mama would always tell him that his gift helps the community, that he should always be generous and kind. He was constantly giving to others without consideration for himself, it was taxing on him. It was even worse when people would react negatively to his visions as if he could control them. When Bruno left, he hated leaving his familia, but he secretly enjoyed not having to take visions anymore. He enjoyed the solitude from the townspeople who would blame him for things out of his control. When he came back, after Casita fell apart, he sort of faded into the background. He did spend time with his familia, but in general a lot of the townspeople would forget that he came back. He didn’t mind it though, in fact he was happy. Without his gift, he was free of his curse, free of the pressure and negativity. His thinking shifted when he noticed a change in his sobrina, Mirabel. He believed that Mirabel was a miracle, that she saved him and the familia from falling apart. So when he noticed the emptiness in her eyes, and the forced smile on her face, his stomach twisted into knots. At least when he had his gift he had the option to see what would(or could) happen. He could take a vision and he would either be panicked or relieved, but he would know. He didn’t have his gift anymore, so he couldn’t check. His worries gnawed at him, he could tell something was wrong but he wasn’t sure how he would help Mirabel. Could he help Mirabel? What if his interference somehow made things worse? He couldn’t risk it, yet it bothered him. As time went by, most of Casita had been rebuilt. The roof was being tiled and the floors were being installed. The walls were almost completely painted. Soon Casita would be finished, which was great! Yet, the more progress they made, the more he saw his sobrina faltering. He couldn’t just ignore it anymore, it was becoming too concerning. It was worth the risk, because he couldn’t just sit there and watch his sobrina suffer any longer. On a long work day after dinner, Bruno asked Mirabel if he could talk to her for a little while. Of course Mirabel said yes, she was always willing to listen to her familia. They met at a tree near the house they were staying at. Bruno was nervous, fidgeting with his sleeve. Mirabel smiled warmly at him, which made his chest tighten up. His sobrina didn’t need a gift, she was already one. 

“Hola Mirabel,” Bruno mumbled.

“Hola Tio, what did you want to talk about?” Mirabel asked.

“... I wanted to check on you.”

“.. me? I- There’s nothing to check. I’m fine.” 

“Mirabel, be honest. It’s me, I won’t judge you. You know how much I struggled with coming back to the familia. So please, I can tell that something is bothering you.” Bruno said sincerely. Mirabel's smile faltered, and formed into a frown as her eyes became glossy.

“How- how could you tell..?” Mirabel asked quietly as she stared at her feet.

“I- W-well..” he thought for a moment, “I guess I could just feel it? You just, you looked so sad. That smile, it wasn’t like the smile you have when you watch Antonio play with his friends, or when you see Luisa taking care of herself.” 

“Oh.. I’m sorry to worry you.” Mirabel said disappointedly.

“Don’t be sorry- I just- I don’t want you to feel sad. You- you helped me feel like I belong in this family. I want to repay you if I can.”

“You don’t ever have to repay me for that Tio.” She said, a weak smile present on her face. Bruno saw right through her, the bags under her eyes becoming more obvious to him. Even before Bruno left he had a special connection with Mira compared to his other sobrinos. When she was younger she was never scared of him, for a young child she was quite intelligent, at least emotionally intelligent. Bruno debated on trying to give her a hug, or pat her on the shoulder. He was awkward with any form of comfort, in addition he didn’t want to pester her, but he didn’t want to just sit there and watch his sobrina wither away. 

“Mira, if you need me I’m here, yeah? I- you don’t have to worry about bothering me, just- if you need me I’ll be here.” Bruno said sincerely, making Mirabel genuinely smile. 

“Si Tio, Gracias.”

Finally, after all that hard work. Casita was finished! The familia felt so accomplished, and they did it together. Abuela even managed to work it out so Mirabel got her own room. There was just one thing missing.. Mirabel smiled contently as she leaned against her Papa, seeing at what her familia accomplished. Her face scrunched up when she realized that something was missing.She turned to her Pa to ask where the door knob was, but he was with the rest of the family, everyone stared at her smiling. Her heart began to race as her Tonito came up to her, handing her the door knob. Mirabel felt her eyes become watery and her breath quicken, but she wouldn’t dare cry. Antonio grabbed her arm gently as he led her to the front door of their rebuilt Casita. Her familias eyes felt like lasers burning into her skin, she held onto her primito for support, completely silent. As she made it to the door, her hands became shaky, but her sweet Antonio gave her a toothy grin and she couldn’t help but smile back at him. She slowly put the door knob into its place, locking it in. She slightly jumped back as magic flowed through the house. The familia and townspeople looked in awe as the house came to life. The entire familias portrait was on that door, including Mirabel. Mirabel smiled,

“Hola, Casita.” Mirabel said with a slight wave

The familia piled into the house, Camilo began to shapeshift into a cluster of different people. Isabella danced as she grew different plants, not just flowers but Cacti and Honeydew, covering the new Casita in beautiful vines. Dolores smiled as she listened to everyone around her. Luisa picked up the couch, just to put it down and lay on top of it and relax. Antonio’s animal friends gathered around him as he jumped on to Parce. Rain and the Sun appeared causing a rainbow to form over the Encanto. The townspeople were bustling in delight around the Casita, and everyone lined up together and took a family picture, with everybody. It was perfect, life was perfect. It was a happy ending to a happy story.. That’s how it was supposed to be.

Mirabel’s heart raced as she stared at the door of her room. It wasn’t a nursery, it was hers. Nobody could tell her what to do with it because it was hers. She should be happy, no she should be ecstatic. A room of her very own just like she had dreamed about when she was a child. Yet she felt numb, and her heart was heavy. Why did she want to roll up into a ball and cry? It was bustling, everybody was getting used to having their gifts back, everyone was excited for the future of the Encanto. Yet here she was standing in front of a door utterly petrified and yet unbearably numb.

“Mirabel,” He said as he put a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes landed on him, a look of understanding on his face. She knew instantly that he was aware of what she was feeling. Yet that only made it worse as emotion bubbled up in her throat as her eyes darted back at that damn door.

“I.. I don’t understand..” She choked out, tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s.. ok- ok not to understand why.” He says quietly. “This is new, scary even.”

“I- I should be happy right?”

“Nobody expects you to feel anything, just feel.”

Tears streamed down her face as she practically fell onto the floor as her legs buckled under her own weight. Her Uncle Bruno right beside her, catching her as she fell. Holding her as she cried- wailed into his ruana. Rubbing her back soothingly as he told her she was ok. What she was feeling was ok. 

Bruno knew what it was like to feel alone. He had been alone for ten years, but he had also been alone most of his life. Lonely while being surrounded by others. That kind of loneliness is different. It’s heavy weight to carry on your own, he wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. He wouldn’t allow his niece to carry this weight alone as he once did. The cycle is ending.

The End.

AN: I couldn’t figure out a way to end this story properly. I have rewritten this too many times to count. I think however, this is the closest I can get. Mirabel will always have the damage from her childhood, she will always feel the weight from her self-doubt. But she’s no longer alone, she has someone to help carry the weight and together they will have their happy ending. The rest is just up to interpretation I suppose.

I hope you know I read all the comments and I appreciate all the support, this was something I wanted to write for a while and honestly I’m so happy with how it turned out. You can tell just how much I’ve improved from beginning to end. So from one random stranger on the internet to another, thank you so much, and I genuinely wish the best for you.

[madrigalrizz]

I’m convinced I’m the only person that has Antonio fankids. In my next gen au he doesn’t live in casita anymore he lives in the wilderness with his animals and nonbinary partner who’s obsessed with the occult and they have 10 kids where they live the hardcore jungle life like they’re in yellowjackets. I wish I saw more next gen tonito family aus I only have my insane one

[ladykissingfish]

Obito: Okay, Sasori. You owe me. You owe me for warning you about Kakuzu's plan to sell some of your puppets while you go on that mission next week. Christmas is coming up, and I believe you owe me one hell of a present. Sasori: I suppose you have a right to assume that I'm temporarily indebted to you. What do you want from me? Obito: Deidara. Sasori, sighing: Again with this? You've been fighting me on this for over a year. He made a choice. He chose me. Accept it with grace and focus your attentions on someone else. Obito: You expect me to take my soulmate being with someone else lightly? You want me to just go off somewhere while you two get married, have children, and live happily ever after? Sasori: Part of growing up, kid. Obito: Don't you "kid" me, asshole. You're only a couple of years older than I am. Sasori: But infinitely wiser. I know that trying to force a person to love you, when they love someone else, just doesn't work. It only involves pain and misery for all parties involved. Deidara is mine. I would die before I see anybody take him from me. Obito: But -- Sasori: Tell you what, Uchiha; next week, on my mission to Konoha, I'll find somebody perfect for you. Somebody from your home town ought to have a great deal in common with you. What do you say? Obito, sighing: I doubt it, puppet. *two weeks later* Sasori: Uchiha? I've returned. And I believe I've found the perfect man for you! Strong, smart, funny, a splendidly talented ninja. And he even says he knows you! Obito, in his head: Could ... could he have actually brought ... Bakashi?? Obito: W-where is he? Sasori: *takes Obito's arm and pulls him into the kitchen* Here he is! Obito, meet -- Obito: GAI?! Gai, currently stuffing his face from the Akatsuki fridge: Well look who it is! You're my splendid rival's dead friend, er, Tonito, right? This guy *gestures to Sasori* said you were desperate and needed a date, so here I am! I thought we could go to the gym and do some weight sets, then take a jog around the country, then -- Sasori, to Obito: Merry Christmas, kid! Obito:

[reikomizuao3]

i found an old snippet from The Butterfly Witch that I'd started shortly before the rewrite. Pepa is planning to sneak Dolores out of the house because Alma is convinced that Dolores is trying to steal Mariano from Isabela. (in actuality, he doesn't even love her because he can see that she's a horrible person) This being because Julieta saw Mariano kiss Dolores on the cheek after they were talking about an incident involving Isabela in the dress shop. I'll probably still use this in the rewrite, so I guess you can say I'm letting you all borrow Bruno's power and see a possible future, lol

Pepa poked her head outside of her bedroom door, taking a good look around before stepping out into the hall. The nursery hadn’t been locked yet thankfully, and she made her way over to the stuffy little room. She was aware of Mirabel’s food stash, she’d found it once when trying to think of yet another thank you gift for her. Deep in her heart, she’d always known that Mirabel would one day leave Casita, she was starving for love, and Pepa could see in her eyes that she was finally getting that love. Maybe Dolores could take the place of Isabela the same way that Bruno and Gabriela were filling in for Julieta and Agustín.

Pepa frowned at the thought of Gabriela. She was jealous that Gabriela was so gung-ho with Julieta but had glared at her when they ran into each other the other day. Why did Julieta get to keep her friendship when she hardly ever did anything for Mirabel outside of half-hearted encouragements?! She let Isabela turn into Mirabel’s worst bully and did nothing but say ‘but Isabela does love you, Mirabel!’. Pepa scoffed. Isabela didn’t know what love was, all she knew was how to torment them. Poor Luisa barely ever was home except to eat and sleep, taking on even more work in fear of Alma’s wrath, and Julieta just let it happen. But somehow Pepa was the problem.

She let out a long, strained sigh. Mirabel loved Gabriela, and so did Bruno. She’d always hoped those two would get married, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t mad at Gabriela for breaking Bruno’s heart the way she did. He’d made her a ring and wrote her poetry, and she’d ran away for fifteen years, only showing up again when Mirabel ran away. But, if Bruno loved her still, who was she to get in his way? She just hoped that Gabriela didn’t break any hearts this time around.

The nursery looked untouched, almost like Alma’s rampage had never happened. The chest that Mirabel kept her stash in had a thin layer of dust on it, and Pepa sighed in relief. Maybe there’d still be something in there.

Pepa smiled when she looked inside, strips of fruit leather and jerky greeted her, and they looked fresh, almost as if they’d been magically preserved. She wondered if accidental spellcasting was a thing with brujas, if Mirabel’s desire to survive the wild had translated into a spell that had kept all of this so fresh inside of a dusty old chest.

Pepa let a few tears fall down her cheeks. She was so proud of Mirabel, for her to have learned to preserve food like this at such a young age, all on her own. The circumstances weren’t ideal, but she admired Mirabel’s strength all the same.

“I’m so sorry, Mirabel. I should have done more for you.”

“Mamí?”

Pepa looked up, Camilo stood in the doorway, his expression strained.

“Come here, mijo.” Pepa held out her hand to him and he took it gently, sitting next to her in front of the trunk.

“What is all this stuff?”

“Mirabel made it. She started learning shortly after—after she started taking care of Tonito.” Pepa looked down in shame.

“Mamí, you know it’s not your fault, right?”

“But it is, ‘Milo. I never should have let any of this happen. I should have stood up to your abuela, she was completely out of line making you babysit at such a young age and even more so for trying to force your papí and I to give Antonio to Mirabel. It was still our choice at the end of the day. I could have—should have said no. Antonio is my son, but he calls Mirabel ‘mamá’ and it’s my fault.”

Pepa gestured to the chest. “She was always going to leave us, Mamá has treated her like a stain on our family since the night she didn’t get a gift. Agustín and Julieta barely do anything to truly help her, they don’t even know where she is!”

After a long pause, Camilo finally asked, “Do you?”

Pepa wanted so desperately to tell Camilo that she knew exactly where Mirabel was, but something held her back. “I only know that she’s safe. I got to see her a little while ago.”

Camilo didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t push the matter. He shuffled through the parcels of food, surprised that Mirabel had made all this without alerting anyone in the family, when his hand brushed against something smooth and leathery. His brow furrowed as he lifted his hand up, he was holding a diary.

“Oh no. We—we shouldn’t—“ Camilo’s hand shook.

“I think we should try to understand why Mirabel left the way she did. I know my part in it, but there has to be more than just that.”

The two of them sat there for hours reading through Mirabel’s troubled thoughts.

[sapphireluna96]

Encantober 2023 Day 29: Mask

One of the hardest things for Pepa and Bruno since they were younger was unmasking. Their mother drilled in their heads about how important it was to present oneself in a way that was appealing, and unfortunately, most of the village never found either of their behaviors to be appealing at all. They had to train themselves to pretend to be something they were not just so they could be accepted.

After Pepa and Julieta had their children, they did not want to tell them to please others like Alma told them. However, Alma insisted on making sure all of her grandchildren presented well to others like her children. That gave all the children mixed messages, but especially to Dolores, Mirabel, and Antonio. While Alma was telling them to make sure most of the village liked them, their parents encouraged them to be themselves, and the two were complete opposites of each other.

One sunny day in the Encanto, when Mirabel got home from school, she dropped her books on the couch in Casita’s living room and laid on the couch, on the verge of tears. She laid there for a half hour until Bruno walked into the living room to notice his youngest niece about to cry with exhaustion.

“What’s the matter, sobrina?” Bruno asked as he sat on the couch where Mirabel’s feet were.

Mirabel opened her eyes and looked at Bruno while still laying down. “Bruno, I want to ask you something.”

“Sure; what is it?”

“Do you remember when you were my age, and you had to mask yourself for an entire week? Was it exhausting?”

Bruno scooted closer to Mirabel. “I will tell you right now, it was. I remember when your mama, your tia, and I were your age, guiding adolescence was difficult enough as it was. But for Pepa and I, it was a lot more difficult. For a while, we didn’t know what was wrong with us, we tried so hard to fit in because our mama told us to, but we just couldn’t.”

“That sounds like how I’m feeling right now.”

“But you want to know something? Your mami was the one to give us a safe space to unmask. She would take us to the park and we would have an open space to be ourselves and let all of our emotions out.”

Mirabel sat up from the couch and gave her tio a hug. “Were you able to give Dolores a safe place to unmask when she was my age?”

“Si, Pepa wanted her daughter to not worry about her image the way she and I had to, so she would take her to the same park that Julieta took us to so she could let her own feelings out like she and I did.”

Mirabel scooted closer to her tio and gave him another hug. “If you don’t mind me asking, can we go to the park together? And maybe ask Antonio if he wants to go? I think he would appreciate the space too.”

“Sure, Mira; I saw Antonio go up to his room when you all got home. We can go get him and ask him right now.”

Mirabel and Bruno went upstairs to see if Antonio was in his room. They saw him in his bed playing with Parce and Mirabel waved to signal him. Antonio stopped what he was doing to notice Mirabel and Bruno by his door.

“Hola, Mirabel and Bruno, what’s up?”

“We want to know if you want to go to the park with us,” Mirabel replied.

“I would love to! Let’s go!”

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Once Bruno, Mirabel, and Antonio got to the park, they sat underneath a tree that the triplets sat under together, and later Pepa and Dolores together. They sat in a triangle together so they could talk together.

“This is where your tia used to take your mami and me when we were younger, Tonito. Your abuela would often make sure we were being presentable to the rest of the village, and it made us feel stressed. So, Julieta took us here as a space for us to be ourselves without the fear of being judged by the rest of the village.”

“Mami told me a little bit about that. She also said she took Dolores here when she was younger too?”

“Si.”

“So… what do I do here?”

“Anything you want. It’s your space to be yourself and let your feelings out in any way you see fit.”

Mirabel then laid on the grass and screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt like they were far enough from the village that nobody but Dolores could hear her. Antonio laid down on the grass and also screamed at the top of his lungs. Bruno decided to join in with his niece and nephew and laid down on the grass to scream with them. It turned into a screaming match until they felt like they were losing their voices.

“Didn’t that feel so good?” Bruno asked as he sat up.

“It felt amazing. I feel so much better already,” Mirabel replied.

“So do I,” Antonio added.

“That was how we felt when Julieta took us here for the first time. We felt like we finally found a place where we could be ourselves and we were so grateful that Julieta brought us here to give us that space.”

“What were some other things you did together?”

“We also found a big empty space to dance around together. Julieta would join in with us all the time too.”

Bruno, Mirabel, and Antonio stood up and ran from the tree to an empty space in the park where no one was and they held hands together. The uncle, niece, and nephew pulled each other in a circle and laughed together until they got dizzy and fell to the ground laying down, laughing together again.

“That felt so good!” Mirabel said as she sat up.

“Gracias, Bruno, for taking us here,” Antonio added.

“De nada, Mira and Tonito. But we’re going to have to get going. Julieta is probably cooking dinner as we speak and she’s going to wonder where we are,” Bruno said.

Bruno, Mirabel, and Antonio got up from the grass and started walking back home. Like Bruno and Pepa when Julieta brought them there, and Dolores when Pepa brought her there, Mirabel and Antonio were more than grateful that Bruno brought them to the park to help them find a space to be themselves and let their feelings out.

“Can you take us every weekend, Tio Bruno?” Antonio asked.

“Absolutely, Antonio; I’m so happy you and Mirabel had a great time today and I could have some fun with you both.”

[yellowcry]

Gluing the broken glass

(Todos vienen a celebrar)

As Mirabel finally finished with her part, she took off her apron, tying it around the wooden chair before she walked out of the kitchen, exactly at the time when her baby cousin was getting downstairs with a nervous smile. Tia Pepa rubbed his shirt gently. Camilo paced next to Mirabel, slightly hitting her with his shoulder by accident. Inigo jumped after him quickly. He presumably was Camilo's closest animal, but it would probably be expected that a monkey would be as much of an elf as Camilo was himself.

Mira passed over them, for a moment her eyes were locked at how Camilo pat his brother's head, ruffling his black fluffy hair while his monkey wrapped his tail around the birthday boy before she looked away, passing into the front yard where the celebration was in full bloom already. Mama and Dolores stood outside, welcoming the guests that flooded the house. Mirabel could see how Julieta was shifting to honor every villager who had come while her older cousin gave beautiful bouquets of flowers to everyone. Isabela and Luisa had been standing at the front doors, the first one with her usual notebook, marking everyone who had come while Luisa was listening to people, sometimes correcting the older girl when she had forgotten someone. 

"What are you doing?" Isabela muttered, looking up from the notes to Mirabel.

The youngest sister rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm done already." She knew that she probably could make just one more set of arepas,  but was it that bad that she wanted to see everyone?

"Dios Mio, please..." Luisa breathed out, throwing her head back and rubbing her skirt slightly. Mirabel glanced at the sewn-in ribbons of various shades that had symbolized the volume.

Isabela just huffed. "Okay," she had scribbled something on paper and Mirabel looked at the notebook. It turned out that her name was crossed out now, meaning that she was free. She just rushed inside, happy that she could finally have some fun.

Animals were jumping all over the place, entertaining the townspeople. A jaguar ran nearby with a bunch of children on its back almost knocking Mirabel off, but she jumped away at the last moment. Her green glasses slipped off slightly from this. She turned around to her papa and Tío Felix, who had played some music.

"Colombia, te quiero tanto!" Tío Felix discanted in his bass voice.

"Que siempre me enamora tu encanto."Mirabel continued and Agústin stopped for a moment to wave his hand before getting back to the piano.

Somebody squeezed Mirabel's arm quietly making her look down. She chuckled a little as she saw her primito, all smartened up, in his white ceremonial costume.

"Ah, Tonito, are you ready for the big day?" 

The little boy nodded with delight, looking at Mirabel with happy sparkles in his eyes. "What do you think my gift would be?"

She smiled, kneeling a little. "I'm not a wisewoman." She slightly pinned his plump with baby fat cheek. "Either way, it's going to be cooler than anything!" She had embraced her cousin tightly, before tossing him up into the air. Antonio laughed cheerfully, while Mirabel held back her groan of pain. Yes, Antonio might be small, but he was a big boy already. 

Luisa scurried next to them, then stopped for a moment. "The ceremony is about to start." She looked at Mirabel, who squeezed her baby primo for the last time before following her sister. With her side-eye, Mirabel saw the hot side of the family gathering around the youngest Madrigal family member.

"Fifty years ago this candle blessed us with a miracle given to our family." The Patio was silent, except for Abuela's voice. The air was filled with anticipation, the cold night air lay upon everyone and even Camilo's animals were quiet.

As her grandmother continued, Mirabel leaned on Luisa who had wrapped her right hand around Mirabel, the other hand had been put on their mom's shoulder. Julieta held hands with Camilo, somehow similar to how Isabela and Dolores did. Agustin armed the two oldest girls. Tío Bruno, as Mirabel actually expected, wasn't here. Everyone was listening closely. This speech wasn't any different from what Mirabel had heard at her ceremony, but this whole pomp made her heart flutter in awe.

Finally, the fanfare had lightened up the long corridor, focusing on the main focus of the evening. Antonio if to be clear. Casita flipped the tiles, creating the Red carpet right to the door. The patio burst into applause as everyone turned to Antonio. Unsurely, he had made the first step. Mirabel squinted a little and her face broke into a smile of tenderness as she realized that he had an orange flower crown on his head. There was no doubt that it was created by Dolores earlier. 

Every step felt like it was taking forever, Morabel almost relieved her own ceremony at this moment. She remembered it like it was yesterday, this worry if she would make Abuela proud with her gift... Oh, she really hoped she did. Mirabel tightened her grip on Luisa's arm.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Antonio stood right in front of the magic candle. Abuela leaned over slightly, looking right into  his brown eyes. "Do you promise to work for the better of Encanto?"

Antonio's black curls trembled as he moved his head down and up before his tiny dark-skinned palms reached forward the candle and started to warm up against its wax. Mirabel adjusted her glasses, not because they had slipped off, but from all the worry in her soul. Finally, Antonio took a deep breath and reached for a doorknob. A bright light irrupted all over Casita if not the whole Encanto. Such a bright color that Mirabel seriously thought that she had gotten blind. A strong wind blew, Mirabel's legs bulked slightly from a sudden force of nature.

Mira blinked a couple of times to shove the brightness in her eyes off. For a moment, she saw Antonio, surrounded by a sand cupole, before it fell down, ruining the complete tidyness of the floor. Abuela stared at the mess, probably wondering what was going on. Mirabel squinted and realized that her primo held some sort of a dark brown tablet. He looked down at it, twitling it in his hands.

"Is that... me?" He asked nervously, examining the plate. Abuela leaned to him, looking at the object in his arm. A second later Antonio's door brightened and a carved image appeared on his door. Abuela's face brightened as she took a tablet from Antonio's arms and showed it to everyone. Mirabel raised her head, looking carefully, before realizing that there was an image of Antonio's door with Abuela and Antonio in front of it. Positions are exactly how they were a few moments ago.

"...seeing the future" Mirabel realized briefly.

"We have a new gift!"

A moment later, Casita was filled with clapping, the sound of exploding fireworks drowned it down a bit. For a split second, Luisa clutched Mirabel's arm tighter, before letting go of it and covering her ears abruptly, her face doubled up from the racket. Even Mirabel herself had to admit that it was pretty loud.

The next time she would make a Bandeja Paisa for Luisa to make it up for all the uproar.

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

El santuario de los padres

Today was a tough day/week, for all of them really. The kids just were a bit much all over…and they needed a break. So, why not have a get together among cross dimensional friends and kids? Parent by parent, kid by kid, they walked through portals and stood in front of the six story Casita. 

There they all stood. Mamabuela, mamaisa, papa Bruno, mamalores, mamabel, papantonio (all by @gamerbearmira), pamamilo (by me), and Mamaluisa (by @yellowcry). Each of them had their own kid/kids with them and the parents looked…tired. But very happy they got this break.

(PS. Papa Bruno is Bruno who adopted Mirabel and Antonio because they were being neglected.)

“Hey luisa!” Mamabel waved at mamaluisa with her 12 year old daughter next to her. Mamaluisa waved back and so did ML! Mirabel (MLU = Mama luisa). Mamabel had 2 year old Antonio in her arms and the rest of her children in tow. 

“Hey tio!” Mamaisa waved at papa Bruno who had his 14 year old Mirabel and four year old Antonio with him. He waved back and so did his nino’s. Mamaisa was busy holding 3 year old Antonio and had 13 year old Camilo and Mirabel with her, as well as 17 year old Luisa. 

“Hola Lolo” Mamabuela waved at mamalores who had 11 year old Mirabel with her and 1 year old Antonio in her arms. Mamabuela had 12 year old Isabela, 10 year old Luisa, and six year old Mirabel with her. 

“Hey tonito!” pamamilo waved at papantonio who had 4 year old Mirabel with him. Pamamilo had 4 year old Antonio, 6 year old Isaac, 8 year old sophia, 9 year old macario, and 10 year old celeste. 

The very ground they stood on was a wide and long land full of luscious jungle. Beyond that was just a beautiful orange sunset. You could see that the jungle did end somewhere but too far for anyone to actually walk to. 

The trees and bushes gave sweet fruit and berries for the kids or adults to eat. The overall vibe was very joyful and warm. A large playground sat to the right of the house and that’s instantly where the kids above the age of 3 went. The older kids could easily watch the four year olds so it was no biggie leaving them alone. 

The tweens/teens such as PB! Mirabel, MLU! Mirabel, ML! Mirabel, MA! Isabela, and M! Mirabel, MI! Camilo, and MI! Luisa ran into the house and into a large decorated room for them to talk.  (PB = Papa Bruno, ML = Mamalores, MA = Mamabuela, MI = Mamaisa). 

As for the babies such as PB! Antonio, MI! Antonio, ML! Antonio, and MB! Antonio among other toddlers were put into a small play area next to the couch inside the living room. The “adults” all sat on their designated cushions and all let out a relaxed sigh. (And yes, I know, lot’s of baby Antonio’s)

“Tough day?” Mamabuela asked?

All she heard was tired sounds that clearly meant “yes”. Don’t get me wrong, they love their little munchkins to death, but please believe that taking care of them isn’t so easy. Especially when you're too young to even raise them…

“Antonio wouldn’t eat his vegetables for two hours” Papabruno pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mirabel thought it was a good idea to make a toasted pb&j sandwich…almost burnt the kitchen down” Papatonio groaned. 

“Alejandra decided she wanted to see what leaves tasted like” Mamabel’s eye twitched

Parent by parent, they all listed what they went through from the following week and day. It was apparent that all of them were tired. 

“I need tea” Mamalores sighed when she put her hands on her head. A headache prominent in her head for three hours before she got here. 

“I need wine” Pamamilo chuckled

“Tea it is” Mamaisa got up and attempted to go toward the kitchen but someone stopped her. 

“I got it isa, you can relax” Papatonio put his hand on her shoulder and patted it. 

“I’m more closer to the kitchen” Mamalulu stood up, “I can go make it-”

Here we go

“Oh no, you guys can sit down, I can do it” Mamabel raised her hand in an up and down motion. Gesturing for them to sit. 

“I can do it, it’s no issue. Just tell me what tea you guys like” Pamamilo chimed in

“I can go, I don’t mind” Papabruno stood up

“I mentioned tea, so I should do it” Mamalores got off the couch, “you can sit d-”

CRASH….a window has been broken. And what went through the window? A baseball. Yards, miles, acres worth of land and yet the children decided to play baseball…directly near the house. 

And what made the situation funny, is that the outside was very quiet. Eerily quiet. Usually, the outside always sounded like kids at recess. Now?...ghost town. The kids all knew there was trouble ahead and this could be heard from outside-

“Why would you do that?” MB! Luisa shouted at ML! Mirabel. MB! Luisa sounded scared and panicked. 

“I don’t know! It was an accident!” ML! Mirabel sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“You're gonna die” MB! Mirabel said with blatant honesty.

Inside the house all of the “adults” looked very displeased and stared directly at the baseball. 

“How about we make our own tea and deal with that later” 

-

Here’s how sanctuary casita works:

Sanctuary Casita has about 50+ rooms inside of it. All of them are big or small depending on the kid or parent. 

Casita is six stories tall and wide as hell seeing as it needs to fit 50+ people. Sometimes the parents and kids stay long enough to sleep there but not all the time. 

It has a pool, LARGE kitchen, dance studio, library, and anything else you could think of. 

Yep, that’s about it. If you have any ideas for what else to add let me know. 

How the au works and Q&A

When the parents get stressed out they usually go to sanctuary casita for a break. 

How did they meet? Still trying to figure that out but it has to do with just a portal opening up in their room. 

All of the parents have a special pendant necklace (that was gifted to them by sanctuary Casita) they can call each other through. All they have to do is touch the pendant with a certain person in mind and they just call them. The kids above four have them too.

Do the other relatives of the parents know the sanctuary world exists? Depends on who you're asking. Papa bruno, Mamaluisa, and Mamalores, Mamabel: No/not yet. Papantonio, Mamabuela, and Pamamalio: yes. 

Do I plan on expanding this au?...sort of? I guess, mostly with incorrect quotes. 

How many times do they meet up? Every week or every other month.

Will there be angst in this au? only by request. Other than that, it's just wholesome family vibes.

[miramilocamimira]

Jealousy

{A Butterly and a Cub Series}

Antonio never really had to share Mirabel’s attention before.

Antonio was a little… upset, if he was to be honest. It felt like everyone wanted Mirabel’s attention these days. She was almost always being called away by someone.

And it’s fine, y’know, cause it happened before too. With the townspeople or when they were playing with the kids that weren’t surrounding Camilo to see his gift in action. But…

Now the entire family is doing it too. Whenever Mirabel goes to play with him, “Mirabel, Mirabel!” Camilo and Luisa shout and drag her away.

“Mirabel, Mirabel,” can be heard from Abuela and Tío Bruno as she and Antonio are about to get to the best part of the story.

Mirabel, mirabel, miraaaaabbbbeeeeeeellll. From her parents to his to Dolores to Isabella and she’s right there but not!

All he wants is to play with his Mira again. Mama and Papa try but they don’t do the voices right or follow all the rules and it’s not fair! He thought that they were super close, so close that they’d always be together!

But it’s okay! Really! Mirabel always wanted everyone to be together and talk and it’s okay cause it’s all fine-

‘What’s wrong, Cub?’ Hiro spoke up. Okay, so maybe it’s not and he’s upset.

”Nothing! I just… I want Mirabel to spend as much time with me as she used to.” The other animals crowd around. “And… and I love that our familia is spending more time with her…”

‘But?’

“Where were they before?” He cries out. “Where were they before Casita fell and everyone other then Tío and Tía and I were ignoring her? When my Mira was angry or sad or hurt? What about the stories she told me when Mama forgot she promised because she had to do sooooo much!”

“What about when I’d fall and get hurt how Mirabel would calm me down and get me an arepa? She's been there for so much! And…” He can't remember when he started crying but he was now. “And what if she leaves me all alone? What if she decides she likes spending her time with them 'cause they’re older!”

“Tonito.” Arms wrap around him. It's a familiar voice and weight. He calls out ‘Mira.’ She hugs him until his crying stops and the animals join in.

Once he's no longer sobbing, she asks if he can look at her. He doesn't want to and she waits until he's ready.

“Antonio.” She’s calm as she states his name. Her voice is soothing and he almost immediately relaxes into her arms. “I would never leave you. Hey hey hey,” She quickly gets out when he starts looking away. “I'm not lying. I swear it to you.”

Mira never breaks her promises. She never has. At least, not as far as he knows.

“Things have been different now, I know, but we need to work with it. We've all got a lot on our plates.” He knows. He does! Antonio just can't help the bad feelings about it. “But that doesn't mean I shouldn't have spent some more time with you?”

“What? Mirabel no! You keep getting called off and have so much to do-” He doesn't even know what he says next but Mirabel lets him continue on.

“Thats still not an excuse Tonito. I should have said no and spent some time with you.” She smiles gently at him, looking up Antonio can still sense she’s hiding something. “We spent a lot of time together and to have it suddenly stop? It must have been jarring. To see me spend it all that time with others must have hurt. I'm sorry.” Tears start coming out again.

She holds him until he's done. The animals have all gathered around and some even started nuzzling them.

“How about, the rest of today we spend playing together, huh?” Mirabel asks and he nods. He’d really like that. “Well then, I know this fantastic tree house bedroom we can play in?” He giggles.

They play lots of games and Mirabel reads him three stories, THREE, when she tucks him in that night.

———-

After she leaves Antonio, Dolores corners her. It's fine. Mirabel knew it was coming.

“Is that how you felt?” Her cousin asks.

“Yes.” There isn't anything else she can say. Not yet at least. But her ceremony still haunts her. Her sisters, her cousins all went from spending every day playing with her or taking her with them to avoiding her like a plague did hurt.

It hurt a lot.

It made her feel horrible. As if she had done something wrong. Seeing them with the villagers or each other and laughing but pushing her away? She couldn't help it. She spent so much time trying to be better- to fix herself.

She won't be the one to make Antonio feel that way. Not if she can help it.

“Mirabel…” Dolores whispers. “I’m sorry.” Unlike Antonio, she doesn't cry. She does however flash her cousin a grin and tell her it's okay. Her cousin leaves and Casita closes the door behind.

“Buenas noches, Casita.” She calls out and hears the tiles tap out a response.

[foggyfanfic]

Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: As the thought solidified in her mind, she heard a crackle, and the ground shifted beneath her feet. When she looked down, a crack had formed.

She stared at it.

Oh.

Prologue Prev Next Masterlist

6. Drawing a Blank

Mirabel spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out how to get Isabela to confess whatever secret she was hiding so she could tell her sister she loved her even if she was weird, and spoiled, and kinda stupid sometimes.

She thought about pursuing the mystery of the cracks some more, but she figured this thing with Isabela was more important. Besides, maybe if she spent more time around Isabela, she’d see more cracks and get another lead. She wasn’t abandoning her secret adventure, she was just waiting for new information.

Knocking on Isabela’s door didn’t make her magically appear, so Mirabel paced around the nursery a little, then laid down and stared at the ceiling. She dozed a bit, but woke herself up with thoughts of Isabela.

Mirabel rolled onto her side and stared at the empty bed that had previously held Antonio. 

Nice as it was to have her own room again, she already missed her little buddy.

She stood, stretched, and left the nursery in search of Antonio. The natural place to start was his new room, and sure enough, when she knocked on the door she heard her own father invite her in.

Schooling in Encanto was getting increasingly complicated. They didn’t have formal teachers for anyone who wasn’t between the ages of six and thirteen, but they did have a fair number of people who knew enough about science, literature, history, or math to teach it. Mirabel, Camilo, and Amada were still technically in school, but that mostly just meant they were given weekly homework assignments and had the option to ask their “teachers” for help.

For anyone younger than six, people generally just taught their own kids. In the Madrigal family, Tío Bruno handled the alphabet and basic spelling, Tío Félix handled general things like the names of all the colors and reading a clock, and her Pá handled numbers and counting.

That’s what they were working on when Mirabel entered. Antonio was sitting on Agustín’s shoulders, concentrating on a family of capybaras.

“So, there’s more than four, what number comes after four?”

Antonio held up four fingers, then extended his thumb, he held his hand out for Agustín to see, “Cinco?”

“Sí! Bien!” Agustín wiggled himself so he could gently jostle Antonio, “Now, are there more than five capybaras?”

Antonio counted them off on his fingers, then shook his head, “No.”

“You’re right! Come on, let’s go count the birds next,” Antonio started walking, “hola Mira, anything I can help you with?”

“No, I was just missing my favorite primito,” Mirabel followed her father, wiggling her fingers up at Antonio.

He waved enthusiastically back, “We’re seeing how many animals are in my room!”

“Oh, wow, that’s a good idea. How many have you counted so far?”

“Um,” he looked at his hand, holding up all five fingers, then held up four fingers on his other hand, “this many?”

“And how many is that?”

“Nieve?”

“Ay, you’re so smart! Soon you’ll know more than Papá,” Mirabel enthused.

“True, then I’ll be out of a job,” Agustín joked.

“Your job is being a Tío,” Antonio said, leaning over Agustín’s head so he could look him in the eye.

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Mm-hm,” Antonio nodded, enthusiastically.

“I like that, that sounds like a great job,” he paused under a tree branch where a pair of toucans sat side by side, “Alright Tonito, how many?”

“Dos!”

“And that brings our total too?”

Antonio frowned as he ran out of fingers, “Umm…”

“Here, you can borrow some of my fingers,” Mirabel held up her hands, “how many do you need?”

“Just one for now,” Antonio put his hands next to Mirabel’s and stared at their collective fingers, then he whispered, “What comes after diez?”

“Once,” Mirabel whispered back.

“Once!” Antonio proudly repeated to Agustín.

“Very good,” he laughed, “nice use of teamwork.”

They started walking again in search of more birds, Mirabel taking the time to really look around the room now that it wasn’t filled with party goers. It was beautiful.

She felt a little pang of jealousy, despite her efforts to stamp it down. It was just-.

If Mirabel had gotten a room, she would want something light and airy like this. Maybe with giant spools of embroidery thread, and plenty of places for her to sit both with or without her family. She liked the mosaics in Luisa’s pool, and the garden in Isabela’s room, and the maze of caves in Tío Bruno’s room.

But she wasn’t going to get a room, because instead of that magic being used to give her a gift and her own room, it was stored away for a rainy day.

But, she was happy she had such an important job. She was proud of herself. Mirabel was fine.

She stopped walking.

Oh.

Mirabel was fine, Tía Pepa was fine, Isabela was fine, Dolores was fine, and Luisa was fine.

Or in other words, none of them were happy.

Mirabel wasn’t happy.

As the thought solidified in her mind, she heard a crackle, and the ground shifted beneath her feet. When she looked down, a crack had formed.

She stared at it.

Oh.

Her heart started beating in her ears. The cracks happened when they were unhappy. Whenever a crack appeared it was because a member of the family wasn’t ok. 

How the hell was she supposed to fix that?!

Unhappiness happened! It was a part of life. Fine, ok, yes, if Mirabel was going to be honest with herself, she wasn’t happy that she was the miracle’s back up plan, she wasn’t happy she didn’t get her own room, and she definitely wasn’t happy being coddled the way Abuela always did. 

But! 

But she thought of the absolute trust in Antonio’s eyes as he held his hand out for her help, she thought of Octavia trying and failing to mold the earth into a statue of Mirabel after getting her gift, of Amada stomping her foot and demanding that Mirabel get the awesome gift she deserved. Mirabel thought about Tío Bruno saying how smart and mature she was, of Camilo risking Abuela’s ire to get Mirabel a day of freedom, even of the hug Isabela had given her earlier.

Mirabel wasn’t perfectly happy, but she was far from miserable. She was loved, she had people who cared about and supported her. No matter what else was going on in her life-.

The ground shifted again, and Mirabel looked down to see the crack was gone. The second part of the puzzle clicked into place.

The cracks appeared when they weren’t happy, but went away when they felt loved and supported.

So, why hadn’t the cracks in the wall gone away?

Dolores had said that the cracks used to open and close all the time, implying that it was only recently that the cracks had started sticking around. Why? What had changed?

“Miraboo?” her father called from somewhere beyond the bushes, reminding Mirabel where she was.

“Coming,” she called, racing towards her father’s voice, when she caught up with them she said, “sorry, sorry, I was just enjoying how pretty this place is.”

Antonio smiled proudly at that, and Mirabel was struck by how happy he always got whenever she complimented or praised him. Her opinion mattered to him. She mattered to him. It was something she already knew, but in light of her epiphany, it just fed her confusion.

Her thoughts still circled around the cracks even while she continued to help her Pá teach Antonio how to count. The Madrigals loved each other, a lot.

What sort of pain could be enough to overpower the love between them?

AN: I didn't want to spend too long letting Mirabel wonder how the cracks work, since we the audience already know, and instead have tried to make it believable that she would arrive at this conclusion without the house falling to pieces. Since everybody reading this already knows the major beats, this is more of a bomb under the table type story than a mystery.

[axellis-archv-2]

tonito and nazunya

ask game

by god...

ok so i think in general theyd get along really really well i think nazuna would love love love love hearing antonio play on the violin !!! antonio....just needs to not call nazuna small . which is gonna be so challenging bc hes 9ft tall . but he'll manage he has to because hes looking at a cute cute bunny .

i think they would just love watching eachother work and supporting eachother through their own . antonio playing a tune while nazuna dances to it . nazuna would also be veryyy insistent on helping antonio with mending his clothes . theyd literally be so cute interacting bc theyd just be so nice to eachother itd make me wanna throw upppppp oh gyadddd

i dont know if anything potentially romantic would happen . i think theyre just not interested in eachother like that but theyd be really really good friends and could definitely like support eachother and give eachother advice . i think antonio really would appreciates nazunas perspective on things

[gamerbearmira]

WOO WOO THE WHISTLE BLOWS

Ok. I decided to wait until today to post this (and totally not because I fell asleep) BUT LIKE. HERE'S THE FLUFF <33 POLSR EXPRESS AU❗❗❗

And a little animatic i put virtually no effort in the night before but. I gotta do SOMETHING to make up for what I posted last night 🥸

LEA GET IT

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Agustín was checking the time, his whistle in his other hand. The Polar Express was set to take off in only 10 minutes. Mirabel was excited, as it was her first time helping conduct the main cars. At first, she was only following Agustín around. But now, she could finally help conduct like he did.

Mirabel stood next to her father, giddily jumping in place. Agustín looked down at his 14-year-old daughter, smiling. "Excited hija?"

"Very!" Mirabel exclaimed happily, clutching his arm. "I get to finally work like you do!" Agustín laughed and ruffled her hair.

"Well we'll be heading off soon, so don't worry," he said, turning to walk inside to check the schedule. Mirabel stayed outside, excited. All the other kids the Encanto had already boarded, and she knew because she was the one who greeted and guided them, as well as gave them candy canes; like she did every year.

As Mirabel waited, she saw Casita's doors open. She saw Antonio rushing down the hill and to the train. He giggled as he held one of his teddy bears in his arms.

"Mira!" He smiled, the four-year-old hugging her youngest primo.

"Tonio! You're here!" Mirabel said, cuddling with him. She then showed him her hands, then reached behind his head, and pulled out a candy cane. As Antonio put it in his mouth, Agustín walked out, smiling at the sight of his sobrino.

"Hola Tio!" Antonio greeted and Agustín pinched Antonio's cheeks, eliciting a playful giggle from the boy.

"Hola Tonito. Are you excited about the Polar Express this year?" Agustin asked and Antonio enthusiastically nodded.

"Yeah! I can't wait to get to the North Pole," Antonio said, sticking the candy cane back into his mouth. The boy looked back at Casita, pausing, before taking it out and looking at his tio. "Tio?"

"Si?" Agustín said, half paying attention to Antonio, the other at his pocket watch.

"Can Isa, and Lola, and Lulu and Milo come?" Antonio asked, rattling off the names in excitement. Mirabel's eyebrows raised, and she looked at her father hopefully. She knew he was rather strict when it came to the Polar Express and how it ran but...she wouldn't lie, it could be fun.

Agustín quirked an eyebrow, looking at the pocket watch in his hand. He tapped his foot "I don't know..." He mused.

"Please papá? It's been forever since it was all of us! Plus, Antonio won't have to worry about being alone in the car anymore!" Mirabel pleaded.

Agustín pressed his lips together, looking at the watch, then Mirabel, then Antonio. He stepped back, looking into the car, then up and down the train. He sighed heavily, and Mirabel and Antonio lit up.

"5 minutes. You have 5 minutes to go back and get them. We're on a tight schedule, so don't be late," Agustín said. With an excited giggle, Mirabel rushed back to Casita, while Antonio waited alongside Agustín, his small hand gripping Agustín sleeve.

Mirabel rushed into Casita, scrambling up the stairs. "Casita, help me wake up my sisters and cousins!" She whispered. Casita gave an affirmative flip as she rushed off to Luisa's room.

Opening the door, she rushed into the stone room, running up to her sister, who was in bed. She shook her awake, and Luisa groggily looked at Mirabel.

"Mira? What are you doing?" Luisa asked, blinking away the sleep.

"Do you wanna go to the North Pole with me and papá?" Mirabel asked.

Luisa stared at Mirabel, processing what she said before shooting up. "Of course I do, let's go!" Mirabel was launched off the bed, but Luisa caught her, snatching her robe off the hook and slipping on the nearest pair of shoes.

Luisa left the room, Mirabel in her arms. Isabela was rubbing her eyes, her shoes and robe on. Dolores yawned, and Camilo was standing next to her.

"What's going on?" Camilo asked, noticing Luisa's excitement.

"We get to go to the North Pole!" Luisa said excitedly, placing Mirabel down and rushing out the door.

"Wait, the Polar Express is here?" Camilo said wide-eyed, and he was hot on Luisa's heels, barely clinging to his robe.

"What? The Polar Express isn't real, it's just a kid's story," Isabela said and Mirabel shook her head.

"Come on Isa, just trust me! You don't remember it, but it is real!" Mirabel grabbed both Isabela and Dolores's hands, practically dragging them out of the house. The two were protesting until they got outside. Their eyes widened as they saw the bright lights that lit up the cars of the large train that waited for them.

"It's real?" Dolores mumbled and Mirabel rushed down the hill with Isabela and Dolores in tow. Antonio had gotten on board in the car that was designated for Madrigals. He waved to Dolores from the window, still eating his candy cane.

Mirabel handed candy canes to her sisters and cousins, urging them onto the train. She checked her watch, it then struck 11:55 right as she got Isabela into the cart. Pulling out her whistle, she looked up and down and noted that all the doors were closed.

"Dolores, cover your ears!" Mirabel called and Dolores hastily did as her prima said. Mirabel blew her whistle, and the train started up, the train's own whistle going off. Mirabel hopped on, closing the door as the train chugged along the tracks that had magically appeared.

Antonio kicked his legs as he sat next to his brother, who was excited to be there as well, though probably not as much as Luisa, who was like a little kid on Christmas, unironically. Isabela and Dolores held their candy canes, looking around the cart.

As Mirabel wrote something on the schedule, Agustín walked into the car, a big smile on his face. "I see you made it in time!"

"Papá? It's...it's real? It's not a story?" Isabela said in shock and Agustín nodded. "Of course it's real! And we're going to the North Pole to see your tio."

"Papá Noel is our tio?!" Luisa said, her eyes lighting up, and she almost fell out of her seat, barely catching herself and her candy cane.

Agustín laughed and nodded. "Yes, he is. Mi hermano mayor. We just don't see him often, he's very busy," he explained. "I'm sure he'll be happy to see the rest of you this year as well, hm?"

"PAPÁ NOEL! OH MY GOSH!" Luisa screamed in excitement, crushing the candy canes in her hand. Dolores covered her ears, but easily understood Luisa's excitement. The other laughed at how excited she was, and honestly cpuldn't help but feel the same.

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WOWOWOWOWW❗❗❗ So cool, so fluff <333 I kinda wanna write more. Might be more active today since I visited family yesterday!! And. You can clearly see how excited Luisa is. She loves it because she gets to feel like a kid again and she's not working or anything. And she just like Christmas 😭

And I got new iPad!! LETS GOOOO❗❗❗ That's why I've been drawing with my finger <333

Anyway MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYYYYSSSSS <3333

[hurt-comfort-lover]

Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Twelve

Later after lunch, Mirabel had decided to help Luisa and Camilo with carrying the larger pieces of sheetrock, though Luisa and Camilo had already gotten a good chunk of it done by the time Mirabel had got there. Together the three of them were able to clear the area way faster, getting the majority of the larger pieces that were left. Mirabel yelled out to Luisa and Camilo to let them know that she was taking a break to get some water. As she turned around she bumped into Dolores. 

“Sorry Dolores.” Mirabel said in a hushed tone before processing what she said, “Wait- I mean-” she stammered.

“It’s fine Mira.”

“Force of habit I guess. How are you doing? Adjusting to life without your gift.”

“I think I’m doing ok. I’m still trying to get used to people coming up to me out of the blue. I get more startled easily now. Though it’s kind of nice, the quiet is something I’ve never had outside of my room, so it’s different, but in a good way.” Dolores said with a smile. 

“I’m glad that you’re doing good, I know that it was hard for you to just go around doing your chores, especially when people carelessly start yelling without considering how it may affect you.”

“Thank you by the way, for always being considerate when I’m around.”

“Of course, your mi prima after all.” Mirabel said with a bright smile. “I’m going to get some water now, adios!” Mirabel said as she walked away.

"Adiós Mirabel.” Dolores waved as her primita walked away. Dolores had always had a small pang of guilt in her chest. The amount of times that she, the person that heard everything, had forgotten her prima’s birthday was inexcusable. She didn’t even realize that everybody had forgotten Mirabel’s quinceañera until that night when she heard Tonito talking about it. Her padre y madre had always told her not to interfere with things that she hears. She needed to mind her business, she can’t have everybody's affairs on her shoulders, she was only a child at the time. So that’s what she did. When she heard her parents doing that she had said nothing. When she heard someone hang themselves and say their final goodbye to god, she had said nothing. When everybody had forgotten Mirabel’s birthday, she said nothing. That’s what she always did. However, it still weighed on her. She could’ve done something, even if she wasn’t interfering directly. She could’ve spent a little time with Mirabel or subtly reminded the familia that they hadn’t celebrated Mirabel’s birthday in years. Despite everything that Dolores hadn’t done, Mirabel was still so kind, she always took care to be quiet so as to not hurt Dolores’ ears when she’s around. She even taught Antonio from a young age to be quiet around his big sister as well. Everything kept adding up and she continued to ignore everything, letting it get worse and worse. She had heard the whispers around the town about Mirabel. There were rumors of whether she was actually a Madrigal or if she was adopted. Kids around Mirabel’s age tend to either ignore or despise her. Dolores shook her head. Wallowing in the past wouldn’t do anything, and she knew that

Over the two weeks the debris had been completely cleared from the site. The carpenters in town had helped Abuela recreate Casita, trying to replicate as close as possible. However, there was still one undecided decision.

“Mami, you have to add a room for Mirabel in the new house. She’s getting older, she can’t live in the nursery forever.” Julietta says.

“Mija, I want to as well, but I’m not sure how we’re going to be able to fit it in. I want it to be as close as possible to the original Casita.” Abuela says as she rubs her temple.

“Well we’ll make it fit. We can get rid of a closet or a bathroom- but Mirabel is going to have her own room.” Julietta grumbles as she stomps off. Abuela just sighs as she sits down looking over the blueprints again. She was so focused that she didn’t notice her granddaughter come up behind her, and jumped when Mirabel tapped her shoulder.

“-Mirabel! Oh, I didn’t see you.”

“Hola Abuela…” Mirabel says quietly.

“Hola Mira, is everything alright?”

“... you don’t have to make me a room.”

“What?”

“I’ll be ok in the nursery. I don’t want it to be harder for you because of me.”

“Mira..”

“It’s not that big of a deal anyway! I don’t mind sharing.” Mirabel said with a weak smile. Abuela just sighed.

“I- don’t worry about it alright? I’ll figure it out, si?”

“Sí Abuela. Lo siento.”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Mirabel nodded at her Abuela as she walked away solemnly. Her heart hurt, she had still felt that the Casita breaking was mostly because of her actions. Her familia was suffering because of her. She didn’t want to make it any worse. She walked outside of the construction lot, she took a route along the forest to the spot that she would take Tonito. She sat down next to a big oak tree as she reminisced about taking Antonio there when he was a baby. He hated being inside even as a baby, she knitted him a blanket so that way he could lay on it and crawl around without getting dirty. The memory made her smile. Mirabel was to lost in her thoughts to notice footsteps walking closer. A small squeak snapped Mirabel out of her trance, and she knew exactly who it was. Dolores gave a small smile as she sat down next to her cousin. They sat in silence for a while, just sitting there in each other's company. Dolores broke the silence though.

“Mirabel, why aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be?”

“After your fifth birthday everyone had treated you horribly. Yet you weren’t mad at them, you still aren’t mad at them. You’re not mad at me.”

“Do you want me to be mad at you?”

“Well- not really. I just don’t understand. We don’t deserve your forgiveness yet, you give it out so freely.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance. I love my family, I would do anything for all of you to be happy. I just want the best for everyone. Including you, so talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Everything,” Mirabel said. Dolores had to stop and think. 

“I think that I should’ve told everyone that we missed your quinceañera. I should’ve told Abuela that you weren’t lying about the cracks. I should’ve told my mami that she needed to stop putting all the pressure on you to raise Antonio. I should’ve stayed by your side when everyone else had abandoned you.”

“... sometimes I forget that you can hear all that.” Mirabel said with a weak laugh.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. I’m sure it’s hard being aware of everything all at once. That’s too much pressure for one person to handle. I think you did alright considering you were just a kid at the time.” As they watched the sunset, Dolores had started crying. She didn’t know why, she just was. Maybe she had been keeping that in for too long. Mirabel gave Dolores a hug,

“Tell me when something is bothering you. Don’t bottle it up.”

“.. ok.”

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11, 14, 20 for the questions about songs?

Song fit for a revolution

No estoy segura si se refiere a un soundtrack para revolución o una canción que te pone en modo revolucionario, pero para cualquiera de las dos opciones no se me ocurre otra cosa que no sea Matador de Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

Meme-worthy song/jingle

Me voy a ir con Jingle y elegir el tonito de los anuncios del SITATYR (Sindicato industrial de trabajadores y artistas de televisión y radio). Para ilustrar mi punto, adjunto la siguiente evidencia

other song category of choice 🎵

Elijo poetic lyric para poder poner una canción de la gran iLe

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Que hablan delirios y ralladuras

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