Luisa Madrigal - Tumblr Posts
Luisa: Oh fuck I need help!
Mirabel: What is it?
Luisa: Well I have this list of thimhs to trg in my day off so I of course have to do them today but it's a evening and I haven't finished even a half of the list so I'm really worried and what if I won't have enough time for everything??
Mirabel: Wait, you— you don't have to complete every activity in one day?
Luisa: But it's the purpose of list to tell what I'm supposed to do
Mirabel: You do realize it's not chores you are ovligate to do, right?
Luisa:
Mirabel: Right?
Some thought but did you ever think there was a chance Luisa WASN'T the only one to lose her gift for a bit during Antonío's ceremony? It wasn't only her door that flickered during the ceremony (and as we can see from the next day when Luisa had troubles with her gift, it began to flicker again)
Isabela, Camilo, Julieta and Antonío would all need to use their gifts in very specific shot of time to know of any problem. And as far as we can see, they all are just dancing and partying. Yes, Julieta does have food but we don't see anyone being actually injured and needing healing. (Assuming they can't really feel their gifts presense in some way). So if nobody had used their gifts, it's possible they didn't know it happened at all
Pepa is a bit more tricky, she doesn't really control her power. But here again comes the fact that even in other scenes we don't see Pepa always with clouds or rainbows. So when emotions aren't too intense it can be controlled
Luisa and Dolores both have the most physical gifts out of the family, which they seem to be using by default. Unable not to. So both of them had the best chance to feel the problem. Again, there's the fact we don't see Dolores saying a word about her hearing being weaker at any moment. But do you think how loud the party would be even without superhearing? Plus Luisa was clearly shown to have some form of anxiety, which does riggle wirh her perception and overthinking of what this all could mean. Or Dolores just wasn't comfortable enough to talk with Mirabel. Tho she's still the one harder to pin than the rest of the family
I was in my zone (til you came along)
She didn't worry about herself all that much. Without her gift, Luisa was the strongest either way. So she was sure nothing could make her crack
This time for whumptober! Team as a fanily
TW: Torture, violence, blood and injury
Luisa narrowed her eyed, pulling herself forward. Metal dug into her skin, biting deeper. Luisa hung, trying to ignore the burning pain, running inside her veins with every passing second. Blood sting into the torn fabric of her blouse. Forming red patches.
She didn't know how many days she was in here. Dios, she wished for nothing more than her gift to return. These stupid chains wouldn't be able to hold her even for a second if only Luisa still had her empowered strength. Binds gripped into her skin, pulling her back. Luisa felt sick. Her head was dizzy, arms felt like they would fall off with the whole damage. Lungs burned with each gasping breathe. The metal around her neck squeezed it, makind hard to breathe properly.
"Still quiet?" Luisa growled at the voice. These people.... She wasn't sure who they were, but they were asking to where Encanto was. Her home. And, taking everything into account, Luisa was sure they had no good intentions when it came to her or her family.
Luisa was protector, someone strong and resillian. Even without her gift. She had huge pain tolerance. Ability to windstand whatever they did. If she couldn't fight back at the time, she still had to make sure others were safe. This something slammed into her brain with years. She was strong, she had to protect her family, protect them at all cost. Her life was carved into the purpose of being the strongest person.
So she gritted her teeth, feeling her body falling apart (don't scream, don't give them this satisfaction) Stared down at strangers. She didn't know who they were, but after being chained for God-knows-how-long. After she went through the various types of torture. Well, she had even less thinking about any of them having good intentions. Her wrists burned. Collar gripped around her, uncomfortably tight. Almost choking her. Her back burned from fresh injuried, making it hard if not impossible to lean on the wall.
And Luisa had to admit, she wasn't used to be a captive. Until recently, even a thought of this felt like a fever dream. An impossible scenario. But here she was. Chained to the rock wall. Shieving from the cold crawling between her bones. Her gaze stared down at the captors. She would've turned her head, but with a heavy metal restain, every neck movement made her feel as if she suffocated.
It was okay. Luisa could handle this (even if her body begged for a break, what was new in it?) She was able to stand this. She was the strongest person in the world. And it was her direct duty to protect others. She was able to stay unbothered, she must be.
Or, well so she thought. Just until somebody else, Mirabel was thrown into her room. All disheveled, her glasses are missing. People her her tight, and Mirabel didn't have the best physical ability at all. And, taking the fact that they mamaged to get Luisa under control (ableit it took a LOT of them simply trying to hold her wrists until they cuffed.) And Mirabel barely had any physical capability.
"Sis?!" She yelled, panic squeezed her lungs.
Mirabel startled, her head turned at the sound "Luisa?" She asked, squenting. "LUISA THANK GOD YOU..." She cut herself off as seeing her a bit better. "Is it... is it blood?!" Teenager yellped, her eyes widening as the strange copper stains.
Luisa's eye twitched, she held back her cough. "Ah... It's a new shirt?" She tried to sound as innocent as possible.
"Silence!" One of the people snarled, pulling Luisa's hair. Luisa inhaled sharply, her body is getting down. Well, as much as the chains allowed. Collar dig against the sore skin, making it hard to breathe. A slap rang against her face. Luisa did her best not to scream. Even when pain crawled up her exhausted body. This time not only out of pride, but because Mirabel was here. She didn't want to make her worry. Not like it helped, because Mirabel tried to yank herself out, yelling.
"What are you doing?? I-I'm sorry!" She begged, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean it! You're hurting her!"
"I'm o–" Luisa tried to whisper, but her voice was cut off, her head slammed into the bricked wall. The feeling send up a dripping agony. This time she did grunt. This wasn't as bad as beating when theh tried to get some information out of her. But it didn't make it any less unpleasant.
For the moment, hovewer, people seemed to focus their attention on Mirabel, towering over a small figure as she kept panickly apologizing. Mirabel always tended to blame herself for things.
"Are you ready to talk?" Luisa froze, seeing what was unrevealing. This time Mirabel was the one from whom they tried to get information
"FUCK OFF FROM HER!" Luisa yelled. Pulling so hard her wrists were bleeding. When she withnessed Mirabel being pushed into the wall. Whip landing onto her back, cutting the blouse and drawning the red. As Mirabel tried to back away, loking for any reasoning. The stronger Madrigal felt her vision getting red. When the smell on burning flesh got inside her brain. The cold chains bulged, when Luisa tried to break them with more strenght than ever before "I WILL RIP YOU HEADS OFF!" HOW FUCKING DARE THEY?
It continued, Mirabel looked pale. Luisa's heart missed a beat. Her body wrentched, tuggling against the bounds like a wild beast. Her vision became a raged blur, breathing was short and panicked. As Mirabel's struggles become weaker in front of her very eyes. Blood loss showing. And she was weaker than Luisa too. More fragile.
It took her heart away, knowing just how easy it would be to crash her sister. Luisa was strong, she could handle the pain. But she couldn't handle watching. Just onserving how Mirabel was tortured for nothing more than information.
"I'll tell you! Stop hurting her!" Luisa screamed, her body saying something but she wasn't exactly sure what. Maybe it was an actual way to their village, maybe Luisa had said the most nonsense in her life. Her mind didn't care. Only begging to stop the horror she had to witness. Utterly unable to do anything.
Luisa wasn't sure if she wanted it to be truth or not. If it was, the entirely of her family would probably be in danger. (Luisa's heart sank, only now realizing that if she cracked for real it wouldn't be only Mirabel she had to watch like this.) And if she had told them a pointless nonsense, she knew the torture would be worse than anything before.
This tree has Luisa vibes
Okay so
In the movie, Isabela is 21, Luisa is 19, and Mirabel is 15, right?
Meaning when Mirabel was born, Luisa would have been 4 years old, and Isabela 6.
Isa would have already gotten her gift by the time Mirabel was born.
You can’t tell me Isabela Madrigal didn’t make flowers grow in her new baby sister’s cradle.
Okay important question:
Do you guys think that the donkeys in Encanto escape on purpose for the sole reason of knowing they are going to get a free ride home anyway???
Because that would be me as a donkey.
I’d be like, “ Ey! Here comes Luisa, right on time to bring me home for my daily nap.”
Luisa lying on the floor and crying in the background while the family dinner goes up in flames around her is honestly such a mood.
Love that the Donkeys take a step back in Surface Pressure because they know Luisa is about to go off.
Whatever you do, don’t think about how Bruno was probably an integral part to the young Madrigals when it came to their life pre-miracles.
Like how he would take Isabela and Dolores on nature walks to give Julieta and Pepa a break. Allowing Isabela to discover her love of flowers, and making competitions with Dolores on who could hear the most sounds.
Don’t think about how Bruno saw Luisas desire to be helpful, and would give her ‘heavy’ things to lift when it came to housework, or moving things in his vision cave.
psst i never told anyone i really liked encanto and i was tempted to make a little modern au design of the characters so here're the cool palette sisters
Being Camilo’s Twin Would Include…
A/N : I can’t think of anymore right now so here’s what I got. My friends did help me with some stuff. Reader is GN.
first of all, you’re gift would be duplication AKA cloning
second of all, ever since you got your gift Camilo’s never been able to know which you is you
it frustrates him to no end and you love it
you were born before him so you call him Hermanito
you also call him ‘Milo, Cami, Tramposo (trickster), Mi Hermano (my brother), Calaca (skeleton), Lobo (wolf, implies sly person)
your personalities are rather similar
you both love teasing each other relentlessly
your gift ceremony was on the same day each of you getting a door right next to each other
your door had you in the middle with multiple other yous surrounding the background
you look really similar to each other and everyone confused you too (especially if Camilo shifts into you)
he’s a drama king, so are you. it’s inevitable
making duplicates of yourself to distract everyone so you can get seconds at breakfast
Camilo shifted into you once to try and get you in trouble at breakfast once so you made duplicates of yourself and when they disappeared back to you, you hit Camilo on top of the head
“Ay, I’m not a clone.”
“I know.”
like your sister, Delores, you know way too much for your own good
your duplicates are a part of you so once they return you know what they know
your struggles are feeling like you have to be everywhere at once and having to be there to help everyone
and it’s draining to make so many duplicates of yourself as well
you have many jobs of just helping the townspeople with whatever they need and extra set of hands for
you mostly watch after children like Camilo, you play hopscotch, jump rope, double dutch, etc.
you love your family to death and would do anything for them
when you were five you and Camilo snuck down to the kitchen to get some arepas and found Bruno who (in your five year old minds) looked like he was 7 feet tall with rats along his back
you love dancing
your eccentric like Camilo
you both help each other the most out of the family
you both swear up and down with your family that you guys have an extra gift and that’s it’s twin powers
your family denies it all the time and repeatedly tell you twin powers don’t exist
Antonio believes you both though
Re-watching Encanto only ends two ways: crying while wishing for your generational trauma to be mended, and singing along
⚠️Heartbreaking Encanto Realisation ⚠️
So I was rewatching the music video to Dos Orugitas when I noticed something.
We all know that each family members room (with the exception of Mirabel) is unique to them and their likings. Antonio likes animals and his room is a jungle. Isabella likes plants and her room is a garden and so on and so forth.
Well…………look at Abuleas
It looks just like the one her and Pedro shared in their old home!
It’s not big and spectacular like the others. It’s small and simple and reminiscent of the life she once had. A small bit of familiarity, where after a long day of duties and responsibilities she can go back in time to the life she once had. When she didn’t have an entire town depending on her. When she didn’t know miracles existed because she never needed one. When she was just a young girl living in a small boring completely ordinary house with her loving husband and beautiful children.
Because THAT is what she likes most.
Anyone else notice how in “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” when Mariano arrives, everyone says
“He’s here!”
Like in the middle of talking about Bruno. Like obviously it’s talking about Mariano and his family being at Casita, but the way it’s phrased makes it sound almost as if they are talking about Bruno with that line.
Like, Bruno is there. Which we later find out, that he is. It just makes it sound as if that line is for Bruno.
I know that this sounds like begging and it is very annoying, but please could ya'll listen to the brazilian version of "surface pressure" and "we don't talk about bruno"? I mean they're perfect
Encanto after the movie
FINALLY SOME ART YALL!!!
forgive me for the not posting time 🥲
ANYWAYS HERES THE GRANDKIDS AS TROLLS🩵
And some second vision I did bc of the hair..
GRANDKIDS TROLLS SHEETS!! Can’t believe I’m making this an Au 😃..
