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notes from Encanto: A Tale of Three Sisters
Isabela is jealous that Mirabel isn’t burdened by a gift and can do whatever she wants
would offer her help but thinks that she would snap at her because she ‘always wants stuff done her own way’
sometimes wishes her gift was more helpful like her mother’s
when she makes a mistake she pushes it onto Mirabel because she recognizes that she isn’t allowed to make a mistake but Mirabel is
she made Mirabel a little daisy necklace before her ceremony
she’s nervous around Abuela
“Abuela’s stern voice disrupts the quiet of the courtyard. I’m not sure where she came from but she is standing over Mirabel, watching her do her project. That would make me so nervous.”
Luisa thinks that she’s ‘not supposed to get tired or worn out’ and hopes Abuela doesn’t notice when she does
everyone loves her hugs because she’s strong and she really wants a hug
Isabela made her a flower crown on her ceremony day
Mirabel decorated the nursery’s ceiling with pictures representing family members
Pepa = rainbows, Isabela = flowers, Luisa = boulders, Julieta = arroz con pollo
“I watch Abuela smile at her daughters and her grandchildren. Why doesn’t she smile at me like that?”
apparently they can feel Casita ‘smiling with pride’
“I’m not sure what to do. I want to comfort her because that’s my duty as the oldest sister, but I don’t want Abuela to be angry with me, too.”
Luisa’s room is a gym
“I don’t remember the family having that much fun on my gift day. Mostly everyone wanted to watch me do tricks with my brand new strength. You know –lifting heavy things, moving houses and churches, digging deep holes. Honestly, I felt a little like a performer at a circus. I still do, actually.”
she has the slightest bit of repressed anger/irritation
Mirabel thinks everything comes easily to Luisa and is irritated that she does everything everyone asks of her except what Mirabel asks
Luisa never cries, gets tired, or takes naps
Isabela feels like Mirabel is lucky for not being responsible for anything
she thinks Mirabel is Agustín’s favorite child, and that she needs to try harder for him to like her
she envies Mirabel because she doesn’t need to care about what others think of her
Félix and Agustín are good friends
parallels between Bruno’s room in the walls and Mirabel’s nursery room
Luisa doesn’t believe that Mirabel disturbed Antonio’s gift ceremony on purpose
isn’t emotionally strong and will cry when yelled at, and is impressed that Mirabel can stand up to Abuela
“I back up into the shadows a bit. Just because I’m strong– I used to be strong (don’t cry, don’t cry) –doesn’t mean my grandmother doesn’t frighten me a little, especially when she’s mad.”
Luisa has a panic attack during the final confrontation between Mirabel and Abuela Alma when the house is crumbling down
“I knew it. I knew it was my fault. Why can’t I be everywhere at once?”
she’s afraid of the dark
Abuela thinks Mirabel is similar to Pedro
Bruno’s ostarization from the family was the beginning of the cracks
before Casita was destroyed, Isabela refused hugs
Dolores becomes much more talkative after the destruction of Casita
the doors become representative of the family members’ entire personalities, instead of just their gifts
I’m going to go ahead and put in that request. May I please a NSFW one shot of drunk Isabela and fem!reader?😭
a/n: HELL YEAHHHH >;) Thank you everyone for the many requests for this, I had a lot of fun with this one
Warnings: NSFW/smut, alcohol
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Reader's POV
This night has felt like such a blur. It was the wonderful combination of careless dancing, close friends, and drunken decisions that made it so unforgettable. It was Isabela's 22nd birthday and, as always, a massive celebration was being held at la Casa Madrigal. The music was blaring at full volume as multicolored strobe lights lit up the dance floor.
"One, two, three!"
You, Isabela, and a couple of your other friends all took a heaping shot of tequila on the count of three. You felt the familiar burning sensation traveling down your throat after you downed the entire thing in one go.
"To Isa!" One of your friends yelled out after shaking off the bittersweet taste that lingered in their mouth. You gave a happy smile around the circle until your eyes stopped on Isa. Her chocolate brown orbs were already set on you and the corners of her mouth perked up into a giddy smile. She skipped up to you and handed you another shot.
“One for just you and me,” she pleaded while making puppy eyes at you.
“Ay dios mio,” you laughed and rolled your eyes while grabbing one of the shot glasses. "To the most wonderful girl I've ever met; the most beautiful flower in all of Encanto. Happy birthday Isa!" You finished your short sentiment and clinked your glasses together, downing number who even knows how many shots you've taken tonight.
“Woooo!” Isabela exclaimed after finishing her shot. She spun around as small petals exploded from her frame, then quickly grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the dance floor.
You grinned from ear to ear and started dancing to the upbeat music. You grabbed Isabela’s waist and started swaying along to the beat. In return, she tilted her head back and pulled you down by your neck to capture your lips into a needy kiss. Her overwhelmingly sweet floral scent fills your nostrils and makes you feel dizzy with love and desire for the beautiful woman before you.
You instantly melt at the contact. You haven’t been able to spend as much time as you’d like to today with Isabela as she’s been bombarded with gifts and birthday wishes all day. But this one kiss made it seem completely worth it. Right now, no one else mattered.
The two of you continue your moment as Isa deepens the kiss and slides her tongue into your mouth and glides along with yours. You feel a familiar warmth starting to build in your core. However, almost immediately after, she pulls back with a small nibble to your bottom lip. Your lips desperately chase after hers with a small whimper.
She hums in response and tilts your chin upwards with her finger. “I know what I want for my birthday,” she slurs out with a giggle and a smirk. While doing so she pulls away from your body and makes a ‘come hither’ movement with her index finger. You and her skip through the crowds together, hand in hand, saying short goodbyes to those you passed.
“Goodnight Abuela!” Isabela put a quick kiss to her grandma’s cheek before regaining her focus to the route to her bedroom.
“Isabela, where are you going in such a hurry? The party isn’t-“ Abuela stopped herself mid sentence as she deemed it no use. Her eldest granddaughter and her girlfriend had already disappeared around the corner and out of sight.
Isabela could barely wait for her bedroom door to be completely closed before she threw herself at you. She rips off the top layer of both of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear. Her petite frame pushes against yours and causes you to stumble back until you hit and closed her door. Isabela pauses to lock the door before she crashed her lips onto yours with a desire you knew you both had been trying to keep tame all day. Trying not to break the kiss, she secures a few vines around both of your bodies and pulls you through the air, dropping you on her bed. She loses balance once the vines retreat and topples over on top of you on the bed. She gives a giddy smile before propping herself up on her elbows and going right for the side of your neck. She sloppily places warm kisses all over your neck and collarbone while also leaving dark hickies in the same places by biting and sucking. This brings you to let out a lengthy moan and arch your back into her hovering body. In response, Isabela bites down on one of your sweet spots located on your neck and shoves her knee in between your legs, separating them. A muffled sound of pleasure leaves your throat as Isabela leaves your neck to give some attention to your lips.
You could taste the lingering flavor of alcohol on her tongue when she pushed hers through to dance with yours. At the same time, Isabela thrusts her knee against your center, causing you to break the heated kiss and moan loudly into the side of her neck.
“Please Isa,” you pant into her dark tan skin.
Normally Isabela loves to see you writhe in pain and beg underneath her, but today she was feeling quite generous. It was probably all the tequila.
Isabela hums in response and smiled at you through hooded eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she trailed her hand down your body and slipped it under your white laced panties. She slowly circled her fingers dangerously close to your aching center, feeling how wet you are. You whimper at her but remain patient.
Enjoying how her teasing was affecting you, she dipped her finger ever so slightly into you while using another finger to brush against your throbbing clit. You give a strained noise of frustration and pleasure as she continues to be sparing with her movements.
Isa watches you with amusement while she continues to tease you.
“Isa,” you breathily moan into the air.
Isabela simply giggles in response before sliding one of her fingers into you and curling it, hitting your g-spot. You throw your head back into her soft pillows and bite your lip to keep you from screaming out too loud (not that it would matter as everyone was still enjoying the dance party downstairs).
Isabela continues with her movements and adds in a second finger to your needy center. She thrusts them at a quick pace, listening to your now muffled sounds of pleasure as she crashed her lips against yours.
It didn’t take long before you were shaking and screaming from your release and gripping onto the beautiful woman’s shoulders in an effort to keep yourself grounded.
Bringing you down from your high, Isabela crawls up next to you and pulls you into a tight embrace while whispering praises into your ear.
“Happy birthday, Isa” you smiled at your girlfriend before you both fell asleep in each other’s embrace.
Me: I LOVED ENCANTO WOW I will just casually look up Mirabel on Tumblr bc she was my favorite character and totally normal things will happen :]
Literally every single thing in the Encanto tag being... like that AND FUCKING MIRABEL X HER OWN UNCLE BEING ABOVE THE ENCANTO TAG IN RESULTS??????? THAT SHOULDN'T EVEN BE THERE WHY IS IT AT THE TOP:
So anyway here's a good reminder that
- Everyone in family Madrigal is related to each other.
- Mirabel (and Camilo) are 15.
I always thought the snapping fingers thing was a me thing, YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT IT'S A MORE OF A "my ethnicity" THING?
I swear I've never seen my Colombian mom, grandparents or gr-aunts do it, HOW DID I LEARN?
(This also applies to the squeaks and the lip thing)
small cultural & Colombia/Latin related details from Encanto 🇨🇴
the flowers on Isabela’s dress - cattleya trianae orchids (may lilies), national flowers of Colombia
Camilo snapping his fingers when he is excited
Mirabel using her lips to point
flowered balconies (like in Cartagena)
ruanas (ponchos) that Bruno and Camilo wore
Dolores’ “squeaks”
inviting the whole town/neighbourhood to a party
sombrero vueltiao - traditional Colombian hat
Isabela being covered in the colors of Colombian flag (🇨🇴) during her song
and many many more!
(this is for all the people who still say Encanto is not about Colombians ; sorry about the quality of the gifs)
pairing: camilo x black!reader
synopsis: camilo cuddling headcanons!!
warnings: none
type: headcanon
a/n: trying out some headcanons for a bit before continuing some other stuff
first off this boy looooves all kinds of physical affection whether it's hugs, kisses, love bites.
he wouldn't mind being the big or little spoon as long as he's touching you.
loves being big spoon bc it makes him feel like he's protecting you.
loves when you play with his hair as he finds it really relaxing.
when he's had a rough day all he wants is to lay in your arms.
he loves when you fall asleep in his lap or on his chest.
he will rest his head in the crook of your neck every. single. night.
you find it adorable how he'll cling to you which btw
he will not let you leave the bed even for a glass of water.
you guys always wake up in a tangled mess with legs intertwined and camilo somehow hanging off the bed
all in all he just loves sleeping with you and being close to you :)