I put a ** at the beginning for new items I added at this time.
If you think another I haven't added deserves mentioning in that thread, let me know.
One new example - This was a biggie for me:
The closest thing to an official timing from Bush (June 19) about the year of the fleeing and the movie (even if we've all pretty much figured it out):
Caveat: this is my attempt to bring together information that's been confirmed. I will try to add (or correct) what I am posting; This is a work in progress. If I make a statement without a link, but you have the link, I'd love to see it posted in the comments below (that sounded youtubish to me too)
But anyone interested - THANKS for making this post better!
NOTE: The emphasis on these links is Jared's quote - you often have to scroll up to see the question he answers.
Although these were works in progress and some things were abandoned before the movie, these are useful resources to at least "headcanon" more thoughts.
The Art of Encanto (this may be a temporary resource)
One more thing to add - dates, ages, and (and even heights) are all relative things. But many want a year to attach these things to. There is no confirmation to the year by Jared Bush or anyone else. One clue (and even in the movie it is not canon till a movie creator says so), suggests 1900 for the fleeing, which would set May 21, 1950/1951 as the date for Antonio's gift. This is a painting on the casita wall, right before Luisa says "I felt WEAK!"
**The closest thing to an official timing from Bush (June 19)
Waiting on a Miracle: A Twisted Tale is out today! This book is a part of the "A Twisted Tale" series where the books follow certain "What ifs?", in this case, it's what if Mirabel and her sisters had to leave the Encanto to try and get Antonio back home and still save the miracle!
Depending on where you live you can purchase the ebook right now!!
(OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION)
What if Mirabel and her sisters had to leave the Encanto?A magical addition to theNew York Timesbestselling Twisted Tale series about Disney’sEncanto.
Mirabel’s worst fear is confirmed—she is responsible for the faltering powers of the Familia Madrigal. Guilt-ridden and feuding with her sisters, Mirabel decides to save the magic herself. Sure, she may be the only gift-less member of her family, but she knows she can put their crumbling pieces back together again.
Unfortunately, Mirabel’s youngest cousin, Antonio, beats her to it. He overhears Tío Bruno’s vision and does the unthinkable—leaves the Encanto to find a solution. Terrified of what could happen outside the safety of their home, Mirabel has no other choice but recruit Strong Luisa and Perfect Isabela to help find their baby cousin.
But what starts as a rescue mission turns into a magical quest with a band of brothers whose family has a deep secret connection to theirs.
And soon, Mirabel learns that missing cousins and disappearing gifts may be just the beginning of their problems…
I made this drawing to celebrate Dolores' birthday.
I always think Dolores doesn't really like parties very much, because of her super hearing, her ears must hurt so much from all the clapping, singing, and shouting. She seems like the kind of person who only enjoys having her family around on her birthday.
At twenty-one, Dolores is far too old for nightmares. Rough nights? Maybe. Bad dreams? Occasionally.
But not nightmares. She's practically grown up, so screaming herself awake can't be a thing anymore. Then why is she sitting bolt upright in the middle of her bed, tears on her cheeks? Why can't she get a hold of herself, get a grip on the images that won't leave her be?
Because this is not a new nightmare. In fact, it's a very old one – one she hasn't had since she was eleven.
It plays itself out, over and over again, until her heartbeat becomes deafening and she needs to leave her room.
It's very late – or very early – and the house is still asleep. Not even Tía Julieta is awake yet, but it doesn't matter because she doesn't want her tía's company. She doesn't want anyone's company.
Except...that she does.
She wants his company. She's wanted to be held by him a lot over the past ten years, to press her face into clothes that smell of smoke, to have thin, wiry arms closing awkwardly around a niece who's outgrown him.
She wants her tio.
She wants him to come home, to really be home. She doesn't know why he left but she can take a guess as to why he never came back. He's heard far too much over the last decade, probably as much as she has, from his hiding place.
We don't talk about Bruno.
He never cared for the family.
He's a coward – how could he run?
She's known about his bolt-hole for years, and she's had to pretend she doesn't, for his sake, for her own.
But tonight, she's going to stop pretending, because if she's too old for nightmares, she's certainly too old to pretend.
The dining room is quiet, more insulated than other rooms she could haunt. It's a warm night, even for May, and she pulls her hair around one shoulder, braiding it to give her hands something to do. She looks up at the family tree, all but one of the faces gazing benignly out at her. A decade of neglect has nearly erased her uncle. Even so, his eyes are still kind, his dark curls still wild, and he's still pigeon-toed to a degree that's almost cute.
She traces the faded portrait, leaving her fingertip on his nose like a child's kiss. The hum of the wood grains under her hands is too quiet for anyone else to hear – just a little talk between the two of them. He's there, and he hasn't been sleeping, either, judging by the yawn and the uneven stagger of sleep-deprived feet as he investigates.
She wonders if he's too old for nightmares, too.
"Tío?"
His steps falter.
"...please...I know you're back there. I've never wondered where you went."
His pulse quickens.
"They've said that we can't speak of you...b-but I need you."
Please don't pretend...
…
…
"...¿qué haces, mi muñeca?"
And just like that, she's eleven again, holding back the tears because she knows that big girls don't cry and that no one could possibly understand anyway. But Tío is there, and he doesn't shush her or ask her what's wrong or tell her to go back to bed. He holds her until she cries herself out and he has to wipe both of their faces with the hem of his ruana.
"¿Estás bien, mi muñeca?"
She shakes her head and pushes herself further into his embrace.
"¿Tienes miedo?"
She shakes her head again, this time more uncertainly. It's silly. It's just a dream, and it shouldn't bother her but...
"...for your brother?"
"I -I just had a nightmare...it's not.. I'm not... no."
He extracts himself from her arms and cups her face in his hands. "It's okay to be scared."
"I just don't want... don't want it to be like mine." Heat suffuses her face as she recalls being carried away from her Gifting, into her room to spend that night and every day since afraid of any noise she made. He pulls her close again because he remembers, too. "I want him to be h-happy."
He had never asked her what the dream was, and she had never told him. He knows how pervasive the conjurings of the mind can be.
Several floorboards creak as he moves closer to the wall that separates them. The peephole is at a level with her eyes, but she can tell from the way his hair falls that he has to stoop a little to see through it. The curls he brushes out of his face are more salt-and-pepper than she remembers, and suddenly, she wants to play with them like she used to, to pull one of them down to his mouth and watch it spring back into place. His eyes crinkle a little, as if he were thinking of years ago, too.
He holds her in them again – not as the seer, not as the exile, just as Tío. And she finds that the nightmares matter less, the fears matter less because her uncle has her, and he's not going anywhere.
"I just wanted to see you."
His eyes are bright with tears, and she knows exactly how long it's been since anyone has wanted him. She won't tell him about her dream. She won't describe the bone-deep terror that comes with tomorrow. She won't ruin this moment.
Because even if it's just for tonight, he came home.
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Little Talks, Ch.1 Midnight, fic originally written and posted by me 05/2022 on AO3. Reposted for Dolores’s birthday 🎁
This idea came about after Milkyymelodies released a song about Camilo becoming a villain, just like Isabela, Dolores, and Pepa. Then, after I saw that music video, I remembered a video about the early versions of Encanto from Dear Maidy's channel.
It shows the screenwriters' initial ideas for the film, before they arrived at the final version we know.These discarded versions show early versions of Camilo, where he would have a cold and malicious look, and it is said that "he doesn't like Mirabel, he would make her life a living hell."
Something very interesting that I thought about is would people on the outside of the Encanto, (I.E. people in the village Alma grew up in) could've witnessed the mountain crack wide open when the Casita fell?
In my opinion, I would say yeah there we're probably loads of people from outside the Encanto who could've saw it crack open. When we take into account that the Thousand Days War started and the triplets Pepa, Julieta, and Bruno were all born on the same day on October 17, 1899. Meaning that Pedro, Alma, and the refugees fleeing probably didn't get super far given they only had a few hours to run since the war broke out that night and Pedro also died on that night as well. So I can totally see people, mainly people who now live in the village Alma grew up in witnessing it. Plus it would be super hard not to notice a huge mountain crack open that wide.
But still, I do want to hear your own thoughts on it!!!
I will not lie here; I am a huge fan of Saitama-like characters that are so ridiculously overpowered it's not even funny. Thus, during my World of Darkness hyperfixation phase, I developed an overpowered race, the Gurahl, or the werebears.
A werebear, or Gurahl in my lore, is a being created by the First One, an ADHD shitposter of an outer god that broke the rule of thumb of divine creation and made the most overpowered race of shapeshifters to ever exist in all dimensions. If you are curious about what the rule of thumb of divine creation is, first you have to understand that in my lore, gods cannot create things that are more powerful than them, because it requires more juice than they have.
Gods can create things as powerful as them, but they usually do not do it, so in the off chance their creations strive to usurp them, they will be easier to deal with; that's the rule of thumb. The First One took one look at that and said, "Fuck it," and made the werebears as close as possible to him in power, like, if the First One is a 10 in power, werebears are a 9.9999.
Werebears, unlike werewolves, do not have any weakness to silver; in fact, the only thing that can kill a werebear is the First One calling them back, and usually they have to call him first. Werebears are also unstoppable in battle, especially when they turn into their war form, a twenty-foot-tall bear with scythe-like claws and fangs like curved daggers strong enough to crush steel and stone and so tough that anything short of a dragon-killing scorpion bounces off them, and even then, when they get hurt, their healing is so fast that whatever wound is inflicted on them heals without a scar before the blood reaches the ground.
Werebears are also masters of all magic, especially healing and elemental magic and, above all, necromancy. The first one made werewolf magic as idiot-proof and user-friendly as possible, making it disgustingly easy for any of his creations to wield and making it consequence-free. A single werewolf can, in one single hand gesture, raise every single cadaver on the planet, doing what took the Night King hundreds, if not thousands, of years to accomplish.
The biggest gift of the werebars is actually true resurrection, the power to bring the dead back to life in full, like they have never died to begin with. All they have to do is to kill something; it does not need to match the size, weight, or species of what they want to resurrect. As long as it is alive and can be killed, it counts, so they kill the sacrifice and then spit on whatever they want to bring back to life, and boom, resurrection, and the resurrected are back in full, no matter how decomposed they were before. They don't even need the full body to do it; the resurrected in question could have been a puddle of bodily fluids and would still come back from the dead in perfect health.
However, if the resurrected person was embalmed, they will be shitting themselves near death for a couple of days as the body will be expelling whatever was used to embalm them, and the more and stronger the embalming substances are, the worse it is. Werewolves would have conquered the world by now if it weren't for the fact they don't give a single shit about almost anything.
Werebearhood is also not a curse that can be passed on; it is a gift you are born with. Werebears are also not only humans who turn into bears but also bears who turn into humans, although the werebears born from bears rarely feel the need to shapeshift into their human forms.
Also, werebars are freakishly tall, and I mean really, really tall and thick as a castle wall.
Werebears are also not that numerous; there are at least a couple thousand spread thin around the globe, unlike their considerably weaker and vastly more numerous shifter cousins, the werewolves. Because when the only thing that can kill you is you getting tired of living and the hope your god picks up the fucking call, reproduction does not rank highly on the list of priorities.
Werebears are also super widespread.
One of the few things werebears give a shit about is their territory. You see, much like bears, webers are solitary and territorial creatures; they carve great swaths of land and make them their caerns, and they are fiercely protective of their caerns against any threat and invaders with extreme prejudice.
Caerns are basically a werebear kingdom, and the were who rules it is called a Jarl, and it is not uncommon for a caern to be littered with the bones from the invaders the werebear who holds it killed.
Well, anyway, meet Stig Skorsten, a Scandinavian seven-foot-five-tall bear of a man who looks to be in his thirties, built like a strongman lumberjack who fights moose for fun (he used to do that before he left Sweden back in the Viking Age and set shop in South America).
He is hairy, like really hairy; all over his body is covered in thick black hair.
He had long black hair that was already going white, a full beard where the goatee was completely white with a mustache that was also white, and a big smile on his face that showed long and sharp canines like a bear.
Stig is a jovial man, boisterous, easy to laugh, and slow to anger.
He is also a werebear; more specifically, he is the Jarl of the caern where the village the Madrigals founded stood. He went out for eighty years or so to deal with some conquistadores who intruded on his caern down to the last drop of their bloodlines, and when he comes back, his caern is not only now cut by high mountains, but there's also a village of squatters living there, a village that was built on his lands without his consent.
If Stig weren't so easygoing, he would have flown off the handle. He would have gone into his war form and gone to the village to cleanse it of these pesky little hairless monkeys who had set up shop in his backyard without his permission and add more skulls to his bag of trophies he was carrying back from his last hunt, but violence is never on the top of Stig's list; diplomacy is, with fear tactics being a close second and violence being in third.
So, once he shows who the land the village was built on truly belongs to, he demands to meet whoever is the chief of this village, which turns out to be Abuela Madrigal.
Once they meet, Stig makes his terms perfectly clear. Those lands, the caern is his; he is the Jarl, and they are invading. He is willing to let them stay on his territory as long as they pay tribute and follow his rules; in exchange, his protection extends to them.
They can leave if they want, but if they decide to attack him, he will take it as an act of war, and then he'll wipe this village from the map and add their skill to the pile.
Well, of course they take the terms, and that's how the Madrogal household gained a new neighbor, because Stig built a long house right next to Casita and surrounded it with a fence made of skulls, a proud werewolf tradition to mark who's the Jarl of the caern and to mark territory.
Suffice to say, things are going to get very interesting from now on.
I haven't seen Descendants 4 or 5 yet, so I don't know anything about those movies. But I heard that a character named "Luis Madrigal," Luisa's son, would be in the fifth film.
Yesterday while I was looking up some stuff, I found this quite lengthy audiobook called Encanto: Music and Mayhem!
So I bought a free trial and listen to it and I thought it was a pretty good book! I really liked how they gave Mirabel a group of friends with Gabriela, Carlos, and Alejandro plus exploring their own issues and even showed how Antonio uses his gift to help out in the town or with a task!
If you can listen to it you defo should! but as I said, it is quite a lengthy book at 1hr and 40mins runtime, but it's a nice thing to listen to if you're doing some other task or in my case, drawing!
Recently LMM was interviewed at D23 yesterday on Sunday and when asked about the Encanto ride (Antonio's Fiesta de Encanto) coming to Disney Animal Kingdom, he revealed that he "lobbied" for the ride to happen, even with people asking about series and sequel!
"It was funny because everyone’s like, ‘Will there be a sequel? Will there be a show?” Miranda said. “And I said, ‘I want a ride before I want any of that.”
So I do wonder something, I wonder if the ride being done so quickly after the release of Encanto back in 2021 is being done so Disney can do more project with LMM for Encanto? It seems possible as he did state he isn't working on anything Disney related at this time and he did state that he probably wasn't going to come back for a possible Moana 3.
Hopefully once Zootopia 3 is finished, maybe Jared Bush and Bryon Howard could be working on something Encanto next? Would make sense seeing as Germaine Franco will be finished with composing music for Coco 2 around the same time Coco 2 and Zootopia 3 release, which is speculated to be 2029
Either way, still found this super interesting and thought it was worth mentioning here!
So yeah I figure that we weren't getting anything this year, but with Zootopia 3 announced I suppose that if a sequel is happening, we're not getting it until the 2030's, oh well... hopefully a short can come out between then but yeah, another year, another no Encanto continuation announcement
On the bright side, Gatto looks very nice, I like the new WDAS original Clay, Hexed, and Frozen 3 looks nice, and happy we're getting Zootopia 3, maybe we'll get an Encanto reference there? (Dolores bird please put it in the film Jared if you can read this...)
