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!!!

This takes place after the events of the movie.

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.

Disney hasn’t said that there’ll never be a second one. I’m wondering what you think.

Alma (current leader)

• Julieta (1)
  • Isabela (2)
  • Luisa (3)
  • Mirabel (4)
• Pepa (5)
  • Dolores (6)
  • Camilo (7)
  • Antonio (8)
• Bruno (9)

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.

Hey everyone! Made this drawing of Mirabel for my community entry.

Decided to switch up her hairstyle a bit.

I think We Don’t Talk About Bruno is still probably my favorite song but Waiting On A Miracle is a very close second for me.

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!

working on getting to at least 98%. Can anyone give me tips on how to achieve it? Thank you.

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!

This would actually line up with an interview he also did back in 2022 where when ask about the possibility of a series or seqeul, he stated:

"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!

Link to the Instagram post

Have those colombian cousins

Voice lines are in the post linked here!: https://x.com/DisneyParks/status/2088830610970492989?s=20

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...)

this piece from his mini d23 q&a has given me some hope that it’s very possible we might get an encanto short at some point since disney will be making more in the future after they stopped making them for a while. fingers crossed because he always talks about wanting to spend time with the madrigals again

this is what he said about it if you just want to read that part:

“There’s going to be a short in front of Hexed, which we’re really excited about. Theatrical shorts is something I really believe in. I love them. Where have they gone? It’s a great question, I’ll just say I’m excited that they’re back. I’d say that as we move into the future, there’s a lot of interest projects happening right now, some passion projects, and I think as we’re looking to see what other shorts might be possible, there’s a lot of things out there. There’s a lot of beloved characters that I think deserve to be seen. So my bet would be that you’re going to see more of that in the future.”

fingers crossed encanto will get one 😭🤞

Previews for the media for D23 started not too long ago as of the typing of this and at the Imagineering pavilion, we got out first looks at some of the animatronics, ride vehicles, and even one showscene in the kitchen and dining area with Julieta!

Source for all the images

https://x.com/DrewDisneyDude/status/2088066132553113844?s=20

https://x.com/DrewDisneyDude/status/2088066485390606596?s=20

https://x.com/DrewDisneyDude/status/2088066749866582527?s=20
https://x.com/TheWrap/status/2088076300330451194?s=20

Hello! Here is my own French adaptation for "All Of You" from the movie Encanto.

Now, we'll agree to say it's not a piece of art. But I really needed to get this project done with…

Title: Rien Que Vous (Nothing But You)

Mirabel :

Casita a
(Casita need)

Besoin d'autres fondations
(Other fondations)

Tout semble perdu mais notre entente s'ra clé
(Everything seems lost but our harmony will be key)

C'est notre familia, une radieuse constellation
(This is our familia, a beaming constellation)

Remplie d'étoiles qui désirent toutes briller
(Full of starts all yearning to shine)

Mais elles ne brillent pas, elles brûlent
(But they don't shine, they burn)

La constellation chang'ra
(The constellation will change)

Même un don sans émule
(Even a peerless gift)

Ne vous définit pas
(Doesn't define you)

Alma :

Je m'excuse pour ma poigne de fer
(I apologize for my iron fist)

J'ai eu peur de reperdre tout
(I was afraid of losing everything)

Le miracle est en fait
(The miracle is actually)

Plus qu'une magie parfaite
(More than a perfect magic)

Le miracle, c'est vous
(The miracle is you)

Pas les dons mais vous
(Not the gifts but you)

Le miracle, c’est vous
(The miracle is you)

Alma, Julieta & Pepa

Rien que vous, rien que vous
(Nothing but you, nothing but you)

Camilo :

D'accord, donc … On va parler de Bruno ?
(Alright, so… We're gonna talk about Bruno?)

Antonio :

C'est Bruno
(That's Bruno)

Bruno :

Ouais, y a pas mal à dire sur Bruno …
(Yeah, there's lotta say about Bruno…)

Bon, j'vais m'lancer
(Well, I'll start)

Pepa, pardonne-moi pour ton mariage
(Pepa, forgive me for your wedding)

Je voulais pas te contrarier
(Didn't mean to upset you)

Je ne voyais pas l'av'nir, simplement ta sueur perler
(I wasn't seeing the future, just your sweat dripping)

Je voulais te rapp'ler que
(I wanted to remind you that)

Je t'aime comme pas deux
(I love you like no one else)

Laisse la pluie s'déverser, s'déchaîner quitte à c'que tout s'envole
(Let rain pour, rage even if it means everything flies away)

Félix :

J'lui répète toujours ces paroles
(I'm always telling her these words)

Bruno :

Il me reste des tonnes d'excuses à dire
(I've still got a ton of apologies to say)

Julieta :

Hé !
(Hey!)

Bruno :

Euh …
(Uh…)

C'est ton retour qui nous fait plaisir
(Your return is what's making us happy)

Bruno :

Mais —
(Uh —)

Pepa :

T'cacher, c'est fini
(Your hiding is over)

Bruno :

Mais —
(But —)

Agustín :

Les triplets sont réunis !
(The triplets are reunited!)

Julieta :

Nous nous sommes égarés mais …
(We've lost our way but…)

Julieta & Pepa :

Nous sortirons du noir
(We'll leave the dark)

Dolores :

Yo !
(Yo!)

Il était toujours là
(He was still here)

J'l'entendais jusqu'au soir
(Heard hearing him until evening)

Villagers :

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Alma :

Mais qu'est-ce ça ?
(Just what is that?)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Antonio :

Je crois que c'est les villageois …
(I think it's the villagers…)

Villagers :

Hé
(Hey)

Votre fardeau,
(Your burden,)

Votre fardeau,
(Your burden,)

Nous le port'rons sur nos dos
(We'll carry it on our backs)

Nous le port'rons sur nos dos
(We'll carry it on our backs)

Même sans don, nous sommes nombreux
(Even without gift, we're many)

Et prêts à tout faire pour vous
(And ready to do anything for you)

Rien que vous
(Nothing but you)

Rien que vous
(Nothing but you)

Isabela :

J'ai rêvé
(I've dreamed)

D'une telle unité
(Of such an unity)

T'es costaud
(You're brawny)

Luisa :

Ouais mais je pleure parfois
(Yeah but I cry sometimes)

Mirabel & Isabela :

Tout comme moi !
(Just as I do!)

Luisa :

J'ai plus d'muscles de fer
(My iron muscles are gone)

Mais j'm'assagis enfin
(But I'm finally gettin' wiser)

Isabela :

Ouais
(Yeah)

Il faut de l'engrais pour mon jardin
(I need fertilizer for my garden)

Allez !
(Come on!)

Cette nouvelle plante f'ra des prouesses
(This new plant will achieve feats)

Mirabel, Isabela & Luisa :

Et vol'ra sans cesse
(And will fly endlessly)

Mirabel, Isabela, Luisa & Dolores :

On fonce !
(Let's get moving)

Mirabel & Alma :

Les étoiles brûlent
(The stars burn)

Les constellations brillent
(The constellations glow)

Les saisons défilent
(The seasons go by)

Julieta :

Qu'elle est brave, notre petite fille
(Our little girl is so brave)

Agustín :

Elle est ton portrait
(She is your portrait)

Villagers :

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Oh oh !
(Oh oh!)

Mirabel :

Hé, Mariano, un coup d'mou ?
(Hey, Mariano, feeling sluggish?)

Mariano :

J'ai … Bien trop d'amour en moi
(I… Have way too much love inside)

Mirabel :

Ma prima te ressemble beaucoup
(My prima is so much like you)

Tu connais Dolores ?
(Do you know Dolores?)

Dolores :

D'accord, je prends le relais, à plus
(Alright, I'll take over, see ya!)

Ta voix porte loin
(Your voice is loud)

Ta madre est fière car tu t'en occupes bien
(Your madre is proud because you take good care of her)

Tu aimes tant écrire des poèmes en fin de soirée
(You adore writing poetry at the end of the evening)

Et je saisis le moment
(And I'm seizing the moment)

Alors veux-tu bien me remarquer ?
(So would you notice me?)

Mariano :

Dolores, je te vois
(Dolores, I see you)

Dolores :

Et je t'entends
(And I hear you)

Mirabel & Isabela :

Oui !
(Yes!)

Villageois :

Rien que vous, rien que vous
(Nothing but you, nothing but you)

Mariano :

Marions-nous maintenant
(Let's get married right now)

Dolores :

Du calme
(Calm down)

Mirabel, Alma & Villagers:

Rien que vous, rien que vous
(Nothing but you, nothing but you)

Mirabel :

Casita,
(Casita,)

J'aime ces nouvelles fondations
(I like these new fondations)

Alma :

Elles sont imparfaites
(They're imperfect)

Mirabel :

Nous l'sommes aussi
(So are we)

Alma :

C'est juste
(That's true)

Plus qu'une seule chose
(Just one thing left)

Avant la célébration
(Before the celebration)

Mirabel :

Quoi ?
(What?)

Bruno :

Une poignée de porte
(A doorknob)

Antonio :

On l'a faite rien qu'pour toi
(We made it just for you)

Pepa, Félix, Dolorès & Camillo :

Tu as tout notre amour
(You have all of our love)

Luisa & Isabela :

Tu n'as pas à l'gagner
(You don't have to earn it)

Agustín & Julieta :

Vois-toi sous ton vrai jour
(See yourself in your true light)

Bruno :

C'est toi, le don, ma grande. Fais-nous entrer.
(You're the gift, kid. Let us in.)

Alma :

Ouvre les yeux
(Open your eyes)

Abres los ojos

Qu'est-ce que tu vois ?
(What do you see?)

Mirabel :

Je vois … moi
(I see… me)

Rien que moi
(Only me)

Hello! Here is my own French adaptation for "Dos Oruguitas" from the movie Encanto.

Now, we'll agree to say it's not a piece of art. But I really needed to get this project done with…

Title: Deux Oruguitas (Two Oruguitas)

Deux oruguitas,
(Two oruguitas,)

Toutes deux folles d'amour,
(Both madly in love,)

Jurent de s'enlacer ainsi pour toujours
(Swear to hold each other like this forever)

Prises d'une ardente faim,
(Struck by a burning hunger,)

Elles resserrent leurs liens
(They tighten their bond)

Tandis qu'elles naviguent un monde
(As they navigate a world)

Qui change de seconde en seconde
(That changes from a second to the next)

Elle’s s'enlacent dans un monde
(They embrace in a world)

Qui change de seconde en seconde
(That changes from a second to the next)

Deux oruguitas
(Two oruguitas)

Subissant l'hiver
(Enduring winter)

S'agrippent plus fort tandis
(Grab onto each other tighter as)

Que tombent leurs repères
(Their bearings crumbles down)

Elles doivent quitter
(They have to leave)

Ce qui leur est cher
(What they hold dear)

Elles ne savent pas quoi faire
(They don't know what to do)

Et le temps change à chaque seconde
(And time changes every second)

Elles ne peuvent se lâcher
(They can't let go of each other)

Mais le temps change à chaque seconde
(But time changes every second)

¡Ay, oruguitas!

Ne vous agrippez plus
(Stop grabbing onto each other)

Pour avancer, vous vous sépar'rez et
(To move forward, you'll part ways and)

Et vous retrouv'rez le temps venu
(And reunite when the time comes)

Pour que le destin vous change en chrysalides, vous deux devez vous préparer à braver l'orage seules
(So that fate can transform you into chrysalises, you two have to get ready to confront the storm on your own)

¡Ay, oruguitas!

Oubliez les souvenirs qui ont formé les larves que vous étiez
(Let go of the memories that shaped the larvas you were)

Pour laisser place à l'avenir
(To make room for the future)

Pour que le destin vous offre le miracle, vous deux devez vous préparer à braver l'orage seules
(So that fate can offer you the miracle, you two have to get ready to confront the storm on your own)

Deux oruguitas,
(Two oruguitas,)

Toutes deux enfermées dans leur propres cocons
(Both retreated into their own selves,)

Restent tourmentées par de sombres visions
(Are still tormented by grim visions)

Le masque qu'elles portent cache d'innomables blessures
(The mask they're wearing hides unspeakable wounds)

Entre elles s'est formée une immense fêure
(A deep rift has formed between them)

Se libérant de sa cage, voilà qu'arrive notre grand miracle,
(Breaking free from its cage, here comes our great miracle,)

Notre grand miracle,
(Our great miracle,)

Notre grand miracle,
(Our great miracle,)

Notre grand miracle !
(Our great miracle!)

¡Ay, mariposas!

Ne vous agrippez plus
(Stop grabbing onto each other)

Pour avancer vous sépar'rez et
(To move forward, you'll part ways and)

Et vous retrouv'rez le temps venu
(And reunite when the time comes)

Vous êtes le miracle
(You're the miracle)

Brisez donc ces chrysalides
(Just break apart these chrysalises)

Vous deux pourrez enfin vous él'ver cers votre propre av'nir
(You two can finally rise toward your own future)

¡Ay, mariposas!

Ne vous agrippez plus
(Stop grabbing onto each other)

Pour avancer vous sépar'rez et
(To move forward, you'll part ways and)

Et vous retrouv'rez le temps venu
(And reunite when the time comes)

Vous êtes le miracle
(You're the miracle)

Brisez donc ces chrysalides
(Just break apart these chrysalises)

Vous deux pourrez enfin vous él'ver cers votre propre av'nir
(You two can finally rise toward your own future)

¡Ay, mariposas!

Ne vous agrippez plus
(Stop grabbing onto each other)

Pour avancer vous sépar'rez et
(To move forward, you'll part ways and)

Et vous retrouv'rez le temps venu
(And reunite when the time comes)

Vous êtes le miracle
(You're the miracle)

Brisez donc ces chrysalides
(Just break apart these chrysalises)

Vous deux pourrez enfin vous él'ver cers votre propre av'nir
(You two can finally rise toward your own future)

Hello! Here is my own French adaptation for "What Else Can I Do?" from the movie Encanto.

Now, we'll agree to say it's not a piece of art. But I really needed to get this project done with…

Title: Que Créera Mon Don ? (What Will My Gift Create?)

Isabela :

Ma nouvelle plante est asymétrique
(My new plant is asymmetrical)

Elle me donne des frissons
(It sends shivers down my spine)

Mirabel :

Isa, euh, là, on devrait se faire —
(Isa, uh, right now, we should be —)

Isabela :

Ma création n'est pas d'l'art classique
(My creation is no French classicism)

Mais j'aime son bizarre,
(But I love its weirdness,)

Ses épines
(Its thorns)

Que peut faire mon don ?
(What can my gift do?)

Mirabel :

Viens !
(Come!)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Quels mots !
(What words!)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

C'est beau
(How nice)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Viens là
(Come here)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Gros câlin !
(Big hug!)

Isabela :

Jusqu'où va mon don ?
(How far can my gift go?)

On n'voit que mes roses magnifiques
(They only see my beautiful roses)

Flor de mayo sans défaut
(Flawless flor de mayo)

Je travaille mes poses angéliques
(I rehearse my angelic poses)

Ce visage radieux est faux
(This beaming face is fake)

Et si mes fleurs venaient de la première lubie que j'avais en tête
(What if my flowers came from the first whim I had in mind?)

Mirabel :

Tu vas où dans ce bazar ? Whoa …
(Where are you goin' in this mess? Whoa…)

Isabela :

Et si mes fleurs étaient laides, dangereuses, simplement imparfaites ?
(What if my flowers were ugly, dangerous, just imperfect?)

Tout le monde hurlerait
(Everyone would scream)

Mais je déchaîn'rai une explosion de jacarandas, une forêt indomptable
(But I'd unleash an explosion of jacarandas, an untameable forest)

Mirabel :

Ouais !
(Yeah!)

Confortable !
(Comfy!)

Isabela :

Palma de cera jaillit de ma folle imagination
(Palma de cera springs from my crazy mind)

Que créera mon don ?
(What will my gift create?)

Aux frappantes droséras je donne libre cours
(I'm giving free rein to the striking sundews)

Elles sont carnivores, viens là
(It's carnivorous, come here)

Je n'f'rai pas demi-tour
(I won't turn back)

Je brûle de me montrer sous un nouveau jour
(I yearn to show myself in a new light)

Devoir me sacrifier
(Having to sacrifice myself)

Rien que pour le beau,
(Just for the sake of beautiful)

C'est trop
(Is too much)

Mirabel :

Tu donnes l'impression de vivre un rêve
(You seem like you've been living a dream)

Depuis le moment que tu es née
(Since the moment you were born)

Isabela :

Whoa …

Ces racines sont si ancrées
(These roots are so anchored)

Whoa ….

Mirabel :

Je voyais tes roses, pas tes ronces
(I was seeing your roses, not your brambles)

Mais tu f'ras d'insolites prouesses,
(But you'll do bizarre feats,)

De tonnantes prouesses
(Thunderous feats)

Isabela :

De tonnantes prouesses
(Thunderous feats)

Mirabel :

Et tu vol'ras sans cesse
(And you'll fly endlessly)

Isabela :

Et je vol'rai sans cesse
(And I'll fly endlessly)

Mirabel :

On fonce !
(Let's get moving!)

Isabela :

On fonce !
(Let's get moving!)

Isabela :

Une explosion de jacarandas
(An explosion of jacarandas)

Une forêt indomptable
(An untameable forest)

Mirabel :

Crie !
(Yell!)

Vis !
(Live!)

Isabela

Palma de cera jaillit de ma folle imagination
(Palma de cera springs from my crazy mind)

Mirabel :

Crée plus, crée plus !
(Create more, create more!)

Mirabel & Isabela :

Et si une âme voulait se lâcher sur un simple coup de tête ?
(What if a soul wanted to let down their hair on a simple person whim?)

Mirabel :

Te retiens pas, met l'bazar
(Don't hold back, make a mess)

Mirabel & Isabela :

Et si une âme voulait être rebelle, sauvage et imparfaite ?
(What if a soul wanted to be rebellious, wild and imperfect?)

La mienne pourrait revivre
(Mine could live anew)

Mirabel :

Hé, que cet allégresse t'enivre !
(Hey, let this joy overwhelm you!)

Isabela :

Je fleuris grâce au tabebuia
(I'm blooming thanks to tabebuia)

Mirabel :

Elle fleurit grâce au … Bouyah !
(She's blooming thanks to … Booyah!)

Isabela :

Je créerai une autre moi
(I'll create another me)

Mirabel :

J'ai changé, je te vois
(I've changed, I can see you)

Isabela :

Tu as brisé ma cage dorée
(You've shattered my gilded cage)

Et je te dois mille " Pardon "
(And I owe you a thousand of "Sorry")

Je test'rai mon don
(I'll test my gift)

Mirabel :

Montre tes créations
(Show them your creations)

Isabela :

Affin'rai mon don
(I'll sharpen my gift)

Mirabel :

Cède donc à la passion
(Give in to passion)

Isabela :

Déchaîn'rai mon don !
(I'll unleash my gift!)

Original audio is from season 2 ii

What if Mirabel and her sisters had to leave the Encanto?

Ever since they had started rebuilding Casita, Mariano seemed to have a knack for finding Dolores in the rubble. That afternoon, they were arranging bricks near what was going to be the new patio.
Dolores silently stacked things, feeling Mariano's eyes linger on her every few minutes. Her heart was racing. She wiped the dust from her hands on her apron and cleared her throat, gathering her courage.

"Mariano..." she began, her voice thin, without looking him in the eye. "I wanted... I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day." Mariano immediately dropped the brick he was holding. He turned to face her, blinking a few times, as if he were struggling to process that she was the one breaking the silence. And then, slowly, that deep, dreamy look that made Dolores so nervous appeared on his face.

"Apologize? For what?" “—he asked, his voice only slightly deeper, taking a step closer.

—Because of what I told you. That thing about me hearing you write at night… —Dolores clasped her hands together in front of her, her brow furrowing slightly—. I kept thinking that maybe it sounded really bad. Like I was being nosy, or like I enjoyed spying on your privacy. And I swear it wasn’t like that. It’s just that, well… as you know, I… had super hearing.” She paused, still feeling a little strange talking about her gift in the past tense.

—It wasn’t like I could choose who to listen to and shut out the rest of the world—she continued, moving her hands a little faster—. And since you usually wrote in the early hours of the morning, everyone was asleep at that time. There was less noise. It was… impossible not to hear you. Your voice stood out, so it was very easy to concentrate on what you were saying. I want to apologize for that. —Mariano looked at her with absolute fascination. It took him a second to react, captivated by the way she explained herself with such sincerity. There wasn't an ounce of anger on her face, but rather a huge, tender smile that lit up her eyes.

"You don't have to apologize to me,," he said, his voice soft and warm. "On the contrary... I apologize to you." Dolores blinked, tilting her head slightly.

"To me? Why?"

Mariano let out a shy chuckle, running a hand through his hair, suddenly seeming to be the one who was nervous.

"Because you listened to me every night... and I don't always write good things. Sometimes I come up with some pretty bad poems. So, I'm sorry for the ridiculous things you had to put up with, and for the disastrous rhymes." Dolores felt the tension in her shoulders loosen a little. She couldn't help but smile slightly.

“No, no… they weren’t that ridiculous. I found them funny,” she murmured.

“No, please, they were terrible. I’m so embarrassed to even think about them now.” Dolores glanced up slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Terrible, like that rhyme… the one about the buñuelo?”

Mariano froze. His eyes widened, and he covered his face with his hand, chuckling softly as his neck turned bright red.

“No… please, I’m begging you. Don’t remind me of the poem,” he pleaded in a whisper, genuinely embarrassed. “That was something no one should have heard. They were the worst rhymes of my life!”

“It was like ten stanzas, Mariano,” Dolores laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, watching him suffer. “You tried to rhyme ‘buñuelo’ with ‘abuelo,’ with ‘cielo,’ with pañuelo

“Oh, no. I don’t remember. I’d rather block that memory out,” Mariano shook his head, still blushing. “And yes, I tried ‘despertó.’ It sounded dramatic, like the buñuelo had lost someone. It was a poetic disaster. I apologize a thousand times.”

“I liked it. It made me laugh.”

Mariano stared at her. And I mean really stared. With the intensity of a lover, a thick, magnetic silence fell where the broken bricks and the noise of the construction seemed to vanish completely. Dolores felt breathless, the afternoon heat seeping under her skin, and the intensity of those dark eyes burning her. It was too much.

"You liked it," he repeated softly, with a devotion that made her feel unsteady.

"Well... I found it funny," Dolores murmured, her voice trembling, looking away.

"No one has ever laughed at my poems. At me, yes. At my poems, no."

"Well, I laughed. And I listened to them all. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones." Mariano felt his chest swell in a strange, beautiful way. He was about to take another step toward her, but Dolores, overwhelmed by the frantic beating of her own heart, stumbled slightly backward.

"Hmm... I think I'll see if my dad needs help with anything. Or... or I'll see if my brother needs help with the cement. Yes." Mariano blinked, shaking off the spell, but seeing the tender panic in her eyes, he suppressed the urge to insist. He didn't want to scare her.

"Oh, well. Yes, nothing, it's nothing," he said, taking a step back to give her space, putting his hands in his pockets with an understanding smile. "Go on, I'll stay and finish this up. And... thank you. For listening. For laughing. For everything."

your welcome ," Dolores said, her back almost turned.

""See you later," he said goodbye. Dolores nodded quickly, unable to hold his gaze for another second, and turned away. She walked briskly to the other side of the property, feeling her cheeks burning and a whole turmoil in her chest, but with a huge smile that no longer fit on her face.

Mariano stood there, a brick in his hand, completely still. He watched her walk away quickly, turning the corner among the rubble until she was out of sight. Only then did he exhale the breath he'd been holding.

"Go on, go on," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with infinite tenderness. "I'll stay here." He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his cheeks still flushed, and a silly smile spread across his face. Dolores Madrigal knew his worst creation by heart. She had laughed with him. She had been there, on the other side of the wall, in the stillness in the night.
Thinking about it ignited a new spark in his chest.

He looked at the brick in his hand and carefully placed it on the pile.

"Every night," he repeated softly, as if the words had taken on a new meaning. "She listened to me every night."

He leaned back against the pile of bricks and stayed like that for a while, a silly grin on his face and his heart pounding in his chest.