All Things Madrigal Sisters

Ao3: Female_Hercules Fanfic author and hobbyist cosplayer! Taking fanfic requests/Submissions open! Met Adassa 5/14/22 and Diane Guerrero 6/17/23!

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ENCANTO HEADCANONS:

- Luisa: https://www.tumblr.com/female-hercules/718593531263025152/luisa-madrigal-headcanons

Currently accepting requests for fanfics centered around the sisters.

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sisters! 🦋

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small cultural & Colombia/Latin related details from Encanto 🇨🇴

the flowers on Isabela’s dress and in her hair - 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)

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Gorgeous gorgeous gal

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Apology (an Encanto comic)

Part 2

Read Part 1 before you read this!

They apologized! Still got a lot to work on but hey no one said it was easy

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For @female-hercules, based on the prompt: “Mirabel and Isabela bicker over which of them is Luisa’s favorite sister. Since she's the favorite sister of both of them but they think that there can be only one; which makes them ask her…”

Twisted this a little to avoid the ending being really obvious and overdone. Here you go, hope you enjoy!

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All’s Fair In Love and Favouritism

“That’s not the point. History exists so we can take lesson from it, Isabela. See, in 1509—”

Whatever Mirabel was going to say was completely cut off by Isabela tossing carnation petals her way. Though Isabela’s usual target was someone’s mouth, she always aimed for Mirabel’s clothes. The girl would then spend several minutes picking each individual petal out of the embroidery, which brought an abrupt end to the would-be history lesson.

Isabela nodded, fully satisfied with herself.

Camilo snickered at the exchange, his mouth full of papaya, quickly swallowing as he caught sight of Dolores suddenly appearing through the doorway. The same way she always does when she hears something interesting and just can’t help but get involved.

“What are they arguing about?” She whispered.

“Favourite siblings or something like that. It sounds more like a school lesson than anything else though.”

As if she was the one with enhanced hearing, Mirabel turned away from her sister and instead to where Dolores had entered the room. To her credit, she had gotten quick with removing those petals.

“I am not arguing,” Mirabel said calmly. “I am merely trying to politely explain to Isabela that favouritism is wrong and should not be encouraged.”

“And I’m telling you how little I care.” Isabela grumbled into her hand.

“And they’ve been doing this for almost an hour. I had to refill my bowl twice, just to keep watching,” Camilo explained.

Mirabel sighed. “I didn’t want to get involved, Dolores, but someone needed to tell Isabela how she was wrong and you weren’t here.”

“Then actually have a fucking argument with me!” Isabela screeched. “I don’t want a history lesson on how favouritism affected the royal siblings of France in 13-whatever! That means nothing to me!”

Dolores shook her head, taking a seat beside the significantly calmer of her two cousins.

Admittedly, this was not a regular occurrence.

Isabela trying to start an argument? Oh no, that was common in La Casa Madrigal: she liked causing drama. But Mirabel getting involved? Not so much. The younger typically resigned to not voicing an opinion unless if it was something she knew tons about or cared deeply for - or could turn into a free history lesson.

Mirabel had retreated back to her book for the time being, while Camilo had offered Isabela his bowl of papayas as an invitation to calm down.

“Which one of your sisters do you like more then?” Dolores asked Isabela pointedly.

“Neither. I hate them both equally.” Isabela replied. Dolores raised an eyebrow.

“Luisa’s her favourite,” Camilo piped up. “She just doesn’t wanna admit it.”

“No! She was the favourite.” Isabela corrected. “But she threatened to kill my corpse flower this morning, so now she’s back on the loser side with Señorita Sabelotodo.”

“I see… and Mirabel, who is your favourite?” Dolores questioned.

“I no longer want to be part of this discussion.” Came the tiny reply from behind the pages. Then with a sigh, she gives in. “I love both my sisters - they are their own unique, individuals, who should not be compared to one another because we simply share parentage. Regardless, favouritism should not be encouraged. It negatively impacts the—”

“Yeah, thank you, sis,” Isabela said, cutting her younger sister off. She turned back to Dolores. “See what I have to deal with? It’s like living with a school teacher!”

Dolores rubbed her temple, holding a hand out to stop Isabela from ranting. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You don’t have a favourite currently and Mirabel is against favouritism so she doesn’t have one, then what on Earth are you two arguing about?”

“Nothing at the minute because—”

“Yes, yes, Mirabel has no backbone. I know, Isa. So what were you discussing? If it’s right to have favourite siblings?”

“And it is!” Isabela healed, just as Mirabel said, “It is not acceptable.”

With a huff, Isabela relented. “Back me up on this, primita. You have a favourite, right? Though you have way better options than I do. Who is your favourite brother?”

“Antonio.”

“Eh… That’s fair.”

“HEY!” Camilo exclaimed.

“This is what I mean,” Mirabel muttered. “It negatively—”

“Nobody asked you, textbook.” Camilo snapped, before turning his attention back to the older two.

The peaceful atmosphere of the morning had definitely been broken now.

Camilo was throwing wild accusations and insults at Dolores, who kept her hands firmly over her ears. While Isabela persisted in a new point of how annoying younger siblings were.

“Just get over it, Camilo, you’re not my favourite sibling. Why is that so surprising to you? All you do is find new ways to aggravate me.” Dolores said, eventually getting a word in edge ways. Then, clamping a hand over Isabela’s mouth for a moment, added, “And you aren’t right either. There’s nothing wrong with younger siblings.”

“Well, I know there’s nothing wrong with all younger siblings, but my sisters are the worst. I can’t pick one as a favourite because they are both so annoying. Lucky that they get to pick me as the favourite.” Isabela grumbled.

“You think you are the favourite sister of her?”

“Don’t be stupid, primita. Obviously I am—”

Isabela faltered for a moment. Dolores was grinning at her, that same mischievous smirk that complimented Camilo and Antonio when they were pranking people, but with all the not-so-subtle smugness of their mother.

Even Camilo had gone quiet, hiding his mouth behind his hands.

“I don’t have favourites for anything, except fabric and books. Nobody should have favourite people,” Mirabel answered, when Isabela turned expectantly to her.

She couldn’t argue with that, as a child Mirabel’s answer to which of her older sisters she preferred was always a claim of simply not having a favourite or liking them both equally. Even when Isabela was such a bitch to her in the past. Not that she could argue with Mirabel point blank.

So if Dolores hadn’t meant Mirabel…

“LUISA!”

When there was no reply from the next room, Isabela simply got up.

“This will be fun,” Dolores muttered, sharing a glance with Camilo, who snickered.

Mirabel gave an exasperated sigh. She hastily put her book down, sprinting after her sister. “Isa, Mama has told you countless times, you are not to be in the kitchen when Luisa is cooking. You cannot go in.”

“I can and will. I’m the eldest, I can do whatever I want.” Isabela retorted.

“The order of our birthdays is hardly an excuse for you to break the rules. Couldn’t you, just this one time, do the right thing? It’s just that.. maybe this is a not-so great idea and you shouldn’t bother Luisa with unnecessary questions. Why don’t we take a walk? It is a nice day—”

Isabela stopped walking, allowing the younger to catch up.

“Just spit it out, Mirabel.”

“Favouritism is wrong and can have consequences for both parties,” Mirabel eventually said. Realising where this was going, Isabela started walking again. “Wait, Isa! I promise I won’t use examples from history this time.”

Begrudgingly, Isabela took a step back, but didn’t turn back around. Mirabel took it as permission to continue.

“We are evidence of the consequences of favouritism, no? From Abuela? And that hurt us. Therefore, I think that…” she paused to take a deep breath, “It would be for the best if you let this go before things get out of hand.”

The older hummed, seemingly considering the idea. “You’re not wrong… but you aren’t great in an argument, so I’m not totally convinced. Besides, I’m competitive and now I need to prove Dolores wrong, so…” She continued walking into the kitchen.

Just as she expected, Luisa was still in the kitchen trying out some new recipe of brazo de reina that Tío Félix had insisted she try. The others had been watching earlier and even offered to help, but… Luisa tends to get insanely aggressive in the kitchen. It’s safer to wait until she’s finished cooking than to engage in conversation.

Bit this can’t wait. Besides, she can take Luisa.

“Luisa, my very dear hermana, how goes the new recipe?” Isabela asked.

Luisa snarled, not looking up from the bowl. “Leave before I break your arm like a rose stem.”

“Always fun chatting to you while you cook,” Isabela commented. Casita cleared a space for her on the counter and she hopped up to be closer to her sister. “I have a question.”

“Should you leave Colombia? Yes, brilliant idea. I’ll help clear out your cacti.”

“Come on, I haven’t even touched the bowl this time!”

Nobody had forgotten when Luisa was making cholado a couple of months ago and Isabela dared to touch the outside of the bowl to see how her sister would react. They were both banned from the kitchen for the next week by their mother.

The younger didn’t give a response. Just an annoyed grunt.

Taking the silence as tolerance, Isabela said, “It won’t take long. I just need your answer to prove Dolores wrong and then I’ll go.”

“You have a minute. What is it?” Luisa inquired, looking up at her sister for the first time since she entered the kitchen.

“Who is your favourite sis—”

“Mirabel.”

Isabela choked on her words.

“Y-you didn’t even let me finish,” she mumbled.

“Don’t need to hear it,” Luisa shrugged. “It’s a stupid question, I don’t really hide it. Honestly, for someone who claims to be such a know-it-all and doesn’t know that… anyways, have fun proving Dolores wrong. Now, get the hell out of my kitchen.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you proved her right.”

Luisa froze. Unblinking. Then, of all the possible reactions in the world, burst into hysterical laughter. “Wait, you thought you were my favourite sister? That’s hilarious, Bela!”

As Luisa kept laughing and teasing, Isabela’s mind was still processing. However, that small petty part of her didn’t just want to walk away without having the last laugh.

She was the eldest sister. She was the one in charge. And she really wasn’t going to have Luisa treat her like this. And she couldn’t really go back to Dolores with nothing to show for herself - Dolores won’t let her live it down.

If only there was someone who would tell Luisa off for playing favourites and not picking Isabela, instead picking that little, doe-eyed owl—

Bingo.

Without another word, Isabela dropped off the counter and left the kitchen. Luisa’s cackling still echoing along the corridors. She was promptly greeted with Camilo and Dolores’ giggling when she returned the room, but she tried her best to look unaffected.

“Sis!”

“Oh no, what have you done? It’s only been two minutes since you went into the kitchen.” Mirabel paled, lowering her book.

Isabela shook her head. “Not me this time. Luisa. She has done the most awful thing.”

“Oh God, is Casita broken?”

“What? No, Casita’s not broken, it’s okay,” Isabela said, taking Mirabel’s hand into her own. And then as dramatically as she could, she continued, “Luisa was just telling me about her favourite sisters. And how she thought Queen thingy of wherever was totally right to have favourites and ruin her children’s futures, setting them on the path of war. All because Hercules once said favouritism was good or something… I stopped listening, it was so unbearable.”

Any anxious thoughts left Mirabel instantly.

“I told her she shouldn’t take moral advice from Greek mythology,” Mirabel complained.

She retracted her hand and was instantly on her feet, gracefully storming towards the kitchen. Isabela smiled as she passed her cousins, gleefully following Mirabel out.

Now, if Isabela needed any proof that Luisa had a favourite, her reaction to Mirabel entering the kitchen was proof enough.

“Hermanita, come here, I haven’t seen you all day!” Luisa set down the bowl, holding out open arms. “Why don’t you come and read in here? I can clear a space for you and you could read to me while I finish up. Then we could have the first slice.”

Yeah, no. That was a completely different person to the one who had greeted Isabela less than five minutes ago.

“Oh, and why are you back here?” Luisa then asked, catching Isabela’s wide eyes.

Isabela waved her off. “No reason. Just act like I’m not even here.”

“I was going to do that anyways,” Luisa said. She turned her focus back to Mirabel, who was now on the other side of the counter and eying the mess in disgust. “Would you like a strawberry, Mirabel? I have got a few spare.”

“No, thank you. I need to talk to you.”

Luisa nodded. “Go on. I’m listening.”

“I…” Mirabel took a breath. “I think it is completely unacceptable for anyone to have favourite people, especially in terms of children and siblings. And, well, Isabela told me you have a favourite sister—”

“Yes, you.”

“Yes, me. Regardless, it can negatively…” Mirabel trailed off.

Isabela who had been sat, holding back laughter, waiting for just the right moment to let it out, turned around. Mirabel’s expression was unreadable, as though her impressively big brain had lost its train of thought and she couldn’t quite remember what exactly it was she was here for.

“Me?” Mirabel whispered, though Isabela was too far to hear.

Luisa nodded, seemingly just as unsure of where this was going as Isabela.

There was nothing for a moment.

Then a single tear rolled down Mirabel’s cheek. “I have never been anyone’s favourite anything before.”

Mirabel slowly broke down, crying a mix of both saddens and happiness. Luisa practically tore the dirty apron off herself, so that she could hug Mirabel without the latter getting worried about flour in her embroidery.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute,” Isabela exclaimed. “I get made to sit through a history lesson because I have a favourite sister, but Luisa just gets pass? That is not fair! That is biased! That is favouritism! That is…” Casita might as well have smacked Isabela in the face. “No. Fucking. Way. Luisa is your favourite.”

It felt like forever before someone spoke again.

Realistically, it couldn't have been that long because Mirabel was very quickly back peddling. “Only by a little, like a needle-sized difference. It doesn’t even count,” she hiccuped.

“What do you expect, Bela? You treated her like dirt under your foot for the past fifteen years.” Luisa scoffed, clearly enjoying this. “I’d be concerned if she didn’t naturally have a bias to me.”

Isabela couldn’t really argue with that.

“Fine,” she said, slipping off the counter. “We do this again in fifteen years, and then we’ll see who’s the favourite of who.”

“Deal!” Luisa grinned.

“Or maybe we could just enjoy each other’s company without playing favourites and getting competitive?” Mirabel said, but the other two weren’t paying attention.

When Isabela finally returned to the room, she expected a very smug Dolores and Camilo waiting. However, for better or worse, there was no sign of Camilo and Dolores was flicking through Mirabel’s book curiously.

“Where’s Camilo?” Isabela asked.

“He left to ask Antonio and our parents about their favourite siblings,” Dolores replied. Then she tilted her head, “Mama, Tía Julieta and Tío Bruno aren’t taking it well.”

She groaned, flopping down beside her cousin. “I guess you heard what happened?”

“I always do.”

“Ugh… I told you. Younger siblings are just the worst. I hate all of them. They are all just pests.”

“You better not mean that.”

“Why?” She spat.

Dolores scoffed. “Because, for some reason that I will never understand or forgive, God decided that you should be twenty-four days older than me.”

“Wait,” Isabela said. “You think you’re my favourite sister?”

“I consider you to be mine. You and Mirabel never limited the discussion to biological siblings only.”

Isabela sat baffled for a moment. Why hadn’t she thought of that? She was touched by the sentiment and it was true - their relationship had been on a downward spiral because of the whole Mariano thing, but time had naturally healed it. And now, they were as close as they were before either had siblings, they had just never said it out loud before.

She pulled Dolores into a hug, which Dolores gratefully returned.

“You’re mine too,” Isabela smiled. Then added, mischievously, “Now, how should we go about proving we’ve got a better sister bond than Luisa and Mirabel?”

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“Was Hercules ever like ‘Yo I don’t wanna fight Cerberus-,?”

[female-hercules]

Luisa Madrigal headcanons

Her middle name is Valentina

Her bed is soft, lightweight, bouncy and unbreakable

She often lets her sisters and cousins jump on it (and occasionally jumps on it herself)

Occasionally found reading

A section of her room is reserved for her large collection of stuffed animals

Loves collecting stuffed animals

Another, larger, section of her room is an entire amusement park

Really good at telling stories

Hates scary stories

Is still as scared of the dark as she was as a child

Has a preference for mythology and romance stories

Her favorite plush to sleep with is the Uni-Donkey Mirabel made her

She tends to oversleep a lot post canon

Is the only one of Julieta’s kids allowed in the kitchen

Loves playing games that involve her gift when she and her sisters spend time together. It’s one of her favorite pastimes

Her favorite color is bright pink

Loves messing with her family by switching their furniture around

Daydreamer

Uses her gift for very extremely ridiculous reasons sometimes (on request from Isabela and Mirabel of course)

Tries to be gentle when throwing her sisters up in the air (mostly when they were young)

Has to convince Mirabel to exercise with her once a week for an hour to keep her hermanita from spending all of her time in her room sewing

Often gives her sisters and primos piggyback rides

Likes pretending she’s Hercules

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Give it to your sister, it doesn’t hurt, and see if she can handle every family burden. Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks.

LUISA MADRIGAL  Encanto (2021) | dir. Bryan Howard & Jared Bush

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madrigal sisters outfit swap as prompted by @ramblingsandteacups!

 mirabel is going to fall on her face in about 0.5 seconds

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Look at these children.

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Isabela and Luisa hugging Mirabel! 🫂❤️

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Whose hand is this?

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repost because this template looks better 😭

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Not me playing Disney Magic Kingdoms just to see this happening:

These pictures were obviously taken at separate times 🙃

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Little Encanto Details (From The Books, Not The Movie)

Note: I don’t know if the two books I read are considered entirely canon, so take all of this with a grain of salt. I read the Encanto Deluxe Junior Novel and Encanto: A Tale of Three Sisters to find these little things. (Now has a part 2 here!)

• Bruno’s room has a picture/sculpture of him with the eyes scratched out.

• Señora Guzmán is Mariano’s abuela, not his mother, and she has a reputation for being very proper.

• Isabela actually broke Mariano’s nose during the proposal.

• Bruno carries a gilded case of matches in his ruana (and the book actually called it a ruana!)

• I’m slightly unclear on this one, but the junior novelization seems to imply that Bruno’s gift can be physically painful for him to use.

• Pedro was a shopkeeper when he met Alma.

• Pedro could sew.

• The candle is Pedro and Alma’s wedding candle.

• Dolores ends up marrying Mariano.

• Mirabel eventually gets a door, which the whole family has decorated with something that reflects them.

• Mirabel owns and can play an accordion.

• The horsemen were apparently bandits.

• Isabela secretly wishes that her gift was more useful.

• Mariano often sent presents- chocolates, trinkets, and bouquets of flowers- to Isabela before he proposed.

• Pepa sometimes worries about the fact that Antonio doesn’t talk very much.

• Everyone loves Luisa’s hugs.

• Isabela made Luisa a flower crown to wear when she had her Gift ceremony.

• Antonio used to hate baths.

• Antonio has a river dolphin in his room.

• The candle never melts or drips, as well as never going out.

• Isabela doesn’t like messy foods, in case she spills them on her dress.

• Abuela’s room is very basic, not like the magical ones.

• Luisa’s room has weights, pulleys, ropes, and bars in it.

• Luisa likes hummingbirds.

• The townspeople refer to Abuela as “Doña Alma.”

• Camilo loves playing football with Casita. (Note: football in Colombia is what Americans call soccer.)

• Antonio has a box full of seashells.

• Julieta has a favorite hat that has peacock feathers on it.

• The fish lady’s name is Señora Osma. (Maybe Pezmuerto is her last name?) Update: Señora Osma/Ozma is actually the lady who asked Luisa to reroute the river. The fish lady is Señora Pezmuerto.

• Camilo often shows up at meals as someone besides himself.

• Bruno’s ruana is three sizes too big.

• Antonio used to have nightmares, and Mirabel would sit on the edge of his bed and put her hand on his arm to calm him down.

• Antonio can be a tiny bit scary- Bruno asks in Antonio’s room if the jaguar is going to eat him, and Antonio’s reply is a shrug and “not today.”

• Bruno doesn’t wash his underwear. (Update: this has been confirmed to be a joke.)

• Antonio likes to catch and release butterflies.

• Isabela thinks Mirabel is Agustín’s favorite.

• Félix can get fed up with Camilo’s shapeshifting into him- he’s described as looking “ready to box Camilo’s ears” in one scene.

• Isabela’s room has fireflies in it.

• Isabela doesn’t like to have anything in her room out of order.

• Luisa is afraid of the dark.

• Abuela used to call Pedro “Pedrito.”

• Camilo doesn’t like it when Pepa and Félix get mushy in front of him.

• Antonio pretends to feed the stuffed jaguar Mirabel gave him.

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Little Encanto Details From The Books, Part 2!

I was blown away by the response to my first post about this! (Read the first part here!) I went back through the two books and wrote down every tiny thing I could find. I think I won’t have any more until Disney releases a new book about Encanto, which hopefully they’ll do soon!

• Pepa and Agustín call Mirabel “Mira.”

• Bruno, if not the rest of the family, is Catholic (he crosses himself when meeting Antonio’s jaguar.)

• Abuela is considered the heart of the Encanto.

• Casita grows and expands to fit all the family members.

• Agustín and Félix are very close and are constantly talking.

• Isabela sometimes thinks it would be nice if she didn’t have a gift.

• While they’re both twenty-two, Isabela is older than Dolores.

• Antonio snores.

• The last time Abuela hugged Mirabel was before her failed Gift ceremony.

• The roof is Mirabel’s favorite spot in Casita.

• Casita likes being touched.

• Agustín is a pianist.

• Isabela always carries a handkerchief.

• After Luisa got her gift, she spent the rest of the night doing tricks with it for the townspeople.

• Luisa doesn’t care what she wears as long as it’s comfortable.

• Isabela drinks café con leche.

• Luisa’s ears turn red when she’s embarrassed.

• The man who told Luisa that the donkeys got out is named Señor Rendon, and he’s described as “sometimes careless.”

• Three other townspeople are named Señora Ruiz, Señora Flores, and Señora Uriarte.

• Luisa never took naps before the events of the movie, believing that “nighttime is for sleeping, daytime is for getting things done.”

• Casita is very gentle when playing with the younger Madrigals.

• Isabela never gets in trouble.

• Isabela thinks Mirabel and Camilo are too old for toys.

• Abuela and Señora Guzmán have a somewhat tense relationship- described as a “battle of politeness.”

• Mirabel’s palms sweat when she’s worried.

• Luisa loves bright colors.

• Mirabel sneezes around things like sand or dust. Or salt.

• Félix rarely worries about anything.

• Isabela has a pond in her room filled with water lilies.

• Camilo and Pepa are both able to pick up and carry Antonio. Antonio especially likes to ride on Pepa’s shoulders.

• Isabela never wears her shoes on her bed.

• Luisa has panic attacks.

• While Isabela doesn’t love Mariano, she does hope to marry someday.

• Abuela secretly thinks Mirabel is a lot like Pedro was.

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Sleepy Madrigals