Don’t underestimate me! I can be sexy if I want to, just ask Miguel-

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…What’s that? Oh, was that too much?

My very first animation! ⭐️⭐️⭐️ This took me nearly a week to put together, from drawing and coloring each frame to trimming and synchronizing the audio as best I could. The latter comes from a Youtube video of Bruno's voice actor John Leguizamo hosting "The Daily Show", mixed with a clip of "Songbird" by Kenny G.

Miguel: Oh! I didn't expect my picture to be taken.

Hola everyone! Long time no see.

Ah, don't mind me! Just looking for a good book to read.

I'm also wondering if I should get a coffee or an espresso, too...

Week 4 of OC-tober: Share the Love!

Yes I know this is half a month late, but this piece is huge and I wanted to do all the OC's featured justice. It's not everyone, and I'm sorry I couldn't squeeze in every OC that participated in this event, but I did as many as I could! @encanto-extended-edition

Featured OCs:

Does a building count? Because Welcome to the Café de Libros! The combined coffeeshop, bookshop, and bibliotheca of the Encanto in my fic, Among the Emeralds

Characters:

In the window: @meepxii's Itzel Fontana

Peeking through the blinds: @sionnaach's Javi Rivera

Holding Javi's arm: @seanettlles Milo Castaño

Admiring the hung embroidery in the corner: @lunathekahuna 's Sonia Ibarra-Mendéz

Warping above the door: @justaturtleindisguise 's Amelia Madrigal

Being yoinked by Amelia: My animal OC, Chacha the Fuertes' Parrot

At the far table: @redcookies-bestcookies Diego Orozco Murillo and Lulo,

@luciernagadelencanto's Nina (and a goat), and @encantoisawesome's Greenie the duck

At the corner bookshelf: @unskilled-dabbler's Edith

At the near table: @seanettlles Gildardo (Gil) Castaño, (Milo's dad)

@aeshnalacrymosa 's Aya, (Áurea) Lombroso @inthishousewestanspiderpunk 's Nadja Demetriou

Rubbing his neck: @coolunclebruno's Miguel Herrero

Reading: @sharknadoslutt's Nayelli Ramos

Laughing at the story: Instagram UrsaKursa's Efi (Ophelia)

Trying not to laugh: Instagram ossuritaart's Diana

Vibing behind both: @overly-dramatic-artist's Angela Moreno

Giggling in the corner in green: @noellemadrigal Noelle

Giggling in the corner in pink: Twitter @UnorthodoxTexan's Karina

Poking her head in, loaded with books: @neon-green-eyes' Fifi

Staring into space and smiling: @elliee-doodles 's Armida Peréz Madrigal

Sewing at the counter: Instagram lord_madmyth's Núria Delgado

Behind her: @dororoxpenana's Marìa Garcia

Chatting with Marìa: @egofan4evr's Conney

Repairing a watch beside Conney: @justaturtleindisguise 's Érika Madrigal

Laughing and showing off her shoes in the blue ruana: @encantoisawesome's Elisa, Greenie's owner

Listening to Elisa: Instagrams @iahammie's Adelita Madrigal

Behind the counter comparing cups: @inthishousewestanspiderpunk 's Ariadne (Ari)

Behind the counter getting shoved and laughing: @prophetic-hijinks' Elena Ruiz

Behind the counter, doing the shoving and failing spectacularly to run the madhouse show, my own OC, Elena Pascual!

Oh, you captured a really nice picture of me and Miguel! You can't see it, but we're holding hands as well.

Miguel said we could feed each other our elotes, but I said no! No way am I going to share MY elote.

((coming out of college hibernation to scream abt HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH))

Bruno enjoying elotes with his boyfriend Miguel, who is the OC of @coolunclebruno

Week one of @encanto-extended-edition;

Please welcome; the new and improved Miguel Herrero! (I decided to delete the original introductory post cause I wasn't satisfied with it.

Pronouns: He/Him

Age during movie: 51

Eye Color: Hazel Brown

Hair Color: Black with silver streaks

Height: 5'6

Occupation: Ceramicist/Potter

Miguel is a very extroverted and friendly, yet sensitive soul. He's always willing to lend a hand to whoever is in need, and can start a conversation with just about anyone and is good at listening. However, he has a tendency to take things to heart.

3 interesting facts about Miguel are;

He loves chickens and even has a chicken coop in his backyard.

He is horribly afraid of spiders.

He cut off the tip of his finger in a carpentry accident.

Rough Bio underneath cut!

Miguel’s father, Alejandro, died when Miguel was five, leaving his mother, Michelle, to raise him, his brother, Vicente and his sister, Fatima. Miguel doesn’t remember his father much, but his mother took good care of him and his siblings. 

Miguel’s brother, Vicente, was a hard-working and ambitious young man, and was also Miguel’s best friend. Unfortunately, while out on a hunting trip, his family received a vision from Bruno foretelling his death, and he would die after falling from his horse entering back into the Encanto, at the age of 24. Miguel’s family was devastated, and Miguel harbored a deep resentment and hatred for Bruno for some time, before something happened that made him see the seer very differently. Soon, the two would unexpectedly become good friends, Miguel teaching the man to let go a little, and Bruno teaching Miguel how to appreciate quiet and solitude. 

In his mid-thirties, Miguel would become an apprentice for Hugo Aguinaldo, one of the best ceramicists/potters in the Encanto. Hugo would teach Miguel everything he knew, and would treat him like a son. He was even the first person Miguel would come out to. When Aguinaldo passed away, Miguel was heartbroken, but would be forever grateful to the man. 

Miguel is very happy to have Bruno back, but with his return, comes some new feelings to bubble to the surface…

Art belongs to my friend Jay on twitter, @overly-dramatic-artist and lord_madmyth on insta! Thank you guys so much!

BIG NEWS!

Hello everyone! I have some big news! I have given Miguel a complete makeover, I've changed his personality, appearance, his backstory, etc.!

Now you're probably wondering why I did that. I wasn't satisfied with how I had characterized him, and I had grown bored of his design.

So! without further ado, here is the brand new Miguel Herrero!

These were done by my bestie Jay, you can find him on tumblr and on twitter!

Now, onto his new bio!

Miguel was born in 1899 in an unnamed Colombian village to Diego Alejandro Herrero and Michelle Ordóñez. He was their second child, their first child and Miguel’s older brother being Vicente, who was 5 when Miguel was born. Miguel was two years old when his family fled along with Alma and the rest of the future residents of Encanto. When he was 8 years old, one year after the Madrigal triplets got their gifts, his younger sister, Fatima, was born. When Miguel was 19, his family received a prophecy from Bruno, a prophecy that foretold their eldest son would die in an accident. Vicente was on a hunting trip with friends at this time, so they had no choice but to wait in fear for news of his death. However, Vicente did not die on the trip, but instead would tragically die coming back into the Encanto, after his horse got spooked and kicked him off, causing him to land head first on a sharp rock, killing him instantly, at the age of 24. Miguel’s family was devastated, and Miguel, for some time, blamed Bruno for Vicente’s death, and hated him for it. Four years after Vicente’s death, Miguel would get into an altercation with Bruno, where after drunkenly berating Bruno for his brother’s death. Bruno, in a fit of anger, pushed him down, then tearfully explained how he had no control over the future and ran off. Miguel pondered this information for some time, before apologizing to Bruno for his misdirected anger. Though they did not immediately reconcile after that, they eventually became good friends. When Miguel was in his early 30’s, he realized he was gay, but did not tell anyone immediately.  He would have several relationships with multiple men, with one of them being none other than Osvaldo Ortiz. Around this time, Miguel was beginning to take interest in ceramics and pottery, and would become the apprentice of Hugo Aguinaldo, who taught him everything he knew about working with clay. Miguel looked up to Aguinaldo, seeing him as a father figure, and he was the first person Miguel would disclose his sexuality to. Miguel was heartbroken when Aguinaldo died, but would always be grateful for what the man teached him. He would also develop a love for chickens and would build a chicken coop behind his house, where he kept 5 chickens. When Bruno disappeared, Miguel was confused and saddened by his disappearance. Despite the town sentiment towards Bruno, he would always defend Bruno's name whenever it was brought up. When Bruno came back, Miguel was shocked to discover he had been living in the walls, but was still happy to have him back.

I hope you guys like the new Miguel!

H-hi guys! Now I know what you’re thinking, what in the heck is Bruno wearing?

Well, the thing is, I got this to show, uh, Miguel, and I didn’t know who to go to to see if this looked good. I can’t go to my nieces and nephews, and I don’t want to go to my sisters, I’m not looking to get teased.

So what do you guys think?

Hey guys! I decided to put my hair up into a bun today, it’s too humid out for me to have it down!

What do you guys think of it?

I gave him a croissant, so he’s managed to calm down a little now!

Hey I’m back! How are you feeling-

Oh! I see you were watching a movie, and a pretty good one at that! What did you think of-

Oh.

Oh boy.

Hey I’m back! How are you doing-

Oh! I see you were watching a movie, and a pretty good one at that! What did you think of-

Oh.

Oh boy.

RATS!! ON BOARDS WITH WHEELS! Oh, I can't wait to make these for my little rats, they are going to look so cool!

Let’s get RATICAL 🐀🛹 Prints + stickers available on my patreon this month! ✨

Bruno Dabbles in Self Pleasure (E)

Bruno's Polishing His Blue Banisters (1534 words) by singingbasketball Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Original Male Character(s), Miguel Herrero Additional Tags: Gay Bruno Madrigal, Male Solo, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Anal Fingering Series: Part 3 of Te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo! Summary: Bruno has a hard time falling asleep because he can only think about his best friend, Miguel.

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Bruno couldn’t sleep.

It was roughly midnight. Everyone in Casita, everyone in the Encanto for that matter, was asleep, but here was Bruno, tossing and turning.

How could he sleep, when all he could think of was his friend, Miguel?

Today he went over to Miguel’s home and helped him in his garden on what was a considerably hot day, but he really didn’t mind helping him. After all, what are friends for?

…He did have a hard time keeping his eyes from wandering over to Miguel, though.

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Hey everyone! I’ve been reading a lot lately, especially these things called “comic books.” I’m reading this one called “Hellboy.”

And I mean…

I can see the appeal…I mean, I have Miguel and he’s very handsome but…wow…

...Guh huh huh huuuuuuh Ilikehimalot...

I think Miguel would agree...

Heyo guys!

Since my friend made a post about it, I figured I should make a separate post of it as well that could hopefully grab the attention of more of you out there. Especially since it's now not only become a recurrent issue for myself, but millions others like me; whose voices and pleas for help are often met with silence and no aid when it's needed more than ever.

My friend made this with the hopes it would get the attention of a lot of people. And the few that have so far responded, with boosting my signal, it's truly appreciated.

So, I figured I'd best give my story here.

For those who know me, they know that I've been through this before, not that long ago. For those that don't:

This isn't my first rodeo with my dad. This isn't his first offense, and I doubt it'll be his last. But, even my boyfriend commented that it's really like I'm Cinderella.

Which, would make my family Lady Tremaine and her daughters, Anastasia and Drizella.

Surprised?

Yeah, not the most fun people to have in your life as family, let alone be analogous to your own.

But, for at least my brother on the matter, he doesn't mean to intentionally be cruel- if anything, he is just trying to survive from becoming the next target. Which, I get entirely. I oftentimes do the same for when a fight breaks out between my bio father and my stepmom.

But, that's besides the point-- the fact that they are even akin to that family dynamic is absolutely atrocious.

I'm often seen as a black sheep in my nuclear family- a dark horse, a scapegoat, pariah, outcast; hell, I'm almost synonymous to fucking Bruno Madrigal from Encanto, with a little bit of even Luisa for that matter with how bad her anxiety is.

Sure, that sounds pretty awful, but that's like, a surface-level perspective of who I am and what I've been through. And I'm not gonna give you my whole life story here, but, as my grandma would always famously say:

So, here are the said facts (bullets are Bruno related, indents are Cinderella)-

People used to see me as a gifted child when I was little, y'know? Like, my talents had no bounds. My way of being so empathetic and friendly to even the most awkward stranger was renowned by my extended family. I was awkward with communication, and often was very blunt but honest when talking to people, but I was a happy kid. And it's not like I'm not seen for my talents now, but they're brushed to the side more now as an adult because "you can't be living in a fantasy".

Since my dad and stepmom started living together, I've been made to become the maid of the house, doing most chores because the boys won't do it and my stepmom is incapable of handling all the chores and dishes on her own, so she's dumped most things onto me as a "way of covering for part of your rent". Which, I still have to pay upwards of 660-880 a month for. For one small room and a bathroom. For wifi use. And I still have other bills to pay, like for my car, insurance, credit cards, and stuff like that.

It wasn't until I was starting in my teens that my dad saw me very differently. I would often lie to try and keep the peace, because I feared that telling the truth would only hurt everyone more.

I started failing in math; I never got a grade higher than a C-average after sixth grade, because the teacher that year not only made me look like an idiot, but several times painted me as a villain and treated me like I was evil. Simply for standing up for myself amongst a group of classmates who would often bully me

I have little to no privacy in my own room. The only time I do is when I sleep, and that's even temporary at best. My father will routinely inspect my room and if it's not meeting his standards, he has me clean it or threatens kicking me out onto the street because he won't let me live in this house if I can't "do what I am required to do in order to keep living here" shit I wish I actually wish I had recorded him saying fr

He's taken off my door several times in the past as a punishment for not "adhering to his rules"- not okay as a teenager, even more not okay as a fucking twenty-four year old adult

(literal screenshots from conversations with my dad below)

My bio dad started seeing me less as an honest and good person, because during my sixth grade years and beyond I'd struggle with being honest with myself, let alone my parents, about my personal and educational issues.

I've had to be the one to call out when things aren't right, and be shut down for it. I've been the one to call out my family's bullshit, only to get side-swept with the realization my perception of how they treat me is cuz they do believe something is inherently wrong with me for retaliating.

I'm often accused of mishearing things- like, my parents will say one thing, and then the next day, or weeks or months later, when I repeat that statement, they go and say "Oh, I never said that."

I've walked out of my parents' lives once. It only lasted two weeks, but I did have to take a step back from it all. Because I could see what it was doing to everyone in my family. And I love my family, despite their shit. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna walk out again- in fact, I'm working on a way to do so.

I relate more to pets and small children and even teens than I do older people.

I still have anxieties and fears over my talents and what I'm capable of, thinking I'm not good enough or that it's just the same old thing. The difference is I know it's not, and I know I'm worth more than this.

I have always liked the color green, and it was always a more mysterious color more than an evil or menacing color.

I often have had foresight of future events and get deja by when they do happen. Though, other times I just notice things going awry and I try to warn others of like, a possibility that they don't want to accept.

I lost friends and people who I actually enjoyed being around because of how I was growing up, and it was until I became an adult that part of it wasn't even my fault. A lot of the kids noticed my parents and didn't want to be around that kind of behavior with adults, because they could sense what I couldn't at the time, which was that my parents' behavior towards me was absolutely uncalled for, and rather controlling.

I was only recently properly diagnosed; but before then, as an adult, I had more difficulty talking. Difficulty expressing how I felt. Trouble with finances. Being in the right headspace. Being able to take a step back and be like "whoa, now hold on- pointing fingers at me is only going to point three right back at you, let's not assume shit here". And it took a lot of support from my support systems and my bf- @constant-state-of-self-discovery - to get a truly more accurate diagnosis. Cuz I've had three different diagnoses over the years, with the third being my most accurate one but I digress

I have echolalia and repeat funny phrases, hum music, etc.

When my brother was born - and I hate to use this comparison, but - almost immediately he became the Golden Child of the family dynamic. I was ten when he was born- and yeah, that's unfair for a baby, toddler, and little kid. But flash forward to when he's a bigger kid, when he's in his pre-teen stage and now a fourteen year old, who's gotten more educational advantages than I was ever offered or even given when asked. Who has had more positive experiences with his parents than I ever did. Who got the chance to actually go to the highschool he wanted to without having to worry about who I was really zoned for. Who is getting to work on his passion and talents. Yeah, that's totally not favoritism there.

I draw. I write. I legitimately can see myself voice acting one day.

I have often proved my family members both right and wrong about things in their lives, but I'm still the bad guy. Interesting how that works.

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See, these are the facts that just have me relating to just Bruno and Cinderella alone, with how my life is. There's plenty of other shit to add on about my stuff, but that's enough dirty laundry to get the ball rolling.

The fact of the matter is this: I cannot live in such a place like this anymore. And if anyone can help, I'd seriously appreciate whatever cash, boosting, reblogging, sharing that can be done.

I'm tired of living a life like this. I want to move forward. I want to start my next chapter, away from abuse.

And I'm really hopeful for the first time ever that something good might come out of this.

(thank you @savythenillerwaffer , @nystiaa , @oswinunknown , and @anne-of-crows for reblogging along with the others who have spread the word.)

Hey guys, uh…a little help, por favor?

I got stuck in this bag when I tried looking in it for arepas…

Hmmm hm hm du de dum….

Huh?

Oh! Hey everyone! I found this weird room in the casita, everything’s super big!

How’s everything going for everyone?

OooOooOOoo I am a eldritch black cube OOooOoOoOo

AHHH NO AN ELDRITCH BLACK CUBE NO-

Wait hang on-

An "Eld-ritch black cube"? The heck does that mean? And how are you talking? I mean, I'm assuming the "eldritch" whatever it is, has something to do with that? What a strange word, "eldritch", it sounds like a word from one of the books I read, I wonder if it is-

Wait, hang on, rambling, my apologies. The point is, what are you?

make this man play a metal gear game. he might enjoy it.

Metal...gear? I'm afraid you're gonna have to elaborate on what that is Mr Sunglasses Guy, I don't know of any games that involve metal gear.

Honestly, it sounds kind of dangerous, if you ask me. Not something that kids should be playing.