Case Study 3: Bruno is bad at introductions.
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I have a headcanon, that whenever newcomers come to the Encanto the Madrigal’s have a diplomatic spiel they run through. Bruno having no idea how to bring up magic to Elena, decides his family would be best at explaining it.
Character note. And Elena is being honest when she says she is not nervous, she's great with people. Usually...
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Also, this:
I see bruno going through the effort of making a little wheelchair for his little friend
Oh, he absolutely would! 💚 I imagine the type of wheelchair that supports the back legs, so the rat can still scamper around on its own.
He’d make even more accessible ramps and everything, too. 🐀
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I love my little rat girl.
WIP of a fanfic I'm working on that's part of my 'inspired by WAACH' series on ao3, WAACH is by @glitternightingale 🥰🥰
For context: this is abt my Encanto rat ocs. Written as if you were like Antonio and could hear them talk.
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“I’m sorry!- I’m just pregnant with your litter, waiting for more stuffing for my nest- and you're playing dress up with the potato girl!? I know you’re new to this, Fernando but this is unacceptable! Do you care about these babies, or not?”
“Mi vida- of course I do! More than anything! lo siento! I swear, I’m so so sorry, I-"
He paused- the constricting fabric of the dress he was wearing, overtaking his attention. A thought then came to him-
Quickly, pinkish-beige claws fumbled at the clasp, fighting hard to pry the garment off of him. Maria stared, Lip twitching upward in frustrated confusion, showing clear as day: her two missing teeth and the peculiar sharpened ones that sat beside the empty spaces. The reasons why Bruno still fed her by hand- not even mentioning how her food needed to be cut into small pieces, lest she choke to death.
Black eyes squinting as nails began to dig into her arms, she groaned.
“Why are you spluttering, Fernando?”
Pattering away, unable to hold her gaze with him any longer, she seethed- haggard breaths folded her over the unfinished nest, the pain in stomach doubled tenfold; the mint-ish green of her eye sockets glistened- this hurt too much to bare and Fernando was only making things worse!
Why, he's the idiot that got her into this mess in the first place! Romancing her, making her let her guard down-had she completely forgotten about what happened last time? It might not seem like it but this wasn't her first rodeo with love-
She saw red-
“What is it now?!”
“Here!”
Despite better judgement. Maria turned at the odd response. Her mate was almost concealed by the pink fabric of the dress in his hands; only once she steadied herself against her nest did she properly see him: he was back to normal- just about- standing, or rather, kneeling before her while presenting the dress to her, like it was a gift. Maria looked at his hopeful eyes. She was the smart one of their duo but when it came to physical connections between her people, she was dumb; she raised an eyebrow, confused yet again.
Fernando caught on and laughed sheepishly. He still needed to remember that Maria was... Socially inept - don't tell her he said that though.
Still bracing herself against her nest and holding a paw to her belly, she listened as he elaborated:
“For you, my love! I know you like the softer fabrics, so- why not use this for our bed? Not to wear! After all, you look glorious without it!”
If she could blush she would have. With wide and expressionless eyes, she slowly reached and took the dress, saying not a word, even when she spun on her heal to rip the cloth up, making sure it was dispersed correctly around her nest.
But she was never good with positive feelings- minus, with mamá Bruno, of course. Maria liked to consider herself more human than rat, that's why she became partly disconnected from the mischief, choosing to only form a bond with him and her babies. Leading her to become this infamous, ominous, vengeful God type-thing in their colony. Luckily Fernando liked that in a woman.
Anyway - she wasn't good at carrying conversations accordingly either, so, instead she mumbled:
“Our bed, is it?”
Fernando bit his lip with his generous front teeth, “If... if you’ll have me...?”
“We’ll see now, won’t we?”
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