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editswhite · 6 months
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BRUNO MADRIGAL ICONS♡
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zeustya · 1 year
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big4andfriends · 2 months
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Aro, ace, and aroace icons of some disney characters for you all! (plus a bonus alastor)
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poppysplace-edits · 2 years
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aroace bruno madrigal icons for @blasianyaomomo, ftu with credit!
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Encanto icons for the soul
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(tried to match the songs with the scenes)
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mmollymercury · 1 year
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I made encanto icons based on my gay headcanons again because todays been a rough day
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🌸🌵Isabela🏳️‍🌈: ✨lesbian✨
⏳🐁Bruno🌈: ✨aroace✨
💅😈Camilo🏳️‍🌈: ✨non binary✨
Reblog + credit if you decide to use any of these💕
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saintlopezlov3r · 2 years
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Bruno Madrigal🐀
Encanto
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biographydivider · 2 years
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Princesa Bruno is, surely, the best Bruno.
I tried to stay away. But the idea of Bruno in a tiara (plus a slightly flirtier chapter of Nettle & Daisy to come) drew me back in. Bruno is tired of being set up with his ex-girlfriend who thinks he can kill fish with his mind. Luckily, his sobrinas - and a bag of makeup - are close by to help out...
Bruno had done a lot of things wrong in his life. But, apparently, the worst of his crimes was getting into his mid-thirties without having a big wedding and popping out a few more little miracles for the community. Hence, Señora Pezmuerto’s latest visit to La Casita. With Ozma.               He stared into the wardrobe in his vision cave – really, just a hollowed-out wall where the sand couldn’t get to – the brand-new ruana that Mamá had bought for the occasion staring right back at him. “You want Ozma to see you at your best, don’t you?” she’d said, shooting him a pointed look. And that had been his moment; the moment to tell her that he didn’t want Ozma and she very, very much didn’t want him. That he wasn’t a kid anymore and she needed to get over this dumb, romanticised idea that –               “I mean. I mean, it doesn’t really…Mamá, me and Ozma…”               The next thing he knew, his Mamá’s hand was cupping his cheek. “You look so much like your Papa, mi vida.” Her eyes were filled with this…this softness that Bruno barely ever got to see. She smiled, squeezing his cheek beneath her fingers, and Bruno felt is resolve weaken, just a little. Just enough. “He would want to see you happily married. With children by your side. And Ozma is intelligent and beautiful, with a good family behind her – a perfect match for the family.”               “But Mamá…”               “Go get changed. And brush your hair.” Mamá ruffled his curls, tutting. “You’re growing it so long these days, Brunito. It isn’t tidy.”               Bruno groaned, pulling the ruana down from its shelf and slipping it over his head. Ozma and Bruno had a…complicated past. She’d had this inexplicable crush on him all through their childhoods, which Bruno had regarded with a sort of detached confusion. Then, when he got a little older and realised girls were kinda interesting, he and Ozma had, um, let’s call it ‘dated.’ Off and on. Enough that the family took notice. Then The Fish Incident happened.               She’d been grieving. He knew that. He knew what it was like to lose a pet; he had rats, after all. They don’t exactly live forever. But in the middle of her tears, Ozma had told Bruno that it was his fault Triton had died, because of the vision he gave her. And he’d lost his temper. Told her that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. She knew that wasn’t how visions worked, and he was sick – sick! – of being blamed for stuff that wasn’t his fault. But she stuck by it. Told the whole town. So now, they barely talked. But Mamá wasn’t buying that; she was convinced that his and Ozma’s grand love story was only one dinner party away. Because, in the Encanto, the only thing stopping True Love must be that there weren’t enough social functions thrown at the problem.               “Tio Bruno? Tio, it’s us!”               Bruno started as three tiny sets of feet pounded up the stone steps to his vision cave. He couldn’t even manage them without feeling like he was dying. Oh, to be young again.               Little Isabela, Dolores and Luisa burst into his cave, out of breath but giggling at each other in their pretty party dresses. The three oldest Madrigal grandkids had formed a little pack, these days, since Mirabel and Camilo came along. Luisa seemed thrilled to not be considered The Baby anymore, getting to tag along with Dolores and Isabela instead of sticking close to her (very preoccupied) Mamá. She was clutching something in her hand – some sort of bag? Bruno couldn’t keep track of all the toys these kids had.               “Hey, girls,” Bruno sighed, straightening out the ruana with a flick of his hands. “You been sent to get me?”               “Mm-hmm,” Isabela nodded. “Abuela says we need to make sure you brush your hair.”               I’m thirty-five years old and the six-year-old gets sent to check up on me. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mamá. “Well,” he said, spinning around on his tiptoes, arms outstretched, “how do I look? Dashing, I hope.”               Isabela and Dolores looked at each other. “Um…you look…” Isa began, her politest smile plastered over her face.               “You’re very…” Dolores offered, reaching out for her tio’s hand.               “I like your old one better, Tio Bruno.” Luisa went into his wardrobe and pulled out his old, faithful, beloved, barely-fit-for-purpose ruana that he wore day to day. “That one is too small!”               It was true. The new ruana was a better fit. Actually showed off that he had, y’know, a torso. But Bruno liked his old one because it was so huge. It was comfy. “I know, Luisa,” he said, taking it from her and folding it up again. “But your Abuela got this one made special for me. S-so I gotta wear it.”               His newly-anointed second-littlest sobrina pouted. “Thas’ no fair.”               You’re telling me.               Isabela nudged her side with a smile. “Luisa, tell him what we brought.”               Luisa instantly brightened, pushing the bag in her hand up into Bruno’s face. “We brought some stuff to make you feel pretty, Tio Bruno! Look, look!”               Bruno took the bag from her and undid the clasp. Inside there was…               “Makeup?” Bruno asked, taking a lipstick between his fingers and turning it this way and that sceptically.               “Abuela said you need to be pr…pr-presentable for tonight,” Dolores said, picking her way carefully over the big word. “And when we asked what that meant, she said you have to look nice for Señorita Ozma.”                “And then I remembered Tia Pepa gave us some makeup to play with!” Isabela grinned. She had a gap in her teeth where a baby tooth had fallen out last week. She was adorable. “So we brought it up here so we can help.”               “Ah. Um, girls,” Bruno said gently, putting the lipstick away and handing the bag back to Isabela. “That’s…th-that’s a really sweet thought. But I don’t think Abuela would like it if…”               “Bruno!”               Bruno winced as his mother’s voice floated up to him. Hundreds of steps, and yet he could still hear every word she said. This house truly was magic. “I want you downstairs and ready to welcome the Pezmuertos in ten minutes.”               “Yes, Mamá,” Bruno said through gritted teeth.               “Are you wearing the new ruana?”               “Yes, Mamá.”               “And tie your hair back. Tonight must go perfectly, and I will not be embarrassed in front of our neighbours.”               It shouldn’t sting. Not after all this time. But it did. That was almost the worst bit; feeling stupid that it hurt. Bruno’s right hand slipped around to grip his left arm, pads of his fingers digging into the new fabric. So, those were his options; embarrass the family, or get engaged to someone who thought he could kill fish with his mind. Great choices.               Dolores’ hand reached up to unpick his grip around his bicep. “Tio?”               Bruno blinked, looking down at his sobrinas. They were all looking up at him with these big, innocent eyes, but there was a flicker of something in their expression that he recognised from their parents – especially Pepa and Julieta. They were worried about him. They were six and four years old, and they were already worried about Crazy Tio Bruno.               After a long moment, he squatted down to their level. “Y’hear that, girls?” Bruno asked, hugging Dolores close. “We’ve still got ten minutes.”               He sat on the ground with a thump, closed his eyes, and braced himself. “Prettify me.” ... “…Yes, Señora Madrigal; I’m incredibly proud of this year’s breeding program. The Cardinal Tetra will be ready to release into the ornamental pond by next week, and they’ll just be the perfect addition to…”               Are we seriously going to talk about fish all night? Bruno made a face, and Isabela smacked his hand gently. “You’ll smear it,” she whispered.               “Okay, sorry, sorry.”               “Ah, here comes Bruno now. Looking after his sobrinas, I’ve no doubt. He’s so good with the children – which is useful to know, I think…”               “Yes, well; Ozma’s always wanted to have a family. And, as we all know, time waits for no-one – isn’t that right, Ozma? You’re turning thirty-three this year, after all.”               “Yes, Mamá.”               “I’m sure after dinner there will be ample opportunity to…talk…about…”               As Bruno entered the dining room and the girls clambered into their seats, Mamá’s face became a terrible, glorious dawning of horror. Across the table from her, Agustin and Felix simultaneously started to choke on their food, pounding on their chests and shaking each other’s knees in repressed glee. Pepa looked as if she were about to start a hurricane. Julieta just rolled her eyes and left the table. Bruno tucked his hair behind one ear (showing off the clip-on earring of a bright pink flower) and drank it all in.               The girls had done an excellent job. His mouth was a garish, bright red smear of lipstick. His eyes were ringed in purple shadow – Luisa had come at him with an eyeliner stick, but he persuaded her to go in with powder and a brush instead, for the sake of his eyeballs. Isa had drawn a smiley face on his cheek with the eyeliner, instead. Perched in his hair (neatly brushed and tied back with a green ribbon; Bruno was all for malicious compliance) was a sparkly tiara that Luisa had dashed back to the nursery to retrieve, borrowed from her favourite doll. For once in his life, Bruno Madrigal had every set of eyes on him, and it felt absolutely amazing.               He took his seat next to Ozma, nodding politely. “Sorry we’re late,” he said. “Ooh, arepas! Thanks, Juli.”               “Um,” Ozma began, shooting her mother a look. “Um, Bru—I mean, Señor Madrigal…”               “Please,” Bruno said, kicking Agustin under the table to stop him sputtering and giving Ozma his most charming, fakest smile, “Señor Madrigal was my father. Call me Princesa Brunita Elena Glitter-Pants The Fifth.”               Mama’s face darkened. The girls lit up, grinning at each other and squealing. They’d all come up with the name together. Pepa shushed Dolores sharply, and she pretended to focus on her plate for about ten seconds before she started giggling again. Her father wasn’t exactly helping matters; Félix’s shoulders were shaking like he was having a fit. Ozma turned away and focused on her wine glass, drinking deeply. Bruno shrugged, popping an arepa into his mouth. Mamá shot him a venomous look, then returned as best she could to her conversation with Señora Pezmuerto, chatting about this or that event coming up in the Encanto social calendar. But no-one was concentrating anymore, then the babies stated to cry, and the dinner fell apart soon after that, much to Mamá’s chagrin. The girls were sent to bed without dessert, and Bruno was expected to walk Ozma home. Without washing his face first. He supposed that was the beginning of his penance.               “You,” Ozma hissed, taking her hat from the wall hanger and shoving it onto her head, “are an immature, disrespectful idiot.”               “Mmyeh. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” Bruno said under his breath, adjusting his tiara, wine glass still in hand.               “It was the same when we were kids. You never –”               “Y-you know José? From church? He’s gonna ask you to go for a walk with him next Sunday. Take him up on it. You’ll thank me.”               Ozma blinked, all the anger dropping away for a moment. “Oh. Oh, Bruno, that’s…you didn’t have to…”               “Well, hey, a-a vision ruined this,” Bruno said, taking a last sip of wine and admiring the lipstick stain he left on the glass. “A vision can fix it. A bit.”               Ozma smiled, and he saw some of that eighteen-year-old kid he’d cared about all those years ago. He did kinda miss her, he had to admit. “Thanks, Bruno. It’s good to know you weren’t my last chance at marriage.”               “Nah. You? You’re too smart for that. You’ll have, like, a million babies and build your aquatic empire.”               “We had fun, though, right? Back then. Before we grew up.”               “Who said I grew up?” Bruno tossed his hair, hands on his hips, and Ozma laughed reluctantly. “But I mean, yeah. Yeah, course we did.” He held out his arm, winking one purple-smeared eye. “So? Can I walk you home?”               Ozma’s smile dropped away. “No. Absolutely not. You look ridiculous.”               “Fair. No, that’s fair.”
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What’s the point of having a disneyprincess-sona as my icon if not for self-inserting
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sha-balabada · 2 years
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icons  *:・゚✧ la familia madrigal
((CREDIT IF YOU USE))
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Sequel to my previous polls, these are suggestions I’ve been given based on different properties/media.
In case you want help to decide, here’s what I can currently tell you about each:
Alice in Wonderland: follows Antonio in Wonderland, after he follows a rabbit down a hole and so on… (you know the story, you’re just here for the character designs, aren’t you?)
Arcane: my long awaited AU that I have already shared some art for, follows Isabela and Luisa
Beetlejuice: Bruno fans, this one is for you because guess who’s playing the lead demon? Oh, and Dolores is here too
Bridgerton: like Heartstopper, this is mainly for the purpose of romance but make it regency
Carrie: I have several potential characters in mind for our leading lady, most likely Isabela or Dolores. But Pepa or even Bruno are also up there
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind: yeah, sorry Mirabel, I’m taking your memories from you
Heathers: because Luisa (Jess) as Veronica and Isabela (Diane) as Chandler was so iconic to me
Influenced by Fairytales: I have nothing for this currently
Some pirate thing: the Madrigals but as pirates, enough said
Some superhero thing: because watching Diane in Doom Patrol gave me inspiration, okay?
The Owl House: I don’t have many ideas for this currently, just potential headcanons
Winx Club: similarly, I don’t have any plans currently, just transformation ideas
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All of you matching icons because i love them!
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mmollymercury · 1 year
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Guess who made more gay icons in between encanto big bang stufff
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It was me
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your-blorbos-are-queer · 10 months
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character pride icons pt. 25: disney characters (again!)
queer headcanons
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stanley pines (gravity falls) - aromantic | steve (the owl house) - gay | dewey duck (ducktales 2017) - aroace
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eve (wall-e) - demiromantic + demisexual (the middle flag is demirose)
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isabela madrigal (encanto) - aromantic, lesbian
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mirabel madrigal (encanto) - bisexual | bruno madrigal (encanto) - aroace
bonus! pride flags color-picked from the characters
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feel free to use these for any non-commercial purpose, as long as proper credit is given!
if you'd like to see a different combination of character + flag, my ask box is always open for requests
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disabilityshowdown · 1 year
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and with that, folks, we have finished the preliminaries!
our aim was to get 132 characters narrowed down to 64, we narrowed them down to 67, because of an amazing three polls where the difference was made by literally a single vote, and i think as far as preliminaries go, that's not preference that's chance (one vote may make the difference when it comes to the final rounds, bc then it's exciting, but here that's a tie)
you can view the complete set here
which means more importantly, i can reveal who those 67 are up against!
so without further ado, here are the 64 characters that you guys nominated the most, in order of who got the most nominations! (read left to right, up to down, or look at the list i'm about to put under the cut)
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the post containing the full bracket can be found here, and as usual, image description and list of characters under the cut!
ID: An 8x8 square containing icons of the following 64 characters, in this order:
Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) 
Hiccup and Toothless (they’re a set do not separate) (How to Train Your Dragon)
Barbara Gordon/Oracle (DC)
Toph Beifong (Avatar: the Last Airbender)
Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role)
Finn Mertens (Adventure Time)
Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)
Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)
Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Marvel)
Nicholas Benedict (The Mysterious Benedict Society)
Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - both Rise and IDW)
Octavio Silva (Apex Legends)
Crutchie (Newsies)
Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (Star Wars)
Amaya (The Dragon Prince)
Charles Xavier/Professor X (Marvel)
Viktor (Arcane)
Taimi (Guild Wars 2)
Johnny Joestar (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)
Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)
Drey Ferin (Just Roll With It)
Geordi LaForge (Star Trek)
Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows)
Melanie King (The Magnus Archives)
Snake (Zero Escape)
Future Leo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)
Janice Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)
Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)
Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Marvel)
Della Duck (Ducktales)
Jayfeather (Warrior Cats)
Shouko Nishimiya (A Silent Voice)
Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)
Briarlight (Warrior Cats)
Ticket Jerry (Dialtown)
Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)
Ricky Potts (Ride the Cyclone)
Jimmy Valmer (South Park)
Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)
Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)
Gregory House (House MD)
Moon Knight (Marvel)
Shanks (One Piece)
Chai (Hi-Fi Rush)
Kazuhira Miller (Metal Gear Solid)
Izaya Orihara (Durarara)
Finnegan Wake (Monster High)
Frankie Stein (Monster High)
Sage Beldaruit (Witch Hat Atelier)
Urakawa Mamoru (Mega Man)
Teo (Avatar: the Last Airbender)
Tavros Nitram (Homestuck)
Hearthstone (Magnus Chase)
Tony Stark/Iron Man (Marvel)
Rani (Pixie Hollow)
Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)
Izumi Curtis (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Juno Steel (Penumbra Podcast)
Imperator Furiosa (Mad Max)
Bentley (Sly Cooper)
Quasimodo (Hunchback of Notre Dame)
Nagito Komaeda (Dangan Ronpa)
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