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#rights for bruno madrigal
babylonqaf · 3 months
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so we all agree that antonio knows about bruno primarily through is work as a rat telenovela writer yes? like kid got his powers and started getting bedtime stories from animals and all the rats just.. re-created the various telenovelas bruno wrote in his isolation. imagine antonio, 5yo, half asleep, "what happens next?" and the rats like "idk bro, Bruno didn't get there yet"
"yeah okay, that makes sense"
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antonio, suddenly fully awake, "hold the fuck up"
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aashiyancha · 7 months
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Sad old man. Sad crying old man
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addaxus · 2 years
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Encantober Day 20 ~ Prophecy🔮❇️
Had another one drawn up already, thought it was probably appropriate for today.
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usedtobeguest123 · 9 months
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I FINISHED IT.
Heeeey, is it still cool to post for #wdtaj? 😁
Here is the animatic I've been working on for a few months. Hope you enjoy!
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It's rough...and I mean ROUGH, but I'm proud to have finished it. Please forgive all the drawing discontinuities--it's like a record of my drawing progress over the last month couple months. The end is way stronger than the beginning, so that's cool!
I never did get around to shading the whole thing. Some parts are shaded, some aren't...myeh.
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neonpinkfeels · 10 months
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You confessed to Bruno.
He was a bit stunned so he went back to his room to process the information.
He grabs two rats and starts a rat show.
- Oohh Señor Bruno you are so divine!
- Haha, yeah! I'm the man you've always been waiting for - OOPS!
He trips over his own flip-flop and falls on the floor.
- oh no, Bruno you've messed things up again! Like you always do! Haha!
- yeah lady, better get used to dating a failure! Hahaha! Haha... Ha...
He lies on the floor, feeling depressed.
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lvnamuraart · 2 years
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I promise you're enough, you're enough, you're enough
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Welp. I rewatched Coco so all four of them are back in my head now, all at once this time
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this feels dangerous somehow
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Encanto fandom writing few-years-post-canon Bruno
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laqueus · 11 months
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@wdtajn Event - Week Two: Horror
This week’s entry is based on the Colombian legend of ‘El Hombre Caiman’, from the Caribbean coast. There’s a cool statue of him!
See below the cut for further details about poor Bruno here :(
In the original tale, the man used potions to turn back and forth between an alligator and a man so that he could spy on women as they bathed >:(... and then got stuck when a friend spilled the potion that changed him back. But he still has a human face!
Here, someone got fed-up with Bruno and his prophecies, and cursed him into this form, using the two prophecy shards impaling him as the conduit for the curse. :( they also represent julieta & pepa, and the wounds aren’t healing :(
The emerald of his prophecies is slowly growing, and one day it will cover/consume him completely.
His powers are now the reverse of normal - instead of seeing normally, and having a vision one in a while, he’s now constantly having visions, and can only see normally if he ritualistically concentrates
the alligator isn’t a separate being - it’s all bruno baybeeeee
his human body can’t hold itself up very well, so most of the time he’s a bit floppy. this was illustrated but it didn’t fit very well lol
“why isn’t bruno wearing any clothes??? D:” 1. the main inspiration was having something fucked-up in a mouth, like that parasite that replaces a fish’s tongue, or the alien’s.... mouth... thing.... and 2. i wanted him to have the visual imagery of a tongue, but mainly 3. i didn’t think about clothes and forgot about them until it was too late oops
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overly-dramatic-artist · 11 months
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Offer yourself upon my altar of love, I promise devotion and worship only to you
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the-family-fortune · 1 year
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The Hierophant and The High Priestess.
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My art program kept crashing for Bruno’s. I’m sure it could be improved but I cannot take the entire program freezing for a solid minute between every single action.
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reversia · 2 years
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BRUNO'S AMBIANCE
Encanto, 2021
request for @no-saving-me-now
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addaxus · 1 year
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The art has just not been arting lately, but have another CR Bruno for your souls…
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applesap-fics · 1 year
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FABril day 6 - Photograph
G, 1385 words, Camilo & Isabela, implied Félix/Agustín/Bruno
Camilo and Isabela find incriminating pictures and have a few thoughts about them.
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Camilo is not proud of the meltdown he had when he found out his mami dated other guys before his dad. What he holds in his hands right now somehow feels even worse. 
In the back of his dad’s hobby cabinet that once stood in his parents’ room — now part of the pile of selectively sorted rubble next to what remains of Casita — he’s found a tintype photograph faded at the edges of his father kissing another woman. 
It makes no sense. His dad is plighted to Mom, his eternal devotion to her as clear as the morning sun. Surely this has been the case since the dawn of time; like the moon has the sun, like the night sky has the stars, his father has his mother and vice versa.
His mouth twitches. The pair doesn’t even look that young. The envelope he pulled it out of said ‘1923-1925’. Pa must’ve seen the woman right before Mami.
An intense cocktail of fury and denial swirls inside his chest and dries out his lips. Before he has time to process any of this, his cousin pops up behind him.
“Woah, is that tío Bruno?” Isabela says, peeking over his shoulder. Her words drop like stones from great heights because woah, is it? That’s absurd, and, no fucking way, no way no way no way.
“No,” Camilo croaks dismissively. “No way. I’m the only changeling here.” He squints and presses his nose against the paper to inspect the woman to confirm that she is not, in fact, their tío Bruno. But it’s a little difficult because the photo is in black and white and her face is turned toward…she’s kissing Papi. And Camilo’s hands are shaking.
He can’t color-type the woman in order to determine if she’s wearing Bruno green or Abuela maroon. Her hair is dark and curly like tía Julieta’s, falling to her shoulders, and parted with a bow the way Mami does it. She wears a modest dress that covers her from wrist to neck, a lace shroud draped over her shoulders; Abuela’s signature look. In her ears hang large hoops that look like Mami’s and her nose is kind of big for a lady-
“Guess you got it from him, then,” Isabela says. “Two dads! Wow. Good for you, Milo.”
He twists around. “He’s not my dad. This is probably just one of his telenovela things, right?” That last word comes out a tad too desperate, so he tries to rectify it with a weaker “right?”.
Isabela shrugs her shoulders. “He’s probably just goofing around.” Camilo can only hope so. Their uncle does that a lot. “Are there more?
In fact, there are more photographs. The two cousins huddle behind the cabinet, hidden from view from the others working around the construction site. There’s a bunch more in the envelope Camilo found the first offending tintype in, but a lot of them are simply pictures of their parents from when they were younger: tía Julieta without her worry lines. Mami and Papi — these feel much more correct. Young Abuela with braids, so weird. Tío Bruno in more dresses. Tío Agustín- oh. 
“Well, would you look at this,” Camilo says, waving the picture in his cousin’s face, hoping the anxious beating in his chest will disappear if he taunts her. “Seems like tío Bruno’s been getting around.”
Isabela snatches the tintype out of his hand. Sure enough, it’s tío Bruno and her father. Bruno wears a different top Camilo thinks is one of tía Julieta’s, bare at the shoulders with a shawl draped over them. His face is clean-shaven, softened with make-up, and he’s looking up at Agustín with an arm around his waist. Tío Gus looks down equally smitten. It’s a damn near exact copy of how he and tía Julieta always stand together, at ease like the unit they are. Having each other for support.
“He’s…He’s probably copying my mother,” Isabela says coolly. But she adds an equally fragile “right?” after. “It’s a joke.”
The problem is that it looks genuine, their affection. And not in a way Camilo knows Bruno roleplays. It’s the face he makes when he dreams away with a romantic story.
Barring the contentious truth that Papi used to date other people before Mami, the pictures make him feel weird. Like they’re snapshots into relationships Camilo isn’t supposed to be privy to. Hidden in the back of his father’s cabinet. Not both his parents’. Who has ever heard of three men in love?
“They look pretty into it,” Camilo says, feigning casualness. “But that would mean that our dads are…and…they’re not like that…are they?”
“It’s hard to imagine.” 
“Not that I think anything is wrong with that,” Camilo says, just in case. It would be hypocritical of him, after all. It’s just…it’s a bit of a blow to consider that Papi could be like him. “It’s like you said. Hard to imagine.”
Isabela gives him a queer, scrutinizing look. “No. I wouldn’t mind either.”
For a second, the world stands still against Camilo’s wish that it should get on with it.
Frowning, Isabela studies the picture for a moment longer. Then her face slackens a little as she gets used to the idea of her dad getting it on with their uncle. “If this is what we think it is, and that’s a big if, do you think they’re still…”
Camilo shrugs. 
Having tío Bruno back with the family is weird. Suddenly there’s this new guy messing up the dynamic between everyone. Mirabel has become an emotional support niece, like a crutch that Bruno uses to lean on whenever the family and the neighbors get to be too much. The triplets are a triad again, the unspoken gap filled with someone they have evidently missed between them. The stories that are coming out from the adults now don’t need to accord for one missing member. They no longer trip and fall over the guy they’re supposed to forget, or close the door on him like he’s a boogeyman to banish.
That last one is a very fun but problematic image Camilo helped perpetrate and hasn’t quite reconciled with. Really, Camilo kind of likes the guy. Bruno is shy but creative and outwardly odd. He’s nothing what he thought Bruno was.
No signs of a rekindling romance between Papi and los Tíos Ridículos though. Not that Camilo noticed, anyway. 
“Doesn’t look like it,” he says to Isabela.
“No?” she offers. “You don’t see tío Bruno looking all moony for no reason and wonder what he’s thinking about?”
“Sure I do. Just don’t think it’s about our dads. I mean, I kinda assumed that he did that because he’s Bruno.”
“Yeah,” Isabela agrees. “I’m not about to ask him, by the way.”
“You’re not?” Camilo asks disappointed. It’s been a while since he’s had an adventure — everyone else in the family seems to get one. “Then how are we supposed to find out-”
She places her hand on his shoulder. “Milo, maybe this is one of those things that’ll come out when it’s time.” 
Isabela’s secret weapon is congeniality. Camilo has always thought that poking and bullying that mask of perfection off of her is fun, knowing there’s a loser like him underneath the princess. But being on the receiving end of that generous face makes it hard to deny the resemblance between her and Abuela. Ergo, he crumples like a little boy under her gaze.
“If tío Bruno and our dads need to have a conversation,” she says sternly, “that’s between them. There’s no way I’m asking tío Bruno and freaking him out — if these photographs are what we think they are and he’s not just putting on a play.”
She has a point. There’s a chance he’ll flat out deny or skirt the issue, which Bruno has done before with less thrilling subjects than forbidden romance. It has been two months since the house fell down and their uncle got plastered back into their lives like a gob of spackle. He’s barely getting used to everyone seeing him. Literally.
“Or maybe it’s nothing and he just likes wearing lady’s dresses.” She shrugs with a smile.
The two of them gather all the photographs back into the envelope and place it in the back of Papi’s cabinet where Camilo found it, hiding the memories a little while longer until they’re ready to come out.
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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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clownmoontoon · 2 years
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JORGE ALSO MAKES AN APPEARANCE !! 💚
((i asked the op if they can post a vers without the music so we can hear him say the line but i havent heard back from them yet, BUT if they do post it ill post it here!!))
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