sleep pile with bruno and his nieces and nephews!

Thank you for the request 🥺 Somehow this turned out to be over 1,000 words! Here’s the AO3 link!

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Duerme bien

“But we should—“

“Leave him there. Good idea.”

“Not what I was going to say!”

“Whaddya mean? We’re practically twins! We finish each otherrr’s…”

“Like I’d ever fall for that.”

“Hey. What’re you guys just, standing there for?”

Mirabel and Camilo startle at the voice behind them.

“Luisa! Keep your voice down, okay,” Mirabel hisses. “It’s Tío Bruno.”

The tall young woman crosses the courtyard and gazes in the direction her sister has indicated with puckered lips. Her powerful body is immediately tense, ready to spring forward and pluck their tío out of whatever situation he’s landed in. The instant she sees him, though, she gives a low little laugh.

“Oh, he’s sleeping.”

“Yeah. On the floor. Just. Dead to the world, right there.” Camilo, heaping on the obvious statements.

“Which is why we should move him to the couch!”

“He looks… comfortable?” Luisa shifts from one foot to the other. “Haven’t you seen this before?” The younger kids shake their heads. “He used to do it a lot. Before he, uh, left. I remember seeing him asleep on the floor, or like, in a corner somewhere. Mamá said that as long as he wasn’t in danger, wasn’t going to fall or get stepped on or anything, it was okay to let him be. Said he needed the rest.”

She doesn’t mention the part where she’d plunk down in front of Bruno, a doll and stuffed animal in tow, or sometimes blocks. Or that she’d sit with him until he woke up (once or twice prodding him awake herself). Then her tío would blink at her through those ever sleepless eyes, never upset with her, not even if she roused him sooner than he’d wanted. Just a crooked smile and a bleary but tender, “Buenas, Luisita.”

Camilo is gesturing at the man’s form in the center of the living room. “See? I was right. Also, wow, fu—ay! Wh—“

“Shh. I still think we should move him.” Mirabel’s brow is furrowed.

“…What if he wakes up?”

“Yeah. And anyway, he’s probably too heavy for us n–ow! Stop pinching me, Mirabel!”

“He’s not!” Mirabel says, while Luisa crosses her arms, biceps bulging. “And I won’t, because you keep being an—“

“Let him stay there.”

All three of them jump in spite of the sound of a well-practiced whisper beside them. Turning their heads in unison, they see Dolores peeking around the threshold at their passed-out uncle.

“He’s still lighter than you, cabeza gorda.” She adds, humming, lest she squander the opportunity to defend Bruno and jab back at her brother, who simply shrugs, even as he fixes her with a too-wide smirk.

Looking back at Mirabel, he says, “Our majority and our seniority reign!”

Mirabel is familiar enough with their mothers’ and Bruno’s banter as triplets to know it’s hopeless to argue that Camilo being two months and one week older than her totally does not count as seniority. Still, the words chafe.

“Well, unfortunately for you, primo, brains beat age,” she counters. Smiling at her own private triumph. “You guys, come on! Dolores, don’t worry, we won’t wake him.”

“Oh. No, it’s not that–“

“¡Permiso!”

As if on cue, the quiet, piping voice of the youngest Madrigal sends the four bigger bodies shuffling. They watch the boy’s curly head bob toward them—the rest of him is nearly obscured by the thick woolen blanket he’s hugging to his torso—and as he weaves through and on into the room.

Antonio had been the first to stumble upon Bruno like this, after consulting the rats over his whereabouts (“I need to find your mamá,” is how he framed it). It was seeing his tío fast asleep on the floor that made the boy shelve his pursuit of story time in favor of the next most logical thing.

Sure, the kid may have gotten distracted by his toucan friend along the way, but he’s back now! And once he reaches his destination he promptly arranges the blanket in a pile next to Bruno, plopping down on his side and snuggling his cheek against the man’s pudgy belly.

The sight makes Dolores and Mirabel grin and Luisa’s lower lip quiver.

“Looks like Toñito’s found a middle way.” Camilo arches an eyebrow.

No one is at all fazed when Mirabel darts away, skirt fluttering. Nor when they hear a few muffled thumps somewhere above them, followed by the sound of her shushing herself. Within moments she’s at the living room entrance again, heaving blankets and pillows at the others (Casita had to have helped with the load), and bounding ahead, lightly, with hers. She motions c’mon just as she’s starting to lay out her blanket in order to curl around her little primo, who wiggles his fingers at her.

“His tummy keeps making noises,” Antonio whispers, stifling a sleepy giggle.

Mirabel’s mouth forms into an o-shape. To her right, she catches a glimpse of Luisa settling on her quilt above Bruno’s head. “Maybe it’s better not to lie on it, hombrecito…”

“It’s okay,” Dolores says with an unconscious tilt of her head, from where she’s making a spot for herself. “Tío ate a little over an hour ago. He’s just slow to digest.” A satisfied Antonio mushes his whole face into Bruno’s soft stomach.

“Hey, save some room for your big brother.”

The teenager has shape-shifted into a… smaller version of himself—a bit smaller than Antonio, even. Nudging in between Dolores and their tío, he steals the former’s pillow so he can roll onto it, and rests his head opposite his brother’s. After a second or two of mild contemplation, he pulls an expression that reads not bad and gives an exaggerated yawn.

Pepa and Félix’s eldest shakes her head. Then her eyes flick off to the left… barely catching the shadow moving past the room.

The last things Dolores sees before she lies down beside Bruno are Luisa curved in an arc over him, body completely slumped and a gentle smile playing on her lips; and Mirabel rubbing circles into Antonio’s back as he drifts off, trying to fight the same fate…

In due time, the air turns fragrant with the scent of various wildflowers. Isabela slips into the room, a rolled blanket in the crook of her elbow, and conjures crowns for each of her family members. (No outrageous blooms, though she considers making an exception for Camilo.) When she’s finished putting the final touches on Bruno’s clovers, she claims the space by her youngest sister.

“Duerme bien,” she murmurs, letting her forehead rest against the already slumbering girl’s shoulder.

Everything falls silent.

Maybe he would have moved earlier. Coughed, or something. But, oh, these kids…

Bruno allows one eye to open a crack, then the other. Gingerly, he extracts his rather stiff arm out from under Mirabel, giving it the tiniest stretch and twist before placing his hand on Antonio’s head.

He smiles, and closes his eyes once more.

. . .

@junosaccount drew art of the sleep pile!!!!!!!! Thank you, thank you!!!!!

more of some of my favorite siblings

headcanon that bruno is the kind of dad who takes his kid to the doctor for a routine booster shot and just. cries more than the kid

(Answering all the asks in my inbox now because I miraculously have more time now HUZZAH)

HE WOOOULD. BRUNO WOULD MOST DEFINITELY WOULD BE THAT DAD HAHAHAHAHA. I'm imagining him to try and comfort his kiddos but then when he sees the amount of blood in the syringe he's gonna cry and the kiddos will just stare at him HAHAHAHA.

[ Javier is 5 years old in this headcanon ]

Javier: PAPAAAA I DONT WANNA GO.

Bruno: Mi Javier, por favor. The nice doctor won't hurt you okay?

Javier: BUT PAPAAAAA.

Bruno: I'll be with you, okay? Now enough tears, let's go~ I'll even give you a present after.

Javier: NOOOOOOOO

-After Javier got his shots-

Javier: You're right papa! It wasn't so bad--WHY ARE YOU CRYING?? Bruno: *sniffs* T-that needle *sniffs* was too big for you a-and-and you-and you took it so well *cries* MY BABY IS SO STRONG NOW

YN, just coming in to bring Angelina and Ignacio for their appointments: ...what in the world-

I’m sick again which for some reason means I want to draw, but only the most self-indulgent things. So have a Wingfeather-Madrigal-Falls picture:

and really, who else is out there drawing Artham Wingfeather carrying Bruno around? probably no one but people should (also ignore the proportions I’m sick I can only do so much it’s FINE)

also its a companion piece to this picture I made last year, for the same crossover, of Artham and Fiddleford:

my art style has. improved???

My brain is absolutely refusing to work to actually send people asks so I’ll just put in a post that since it’s the Madrigal triplets’ birthday today - my tpn kiddos that have been adopted will be celebrating in the following ways:

-Conny has made her Papa Bruno a card with many drawings of rats on it, and has decided to give each triplet one hug for every year of their lives. Unfortunately she does not know how old they are and isn’t great at counting, so Julieta and Pepa will probably get about ten each, and Bruno will be getting a hug every time she looks at him throughout the day.

-Emma, Ray, and Norman decided to do joint presents so they could assign one triplet to each next gen triplet, get gifts, and sign them from all three of them. -Emma was in charge of Bruno’s gift, and (probably with some help from Mirabel) made him a set of cushions with as many rat names as would fit embroidered on it. -Norman was in charge of Pepa’s gift, a very neatly wrapped stack of books he hopes she hasn’t read before. -And Ray was in charge of Julieta’s gift, and produced a lovely painting of her branch of the family for her.

-As for Don, he decided actions were better than gifts, and has chosen to dedicate several days each to helping them out with whatever they need. There is technically a gift to go with this. They all get paper slips advertising what he can help them with

I haven't written Encanto fic in a minute, huh? Anyway I banged this out in half an hour to stop me killing my co-workers, enjoy!

One of the girls was passing it around in the back of church. This silly little folded paper star; you picked a number and a colour and it told your fortune. "You'll marry a rich man," Sofia Quintero whispered, to a chorus of giggles. "Pepa; do you want to try?"

Pepa Madrigal tossed her shiny auburn curls over one shoulder. "No thanks," she said haughtily. "I don't need toys to tell me my future. I can see it whenever I like."

"Pleeeeease Bruno!"

Pepa hung on the end of her brother's ruana as he stomped from room to room. "Please let me see. It's important! I can't let Sofia Quintero and her stupid piece of paper win."

Bruno ignored her.

"I'll do your chores for a week?"

He paused; just for a second, but Pepa noticed. Pepa always noticed. To everyone else, her brother was as hard to read as still water; to her, it was nothing at all.

"Please?" she begged. "Please. Please please please please pleeeeee--"

"Alright, alright!" Bruno stamped his foot, sandal slapping on the tile. "Jeez, Pep; what does it matter anyways?"

Pepa's face darkened. "It. Matters. You're a boy; you don't get it."

"Bruno's shoulders slumped. He didn't think it had anything to do with being a boy. But there was no arguing with Pepa when she got like this. "Ugh. Go get Juli. Might as well make it a party."

And a party it was; Juli smuggled snacks up to Bruno's room after bedtime and Pepa brought some blankets and stuffed animals from her room. They hadn't had a sleepover in Bruno's room in years.

"Ooooooooh!" Juli crowed as, in hues of green, an older version of Pepa was dipped by a handsome, dark-skinned man. "Oooooooooooh, Pepa, he's handsome!"

"I know," Pepa simpered; gracious and faux-humble, like she'd won a prestigious award. "I know."

Bruno wrinkled his nose as the man closed the distance between his lips and Older-Pepa's. "D'we have to watch the kiss?"

"YES!"

"Okay, okay, fine."

"Do me next," said Julieta, leaping onto Bruno's back and shaking his shoulders. "Me next, me next! I want to see my true love, Bruno!" She sighed dramamtically, her eyes going wide and dreamy. "I bet he's strong and graceful and a little bit bad. Not bad-bad, but just...bad enough. You know?"

Bruno had no idea.

Sand fell all around them as the vision ended. "Okay, Bruno sighed, handing the tablet to Pepa without even glancing her way. She squealed happily and kissed her future husband's glass cheek in delight. "Gimme one'a those arepas first. Gotta get my strength back. I'm fourteen, yanno. No spring chicken."

"Thank you Brunito."

"You're welcome, Oven Girl. Glad I'm here for you two to - to exploit."

"Bruno!"

"Don't make us feel bad; that's not fair!"

"S'okay, I'll accept payment in baked goods. Lucky for you."

As much as he complained, Bruno relished the time with his sisters. It was a memory he often looked back on fondly as they grew up, especially as the girls started courting and fell in love. It was nice to see their lives unfolding like that; like the end of the story written just under a folded piece of paper, out of sight for everyone else but them.

So when Dolores came to him - nine years old, shyly tugging on the hem of his ruana - and started talking bout one of her little playmates using some fortune telling game in school that day, he chuckled softly under his breath. "Sure, kiddo," he said, hoisting his sobrina onto his shoulders. "C'mon. Let's go see your husband, huh?"

I wanna do a collection of one shots about the Madrigal kids and their parents when they were all little - inspired by my hc that Isabela got herself tangled up in her vines CONSTANTLY when she was little because I need that in my life.

If any of you guys have any suggestions for chapters - like for any of the kiddos and their gifts or just funny moments within the family, let me know. I would be happy to do them :)

ok idk what universe or how the circumstances lead to this. but im having dad matty brainrot. maybe girlie is busy and matty has to watch the kids but hes meant to be getting a new tattoo (maybe hes supposed to go with the guys, which is why he cant cancel). but he has to bring the kiddos with him and while hes getting tattooed another artist or maybe even one of the guys doodles on kiddis arm so they can match their dad :(

fuck it, og dad!matty universe! it's the last couple of weeks of the summer holidays and you're mildly concerned about the fact your husband is planning on taking your 6 year old and 8 year old with him and the boys while they get new tattoos (maybe to celebrate an album anniversary or some shit), but when george comes to pick them up he reassures you like "it's fine! it's a nice day, we'll go into the shop one at a time, whoever's not in can just be at the park down the road with dyl and lena". a good idea in theory, and it works for a little bit while matty's playing football with his babies and giving them piggybacks and whatnot; when it's matty's turn to go in and get his tattoo, though, elena's (who's been a bit more shy and reserved lately - you think she might be a bit nervous to go back to school) little lip starts to wobble like she's going to cry, and she clings to his leg and will not let go even when adam's like "el! we'll go and get ice cream, yeah? your dad won't be long, you know that". matty has to crouch to her level like "i'll be twenty minutes, munchkin. four bluey episodes long. that's all! my big, brave girl, you'll be alright without me for that long, won't you?", and she shakes her little curly head quite vehemently - when the sniffles begin, matty just hugs her into him and softly shushes her like "alright, darling, you can come in with me. but you have to sit nice next to me, yeah? no running around in case you get hurt". so then obv dylan wants to come in, too, not because she's also upset but because she's curious about the tattoos "cos you and mum both have them but i don't know how you get them" lol; she drags ross in too, because that's bestie, and he sits with a kid on each knee and patiently explains to them what's going on while their dad gets another tattoo. the tattoo artists are really sweet - the guy doing matty's is like "oh! it's nice to finally meet the two of you, it was me who did the tattoos your mummy and daddy got when you were both born" (a.n. i have no idea what these look like actually), which impresses them a lot. but he doesn't impress them nearly as much as the other girl, who they say looks like a tattooed isabela madrigal (she laughs really hard at this and calls them adorable) and who lets them look through the sample book; they both pick out the ones they'll get when they're big enough (matty shakes his head at this, but he and ross giggle. how could they not?), and the girl gives them a couple of little temporary tattoo strips to "take home and get mum to help you put on. i think i would save them for parties, though" (matty thinks this is a genius suggestion, because he knows full well his daughters would have begged for them to be put on immediately otherwise lol). the doodling happens between dylan and elena themselves, i think - one of them gets hold of a pen and says "let me draw on you so you can match daddy?", and her sister is like "YEAH and then i can do it on you", while matty's half crying at how cute they are and half stressing about taking them home covered in pen lol. but yeah, the girls are good as gold, so good that their dad can't not treat them to an ice cream AND a tango ice blast to share afterwards, followed by another run around in the park to tire them out before it's time to go home and then pick up mummy from work. a lovely day <3

Madrigal shenanigans prompt: the kids finding out that Bruno can be/still is a trouble maker?

"I'll leave this room for one hour and when I come back, I want you to tell me who did this."

"But-"

"One hour!"

Camilo and Isabela glare at each other as soon as Julieta leaves the room.

"Good going, doofus!" Isabela hisses through clenched teeth and swats at Camilo's shoulder. "Just own up to it already." 

Camilo rubs his arm and attempts to pout like he's seen Antonio do. He's not nearly as good at it as his little brother. "But it really wasn't me. You were the last one to see it. You must have done something to it." 

"How dare you! And why would I? I'm not as childish as you." 

"Well, I know it wasn't me, so it must have been you, Senorita Perfecta."

"You are the resident troublemaker. Didn't you just say yesterday that 'Trouble' is your middle name? Way to implicate yourself, dear primo" 

"Ohhh big word. Only the guilty throw around big words like that, don't you know?" 

The two kids are caught in a staring match when there is a slight cough from the doorway. 

Tio Bruno lounges against the frame, inspecting his fingernails as if they are the most interesting thing in the world. 

"Trouble, kids?" 

"Tio Bruno!" Isabela shouts and points a finger into Camilo's face which the boy promptly slaps away. "Camilo broke Tia Julieta's favorite pan and now he won't admit it!" 

Before Camilo can defend himself, Bruno shrugs. "Wasn't Cami."

"Hah!" The boy does a little victory dance. 

Isabela fumes. "But it wasn't me either!" 

"I know."

Camilo stops his victory dance so abruptly that he almost falls flat on his face. "Huh? Then who did it?" 

Bruno finally stops inspecting his nails. He grabs a corner of his ruana and dramatically drapes it over his lower face, like some kind of phantom. 

"It was me!" he booms with a deep voice. "It has been me all along! Muahahaha" 

"WHAT?" 

Bruno winces and drops the ruana. In seconds he is their awkward tio again, sheepishly rubbing his head. "It was an accident, actually. You see, I wanted to show Antonio how to slide down the hill out back on a pan, but I couldn't find the old one your mothers and I always used so we just took the biggest one we could find in the kitchen." He pouts and crosses his arms. "Stupid thing didn't even last one turn. They don't make them like they used to, kids." 

"Why wasn't I invited?" Camilo asks, outraged. 

Isabela just rolls her eyes. "Great, then you can tell Mama the truth." 

A glint enters Bruno's eyes. It's not a nice glint. 

"Oh, I don't think so. Remember when you two threw me to the wolves named Pepa and Julieta and left me to take the blame for the 'capybara incident' which had been totally your fault? Well, you know the saying. Karma is a doorbell. Ding dong. It's for you!" 

Camilo doesn't know if he should be angry or impressed while Isabela gapes like a fish out of water. "You can't… We'll tell her you did it!" 

"You can try." Bruno smirks. "But there are actually quite a few people who will swear up and down that they saw me in the village the whole day. That's the beauty of having so many people being assholes to you for almost your entire life and now realizing their mistakes. They kinda owe you big, you know?"

"That's ruthless, Tio Bruno!" Okay, so Camilo is definitely impressed now. 

Isabela not so much. "You are supposed to be the grown-up, responsible adult Tio Bruno!"

Bruno pats their heads and laughs. "Not today! Good luck, kiddos." 

He whistles as he saunters out of the room, leaving his beloved sobrino's to their doom. 

Bruno's kiddos would be the ones to enjoy buñuelos a lil too much.. Too much enthusiasm, with reckless abandonment and competitively, in the sweetest way possible.

The way @daliceus makes my heart go boom boom with her art is otherworldly mkay

Lily Lore Facts:

🌟 Lily's birthday is Sep 19th 1956 / Virgo

🌟 Lily's full name is Lily Estrella Madrigal. Estrella meaning 'star' and is her mother's maiden name.

🌟 Nicknames: Lil, mi estrella, moonbeam & stardust

🌟 The name Lily is a tie back to one of Pedro’s poems (Lily Of The Valley) and artwork he left behind in a journal that Bruno found as a child.

🌟 Lily's gift, like both of Bruno’s biological children, is connected to time. Hers being the ability to manipulate time, stopping, reversing and altering the flow.

🌟 Her door is the only one in Casita to not show her image/portrait on it. Instead a glowing half moon is shown and when being used the magic of the door is active and it ticks through the lunar phases. Another tie to her gift.

🌟 A special moment that Diego and Lily gave Abuela was when they brought her back to meet Pedro in the past. Lily’s gift age reversing her back for that meeting.

🌟 Mirabel made Lily a Benji puma plushie of her oldest brother after he moved out and into his own home on their street, for when she misses him terribly and stop her trying to sneak over. Both Diego and Lily adore cuddles with Benji in puma form.

🌟 Pepa was highly disappointed when she wasn't Diego's favorite family member as a baby which she got redemption for when Lily came along and loved the sound of falling rain. Pepa would be the only one able to get her back to sleep when fussy cause of this.

🌟 The white streak in Lily's hair was an effect after receiving her gift on the night of the lunar eclipse and Bruno affectionately calls it "kissed by starlight".

🌟 Lily's full gift explained: time manipulation

Ability to affect the flow of time (by slowing, accelerating, reversing, or stopping it), astral projection on a full moon she can visit the dreams of loved ones (rare ability and only shown/used once for Luna), dream-weaver (can help ease and settle subconscious thoughts in order to allow easier sleep, the family always thought she was given this extra ability to help Bruno but ends up using it on Benji's brother the most.)

🌟 Her gift is strengthened by moonlight, on a full moon (lilies grew everywhere the moonlight touched on the night of the eclipse, a result of Lily receiving her gift)

🌟 Growing up with older brothers Lily can hold her own and doesn’t shy away from a challenge, although the boys spoil her rotten, allowing her to get away with anything when Luna and Bruno aren’t home (they scream sing her song ‘Queen by Hidden Citizens’ to her and let her dance on the table when they’re alone),

🌟 Lily is the biggest snuggler in the family and hates sleeping alone, especially on nights when the moonlight is hidden behind clouds. Bruno takes his old ‘bad’ prophecy tablets and smashes them up, crushing them into tiny speckles and mixes it into paint, giving her room its own glowing starry sky for her. Lily loves it so much they later fill jars with the crushed glowing glass as an extra form of nightlight she can use when walking in the dark.

🌟 Lily loves sneaking into Diego’s room at night to cuddle, much to his regret (although he's never kicked her out or brought her back to her room so more than likely enjoys her company too).

🌟 Since Bruno is the breakfast maker of the family, Lily and Mateo love joining him in the kitchen, mostly to eat anything before he has a chance to plate it. They are always covered in a mess of crumbs. Lily loves buñuelos, same as Luna.

🌟 Her style is described as creative, artsy, colorful, somewhat eccentric as she pairs odd bits of fabric and likes to wear sombrero’s (possibly to fit in with her hermano’s which she looks up to), sometimes a bit of a tomboy even in a dress or skirt.

🌟 Bruno had to learn to braid her hair cause she enjoys how he grumbles, mumbles and talks to himself while doing it. When Bruno isn't able to braid her hair she ropes Diego into it instead, which he's surprisingly good at.

🌟 Her artsy side comes out whenever Bruno naps and she has a chance to draw on his arm, loving to add her special flair to where his tattoo sits. Diego has learned to hide her pens whenever he naps to avoid her making him "pretty" (sometimes he misses her hijinks and purposely "forgets" to put away her drawing materials).

🌟 Lily is learning to play the violin from Agustín cause she loves watching Bruno teach Diego guitar and is hoping to surprise them with her own version of "fancy guitar".

🌟 Bruno's children are the Keepers of Time whereas Luna and Bruno are the Seers

🌟 Abuela's tokens from her chatelaine were passed down.

The key to Casita for Mirabel, next matriarch

The locket with Pedro for Diego, link to the past keeping family alive in spirit

The pocket watch for Lily, keeper of the flow of time

Isabela Madrigal (Encanto)

Great request, Pumpkin!

The problem with Disney edits is that I really do not have the skill to replicate the 3D style of the most recent films, so I have to trace the figures instead of editing them directly, because otherwise the shading is completely mismatched. Hope that's okay!

Anyways, that said, here's a regressor!Isabela!

Mirabel is always having to sew her bunny back together because Isabela is not the most careful little kiddo

If the Madrigal Family would go to high school (I'm talking about the grand kids roundup but it may also include Abuela Alma and her children and her son-in-laws back when they were teenagers), which subject would they love or which type of subject composition/schemes (like whether they choose art side subjects, science side subjects, etc...) would they choose in your opinion?

Ooh, thanks, anon!! Alright, so I did a little research into the education system in Colombia. From what I was able to gather, students in upper secondary school (grades 10-11) are able to choose a specialized or vocational “track” in addition to their regular academic subjects. Some of the tracks are Academic (further focus on sciences and humanities subjects), Technology & Applications (includes information technology, I think), Industrial (e.g., mechanics, welding, industrial chemistry), Commercial (e.g., accounting, commerce), Agricultural, Social Promotion, and Teaching. I’m going to base my picks off this information but also keep the “core subjects” in mind.

Kiddos first!

Isabela

Art and science (I think she’d like technology classes too, for some reason)

Agricultural track

Dolores

Music and literature

Teaching track (or Academic track)

Luisa

Science, especially physics (I feel like knowledge of physics would come in handy for her) and physical education

I can see her enjoying the Social Promotion track quite a bit

Camilo

Foreign language and literature (+ some kind of theater class or extracurricular)

Teaching track... or maybe the Technology & Applications track

Mirabel

History/social science and art

Social Promotion track, or Teaching Track

Antonio

Science, especially biology, and math

Academic track (or the animal husbandry side of the Agricultural track, if that’s a component)

Alma

Spanish and history

Commercial track, or Social Promotion track

Julieta

Science, especially chemistry or biology (imagine her with something like organic chemistry, if it’s offered) and history

Agricultural track

Pepa

Literature and Spanish

Academic track

Bruno

Literature and history (oh, but also art)

Academic track

Agustín

Math and foreign language (I don’t know why I’m on such a language kick with Gus)

Commercial track

Félix

Literature and art

Academic track (maybe the Industrial track)

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Hey guys! So since the Wingfeather Saga show episodes are going again and I’m gonna be super hyped about it for a while I thought maybe I’d try doing some short story fanfic requests if anyone has them. I can’t promise I’ll get them done (my brain is a fickle thing and sometimes flat out refuses to do a story, sometimes for no reason) but I thought I’d give it a shot. Stories would be posted here or on Ao3 or both, depending on the length probably. Below I’ll outline what I will and won’t write but also note that requests involving the kiddos and/or Artham/Peet are more likely to get written than anything else.

What I will write:

Gen stories (platonic or family relationships)

Canon ships (like Nia and Esben, Janner and Sara, etc)

Filler stories that take place before, after or during the series

Stories that connect with the TV show specifically (since it’s a little different than the books) like the one I did with Sara and Peet for episode 2

Stuff for my crossovers (Wingfeather Madrigal Falls, Anniera Falls)

Other crossovers IF they’re something I can keep short and IF I’ve seen/read the thing you want me to cross the WFS over with

What I will NOT write:

Smut or anything of that nature

Non-canon ships

Crossovers with shows/books I haven’t read or watched

Long fics (unless they spiral out of control, but I’m not going to do it intentionally)

Character x reader fics, Idk how to do those

And I reserve the right to refuse any request with zero explanation (but I’ll probably give you an explanation and it’s probably just because my brain refuses to do it)

Alright, that’s all I can think of right now. Let’s see how this goes.

I know I've done zero writing but I'm still thinking about how in my perfect world the tpn kids rocked up in Encanto and the Madrigal triplets collectively said "Hey shall we double the amount of children in this family" and then they did

Love that for everyone involved

A get-well-soon present for @ramblesanddragons, based on her thoughts about Bruno’s pop culture vision 💕 💕 💕 hope that kittycat is still being sweet to you!

“Coffee, Bruno?”

Bruno hummed sleepily under his breath. “Thanks, kiddo. Just what your ol’ tio needs, heh.”

The cup, filled with steaming hot, black-as-night deliciousness, was in front of him before he could blink. Or maybe he’d just nodded off in between Camilo asking him and him delivering the goods to the breakfast table. The Madrigal morning briefing had been over for about half an hour, and Bruno hadn’t managed to move yet. His limbs felt like they were made of lead - he’d had a bad night’s sleep, full of visions that had kinda been dreams, and dreams that were sorta visions, and some stuff in between where Julieta had turned into a donkey and told him he’d be late for Sunday School if he didn’t put on his best pearls and get going. Everything was still...blurry. Tinged a little with green. Nothing a good cup o’ Joe wouldn’t fix.

Who was Joe?

Ahhhh. Didn’t matter. Coffee coffee coffee. Mmmmm.

As he slurped, Camilo took a seat beside him, busying himself with with cutting his toenails. If Mamá caught him doing that at the table, he’d get scalped. But Bruno was too drained to do anything about it. Instead, he watched Mariano bracing the slight slope that led from the town to La Casita; a gigantic bouquet of flowers clutched in one large hand, a jar of Osvaldo’s best candies tucked under the other muscular arm.

“Hola, hermano,” Camilo called out. “Special occasion?”

“What?” Mariano looked down at the contents of his arms with a look of vague surprise. “Oh. This?”

“Got it in one. Who says you’re not smart, amigo?”

Mariano ignored the jab. Or didn’t register it. “It’s mine and Dolores’ one hundred and five-day anniversary. I wanted to make it special for her.”

“Uh, Señor Guz -- I-I mean, Mariano,” Bruno said, stirring the dregs of the coffee in his cup with one finger, “y’do know an anniversary means one year, right? You can’t just...I mean, y’can’t just use it for whatever you want, y’know?”

Mariano’s eyes had misted over with what Mirabel called ‘The Lovey-Dovey Look’.  Big, soft eyes filling with sentimental tears, and a wide smile that showed off all those perfect teeth. “My Dolores is worth it, Señor Madrigal,” Mariano breathed. “I’ll create a reason to celebrate every single day, if it means I get to celebrate her.”

“Gross,” Camilo muttered under his breath, his attention turning to a particularly tough toenail as Mariano turned away and swept himself off into the house.

“Be nice, Milo,” Bruno muttered dryly, a sardonic little smile curling at the edges of his mouth. “He can’t help being a simp.”

There was a long, icy pause. The kind of pause Bruno had been on the receiving end of all his life. The kind that meant he’d said something totally, futuristically insane. He turned his head, wincing.

Camilo was staring at him like Bruno had stood up from the table and slapped him with a wet fish. “Wh...what did you say?!”

“Er...a...a-a-a-a simp?” Bruno shrugged. “I-I-I-I think that’s what I said, anyway?”

Another long pause.

“But Bruno,” Camilo breathed, leaning waaaay too far into his tio’s personal space and gripping both his spindly wrists, “what does it meeeeean?!”

Bruno opened his mouth to reply. Then closed it. Then opened it again, one finger pointed towards the sky for emphasis. And then he closed it again, finger crooking in defeat. “I...don’t...know.”

“So why did you say it?!”

“I dunno! You think I know why I say anything?!”

“So I can use it, then?”

“NO!” Something deep and primal in Bruno’s guts knew that word, whatever it meant, would get him in a lot of trouble with his sobrina and her new beau. But Camilo - awful demon child that he was - was already grinning his Chesire Cat grin, planning to ruin Bruno’s day before it began.

What was a Cheshire Cat?!?!

“I’m gonna go say it.”

“Milo --!”

“You can’t stop me you’re old and frail!”

“Get back here you little --”

“Let go of my foot! DOLORES!”

“Camilo!”

“DOLORES BRUNO CALLED MARIANO A BAD WORD”

“What?! Bruno!”

Oh great. Now Pepa was involved. This was almost as bad as the time he called her a ‘basic bitch’ when he was fifteen. Bruno let go of his sobrino’s foot, watched as the little brat scurried away into the house, and let his head fall onto the breakfast table with an audible thunk.

He needed another cup of coffee.

I once did a one shot called “A Hand For A Hermana” where Julieta helps Pepa with Dolores when she and Isa are babies because Lolita is literally being a damn MENACE and Pepa wants to cry, whereas Isa is being an angel for once 😂 I’m planning on rewriting it though, so would that be something you guys would wanna see? To be fair, I might use it as the opening of my one shot series about the Madrigal kiddos honestly. Thoughts?