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mmollymercury · 2 years
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Bruno and baby Mirabel taking a nap in the sun?
Slight TW: self harm scars.
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Maybe its just because I've spent so long looking at it but I'm not completely sure on the colours? I think I'm coming around to it tho, Idk artist things. I really enjoyed colouring it tho x
This took 3 days and I barely took any breaks, this drawing was hypnotising me, my eyes hurt 😭😭😭
Also heres lil Mirabel’s headband before it got covered by Bruno’s hand, I just liked the butterfly motiffff:
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Kinda sad that her baby hairs ended up being covered🥺🥺🥺
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naensut · 2 years
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Here I am after a long break. My old pals anxiety and depression decided it was time to kick me to the curb for the last two months, hence my long absence. During this time I’ve mainly stayed sane because of some wonderful fanfics and their writers. This is a scene from @missilestorm1‘s Tremors, which I’ve been rereading because it fully provides to my angsty-drama-comfort needs❣
Thanks to all the wonderful people who stayed in touch with me even though I didn’t post art during this time. You know who you are and I love you❤
I originally was going to post a more polished version of this but I kinda like the feel that all the sketch layers give it. Seems more alive in a way, plus my art has always been a bit messy. I hope to do more art, but mental breaks are going to happen more frequently, plus real-life happenings, which I can’t ignore no matter how much I want to.
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @greenvillainredemption
I hope this little story will cheer you up. You know how Disney usually makes their villains have a green color theme? Well how about a little 'green villain redemption'? *wink wink*
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Mirabel lounges back against the trunk of a tree and watches through half-lidded eyes as Bruno and Camilo bicker back and forth about the plot of their next play. She is so glad that the two of them got over their initial awkwardness with each other. Camilo's guilt about his misinterpretation of their uncle and Bruno's anxiety about the ensuing distance between the two of them had been painful to watch at times. 
"I still think letting the same character fake her death twice is… overkill." 
Camilo snorts at his own joke while Bruno just raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "You can never have too many funerals where the character reveals that she is actually still alive. You can't get more dramatic than that! And theater is all about the drama!" 
"I thought the whole point of theater is to engage the audience?" 
"Yes! Through drama!"
Mirabel snickers silently. Her Tio gets so endearingly passionate about his plays. 
Before the discussion can grow even more heated, Antonio emerges from his tree house, riding on Parce's back and waving a book over his head. The little boy joins them under the tree and beams at the three family members that have agreed to join him in his room to read him a story together. 
"I found it! This one." 
He holds up the book and as soon as she reads the title Mirabel glances at her uncle. 
There is no obvious outward change in Bruno's attitude, but Mirabel has grown quite accustomed to noticing even the smallest changes in his demeanor. So she doesn't miss the tightening around his eyes or how his smile grows a bit tense. 
It's Antonio's favorite book at the moment. A collection of short stories and fables by someone named Dalt Wisney. Princesses and knights and witches and dragons. All the stuff that's usually right up Tio Bruno's alley. 
But something about that book seems to bother him.
Not that he would ever tell Antonio! The boy loves the book and Bruno is doing a great job at reading from it with different voices. Which is probably one of the reasons why Antonio loves it so much and almost always chooses this one for story time. 
A vicious circle. 
Bruno keeps smiling and reaches for the book. "Great choice, Tonito."
For a split second Mirabel wonders if maybe she should just mind her own business, but she had never been particularly good at that. 
Before she can intervene though, she is beaten to the punch. 
"What bothers you about that book so much?" 
Bruno startles, much like Mirabel, and stares at Camilo. The boy is frowning and has crossed his arms over his chest. 
"Wha.. Uhm, what?" 
Camilo scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Come on. Takes an actor to know an actor. It's obvious you don't like that book. Why?" 
Antonio pulls the book back towards his chest before Bruno can take it. "You don't like it?" 
Bruno flails his arms and looks terribly flustered. Mirabel elbows Camilo in the side. While she had planned to mention it as well, she would have at least done it with a bit more tact. 
"It's not like that, amigo! I like the stories! They're fun! It's just… well…" 
"What is it?" Antonio doesn't look sad or angry. He looks very curious. "Some of them are kinda sad. Do they make you too sad?" 
Mirabel's heart swells. What a good, sensitive boy her little primo is. 
Bruno apparently feels the same because he sighs happily and pulls the boy to sit on his lap so he can rub his head against the curly head. "Aw Tonito. It's not that, don't worry." He sighs once more and reaches around the boy to take the book out of his hands. Antonio wiggles until he is sitting on Bruno's lap with his back against the man's chest, the book opened in front of them. Their usual reading positions. 
Mirabel and Camilo crowd closer as Bruno flips through the book at a steady pace. 
"I like the stories. It's just that… well every villain is… green." 
"Green?" Mirabel mutters. Her eyes track the pages which have a lot of illustrations besides the text. 
"Their color scheme." At Antonio's questioning hum, he explains. "The color that represents them. When they do their evil deeds." He growls the last two words and tickles Antonio, who immediately giggles. "When the witch curses the princess." He flips a page. "When the lion kills his brother." Another page. "When the evil stepmother locks the poor cinder girl away." 
Green green green. 
"I never noticed." Camilo says. 
Bruno smiles and closes the book. "Didn't expect you to. It's not a big deal. It's just… when I was younger the other kids would say that my eyes are creepy, you know? Glowing green and stuff. They would call me-" he glances down at Antonio's head "names. Not nice names. I guess, seeing all the villains in this book having green as their signature color… I don't know. I'm just being stupid." 
"You are not stupid!" Antonio denies vehemently. "This author is stupid! And the kids back then were stupid! Green is a great color! It's the best color. Lots of nice things are green. Mira's glasses are green!" 
Mirabel touches her glasses, a pleased smile on her face. "Yes they are! I chose them 'cause I liked the color, you know? And yes, a lot of nice things are green. Like plants. And Isa's cacti! Oh, and four-leaf clovers. They are green and they bring good luck!" 
"And apples!" Antonio shouts. "I love apples and they are sometimes green."
Camilo grimaces at the mention of apples. He is not a fruit guy. "Chameleons. Chameleons are green." 
Mirabel smirks at her cousin. "And sometimes Cami eats too much and gets a bit green around the nose. That's not scary or evil. That's just funny." 
Camilo smirks right back. "And sometimes Mirabel gets green with jealousy cause I can eat however much I want without gaining any weight and she can't. That's also quite funny, don't you think?" 
Bruno's laughter interrupts them. He is looking less tense already, the crow's feet around his eyes more pronounced when he smiles.
"It's alright kids. Green is great, I get it." He opens the book again and nudges Antonio's shoulder. "How about we read a story now? Like I said, I like them. I'm happy to read them to you, Tonito." 
Antonio scrunches up his nose in thought before throwing himself out of Bruno's lap. "Wait here!" 
He returns quickly with various crayons which he dumps on all of their laps. "I wanna recolor the villains first!" 
"Oh Antonio, are you sure you want to draw in your book? Won't you regret it?" 
"Nope!" Antonio has already grabbed a red crayon and is busy recoloring the eyes of a witch. "I don't want them to be green anymore! Green is the color of the good guys now." 
Mirabel makes sure to ignore the tears gathering in her uncle's eyes to spare him the embarrassment and grabs a pink crayon. "I wanna color that evil stepsister pink!" 
"Because Isabela used to wear pink all the time?" 
"Whaaaaaat? Pffffft. Nooooo!" 
They spend the afternoon recololoring all the villains and even making some of the heroes wear green. 
Not a word is being read that afternoon, but that's okay. 
At the end of the day, the book is a lot more colorful. 
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luisa-madrigal-simp · 2 years
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Random headcannons about Luisa's relationship with Bruno
I see many headcannons about Mirabel , Pepa , Julieta or Camilo's relationship with Bruno but not a lot with Luisa. I will remediate I'm obessed ? Maybe.
Platonic ofc
• When she was a child ( before had her power ) Luisa had always seen Bruno like "the strongest" and she wanna be like him.
• she often asked him about her future and asked him for had visions but she stopped when she seen that his gift made him unnhappy.
• It' Bruno who reassured her before her gift's ceremony
• Luisa was devasted when Bruno leaft the family she has cried all night
• When Abuela told that Bruno leaft the family Luisa stopped eating until Julieta restonate her.
• She bought a toy rat and squeezed it in her arm thinking of Bruno
• When he's back Luisa didn't stop hug him
• Bruno always made sure she was resting
⚠️ english is not my first langage
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Oh hi everyone! I almost forgot to share this slight AU Encanto fanfic I wrote! Please tell me what you think?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38858340
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Prompt: Toddler Dolores is Bruno’s favourite and Isabela gets jealous
Ooh 👀👀
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The funny thing was, Isabela normally clung to Alma, clutching her abuela's skirt or toddling after her. She was always delighted to be in her abuela's arms as Alma proudly showed her off.
That wasn't to say that little Isa disliked her Tio. Far from it. It was obvious she loved him, just like she loved all of her family. But Alma was her favourite, after her parents. Just like how Bruno was Dolores's favourite, after Félix and Pepa.
So it was a surprise to Julieta to see her toddler pout at the sight of Dolores running on slightly shaky legs to Bruno, clinging to his ruana and giggling quietly.
And Isa, always headstrong, abandoned her place at Julieta's side to stomp (as best as a two-year-old could) across the courtyard to Dolores and Bruno.
Bruno was sitting on the ground with Dolores, gently bopping her on the head with one of her favourite teddy bears. Dolores giggled every time, trying to grab the toy.
As Julieta watched in bemusement, Isabela practically threw herself at her Tio, wrapping her chubby little arms around his neck with a huff. She was still pouting, eyes narrowed. If Julieta didn't know any better, she'd say Isa was outright scowling.
"Hey pequeña rosa," Bruno said fondly. "What's up?"
Isabela only huffed, sitting down and leaning against Bruno, one tiny fist still holding his ruana. Her little nose was in the air; she didn't bother to give any sort of answer. She looked, for all the world, like a princess holding court.
"Uh, Juli?" Bruno glanced over to her, looking lost.
Julieta, trying not to giggle, began to clean Isabela's toys away. "Looks like it's a Tio day," she said. "Shout if you need rescuing from the big bad toddlers, hermanito."
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naoko-world · 2 years
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So yes I'm watching The Lion King in spanish and it's inspiring me!
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dumbass-duo-showdown · 10 months
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QUARTERFINALS
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Apple bracket, 1/6 4pm to 6pm (one new battle every 30 minutes)
Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb) vs Iroh (avatar, the last airbender)
Hakoda (avatar, the last airbender) vs Bruno Buccerati (Jojo’s bizarre adventure)
Loid Forger (spy x family) vs Sailor Uranus (sailor moon crystal)
Sully (monsters inc) vs Ping (kung fu panda)
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Bapelsin bracket, 1/6 pm, 7pm-9pm
Benjamin Sisko (star trek) vs Gomez Addams (the Addams family)
Pyrrha Dve (the locked tomb) vs Bob Cratchit (a Christmas Carol)
Alfred Pennyworth (Batman) vs Meta Knight (Kirby)
Lee Scoresby (his dark materials) vs Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn 99)
Also there was a mess up, I accidentally pitched Kim Dokja vs Sully instead of Meta Knight.
Links: to be updated
Previous Main rounds
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Second chance
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jazzy-a · 2 years
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I like the idea that some of the grandkids develop separation anxiety towards Bruno for awhile after the events of the film.
Like, once they finally get used to him being part of the family again, they get nervous when he's gone for too long and think that he's gone-gone and not coming back.
And then poor Bruno has to spend a minimum of five minutes with his stressed out nieces/nephews being like-
"Camilito, I was just taking a walk around Casita."
And
"Mirabel, sobrina, I went to the bathroom."
And they're all like- "Haha! Yeah, no, totally, right? But maybe I could just hold onto you for a bit, and you could sit next to me for the next twenty minutes? W-Wouldn't that be funny, hahaha??????"
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officermaddie23 · 1 year
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The perfect headcanon I have for my favorite Encanto character Bruno. I think he is very protective of his family
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honeylikewords · 1 year
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cubs. (jack russell)
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halloween brings all the little monsters out. aka, jack gets baby fever.
(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, planning for children, allusions to sex, descriptions of physical intimacy and making out, and jack smelling his wife, if that counts. nothing technically fully n/s/f//w//, but a bit saucy. word count 2.4k )
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Jack’s head tilts sideways before the doorbell even rings, one ear higher than the other to catch something she can’t hear. He turns in his seat on the couch, arm strewn over her shoulder, to look behind them in the direction of the front door, tilts over, kisses her temple, and pops up in the seconds before the slightly-jarring “ding” echoes through the house. He’s already at the door, bowl in hand, beaming down at the gaggle of children and chaperones by the time she’s even stirring on the couch to come to join him.
“Oh, who do we have here?,” Jack coos excitedly, scanning the miniature crowd. “Are you the little one from--”
“Stranger Things!,” yells a small child in a pink dress, blonde wig askew, tendrils of the plastic hair stuck to their face. “I’m Eleven!”
“Yes, sí, can you do the--” --Jack sticks his hand out and makes a face, and the child eagerly matches him, giving him their best furious expression and most powerful psychokinetic pose-- “Yes! That’s so good!”
He quickly glances up at the three adults standing behind and asks if there are any allergies in the group (and there are none, thank goodness) as his wife comes to stand next to him, smiling at the Eleven who is now turning their powers onto their group of friends. Gesturing for the kids to bring their bags closer, Jack begins dropping generous fistfuls of candy into eagerly opened pillowcases and treat sacks, small hands darting out to show off the newest snacks to one another.
“Hey there, Mirabel,” says Mrs. Russell, waving at a young girl in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, sporting a giant pair of glasses and a pink flower in her dense curls. The little one is wrapped up in a purple puffer jacket on this cold October evening, and while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a big coat is the bane of Halloween costumes, the effect of her adorable smile and ‘Encanto’ printed trick-or-treat bag is more than enough to convey the essence of the character. “Is Uncle Bruno with you tonight?” 
The girl shyly shakes her head and wrings the handles of her bag in her fingers but is smiling widely when Jack speaks a few quick words of admiration for her costume in Spanish and passes her a scoop of candy for her bag.
“I’m Ariel!”, adds a small child in a green tube skirt with flared tulle flippers sewn on, a purple strip of cloth tied around their tummy over a slightly off-skin-tone longsleeve tee.
“And I’m Harry Potter!” A wand is brandished at Jack, who puts a hand over his chest in shock.
“I’m Batman!” The petite hero jumps into a pose to show off the padding of his armor, his light-up shoes kicking to life and casting green flashes over the porch.
Jack turns to his wife and grins, gesturing enthusiastically at the crowd of kids. “I think these are the best costumes we’ve seen all night, no?” She nods, and the kids all let out little shrieks and giggles as Jack procures a few extra pieces from the bowl and adds them to their bags. 
The chaperones guide the straggling children into a chorus of “thank you”s before shuffling them down from the porch, past the jack o’lanterns, and on to the next house, as Jack and his wife remain in the doorway. She leans her head on his shoulder and listens to him sigh sweetly, his eyes tracing over the sunset-lit streets swarming with seas of children and their families, all screaming and laughing over one another, racing past on the sidewalks, weaving in and out of lawns decorated with tombstones and inflatable specters, plastic skeletons and felted spiders. 
“You know, at the rate you hand it out, we’ll be out of candy before the street lights come on,” she teases, nudging his shoulder. Jack chuckles and puts a hand on the small of her back, shrugging as he steers her back towards the couch. 
“It’s Halloween, bebé; do you want us to be known as the stingy old couple, or the cool couple that gives out extra candy to the little monsters? Besides, that Mirabel, oh my God--”
“Total heart-melter,” she agrees, sitting and cuddling into Jack’s side as he hooks his arm back over her shoulders and pulls her body close. “I think between her and that four-month-old dressed as Grogu, we may have seen the two cutest costumes in all of North America today.”
Jack lets out a groan at the memory of the adorable baby, who he had greeted at the door with a delighted peal of laughter, and squeezes his wife tightly in his arms, as if hugging her in the baby’s stead. The abrupt squish pushes a small squeak out of her, and Jack giggles, bumping the blunt tip of his long nose into her cheek.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “You okay?”
His slight frame conceals a rather intense strength, something that comforts her, even if it still sneaks up on her every now and again that he is, in fact, as strong as he is; Jack’s touch is grounding and warm when so few things in the world are, and she’s glad, especially in the cold months, for the over-active heat of his body and the power of his embrace. 
He traces the tips of his broad, tan fingers along the curve of her upper arm, pale nails leaving wake trails of gooseflesh and pleasant shivers. She realizes he’s waiting for a response before going any further with his affections, and she nods, cupping the square of his chin and running her thumb along his bottom lip. When his olive green eyes fix on hers, and his lips part to reveal the brightness of his smile, crooked to the left by the jut of his snaggletooth, she feels heat wash over her face and down her body, familiar and fluttering as he dips his face close and keeps her gaze.
“You know what I’m thinking?,” Jack purrs, voice dropping low and soft as he begins inching nearer. When he’s this close, his breath falls on her skin like a warm fog, sticking sweetly to her neck and cheeks, and the scent of him gets stronger. 
He smells like their bed, she thinks. Cozy, fuzzy, and tinged with a modicum of not-at-all-unappealing sweat, there is also that distinct canine note that can only be detected in this kind of proximity. His arms are still wrapped around her, and one of his hands is coasting, flat-palmed, up and down the length of her side, following the curves of her ribs and belly, while the other finds itself resting on her shoulder, idly fingering an errant lock of hair. His face is so close to hers that she swears she could count each of his eyelashes, individually, and the hairs that form his growing stubble.
This Halloween, Jack has chosen to go as a vampire, which he thinks is exceedingly funny. Dark makeup rings his eyes and the grey in his hair glows almost blue in the low light of the fading day, lending him an unearthly quality that fits his costume well. The powers of the vampire, too, seem to be his: he has her under his thrall, certainly. His smile is mesmeric, and she can imagine that if a vampire were to look like him, there would be no end to the line of people willing to be bitten by that self-same smile.
“What are you thinking, Puppy?,” she asks, trying to redirect her own wandering thoughts. She scratches lightly at the underside of his chin and, on reflex, his head tilts up, eyes fluttering shut as a contented noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He’s so easy to please.
“I’m, uh--” He seems distracted by the sensation of her scratching at that Just Right spot between the back of his ear and the crook of his jaw, a distraction that only worsens when she begins scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was going to say that I… I was thinking we…”
His hands lie still on her, twitching every now and then when she finds a particularly pleasing spot to scratch, and she relishes the sensation of being the one who now has her beloved under her own thrall; Jack leans his head into her touch and follows the motion of her hands, chasing her attentions. A sigh leaves his lips and he unclenches his shoulders, melting into her as she leans back against the armrest of the couch and Jack follows, laying his head on her chest. 
His weight is surprisingly heavy atop her as he lays himself on her belly, slotting between her knees and positioning himself for ease of scritching. He’s not a big man, by any means, but there’s a density to him, and she’s feeling it now as he presses her into the couch with his body.
She pauses her petting briefly as she adjusts to the new position, and her hands still in his hair, which causes a growl of displeasure to part his lips. At that, she looks down at him and sees one green eye peering up at her (the other still shut and squished into her chest), and sticks her tongue out at him before continuing the strokes to his salt-and-pepper pelt.
It’s rather soothing, playing with his hair like this. There’s a therapeutic element to the combination of his body weight, intense warmth, rhythmic breathing, and the texture of his hair under her fingers, and she lets instinct carry her, as salient thought drifts away into the blissful mist of repetitive motion and familiar feelings. She traces the lines of his scalp, watching his black and grey and still, sometimes, brown hair forest up around her fingers, content to just match the tide of his breaths with her own, their ribs pressed together and expanding in synchronicity. 
After a moment, Jack stirs. Turning, he cranes his face so that he can look at her squarely, and she feels the irresistible magnetism of that green gaze tugging her deeper into his spell.
“I want to try for one of our own,” he says, shattering the stillness like a foul ball through plate glass. “Tonight, if you’re ready.”
It takes her a second to blink away the haze that had settled around her head, and when she does at last manage to, she finds herself staring down into Jack’s face, taking him in with utmost fascination. If she heard him clearly, and she believes she did, he asked her--
“A baby, by the way. In case I wasn’t clear.” He flashes her a smile and a breathy laugh, and he pats her side playfully. “I’m sure you could figure that out, amorcita, but I like to be direct.”
“Oh.” 
It’s all she can think to say: not because she is unhappy, or undesiring of the same things, but simply because the effect of Jack Russell, staring up at her with his big, moss-colored puppy eyes, brazenly stating that he wants to try and conceive with her, is flooring. He pushes up on his forearms, and suddenly he is above her, his face lit starkly by the shadows of the setting sun and the television, marking him out in black and white. His eyes glow, even in the darkness.
The wolf’s smile slips into his features as he stares down at her, watching her reactions with delight. He can hear her heartbeat, she knows, smells the minute shifts that not even she is aware of. He knows her, inside and out, and surely knows which way she is swayed, but he waits patiently for her to give him a sign, a command, an enthusiastic yes or a firm no. He won’t move without her urging.
She cups his face and lets out a shaky, excited breath, one that shivers in her sternum and makes Jack grin. There’s that crooked canine of his, sharply glinting in his smile, and she trembles joyfully at the sight, wondering if their child would have their father’s snaggletooth. She hopes they do.
“Tonight,” she repeats. Jack’s eyes widen.
Gently, she tugs him down and presses his pouty lips to hers, and the dam breaks. Jack lets out an inhuman groan of delight, dropping his center of gravity low to lean into the kiss, and uses his blunt incisors to pull at her bottom lip, nipping and sending the wet, lapping sounds of kissing echoing through the room. He uses one hand to hold her jaw in place, then begins trailing kisses down and around her chin, working his way to her throat.
“Look so pretty in your costume,” he rasps, voice low and clouded. “‘S hard for a man to keep his hands to himself.”
Before she can snidely remark that he, in fact, has not been keeping his hands to himself for almost the entirety of the evening, Jack sinks his teeth into her neck: not hard enough to wound her, but certainly hard enough to make her forget every other thought, her mind now focused completely on the reality that her husband is leaving marks all across her throat.
“You smell,” Jack groans, “So good. And, oh, God, when you have our cubs…”
He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, a series of Spanish and English curses flowing from his lips as they wander across her skin, and his hands begin rucking up the bottom of her blouse when--
“DING.”
Jack’s head whips up, and the two of them stare with wide eyes at one another. His face is flushed a deep umber and his lips are shiny, hair a fluffed mess, and she can only imagine she looks even more sordid and knocked askew. They exchange a communicative glance before the doorbell rings a second time and Jack, ever the gentleman, kisses her forehead, rapidly apologizing.
“We’ll get back to this, querida, I promise, I swear, I want to--”
She waves him off with a smile, and sees him bolt for the door, candy bowl in hand. He throws it open with gusto, and as she watches, she sees the transformation come over him; the brightness in his eyes, the giddiness of his smile, the sincerity of his sweetness. He’s going to make a magnificent father. And she’s going to have a very, very happy Halloween.
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mmollymercury · 2 years
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K I'm watching this video of this dad making his daughter a movie accurate rapunzel tower AND FIRST OF ALL: THATS SO CUTE KILL ME. SECOND: its giving me BIG bruno vibes. I mean: He made the rats little play structures, he rearranged the pipes so he could get water, he DRAWS- he's just a crafty guy, YOU CANT SIT THERE AND TELL ME HE DIDN'T SPEND DAYS IN HIS TOWER MAKING INTRICATE DOLL HOUSES FOR EACH OF HIS NIECES + CAMILO. YOU JUST CANT ITS SO HIM IM CRYING.
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naensut · 2 years
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This is one of the panels for a short comic I’m making. But it’s taking longer to make, so I’m posting this in the meantime.
Scene is from @breannaaiedail‘s story One Step Closer chapter 11. For context: Mirabel has a panic attack about a certain thing and Bruno comforts her. Thanks for @breannaaiedail for constantly giving me such great material for art ;)
As always: only platonic art with these two.
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phoenixlionme · 6 months
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Encanto: Madrigal Family Relationship Analysis Part 25 - Mirabel and Felix
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Not much is now about this uncle-niece duo but I think one scene in particular sheds light on their relationship: Their talk right before the WDTAB song - When Mirabel is curious about Bruno and his gift, Felix comes in (dramatically) to tell her, even explaining to Pepa that it's best for Mirabel to know. In that short moment, Felix listens to and honestly gives his youngest advice the answer she's seeking (even if said answer is vague and not entirely accurate). But, we see that Felix is genuinely taking Mirabel's concerns seriously; that shows how much he respects and loves Mirabel. Then, when the house is collapsing, Felix can be heard shouting for Mirabel to get out and he's then shown looking for her when she goes missing; both times indicating that Felix has a strong, paternal protective side for his niece. On the other hand, Mirabel has nothing but respect and love for her uncle; if you were to ask her the best description of him, she would say without hesitation, "The definition of cool uncle!" And I also think she and Felix (with Agustin) formed their own special "non gift" trio (as seen in a deleted scene), mainly because they wanted to help Mirabel not feel bad about not having a gift.
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lethal-amigos · 1 year
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A Spiteful Kiss
Art by @my-gunpowder
Right before Jose leaves Encanto, he and Chepe had a huge argument during a festival and broke up right then and there. The relationship began during a festival and ended in one. The reason for the breakup was that Jose wanted to be public with their relationship, but unfortunately Chepe did not agree with that. The festival was full of energy, music, and good vibe and enjoying their time, Jose attempted to kiss Chepe in public. This lead to a huge argument that was muffled by the sound of the fireworks. In the end, Jose, finally fed up, broke up with Chepe. On the side note, Diego witnessed the attempted kiss and rejection from afar, but didn't hear the argument.
So after their breakup, Jose attempts a relationship with Bruno which will only last for a week (though Bruno will say that was the best week of his life 🤣) because Jose will leave Encanto to prevent his uncle from discovering the magical valley. *Edit* Jose genuinely likes Bruno. He was heartbroken from the constant dismissive behavior from Chepe and the breakup, but Bruno actually showed compassion and kindness towards him. And so, he decided to pursue a healthier relationship where he didn't need to hide. The kiss is genuine and by luck he saw Chepe nearby, so to spite him he looks at him. Normally Jose would have never done such a thing, but over time he picked up some bad influence from Chepe.
Chepe is the type to want to push and press every button in order to crack the emotional mask. However, in this case it bit him right in the ass.
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madrigaljail · 9 days
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Interlude
Would you like some celebrity AU in these trying times? Have some nonsense; don't worry about Eli, he's an OC, it's fine.
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“Finally tonight, my producers won’t let me end the show without discussing the most compelling story in the nation, a tale of intergenerational drama which begs the question: which speaks to you most? Do you like a redemption arc, recognition coming after decades of struggle? Or a reward for raw, young talent the likes of which has never before been seen? These questions will possibly be answered Sunday night, when the Emmy Awards give a trophy to…a Best Supporting Actor in a Drama.
“On the one hand you have Bruno Madrigal, whose offscreen exploits have overshadowed his work for decades. In recent years, however, he’s become beloved by children as the voice of Hernando the Crab in the animated Shore Thing film series and attracted critical acclaim in indie films such as The Collaboration and onstage in an off-Broadway revival of Endgame. Now he’s nominated for his role as Oscar Ramos, a pedicab driver with a secret in AMC’s thriller Upper West. 
“Then there’s his nephew, Camilo Madrigal, who has veered away from the music careers of his mother and sister to follow - cautiously, we hope - in his uncle’s acting footsteps. He has more than a knack for it, given his star turn as nine different characters…or maybe it’s the same one in different phases, who knows what’s happening on Max’s scifi-horror hit Idle Hands? My nephew’s tried to explain it several times, but I’ve given up figuring it out.
“So, where do you fall: Team Camilo, or Team Bruno? Personally I think we as a society should have moved past these hashtag labels a long time ago, but if I were a betting man? I’d say the Madrigals are going to split the voters and we’ll get the winner we deserve, the venerable J.K. Simmons.
“That’s it for me this evening, stay tuned for the latest headlines on ‘Nightbeat’, and I’ll see you back here bright and early Sunday morning for ‘Mas with Guzmán’. Buenos noches.”
The news program theme music played, and Bruno would have continued mindlessly playing Candy Crush on his phone but-
“You know there’s a rumor you slept with that guy.”
Bruno glanced to his right. Eli was slumped the corner of the couch, smirking, light brown hair tousled and hazel eyes glancing his way with a mischievous twinkle. Bruno scowled.
“You don’t- that’s ridiculous. I can’t help it if people think we had chemistry or there were ‘sparks flying’ in that interview or whatever, but it’s all…fanflick?”
Eli laughed and gently kicked his shin, he retaliated by pinching his knee. “Fanfic, boomer.”
“Everybody really does forget about Gen X,” Bruno muttered, then shook his head. “Anyway. The point is I can’t believe people still think Pulitzer prize winning reporter José Guzmán would risk his journalistic integrity by hooking up with me.”
“Depends.” Eli straightened up to lean closer, waggling his eyebrows. “Is ‘journalistic integrity’ what he calls his-”
“Guys! I’m still right here!” 
They both cringed and glanced over the back of the sofa towards the kitchen, where Mirabel had taken over the island in a flurry of embroidery floss. She’d swiveled around on the barstool to give them a glare, but a smile still tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry, Mira.”
She nodded, satisfied. “Thank you.” A moment or two slipped by, a perfect pause, before she went on. “But you totally did hook up with him, right?”
Bruno blinked, turned back to the TV, and picked up the remote. “I am changing the channel. It’s a metaphor for changing the subject.”
Shortly after that Mirabel presented him with a baseball cap emblazoned with “#TeamCamilo”, and a black necktie which she’d decorated with symbols representing all of the Madrigal family…and a blue, pink, and white striped heart for Eli. Bruno happily wore both on the Emmys red carpet two nights later.
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A/N: he did totally hook up with him. Celebverse!José is basically Anderson Cooper. Yes he does get stuck doing New Year's Eve with Andy Cohen still, it's fine. As for who wins the Emmy, it's been almost two years and I am still not sure.
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