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waitingonavision · 2 years
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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.
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@junosaccount drew art of the sleep pile!!!!!!!! Thank you, thank you!!!!!
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uselessalexis165 · 10 months
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more of some of my favorite siblings
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nellycanwrite · 2 years
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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-
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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:
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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:
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my art style has. improved???
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mymanymerrymuses · 1 year
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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
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biographydivider · 6 months
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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!
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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?"
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magicalmadrigals · 2 months
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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 :)
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toomuchracket · 4 months
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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
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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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. 
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isleofdarkness · 6 months
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I would like to give every single one of the mim kiddos their comfort food and a weighted blanket in a nice small dark space with only one door
Not to be dramatic but every single Mim kid would now kill for you. I hope you realize this means I'm gonna tell you everyone's comfort food.
Maverick; rose hips. There are climbing roses at Dragon Hall and she used to take breaks from studying all the time to eat the rose hips. And Facilier never got angry at her for eating all of the rose hips. In fact, he started bringing in rose hip jams and jellies from the woods and giving it to her on toast so that she wouldn't need to go out of her way. It was one of her first good childhood memories.
Mordred; chokecherries. As a child, fae would sneak out all the time and break into Grimhilde's overgrown garden to see the stars, and fae would always snack on the chokecherries growing there. Fae thinks of it as faer first taste of freedom
Mara; chocolate, preferably dark. Like Riah she has a huge sweet tooth, and dark chocolate was the only sweet she could have for more of her life because Mim kept it for when they got migraines or PMS. She'd sneak down to the kitchen and eat as much of it as she possibly could.
Maddy; apple chips. Those were the closest thing she's ever had to a snack and they were always a reward for a job well done. They taste like her grandmother's approval.
Molly; tiny egg salad sandwiches. Only the tiny ones, the big ones don't have the same vibe
Malachi; coffee beans. He likes to just eat straight coffee beans. Do not judge him.
Malcolm; dandelion roots. After he helped Evie she was teaching him about plants and mentioned how pretty much every part of the dandelion could be eaten, pulling one out of the soil to show him which parts. Upon hearing the roots could be eaten, he tugged off one of the roots and popped it into his mouth. Evie laughed at him and told him that he was supposed to wash it off first, and her laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard.
Malvolia- fire cakes. Fire cakes are basically mixing flour and water, putting it on a flat stone, and putting that stone into a fire until the "cakes" "bake." It started as a survival trick but she put so much effort into telling Morwenna that these things were the best ever (Morwenna, like children are, was picky but this was all they had) that Malvolia actually started to love them.
Morwenna- fire cakes because Malvolia loves them and it's something the two share.
Mace- clover. Mace saw the bunnies eating clover, decided to try it, and now he loves it.
Madrigal and Morpheus- salicornia. The two love having the freedom to explore and find edible plants. Salicornia was the first plant Uma taught them so it has a special place in their hearts
Mage- wild onion
Mallory- wild carrot
Mavis- anything with peanut butter
Maxine- pinecones purely for the looks of horror
Mystica- tuna
Morrigan- bread dipped in olive oil
Morticia- elderberries
Mildred- literally any food comforts it
Mabuz- kudzu. Mabuz is the only thing saving the Isle from Death By Kudzu
Midnight- black-eyed susans
Michael- queen anne's lace
Malacoda- wild lettuce
Mora- wild mint
Maddox- Irish mint
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sketchncanto · 2 years
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So I edited/added to my little screenplay ficlet that I wrote a few months ago! Also posted this on AO3 for anyone that wants to read it there!
I can't get enough of baby Dolores and Bruno's relationship man. I'm eventually gonna write/post more little moments between him and all of the kids because (in Abuela Alma's voice) the brainrot is STRONG!
For clarity and to ease the reading experience, here's a description of the terminology I used, just in case anyone's like "how do you read a screenplay, what are these letters)
INT. and EXT.: Describes whether the location is indoors or outdoors (interior, exterior).
O.S.: Off screen. A character is speaking outside of the proverbial camera. They're out of the shot.
BEAT.: A beat refers to a pause. If there's a beat written, there's a moment or two of pause or silence.
The bits in parentheses are meant to be read as thoughts, feelings, tones and adjectives. (I prob didn't need to mention this but I wanted to just in case someone was like whaaat)
Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3
Edit: Idk why the spacing looks dumb on mobile, but looks normal on web? 🥲 Anyway let me know if it looks okay/is easy to follow when reading
INT. CASA MADRIGAL - VARIOUS INTERIORS
The Madrigals are having a game night and It's loud. The grown-ups are at the dinner table drinking, laughing and throwing cards around. Luisa (3)and Isabela (5) run around the foyer, playing tag and squealing as little girls up past their bedtimes do. Dolores lays on her stomach on the floor, attempting to draw a picture on a piece of paper with a crayon, but is interrupted by Luisa and Isa running by. The adults suddenly get riled up and cheer from the other room, causing poor little Dolores to cringe and cover her ears. Dolores, now visibly overwhelmed and fed the-hell up, gathers her paper and crayon in one hand, and covers an ear with the other and heads upstairs.
INT. BRUNO’S ROOM
Bruno sits at his little wooden drafting table, sketching a rat, who’s visibly struggling to hold a pose. BRUNO(O.S.) Almost done Alexander, just a little longer.
Alexander holds his pose, trembling. Bruno quickly and loosely sketches, looking up at the rat from his paper and down periodically. BRUNO(CONT’D) Oh come on, you’re strong– I’ve seen you lift an empanada twice your size.
A soft knock at the door. Bruno keeps sketching without looking up.
BRUNO(CONT’D) Come in!
Nothing. 
BRUNO(CONT’D) (Again) Come in!
Still nothing.
Bruno, visibly confused, turns in his seat and looks at his door. He gets up and walks to the door and opens it to find a tiny Dolores looking down at her feet. He smiles tenderly.
BRUNO (soft, warm) Hi Dolores. Any particular reason why you’re lookin’ at your feet?
Dolores looks up at her Tio with huge, watery eyes when… WEPA! The adults downstairs cheer and laugh wildly. Dolores promptly cringes and hugs Bruno’s leg.
Bruno’s tender smile falls– he gets it. He bends down and scoops his sobrina up, who then nestles into his neck and covers her ears. She starts sniffling. Bruno rubs and pats her back, trying to console her.
BRUNO (soft, warm..quiet) It’s okay, come on.
Bruno turns to head into his room, Dolores in arm and closes the door behind him.
INT. BRUNO’S ROOM (AT HIS DRAFTING TABLE)
Bruno sits Dolores down in his chair. He kneels down and wipes her eyes with his thumbs, then gives her a tissue which she then uses to blow her nose.
BRUNO (with a warm smile) You okay, kiddo?
Little Dolores nods and gives Bruno the snotty tissue. She picks up her crayon and starts drawing. Bruno tosses the tissue across the room missing the trash can (he doesn’t care– he’ll get it later) and continues with his rat sketch. 
BRUNO Alexander, I’m gonna need you to come back, amigo.  I forgot what position your leg was in.
Alexander doesn’t come back.
Dolores grabs her paper and presents it to her Tio (like check this shit out). It’s a drawing of her as a princess standing next to a big, burly man.
BRUNO That’s pretty good! (a beat) (pointing at the man on the paper) Who’s that?
DOLORES (frankly) My husband.
Bruno looks at his sister’s child, not surprised at all by her statement. This is Pepa’s kid, afterall. 
BRUNO (holding up his paper) Look at mine.
DOLORES (face scrunched, perplexed and kinda disgusted) His face looks weird– and why is his leg like that?
BRUNO (slightly taken aback, looking at Dolores and then quickly back down to his paper to keep sketching)
W-well I’m not done yet. (to Alexander somewhere in the room) And my model left me, so I had to guess.
DOLORES Well I think his weird face and leg give him character.
Bruno examines his little sketch.
BRUNO (You have a point) Mmyeh..
Alexander hops back up on the table, examining the sketch and squeaks.
BRUNO I dunno what you just said, but I’m gonna pretend it was a compliment.
Dolores giggles.
A knock at the door. Pepa pokes her head in the room before coming in.
DOLORES (softly) Hi, mami.
PEPA Hi, bebé.
Pepa walks up to the table to see what the rodents of the house were up to.
PEPA (warmly, to Bruno) Had a feeling she’d be in here.
BRUNO Yeah, guess you guys were being too loud for her.
Pepa, now visibly dismayed, looks to her daughter.
PEPA (Kneeling down next to Dolores) Bebita, w-were we too– 
DOLORES –loud? Yes.
Pepa looks at her brother. Even after all these years, he’s still the same soft, quiet mouse (well, rat more like) that preferred to be away from the noise. She can see him in her daughter.
PEPA (remorsefully, soft) Oh, Lola, I’m so sorry. It’s just.. We.. we’re working on it.
DOLORES (holding up her drawing to Pepa) It’s okay. Tio and I drew pictures.
PEPA Oh! Una princesa! Very nice.
DOLORES (snatches Bruno’s sketch from under his elbow) Look at Tio’s.
BRUNO (just realizing what happened, too late) Wait Dolor–
PEPA (uncomfortably) ..cute!
BRUNO (to Pepa, sarcastic) You’re so encouraging. I’d like to see you draw a rat--or anything.
PEPA (shooting him a look) Don’t start. (changing the subject) Alright, bebé, es hora de domir!  Say goodnight to your Tio.
DOLORES Goodnight, Tio.
She wraps her little arms around his neck and they share a hug. She pecks him on the cheek.
BRUNO (warmly) Buenos noches.
Dolores pauses and looks at Bruno, clearly unsatisfied.
BRUNO (furrowing his brow, confused) What?
DOLORES (clearly offended, crossing her arms) You didn’t give me a goodnight kiss.
BRUNO Oh, excuse me, what kind of Tio am I?
Bruno grabs Dolores in a cradle and starts attacking her cheek with kisses–she’s a tiny giggling mess. Pepa watches in adoration, melting at the sight. She loves her brother’s relationship with the kids–especially her daughter.
DOLORES (still giggling, struggling to get a word out) Okay, okay!!
BRUNO Wait, hold on, gotta get the other one.
He turns her head with a finger and starts peppering kisses on that side. Bruno hated getting kissed like that as a kid–ironic.
He finally lets her up from his clutches, smug.
BRUNO Happy now?
DOLORES (wiping her face) My face is all wet.
BRUNO You should be used to this by now, kid.  Look who your mother is.
PEPA He’s right, Lola.
Without any hesitation, Pepa grabs her brother by his cheeks and starts peppering kisses all over his face. Dolores looks on, amused.
BRUNO P-Pepa, knock it off! (struggling to talk past the constant contact and cheek squishes, annoyed) I a-already washed my face for the night! Now I gotta do it all over again!
Pepa lets go of his face, proud of the fact that she can still annoy him just as much as she did when they were younger. He promptly starts wiping his face with his sleeve like an annoyed cat. Pepa scoops up Dolores and turns to head for the door.
PEPA Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Besides, washing your face twice wouldn’t hurt. Your pores are huge. 
BRUNO (get out of my room) Goodnight Pepa.  (lovingly) Goodnight Dolores… oh wait, your picture!
DOLORES You can keep it Tio.  I don't get attached to my work..  It slows me down. 
BRUNO (who is this kid?) Oh, um.. Alright then.
Dolores waves to Bruno from her mom’s shoulder. He waves back as they leave the room. Bruno looks down at the picture Dolores scribbled. He grabs a thumbtack and attaches the drawing to the wall above his drafting table. That kid isn’t allowed to grow up.
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waitingonavision · 2 years
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Encanto Ficlet 2: Telling, & Time
Can’t do a six-sentence fic to save my life, apparently. Also: This fic flies in the face of so many popular headcanons (ones I love and subscribe to), but just. Let me have this lol. And it’s not the only Bruno and Antonio idea I have. This will go up on AO3 soon it’s there now!—with some additional notes—as a “chapter” in my ficlet collection (even though it’s very much a part of “pancita-verse.”) [edit] Forgot to mention that @sketchnwhatevr‘s draws of Bruno and Antonio were a helpful reference point (their relative heights!) while I was writing this 🥺
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There’s a patter of shoes on stone tile, then, “¡Tío!”
“Oof! ¿Q-qué hubo, Toñito? Heh, you’re gonna knock your poor tío over one of these days, y’know?”
The diminutive, recently minted six-year-old giggles from where he’s latched onto Bruno’s side. As his laughter trails off, he begins to shuffle in place a little, swishing the ruana he has grasped in his hands. I get that, kid, Bruno can’t help but think over the next several seconds of quiet fidgeting.
He’s about to open his mouth—patient, whispered words at the ready—when the boy beats him to the punch.
“…Can you tell me a story, Tío?”
Bruno cocks his head at that, eyes softening further.
“‘Course, kiddo.”
Antonio lights right up, and now he’s pulling his tío by the hand until they reach one of the armchairs en la sala. The two settle onto it with ease.
“So, hmm… What kinda story d’you want today?” Bruno asks as he props his feet and Antonio curls up on the big cushiony seat, nestling his head against his tío’s side again. A year ago, Bruno muses, and he would have made the worst pillow… Good thing he has a far less bony hip and a bit of a belly to offer these days.
It doesn’t take long for an answer to come bubbling forth. “One about your rats!”
“My rats?” Bruno scratches at his chin. “I mean, happy to, Toñito. But, um, you can-you can talk to them, right? I bet there’s loads they could tell you about their adventures… and way better than I could!”
He feels Antonio give a light shrug.
“I talk to them a lot. They’re really great friends.” (Hearing that, Bruno is every bit the proud rat mamá.)
“But, I wanna hear you talk about them, Tío.” A casual poke to his tummy. “‘Cuz you tell the best stories!”
Oh. And now he’s one sweet little sobrino’s verklempt tío.
“A- Thanks, Toño. Okay. Yeah, thanks to— er, happy to.” Graceful as always.
Paying it no mind, Antonio just scooches even closer and waits for Bruno to start.
And when the boy falls asleep, lulled by the tale and the gentle voice telling it, Bruno doesn’t feel the least bit put out. They’ll simply pick things up another day, maybe tomorrow, like they’ve done in the past, and continue with the same story. Or perhaps circle back to give it a different spin.
No matter what they choose, there’s comfort in knowing that time is theirs; that story time is, well, only a tío-tackle away.
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lunamadrigal · 2 years
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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
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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
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agerefandom · 2 years
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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
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mymanymerrymuses · 2 years
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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
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biographydivider · 2 years
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Who wants some Grumpy Bruno fanfic? Me, I do. So I wrote some.
I've seen a lot of Stop Infantalising Bruno discourse recently, and I wanted to write a situation where he could be a grumpy, sleep deprived old man and still (hopefully!) be loveable. Because I personally love those little flashes of temper we get from him...plus, it gave me a chance to find some fun Spanish swears!
Also I've resigned myself to every single one of these having a book reference in them; my real life is either selling books or writing them so I guess I have them on the brain haha. You can check out more of my fanfic (and the translations for the Spanish that I got from Babbel.com) here.
“Spiders are some of the most eff…um, effic…some of the most…”                Bruno glanced over Antonio’s shoulder at the encyclopaedia. “‘Efficient’,” he said. “Don’t worry, kid; that’s a big word, even for me.”                Antonio smiled gratefully, turning back to the page. “Okay. Efffishant. Spiders are some of the most efffishant hunters in the animal ki..kingdom. They spin webs to…”                Another weeknight; another Family Weirdo Club Bedtime. Mirabel was nestled in a comfortable spot under the gigantic tree in the middle of Antonio’s room, Chispi by her side, while Bruno and Antonio were curled up together in the pile of leaves, cushions, extra bedding and general comfy detritus that made up the best reading nook in the Encanto. Bruno was half asleep, lying back against a pillow Mirabel had sewed for Antonio out of his oldest, softest, most faded ruana. Was this the seventeenth time he’d heard about how spiders catch their prey, or the sixteenth? Mmyeh, didn’t matter. Kid was getting better with his reading. Pepa was happy, Mirabel got time and space to knit so she was happy. Hence, Bruno was happy.                A shadow fell over the pair. Bruno looked up into the amber eyes of the most dangerous, unpredictable creature in the entire Encanto – including his sisters. And it was looking directly down at him.                “Um,” Bruno said warily, as Parce the jaguar edged a little closer. “H-hi, Kitty?”                “Parce wants to snuggle!” Antonio chirped, delighted.                “W-well, that’s great, kiddo,” Bruno said, edging up the cushion pile, eyes never leaving the big cat in front of him, “but Tio Bruno super doesn’t want to snuggle.”                It wasn’t that Bruno disliked cats. He just didn’t trust them. They had weird, intense stares – Parce was always watching him – and Bruno didn’t like human eye contact, let alone eye contact with a creature that could pick its teeth with his ribs. Plus, y’know, he was a rat guy. Rats and cats didn’t exactly get along.                Parce put one giant paw on Bruno’s stomach.                “Ah-heh…um…Antonio…?”                “Parce,” Antontio said – that big, innocent grin never leaving his face – “come look at the pictures with me! Look at the spider webs!”                Parce gave Bruno one last, long stare, before removing his paw and leaping over the pair in a single bound.                “Eep,” Bruno would have said, if he weren’t an incredibly brave and constantly stoic man. Which, you know. He was. Parce laid his massive head across Antonio’s belly and yawned, showing off a set of huge, white canines, before closing his eyes and dozing for the rest of Storytime. Bruno had to admit, it wasn’t his best work. His performance of the titular Frog in Oi, Frog! left much to be desired. As much as he loved spending time with Antonio, he kinda just wanted to get in his own bedroom – with his pets that wouldn’t turn on him in the blink of an eye and eat him alive – and have a good, restful night’s sleep.                And, of course, because he was Bruno Madrigal and his life was one big cosmic joke, he had sleep visions all night. Not about the jaguar, that was a blessing, at least. No; these were weird, twisted half-prophecies, showing him a mix of things from the past, blurred over with green, sandy film of time. Pepa in particular showed up a lot, that night – twenty-seven years old, in her soaked wedding dress with her hair stuck to her forehead, dancing at Dolores’ wedding far off in the future. Why was he thinking about Pepa? Everything was fine with Pepa. Wasn’t it?                Did Pepa still hate him for the wedding thing?                What if he did it again at Dolores’ wedding? What if he opened his big mouth and ruined everything?                Was that what the vision was trying to warn him about?                Shut up, Bruno. You need to sleep. Go to sleep…now. Now. Now? Please go to sleep…                In the end, Bruno estimated he got about two hours’ sleep. At five to nine, he finally gave up, dragged himself downstairs, poured himself the largest cup of coffee possible, and sat through Morning Briefing, not registering a word, barely noticing his family. As soon as the last syllable of ‘La Familia Madrigal’ left his mouth, he downed the last of his coffee, slammed the cup down, and hauled himself back upstairs to bed.                Low moods didn’t hit very often, these days. Bruno had been working on his coping mechanisms – meditating, getting fresh air, affirmations, blah blah blah. But when he was tired, they hit him all the harder. Add to that the fun of reliving the past and the future at the same time all night? Day was shot before it began. He buried his face in the pillow, curled himself up in his sheets, and prepared himself for a day of sifting through sickly green thoughts and not much else. Dios, he was tired. His head felt like it was about to fall off his neck and shatter. Couldn’t even sleep right. Tu es loco, ‘Brunito,’ he thought spitefully to himself. Loco, tarado, maldito…                About an hour later, the door creaked open.                “Hey, Bruno…”                “Not in the mood, Félix,” Bruno said, not lifting his head from the pillow, his voice muffled.                “Bro, I just gotta ask you if –”                “Vete a freír espárragos, Félix, seriously,” Bruno growled, propping himself up on one arm. “Que te folle un pez, I just want five minutes on my…uh…oh.”                There, standing in Bruno’s bedroom doorway, was Félix. Holding a scandalised Antonio in his arms.                “Félix,” Bruno said, scrambling into a sitting position. “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t –”                “It’s alright, Tio Bruno,” Antonio said primly. “I’m not allowed to copy bad words. Camilo taught me to say tresero, and Mamá said…”                “Okay, okay, hombre,” Félix interrupted, jostling the kid in his arms. “Hey, let’s just see if your sister can look after you today, ‘kay? Tio Bruno is…tired.”                “Félix…”                The side-eye Félix gave him reminded Bruno of his sister, which sent another spike of shame through his guts. “S’alright. Get some rest, bro.”                And they were gone. Bruno fell back against the mattress, pressed the pillow over his face, and swore some more. The really, really bad ones, this time. Well, it had taken a few months, but he finally messed up things with Antonio. The quirky, harmless image of Fun Tio Bruno had been shattered in the amount of time it took him to tell his Pá to piss off. There goes Family Weirdo Club. He’d never be asked to babysit again. He’d been doing such a good job with not using bad words around the kids, too. Stupid sleep visions. Stupid gift. Stupid him.                Somewhere around an hour later, just as his temper was starting to cool and congeal into a thick layer of self-pity (and sleep was still a thousand miles away), the door opened again. Bruno pressed his hands against the pillow still strewn over his face and let out a long, strangled noise somewhere between a scream and a sob. “Please,” he moaned, “I am exhausted, and I’m in such a bad mood, please just leave me alone to…”                Two gigantic paws hit the mattress with a thump. Bruno lifted the pillow away to find Parce staring down at him.                “Erm…h-hey, Kitty,” he gulped. “Félix send you to eat me for cursing in front of his kid?”                Parce titled his head this way and that, before hauling himself up onto the bed. The mattress groaned a little beneath the extra weight, and Bruno suddenly had images of shattered wood and feathers flying through the air. Bruno scooched up the bed, away from the gigantic cat, but Parce butted his huge head none too gently against his cheek with a deep, low ‘mmrow’. Something was tied around his neck; a green ribbon, with a scroll of paper tied to it. Bruno tentatively reached for it, snatching his hand away as soon as possible. Parce started kneading the mattress, staring into the middle distance, as Bruno unfurled the scroll with shaking fingers.                It was a drawing. A drawing of Bruno and Antonio, holding hands. Or, at least, Bruno suspected they were holding hands. Their palms kinda intermeshed. Bruno’s hair came down to his waist in long, grey scribbles, while Antonio’s manic smile went outside of his face. Bruno loved it instantly. Written in the corner in huge wobbly script, was a message.                ‘TIO BRUNO. GET WELL SOON. PARCE WANTS TO SNUGL WITH YO TIL YU ARE HAPPEE AGAIN. LOVE, ANTONIO MADRIGAL.’                In a neater, smaller hand underneath was written;                ‘Don’t worry, Parce won’t eat your rats. Unless you say more bad words. Come find us after your nap. Dolores xoxo’                Bruno felt his heart melt into a lump of warm, gooey affection. “So I haven’t totally messed up then, huh?” he asked Parce. Parce purred, blinking slowly. “Okay,” Bruno sighed, letting the drawing flutter to the floor and stuffing the pillow back under his head, “I guess you can stay and snugg—oof!”                Parce pressed his head against Bruno’s cheek again, so hard it moved Bruno’s head to the side, all the while purring even louder. “Pfffttt, ppfffbtttt, pff,” Bruno sputtered, getting a fine mist of jaguar hair across his nose and mouth. Parce didn’t smell like Bruno thought he would; like blood and viscera and abject terror. He smelled like…like a warm, clean animal. “Come on, now, settle down.” He reached up, haltingly, and held out his hand for Parce to love on instead. The big cat pressed his cheek against Bruno’s knuckles, eyes closed in contentment.                “Hey, y-you’re actually kinda cute, aren’tcha?” Bruno murmured with a small smile, his fingers getting lost in the thick, white fluff of Parce’s chest. Parce blinked down at him, eyes soft and full of affection. How had he ever thought this cat was creepy? He was just…well, intense. Plus, c’mon; it’s not like Bruno could complain about someone having a staring problem, now was it?                “Good Kitty, such a nice kittycat, yes you are…”                Parce turned around a handful of times in Bruno’s lap (“watch the paws,” Bruno winced, “watch the paws –!”) before settling down across his stomach, purring so loudly Bruno swore he could feel it in his bones. The weight of Parce across his torso was enough to help him relax, just a little bit – feeling the warmth and sturdy weight of this creature that had chosen, apparently, to spend time with him. Even if he was a screwup who swore in front of five-year-olds. “Thanks, buddy,” Bruno said with a yawn, reaching up to scratch behind one gigantic, spotted ear. Parce made a friendly noise in the back of his throat, tail twitching against the bare skin of Bruno’s arm, then laid his head along Bruno’s chest and closed his eyes. And, after a long moment, Bruno did the same.
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