#madrigaydays2023

[badwaves]

isa holds an important sister conference for day one of madrigay days: coming out! love these crazy kids

[sketchncanto]

Madrigaydays: first kiss! 🌸

I’m a day late but yeah!!

I hc that Isa had her first kiss at 17 and that’s when she discovered that she’s not as good at controlling her flowers as she thought she was lol

[lvnamuraart]

Madrigay days 🏳️‍🌈 - Flags

It always surprises me that people forget that you can be asexual AND other sexualities at the same time. Anyway, my little contribution to this topic uwu

[omgcheez]

Isabela Madrigal, but her color pallete is the lesbian flag.

[greenvillainredemption]

Madrigaydays 1 - Coming out

I like a silly casual coming out. Not my best work but I’m kinda liking the shitty vibe (affectionate), featuring Elsa because I didn’t want to make an oc, she was already on my mind after today’s wdtajn one-shot, and my elsabela brainrot is terminal. 💕

[coolunclebruno]

My Flag Will Not Fall

[link at the end of fic]

Mirabel looked down at the blanket she just made. 

The blanket was the colors of the rainbow, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, y’know, the whole nine yards. 

She had wanted to put her crochet skills to the test and had decided on doing something with multiple colors, so, she thought, why not make a rainbow blanket? And thus, here she was, with a brand new blanket, and no one to give it to. 

Should she keep it to herself? No, she had more than enough blankets, she didn’t need another one.

“Oh!” she exclaimed out loud. “Why don’t I give it to tío Bruno? I’m sure he’d love something like this!”

Knock knock knock

“Hey tío, I wanted to ask y- Oh! Hola tío Miguel!”

Mirabel opened Bruno’s bedroom door to see Bruno and Miguel laying on the bed together, Miguel spooning Bruno, while Bruno was reading a book.

“Oh! Hola Mira, how nice to see you!”

“Nice to see you’re making progress in learning to knock, kid,” Bruno joked, closing the book he had in his hands. “What’s up?”

“Haha, very funny,” Mirabel rummages through her bag, looking for it. “I was actually wondering if you’d like this,” she says, pulling out the blanket and showing it to her uncle. 

Bruno lazily sat up, examining the fabric, while Miguel rested his head on his hand, still laying down.

“Oh wow, did you make that?” Bruno asked.

“ Sí, thank you for noticing,” Mirabel proudly smiled, fixing her glasses.

Bruno stood up and walked over to take a closer look, feeling the material in his hand. Mirabel handed the whole thing to him, wrapping himself in it. 

“Hmm…,” Bruno paused in thought. “It’s very cozy…I think I’ll take it!”

“ Ay, I know you would!” Mirabel exclaimed, pulling him into one of her signature tight hugs. “I’m so happy you like it.”

“It’s no problem, kid,” Bruno gently pulled himself out of the hug. “Thank you for giving it to me, I’ll be sure to put it to good use.”

“Glad to hear! See you guys later!” she exclaimed, leaving the room and closing the door. 

Bruno twirled around in the blanket, pretending it was a cape.

“Y’know what it reminds me of?” Miguel had pulled himself up and was now leaning on his elbows.

“What’s that, hon?” 

“It weirdly reminds me of a flag.”

Bruno looked at the material that was over his shoulders. “I think I can see what you’re getting at.”

Miguel motioned for Bruno to come back to the bed, to which he happily obliged, jumping back onto the bed and covering both him and Miguel with the blanket.

“Do you want me to keep spooning you, querido?”

“Actually, I think I’d like to be the big spoon this time if you don’t mind.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

And so, the two slowly fell asleep, cuddled against one another, enveloped in the blanket.

Their blanket. 

link to fic on a03; https://archiveofourown.org/works/48185326

[spooky-spextre-arts]

Madrigays 2023 | Day 4: Flags

For the Madrigaydays event on Twitter + here on Tumblr, is a rough inked drawing of a slightly older (probably two or three years ahead of canon) Mirabel - unashamedly bi/pan/open to interpretation.

[badwaves]

day two of madrigay days: transition! feat. julieta’s HRT arepas and bruno oversharing about an effect of testosterone that i also thought was really funny when it happened to me

[badwaves]

a cheeky interpretation of the day four prompt for madrigay days: flag(ging) ;)

[omgcheez]

Madrigay Days: Drag

[greenvillainredemption]

Madrigaydays 4 - flag

I’m a day behind but look she wants to show u the new skirt she made!!

[coolunclebruno]

Poor Timing [Tumblr Preview]

[Trying something new here! link to the rest of the fic at the end.]

“ Muy bien todas, dinner is ready!”

Dinner had always been the most important part of the day for the Madrigals, besides breakfast. It was the time of day when everyone came home from doing their chores and activities, and could just sit down and relax and eat as a family. 

And now that Julieta no longer had to make everything by herself, it had become a sort of group activity, with the kids offering their help to her, even Alma offered her cooking wisdom!

They all trickled into the dining room, including Mariano, whom Dolores had invited to dinner. Everyone was here! 

Everyone, except…

“Where’s Bruno and Miguel?” Mirabel looked at the two empty seats that would usually house the inseparable two. “They’re usually here by now…”

“I think I last saw them heading to their room,” Julieta said, placing down the last of the rice on the table. 

“I can go up and get the-”

“No need, Mirabel, I can do it today,” Alma assured her, slowly getting out of her seat just as her granddaughter was getting out of her seat. 

“Oh, are you sure, Abuela? I don’t really mind if-”

“No, I insist, you’ve done enough work today, and you deserve a bit of rest,” Abuela patted Mirabel on the shoulder, putting her back in her seat, and left the dining room. 

“¡ Gracias, Abuela!”

“That was nice of her, don’t you think?” Julieta sat down next to Pepa, as she usually did.

“Yeah, it was, but what do you think they’re doing?” Pepa moved some corn onto her plate.

Julieta shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe they’re working on a project? I know Miguel helps out with Bruno’s ‘rat novelas’ sometimes.”

“Maybe! Or maybe they’re upstairs making dulce, dulce amor !” Pepa joked, holding her hands up to her cheek in mock whimsy.

Instead of a small chuckle or a scolding, as Pepa was expecting, she saw the color drain out of Julieta’s face.

“Y-you don’t think they’re actually-”

Just then, their conversation was abruptly cut by the sound of two voices yelling upstairs. 

“ B-BRUNO ?”

“ MA, LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY, GET OUT !”

link to fic on a03; https://archiveofourown.org/works/48233344

[greenvillainredemption]

Madrigaydays 2 - transition

Self insert because I don’t really have any trans hcs, and I’m not even sure if I could be trans or if I’m just dysphoric and dealing with it, or maybe I am trans and I’m just in denial thinking I can deal with my dysphoria on my own, and I’ve actually been looking into hrt blah blah I’m having a crisis oversharing etc etc. (if anyone’s wondering if I prefer any pronouns rn I don’t really care and never have tbh, especially when it’s online)

Anyway. I see people hcing Julieta’s magic including hrt, which I don’t think is technically healing anything but shhhh it’s magic. I also don’t think hrt can make your chest flat, but, again, shhhhhhhhhh it’s magiiiiiiic. I basically already look like this, minus the chest reduction, and the facial hair is a little exaggerated because irl it’s there but not prominent because it’s light.

Nobody asked for this much information but y’all know I’m always down to overshare.

[greenvillainredemption]

Madrigaydays 5-7 - Drag, Support, + Celebration!

Very late and half-assed shoving all the prompts together because time, but I like it. I kinda forgot that drag is a more adult activity, so I made Mirabel and Camilo like they’re just dressing up as each other for funsies without all the makeup and uhhhh body enhancements. Though the rest of them don’t have any of that either lol.

[coolunclebruno]

Todos Me Miran!

[link at end of fic, accompanied by some really great art by @piepelu, which you'll see on the a03 page!]

To say Bruno was having the toughest night of his life would be the understatement of the century. 

He had put all of his blood, sweat, and especially his tears into getting “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes: The Play” off the ground and onto the stage of the theater his group performed at. It wasn’t an easy task! He had to not only select group members for roles, but also had to have an audition for extra roles, main character roles, extras for main character roles, etc. And Bruno hated to hurt people’s feelings, and seeing people walk off disappointed when they were denied a role did not make him feel great, but it was a necessity in the end. 

He also had to set up concessions and the cost of said concessions, and had to persuade his sobrinos y sobrinas to man the concessions stand and the ticket booth. 

That part was actually the easy part because his sobrinos y sobrinas were always more than happy to help him out with any project he had, and he was always grateful for their help. 

Now, tonight was opening night, and not only did they run out of popcorn and had to make a quick mad-dash to the closest food store, but Gloria, the actress who played Marilyn, had broken her nose after tripping on the stairs exiting the stage and her extra-

“An hour?! Selena, we don’t have an hour!”

Was currently running late, just when the most iconic scene, the “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” number, was going to come on in 15 minutes. 

So, yes, Bruno was just mere moments away from grabbing a handful of the curtains and screaming into them, thank you very much. 

“No, no, I get it, I get that you don’t have control over the traffic Selena, but, you have to understand, I am about to…no, no, I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you don’t deserve to be the target of my frustration, l-listen…just, call me when you’re near the theater, okay? Good luck with traffic.”

Beep

“So that’s it then, my play is a failure…”

Bruno hung up the phone and slid down out of his chair and onto the floor in utter defeat.

“ Think, think, think! There’s got to be something I can do to keep this going… ”

Bruno ran his hands down his face in a desperate attempt to think. There was no one here who could memorize the lines, get in costume, and sing and dance on short notice.

No one, except…

Bruno sat up in realization.

Should he? 

I mean, would it be possible? How would the audience react, would they be confused and angered or would they go along with it?

No, no, he couldn’t…but, then again…

Bruno stood up and made his way to the door, just as it was being opened by Melanie, the costume director.

“Ah, g-good, Melanie, I was looking for you…,” he stuttered. “I need you to get me the Marilyn dress and a corset, is that okay with you?”

Melanie nodded and hurried out of the room.

“Oh! I need you to help me into the corset, if you don’t mind,” he called after her.

Bruno made his way over to a mirror and table that was in the corner of the room and pulled out a drawer that had a makeup set in it.

“ I trust myself more with this role than anyone here, if I’m being honest…,” he thought, putting his hair up into a bun.

Miguel was starting to get a bit worried.

The curtains had not opened since the beginning of intermission, which was now half an hour ago, and they were supposed to open ten minutes ago.

Everyone in the audience was starting to get restless, murmurs of confusion and annoyance were rippling through the seats.

Miguel had gotten a text from Bruno fifteen minutes ago notifying him about the situation regarding the Marilyn actress, and it sounded pretty serious. Had they not been able to sort that out yet?

Just as he was about to get up out of his seat and see for himself, a loudspeaker crackled.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! We apologize for the delay, but we had run into unforeseen setbacks. Please enjoy the rest of the show!”

There were cheers and sighs of relief through the theater, Miguel joining them.

“ Looks like they were able to sort it out after all ,” Miguel thought to himself. 

The curtains opened, and the crowd drew silent at the scene before them. 

A large, sparkly staircase was set in the middle of the stage, candelabras adorning the balusters. 

Men in tuxedos danced around the stage carrying trays of diamonds and necklaces, while women in fluffy dresses danced with them, suddenly grinding to a halt as the stage light fixed on a lone figure in a glittery pink dress.

They slowly turned around, revealing themselves to be…

“ Wait…Bruno?! ” Miguel’s jaw practically fell to the floor.

And it sure was Bruno, wearing the iconic pink dress and gloves, his chest hair visibly peeking out from the brassiere. Despite not having shaved, he had also apparently put on makeup, blush was carefully powdered on his cheeks, red lipstick was visible, and he had even stuck on fake eyelashes. 

The audience too was shocked, with small gasps and murmurs waving out through the rows, before being quickly silenced by music, and as Bruno began to make his way down the stairs, he started to sing.

“ The French are glad to die for love, they delight in fighting duels… ”

Bruno raised up his arms behind his head, revealing his armpit hair, as he kept singing.

“ But I prefer a man who lives and gives…expensive…jewels… ”

The way Bruno moved was sultry and smooth, almost like he was Marilyn Monroe herself. 

Miguel was still in a state of shock, mouth agape, but not out of disgust.

But rather, at how gorgeous Bruno looked. 

Miguel couldn’t explain it, but the way he looked like he was a goddess that had stepped out of heaven, like Aphrodite herself stepping out of the sea…it was like all of the oxygen in his lungs was now gone, because how could he even dream of breathing in the same air as this incredible being?

Miguel wanted so badly to be those men in suits on stage, holding onto Bruno and twirling him in the air, only to catch him in his arms. Watching Bruno dance was akin to being under hypnosis, it was simply breathtaking. 

Before he knew it, the dancing and singing were over, and he was the first to stand up in an ovation.

He was sure Bruno blew a kiss his way. 

Thankfully, Selena had just driven into the parking lot right as the singing and dancing were over, so Bruno didn’t have to perform in her place for the rest of the play.

Not that he wouldn’t of minded, of course.

Now he was backstage in his dressing room, the dress now back on folded on the table, the high heels thrown onto the couch along with the gloves, all that was left on was the corset and the makeup.

And of course, his underwear, Bruno wasn’t a freak. 

Bruno was just starting to take off the eyelashes when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

In the mirror, Bruno could see Miguel standing in the doorway and turned around to greet him.

“Oh, hey Migo! How’d you like i-”

In just a couple of strides, Miguel had made it across the room and now had Bruno on the table and his tongue down his throat.

Bruno just wrapped his legs around Miguel’s torso and pushed Miguel even more into the kiss with his hand, enjoying the moment. 

Miguel pulled away to catch his breath.

“ Dios, you don’t know how badly I want to nibble on those legs of yours…”

“I take it you liked my performance, then?” Bruno chuckled, untangling his legs and getting down from the table to continue with what he was doing.

“Oh, cariño, you have no idea,” Miguel smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt. “You were incredible! You were just…wow!”

“I can’t believe I left you speechless!” Bruno laughed. “How’d the rest of my family react?”

Miguel looked sheepishly down toward the floor. 

“I actually don’t know…I ran right past them to get here.”

“Miguel! Even I know that’s rude!”

“I’m sorry! You were just so beautiful, and I just had to see you.”

Bruno walked up and gave Miguel a kiss on the forehead. 

“Can you go back and find them, please? Let them know I’m getting ready now, and that I’ll see them once everything’s over.”

“Got it,” Miguel went to leave the room, before turning around one last time. 

“You were simply mesmerizing, mi amor .”

Bruno blushed, waving him goodbye, then turned back to the mirror. 

“Good to know I still got it…,” he said to his reflection.

thanks again to @piepelu for letting me use the sketch they had made! Thank you so much!

[coolunclebruno]

Familiar Stranger

[link posted at end of fic]

“Excuse me, señora ?”

Isabela, who was sitting with her legs kicking freely and had just been in the middle of admiring the flow of the river from the bridge, heard the voice from behind and turned around to see who it was, and she saw potentially the most out of place man she had ever seen.

He was short for starters, maybe a head or two shorter than her, and had his hair slicked back in a poofy pompadour and had the wisps of a mustache and a beard on his chin. He was wearing a brown suit and tie with almost comically large shoes, had red square-framed glasses perched upon his nose, and was holding a big brown leather suitcase. 

He had to be the most dorkish, most out-of-place man she’d ever seen, excluding her tío.

“Hm?”

“Do you think you could point me in the direction of the Pomar Inn?” the man asked. 

“Oh, yeah, just head that way,” Isabela said, pointing in the direction the man had just been walking from. “You just turn left at that building right there, go down the street, take another left, and it should be that yellow-orange building, with two stories and the empty planters in their windows.”

The man glanced behind him and then ran his hand down his face.

“I walked past that building twice …,” he said in a defeated tone.

Isabela put a hand over her mouth to hide her chuckle. “It’s your first time here at the Encanto, isn’t it?”

“You’d think so,” the man said. “But I actually grew up here and left for the city when I turned 18.” 

“Oh really?” Isabela perked up at hearing that. 

“Yes, I know, shocking,” he chuckled sarcastically, putting down his suitcase and taking a seat opposite Isabela. “But, yes I was born and raised here.”

He took a look around at the buildings on both sides of the river. “So much has changed since I left…”

“I’d argue that it all stayed the same…,” muttered Isabela. 

The man turned around to face Isabela to get a better look at her and tightened his face in thought. 

“Something wrong?”

“No, no…,” the man reassured. “It’s just…you look awfully familiar.” 

“What did you say your name was again?” he asked.

“I-I didn’t even say my name…,” Isabela stammered.

“Okay, well what is your name?” he asked. 

“Isabela Madrigal.”

“Isabela…,” the man said thoughtfully, rubbing his hand on his chin. 

Suddenly, the odd man shot back, face lit up with recognition. 

“I-Isabela Madrigal?!” he shouted. “ Dios mío! I can’t believe you’re the first person I asked here for help!” 

“Huh?” 

“I remember you! We went to the same school together! Do you not recognize me at least a little bit?”

Isabela took a good look at his face, only seeing a freckle that she hadn’t seen before. 

“No, no, sorry, I really don’t.”

To her surprise, he chuckled. 

“I suppose you wouldn’t after all these years,” he said, moving himself closer to Isabela. 

“How about this; do you remember a short girl being in your math class?”

“There were a lot of short girls?” Isabela said, confused. 

“She had a short bob, glasses that were too big for her face, and was really shy and quiet?”

Isabela tried to paint a picture in her mind, but nothing was really coming together…

“And she had a big nose.”

Suddenly, images of a girl flooded Isabela’s memory, a tiny, fragile-looking girl, who always seemed to be in a corner and looked like she was uncomfortable even in her own skin…

“Y-you’re…?”

“Lupita?” he asked, pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. “I guess you could say that! But I go by Bubo now, it’s what my friends call me.”

Bubo bent down to look for something in his suitcase, trying to suppress his grin as Isabela sputtered in shock. 

“B-b-but ho-what? How? I-how did you become a man?” she blurted out. 

Bubo looked up. 

“I didn’t become a man per se, I’ve always been a man deep down, you see. I take medicine now to make my appearance more like a man, and I got a ‘surgery’ to help with that, as well!” 

Isabela looked down in utter bewilderment, taking in the information that was just told to her. After some time, she finally spoke up.

“So…you’ve always felt like this?”

“For as long as I can remember, yeah,” said Bubo. 

“Wow…,” Isabela was speechless. “...You certainly seem happier.”

“Why, thanks for noticing!” Bubo laughed out loud. “You should see the look on your face right now, honestly!”

Isa giggled in unison. “I bet it’s something to behold, huh?”

The two laughed together like fools, before finally calming down. Bubo got up and grabbed his suitcase. 

“Well, I should make my way over to my hotel. I don’t want to keep them waiting! Thanks again for the directions!” he said, and started walking away.

“W-wait, Lu-sorry, Bubo!”

Bubo stopped and looked back.

“I…I don’t fully understand it…,” Isabela started slowly. “But, I’m really glad to see that you’re happy.”

Bubo grinned. “Thank you, Isabela. See you around town!” And he walked away towards his destination. 

Isabela stared as he turned around the corner. 

“ Hm, he’s actually kinda cute, I won’t lie…,” she thought to herself. 

link to fic on a03;