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I added his facial hair. Sorry I forgot before. I was wondering why something was off!🤦🏻‍♀️

isabela my beloved…. 🥺🌸

Storyboard of an animatic video about Isabela Madrigal, visiting different stages of her life. Still a WIP.

Youtube link with subtitles.

Part 2: A Madrigal Showtime, New Adventures of Encanto

Part 1: A Madrigal Showtime, New Adventures of Encanto

Some cousin interaction between eldest, middle and youngest children

she takes after you

love this! Whenever any of them makes this face Julieta rolls her eyes and says “Ay, (insert their name here). 🙄

Happy new year!

My drawing for @empty-cryptid for the Casa Brainrot Secret Santa event! Here's a little comic of their fic Tiny Tio. Mirabel and her sisters work to make a gingerbread casita.

“Are you going to make some for your mamá and your hermanas too?”

“No, papi. They don’t need it. They’re already pretty.”

“Well, yeah, that’s true. Make me pretty then, mi vida.”

My first work for the Encantober! Prompt: Sunset @encantober-official Initially I had a completely different idea, but then this composition hit me and I decided to do this. The previous idea will go for another day, then, and I am very proud of how this one turned out. So, to maybe clarify - I noticed that events of the movie happen almost in one day (wow, what an observation). Alma and Mirabel reconcile in the morning, Casita crumbles when it's twilight and Isabela's song happens during the sunset and then Mirabel's fight with Alma happens shortly after. So, I thought 'This is a good straight-forward metaphor, I can draw it' and I did :)

I bet in a different scene she had her own “I want song”

💜💐 Isabela appreciation post in honor of her birthday 🌵💙

Encanto Drabble for Isabela’s Birthday

I imagine the planter looking sorta like one of these.

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“¡Feliz cumpleaños!”

Isabela takes her tío’s cue, a tap on the shoulder, and opens her eyes. Sitting on the table is an object made entirely of wood. It is tiered: three levels offset at the angle, with cradles designed to hold soil and plants. The planks have been assembled, as well as stained, by a skilled hand.

“Tío Bruno!” She gasps, as she moves closer to the planter. “Did you make this?”

Based solely on the man’s shy shrug, the answer is a definite yes.

“Where did you learn woodwork?”

“Oh, well, I… I used to. You know, before. A little bit. I just enjoyed making things here and there. And then, after. In the, uh… Had a lot of time on my hands.”

Ah. He still gets tongue-tied, talking about the walls and the surrounding circumstances with the kids. Nevertheless, Isabela gathers that this is an abiding interest of her tío’s, both “before,” when she, her sisters, and her cousins were small, and “after,” when there wasn’t much for him to do in that awful seclusion but tinker around. (She doubts he had access to anything like stain for the wood. But oh, hadn’t Mira mentioned seeing a rat maze and a system of pipes?)

Isabela tells him she understands, and, “Thank you for such a beautiful present!”

She goes to lean down, and it’s then that she notices the warps in some of the pieces. The craggy knots and pits, and discoloration. Even the cradles are artfully uneven. The planter is not only beautiful, it’s…

When Isabela looks back up at Bruno, he’s smiling warmly, his round cheeks dimpling.

“Thank you,” she says again, rising to give her tío a proper hug.

“What could I do if I just knew it didn’t need to be perfect?”