RIP to the animation I never got to finish. Started in Oct 2024, lost the file in April. It got deleted when the PC was reformatted.
I was fascinated with the Camilo-shifting-to-Bruno pencil test by Valentin Amador and the Pink Diamond-shifting-to-Rose-Quartz animation by oomelet, so I decided to try it. While at it, I tried to understand how to use a time chart and how cloth flaps.
The color was supposed to transition more smoothly from Camilo to Dolores, but the file got deleted before I could do it :â)
I recently watched Encanto for the first time and what a fantastic movie. The whole family is full of fun, loveable characters but I think Mirabel is my fave. She was a lot of fun to draw.
Iâm convinced Iâm the only person that has Antonio fankids. In my next gen au he doesnât live in casita anymore he lives in the wilderness with his animals and nonbinary partner whoâs obsessed with the occult and they have 10 kids where they live the hardcore jungle life like theyâre in yellowjackets. I wish I saw more next gen tonito family aus I only have my insane one
antonioâs gonna grow up to be super tall and handsome and camiloâs gonna grow up to be a tiny gremlin loser with 0 bitches jealous of his amazing tarzan little brother yeah u know thats right
Why I think Luisa is more on the masculine side if youâre interested in reading:
First of all, Iâd like to say like you can interpret her however youâd like. I think you could argue for her being more femme (although not as easily imo).
1. Luisaâs whole arc is about her being emotionally neglected. Thought of as strong and therefore emotionally stable. This is such a common issue with masculine personalities, as we tend to assume they donât need emotional support like their feminine counterparts. On top of having those muscles, her less-than-bubbly/effeminate demeanor leads many to assume she doesnât have sensitivities, when that couldnât be further from the truth.
2. Luisaâs design⌠many call her girly because she wears a dress, which I find really shallow. She seems to express masculinity in her own special way that doesnât need to involve clothes. And if you compare her dress to the others, itâs a lot less frilly and feminine anyways! Sheâs a very practical, simple dresser. She ties her hair back in a tight bun to get it out of the way, her dress is a bit shorter than the others so she can run and be active, and she even wears pants under her skirt. A lot of her concepts wore pants as well! Her outfit is so regal, yet humble and practical. Even the little embroidery on her shirt and dress are very angular and boxy. Watching the way she talks and walks, sheâs very blunt, hands-on, and down-to-earth. Itâs simply her demeanor that conveys so much, she acts with a masculine energy.
3. The biggest arguing point for her femininity is when her song slows down and sheâs floating in the clouds with a donkey unicorn. This scene feels intentionally silly and playful, but it also shows a window into her mind. What about cute animals and pretty colors is inherently feminine? Why does softness and joy have to be strictly anti-masculine? She doesnât style herself or express herself in this way, but she does seem to desire to be surrounded by it.
This leads me to why I really believe she is in love with softness and femininity. She adores and admires it. She wishes to surround herself with it and it makes her happy. Thatâs mainly what I got from the cloud scene, frankly.
4. One last point Iâd like to mention is many people seem to think she is like a reverse Isabela, where she really dislikes her current role in helping others and being the rock of the family, while dreaming to be treated as helpless and coddled.
Thereâs absolutely nothing in the story that even alludes to that. In fact, she seems to love being strong, capable, and dependable. Itâs when sheâs being taken advantage of and has no time to rest is when she feels neglected and exhausted.
Luisa WANTS to be the hero. She wants to be the knight in shining armor for her family⌠she just wants to be treated like a human being too.
I made this for an Encanto secret santa. Glad my kid enjoyed their gift ^.^ you can read the attached short story below the cut.
︾âżŕ¨ - February 14 1912 - ŕ§âżď¸ľ
The hike up the steep mountainside was more exhausting in the rain. Slogging through the thick sticky mud that grew deeper the higher Bruno climbed. The closer he got to the source of the storm. Bruno spotted Pepaâs ruffled yellow dress peaking out against the murky landscape. The winds whipping the bright fabric about like a flag. Contrasted against the murky shadow the clouds coated across the lush greenery. Washing out all color save for that bright yellow dress. Soggy and miserable as it looked.
 âCan I sit?â Bruno carefully approached the small splash of sorry color sitting alone in the sea of sullen browns, greys, and blues. He pointed innocently to the patch of muddy ground next to his sister.
Pepa looked up at Bruno with the fattest pout. The rain blended with the tears that streamed down flushed red cheeks. Indistinguishable from each other. Green eyes narrowed before looking away. Pepa scooted an inch to the side to make space on her little patch of mud. Bruno sat down beside her. The ground squelching unpleasantly through his trousers. The wind blew Brunoâs hood about but he didnât bother trying to keep it on his head. There wasnât much point. He was already soaked clear through to the bone and had been for a while. From up here, the two siblings could watch the wild tears stream down the mountainside and into town. Occasionally a stray neighbor would step outside to brave the storm. They looked like ants. Scurrying wildly about the empty streets to dodge the rain.
âJulietaâs talking to MamĂĄ right now.â Bruno stated awkwardly. Unsure how to make conversation. He knew Pepa didnât want to talk, but Bruno figured she might feel better if they did.Â
He didnât have much reasoning behind the conjecture. After all, he was the one who caused this storm. Him and his big mouth. His bad luck. Bruno had a habit of making most things worse. He knew Pepa was upset but in her moment of stunned silence, he made the rookie mistake of trying to lighten the mood with a joke. He was stupid. He knew that, but then again⌠things couldnât get much worse than they were now. He still wanted to help. Even if he wasnât very good at it.
âGood for her.â Pepa huffed.
âMamĂĄâs pretty mad.â Bruno observed. He pulled his poncho over his lap and watched the water collect before wringing it out tightly in his grip. Not that it mattered. Heâd stretch it back out again to watch another puddle form.
âMamĂĄâs always mad.â Pepa spat back in frustration.
âThatâs not true.â Bruno countered meekly. Wringing more water out of his poncho. âSheâs never mad at Julieta.âÂ
âAt us Bruno!â Pepa snapped. Furrowing her brow in frustration at her brother.Â
Bruno said another stupid thing. Of course he did. âCorrecto, porque somos los jodidos.â He replied simply. Not sad or resentful. Just a statement of fact. One he knew Pepa was just as self-aware of as he was.
They both knew they were the problem children. Pepa because her emotions always got the better of her and Bruno? Well⌠what wasnât wrong with Bruno? He couldnât exactly explain what the problem was. He couldnât answer that question if he tried. He just knew he was wrong. Everything he did or said. He was strange. Stupid. Bad luckâŚ
âAjĂĄ.â Pepa sighed in resignation.Â
Bruno was just stating the obvious again.
Bruno tucked quietly under his poncho. Wrapping it tight over his knees and resting his chin on the flat surface the tent created. His rat Lupita squirmed up to his collar to poke her head out. The little doe sensed the tension in the air as the deafening silence settled between the two siblings. The storm was loud and raging around them, despite Pepaâs still silence.
âEstoy bien mija.â Bruno soothed to his furry little friend. Petting her sopping wet fur between the ears. He liked talking to his rats like this. When he talked to them he could pretend to be a grown-up. That was always nice. He somehow had a feeling he would never get to be a grown-up for real. He couldnât explain why. It was just a feeling.
âPuaj, puf, puf, puf, puf, puf!â Pepa suddenly shrieked. Scrambling back away from Bruno. The thick mud staining the little yellow dress that stuck out against the storm. Smothering that little spark of color. âYou brought one of your rats?!â
âItâs just Lupita.â Bruno defended. Plucking the small doe from his shoulder and cupping her protectively in his hands. âSheâs nice. She was worried about you and wanted to come make sure you were ok.âÂ
âItâs all soggy and smelly!â Pepa whined. She shuttering and squirming as she leaned as far from Bruno as she could without getting up.
âBut sheâs so nice.â Bruno protested. Holding up the dripping little doe to show his sister. Showing off Lupitaâs bright beady eyes.Â
âAy!â Pepa shrieked as Bruno shoved the rat into her face. Flailing and trying to shove it away. Lupita began to panic and squirm in Brunoâs hands. Attempting to flee Pepaâs shrieking. A bolt of lightning zapped the ground next to Bruno and made him jump. Barely dodging a very painful strike.
âJust hold the rat!â Bruno demanded irritably.Â
âIâm not holding that thing!â Pepa yelled back over the howling winds. âItâs gonna bite me!â
Bruno huffed and puffed up his cheeks. He filled his lungs with air and gathered his courage before grabbing Pepa by her arm and forcing Lupita into her hands. âAhĂ, ves?â Bruno challenged. Pepa kept squirming but Bruno held her hands clasped over Lupita. The frightened little doe curled up and shook in their hands. âSheâs not gonna bite. Just hold her, youâll feel better.â He insisted.
Pepa anxiously sucked in her lips. Her shoulders bunched up around her neck. Slowly she opened one eye and looked down. She gradually relaxed as she looked at the caged little creature in their hands. Trembling and sweet. Not an ounce of malice in Lupitaâs tiny body.
âFeeling better?â Bruno asked softly. Watching Pepa slowly unwind. Brunoâs chest swelled with a sense of pride. He loved his rats. Knew just how sweet they were. How good they felt to hold. Bruno slowly loosened his grip on the girls and guided Pepaâs hands till she was holding Lupita comfortably. The little wet rat continued to shake for a bit before finally looking up at Pepa with wide pleading eyes.
Pepa sniffled and the wind gradually slowed around them. âSheâs warm.â She muttered softly.
âAnd soft.â Bruno chirped with pride.
Pepa nodded slowly before her puffy red cheeks began to swell. Her eyes welled up as she stared back down at Lupita. Broken wailing sobs escaped her, rattling her delicate frame.
Brunoâs heart lurched up into his throat. Panic setting in with the fresh wave of icy cold downpour that soaked him to the bone. âOh, oh no, Pepa, donât cry, I didnât mean toâŚâ Bruno rushed to try and hold his sister but couldnât find an opening through the cracks of lighting and harsh winds.
âHe said he dumped me 'cause Iâm crazy.â Pepa sobbed.
âYouâre not crazy!â Bruno scolded sternly. Shouting over the rain.Â
Angry tears continued to pour over Pepaâs flushed face. She sucked in a few sharp wheezing breaths before choking out her words. âI feel crazy.â She hugged Lupita to her chest and sobbed into her sopping wet pelt. âNo matter how hard I try⌠It always rainsâŚâÂ
Pepaâs words dug into Brunoâs chest like a knife. They struck at something, at feelings he didnât know how to put words yet. He knew Pepa wasnât the crazy one. She didnât deserve to feel like that.
âYouâre not crazy.â Bruno mumbled as the howling winds died down again. The rain falling straight down like a bucket dumped onto the mountainside. Weighing Pepaâs hair and clothes down like lead. Bruno pulled Pepa close and hugged her. Resting her head on his shoulder. âYouâre just a kid.â He told her. âItâs okay to be sad. Itâs not your fault.â
Pepa sobbed into her brotherâs neck. For a while, it was all she could do. Just sniffle and grieve. Exhausted and sad and broken. âI tried so hard.â She whimpered.
âI know you did.â Bruno replied softly.Â
âI was going to be the best novia ever.â Pepa grieved. âWe were going to get married someday.â
Bruno winced and tilted his head. âWell⌠I mean, I knew that wasnât gonna happen.â He replied.
Pepa shoved him back with one hand. Lupita still perched in the other. âYou knew he was going to dump me this whole time and you didnât say anything?âÂ
âOh, no,â Bruno held up his hands in submission. Shrinking back before he risked getting zapped. âI didnât know what was going to happen I just, like, your baby, in the future, I knew they werenât his.â Bruno told her. âI donât know who youâre supposed to marry but I saw your daughter once in a vision.âÂ
Pepa grew quiet and hugged Lupita again. The tired stressed little rat looked like she was growing impatient with being squished but made no effort to escape her grip. âCould you uhmâŚâ Pepa looked away and tugged at her limp braid with one hand. âCould you see who my husband is? Maybe then I wonât have to waste my timeâŚâÂ
Bruno quickly shook his head. He immediately knew how that would go. A deep pit in his gut told him if he tried to it would only make life harder for his sister. âI donât think thatâs a good idea Pepa. What if I jinx it? What if I see you with someone terrible and ugly and then you're stuck with him?â Bruno challenged.
Pepa sighed. Her shoulders sagging. âI guess youâre rightâŚâ She conceded. She turned away to stare aimlessly back down the muddy slope at the town. Petting Lupita in her lap. âMamĂĄ says real women donât get their heart broken over stupid little boys.â She pouted softly.Â
MamĂĄ was always telling them what it meant to be a grown-up. All the things they had to do and be. None of it sounded very fun. Most of it sounded impossible to Bruno. He wasnât sure he would ever be a real man. He didnât know how to be, and seeing the future didnât make the answers any clearer.
Bruno curled up and hugged his knees. Staring down at the town again. âI wouldnât know anything about that.â He admitted. Manhood was already hard enough to wrap his head around. He couldnât begin to figure out being a woman. âIâm pretty sure MamĂĄ thinks Iâm a stupid little boy.â He chuckled awkwardly and quacked out of the side of his mouth. âSo I guess you better not let me break your heart.â He teased. Turning to look back at his sister. âThen weâll both be in trouble and I wonât even be able to help cause youâll be too mad at me.â
Pepa let out a little snort that turned into a laugh. One laugh turned into two, before devolving into more tears again. Her genuine smile a brief flash of light that was quickly snuffed out by a fresh wave of pain. âDios mĂo, duele tanto.â She wept. Overwhelmed by a pain Bruno had yet to know.
âLo siento.â Bruno replied softly. âI donât know how to make it better.â He looked down at his feet and hugged his knees. His hair clinging to his face and forming thick black curtains over his eyes. He could just see his toes soaking into the mud between the clumps of black. The gentle sound of his sisterâs cries just barely audible over the fat lazy raindrops plopping against the ground.
Brunoâs eyes scanned over the mud. Counting the raindrops. Eventually, his gaze landed on a long sturdy branch with a fork at the end. He perked up and squinted at the stick for a moment. A thought occurring to him. Pepa looked up at him curiously as Bruno got up to pick up the stick. He didnât mind Pepaâs stares. Sheâd understand in just a moment. Bruno scurried about the slippery hillside and surrounding woods looking for the right sort of branches. It took some searching but he found another similarly forked branch and broke a bit off the end to make them the same length. More sticks, some large fronds that had been knocked from the towering wax palms by the storm.
âWhat are you doing?â Pepa narrowed her eyes at Bruno skeptically as he approached with his bundle of waterlogged kindling.
âHelping.â Bruno replied simply.Â
Bruno dug a couple of holes in the mud on either side of Pepa and wedged his forked branches into them. Drilling them down into the ground and caking the base in mud till it was enough to hold them upright. Another branch draped between the two pillars. Its ends woven into the forks. Once he did so he laid a few other branches heâd stripped of any straggly bits diagonally from the ground to the top branch. He layered palm fronds over the frame heâd created till heâd built a decently solid little lean-to. The walls of packed leaves caught the rain as it fell and offered Pepa a small shelter.
Bruno could feel Pepaâs eyes burning holes into him as he came to sit back down beside her under the palm fronds. âEn serio?â She chuckled softly.
Bruno shrugged. âWhat? I made a shelter. Now you wonât get rained on.âÂ
Pepa laughed again. A bit more genuine this time. âAnd? Weâre both drenched. What does it matter? Weâre still wet.â
âSĂ.â Bruno replied simply. âBut now weâre a little less wet.â He reasoned. Hugging his knees and listening to the rain hit the leaves and slide off. âI figure thatâs still better.â
âSĂ, creo que sĂ.â Pepa replied softly. She flopped sideways, resting her head on Brunoâs shoulder. Lupita looked up at Bruno pleadingly from her perch in Pepaâs hands. Pepa didnât really know how to hold a rat right but Lupita was doing her best to be patient. Bruno was considering taking his rat back when the next words out of Pepaâs mouth took him by surprise and disrupted his thoughts.
âGracias Bruno.â Pepa sighed. Closing her eyes and listening to the sound of the rain.
âDe nada.â Bruno assured her. Resting his cheek on top of her head.
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