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i havent seen this information anywhere yet so im sharing it here!!!
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loaf-of-dead · 2 days ago
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brunosswife · 2 days ago
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Bruno makes a silly face:^_^
Y/N:You’re silly
Bruno:Thats my second favorite face.
Y/N:what’s yours first?
Bruno:Yours.
Y/N:Omg,That was the cutest thing ever.
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briarquartz · 5 days ago
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Bruno + tweets (1/?)
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1. Bruno doing finger quotes, smiling and looking up. internetanja’s tweet reads “my whole vibes is that i am just kidding”
2. Bruno carrying a rat, smiling at it. strawberrybebbes’s tweet reads “yes i’m a dilf (disgusting insane little freak)
3. Jorge standing next to Mirabel, doing a thumbs up to a man on a ladder. jzux's tweet says (me, still acting really weird) sorry i acted so weird the other day
4. Bruno staring at Mirabel in front of him during their first meeting. another tweet from jzux reads "well well well, if it isn't the bridge i said i'd cross when i came to it
5. Close up of Bruno’s face, looking tired. coltondoe’s tweet says “”you look sad today” bro im sad everyday i just didn’t have the energy to hide it today
6. Bruno having a vision, pointing at something off-screen. acorny_belle's tweet reads "things may suck now. but at least it's not as bad as it will be soon"
7. Bruno is hiding among potted plants, behind a railing on Casita’s mezzanine. He is peeking over the railing and looking to the side. misterpostsman’s tweet reads “That one guy who’s meek as fuck but lowkey inheriting the earth”
8. Bruno standing in front of his sisters, hands spread, from the scene in the movie where he says “I’ll go fist. briantheruler’s tweet reads “how everyone doing. i’ll go first i’m doing bad”
9. Bruno in front of his door, holding a rat on his palm, gesturing to it with the other while looking at the viewer. IwriteOK’s tweet says “why yes i would like to adopt a tiny, semi-feral animal with a lifespan just a fraction of my own and then make its continued survival the lynchpin of my mental health”
10. Jorge with a bucket on his head, holding a knife spatula. a reddit post by 12jonboy12 reads "can i advertise my house as being "made with real cheese" if i mixed a tablespoon of parmesan into over the cement for the foundation? or does it have to be a certain percentage before i can say that"
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keeperofthebees · 12 days ago
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Bruno wants kids. Always has. He watched the younger kids run around in the town, making sure they didn't hurt themselves. He saw it happen before it did. Not because of his gift, just common sense. Running around in the rocky paths, going up the steep hills, climbing the trees. And he helped be careful, or he took them to Julieta when they got hurt. When he carried a sniffling child and told them it would be ok and they calmed down and, for once, someone understood he didn't want to do wrong, he wanted kids.
Bruno wants kids. But he's not married. No one wants to marry him. Pepa and Julieta have been married for a while, them and their husbands try to help, but there are some things you can't fix. You can't fix people. You can't fix a personality. You can't fix a gift. He appreciated them trying, he did. But if no one wanted to be with him, there wasn't much he could do about it.
Bruno wants kids, but kids don't want him. He tries to talk to them, interact, try and be nice, but they all run away from "creepy Bruno". Their parents have told them he's a jinx, or a bad person, or whatever they've come up with in their heads. If he can't even get a few 5 year olds to talk to him, how is he gonna deal with his own kid?
Bruno wants kids, and his sisters have them first. Two girls, a few months apart, named Isabela and Dolores. Bruno was the last person allowed to hold the girls every time, but he didn't care. They were perfect. He was allowed to babysit Isabela with Agustín while Julieta slept. Pepa wouldn't let him near Dolores, which was fine. After a while, Abuela didn't let him near Isabela either. Which was fine. Because Luisa was born a little while after, and he could spend as much time with her as he wanted. He couldn't wait to have kids of his own.
Bruno wants kids, and kids want prophecies. His neices decided they did, anyway. He was nervous, because why wouldn't he be, but he accepted. Three prophecies, that's all. Luisa was first, and he saw that she would get a new dress. She was happy. Next was Isa. She would get the life she wanted and her powers would grow stronger. She was happy. Then was Dolores. The man she loved would be betrothed to someone else. She wasn't happy. She wasn't mad either. She didn't really understand, which was fine. As long as she wasn't mad.
Bruno doesn't want kids. By the time Mirabel and Camilo are born, he's given up on it. Pepa grants him the honor of holding Camilo this time, which he takes gratefully. Abuela isn't at home when Mirabel is born, so he's the third person to hold her, after her parents. She's a little small, he thinks. But she's perfect. They both were. He babysat them together sometimes. They loved each other, and said they were twins. They might as well have been. Bruno watched how close they were, how happy they were that he was there, and he cried.
Bruno doesn't want kids. He'll never have any. Not if Abuela would treat them like this. You can't meet people in the walls, anyways. If his kid ended up without a gift and they got the same treatment as Mirabel? He wouldn't stand it. He couldn't. He can't stand it as it is. Every time Mirabel is upset he has to cover his ears and try so hard not to listen. He's a coward. He can't believe himself.
Bruno doesn't want kids. But he keeps a little hope, once Antonio is born. Both Félix and Pepa are 45. So is he. It's not too late, then. He can't hold him, he knows that, but he sneaks into the nursery at night sometimes. Just to look. To introduce him to the rats, and to his Tío Bruno, that he will only meet under the cover of the night when everyone is asleep.
Bruno doesn't want kids. He's a bit busy nowadays, what, with the family, and the house, and he's doing prophecies again. He doesn't have time. There are enough kids in the house. Isabela and Dolores are old enough to marry and have kids of their own, he can't have kids now. But when he watches Antonio talk to the rats, enthusiastic and listening to whatever they say, he can't help but feel a pain in his chest.
Bruno doesn't want kids. But he likes them. He plays soccer with the kids in town. He gives them prophecies. He talks to them, tells them stories, helps them out sometimes. One little girl asked for him to braid her hair, so he did. Before she ran off to play, she said "thank you, Tío Bruno!" and Bruno froze. Other kids started calling him that as well. Adults started after a while. He's not "creepy Bruno" or "the one we don't talk about". He is Tío Bruno.
Bruno doesn't want kids. He already has them.
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intoguyswayhotterthanme · 15 days ago
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Bruno Madrigal - Casitas crumble
plot: Reader(she/her) is wife of Bruno Madrigal but when Casitas is crumbling and reader can’t seem to escape the pain, she finally reveals her truth
The Madrigals weren’t sure where you were from, but you had turned up on the lawn of Casita the first day it was built. You were around the same age as Abuelas children, Bruno, Julieta and Pepa.
You’d grown up together and although you weren’t blood they still considered you a Madrigal, Abuela didn’t have as much time for you as the others and their powers but you didn’t mind.
When at listening age Abuela had told you that the four of you weren’t family, and it didn’t change anything but it had upset you for weeks. You’d been calling the three children your age your sisters and brother and now they were what friends?
As time passed and you got older things kind of shifted, Pepa was seeing this guy named Felix, Julieta had a crush while Bruno well, he quite liked you.
It took him a couple years to actually man up and say anything, and he only did it because he had had a vision of you that morning, you’d say yes to date. And Bruno didn’t let that happen.
What he didn’t know was in the vision, it was actually him. After a couple years of dating, Bruno got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.
It was the best day of your life.
But then the day of Mirabels ceremony, Abuela had asked you to fetch your husband from his room since she said that’s where he last was. People would be arriving soon.
You knew something was wrong when you approached and his door was not the bright gold that it normally was. Frantically you opened his door and covered your mouth with your hands before yelling “Bruno!”
Just like that, he was gone. No note, no goodbye. Nothing.
Nothing had ever hurt more.
The years came and went, technically you’d been with your husband for fourteen years. Ten years of the marriage spent alone. Your heart ached every night yearning for the one you lost.
Sometimes all you wanted to do was express the loneliness and betrayel you felt but the minute you brought up Bruno everyone would shut you down.
We don’t talk about Bruno. They’d say. But you wanted to yell for Bruno scream for him. You just wanted your love back.
You were growing old now. Your bones cracking and your skin wrinkling, they were meant to be doing this together. Not alone.
Ever since Mirabel had rushed into Antonio’s room yelling about the house being in danger that’s when you felt it, it felt like heartburn at first until it sizzled into hot searing pain.
You did your best to ignore the first few times but the pain grew stronger and wider like we body was cracking away like Casita around her. You knew why this was happening, but you couldn’t make a scene.
Madrigals already thought their lives were hectic and crazy enough they definitely didn’t need to hear your story right now.
You were cleaning up the last decorations on the dinner table. Dinner had been a disaster and left everyone on edge before glancing up at the family tree. You sighed before stepping towards it, your fingers dancing along the wood until it landed on Bruno.
His picture didn’t do him justice of his good looks. God, you missed him. “Mi amor, where are you” You whisper, before someone clearing their throat caught you off guard.
You jumped, twirling around to see Mirabel “Mira! How’re you doing?”
She waves you off before trying to act subtle as she leaned on the table before she sighed, dropping her hands to reach into her bag “I need to know what this vision means. You were closest to Bruno maybe-” She speaks determined with her chest out.
There on the table set an all too familiar object, the sight of it made you feel dizzy, you’d reached back and leaned on the chair. Mirabel rushed forward to stop you from tumbling.
“Mira” You cut her off, holding up your hand “The only one that can help you with that is Bruno, and he’s gone” You keep your eyes stern trying not to let them well up with tears “And please make sure that you save Casita”
She nods her head understanding, but she seems confused as to why you suddenly seemed to point as Casita before turning back to cleaning up the table but she grabs your shoulder softly “Tía Y/n?”
You glance at her questionably “Hm?”
She points at the floor, your eyes follow and there run three rats, Mirabel looks at you as if the both of you are seeing things before you both chase after them.
They guide you to the main room with all the glowing doors, before they crawl up the wall and slide behind a painting. “What the hell” You mutter before reaching for the painting.
“Y/n!” Abuela snaps causing the two of you to jump and swivel your attention onto the grey haired women “Camilo needs some help downstairs” She informs the two of you before walking away.
You glance back at the painting for squatting down to Mirabel “Keep following them, report back to me and stay safe” You plant a kiss on her forehead before heading downstairs.
Pepa was freaking out once you had reached downstairs, a storm cloud above her head as Camilo stood beside her guiding her towards the study. He looked at you with a look of misery on his face.
“Help me.” He mouthed and you sighed, glancing back up at the painting, Mirabel was gone now. You just hoped she stayed safe.
Camilo had sat his mother down on a chair as she mumbled words, Bruno, Mirabel and Cassita were the only words you could make out.
“Cami?” You mutter to him and he gazed up at you “Get your mother something to drink, cariño?” He nods eagerly.
“Idiota, I haven’t even tried to ask how you’re taking all of this” Pepa speaks up, her rain cloud halts and just becomes a darken cloud above her head.
You shrug, playing with the ring on your left hand, it still shines like the first day you got it. You took care of it, feeling like it was the last bit of him you had left.
“Well you know the whole we don’t talk about Bruno” You shake your head as Pepa sighs, guilt rising in the gingers chest.
“I am sorry, Y/n. You’re my hermana and i’ve been an awful one to you” Her cloud darkens “Ay, Bruno would be sicking his rats on us if he knew how’d we had treated you”
You chuckle shaking your head, “I don’t think he’d hurt any of you. Pepa, we may not be bound by blood but I love you so much and our different families don’t change that ” Pepa smiles at this, a rainbow replacing the cloud that was once there.
Camilo enters with a steaming drink but pouts when he sees his mother out of her mood “Mami? Are you okay”
Pepa smiles brightly, “I’m not worried about losing now” She exclaims standing from her chair “We have family around us, nothing will beat us” She storms out of the room as she cheers in excitement.
“I’m going to go look for Mirabel” Camilo shrugs, placing the untouched drink onto the table “Thanks for the help, Tía”
You kiss the boys temple before letting him run along to find his cousin. You decided since you knew where she was and you hoped she had it made it out alright.
Mirabel had her back to you as you approached from down the stairs “Mirabel?” You whispered and she yelped, turning around and broadening her shoulders up.
“Tía!” She exclaimed nervously with a large smile on her face “What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to ask if you had any luck finding anything” She shakes her head quickly, “Mirabel Madrigal!” You snap and her shoulders drop. “Please stop acting weird and tell what the hell is going on”
“To fix the house. I have to make up with Isabela” She frowns and you let out a sigh.
“That’s all?”
“THATS ALL! It’s Isabela, Tía! She hates me” You scoff as you flick her nose lightly.
“She doesn’t hate you, mi amor” You wink at her “She’s jealous of you. You understand the pressure their under. Where we lack they gain a lot” Mirabel sighs knowing your right.
Mirabel glanced nervously at her “Tía?” You hum in response as you look at her expectantly “Why have you been so worried about Casita breaking, we don’t have powers”
You open your mouth to answer but the words get caught in your throat. What you were about to say no one knew, not Abuela bell not even Bruno knew this about his own wife.
“I am Casita” You says softly and Mirabel looks at you like your insane “I’m not obviously like the Casita but their what’s keeps me… alive? I guess” You shrug “I don’t really know myself but I can feel myself growing weaker with each crack and i’m worried what’ll happen if it crumbles”
Mirabel takes a couple moments to register the information before she looked behind her, once surveying whatever she did, she stepped forward throwing her arms around you
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make you and Casita safe” Her words are muffled from how tight she is agaisnt your chest.
“Si, Mira, you always make me proud” She smiled gratefully at her before Mirabel rushed off towards Isabelas room. You watched her enter before looking forward and you freeze.
The dark area where Bruno’s door was was not lit from the gold tracing on the door. It hadn’t shined like that in ten years. Your eyes glanced at the painting from earlier.
If Mirabel wouldn’t tell you what happened back there then you’d figure it out yourself. Looking to your left and right before moving the painting and climbing into the hole behind it.
The painting swings shut behind you and then you weren’t sure what to do. Small places weren’t your favourite and you almost found yourself diving back out the way you came but you took a deep breath.
You shimmied through the walls, gasping at any insect that was near you before you reached a hole in the ground, although there was small fog you could easily see the floor.
Hopping down and then climbing up again, as you continue to walk you notice the cracks and it’s like your seeing the inner workings of your body. Just looking at the cracks made your stomach churn.
As you travelled further into the walls, you heard a small muttering voice.
“No, no, no. Mirabel will save Casita and she’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about” The voice repeated, your footsteps became lighter as you grew closer before you peaked your eye around the corner.
They had their back to you as they chatted away to something on their palm. You tried to lean closer to get a better look but hit a bucket near your foot, you quickly zip your head around the corner as the bucket clangs to the ground.
“Whose there, I-I have a lot of friends that you don’t wanna mess with” The voice calls out and you swear your hearing things, you have to be.
You poke a small bit of your face out, enough to be able to see around and your eyes widen at the sight. He now stood facing you and there he was.
The man that had been gone for ten years, in your walls. In a flurry of anger you stepped out and picked up the bucket “You selfish pig!” You scream, throwing the bucket at him.
He yells out as he jumps to the floor, the bucket flings into the wall before slamming into the ground. You stand with your fists clenched at your sides and angry hot tears spill down your cheeks.
“Mi am-“
“Don’t!” You snap, he frowns at this “You’ve been right here this whole time?” You ask, your voice softer and he hesitates, trying to think of something else to say anything was better than the truth but he couldn’t lie not to you. Even after all these years.
He nods, you shake your head. Glancing around the room, you’d never thought you’d been in the same room as him again. You definitely didn’t think he’d last this long.
“Why’d you keep that from me” He asks but your unsure what he means, at least something hasn’t chnaged. Bruno and his vaguenesses. You raise an eyebrow at him “Your life essence is connected to Casita?”
You sigh, “It didn’t seem like a big deal since it’s not like back then Casita was randomly going to break away” You explain, slowly coming to terms with your husband in front of you.
“But you should’ve-“
“Don’t tell me what I should’ve done!” You snap, so mad at the man before you “Because if we start stating things that the other should’ve done then you’re gonna have to take a seat”
He frowns at this, his entire body slouches before he speaks “Mi amor, how do I get you to forgive me?”
You shake your head “I don’t know”
You turn away from him to face the wall and that’s when you see it.
There’s a crack in the wall, perfectly in front of the dinner table and you look down to see his very own table with his plate drawn onto it. You frown, running your fingers along the design.
“I heard you earlier…” You hear him coming closer to you slowly “Asking where I was, I wanted to tell you. Everyday I wanted to tell you but I was hurting everyone with my power. I needed to leave”
You scoff “You have no idea how much hurting you caused when you left” You spin around to face him “I thought you’d forgot about me”
He takes a step closer to you, this time you don’t move until he’s right in front of you. The bags under his eyes more prominent this close as he reaches up and cups your cheek with his hand.
You’re quick to melt into his hand, his touch making up for the past ten without it. You felt whole just by him holding you as such.
“Solo puedo pensar en ti” He speaks softer now, slowly pressing closer to his esposa. Could he still call you that?
“You’re telling the truth?” You ask with an astonished look on your face and he always look just as shocked.
“Y/n, I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I did it to protect you from me” He explains, his eyes searching your face like he was scared to lose you again and wanted you locked away in his memory.
“I don’t ever want you to protect me from yourself, vida” You speak softly this time, bringing your own hand to cup your cheek.
He feels the cool metal from your ring and his eyes widen, grabbing your wrist and lifting your hand in front of him. There it was.
The ring that had wed the both of you, he had a matching gold band aderning his own finger but he expected you to move on.
“The ring! You kept it on!” He stated eagerly, a smile on his face.
You stifle a laugh as your hand falls from his grip and into his palm “I never stopped loving you, esposo”
He smiles brightly before surging forwards and capturing your lips with his.
He didn’t feel the same as you remember but somehow it was even better and the taste of him, oh my god. You could devour him.
After a few moments, you pulled away from each other “Please, stay” You beg softly, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes incase he says no.
He pushes some hair behind your ear, “Never again. I’m just scared to see, madre” You open your mouth to retort but a sharp pain in your chest caused you to gasp before you crumble to the ground.
“Y/n!” Bruno captured you in his arms before you touch the ground, the floor beneath the two of you shakes and his nerves are through the roof “Hey, hey” He repeats as your eyes open slightly.
“Whats happening?” You ask weakly, in a matter of seconds your skin had turned sickly pale and he felt you trembling “I can’t see anything, Vida” You whisper softly, he gazed at you in worry.
Your eyes stayed staring at the ceiling, your e/c eyes now turned a dull gray and he feels the pressure on his heart grow and grow as he stood up from the floor.
You had an arm wrapped around his shoulder as he helped you up by your waist “I’ll make sure you’re safe, Mi Esposa” He muttered softly, making sure not to worry you too much.
He picks up the bucket that you had tossed at him earlier, placing it over his head before lifting your legs up with his other arm. Now holding you bridal style, he glances down since you were the only thing he could see due to the bucket.
Your chest lit up with golden light before fading, this continued a few times until he realises that he was running out of time. You were dying. Casita was dying.
He charged at the wall, making sure that his head took the full force. The dry wall breaks easily sending the both of you sprawling onto the ground. He keeps a tight grip on your unconscious body as his back hits the ground and you land on top.
After a second to catch his breath, he pulls you off him and lays you in the grass, head in his lap. You weren’t awake.
“Wake up” He repeated numerous times as tears began to form in his eyes. “Please wake up, we’ll do everything that you wanna do. That stupid carnival you always wanted to go to down in the markets. I’m sorry I never went, mi amor” He didn’t know why he was apologising for such a small thing but he wanted everything cleared up. Before he lost you.
At the last bit of Casita fell, he glanced right back down at you. He hadn’t noticed it at first, the way you body began to feel lighter. He first noticed your hands as they slowly faded away.
He jolted for them but when he tried to grasp your hand, he was met with thin air “No” He repeats each time he reaches out to you but to no avail you began to fade faster and faster until finally he sat alone.
The ghost of your body in his lap before he glanced up, Mirabel had run off but Bruno couldn’t even bring himself to stand. He kept blinking and waiting for you to reappear and hold him again.
But you never did.
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Bruno smiled brightly at the house that stood before his family and him. The whole Madrigal family had welcomed Bruno back into their lives, apologising for everything. This family felt hope again.
But when it came to you well, it hit everyone pretty hard. Camilo hadn’t even tried to hide his sorrow as his threw himself into his mother and sobbed. Mirabel cried as-well, as did her sisters and Dolores. It seemed like everyone cried that day.
It hurt to see them all mourning you, he didn’t feel like he had a right. He’d left you for ten years, would you cry over his death?
“Mirabel?” Abuela spoke up as Mirabel stared down at the door knob in her hand, the girl that adorned glasses looked up before nodding and letting out a breath.
She slowly walked towards the front door, slotting in the door knob before twisting, and boom! A wave of magic flys over the house, sending the door gold like the ones inside and the house various bright colours.
“Oh my god! It’s us!” Antonio calls out as he points at the door and instead there stands the sketch of the entire Madrigal family. “Tía Y/n is there aswell!”
Bruno’s eyes widen at this, leaning forward slightly to see that instead she was, standing beside him smiling forwards. Even as a sketch she was beautiful.
Just as Mirabel went to open the door, someone inside beat her to it and the face left the family speechless.
“What? Did you seriously think that’s all it took to get rid of me?” You ask with a smile on your face as Mirabel throws herself at you.
Before the rest of the family can react, Casita brings them inside as laughter bounces of the walls. Numerous town folk enter the building enjoying the testifies.
It’s almost like your drawn to each other and Bruno and you meet each other in the middle of the crowd as he holds your face in his hands “I thought I lost you forever”
“As did I” You say softly, brushing some of his hair behind his ear “But neither of us are going anywhere. At least not apart” He hums adoringly before pressing forward and kissing you.
His scruffy beard scratched your face although it wasn’t the best feeling you could definitely see yourself coming around to it. Then again you could get down with anything that had your husband involved.
“Tía! Tío! Come dance” Camilo yells out as he chachás with a large smile on his face, you lace your fingers through Bruno’s as you drag him over but he resistant and shaking his head.
“I don’t dance” He says quickly trying to pull away from you but you have an iron grip on his worst.
“Si but you might’ve never seen me again. You still got to take me to the festival” He gives up, letting you drag him along.
“You heard that?” He asked, taking your hands within his before you both began to dance along to the music. A feeling of love and family enveloped the room as you shook your head.
“Nope, Dolores told me” You kissed his cheek before he twirled you, bringing you back flush against his chest.
A blush formed on your cheeks, it seemed like ten years without him turned you back into a school girl with a crush. But you claimed that you were a winner then.
Whose married to their crush for fourteen years!
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mothmans-sidehoe · 9 days ago
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Nobody:
Absolutely nobody:
Bruno Madrigal: 🥺🥺🥺
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trickstergemini · 19 days ago
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a list of all the good luck rituals that bruno does
i know im definitely leaving out some so if you’ve noticed more please reblog and add them!!
“knock knock knock knock knock, knock on wood”
holding his breath while he walks through halls and doorways
going through entrances and exits backwards
crossing both of his fingers
stepping over cracks and not on them
“sana sana colita de rana”
throwing salt over his shoulder
not necessarily a good luck ritual but telling of his OCD, he has to say the knock on wood phrase exactly like that in rhythmic pattern starting with five knocks and one knock on wood
im really glad that we finally have good media representation of anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorders and the kinds of quirks and rituals that come with it. ocd is continuously portrayed as either needing everything to be orderly or clean, and anxiety is often portrayed as just nervousness and stuttering and shyness. showing bruno’s rituals highlights the very real aspects of these disorders that keep being misinterpreted or romanticized. and they also dont make him any less appealing! they make him make sense and dont add any negativity to his character and they dont take over his personality. they are just simply his rituals and the audience interprets them as such. im really happy about that
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araminakilla20 · a month ago
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I think I haven't see other post pointing this, but in Dolores' part of the "we fear our brother/uncle" song we see Bruno bopping to the song. Except that he is not Bruno. He has his hood on.
That's Hernando.
And yeah, that could qualify as a joke on my part, but let's remember what is "Hernando's" most defyning trait. Hernando is scared of nothing.
Not even facing his family as they talk/sing bad about him and seem to have a better life without him.
Hernando is scared of nothing, so obviously he would bop to the song.
If he was Bruno, he would awkwardly compliment his family's singing voices before going into the walls again to cry.
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lailosh · 15 days ago
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A quick drawing of the light of my life!
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calling bruno a proshipper for the rat telenovela bit is blatant ignorance and a lousy excuse to pin a gross title on a childrens movie character
the plot is a loose callback to 100 years of solitude, a famous colombian piece of literature, and a depiction of the type of shallow shock drama that happens in telenovelas. do your research. dont be gross.
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fedyorsundyinglove · 29 days ago
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brunosswife · a day ago
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Y/N:Guess? Will you love me forever?
Bruno:Forever?*scratches head*How long is that?
Y/N/:*couning on fingers*Uhh more than fingers and toes on you and me together!
Bruno:It’s gonna take more than all of the fingers and toes in the world to count the years I will love you!
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briarquartz · 4 days ago
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Bruno + text posts (2/?)
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1. Bruno guiding Mirabel out the door of his room in the walls. pathologising's text post reads "can you please leave me alone I need a minute to be diabolical in my room alone”
2. Bruno is having a vision. starlyt's post reads "my hobbies? Uhhhhh symbolism mostly. metaphors and implications and the like."
3. Bruno sitting on his armchair, smiling at his rat telenovela. bloodhail.mp3's post reads "i was put on this earth to be a bloke who does fuck all"
4. Bruno with his hood, up standing ominously at the end of a slim hallway. gayarsonist’s post reads “walking around my own house wrapped in a blanket like i’m a depressed victorian ghost. i’m a hooded and cloaked assassin on their way to kill the king. i’m a hardworking peasant on their way to the market. i’m a royal fleeing my palace as it burns down behind me. i’m an ancient greek citizen walking the streets of athens. i’m a liddol old russian lady selling beets. i’m a wizard. i’m a bat. the style… the range… i’m the star of a movie theatre in my own mind“ 
5. Bruno carrying a rat and grinning. gayarsonist's post reads "i refuse to apologize for being weird or offputting actually that's your problem i'm having a fantastic time"
6. Bruno is looking over his shoulder, smiling coyly, about to enter the hole in the wall behind a painting. standingcowrrdly's post says "do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot"
7. Bruno is grinning, holding an arepa con queso, showing it off. a oist by jame7t's reads "im not really like a househusband or a housewife im more like a house beast, im in your walls causing mysteries and stealing your things"
8. Bruno walking away from a shattered vision on the ground. a post by hollenengell says ""how are u?" i literally wanna disappear without an explanation,,, thx for asking!!!
9. A blurry Bruno, pointing up while ranting. matchboxed’s post says “when i get mad i’m gonna start saying shit like “why i oughta” as i wind up my fist
10. Bruno having a vision, eyes closed, looking pained, hands raised near his face. 10049502004422's post says "me [completely out of touch with my feelings, trying to describe an emotion] i feel, um, glittery? buzzy. like peeling my skiin off
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officalaizawa003 · 5 days ago
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Drinking trio (encanto maybe cannon)
Felix and Agustuin drinking: *spots Bruno* Aye Bruno! Come here!
Bruno with his awkward self: Uh y-yes?
Felix: Come have a drink with us!
Bruno: Oh no no! *nervous chuckle* I dont drink!
Agustuin: Come on! Your always so up tight! Its time to loosen up a bit!
Felix: Yeah come on! Just a few shots!
Bruno:....
Literally 30 minutes later..
Pepa and Julieta wacking their husbands on the head: Why did you ask him to drink!
Bruno being held up by them, completely drunk: I aM oNe DrInK aWaY fRoM tElLiNg EvErYoNe HeRe WhAt I rEaLlY tHiNk!
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jazzyartsssss · 10 days ago
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ENCANTO DOODLES
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ditzydevotee · 7 days ago
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Do you ever sit and think about how whilst damn near everyone was bad-mouthing and sharing rumours about Bruno, Julieta never said a word against her brother. She may not have known exactly what happened or what prompted him to leave, but not once did she make him out to be the bad guy, especially not to Mirabel. She said he had lost his way in the family, but she didn’t blame him. She knew something was wrong but she didn’t know what, even after all those years without him, she knew he loved his family.
And do you ever think about how Mirabel probably responded to that subconsciously, because even when the family and community was singing about all these awful things he did, she said “give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno” the whole truth. Even with all these negative testimonies she was willing to hear the other side. And do you ever think about how Julieta probably saw Bruno in his daughter, and in seeing how Abuela treated him when his gift didn’t fit her narrative, she swore to make sure Mirabel always felt loved, seen, wanted. And do you ever think about how she always complimented Mirabel’s funky glasses, her brother’s signature colour?
And do you ever think about when Bruno felt like he had to do an apology tour, Julieta stopped him with a hug, affirming that none of that mattered and she was just happy to have him back in her life. Back in the family. Where he belongs.
Yeah, me neither
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trickstergemini · 21 days ago
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how the fuck did bruno not start immediately sobbing when abuela hugged him. thats his mom, he got to hug his mom again. he missed her so much
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iamanauthro · 4 days ago
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Bruno Madrigal ted talk!
in the deleted scene in Encanto where Augustin and Felix were talking to Mira about Bruno leaving, Felix admits that Bruno got mad at Abuela who got mad at him so Casita got mad.
Abuela says "if you leave this house, you are dead to me!"
Bruno replies "I wish I was dead!"
(Fanart of conversation below. Found these gems on Instagram. 1) user: cattosleep 2) user: a_random_voyager )
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So maybe he was leaving and the house was upset and was pushing him out but later Bruno came back to live in the walls. But if you watch the movie, you'll see that the house can't help between the walls. Maybe he stays there because he doesn't want the house to kick him out. Yes he walks through the house, but only when Abuela is gone or asleep.
Another thing to add is that Bruno isn't afraid of angering Abuela. Nobody talks back to Abuela besides, on rare occasion, Felix and Augustin. But Bruno canonically argued at Abuela and even continued to do so at the end of the film to protect Mirabel from being treated like him.
We all know fun loving, cinnamon roll Bruno, but you can tell he has a lot of pent up anger and doubt that he tries to conceal.
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ihavebeencalled · 26 days ago
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“..rats along his back.”
Daily Doodle! 12/29/21 I love the mouse man.. 
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