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5foot-frame · 9 months
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10 Years is a Long Time 🥲
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5footframe · 1 year
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Whumptober Day 20: Dont touch me!
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Bruno's childhood bullies take things way too far and things get out of hand. Pedro has always wanted to meet his son, but not like this.
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The barn is burning.
Thick smoke billows from the structure, window panes shatter as heat gushes outwards and upwards from the growing flames
The barn is burning.
But not for long.
The mid-day sun disappears behind a sudden heavy cloud that releases a deluge on the building and surrounding gathered villagers before the Madrigal responsible has even reached the adjacent field.
Alma watches her daughters, Julieta mere steps behind Pepa, sprint towards them. She frowns slightly at the complete lack of decorum. They are no longer children. Seventeen is more than old enough to act with the respect their name garners. They are the Madrigals, and Madrigals don’t—
“BRUNO!”
What? Her heart skips a beat at the terror in her eldest’s voice. Her son isn’t even here. He’s at Casita. He’s—
“BRUNO’S IN THERE!”
Something in Alma shatters.
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hourglass-dreams · 1 year
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So... I’m going to write a Bruno angst fic but I need some advice on things I want to add. 💚⏳
I know this has been brought up numerous times but I know it’s a complex topic that many people have differing opinions on. I want to depict Bruno having OCD that goes along with depression and his own trauma. I would like to state that I do struggle with mental illness but not OCD specifically and I am doing my own research (reading articles, watching testimonials, etc...) to make sure that I can understand the basis of the disorder along with its subtypes. Another thing I want to say is that I am not Latin American so I don’t have personal experience with the culture or how this disorder may manifest in said culture. I understand that superstitions are prevelant in Latin American culture and OCD and superstitions are not one in the same whatsoever. That isn’t why I have this headcanon. I just feel like it would make sense for him to have OCD because of the trauma he has endured and the anxiety he’s depicted as having in the books and somewhat in the film. I also know that culture can impact how a certain disorder presents. And I’m very aware that OCD, along with other mental illnesses are not “quirks” meant to be taken lightly. I want to show the character actually struggling with these intrusive thoughts and compulsions. I also want to add the element of not being completely aware of the illness since I know so many people (especially those from other cultures) go undiagnosed and are either misinformed or unaware. 
I know that the family’s reactions along with original characters play a part as well. I also want to make superstitiousness be prevalant in other characters but not to the extent that it is distressing to showcase the difference. 
I just want to hear thoughts and advice from people with the disorder and Latin Americans with it as well. How can I portray both mental illness and the culture in a respectful and realistic way? 
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bamabelle2012 · 2 years
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Just some Bruno whump feel free to write about this.
Just let me read it.
also yes I forgot Abuelas hair was was all white and Pepa’s headband so sorry!
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cartoon-lovers-world · 11 months
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If you ever feel like you put too much whump/emotional package in your Encanto fic, just remember a few things:
This cutie pie never got to enjoy his ceremony, aka the night of his life, and was afraid of 'not being special', oh and let's not forget that he was almost crushed by a door, and he's five
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This girl, spent all her life being perfect, and was going to marry a man she never loved for the sake of her family
On the other hand, this girl spent her life seeing the man she loved with another girl, and not just any girl, but her cousin, and couldn't do anything about it
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Oh, let's not forget that Luisa literally worked without rest for the sake of being 'helpful', and was prolly stressed 24/7
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Hold on, there's more
Bruno literally didn't expect to receive a hug from HIS MOTHER, and also thought it would be better to live in the walls even after everything is fixed, to sum up, he thought it would be better if he wasn't there
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Let's not forget that Mirabel was literally surprised when HER SISTER hugged her, like, c'mon. Is this normal for siblings? Sure. But for Mira, that's totally a surprise
Oh, i almost forgot, our weather queen here had to hide her feelings and be in a good mood 24/7 in order to please everyone for like, 45 years
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Boy literally was struck by lightning, like, imagine how hurtful it is to get struck by lightning then shift into, i don't know, 3 people?
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Last but not least, the lovebirds. Who never got to enjoy parenthood together, or experience their happily ever after. One was murdered just after his kids were born, and the other watched him getting murdered in front of her eyes, and had to raise three kids on her own, for fifty years, all while making sure their magic never dies
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So never be worried that your story has too much whump :)
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lilacthebooklover · 2 months
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what do ao3 users have against people named carlos? i need to know
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Someone help this man, please. Ya feel like death and suddenly a four year old happens.
From the Wonderful fic One Step Away, by @breannaaiedail who is also wonderful!
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naensut · 2 years
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Today a very quick art. Mirabel was poisoned and she’s not out of the woods yet. Someone knew a weakness in Julieta’s gift and took advantage. Isabela’s knowledge of rare plants is needed to make an antidote. Bruno is really good at blaming himself. He is good with a sword and seeing part of the future, but sometimes it’s not enough. 
You can recognize my art when someone is on the verge of dying and someone else is crying beside them. Yayy... Takes me back to another similar art I made ;) I sense a pattern here...
Part of the “fantasy-kingdom-au”.
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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For the writing starters, “I didn’t know where else to go” with Pepa and Bruno perhaps? :D
This is a long one. I threw in Felix as well, cause my man needs some love too. I imagine them all to be somewhere between 16-17 years old
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"Pepa. Your weird brother is here."
Pepa, young and impulsive and with a protective streak a mile wide, bites her tongue until she can taste blood. She wants to tell Alecia to shut her trap, wants to kick Rico's shin for snickering like a donkey, wants to turn her back on this small group of teenagers that have big mouths but nothing to show for it, and never look back.
But Felix is part of that group. They are his friends and cousins (twice removed, but still!) and she likes him. Oh, she likes him so much. Her heart does a summersault every time she sees him and it's all she can do to keep the rainbow suppressed when he smiles at her.
They have talked once or twice, but today is the first day that he's invited her to hang out with him and his friends in that little clearing in the woods. She still doesn't know if he likes her that way, but the hope is like a beast in her chest, wild and untamed. She wants to make a good impression. She wants his friends to like her and she wants to be everything he could ever want in a girl.
But all she is right now is the sister of the village weirdo.
Pepa doesn't want to think like that. Bruno knows how important today is (he'd begged her to shut up about this 'date but maybe not date oh my, do you think it's a date?' just this morning). He wouldn't come here if it wasn't important.
But all the same, when her eyes find him hiding behind a tree, watching her and the others, a surprising amount of frustration within her bubbles to the surface and a small cloud gathers above her head. It's not solely his fault. She has been stressed for days about this meeting and now that she's here her anxiety doesn't get better but worse. She is analysing every look, every word. Is there a double meaning behind any of it? Was Felix' cousin laughing at her joke or laughing at her? Is Felix really looking at her with affection or is it just condescension?
She's never felt so insecure before and seeing her brother cowering behind a tree, the hood of his oversized ruana pulled up and into his face, doesn't help any. He looks like a wraith. He looks like the brujo they all accuse him of being, watching them from the shadows of the treeline, all creepy and stuff.
"What a freak." Osvaldo mutters.
"Hey!" It's Felix who snaps at him and if Pepa wasn't so embarrassed, she might have appreciated it more than she does. "Shut it, Oz!" He turns to Pepa and tries to catch her gaze. "You wanna go and see what he needs?" 
Pepa can't meet his eyes, just nods and hurries over to her brother with quick, agitated steps. Bruno must know that she is coming, but he is still half hiding behind that stupid tree. He has buried his nails into the bark and keeps his head down. She can't see his face at all. 
"Bruno!" Pepa hisses as soon as she is close enough. She allows herself a small cloud, hoping that she is far enough away that Felix won't see. "What are you doing here?" 
"M'sorry." he mumbles. "I just... Juli s'with Mama and..." 
"What's that got to do with anything?" Pepa explodes. She can feel the stares of the others on her back like needles poking her, drawing blood, poisoning her mind and soul. "Dios Bruno. Can't you spend one afternoon without one of us holding your hand?" 
Her little brother flinches back from her anger and Pepa immediately feels guilt clawing at her chest. She also can't help but notice that he is clinging to that tree with a kind of focus that almost seems desperate. 
"M'sorry." he repeats and Pepa feels a pit form in her stomach. His voice is shaking, his arms too. He sounds like he is on the verge of crying. "I don't wan' Mama to know. I didn't know where else to go." 
"Brunito." Her voice is soft now, soothing, her anger already nothing more than a fleeting memory. Something is wrong. Very wrong. "Look at me." 
He doesn't. Pepa has to grab his shoulder and guide his face up with a careful hand under his chin. 
She gasps when it comes into view and immediately brushes the hood away to get a better look. The black eye and split lip aren't even the worst. 
The worst is the bruise at his temple and the dazed look in his eyes. 
Panic seizes her heart. She's seen enough concussions while helping Julieta hand out food to know the signs. 
The panic is quickly overshadowed by a cold, hard fury. 
"Who did this?" she asks, eerily calm. Her hand is still cupping his chin, her thumb brushing over his cheek. Careful. So careful, as if she is handling cracked glass. Only the thundering, black cloud over her head betrays the turmoil wreaking havoc under her skin. 
Bruno shakes his head. Of course he does. He never willingly tells her who his attackers are. Not that it matters. Pepa will find out. She always does and when she does? May God have mercy with them. 
Cause Pepa won't. 
"Everything alright here?" 
Pepa whirls around and tries to shield her brother. She knows the voice and knows that he won't harm them, but her instincts are going haywire. Everything suddenly seems like a threat. 
Even wonderful Felix, who is standing at her shoulder and winces in sympathy when he sees Bruno's face. 
"Ay mierde, hombrecito! That looks bad. Who did this?" 
Bruno just stares at the other boy and stays silent. Pepa really doesn't like the dazed look in his eyes. They need to find Juli and lure her away from Mama's side. As much as Pepa would like to trust their Mama to deal with this in a satisfactory manner, Pepa knows that she will only talk with the bullies and their parents. If she even bothers to find out who they are and doesn't just tell Bruno to make more of an effort to 'make nice' with the other kids. 
No no. The time for talking has passed years ago. This needs Pepa's personal, physical touch and she can only do that if her mother isn't aware enough to stop her. 
"Don't worry. I'll find out.", she promises darkly. "I have to get him home. I think he has a concussion." 
"I'll come with you. Maybe whoever did this is still around." 
"I can protect us!" Pepa can't help bristling. The cloud over her head thunders ominously. 
Felix stares at the dark mass over their heads and Pepa feels like crying. He will never ask her out on a proper date now. Boys don't like violent girls. They don't want to be intimidated by a girl. They want to feel strong and in control. They want a pretty, vulnerable girl, who they can protect, who wants to be protected.  They want everything Pepa is not. After today, Felix will never look at her and think-
"Beautiful." The whisper is more breath than actual sound and Pepa almost convinces herself that she has imagined it. Felix stares at her cloud for a second longer with wonder and adoration, before he grins at the pair. He helps her steady her brother who is leaning dangerously to the side. "I know you can, Pepa. But I want to help you. Both of you." 
She just nods, too stunned to speak. Bruno leans heavily into her side, but doesn't shake Felix's hand off his shoulder. Which is either an amazing sign of trust or proof that he is even more out of it than she thought. 
They turn to leave and the group they leave behind shouts after them. Something about abandoning them and to not bother coming back if they leave now. Pepa couldn't care less and Felix doesn't even turn around, just cheerfully tells her to ignore los cabrones. He has slung one of Bruno's arms over his shoulder and periodically pats his back. 
Their progress is slow and Pepa grows more and more worried the longer Bruno stays silent. But when he opens his mouth, she kinda wishes that he hadn't, since he is apparently way too out of it to know what is going on. 
Or rather, who is with them. 
"Sorry Pepi. Din't wanna crash y'r date with Felix." 
Pepa keeps her face straight ahead. She will not react. She will NOT react. Other than the bright hot flush on her cheeks and the mist suddenly surrounding her head, she will not react. 
"Don't worry, amigo." Felix says. His voice sounds… it sounds actually pretty happy. 
Pepa glances at him over Bruno's head and her heart skips a beat at the smile he regards her with. He winks at her and she thinks she might swoon. "We'll just have to continue this after your sister beat up whoever did this to you. Or maybe that actually could be our next date. I definitely want to see that." 
Pepa grins. "Sure. It's a date."
(Bruno later tells her that, if the concussion hadn't made him throw up minutes later, it would have been their cheesy flirting. Pepa just ruffles his hair and keeps preparing for her date. Felix has just confirmed that the bully suspects nothing and has agreed to meet them in that clearing in an hour. 
She cracks her knuckles. 
It will be so romantic.)
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Oh god thinking about Encanto again and I am going feral
Bruno, who is depicted as so sweet and kind and doesn't enjoy raising his voice, getting in an absolutely ear-splitting, throat-destroying, all-out screaming match with Alma because "what, you think apologizing and calling me Brunito is going to erase 45 years of trauma?! I was completely ostracized! My sister grew up in the kitchen! My other sister doesn't know how to emote properly because she's had to fight to suppress them her entire fucking life!! And you're fucking sorry!?"
Somebody give me a Bruno that's finally unleashing all his pent-up anger issues on those that wronged him, a Bruno that is nearly sobbing from anger and grief at how good it felt to be giftless, to be a normal man for once in his damn life, before the Miracle was restored and be came right back to square one.
I wouldn't have come back to the family. If I were Bruno, now that the mountains had split and were traversable, I'd pack my bags.
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aussiepineapple1st · 2 years
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Here is some part 2 of Bruno and Josefina.
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5footframe · 1 year
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Whumptober Day 20(again): Fetal Position
This is what I get for doing them at random out of a box 🤷🏻‍♂️
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There are defining moments where one choice versus another will alter the course of fate forever. Years ago, Bruno made a choice on the eve of Pepa’s first hurricane.
The day of the prophecy dawns. He has many regrets, but choosing this path is not one of them. His sister is safe; that’s all that matters.
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hourglass-dreams · 2 years
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I'm currently reading/watching Oedipus the King in my Theatre Appreciation class and now I'm imagining a scenario where Bruno has a vision so horrible that he rips his eyes out.
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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year
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Bruno wishes things were different.
He wishes he was different.
But he isn't. So he copes how he can.
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Bruno was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms resting on his knees.
Tears were streaming down his face.
He was angry.
He was sad.
He wanted it all to stop.
Everything is too much, too much, too much.
And everyone is leaving me behind.
Or am I letting myself be left?
He doesn’t know, but he hates it.
He’s glad his room is soundproof as he lets out another gasping cry.
Nothing even went wrong today.
No one had called him a brujo, or spit at him, or charged him more.
But no one had even actually acknowledged him either.
He’d gone through the entire day with only five minutes of human interaction, with his goddamn mother, despite being out of the house all day long.
No one wants anything to do with him.
He didn’t have any friends, his sisters barely tolerated him, they were friendly, but they weren't close. He doesn’t think they ever will be. Not at this point.
He can't tell them anything.
He used to have Manuel as his friend, until about a year ago.
Manuel was someone he’d thought understood, someone the same kind of weird as Bruno. They’d liked the same songs and the same kind of stories. Made the same jokes.
Bruno had thought he found a kindred spirt. They'd been friends since 15. He'd thought they'd be friends forever, which might sound childish, but he'd really thought so.
That is until Manuel’d decided that even Bruno’s brand of weird was too much. New people came along and he decided they were people he liked better.
Decided that Bruno was exhausting.
Manuel didn’t even have the decency to tell Bruno he didn’t want to be his friend anymore.
He’d just stopped talking to him. Drifting away.
And so when Bruno would try, things would be awkward. Or he’d cancel their plans and then Bruno would see him out with other people.
When Bruno finally asked what was going on, Manuel just turned it on him.
Said that Bruno was too negative.
That he was the bad friend because he would “dump” his problems on Manuel and not even ask about his life.
Bruno had thought that was what their friendship was.
Talking about their shit.
He was never expecting Manuel to fix anything, he was just looking to be heard.
It’s not like he was anywhere else.
And he’d thought that he was that for Manuel. A sounding board. Someone he could complain and vent too in a safe space.
Bruno would expect rants back, but at some point something changed and instead of engaging, Manuel pulled away and things got awkward and Bruno tried to stop it, but that friendship just like every single other one in his life slipped through his fingers and now they barely even say hello when they see one another. He would ask and Manuel would just say things were “same old”. He wouldn’t share anything.
Bruno wasn’t good at talking about emotional things and when he was being met with nothing, he wasn't sure what the fuck he was supposed to do.
Bruno had to find out from Mama that Manuel’s “novia is so nice”.
Bruno didn’t even known Manuel had a novia.
So much for “I promise I won’t leave too.”
So much for “we’ll still be friends, I just need a little space.”
A whole fucking year since that conversation.
They’ve barely talked.
Its March and Bruno hasn’t heard a word from him since December.
Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I didn’t try to stay in touch enough.
But I could only try so many times and be met with nothing.
He doesn’t even really care, Manuel wasn’t the best friend clearly if he was able to just leave Bruno in the dust like that, but it just fucking hurts.
Knowing that no matter what he tries, no one fucking cares about him.
Knowing that even the people who know how messed up he is, who know that he has issues with abandonment and is fucked up by people just leaving with no explanation, they fucking can turn around and do it anyway.
Bruno gets up and crosses to the hidden dresser drawer he has, grasping the box inside.
He takes the straight razor out of it.
He doesn’t even really want to cut right now, but he needs something, anything, to make him stop feeling the way he is right now.
Tears obscure his vision as he rolls up his sleeves, his arms a tan blur.
Bruno sits back down on the edge of the bed.
Pressing the metal into the skin right below his elbow, Bruno drags a quick swipe across his left arm.
Red droplets of blood bead up around and smudge across the surrounding skin as he pulls.
The pain is a bitch and a relief all at once.
Bruno hates that he’s like this.
But he doesn’t know any other way to be.
He doesn’t see any other options.
Doesn’t see a way out, although that’s not his ultimate goal at the moment.
He wouldn’t mind if this killed him tonight though.
He feels trapped trapped trapped and doesn’t see any sort of end in sight and he has nothing in his life to look forward to and no one wants him around and all he is is what he can do for other people and he’s sick of doing things for other people when no one gives a fuck what he wants
He continues down the length of his arm.
Bruno watches the blood welling up, slightly nauseous and disinterested all the same.
Wrapping a spare towel around the arm, he flops back onto the mattress, staring at the towering ceiling above.
He can feel himself going slightly woozy and he knows he’ll have to eat something of Julieta’s before he falls asleep in case they actually come in his room to wake him in the morning.
He can’t bring himself to move though.
Nothing’s going to change.
Am I stuck like this?
Is this all there is?
Bruno can’t help the bricks he feels on his chest.
He can’t help the tears that haven’t stopped this whole time.
He curls into himself, still crying, and eventually drifts off to sleep, wishing for the oblivion take him.
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