#-bruno

[syunkiss]

I hate felipe and his white boy green eyes and his white boy purple hair and his white boy makeup and white boy clothes. And his white boy stupid pathetic music. I hate his white boy stand rolling stones and his white boy face. Bitch. I hate this bitch. He is a fucking whore I hate him so much

[thewineuncles]

that's okay.

[fortheloveofpiggy]

Last night I accidentally got high as balls on nose spray (completely an accident please be careful when taking shit like that unlike I was) and vex fronted to help and he’s usually uptight but he was too high to be so pet our cat binx and talked to our sys bf and now he thinks he’s binx’s best friend smh

[asksafpepandbruno]

Sunrise

The morning after the confession.

In the early morning, moments before the sun rises, a shapeshifter yawns as he wakes from his slumber.

He's not used to feeling a low rumble under him as he woke up, nor is he used to hearing a constant beat, thumping right under his head.

Bruno cracks open his eyes and it takes a second to remember what happened yesterday: The confession, the kisses, and Pep...

Well, he let him sleep here. With him. For the first time and maybe even more now that they're dating.

It's nice being on him again. Being this close. Feeling his chest rise with every breath. Hearing his heart beating that constant rhythm.

He lays his head back down and listens. It's a pattern. A melody. He'd join in with his own; make music with little chirps, but he doesn't want to disturb his sleep.

His eyes extend a bit to look at him. Pep looks so peaceful. It's the second time now that he's slept on him and unlike the first time, he wanted him on here. On him.

There's a something a bit different from now to the last time he woke up like this and it's the warmth around his body. Pep's arms are wrapped around him in a hug as he sleeps.

He'd love to let himself stay in his arms a bit longer, but the sun's almost rising and he hasn't let himself miss seeing it.

As much as he would like to watch this with Pep, he probably shouldn't wake him up. He needs the rest, especially after last night.

Bruno slowly slinks down, careful to not wake him up—

"Bruno?" Peppino mumbles just as he's about to get up from the bed. He sees him move around his hands, trying to find him. "Why are you up this early?"

("The sun's almost up,") he answered as he gets on the ground and starts to shape himself to his humanoid form. After a few seconds, he stands, now having long limbs, a round body, and his favorite face.

("Do you want to watch it with me?") he cheerfully asks before looking at Pep, who looks like he's having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

Peppino's still tempted to sleep in more. It's cozy—not as much now that Bruno isn't on top of him—but given that they fucked for a couple of hours, a good chunk of him just wants to keep laying in bed.

Still, he wants to at least join him this time. If not to make up for the last couple weeks, then it's just so he could be with him as the sun rises.

He feels his thin blanket being laid on him and he hears Bruno speak, ("Didn't realize you were still tired. We can watch it together on a different da–")

Peppino pushes the blanket away and shakes his head, "No, no, I'd like to join you, just... give me a minute. Part of me's still asleep."

He felt his soft lips on his cheek and any tiredness he felt was immediately gone. Before he could even react, Bruno ran out of the room, giggling as the ribbons waved behind him.

Red bloomed across his face, making him all warm and fuzzy. He sits up and lets out a soft chuckle.

He's gonna have to get used to that.

Now a little energized from the kiss, he gets up and starts to stretch a bit. Joints pop as usual and there's still an ache at his lower back, but it's not as much as it could've been. 

Going to his drawer, he grabs a shirt and some shorts. As he puts them on, he takes a glance at the window. No light shining through the blinds yet.

Peppino goes down to join Bruno.

The sun rises as it always does; its rays brighten the area and the cool morning breeze is making him regret not putting on something longer.

He can tolerate a bit of air. Seeing his eyes light up is worth it. World's a lot brighter now.

[ugartecoco]

the transition im crying

[nori-kakyoin]

megan thee stallion wearing a bruno bucciarati inspired dress the the crunchyroll anime awards

[hanavbara]

APT. ⚡️🎸

[alilgayblog]

JOHNNY MASSARO and BRUNO MONTALEONE

Verdades Secretas (s2e16)

[soimse]

“He wants me so bad he just doesn’t know it yet” -Bill Cipher probably

[finalatomicbuster]

Bruno and Mike Spanner for Mandate, July 1976 Photography by Target Studios

[rockymountainqueen2]

From this -

This post is mostly for those who don't want to have to click on the link in order to read the entirety of The Owl House's series bible.

[syunkiss]

ohhh weeee... woah... (i should be asleep rn. its 1am and I wake up at 6am.)

[vietsoul]

Ben Brown & Bruno Knight Monster Bang: Nasty Fuckers, 2012 - Raging Stallion, dir. Steve Cruz

[ibenology]

I just keep adding to this and it’s slowly going from a meme to something I might have to talk to my therapist about

[asksafpepandbruno]

Cliff

A collection of memories that Bruno has while at one of his favorite spots.

Bruno had never seen this before.

The sky having clouds and a sun that move around was surprising enough. He's spent all of his time outside just in this one spot. Absorbing it all.

The green grass, the sweet flowers, and the little bugs, he did actually absorb. It was fresh food! Better than eating recycled leftovers...

Where was he? Right, he's outside. The sun's been moving west for hours; he's been keeping... several pairs of eyes on it. Who knew looking at it for too long would hurt?

Anyway, so the sky kept changing as time passed. Wind blew the clouds, birds flew by, and the colors of it shifted as the sun went down.

It was beautiful. He sat down at the cliff side and watched in absolute awe. There was nothing like this in the tower. The sun there was a light bulb that turned on and off. Nothing could compare to the real thing.

He stayed there until the sun disappeared beneath the water.

...

He kept going there every day. Right at the same spot. After he's done all he could at Peppino's.

At least he's getting used to him. He's even letting him in the kitchen and making pizza with him!

He took a bite out of a leftover slice that a customer didn't finish. It'd be a waste of a perfectly good pizza if he didn't. Plus, it meant there's less trash to throw out.

The days have been stretching on for longer than usual. It's a lot hotter too. He's meltier than usual and so is Pep, who's even spend a couple moments at the AC alongside him whenever there's no customers yet.

A bit of breeze passed by— it's not as cool as the ones he felt a couple months ago, but it's a relief from the warm rays.

He watched as the clear sky turns from orange to black then goes back to Pep's pizzeria for the night.

...

Bruno got here a bit later than usual. It's the weekend, so he had to get to here from Pep's house. He's been kind enough to let him stay there since...

He looked back at the pile of purple rubble behind him. A part of him still missed that place. Even with what happened in the last months he spent there.

It was still his first home.

But it's not like he didn't like being out. He's gotten to see so many new people, new things, and new places!

He opened the library book he got earlier. It's a book about Earth and space with lots of different facts about them.

Like, the seasons! There's a reason the trees have been changing colors and why the weather's getting cooler. It did have something to do with tilting! The whole planet's tilted and right now it's getting farther from the sun!

And then there's the sunset.

How the light from a star that's millions of miles away gets scattered across the sky. Different waves of color being seen depending on where it is. It's blue on every other time, but when it shifts from day to night?

Right now it's at the same color as the leaves falling, but it can be more than that! Pretty purples and pinks, rosy reds, inky indigos, and combine all of that with the golden gleam of the sun?

Why wouldn't he go here every day?

...

Today's a quicker visit. Winter's here, the leaves of some of the trees were gone, and it's going to snow a lot more soon.

Bruno's wearing a nice grey hoodie. He didn't sit like he usually would. Maybe if he also borrowed his pants he would, but he's fine standing.

Clouds blanketed the sky. Snow fell around him. Sometimes he stuck his tongue out to catch the little flakes.

Pep would've joined in watching, but he'd been feeling more tired lately. Maybe it had something to do with the days getting shorter? Bruno didn't mind it. He'd join him for dinner later.

He left for home before it got dark.

...

It's been a year and a day since the first time he sat here. Pep's by his side with a basket full of daisies and other wildflowers that they picked together with Gus and Brick.

He saw Brick wearing a circle of flowers around her head and immediately wanted to know more!

So, both of them are sitting cross-legged, flowers in hand. There's a couple of his first tries all over the grass. Pep's wearing the first complete daisy chain he made on his left wrist.

While Pep's working with the rest of the flowers, Bruno's making a couple of his own. The ones he makes don't match how the actual plant would look like— he wouldn't be able to make them into a flower crown if it did— so the stems of it are longer and far softer than they would be. He plucks out a thornless rose from his skin and weaves it in with the others. He crosses their stems, takes the right one outside, puts it between the other two, grabs the left one, places it over the others, and repeats.

His partner notices this and asks him to make a couple of Alyssums. The flowers came out bigger than their tiny counterparts.

Then asks for a single flower from a vanilla cactus. It came out smaller than he wanted, but Pep said it was the perfect size.

Pep's last request was that he continue to make more roses, so he did. He continued making them on his upper arm so Pep could pluck them out if he needed more.

Bruno absorbs the strands of flowers by his feet before he starts braiding the roses in his hand. He's halfway done on it. It just needs to be big enough to fit his head.

It took a few pulls before Pep asked him to stop making them. Bruno continues to make the ones for the crown he's working on.

He takes a quick peek at Pep's and finds him almost done. He already made a tiny chain that's big enough for his wrist and is just adding the Alyssums to the bigger one.

Bruno watches his partner's hands as he works on it with practiced familiarity. He asks if he's done this before.

Pep doesn't stop; smiling as he reminisces that it's something that he used to do with his little sister, more so with her hair but he's made a couple flower crowns too.

They finished them around the same time and put the one they made on the other's head. Ribbons wag as Pep slides on the little rosy flower chain on Bruno's wrist.

Both of them matching, they watch the sunset together. Pep sitting at his right, a flowered hand holding his.

Today, the clouds are wispy, the ocean breeze is salty and cool, the flowers smell lovely, and his partner's lips taste just as sweet as they did yesterday.

He can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring.