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[mothmanavenue]

i’d wanna hold you, just for a while, and die with a smile

[hectic-hector]

Bruno with luna moth wings. Bruna moth.

[springlock64]

JJBA Part 5 Mythical AU Chibis!!!

+ Rosy Maple Moth Giorno <333

[h3lgertime]

Too lazy to draw this outside of whiteboard, take as you may

[moth-murdock]

try not to cry challenge day one:

HORRIBLE HUMILIATING FAILURE

Elden Henson as Foggy Nelson Daredevil (2015-2018)

[galaxiadecima]

I've got a shit ton of german homework and a massive bacterial report due on Monday (With a test whoopee!!) but here I am writing Valentino fanfiction someone THROTTLE ME

[jikooklove9795]

Hi,

I just wanted to ask if white day is a special day for Jikook

I’ve seen all sorts of posts today but couldn’t grasp the timeline? Has it only been since 2022 that they’ve done something that is known?

Cheers

Hi Anon 😊

Before we dive into this post, let's first see what White Day is.

In South Korea, March 14th is celebrated as White Day, exactly one moth after Valentine's Day. In SK Valentines Day is traditionally focused on women. It is the woman who express her love for her man through gifts. And on White Day the man who received gifts on Valentine's Day is expected to return the favor with gifts of his own.

So, basically White Day is considered as an important day for couples in SK.

On 14th March 2022, White Day, Jimin opens his IG and posts a pic of him and Jungkook backstage during their PTD concerts:

As expected it sent us into chaos, a happy delightful chaos. But it didn't stop there. Later we found out that Jikook went out for dinner on White Day joined by Jimin's friends.

Not only that but in the restaurant pic we couldn't help but notice Jungkook wearing a cap that most likely belonged to Jimin. The one that has "Jimin" written on the back. Just another detail adding to the Jikook filled night.

And just when we thought that was it, Jikook dropped the biggest bomb with the release of the BTS Monuments documentary. That's when we finally got the whole picture.

On March 13th 2022, just two hours after their concert, Jungkook arrives at Jimin's apartment. We know this from the date displayed on Jimin's fridge. Jimin orders fried chicken for them and Jungkook also cooks them dinner. They spend the night together. And the next day, which is White Day they head out for dinner together from Jimin's apartment.

Most jkkrs here, myself included believe that Jikook have been living together for a long time now. So, hearing and seeing all of this? Not exactly surprising, just one more proof of what we already knew.

Now let's move on to 2023.

On March 14th 2023 Jungkook went live from his home when Jimin was in the US for his FACE promotions. This live has 4 parts. Should've known who this live was meant for when Jungkook started the live at 8:11 pm KST. The songs for this live are heavily Jikook coded.

1) Jungkook played There For You, a song which he used for his first ever GCF, which was basically all about Jimin.

2) He also sang the Korean version of Mistletoe (Christmas Day) for which Jimin wrote the lyrics and which Jikook covered back in 2014.

3) Then there's Nothing by Bruno Major. In 2020 Taehyung posted a selca of him and Jimin under which he mentioned this song saying that it was Jimin's recommendation. Then in 2022 when Jimin was asked to pick a song for the ending credits of a documentary about him he again chose Nothing saying that the mood of the song goes well with him.

4) How can we forget Hate Everything? Jungkook posted a cover of this song on 3rd Feb 2022. The cover was 1:18 mins long (there's that number again). This was the time when Jimin was receiving in patient treatment following his surgery. And Jungkook had to stay away from him due to covid protocols. And then in 2023 he again plays this song when Jimin's away from him, this time due to his schedule.

5) The next song is Falling. This is a song both Jimin and Jungkook like. Jungkook posted a cover of this song on 28th Oct 2022. And guess what's special about 28th Oct? Well, Jikook went on their Tokyo trip on 28th Oct 2017. (Numbers are not a joke when it comes to Jikook. They give importance to special dates, milestones in their relationships).

Jimin comments during the second part of this White Day live. His presence was so significant throughout the live. Though he was not physically present his presence was still felt, thanks to Jungkook.

Jungkook also flexed his JM tattoo which was noticeably darker than the rest while JVKE's Golden Hour was playing in the background. He followed it up with the lyrics "Love of my life". HE'S A CERTIFIED ROMANTIC!!! (only for Jimin).

During this live he changes his outfit 2 times. Starts with a black jacket, then changes to a white shirt and then finally a purple hoodie. Ends the live by asking us to look forward to midnight saying that something amazing is dropping at midnight. And we all know how it went... SMF pt2 teaser came out. Not to forget that he also teased Jimin's song using his hair tie.

For SMF pt2 Jimin uses 3 outfits. A black jacket and a white sweater for the main mv and a purple jacket for the dance practice video.

Can it be a coincidence? Sure. But what are the chances of their outfit colors being in that exact same order, right when SMF pt2 was dropping? Most of the time Jikook and "coincidence" doesn't go hand in hand and this was one of those times.

So, these are the two times Jikook was loud on White Day.

But here's an honorable mention. It was on 14th March 2016:

Jungkook took this video of a sleepy Jimin and posted it with the caption "Jimin hyung is sleepy, someone please put him to sleep".

So, yes! White Day is a special day for Jikook. But it's not just White Day, we have also seen how much importance they place on spending their birthdays together and how much effort they put into it.

Jungkook left the entire fandom in shock by going all out for Jimin's birthday. Booking a trip to Tokyo, taking him to Disneyland and even creating a GCF to immortalize the moment, all for the world to see and scream over. Just when we thought that was the peak of effort Jimin proved once again that they match each other's energy. He took a 13 hour flight from Paris to Seoul just so he wouldn't miss his bf's birthday, arriving with exclusive limited edition gifts in hand. And as if that wasn't enough he even teamed up with Hoseok to arrange a surprise party. And just one look at Jungkook's face in that pic proves how much it meant to him.

And then in 2020 we learned that Jimin and Jungkook were together at home on Jungkook's birthday. The next day Jimin even prepared a cake to celebrate.

We have also seen them spending special couple days together.

Like wearing matching jackets on Valentine's Day. And watching the first snow together, which again is a couple tradition in SK. It signifies fresh beginnings leading to a lasting relationship

Or posting this on Chinese Valentine's Day with the caption "Love Ya ❤"

Or show up on 14th January 2018 which is Diary Day in SK again an important day for couples by wearing matching rings

I almost forgot about Chuseok. Its a family holiday in SK.

This was their first "couple" moment for Chuseok:

This is from the Chuseok of 2016.

For 2017's Chuseok, while everyone went home to celebrate the festival Jikook stayed back together at the dorm.

They posted this at 4am on the Chuseok of 2020:

And then Jimin posted the fish drawing for 2023's Chuseok with the caption " JK's work 😅" which we saw both of them talking about and drawing in AYS Jeju.

Then there's Silver Day. This pic was posted by Jungkook on Silver Day with the caption "Jimin hyung's big smile" (14th July 2019)

On Silver Day couples exchange silver accessories as a sign of their love and commitment.

Hoseok's JITB Party was on Silver Day. And there was Jimin casually wearing his Maison Margeila necklace along with the bracelet from Polyc, the very same one that unsurprisingly Jungkook also owns.

But what makes the Maison Margeila necklace special? Well he owns the one with numbers ranging from 10 to 16 and guess which number is circled? Number 11

So let's take out 11 and add all the other numbers:

10+12+13+14+15+16

We get 80

And then have 11

Together it becomes 11/8 tada 😮

So, yeah that makes it extra special for him

2023's Silver Day was a major moment in the Jikook world. Jimin boarded a flight from Seoul just to be with Jungkook who was swamped with preparations for his solo debut performance in the US. Despite the packed schedule they made time for each other, stepping out in matching black and white outfits for dinner on the same day Jimin arrived. They returned to the same restaurant again this time with no cameras, no staff just the two of them before Jimin had to fly back home.

This one isn't about a designated couple's day but its still incredibly significant. Recently K side went into a frenzy upon discovering that Jimin and Jungkook sent a joint flower wreath, something typically done by couples. They were the only individuals who sent one together.

You might have noticed how Jimin and Jungkook follow a pattern, they don't just do these things once they repeat them over the years. But we only find out when they choose to let us know or when it slips through company content. Its clear they value these traditions and make a conscious effort to spend them together. What we see is probably a fraction maybe a quarter of it. But just because we don't see everything it doesn't mean it isn't happening.

Thanks so much for this ask, Anon! I loved answering this! Have an awesome day 👋🏻

Credits to the owner of the video

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

Genre: nsfw

Warnings: boner, handjob, provoking

Character: Guido Mista x F!reader

Notes: this is very long and it’s pretty slowburn so I’m sorry about that, it’s not too nsfw but it’s spicy enough to enjoy if that makes sense, also please note that smut isn’t exactly my strong suit so if you didn’t enjoy please let me know! J would really love to know everyone’s opinion on this because—I don’t want to say this is something new I’m doing I have written smut before—but it’s not exactly something I’m all that good at, so please let me know your opinions!

Heatwave hookup (NSFW)

It’s a sweltering summer afternoon in Naples, the kind of day where the heat clings to your skin like a second layer and the air shimmers above the pavement. The Bucciarati Gang is holed up in a safehouse after a messy mission—nothing too intense, just a quick cleanup of some rogue stand users trying to muscle in on passione territory. The team’s earned a rare breather, and everyone’s sprawled out in the cramped living room, trying to beat the heat.

Bruno is in the kitchen, calmly sipping water and reviewing mission notes. Narancia is sprawled on the floor, fanning himself with a magazine and whining about the lack of air conditioning. Fugo’s perched on a chair, scowling as he tries to focus on a book, occasionally snapping at Narancia to shut up. Abbacchio’s leaning against the wall, headphones on, ignoring everyone while sipping a suspiciously dark drink that’s probably not just cola. Trish is lounging on the couch, flipping through a fashion magazine, looking effortlessly cool despite the heat. And Mista? He’s slouched in an armchair, legs spread wide, fanning himself with his hat, his sweater tied around his waist because “it’s too damn hot to wear anything proper.”

You’re wearing a loose tank top and shorts, practical for the heat, but the way the fabric clings to your curves when you move isn’t lost on Mista. He’s been stealing glances all afternoon, blaming the heat for the way his thoughts keep drifting.

The tension starts innocently enough. You’re sitting cross legged on the floor near Mista, sipping an ice cold soda you snagged from the fridge. You’re chatting with Trish about some boutique in town, but then you stretch—arms up, back arching, a little groan escaping your lips as you work out the kinks from the mission. Mista’s midsentence, complaining to Narancia about how “four ice cubes in a drink is bad luck,” when his eyes catch the motion. The way your tank top rides up just enough to show a sliver of skin, the curve of your neck glistening with sweat.. it hits him like a freight train. His brain short circuits, and he trails off, mouth slightly open.

“You good, Mista?” You ask, noticing his sudden silence. You smirk, tilting your head, completely unaware (for now) of the storm brewing in his pants.

“Y-yeah, just—uh—hot,” he stammers, shifting in his seat and fanning himself harder with his hat. He’s trying to play it cool, but his voice cracks just enough to make Narancia snicker.

The real trouble starts when you decide to mess with him a little. You’ve caught him staring a few times today, and you’re in a mischievous mood. You grab a piece of ice from your soda, pop it in your mouth, and crunch it loudly, knowing full well Mista hates the sound. He flinches, glaring at you.

“Oi, you tryin to jinx us or what?” he grumbles, but there’s a playful edge to it. You just grin, leaning closer to him, resting your chin in your hand.

“Maybe I am. What’re you gonna do about it, huh?” You’re close now, too close, your breath cool from the ice, your eyes locked on his. Then, because fate loves to screw with Guido Mista, a bead of condensation drips from your soda can, lands on your thigh, and rolls down your skin. Mista’s eyes follow it like a moth to a flame, and that’s it. Game over.

His body betrays him. The heat, your proximity, the way you’re looking at him with that teasing glint—it’s too much. He feels the telltale tightening in his pants, and within seconds, he’s sporting a raging boner that’s impossible to ignore. His cargo pants, loose as they are, suddenly feel like a prison, and the bulge is painfully obvious if anyone bothers to look.

Mista’s no stranger to awkward situations, but this? This is a nightmare. His first instinct is to hide it. He snaps his legs together so fast it’s a miracle he doesn’t crush anything vital, then yanks his sweater off his waist and drapes it over his lap like it’s the most casual thing in the world. His face is flushed—blaming the heat is his go to excuse—and he starts talking louder, faster, trying to distract everyone.

You raise an eyebrow, sensing something’s off. You lean back, studying him. “You’re actin weird, Mista. You sure you’re okay?”

“Me? Weird? Nah, I’m golden! Just- y’know.. hydrating. Heat’s a killer, right, Bruno?” He shoots a pleading look at Bucciarati, who glances up from his notes with a mild, “Mmhmm,” before going back to his work, oblivious to the chaos.

Unfortunately for Mista, not everyone’s as distracted as Bruno. Narancia’s sprawled out position gives him a perfect line of sight, and he spots the sweater maneuver. His eyes widen, then narrow with a devilish grin. He doesn’t say anything, yet, but he nudges Fugo with his foot under the table. Fugo glares at him, annoyed, until Narancia jerks his head toward Mista and mouths, “Check it out.”

Fugo follows his gaze, clocks the situation, and immediately pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s fighting a migraine. “You’re all idiots,” he mutters under his breath, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. He’s not above enjoying Mista’s misery.

Abbacchio, despite seeming checked out, catches the vibe too. He lifts one headphone off his ear, glances at Mista’s awkward posture, and lets out a low “heh” before tuning back out. Trish notices the boys’ subtle reactions and pieces it together. She doesn’t say a word, just sips her drink and hides a knowing smile behind her magazine.

Narancia, being Narancia, can’t resist. He scoots closer to Mista and whispers, “Yo, dude, you packin a gun down there or what?” Mista nearly chokes, swatting at him with his hat.

“Shut up, you little gremlin! Ain’t nothin goin on!” he hisses, but his voice cracks again, and Narancia cackles, rolling away before Mista can grb him.

You’re no fool. You’ve been watching Mista squirm, and when Narancia starts giggling like a maniac, you put two and two together. Your eyes flick to the sweater bunched in his lap, then back to his flustered face. A slow, wicked grin spreads across yours.

“Ohhh, I see what’s up,” you say, voice low and teasing. You shift closer, resting your elbow on the arm of his chair, your tone dripping with mock innocence. “Somethin bothering you, Guido?”

Mista’s brain is screaming, but his mouth betrays him. “Nope! All good! Just, uh, chillin like a villain!”

You don’t buy it for a second. Leaning in so only he can hear, you murmur, “You sure? Cause you’re lookin real uncomfortable over there.” Your breath brushes his ear, and Mista’s boner twitches so hard he’s convinced it might break off.

“I’m fine,” he croaks, gripping the arms of the chair like it’s his last lifeline. You pull back, smirking, and stand up, stretching again—deliberately this time, making sure he gets an eyeful.

“Well, if you say so. I’m gonna grab another soda. Want one?” You wink, sauntering toward the kitchen, hips swaying just enough to make Mista’s jaw clench.

Mista’s a mess, torn between bolting for the bathroom and playing it off. But you’re not done with him. You come back with two sodas, plop down right next to him—practically in his lap—and hand him one. The cold can against his sweaty palm is a lifeline, and he presses it to his forehead, muttering, “Thanks, you’re a saint.”

“Saint, huh? That’s a new one.” You nudge his knee with yours, letting your leg linger there. The gang’s mostly tuned out now; Narancia’s blasting music, Fugo’s yelling at him, and Trish is distracted; so you take your chance. You lean in again, voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to hide it, y’know. I’m flattered.”

Mista freezes, soda halfway to his mouth. “W-what?”

You chuckle, brushing your fingers lightly against his arm. “C’mon, Mista. You’re not that subtle. If it’s a problem, I could… help you out later. Somewhere private.” Your tone’s teasing, but there’s a spark in your eyes that says you’re serious.

His brain bluescreens. The Sex Pistols, who’ve been suspiciously quiet, start whooping in his head and Mista nearly drops the soda. He recovers with a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah? Uh, maybe I’ll take you up on that. Y’know, for science.”

You grin, pat his thigh—dangerously close to the danger zone—and stand up. “Good. Catch me after this heatwave dies down.” You walk off, leaving Mista red faced, sweaty, and plotting how to survive the rest of the day without spontaneously combusting.

Finally, as the evening settles in and the gang starts winding down, you make your move. You stand, stretch—that damn stretch that nearly killed him earlier—and announce, “I’m gonna cool off on the roof. Too stuffy in here.” You don’t look at Mista directly, but the way you linger by the door, one hip cocked, is invitation enough. His heart thumps like a drumroll. He scrambles to his feet, sweater clutched in front of him like a shield.

“Uh, yeah, roof sounds good. Fresh air, right? I’ll, uh check it out too” he says, voice pitching higher than he’d like. Narancia snickers, but a death glare from Mista shuts him up fast. You just smirk and head upstairs, leaving Mista to trail after you, equal parts excited and terrified.

The safehouse roof is a flat, weathered expanse with a railing, a couple of rickety chairs, and a killer view of Naples’ twinkling lights. The night air’s still warm, but a faint breeze cuts through the stickiness, offering some relief. You’re leaning against the railing, soda can in hand, your silhouette lit by the faint glow of the city below. Mista steps out, shutting the door behind him with a click that feels louder than it should. For a second, you both are just standing there, the distant hum of traffic and Narancia’s muffled music the only sounds.

You turn, eyeing him up and down. “You made it. Thought you might chicken out.”

“Me? Chicken out? Pft, never” Mista says, puffing out his chest despite the nervous sweat beading on his forehead. He tosses his hat onto a chair and runs a hand through his hair, trying to look casual. The sweater’s still bunched in his other hand—he’s not brave enough to ditch it yet.

You step closer, closing the distance until you’re right in his space, your soda can dangling loosely between your fingers. “So,” you say, voice low, “about that ‘problem’ you were having earlier. Still a thing?” Your eyes flick downward, then back up, and Mista swears he feels his soul leave his body.

“I— um. it’s under control,” he lies, shifting his weight and clutching the sweater tighter. “Just, yakno, the heat messin with me. Happens to the best of us.”

You chuckle, a warm, throaty sound that makes his knees weak. “Sure it does.” You set your soda on the railing, then reach out, brushing your fingers along his arm. “You don’t have to be so jumpy, Guido. I meant what I said. I can help.”

Mista swallows hard, his bravado crumbling under your gaze. “Yeah? And, uh, how’s that gonna work, exactly?” His voice is rough, a mix of nerves and anticipation, and the Pistols are buzzing in his head, practically vibrating with excitement.

You grin, stepping even closer until your bodies are almost touching. “Well, first, you gotta relax. You’re wound up tighter than Fugo before a math test.” Your hand slides up his arm, resting on his shoulder, and you tilt your head, lips quirking. “Lose the sweater, for starters. You’re not foolin anyone.”

He hesitates, then, with a muttered curse, tosses the sweater aside, revealing the obvious strain in his pants. His face is burning, but your expression doesn’t falter; if anything, your smirk widens, approving. “There we go. Honestly, this is a good look on you.”

Before Mista can stammer out a response, your hand drifts lower, brushing his naked chest, your touch deliberate but not rushed. “You’re a mess, you know that?” You murmur, half-teasing, half-something else. You’re close enough now that he can smell you, something sweet, maybe your shampoo, mixed with the faint salt of sweat, and it’s scrambling his brain.

“Y-yeah, well, you’re not makin it easy,” he manages, voice cracking as your fingers trail down to his stomach, stopping just above his waistband. His hands twitch at his sides, unsure if he should grab you or let you lead. The Sex Pistols are screaming “Touch her, you idiot!” “Don’t blow it!” but he ignores them, focusing on the way you’re looking at him, all confidence and heat.

You lean in, lips brushing his ear as you whisper, “Then let me make it easier.” Your hand slides lower, bypassing the teasing this time. First, you start massaging and palming him through his pants, causing him to relax and whimper softly, and then, with a deft, practiced move, you hook your fingers into his waistband, tugging his cargo pants down just enough to free him. Mista’s breath catches hard—his erection springs out, painfully hard from hours of pent up tension, and he’s half convinced he’s dreaming when you spit on your hand to lube it up then wrap it around him.

“Shit—” he chokes out, head tipping back against the railing as your fingers close firmly around his length. You don’t hesitate, your grip is warm, confident, and you start moving, slow at first, stroking him from base to tip with a rhythm that’s equal parts torture and relief. Mista’s hands fly to your hips, gripping tight, his knuckles white as he tries to ground himself against the onslaught of sensation.

“Relax,” you say, voice low and steady, though there’s a faint hitch in it that betrays your own excitement. You’re pressed close, your body brushing his as your hand works him, picking up speed. He’s groaning now, low and ragged, every stroke pulling a sound out of him he can’t hold back.

“You—fuck—you’re gonna—ngh—” He can’t finish the sentence, words dissolving into a string of curses as you twist your wrist just right, your thumb brushing over the tip in a way that makes his vision blur. The Pistols are going wild in his head—cheering like they’re at a damn soccer match, and he’d laugh if he weren’t so busy trying not to collapse.

You’re relentless, your pace steady but building, your free hand sliding up to brace against his chest, keeping him pinned to the railing. “You’re louder than I expected” you tease, lips quirking into a smirk, but your cheeks are flushed, your breathing uneven. You’re into it—really into it—and that realization alone nearly sends Mista over the edge.

The breeze does nothing to cool the heat roaring through him. His hips buck involuntarily, chasing your hand, and you adjust, tightening your grip, stroking faster. Sweat beads on his forehead, his torso glistening, and he’s a mess—hair disheveled, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded as he watches you work him over. “Agh—shit—I’m—” he warns, voice hoarse, but you don’t stop, you don’t even flinch.

“Go ahead,” you murmur, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, your breath hot against his skin. That’s it—the dam breaks. Mista’s head snaps back, a guttural groan of your name tearing out of him as he comes, hard and fast, spilling all over your hand. You keep going, milking him through it, your strokes slowing but never stopping until he’s a shuddering, oversensitive, whimpering mess because of the over stimulation, gasping for air.

When you finally pull back, Mista’s slumped against the railing, panting like he’s run a marathon. You wipe your hand on his discarded sweater then grab your soda, taking a sip like nothing happened. “Feel better?” You asks, that wicked grin back in full force.

Mista laughs, a shaky, disbelieving sound, dragging a hand down his face. “Better? Woman, you just rewired my whole damn system.” He adjusts his pants, still flushed, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips—half-relief, half-awe. The Pistols zip around, cheering, and he swats at them halfheartedly.

You wink, leaning against the railing beside him. “Good. Next time, don’t wait so long to ask.” You bump his shoulder with yours, and there’s a beat of silence, comfortable, charged, a promise of more to come.

Downstairs, the gang’s none the wiser (for now. Narancia’s bound to notice Mista’s goofy grin later and start asking questions). Mista lights a cigarette he bummed off Abbacchio earlier, exhaling into the night, and thinks maybe the heatwave isn’t so bad after all.

So.. what do you guys think 😅 I tried my best, I’m sorry if this doesn’t meet your expectations, you can always request something more specific you’d like to see!

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hiii, how have you been doing?

Can I ask for headcanons or a scenario where Bruno falls in love with the lady who is a (new for him, considering the time he spent in the walls) baker in the Encanto? Thanks :)

A/N: I haven’t written for Encanto in idk how long, I’m not even sure I have actual published works on this account for this fandom, but regardless I’m happy to do this request! So sorry it took long, my inbox piled up like crazy so I’ve been sifting through request!! I hope you enjoy though!!

Warnings: None!! Fluff all around!

Navigation!!

Bruno Madrigal never expected to fall in love. After years spent hiding in the walls of Casita, isolating himself from the family he adored but felt he couldn’t be near, the concept of romance seemed as distant as a life without his visions. He was used to being alone. He convinced himself he was fine with it.

But all that changed the day he wandered into the Encanto’s market and caught the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from a quaint little bakery tucked into the corner of the plaza.

It started innocently enough. Bruno wasn’t particularly hungry, but the warm, yeasty aroma lured him in like a moth to a flame. The bakery was small but cozy, with shelves lined with loaves of bread, pastries, and cakes that glistened under the soft morning light. He hesitated at the door, fiddling nervously with his ruana, debating whether or not he should enter. He hadn’t been out and about in the Encanto for long—not since his family welcomed him back—but the thought of interacting with strangers still made him anxious.

That’s when he saw you.

You were behind the counter, your hands dusted with flour as you carefully kneaded dough. A few loose strands of hair framed your face, and there was a lightness to your expression, a quiet contentment as you worked. Bruno froze, captivated. It wasn’t just the delicate way you moved or the warmth in your smile; it was the way you seemed so at peace, so effortlessly yourself. He hadn’t felt that kind of ease in years.

“Can I help you?” you asked, your voice pulling him out of his daze.

Bruno startled, fumbling for words. “Oh! Uh, no, I mean, yes, I—bread!” he blurted, his face heating up. “I was just…bread. Smells nice. Smells great, actually.” He winced at his own awkwardness, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

You tilted your head, amused by his nervous rambling. “Well, you’re in the right place for bread. What kind would you like?”

Bruno stared at the display, overwhelmed by the options and by the fact that you were waiting patiently for him to speak. “Uh…whatever you recommend?” he offered weakly.

You smiled, pulling out a warm, golden loaf and wrapping it up for him. “This one’s my favorite. It’s simple but comforting.

As you handed him the bread, your fingers brushed briefly against his, and Bruno felt his heart stutter. He muttered a hasty thank-you and all but fled the bakery, his face burning with embarrassment.

But he came back the next day.

At first, he told himself it was just for the bread. It wasn’t a lie; your baking was incredible. But as the days turned into weeks, Bruno realized it wasn’t the bread that kept drawing him back. It was you.

He started lingering a little longer each time he visited, finding excuses to stay and chat. At first, the conversations were stilted, his nerves getting the better of him, but you were patient. You asked him about himself—where he lived, what he did—and while he avoided talking about his visions, he found himself opening up to you in small ways. He told you about his family, about his love for storytelling, and about the rats who had been his only company for years.

You listened intently, never judging, always encouraging him to share more. And slowly, Bruno began to relax.

One morning, as he was leaning against the counter, watching you decorate a tray of pastries, you turned to him with a mischievous smile. “You know, Bruno, you’ve been coming here for weeks, but you��ve never once told me why.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Why?”

“Yeah,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Is it the bread? The pastries? Or is there another reason?”

Bruno’s mouth went dry. He could feel his face heating up, and he quickly looked away, pretending to examine a tray of cookies. “Uh, well, you know, the bread’s good, and, uh…” He trailed off, his heart racing.

You laughed softly, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine. “Relax, I’m just teasing. But I am glad you keep coming back. It’s nice having someone to talk to while I work.”

Bruno glanced at you, his heart aching at the sincerity in your voice. He wanted to tell you the truth—that he looked forward to seeing you every day, that your smile made his world feel brighter, that he hadn’t felt this alive in years. But the words stuck in his throat.

Instead, he smiled shyly and said, “Yeah. Me too.”

Over time, your bond deepened. Bruno started helping you in the bakery, sweeping the floors, organizing the shelves, and even attempting to knead dough under your patient guidance. He wasn’t particularly skilled, but he tried his best, and you never once made him feel inadequate.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the plaza emptied out, you and Bruno sat outside the bakery, sharing a loaf of bread and watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet.

You turned to him, surprised. “For what?”

“For…everything,” he said, fiddling with a loose thread on his ruana. “For being kind to me. For making me feel…welcome.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out to place a hand on his. “You don’t have to thank me, Bruno. You deserve kindness. You deserve to feel at home.”

Bruno’s breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he forgot how to speak, how to think. All he could do was look at you, his heart full to bursting with emotions he couldn’t put into words.

And then, before he could stop himself, he whispered, “You make me feel like I belong.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Bruno thought he had said too much. But then you smiled—a warm, radiant smile that made his chest ache—and squeezed his hand gently.

“You belong here, Bruno. Always.”

It was in that moment that Bruno realized he was in love with you.

The days that followed were some of the happiest of his life. He found himself dreaming of ways to make you smile, of things he could say or do to show you how much you meant to him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the courage to tell you how he felt.

It wasn’t until a particularly quiet evening, when the two of you were closing up the bakery, that Bruno finally found his moment.

As you wiped down the counter, Bruno hesitated, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Hey, uh…can I tell you something?”

You looked up, your expression curious. “Of course.”

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I, uh…I’ve never been very good at…saying how I feel. But you…you make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Good things. Scary things. Things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”

Your eyes softened, and you set down the cloth, giving him your full attention.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot, but…I think I’m in love with you,” Bruno admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I just…I needed you to know.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Bruno’s heart sank as he braced himself for rejection, for awkwardness, for anything but what happened next.

You stepped closer, reaching out to cup his face in your flour-dusted hands. “Bruno,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips warm and gentle against his. Bruno froze, his mind reeling, but then he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if you were the only thing grounding him to the earth.

When you pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, Bruno couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. “I didn’t think…I didn’t think someone like you could love someone like me.”

You smiled, brushing a tear from his cheek. “Then I guess it’s my job to prove you wrong.”

And for the first time in years, Bruno allowed himself to believe that he could be loved, that he could be happy. And it was all because of you.

[mothmanavenue]

APT!!!!!

[sulfies]

Thoughts on William Miles? I was listening the Assassin’s Creed Lorecast podcast and one of hosts always talks about how much she hates him. I wont forget how he punched Desmond in face :/

I do not think he was a good father, I do not like him but also I do not think after hearing Desmonds voicemails I hate him as much as I did before.

maybe not a good comparison but...think of the Abuela in Enchanto who everyone was like "she needed to be punished more she sucks!! how can they forgive her??" when Mirable and Bruno forgave her. The thing is, no matter what, she was their family, and she was tough bc she thought tough love was what kept the family afloat after all that happend and for kids; letting go of family when they show they are capable of change even the tiniest bit is hard especially for ethnic families. Most kids want to hear a "I am sorry I was wrong" rather than revenge and they are drawn to hope of "maybe they will change" like a moth into the flame.

I think Desmond is in a similar boat, he knows that his dad sucks and how he was raised was fucked but he also longs for his family and what they could be. You can see their convos change once Desmond saves Will. Will softens a bit more even his emails show it once he realizes he might die there and I think that hit Desmond hard as well as Will. Same thing when Desmond asks if Will searched for him and Will replied with "everyday" you could see that He misses his father, it takes a lot for a person to fully give up on their family and Will stepping one step onto his side gives him hope he cant let go of.

He is an abusive father 100% but I dont think he abused Desmond just to abuse him, He is basically a military general having to juggle so many stuff he does not know how to be anything else. He probobly was raised in somewhat similar manner and thinks tough love is what will make Desmond survive. "Let him hate me if thats what gets him to fight/live/listen" is probobly what his brain is wired to and at one point he forgot his fatherhood so much it turned worse.

It is not healthy, it does not excuse the stuff he did but explains. I understand the people that hate him and maybe dont agree with me 100%. I also hate that he even dared to get physical w Desmond!

As I said he is not a good man but I also understand why Desmond is willing to forget and forgive, he lived thru so much his dad punching him probobly doesnt make it to top 10, cutting off family is hard and Desmond already did that once! people usually constantly look for small reasons to stay connected, + Desmond while going thru all of this kidnapping/mindgames/fights/brainmelt/bleedingeffect probobly did not want to also lose his father again since its one of his few safeish constants.

I also dont think Desmond would ever let it all get swept under the rug if he lived, he would hold his father acountable for many things and look for explanations. The talk probobly would go for hours and they would have many shouting matches and who knows how it would end but I'd like to think they could begin repairing their relationship

Long story short I do not like him, Id probobly cheer if Desmond punched him back but I also dont think he hated Desmond or didnt love him. He loved him but how he showed his love to protect him was wrong and abusive. It did more harm than good as tough love approach usually does.

Ps: I think Desmonds mom also sucked bc like clearly she didnt step in when shit happend in Desmonds youth, tbh hearing her voice was weird bc I expected a stren teacher like voice and heard a bubbly woman

[eldritch-m0th]

Bruno stop vagueposting and drink your coffee

a stupid Bruno coffee headcanon that I debated posting cause it's silly and self indulgent but skshaksjaaj

drew up this hc that Bruno would be kinda grumpy and strangely super ominous before his morning coffee-- if you bother him while he's half-asleep he'll blurt out some vague prophecy or date to freak you out without really thinking and it's only when he fully wakes up that he realizes

I'm sure he's v apologetic afterwards but still, wait till tío bruno is properly awake before bugging him lmao

[nami-moittli]

Okay more AU drawings for @starry-blue-echoes jjba AUs, this time Beastars!

I know Jolyne has been established as a butterfly/octopus hybrid, with some bat as well I think? But may I instead suggest: moth. A silk moth specifically, which I think fits her better than bat personally. Though, even if not, then because of the butterfly aspect that implies that when she was a kid she was a caterpillar, which is very fun to think about. Though it also means that she was a cocoon for a bit. I’m thinking anywhere between a few weeks and a few months, which would probably be sucky for school attendance, depending on when and how long she’s are cocoon for. One thing I know though is that Jotaro would drop everything he’s doing and just spend all day and night with her, heck, maybe even Holly comes by to stay with her. They’re a bit worried that her cocoon is not only underwater but also upside down, hanging onto the floor of the river/lake she’s in, but they trust her instincts cause, well, there’s not much else for them to do now

I’ve definitely been thinking about p5 stuff though, because Giorno accidentally becoming the Bucci gang’s pet is SO much fun to think about. Like, would they try to find his “owner”? Would they even want to, seeing the scars on the beasts form? What would they name him? Giorno certainly can’t say himself. How do they figure out this foxbeeladybug thing has a stand? Do they assume that the mix of features is part of the stand? It would make sense, GE is able to give life, why not it make this fox part bug(s)? Etc. etc.

The most important question probably is, what does Koichi think? I mean, Giorno transforms after his encounter with Luca, which would mean it’s before he meets Bruno, before he and Koichi fight Black Sabbath, so imagine this: Koichi is exploring the area, probably using ACT 1 to scout the area, and eventually he finds his bag and right next to it are the same clothes that one Giorno Giovanna was wearing when they met. Inspecting the clothes further, there’s a few drops of blood near the collar. A head injury maybe? He ends up following the trail of blood, only for it to stop suddenly, he was probably picked up by someone. What should he do now? He should probably call Jotaro-san

Anyway, I think that Koichi following behind them could lead to a lot of fun adventures and AU crossovers!

But yeah, Beastars is such a fun AU! I hope you like my doodles and thoughts, if you see this!

[springlock64]

Introducing my JJBA Mythical AU!

Yes I have done this in the past with my KH mythical AU but! My mythical AU can be put to many different fandoms so of course I had to make a Jojo one. I actually drew out the main JoJos and JoBros as mythics YEARS ago that I didn’t share on here (and never will) but now I’m redrawing it for myself starting with my favorite part, Golden Wind

Fugo and Giorno Manga colors and explanations for why the characters are the mythics they are in detail under the cut :3

Giorno: Shapeshifter - A pretty strong start for Giorno but he has a lot of different Mythic DNA at play here with Centaur, Vampire and Harpy just to name a few so it makes sense, his favorite forms to be in is a Dear Syter, Rosy Maple Moth and a Dragon

Mista: Werewolf - due to his friendly and loyal nature it only felt natural to make Mista a werewolf, I based him off of a german shepherd but I’m up to feedback if that not the best choice

Narancia: Harpy - plane stand flys so Narancia must fly, simple as that. in this world there are two types of harpies, wings on the back and wings on the arms, Narancia is an arm winged Harpy

Bruno: Mermaid/Merman - Being the son of a fisherman and his knowledge of sea birds didn’t make this decision very hard to make, Bruno was practically made to be a Mermaid… his color palette did give me a bit of trouble lol

Abbacchio: Dragon - Coldblooded yet warm on the inside? Yeah he needed to be a dragon, but in this world Dragons are very rare due to poaching in the ‘20s for their scales especially if they had pretty colors, Abbacchio didn’t tell anyone that he was a Dragon, not even Bruno

Fugo: Syter/Ram - it seemed fitting to make fugo not only one of the more stereotypically angry animals but also an animal often associated with demons and hell cause let’s be real Fugo has probably been called a “Demon” or “Hell Spawn” before, plus I also like drawing hooves

[donethatbeforelong]

Hi and welcome

Call me Done, alright? Don't know how to name myself, so I guess taking the first word of my username might be the best option right now

DO NOTE THAT THIS IS AN OLD BLOG OF MINE AND ANY OF THE STUFF I POSTED IN THE PAST SHOULDN'T BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY

I will mainly post my fan fiction, reblog my mutuals and other people's art as well. I'm fully open for requests of many different fandoms (just don't expect them to be top tier writing)

Other blogs:

Roleplay blog(s): @ask-redsoldier-tf2 @spiritually-damaged-heavy @orange-scout-tf2 @operator-on-ylw @ylw-scout-tf2 @medic-whiteteam

Blogs for fun: @back-flipping-anon @a-drifting-mannequin

My mutuals (currently): @another-delta-lover (I'll miss you)

@azuralnguyendd

@heavyweponguy @tavernofdragons (heavy weapons mod; Tav)

@scouts-cosplays

@black-scout

@darkcloudsatnight (Cloudy)

@all-in-one-tinckering

@scoutbot-asks

@azra-home-of-gods

@pootimedes @toiletseatguy

@defctive-e

@gremlinick (mod of @white-team-scout; Nick) @glassdoll4429 (Doll)

@prpspy

@horrorscoutblog (Ren)

@mxcrowave (Dell)

@i-am-in-paradise @iaminyourbones (Atlas, both blogs)

@the-depressed-comedic-relief (chaos)

@j-cay @lampinspectingmoth (Moth)

@terbiuminatrenchcoat (TB)

@bugginzoey (Zoey)

@opheliajupiter99 (woo!!)

Current fandoms: TF2, Eddsworld, DSAF, DHMIS, Good Omens, SamnMax, Legends of Avantris, ect (I'll let you know if there's others)

Music: Here I list some of my favorite songs/music artist (sorry for rambling)

Saint James infirmary blues (Cab Calloway)

Half of Radio Head

Melanie Martinez albums without the drama

Most of Cavetown

Shiloh Dynasty (artist)

Some of Bruno Mars songs

Queen (favorite is don't stop me now)

Passing through (can't the future just wait)

Wasted Summers (juju)

Tramatized by Joji but I like world star money

Gorillaz

Okay, that's it. Thanks for reading and enjoy your stay

[gamerbearmira]

Hello resident evil au person sorry for the hiatus but I am back! First off I would like to say thank you Soo much for that snippet it was sooo beautiful and well done I've read it like 10 times now and I can't wait to see what you come up with next! also I love what you did with Isabela camilo and Bruno designs they look so cool!

I thought about what you said about the children idea and I agree that it would make sense for her to get them a bit how Alcina got her daughter so I thought about it and decided that Miranda would probably pick three orphaned children around five or younger (I was thinking boys since in the Madrigal family there's a generation of two girls and a boy then a generation of two boys and a girl and then one with all girls but not one with all boys and I don't know it just feels like it completes the rotation if that make sense?)

Their names are Desmond, Cassius and Sebastian they like Alcina's daughters have no memory of their human life and immediately saw Mirabel as their mother they can turn into moths just like she can but it's different species of moths for all four of them Mirabel can turn into the Madagascan sunset moth Desmond turns into the White witch Cassius turns into the Antheraea assamensis and Sebastian turns into the Polyphemus moth. I don't have much for each of their personalities just that Sebastian is a mama's boy and follows Mirabel wherever she goes and does whatever she says and gets jealous whenever she isn't paying attention to him (if it's his brothers his a little more tolerant but after an hour he will start to get huffy). Desmond is a bookworm and will read everything he can no matter what the book is about he also loves to paint play music and to make things out of yarn with Mirabel whether that's embroidering knitting whatever. Cassius is the wild child running around getting into anything and everything he can he has a temper that rivals pepas he has rage fits that he has a hard time controlling and usually goes to Mirabel when he's getting too worked up and she helps calm him down. I haven't thought about what they looked like I thought I would leave that up to you!

As always any and all artwork is appreciated and loved!

YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE BUT I’M BACK 🙏

No but I am SOOOOO sorry this took basically a month the to get back to??? I was busy a lot of June and the thing is?? I literally started the drawing?? But I got distracted and completely forgot BUT THE ETHAN DRAWING REMINDED ME!! SO WE'RE BACK ON THE GRIND❗❗❗💪💪💪💪

ALSO I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE SNIPPET!!! Maybe I'll do more hmmmm 🦫🦫

ANYWAYYYYY I finally did Luisa and Agustín. Eventually I'll do all of the family with color, but for now only sketches 😞But I'm glad you liked Isabela, Camilo and Bruno! Fun fact lol, at the time I had redone Camilo's jacket bout 3 times 💀💀

And I did get to do the triplets!! Also I like the idea of three boys, very fitting now that you mention the other gens 🤭🤭

They are very silly...I tried my best to match them based on their personalities. Also note, if they were colored in, their antennae and wings would match the moths, I swear 😭 also I gave them antenna and wings. Because they are still small children being exposed to the black mold 🌚 and I think they'd look more similar to Mirabel in that way. Except Mirabel has dragonfly wings, BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT

An idea I had, like Antonio lol, I think the younger the subject, the more susceptible they are to more physical/openly visual changes. Another fun fact, I almost gave the family members bug parts based on what you discribed them 🪕🪕🪕

ALSO RANDOM QUESTION...but like still related. If there was a family tree (given that this Casita is basically a darker, probably black mold invested version), would it be normal OR.

Would Mirabel be at the top and everyone just below her because, by Miranda's rules, she's technically the head of the house, not Alma. The seniority isn't by age but rather by the fact that Mirabel was named as that by Miranda. Idk, I was just thinking about it 🦀🦀