#windsson

[green-eyed-prophet]

@windsson (plotted starter)

Life in the Encanto had been quite different for everyone since the gap in the mountains had opened up. Knowledge of the once-isolated community had proven to spread rather quickly once its citizens became free to explore and conduct business out in the world that lay beyond its borders.

As such, the tiny village found itself receiving newcomers more often than ever-- and no longer were they just desperate refugees who always happened to stumble across the valley in their greatest times of need. No, they were visitors from all sorts of faraway places and unique walks of life, most of them traveling there out of curiosity towards the place that had somehow managed to keep itself off of any map for just over five decades.

Some of them, however, came in search any truth to the tales about a place of miracles and magic.

Although all the members of la familia Madrigal were expected to assist any person in the town's limits, visitor or otherwise, Bruno had largely tried to keep his distance from most of these strangers unless specifically requested to help. He had always felt extra awkward around people he didn't know too well, anyway, and the absolute last thing he needed was to somehow trigger the local rumor mill into once again soiling his not-yet-completely-clean reputation with those outside of his family. However, as much as he wanted to continue to keep himself out of the way of any potential scrutiny, he knew there was good reason for him to be at least somewhat involved in such affairs now, as the arrival of the Encanto's two most recent travelers had been heralded in one of his visions.

It had been a vision of two men, one old and one young, walking together-- with the older one rather roughly pulling the younger one along by the arm as he stumbled behind, a walking stick of some sort grasped in his free hand. ...It hadn't been either a good vision or a bad vision, per se, it had just been a vision. But even so, he knew from lots and lots of prior experience that if any person made even the smallest, briefest appearance in a vision, it meant without the shadow of a doubt that fate had something planned for them.

Upon recognizing the two men as they walked into the valley in the exact manner that he had seen in the vision just days later, he had made the decision to report what he had seen to his mother, who had in response given him the short, simple advice to "keep an eye on them," and keep her in the know of any further developments.

So, that was exactly what Bruno had been doing over the past couple of days-- keeping an eye on the young, blind man, Makani, and his father as they sought to fulfill their goal to curing Makani's condition with the help of magic food, all the while silently wondering if such a thing was even possible to accomplish. Agustín and Mirabel had both been eating Julieta's cooking for years, and it hadn't cured either of them of the need to wear their glasses, so was it really going to help someone who completely lacked sight?

Nevertheless, Julieta, ever the kind soul she was, seemed to certainly have been trying her best to make something work, and thus, Makani had been spending a great deal of time eating meals at la casa Madrigal as they slowly made their way down the list of every recipe in her repertoire. During many of these mealtimes, Bruno had been attempting to sit within earshot, never speaking but always observing and listening to what was going on in a way that he hoped wasn't too obvious. ...Well, not that Makani could see him trying to gather more information, but still.

Yes, it was nosy, but it had to be for the greater good, right? Makani and his father had to have been in the vision for a reason, and he wanted-- no, needed to know what it was.

He was currently sitting in a chair near the corner of Casita's dining room, only really half-reading the book he held in his hands. Julieta had disappeared into the kitchen to work on her daily batch of healing arepas, while Makani's father had gone off to do... something or other, leaving his blind son alone at the table to eat the rest of the soup that, like all the other food he had consumed in his time here, had seemingly failed to restore his eyesight.

A few of the floor tiles beneath the chair suddenly shifted in a familiar gesture for attention, and Bruno glanced down quizzically at them.

"...What?" he asked the house in a barely-audible whisper.

A few more tiles rolled up towards where Makani was finishing his food, followed by the floor giving another small nudge to Bruno's sitting spot. Casita spoke in a language only the Madrigals could understand, and to Bruno's trained mind, its message was clear as day. Go talk to him.

He hesitated, an all too familiar feeling of shyness washing over him. Sure, talking to the other man might've helped him in his quest to figure out what his vision had meant, but other than a passing greeting or two, he had never actually spoken to Makani before.

"...I-I can't-" He was in the process of saying when the tiles suddenly shifted hard enough to nearly knock him out of his chair.

"Ah-! Okay, okay... Geez..." Knowing he wouldn't be winning this fight, Bruno sighed as he stood up and closed his book, being sure to give the floor a quick glare before making his way over towards the table. He knew Casita only wanted the best for him and the rest of the family, but boy, could the house be pushy sometimes.

If Makani had heard his footsteps, or the soft knocks he had performed upon the wood of a nearby wall for luck before approaching, he didn't show it. Bruno was never sure how to start conversations, especially with strangers, but eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and speak.

"Um... hi." he greeted softly, giving a small wave on instinct despite the fact that the gesture would go unseen. "...Er... Makani, right...?"

[ironhardpacker]

Falling out of a compartment in Maw’s ship, Makani- or, rather, Eurus, scrambles up from the floor of the ship and adjusts his helmet.

“Before you say anything, I’m coming with you!…It’s too late to go back, anyway. But I want to help, Tony!”

Tony just stood there slack-jawed. Amazed once more by Makani, the love of his life. Though, this time, it wasn't a pleasant surprise. Good thing the helmet was hiding his face.

"No. No. No. Makani- God damn it-" Iron Man's helmet folds down and away, revealing Tony's frustrated face. "Makani, this is dangerous! You know this is one of those missions where if we fail, we'll..." Die. Obviously. They're going up against the big bad behind it all, very dramatic. Even if ( BIG if ) Thanos doesn't kill them, if they fail, they're as good as dead. Half the universe - dead. Odds weren't great. Plus, it wasn't exactly likely they'd be able to book a return trip back to Earth either way. Tony was a genius, he knew it, but piloting an alien ship? Not exactly in his wheelhouse. All this added up to a very clear and bleak suicide mission. One Tony didn't want to risk Makani to. But...it was like the kanaka maoli said, it was far too late to go back.

"Alright. We need a plan. We've got to rescue Gandalf over there and his stone. His cape is pretty keen on that too." Tony says, flipping his helmet back up to hide his face as he turns his focus to the problem at hand.

(( @windsson ))

[handgiven]

@windsson, continued from here.

"no wait— you need to wait a little while." he's patient and benevolent as ever, even as the other cracks an eye open. "that's — that's the whole purpose of the, um, exercise. you close your eyes, you try to forget what they have seen, you open them again and, for just a second, the world is full of wonder because — in a way — you are seeing it for the first time. finding it new."

[young-botanical-genius]

@windsson

Seymour glanced up at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Only thirty minutes past the time it had been when he had last looked at it.

He let out a small, dejected sigh through his nose. ...What had he been expecting, really? Time always seemed to pass slowly in the shop, most workdays a long, boring drag of doing the exact same routine of menial chores while waiting for customers that only stopped in maybe once or twice a week... that was, if they were lucky.

He had hoped that taking on the task of organizing some of the shop's storage down in the basement would've taken up a good chunk of his shift, but given that there hadn't been much to organize in the first place, it hadn't taken very long, and now there was hardly anything left for him to busy himself with until closing time rolled around.

Mushnik's running errands and Audrey didn't show up... What to do for six hours...? He thought as he headed back up the stairs, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of perhaps spending the day sweeping the floor twenty-or-so more times. As dull as that sounded, he supposed it would still beat sitting around all day... and it admittedly wouldn't be his first time doing so.

He stepped into the main floor of the shop, an unfamiliar noise capturing his attention immediately.

Click-click-click.

Upon turning his head towards the source of the sound, he was instantly hit with the realization that he wasn't as alone in the shop as he had previously thought he was. Mushnik had hired a new employee a few days ago: an accountant who was apparently responsible for "managing the finances."

What finances? Seymour had thought at the time he had been introduced to his new coworker, puzzled, though in no way offended, by his boss's decision. He knew from experience that if it put Mushnik's mind at ease, then it was best not to question it. Besides, the guy had seemed to be nice enough so far, if a bit quiet.

Seymour gazed at the other man in silence for a moment, watching him continue to type away on that typewriter of his. It seemed that most of the time, he was either doing that or jotting down figures onto a sheet of paper. He looked smart doing either of those things, though Seymour supposed that if he was an accountant, he probably was.

It's not nice to stare, a voice inside his head suddenly spoke up, snapping him out of his daze. At least say hi.

Seymour took a deep breath, gradually building up the courage to push past the shyness that swept over him whenever he encountered someone he didn't know too well. He had hardly spoken to Makani since he had arrival, but If they were going to be working in the same vicinity for the foreseeable future, it was probably best to try and build up at least a little bit of a friendly relationship.

"...U-um, hi..." he greeted, his voice coming out a little too loud for his own liking. There was a brief bit of silence before he dug deep once more and was able to speak again, voice quieter this time.

"...Uh, Makani, right...?"

[therelentless]

Dang! I think I win most Bingos! Beat that, folks.

the dating bingo game! ❤ ;; @windsson

2 Bingos. A lot of checked-out boxes. It might just work out!

[streetwisetemptress]

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

@windsson

“Care to join me? I can’t drink all of this alcohol by myself.”

[ceoofvariants]

Well today I learned Owen Wilson has played a cowboy in more than one movie. How about that

even when he's not playing a cowboy he's still a little bit playing a cowboy and i respect him for that.

[norringtxn]

Not for the letter meme, but my muse just wanted to tell James that he has nice hair. The real, brown hair, not the silly wig.

“Do you mean the brown wig? Some say they prefer it to the white one, but I think the white wig is more becoming to a commodore.”

[green-eyed-prophet]

got tagged by @windsson to make a pokemon team for Bruno so here it is!!

i think if it was up to Bruno he'd only have rattatas LMAO but i picked some pretty strong psychic ones bc of his gift.

i chose sandshrew not only because its a rodent, but because of the 'sound of falling sand' line in WDTAB. i think he'd also have a litwick because it would remind him of his family, and it somehow felt wrong to not give him at least one ghost type.

this was really fun! not tagging anyone specifically but if anyone wants to do it go ahead :D

[ironhardpacker]

“You know what, I’ve never actually gotten to do that thing where you kiss someone under mistletoe. Oh no, what do I have here~?”

"No? I've done it a couple of times here and there..." Tony said with a smirk and a shrug, eyes brightening up at Makani's faux-surprise discovery. "Oh? Why, dear, sweet, Makani-hani, that appears to be some aforementioned mistletoe. It looks like you'll get to pop the cherry on this holiday tradition after all. And with an expert, no less. Lucky man. Though, I think I know someone a bit luckier in this scenario..." He murmurs, leaning in for a merry kiss.

(( @windsson ))

[young-botanical-genius]

WHAT CAN YOUR MUSE DO?

BOLD  what  your  muse  can  do.    Italicize  for  something  they  can  do  to  some  extent. Repost!!  Do  not  reblog!!

bake  a  cake  from  scratch  /  ride  a  horse  /  drive  a  submarine  / speak  a  second  language (picked up some Yiddish from Mr. Mushnik) /  dance  /  catch  a  fish  /  play  an  instrument  / throw  a  punch /  build  a  deck  /  ice  skate  /  unclog  a  drain  / program  a  computer  /  change  a  flat  tire  /  fire  a  gun  /  sew  /  juggle  /  play  poker  /  paint /  fly  a  kite  /  sculpt  /  write  poetry  /  change  a  diaper  / sing  / shoot  a  bow  and  arrow  /  ride  a  bike  /  swim  /  sail  a  boat  /  do  a  backflip  /  play  chess  /  give  cpr  /  pitch  a  tent  / flirt  /  stitch  a  wound  /  read  palms  /  use  chopsticks  /  write  in  cursive  /  calligraphy  /  use  an  electric  drill  /  braid  hair  /  make  a  campfire

make  a  mixed  drink  / do  sudoku  puzzles  /  wrap  a  gift  /  give  a  good  massage  /  jump  start  a  car  /  roll  their  tongue  /  do  magic  tricks  /  do  yoga  /  tie  a  tie  /  skip  a  rock  / shuffle  a  deck  of  cards  /  read  morse  code  /  pick  a  lock /  fly  a  plane  /  train  animals  /  fix  a  car / apologize  /  write  a  business  letter  /  write  in  a  second  language  /  say  the  alphabet  backwards  /  read  music  /  cook  complex  meals /  change  oil /  paint  nails  /  draw  /  socialize /  march  /  take  apart  a  gun  /  drive  a  rig  /  operate  a  tank  /  climb  a  tree /  rock  climb /  tie  a  cherry  stem  /  basic  first  aid  /  draw  blood /  put  out  a  fire

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tagging: whoever wants to do it :)

[therelentless]

Please tell me about Nandor and hoooorses/his horse

{ @windsson ;;

ooc;; nandor and horses. more like nandor and his horse... john/jahan. yes, nandor loves but loves horses, but john definitively was special to him, because not only he was his best friend, he was also closer to him than any member of his family ever was as he says, but also (and here go my HCs for it), nandor grew up being unable to trust the people around him, and making friends was never easy for him for this reason and many others, but john, there was no doubting john's loyalty to him. he was also a gift from his dad, which to nandor this meant everything.

my whole thing when it comes to nandor & john, is that saying "it's lonely at the top." John was not just a horse to nandor, he represented someone that he could trust, someone that didn't expect anything in return from him, someone who was genuinely by his side without the intention of using him. they had a special connection, they understood each other in their own way... and if it wasn't for the fact that he had his men to feed, nandor would have died first before having to eat john.

[murroyilodel]

@winds-son​​

                 “Do you have any dreams? Everyone has them, right?”

[norringtxn]

I gotta send you one too!

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

// thank youuu!! <333

[green-eyed-prophet]

HEADCANON MEME:

basics:

LEGAL NAME: Bruno Pedro Oscar Madrigal

NICKNAMES: Brunito, Tío Bruno/Tío, Bad Luck Bruno, El Brujo

DATE OF BIRTH: October 17th

GENDER: Male

PLACE OF BIRTH: A small, rural village in Colombia. However, it was attacked by raiders only a few hours after his birth, forcing his parents to flee.

CURRENTLY RESIDING: The Encanto-- a magical, isolated town hidden somewhere within the Colombian wilderness.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Spanish (native language, fluent), English (conversational), some French and some Latin.

EDUCATION: He received a basic, high school-like education through the Encanto's local school, and is able to read and write.

HAIR COLOR: Black, with gray streaks due to age.

EYE COLOR: Normally hazel; neon green when using his gift.

HEIGHT: 5'4''

family:

SIBLINGS: Julieta Madrigal (oldest sister) and Pepa Madrigal (older sister). He's the youngest of a set of triplets.

PARENTS: Alma Madrigal (mother) and Pedro Madrigal (father, deceased)

CHILDREN: He has no children of his own, and isn't sure if he would ever want any, but he does have four nieces and two nephews that he loves very much!

relationships:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. Not actively looking for a relationship, but wouldn't exactly be opposed to getting into one if the right person happened to come along.

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