Some of my fav pics of Bruno... because it's a majority of my camera roll😳😳😳
First up we have-
*fart noise*
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I just love him in this scene in general. I love how Bruno can literally SEE what's happening in front of him (as well as the person in the little sand-dome) but he still speaks like a typical psychic, really vague and all that. Then, he gets really excited when he pieces everything together, like he's invested and interested in connecting the dots, which makes sense for a theatrical character like him, looking for a story and figuring out the twists and turns, just like how someone would theorise about a show (or a telenovela👀👀👀) you can tell that he does enjoy some parts of his gift (although he definitely resents it more).
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Look at me and my arepa! Ignore the table- JUST LOOK AT ME, HEE HEE!
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The cutest eyes one did see I just-😭😭
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I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS-
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Looking like Harry Styles-
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LOOK AT HIS LITTLE DORKY, TOOTHY SMILE OMFG IF HE PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE I'D THANK HIM-
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Omfg never stop smiling king💘
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Mtired, just hit me with a fucking shovel.
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Did my mamá just hug me- and kiss me? ......
WhAT IS gOIng ON?!??
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Greetings!! Just posting a fanfic I wrote for my homework :33 (Yes, it is Lennabel)
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A Clandestine Night
In the heart of town, a wealthy man threw a lavish ball, inviting only his closest friends. The event hums with excitement as guests anticipate a night of luxury and camaraderie.
Annabel Lee Whitlock, an undercover spy seeking the rich man's wealth, disguised as one of the man's guests. As for her disguise, she posed as Arabella Delphine, one of the plush man's trusted friends. For her plan to work out, she must not be seen by the host otherwise she would be caught with no way out.
To fit in with the guests, she wore a Midnight Blue bust down strapless evening dress with a black shawl around her upper arms, she had black long satin gloves.
There she arrived at the party right on time, the greeter at the entrance checked her name on the guest list. She was let in effortlessly, she smiled at this—this was gonna be easier than she thought. She walked among the crowds, the giggles and laugh of the other guests rang in her ears yet this didn't distract her, she continued on with her mission of finding the host’s vault.
She was wandering around trying to find a way to sneak into the vault when suddenly she stumbled upon a… woman with a suit? “How unusual…” she dusted off her dress, staring into the woman right in front of her.
“Greetings, I apologize for bumping into you.” she hurriedly spoke, worried.
“It's fine, really. What's your name dear?” Annabel smiled, tucking a strand of her curled hair behind her ear.
“My name's Lenore, Lenore Vandernacht. Pleasure to meet you.” Lenore smiled back, kissing the back of Annabel's hand.
She introduced herself. “I'm Arabella Delphine.” She continued on her disguise, not letting that kiss on the hand expose her.
“Ah! You're one of the host’s friends, yes?”
“Indeed, are you not one of his friends?”
“... I am, yes! I just thought you were one of the staff.”
“A staff?.. wearing a dress?”
"Oh! Well, can the staff not wear formal dress wear in a party as well?” Lenore smiled innocently, a hint of an annoyed tone hidden behind her voice.
Annabel glared “Hm, I suppose.” She uttered in defeat.
The two stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak. It was only a few seconds but time seemed to drag on endlessly, Annabel just wanted to leave and continue to her mission but the other woman spoke.
“What brings you to the party?”
“Well I was invited, of course I would attend it. I never miss a party.”
“Ah, a partygoer. What's your work?”
“Oh, my dad owns a company. It's called ‘AD’ he's planning to make me CEO.”
“I've heard of that company before, are you the daughter of Ambrose Delphine?”
“Indeed, I must leave. I'm meeting up with a friend.”
“I understand, apologies for disturbing you.”
“It's quite alright, it was a pleasure talking to you. Ta-ta!” With that, Annabel quickly left.
Lenore, with a gleam of mischief dancing in her eyes and a playful smirk curling her lips, watched intently, her gaze fixed upon the target. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she transmitted her observation through the concealed earpiece, her voice laced with amusement as she confirmed, "Yeah, I got her in sight.”
At the same time, Annabel finally found the vault. Thoughts of getting richer crossed her mind, but she reminded herself to focus on the task at hand. There she twisted the lock instantly opening it, she smiled at the sight of glowing gold before her. Before stepping in, she stopped. She thought for a moment, “This is way too easy,” a hint of suspicion lingered in her voice, she continued “There must be a catch.” she observed inside the vault, trying to find anything unusual or suspicious. When she found none, she took a deep breath before stepping in. No alarms were set up, she let out a sigh of relief. She took out a bag and started with the money first.
After that, she moved on to the gold but she was stopped. She heard a familiar voice behind her speak, her heart dropped to her stomach.
“Well, well, well.. Hello ‘Arabella’.”
Annabel turned around facing the woman she talked to earlier, Lenore. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was worried that you wouldn't find your way to your little friend.” Lenore spoke sarcastically. “Tch, I knew you were aiming for the vault. I knew you from the start Annabel Lee Whitlock.”
A drop of sweat fell from Annabel's face as she glared at the woman in front of her. She could feel the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. “What do you want, Lenore?”
Lenore just smirked playfully, walking closer to the Spy. She whispered in her ear, “Put those back Annabel Lee.”
Therefore Annabel lunged at Lenore, pinning her to the ground. Afterwards Lenore punched her in the face, leaving a bruise. Annabel groaned and stood up, a death glare could be seen. Lenore pinned her against the wall, leaving almost no space between them.
Annabel kicked her in the stomach and ran with money and some gold in her bag. Lenore stumbled and fell on the floor, landing on her butt. She quickly stood up and ran after Annabel, but it was too late, Annabel was already near the exit and Lenore would never reach her. However she kept running after her.
Annabel took off her heels and ran even faster. She got into her getaway car, and the driver drove off, leaving Lenore behind. She stood there, fuming that she hadn't caught the criminal. With a sigh, she informed her boss that she hadn't succeeded in apprehending the criminal. With that, she returned to the party.
During that time, Annabel began to breathe heavily once she got in the car. Exhausted from the running, she glanced at the driver, who wore a puzzled expression.
“Prospero, I- *pant* I didn't get all of it. But I got some!”
Prospero, the driver spoke with a satisfied tone. “Well done, Annabel.”
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Btw this is what Annabel was wearing :3 (CREDITS TO @rednflynn ON TWT OFC!!!! :DDD)
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