#bruno tbt.

[diredenzione]

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

thematic headcanons / accepting !

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

abbacchio is fond of gloomy weather … especially since the rain is particularly fond of the spring and fall seasons. so, he simply likes being able to simply cozy up next to his loved ones and enjoy good coffee / tea while bundled up in lots of thick blankets. he can be quite sappy like that … also, the rain causes his hair to frizz up and ruins his makeup if he doesn’t have an umbrella on him, which can genuinely sour his mood and make him become irritable. 

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

most people underestimate abbacchio’s need to use makeup. he would rather be caught dead than to go out without makeup. and, i just know he’s going after the highest end brand makeup. lots and lots of kat von d, dior, chanel … and his makeup consist of a lot of black eyeliner, lavendar eyeshadow palettes, and a wide arrange of lipsticks. 

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

and speaking of makeup … abbacchio is a very, very expensive man. i don’t want to say that he needs all the nice new things, but … good makeup is unbelievably expensive, moreso than people tend to realize. he is also a fan of buying his clothing locally, which can drive up the price of certain clothing, as oppose to buying from a big store that produces fast fashion. anything handmade always tends to be more expensive and he sees it as a good thing to support these artists. even if ... it ends up putting him in the red ...

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

ohohoh … this is definitely going under a read more !

i am always willing to discuss nsfw headcanons for him, especially since, i feel like, most people often pose abbacchio as the submissive one in any kind of relationship he is in? which … i, personally, do not see. it’s clear he hates being regarded as someone weak- and being put in a quote-unquote submissive position would be degrading to him. he loves to exert strength over someone, show that he can be truly demanding if he wanted to be. something about wanting to show that if really wanted something, he will take it without remorse. those muscles are not simply for show! and he is always willing to give a demonstration, if need be.

[self-ships-ahoy]

It's still the 3rd where I am so Happy Boyfriend Day to the two new boyfriends I got this year (so far lol)!!

[oohuh]

I popped a pimple and it hurts so so bad

[trawlhisface-blog]

Don't know if I've posted this on Tumblr.

So here's Throwback Thursday fan art of few years ago of Bruno Mars & Cardi-B track cover art "Please me".

[saintturpentine]

tbt the time I was super obsessed w Bruno from dead island 2 and wrote a really fucking good fanfic I forgot abt

[kayuwerott]

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My Track:

#107 + #133 / Eranno pi, Kay Uwe Rott

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[dantonpantoja]

Como hoje é dia de #tbt quero me recordar de uma das melhores aulas que tive em minha carreira , a aula feita pelo Doutor Defensor Público Bruno Martinelli Scrignoli, @brunomartinelliscrignoli que é um dos melhores que atuam no Tribunal do Júri na região de Campinas, além de me explicar sobre diversas teses defensivas também nos apresentou um caso prático na qual conseguiu a absolvição com a tese de cooperação dolosamente distinta entre outras, muito mais por todo conhecimento que o senhor me passou, tenho certeza que vai agregar muito em minha carreira principalmente quando eu iniciar a fazer plenários do Tribunal do júri, gratidão! #defensorespúblicos #aula #curso #becasurrada #tribunaldojúri #defesa #plenário #conhecimento #esa #abracrim #teses #estratégia #defensoria #defensoriapublica #defensoriapública #dpe #dpers #defensor #defensores #defensorpublico #defensorpúblico (em OAB Rio Preto) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckyw4rjprl_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[asphuxia]

/ * REVUE STARLIGHT.

As opposed to outward appearances, the villa is all but abandoned within; the sets and people shift as easily as sand. It is a mess of organisation and as busy as a hive, the chatter of the crew only ever overpowered by D’Silva’s shouting. The castmates and stage crew are both assembled on set, and it does not take a keen eye to understand that they had no wishes to speak with them— if they were interested at all. They meander behind the productions, and Eir catches Mireille, D’Silva’s supposed ‘daughter’ keeping her eyes on them. Beside her is a youth who introduces himself as Donnie with a grin, though he seems clueless of his purpose here. Constantly on standby, and yet only ever needed to act as a stuntman— though he notes that none of the actors resemble him in the slightest. Eir frowns, slight, though she does not press further. Perhaps the both of them would warrant a revisit.

Pale eyes glaze over the structure of the rest of the building, and Mireille’s eyes follow them as they leave to observe the rest of its space. Rats follow their courses within the corners of the kitchen of the ground floor, slipping behind cupboards and leaving their spoils. It’s cluttered with evidence that crew members frequent the place, with dishes and pots stacked upon the countertop. It is nothing compared to the great kitchen within the academy’s dining hall, brimming with chefs and their assistants. The main stairwell is out of bounds, roped off for the safety of the crew— though it did not seem that anyone would wish to risk going up with it. Eir inspects it from where they stand; it seemed victim to rot, breakage, and general poor maintenance. But there are two more floors and plenty of other rooms within the villa left for them to explore, with the grace of the smaller stairway in the back of the kitchen.

They proceed upwards. Though the second floor seemed largely reserved for sets and other aspects of the production, the uppermost was intended to host dressing rooms and apartments. The third floor is mostly empty, with nearly all of those working on the project on set. A breeze whistles in through an open window, and the silence of the floor is nearly gratifying. Eir skims over the names upon the plaques as they proceed, taking note of what she could remember. A girl loiters around what is labelled as Adela’s apartment while the songstress performs below, possibly one of her attendants. Somehow, she reminds Eir of heroes within the Order— when they had little to do, substituted in battle for someone else. Bored. The Helian steels her nerves, and approaches. If they were to start anywhere, it may well be here.

The girl is leaning against the doorframe as they walk up to her, idly waiting around. As Eir introduces herself and the rest of her group, she exchanges her own name— Esa. Her demeanour seemed to glow far brighter than it had been only moments ago. Eir smiles; it was true, such simple greetings alone gave way to better days. She asks about the crew of whom Esa works with, to which she replies: “Oh the crew? They seem like OK folks. I haven’t been here long, but they’ve been nice enough to me. Why do you ask?”

“How long have you been here?” A pause. Eir hesitates; she tries to place her words carefully. “We are… looking for someone. Have you noticed anyone or anything… strange during your time here?” Eir glances at Adela’s plaque behind them. “… Or anyone notable at all?”

“I used to do maintenance for businesses around the opera house for… hm, probably a year. D’Silva asked me to come work on a new project he was starting a couple months ago, but he kind of made me think I’d be doing… well, more maintenance. Didn’t think I’d be waiting on a songstress.” She wrinkles her nose, but she doesn’t seem entirely displeased by the situation. She leans back against the doorframe as she gazes up at the ceiling to consider whether she had seen anyone of interest lately. “Anyone notable… To be honest, the staff is always changing. I couldn’t tell you who’s been here for months from the folks just visiting.”

Eir’s interest rises at that. So unused to the work, though she does not seem to be troubled with where she has landed. A slight tilt of her head; Eir studies her closely. “Adela, yes? What are your impressions of her?”

“What are you, reporters?” Esa laughs. “Miss MacFhearghail is nicer than you’d expect. Honest. I know she’s got some bad rep with folks but— I mean, I don’t know the details— but she’s been in this business a long time and she’s got the record to prove it. I don’t mind waiting on her, even if she can be fussy and ill-tempered sometimes.”

The noble nods, committing the information to memory. Perhaps it was worth speaking to the songstress when next she had time to herself… A slight frown pulls at the ends of her lips, puzzled as the Helian’s thoughts return to Esa’s previous words. “Is D’Silva so prone to sending home those who work for him? Surely he must keep more than some around with greater permanence.” On a project like this… and with mismatched talents? It seemed odd to need so many people if they were not adequately fitted to their purposes. Eir glances around, though she knows the only occupants of the floor were members of the crew. “Who visits the sets?”

“I don’t know if D’Silva is actually firing people or if they just… stop showing up. This ain’t exactly a standard job, and most of the crew is used to producing operas. Not to mention the actors… I get the impression they don’t think D’Silva’s vision will amount to anything in the end.”

Eir blinks. They did not think highly of this project— of their director’s ambitions at all, and yet would see it through to its end. Perhaps it is the marvel of D’Silva’s ‘miracle device’ that convinces them to stay? But if Esa is right, perhaps few are staying at all..

Esa stops to think again, this time for a long time, obviously digging deep into her memories to draw out an answer. “No one really stands out… Oh! I’ve seen a redhaired guy show up once or twice. Doesn’t hang out for long, but his hair—“ She makes a gesture like combing fingers through her hair, which is black and braided nearly to her waist. “It’s the color of an apple, I swear. You can’t miss ‘im.”

A furtive glance is given in the direction of the three who had accompanied her, to suggest that they approach the man Esa had described whenever he may appear. If he would be remembered for anything beyond the colour of his hair, it would be well for them to remember him as well. The possible suspects were far too many within this place… they must narrow down their search. Eir looks to Ophelia, who seemed that she might burst with questions to ask— and thinly smiles. Go ahead.

@sheereccentric , @valaskjlf , & @mjolnrr !

[cruelsfate]

‘ ghostly encounters. ’  ——  marianne&bruno

As the days grow colder, students balk at the idea of walking around outside in the cold, especially late at night. Whispers of a shortcut quickly spread through the student body: if you’re coming from the library, you can go through the gallery hall to get back to the dorms. It’s not long until this path is marred by rumors of an armored thief stealing people’s books and essays late at night. There’s a reward if you unmask the criminal, but soon enough you find out that there’s more to this criminal than you thought. Too bad the realization only comes when one of the armored knights on display is magically brought to life, brandishing its sword at you. [ Grants +1 Sword ]

With the arrival of the Red Wolf Moon comes Fódlan’s typical winter chill, and not even the layers of the academy’s evening wear can chase it away completely. As she tips a book backward by its spine to tug it off the shelf, the idea of walking back to the dormitories flits across her mind. Marianne is used to a slight chill—indeed, her affinity for ice magic has rendered the cold an old companion. Still, if she can avoid it then the option to do so is much preferred.

Though she takes little stock in the rumors that seem to constantly surface around the monastery, this one seems rather harmless. Coming from the library, take the path through the gallery hall to return to the dorms. A safe path for students who would rather not take the walk back in the cold, and Marianne can safely count herself amongst them.

She has barely taken a few steps out of the library and into the gallery hall when she finds that she is already lost, unsure where this shortcut was meant to be. If nothing else, this should have been expected—she is tired and the cold has begun to settle and it is a little difficult not to be miffed at the situation, though it is purely her own doing. The numerous armored knights on display certainly do not help her nerves. There had been rumors of an armored thief around these parts, hadn’t there? Could they be hiding amongst them?

Marianne quickly shakes the thought away as nonsense. Few rumors tend to prove true and it is not as though she has anything valuable for a thief to steal, even if her gaze lingers a bit too long on the armored knights, as if they might come alive if given enough time. Instead, she casts a look around, and when her eyes catch on another figure nearby, she decides that anyone else that is in the area so late at night surely must be in search of this rumored shortcut as well.

Still, it appears the night does not think kindly of her. She has only taken a few steps in the stranger’s direction, a quiet, “Excuse me?” escaping her lips, before she hears the sound of movement behind her. She turns, lets out a startled gasp, and drops one of the books in her grasp as her brain struggles to make sense of what she is seeing before her.

One of the armored knights takes a step forward, brandishing its sword, and she scrambles to pick up the book she had dropped. “Um—?” Marianne swivels around, staring at the stranger she had been approaching with wide eyes, and blurts the first thing that she can think of, considering the circumstances. “I’m sorry, do you, um—” She casts a glance over her shoulder, as though the armored knight might have been some illusion born from the night. It is not. “Do you see that?”

[tcthinecwnself-a]

i’m going to have a fcking heart attack

[jabbers-wild-world]

;; Just gonna dump some Bruno headcanons here, ones that are specific at least to my portrayal of this poor anxiety-filled oracle.

Bruno is asexual. He’s not sex-repulsed, but he has very, very little libido and generally doesn’t seek out that kind of interaction.

He made a personal decision to never have kids, mostly due to his own insecurities and not wanting to pass that on to any kid, as well as feeling like a failure and not wanting to burden any kid of his with having a loser dad.

He gets some pretty severe panic attacks, and he tends to pace a lot to try to calm himself, and he also has a nervous tick of patting his hand against his own chest. (This is of course aside from all his more superstitious nervous ticks.)

He is very easily stressed out, and while he did actually leave the encanto for a bit, he really only lasted about two months before the outside world got way too overwhelming for him and retreated back home.

Right before he left, he actually had gotten into a full-blown, voices raised, tensions high fight with Abuela Alma. They both said some pretty awful things, but Bruno absolutely hates himself for even snapping at all. This is part of why he was so afraid for Abuela to see him. He regrets everything he said and has been very afraid to face her again.

He was always a shy kid even before he got his gift, and then afterwards it only got worse as he developed much more severe anxiety.

Acting and putting on false personas was how he coped with anxiety when he was younger, and is still a consistent fallback for him now. Even if it’s just to deflect some topics of conversation.

He cannot cook, except for the most simple of basic things. The one time he tried to cook for the family when he was younger, he somehow managed to burn it and undercook it at the same time.

He is trans-male, and while he has managed to fully transition, it was a very rough process and an even worse recovery, which he didn’t allow Julieta to help him heal from because he was afraid that if she did, it would undo everything the surgeries had done. So he does have some pretty significant scars from those surgeries.

He also has a lot of body anxiety, and very rarely does he ever let even his physical build be seen. So this also means that the only ones who have ever seen his scars are Julieta and Pepa, but he’s even gotten rather body shy around them, especially in recent years.

Bruno can only tolerate having so many visions in a day. They wear him out, make him physically drained, give him migraines, and at worst, he can end up pushing himself to the point of collapse.

He also occasionally has visions in his sleep, and they tend to manifest with a lot of twitching and movement as he sleeps, but they aren’t ever really complete visions, existing primarily without any particular subject, until someone comes in physical contact with Bruno, and then his vision will become something more direct and specific. He prefers to avoid that as much as possible though, because he has no control over what he’s going to see and he doesn’t want to accidentally see something he’ll regret.

He also has insomnia on top of having visions in his sleep, so generally he actually hardly sleeps at all. Of course that’s not great for his health, physical or mental, but he really has a very hard time even falling asleep, and he is the first to admit that.

Bruno has two typical methods of trying to calm his mind in order to even attempt sleep. The first is that he roams the halls of the casita late at night when everyone else is asleep, since he figures that going for a walk can help to clear his head. The other is that he hums lullabies to himself until he’s calmed down and is too tired to get up and wander.

He has, on at least two occasions, encountered Camilo in the halls at night and they have both startled each other in the accidental meetings, subsequently running off back to their rooms and hoping it was just a dream. Especially since in each encounter, Camilo had shifted into Bruno at the time.

[scnrisa]

some anastasia au doodles i did today !! feat. @miraclestitch & @livesforgttn !!

DO NOT REBLOG UNLESS YOU ARE THANATOS & ASH.

[crucgone]

Encanto hcs abt Cir:

Relied a lot on casita when she was little and wasn’t allowed to leave the house without a family member and when the magic acts up it really fucks with her. She HATES having to rely on others

Loves her family but she has no idea how to show that so she’s mean 24/7 except Aulisa who she has no problem being giddy and excited around

Constantly runs her fingers over her poncho because the design is embroidered and she stims a lot

Always causing trouble and breaking things

Dolores 🤝 Cir

Knowing Bruno is in the house and not telling anyone

[miraclestitch-a]

@warraigoe​ asked: ‘you know i love you,  right?’ / from bruno (:

love is a spark, cast into water. / accepting.

🦋 – Mirabel had been lonely for YEARS. She ROTTED in the silence of the nursery. It hollowed out her chest, and filled her with a sadness that words couldn’t DESCRIBE. And in her loneliness, whether she knew it or not, she REACHED for any sort of LIGHT. Any type of EYES on her, any EARS that will listen. She BEGGED every night for some sort of PERSON to HEAR her. She talked to the walls of Casita hoping someone would listen to her. Someone was.

🦋 – And she CLUNG to him. She clung to his LOVE, to his PRAISE. She wanted someone to SEE her and finally someone HAD. She gives him a SMILE, nothing except LOVE behind her eyes. 

🦋 – “I love you too, tio,” she gives him a slight hug. “Thank you, again. For ... everything.”

[kayuwerott]

Hug to Motor Melody

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My Track: #101 / Oramee pi, Kay Uwe Rott

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[heartthrummed-a]

@henshyne​​ (bruno) asked: ❛ do you trust me? ❜ (accepting)

...what a loaded question. it creates a sense of discomfort, like they’ve been thrust into a spotlight they never asked for. and in a way, they have been― ordinary people might be able to hand out their trust freely, but gin is no ordinary person. but then again, neither is bruno. he of all people would understand how hard it is to trust even people within one’s organization (criminals know best not to trust other criminals, after all), let alone people outside of it. so he’d know, then, what it means to ask for or be offered that trust. something that gin has never done for anyone outside of their brother, the sole constant in their life and the one person gin knows would never hurt them.

but... it’s hard to believe bruno would ever hurt them, either. he’s a good man, after all― a rare breed, someone they would have never thought existed, especially in the cold and cruel world of organized crime. perhaps if gin were to ever attack his group, his family, then maybe he’d be able to hurt them... but that would be earned, and would only prove how truly good he is, protecting his own with his life. besides, they would never dare to do something like that― those people matter to bruno, and so they matter to gin too. not that they’d admit it. not aloud. there are too many eyes and ears everywhere, and one could never be sure whether or not someone else was listening in. god forbid, because gin knows some certain people will stoop to any level, use any bargaining chip, just to achieve whatever terrible goal they have in mind. 

the story of sakunosuke and those children still haunts them, truth be told. 

but it’s for that reason that gin does not answer him out loud. instead, they simply place their hand in his, interlocking their fingers and giving a gentle squeeze. at the same time, their head falls to rest gently on his shoulder, waiting for a beat before they nod slowly, too.

❝...don’t ask stupid questions,❞ they mumble, voice as rough from disuse as ever. that much, at least, is ambiguous enough to perhaps dissuade potential eavesdroppers. not that gin thinks there are any right now, but paranoia has kept them alive for the past several years, and they’re not about to change that any time soon. they don’t offer much more than that anyway, instead just letting their eyes fall shut and they allow themself to relax, serving as definitive proof that yes, they trust him, and he’d better not make them regret allowing him that privilege.