#f/o: bruno madrigal

[kewkcommissions]

A sketch commission for @naoko-world of her s/i and Bruno spending a peaceful afternoon together by the river 💕

[a-garden-of-worlds]

My youngest f/o's are 24 with absolutely no limit to how much older than me they can get. Gimme my immortal eldritch horror hubby's aeons older than me

Gimme my old and weary gilf's

[aeoneri]

Real conversation with my sister this morning.

My sister: Hey, can I borrow your necklace? The plain one?

Me: *confused* Which one?

My sister: The plain one. It's gold?

Me: *still confused* Which one? They're all gold!

My sister: No, not the one with green...ah, the hourglass one that you wore last week!

I get the necklace for her from my jewelry box. Realization hits.

My sister: Jesus fcking...that's why it's an hourglass. It's Bruno, isn't it?

Me: Wow, took you long enough.

My sister: You're obsessed.

Guilty as charged. Unfortunately she's a speech therapist and will never understand what it means to have an f/o...unless you count her love for Harry Styles as one? She judges me so hard for loving Bruno Madrigal. He just makes me so happy, okaaaay?

I wonder how long it will take her to realize the other green jewelry I have bought recently also points to my f/o? I assume quite a while 😂

[empty-cryptid]

Since AO3 is struggling at the moment, I'll post this here for now and put it on AO3 later. This is set before "Reading Glasses", a story I wrote some time ago.

Edit: Now posted to AO3! HERE

Step One (Reading Glasses)

When Antonio suddenly appeared beside him and excitedly held up a drawing he did, Bruno tipped backward in surprise. After a breath, he took the picture and held it further away from his face so he could see it properly. "Oh wow, this is great! Is it Chispi?"

"Yeah! Chispi sat and let me draw her even though I can't talk to her right now."

"That was nice of her. I wish my rats would sit still for a portrait. Very nice job, Antonio."

"Thanks, Tío!"

Antonio took his picture back and ran out of the house to show it to the next family member he wanted to see it. All of the Madrigals were in temporary accommodations until Casita was rebuilt, so he was running from house to house.

Pepa watched the interaction with a small smile, happy that her brother is finally back with them and can meet her little boy.

Beside her, Julieta, who usually noticed things first, hummed and lifted an eyebrow. "Bruno, how are your eyes?"

"Hmm?" He looked up, "What do you mean?"

"Well both Pepa and I have reading glasses now, so I was wondering if you also needed some."

"Oh. Hmm, no, I think I'm alright?" Bruno shrugged.

"Somehow I doubt that. Here, try my glasses." 

Julieta handed her glasses to her brother along with a recipe card. "Try reading this without the glasses, then with them."

"Alright." He held the card away from his face at arms length and read it.

Pepa chuckled. "Oh he definitely needs glasses." 

Bruno glanced at her, then placed the blue cat-eye frames on his nose before looking back at the card. "Oh wow."

"Do the glasses help?" Julieta smirked.

"Yeah." Bruno admitted while he looked at the card.

"We'll take you to the optometrist tomorrow."

He suddenly looked nervous as he looked up at her through the lenses, making his already big puppy dog eyes look even bigger. "Why do I have to go? Can't I just use yours sometimes?"

"You have to get a proper check up anyway, and yes that is a requirement, so let's start with the eye doctor. It's the easiest one," Julieta explained.

"It's to make sure you're healthy, Bruno. You've gone too long without a check up. We'll be right there beside you," Pepa said.

"W-well ok…I-I guess if you're there too…but I'm not excited about it." Bruno hunched down and pouted.

"You'll get some reading glasses out of it. With all the reading you do, I think you'll appreciate that," Pepa said.

"F-Fine…"

…

At the optometrists office, Bruno was sat behind a machine while he anxiously fiddled with the edge of his ruana. Julieta put a hand on his shoulder and Pepa smiled at him from the doorway. Having his sisters there with him helped keep him calmer but he was still nervous about leaving Casita.

The doctor came over to him after writing down a few notes. He was warned beforehand to tell his skittish patient what he's going to do before he does it to avoid too much flinching and possible panic by the anxious man.

"Alright let's get this over with, eh?" 

Bruno nodded and offered a pitiful smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"None of this will hurt, but I'm going to get fairly close to you, alright?" The doctor explained.

"O-o-okay…" Bruno stuttered. He released his ruana so he could cross his fingers. While in the office, he wasn't allowed to throw salt around in order to keep the equipment safe.

The whole process went smoothly besides a few of Bruno's more intense flinches knocking the equipment. The doctor calmly reset what was bumped and continued.

"How does that look?"

"That…that looks, um, clear. I-I can read it."

"Is this better?"

"Y-Yes."

After a few more tests, Bruno was free to go. He was thoroughly done with everything and hid underneath his hood while his sisters took over for him. They showed him a few frames they liked and he picked one after trying them on. Finally, he was taken home.

Bruno was completely exhausted from the whole ordeal, so he decided to take a nap in the borrowed room he shared with his sisters. The triplets refused to be separated for the first month at least.

…

A week later, at a picnic lunch with the whole family, Pepa presented a package and gave it to Bruno. 

"This arrived today." She pushed it into his hands and waited eagerly for him to open it.

He started to open it while the rest of the family watched curiously. The box held his new reading glasses. He pulled them out and tried them on, shyly smiling at his family.

A smattering of compliments and little jabs about getting old came from his various family members. 

"When did you go get your eyes checked?" Alma asked.

"Um, last week."

"We noticed he might need them when he was holding everything at arm's length," Pepa giggled.

"Turns out he has the worst eyes of the three of us," Julieta informed them.

Everyone processed that information quietly, knowing a few factors probably contributed to that before Félix broke the silence. "Lookin' good Bruno! You'll find it much easier to read now." He held up his own glasses that were usually sitting in his shirt pocket.

"Thanks," Bruno said with a smile. He put his glasses away and hugged his sisters. "Thanks for helping me."

"You're welcome, now eat hermano, you need to put on some weight." Julieta said as she filled his plate.

Pepa put a hat on his head. "And tell us if you're getting too hot, you're so pale you'll burn easily. Here, drink more water."

Bruno laughed then, thoroughly happy to be back with his family. The emotions overflowed into tears and he started crying. Both of his sisters hugged him tightly and he let it all out.

"I'm so sorry! I love you so much, I'm sorry!" Bruno wailed.

"It's ok, Bruno. We're here, let it go." Pepa said as she rubbed his back.

"We love you too, hermano. We love you so much." Julieta squeezed him and kissed his cheeks.

After a while, he calmed down and uttered one last apology, embarrassed at the display.

Agustín replaced the hat that fell off his head and said, "Don't worry about it. Everyone needs a moment sometimes."

Julieta stuffed a buñuelo into his mouth, effectively breaking any tension. "Now eat, you're too scrawny." 

So he did. They all got their fill of the good food and pleasant conversation, just enjoying the afternoon together. Camilo and Mirabel started a fútbol game and all the kids formed teams.

"C'mon, join us!" Camilo called to the adults still sitting comfortably.

"You guys have fun, we'll enjoy watching you!" Félix replied.

"You guys are no fun." Camilo rolled his eyes as he returned to the game.

"I'm far too stuffed to run around right now…" Bruno sighed tiredly.

"Get used to it, I'm going to put some weight back on you." Julieta said with determined finality.

"'M not complaining, I missed warm food," Bruno flinched, "Sorry…"

"No need to be sorry. We talk about things now," Alma said. She briefly looked at her daughters for confirmation and got two nods before returning to her book.

Pepa put a book in one of Bruno's hands and a glass of water in the other. "It's hot, drink more water. Now, this book is one I thought you would enjoy. I read it a few months ago and instantly thought of you."

After drinking his water, Bruno looked at the cover and turned it over to read the back. He held it out at arm's length for a moment before Pepa put his glasses on for him. 

"Oh, right…heh." Bruno chuckled at himself and brought the book closer. "Hey this looks pretty good! Thanks!" He immediately opened it up and started reading it. 

Julieta put an arepa into his hand and he automatically started nibbling on it, lost in the story. She and Pepa stifled their giggles at that before turning to watch their kids play their game. 

…

Bruno got used to pulling out his glasses eventually. He lost them sometimes and usually found them on his head where he had forgotten about them. 

The glasses caused Pepa to notice his colour was returning to the healthy dark olive tone he was supposed to have. He had gotten some tan lines where the arms of his glasses sat along the sides of his head from reading outside for hours on end. 

He had a much easier time seeing his sobrinos' drawings, writings, and whatever else they wanted to show him. He didn't notice the intricate detail of Mirabel's designs or the subtle additions of tiny rats on Chispi's back in Antonio's drawing before getting the glasses.

Some months later, they even contributed to Julieta noticing her determination was starting to pay off when he lifted his shirt to clean them, revealing the start of healthy weight returning to his middle. 

Bruno appreciated the glasses for allowing him to read comfortably, his family enjoyed seeing the positive changes in him. That visit to the eye doctor started him on his path to health and reconnecting with his family one small step at a time.

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[biographydivider]

A get-well-soon present for @ramblesanddragons, based on her thoughts about Bruno’s pop culture vision 💕 💕 💕 hope that kittycat is still being sweet to you!

“Coffee, Bruno?”

Bruno hummed sleepily under his breath. “Thanks, kiddo. Just what your ol’ tio needs, heh.”

The cup, filled with steaming hot, black-as-night deliciousness, was in front of him before he could blink. Or maybe he’d just nodded off in between Camilo asking him and him delivering the goods to the breakfast table. The Madrigal morning briefing had been over for about half an hour, and Bruno hadn’t managed to move yet. His limbs felt like they were made of lead - he’d had a bad night’s sleep, full of visions that had kinda been dreams, and dreams that were sorta visions, and some stuff in between where Julieta had turned into a donkey and told him he’d be late for Sunday School if he didn’t put on his best pearls and get going. Everything was still...blurry. Tinged a little with green. Nothing a good cup o’ Joe wouldn’t fix.

Who was Joe?

Ahhhh. Didn’t matter. Coffee coffee coffee. Mmmmm.

As he slurped, Camilo took a seat beside him, busying himself with with cutting his toenails. If Mamá caught him doing that at the table, he’d get scalped. But Bruno was too drained to do anything about it. Instead, he watched Mariano bracing the slight slope that led from the town to La Casita; a gigantic bouquet of flowers clutched in one large hand, a jar of Osvaldo’s best candies tucked under the other muscular arm.

“Hola, hermano,” Camilo called out. “Special occasion?”

“What?” Mariano looked down at the contents of his arms with a look of vague surprise. “Oh. This?”

“Got it in one. Who says you’re not smart, amigo?”

Mariano ignored the jab. Or didn’t register it. “It’s mine and Dolores’ one hundred and five-day anniversary. I wanted to make it special for her.”

“Uh, Señor Guz -- I-I mean, Mariano,” Bruno said, stirring the dregs of the coffee in his cup with one finger, “y’do know an anniversary means one year, right? You can’t just...I mean, y’can’t just use it for whatever you want, y’know?”

Mariano’s eyes had misted over with what Mirabel called ‘The Lovey-Dovey Look’.  Big, soft eyes filling with sentimental tears, and a wide smile that showed off all those perfect teeth. “My Dolores is worth it, Señor Madrigal,” Mariano breathed. “I’ll create a reason to celebrate every single day, if it means I get to celebrate her.”

“Gross,” Camilo muttered under his breath, his attention turning to a particularly tough toenail as Mariano turned away and swept himself off into the house.

“Be nice, Milo,” Bruno muttered dryly, a sardonic little smile curling at the edges of his mouth. “He can’t help being a simp.”

There was a long, icy pause. The kind of pause Bruno had been on the receiving end of all his life. The kind that meant he’d said something totally, futuristically insane. He turned his head, wincing.

Camilo was staring at him like Bruno had stood up from the table and slapped him with a wet fish. “Wh...what did you say?!”

“Er...a...a-a-a-a simp?” Bruno shrugged. “I-I-I-I think that’s what I said, anyway?”

Another long pause.

“But Bruno,” Camilo breathed, leaning waaaay too far into his tio’s personal space and gripping both his spindly wrists, “what does it meeeeean?!”

Bruno opened his mouth to reply. Then closed it. Then opened it again, one finger pointed towards the sky for emphasis. And then he closed it again, finger crooking in defeat. “I...don’t...know.”

“So why did you say it?!”

“I dunno! You think I know why I say anything?!”

“So I can use it, then?”

“NO!” Something deep and primal in Bruno’s guts knew that word, whatever it meant, would get him in a lot of trouble with his sobrina and her new beau. But Camilo - awful demon child that he was - was already grinning his Chesire Cat grin, planning to ruin Bruno’s day before it began.

What was a Cheshire Cat?!?!

“I’m gonna go say it.”

“Milo --!”

“You can’t stop me you’re old and frail!”

“Get back here you little --”

“Let go of my foot! DOLORES!”

“Camilo!”

“DOLORES BRUNO CALLED MARIANO A BAD WORD”

“What?! Bruno!”

Oh great. Now Pepa was involved. This was almost as bad as the time he called her a ‘basic bitch’ when he was fifteen. Bruno let go of his sobrino’s foot, watched as the little brat scurried away into the house, and let his head fall onto the breakfast table with an audible thunk.

He needed another cup of coffee.

[sealpaws]

2, 5, 10, and 16! :3 - @prismaticuniverses

yay thank you!!! im doing this for my encanto s/i like you said in your second ask :3

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

directly after the end of the movie! bruno and dolores go to their village to return the horse at the end of the movie to them. bruno had met them off camera and when dolores met her she Instantly knew she and bruno were feelin each other (im probably gonna write about this uwu)

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

no <3

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

bruno's family is so about it, they're very excited bruno met somebody

i imagine my s/is family probably would be scared of the supposed brujeria. they probably dont take the time to learn bruno and his family are literally blessed

s/i is adopted by the madrigals pretty quickly

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

he's a caballero :)

[puccafangirl]

Time to update my list of F/O's to display on my blog!

Romantic F/O's

Scrat (Ice Age) The Devil (Cuphead) Tamatoa (Moana) Mr. Snake (The Bad Guys) Fidget (The Great Mouse Detective) Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Stolas (Helluva Boss) Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss) Cagney Carnation (Cuphead) Héctor Rivera (Coco) Bruno Madrigal (Encanto) Randall Boggs (Monster's Inc) Rocko (Rocko's Modern Life)

Platonic F/O's

Scratte (Ice Age) Shaun the Sheep Grim Matchstick (Cuphead) Wall-E Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Lu-La (Shaun the Sheep) Jirachi (Pokemon) Treecko (Pokemon) Stitch (Lilo and Stitch)

[thebiggestnope]

Fic Masterlist

Good Omens

Aziraphale's First Orgasm (Multi-chapter fic and current all-consuming brainrot. NSFW.)

Encanto

The Training of Bruno Madrigal (<- This is the main multi-chapter fic. NSFW.)

The Training of Bruno Madrigal Shorts/Oneshots (Standalone scenes that take place in the same universe as the main fic)

Bruno the Music Fan (short) - Adriana nudges Bruno to flirt with his favorite singer. Adriana’s POV. SFW.

Period Sex (short) - Bruno takes care of Adriana. Bruno’s POV. NSFW. CW: Very gentle dom!Bruno, vaginal fingering, menstruation

Touch Yourself for Me (short) - Adriana asks Bruno to put on a show for her. Bruno’s POV. NSFW. CW: Male masturbation, oral sex.

Bruno's New Underpants (short) - Bruno shows off his tight new briefs for Adriana. Adriana's POV. NSFW. CW: sub!Bruno, femdom, exhibitionism

Out of His Mind with Need (short) - Adriana binds up Bruno in a sleep slack and edges him until he has an out-of-body experience. NSFW. CW: sub!Bruno, bound and gagged Bruno, face obstruction, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, praise kink.

Arcilla AU

Collab with @rinnysega

Meet Owsaldo (Ozzy) and Ms. Colombia (short) - Get to know this fashionable, sweet man and his pet macaw. They both just arrived as refugees to the encanto. SFW.

In the Sashes (short) - Ozzy and Gus make love. NSFW. Link includes NSFW illustration. CW: anal sex

Stuck In Bed All Day (short). - Ozzy throws his back out building a wall for Gus's garden and Gus fusses over him. SFW. CW: Mentions of back pain.

Facepainting (short). - Gus, skilled painter that he is, paints Ozzy's face for a festival. SFW.

Gus and Ozzy Go to the Library. (short) - Gus finds a salacious book and nudges Ozzy to read it. SFW but with spicy elements. CW: Mentions of flogging, description of an erotic illustration.

Cologne (pair of shorts) - Gus and Ozzy think of each other dreamily after a date. One was written by @rinnysega, and one was written by me. SFW.

Dirt Stew (short) - Ozzy tells his sister and niece about his date with Gus. SFW.

Making Love (short) More lovemaking. NSFW. Link includes NSFW illustration. CW: Anal sex.

Bruno x Reader

Bruno Doms You in a Church (short) - The title says it all. AFAB reader. NSFW. CW: dom!Bruno, rough sex, blasphemy/religious kink, some overtones of CNC

The Coming Storm - Bruno in the omegaverse. AMAB reader. NSFW. CW: a/b/o dynamics, mating cycles/in heat, penetrative sex, multiple male orgasms

Summer Camp AU

(Not all OCs are my own. Their creators are tagged in works.)

The Boathouse (short) - Bruno, Paola, and Hernando get up to some mischief. NSFW. CW: MMF threesome

Bunkbeds After Dark (short) - Fellas, is it gay to jerk off with your bunkmate? NSFW. CW: Male masturbation

Miscellaneous

(OCs not my own)

Prophetic Hijinks Bruno Has a Breeding Kink - (short). Bruno and Elena of the Prophetic Hijinks comics explore Bruno's nascent breeding kink. NSFW. CW: Breeding kink, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering.

Our Flag Means Death

The Room Upstairs - Frenchie x F!Reader. Frenchie gets handcuffed and gently spanked. NSFW. CW: bondage, spanking, hand job.

[estoniacobaltpayne]

Goodnight, Sweet Prince

Goodnight, Sweet Prince

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal X GN! Reader

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, cursing

A/N: ok so you know how they announced that Bruno was like... the golden child when he was younger? Well I like to imagine that that lasted through his teenage years and o f . c o u r s e that level of power and popularity would go to a teenager’s head so I like to imagine that Bruno was a Grade A Asshole as a teenager, all cocky and maybe a lil smarmy, who had lots of cronies and partners and friends. I feel like it makes his fall from grace even sadder and gives his personality by the time we meet him in the movie more of an impact. I hate that Bruno is always portrayed as this little “uwu 👉🏼👈🏼” boy in fics. Like I get it after 10 years of isolation in the walls, because that’s kinda how he is sometimes in the movie, but I like to think he was a little less clinically insane before his isolation. Anyways, enjoy :D

Your friendship with Bruno Madrigal wasn’t normal; at the very least, in comparison to your other friendships.

You didn’t spend most of your waking hours with your other friends.

You didn’t braid your other friends’ hair.

You didn’t write dramatic love scenes with your other friends.

You certainly didn’t act out said love scenes with your other friends.

You didn’t have distinct speech patterns and banters with your other friends.

You weren’t as much of an asshole to your other friends, nor were they to you.

And you absolutely did not spend 4 nights or more out of the week cuddling all night as you watched shit TV shows and movies with your other friends.

Those were such things only reserved for Bruno. Such things only reserved for someone you were undeniably in love with.

You hadn’t always felt that way towards him, though; in fact, when you were younger, Bruno Madrigal was someone you absolutely avoided at all costs. The Madrigal triplets were always at the center of attention, and why wouldn’t they be? With their magical abilities and their tireless efforts for the Encanto, how could anyone not love them? And as a teenager, you agreed with those sentiments- at least towards the sisters, Julieta and Pepa.

You weren’t friends, per se, with the sisters, but at least they were kind to you. They’d engage in lighthearted conversation when seated next to you in school. They’d invite you to the soirees hosted at La Casa Madrigal for the older girls in school. They wouldn’t flinch away from you when you spoke to them like the other girls higher up on the food chain than you, and they wouldn’t bemoan having to work with you on assignments.

But Bruno, the prodigal son, on the other hand, was not your biggest fan, nor were you his. As an adolescent he was infinitely popular, with his strange yet unbelievably powerful gift of foresight, his attractive features, and his party trick of glowing neon eyes. He was constantly surrounded by peers trying to obtain his favour; constantly surrounding himself with friends, lovers, partners, significant others, admirers, acquaintances, and lower lifeforms trying to claw their way up the totem pole by praising him and adhering to his every beck and call.

Bruno Madrigal was popular, and he knew it. He was cocky, and a bully. But admittedly, he was a good actor, and adults often bought his feigned niceness and innocence, and he knew this, too. And something about him knowing all this allowed him to think he had the go-ahead to be asshat no. 1. Especially to people who didn’t spend their time sucking up to him.

People, like you.

Bruno never missed a chance to make your life miserable, and every time he failed to get a rise out of you, he doubled his efforts on his next attempt. Never dismissing an opportunity to make rude comments about you in front of the class when your name was mentioned, or when you unashamedly gave your best effort to answer a question, even if it was wrong. Never giving up a moment to belittle you, or tease you, or try to make your life a living hell.

Your mama always told you that he was just insecure; that he was jealous that you were confident, your own person, and not afraid to defy his need for control over the populous of your peers. But it didn’t change the fact that years of his torment took its toll on you.

And in your early twenties, when Bruno Madrigal fell from his pedestal- when he started giving out darker and uglier visions that people couldn’t stomach and he lost his power over the Encanto- you were relieved. You laughed, even, when your peers turned their backs on him and realised that people like yourself weren’t as bad as the fallen prince had deemed. But the charm of being out of the hot seat only lasted so long. No matter how badly you wanted to, you could never be as much of an asshole to him as he was to you. And in the instances where you passed each other in the street, and he waved out a timid hello with a wiggle of his slender fingers with eyes peering out from behind shaggy curls, you couldn’t help but nod your head in return. When your peers descended on him to deplore him in front of his family, you couldn’t help but defend him. When others would see him coming and duck out of the way or suddenly turn a corner to avoid him, you couldn’t help but frown, and raise your eyebrows and give him an apologetic smile.

It all changed one night at the cantina. Your friends were late meeting you there, and so you sat yourself down at the bar to start your night of drinking while you waited for them. As you went to take a sip from your drink, you had to do a double take as you saw at the very end to your left, the fallen prince hunched over a glass of what you could only assume was mezcal añejo on the rocks. A stubborn frown adorned his face, eyes hazy and plastered downward, trained on what must be some fascinating details in the wooden bar top. You argued with yourself for a moment about sliding down to talk to him, and you figured you probably looked like an idiot doing so, with your head bobbing back and forth as you mentally debated. Finally, you decided to bite the bullet. He just looked so… pathetic down at the end of the bar, all by himself. What’s the worst that could happen, you asked yourself. If he was a jerk to you, you could turn around and never give him the the benefit of the doubt again.

You opted to not sit on the barstool directly to his right, instead skipping it and taking the next one over. He didn’t look up as you did so, but even from one seat over and without him facing you, you could smell the smokiness of the liquor and the lime wafting off of him.

“There’s no gusano, if that’s what you’re coming over here for,” he slurred out before you even had a chance to fully settle into your seat.

“What?”

He just shrugged and continued to stare into his glass, swirling the ball of ice around. “I dunno, just seems like you’d be the type to eat it.”

You looked at him incredulously and immediately realised that this was a bad idea. And yet your mouth acted without your consent anyways. “You know, most mezcal doesn’t actually have one in it- it’s just a myth,” you stated defiantly. “And what makes you think I’d want to eat a grub?”

His nostrils flared as he laughed through his nose, his lips pulling into a tight smile. “You’re the weirdest person I know.”

Your eyes widened and your head turned towards him in a tilt, “you little-“

“And you’re the most fearless person I know.”

Now that shut you up; took whatever words that were growing in your diaphragm and killed them before they even reached your tongue.

“I was nothing but a dick to you all throughout school, and yet you’re the one approaching me because I probably look like the most miserable piece of shit in the entire joint.” He paused, before furrowing his brows and shaking his head. “That’s bravery. Courage. And honestly, more kindness than I deserve.”

You let out a single, hearty ‘ha’, your head thrown back as you added with a roll of your eyes, “yeah, you’re right about that last part for sure.”

At last he finally looked up at you, his brows risen and his face scrunched into a disbelieving smile as he chuckled through his nose again. As you looked into his green eyes, you realised that this was probably the most domestic and tranquil encounter you’d ever had with the fortune teller. He must have realised it too, because all too quickly his eyes widened and he shot his head back down to his drink, his hair curtaining his entire face sans the tip of his round and freckled nose.

You sat in semi-comfortable silence for a few more minutes, sipping your drinks, before he opened his mouth again.

“Eres el milagro que necesito pero no merezco.”

Your eyes widened. You figured that the liquor had finally replaced all the air in his head, because there was no way he just said that, right?

Something about Bruno’s drunken honesty must have sparked something within you that night, because after that, you slowly but surely became acquaintances with him. And your unexpected kindness towards their strange brother gave Pepa and Julieta more of a desire to talk to you, and you became better friends with them. Alma Madrigal, the head honcho of the entire Encanto started to look upon you with more favour. They invited you round to casita more often for lunches, and as such, you became closer friends with all of them. But the more time you spent with them, the more time you spent with Bruno, and eventually, the younger, chagrined part of you found yourself surprised to find that you considered him your closest friend.

And soon enough, you found yourself doing all the things with Bruno Madrigal you wouldn’t find yourself doing with anyone else.

It came as much of a shock to your mama as it had to you, after all he was an ass to you as a kid and she did not fail to mention that that was “without mentioning the fact that he’s a bad omen.” But one look at you and Bruno together told her everything she needed to know. Things neither you or Bruno even knew yet.

Alma noticed it, too. Julieta and Pepa noticed it, and after the sisters pointed it out to them, their fiancé and husband, respectively, noticed it too.

You didn’t notice it when you spent one too many nights over at each other’s houses, staying up all night to watch bad telenovelas and drink wine.

Bruno didn’t notice it when he’d show up to family dinner with flowers poorly braided into his hair and his sisters and mother would give him confused but knowing stares.

Neither of you would notice the wide-eyed glances and the “they’re together? They always hated each others!”’s as you walked through town during market days.

To everyone else, it took an embarrassingly long time for you to notice each other. The years spent watching your obliviousness towards each other was excruciating for the Encanto.

Bruno knew he loved you much earlier than you realised your feelings for him. You were in his room, the both of you sitting propped up against the headboard of his bed. You had been helping him revise his writing, nothing new. It was somewhere around 4:30 in the morning and in the midst of his reading out loud you had fallen asleep. He hadn’t even noticed, too engrossed with finding any mistakes in his work, until he felt your head fall into his shoulder. He just quietly laughed, changed his position so the both of you might be more comfortable, and thought to himself, “so this is what love is like.” Secretly, deep down, he realised he might have always wanted your approval and that’s why he was so mean to you as a child, because you wouldn’t give it to him. And now that he finally had it, he knew he’d never let it go.

It took longer for you to notice, but eventually and inevitably, you did. And when you finally noticed your feelings for the fallen prince, it hit you like a ton of bricks. It was Julieta’s and Augustin’s wedding day. You and Bruno had been together since the early hours of the morning. Not like he was your date, as you adamantly explained to your mama, and your papa, and Felix, and Pepa (multiple times with that one), and Julieta, and Augustin, and the priest, and… everyone. No he wasn’t your date, he was just… picking you up that morning. You were just sitting together, in the front row, with the rest of his family, at his oldest sister’s wedding. You just exited together, arm in arm, trailing out after the newly married couple. You were just eating together at the reception. You were just dancing together, all night, not letting anyone cut in to steal either of you away from each other. You were just staring into his brilliantly green eyes during the couple’s dance. You were just thinking. You were just… in love with him.

And it hurt, in some ways, because of course it had to be Bruno fucking Madrigal, and you knew deep down your 18 year-old self would’ve killed you had you known that this was what was to happen. Had Bruno himself given you a prophetic vision of that very moment of the two of you dancing at Julieta’s wedding, you would’ve locked the both of you up in fear you’d both gone crazy. But another part of you knew that this was the most ‘right’ you’d ever felt in your life. Never had you felt anything stronger for anyone else and never in your life would you ever want to attempt to feel like this for anyone else.

But lord knows the both of you were cowards.

And as long as it took for you and Bruno to admit your feelings to yourselves, it wouldn’t even compare to how long it took you to admit them to each other.

It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities, either.

You could’ve told him the night Julieta invited you over for dinner, because she was announcing that her and Augustin were having a baby, that the first of the grandchildren would be arriving in La Casa Madrigal in 8 months or less. It wasn’t like you didn’t go upstairs and hang out all night long afterwards. Feelings and impressions of intimacy were running rampant all evening with the announcement of a baby, and you desperately wanted to tell him, but you didn’t.

Bruno very well could’ve told you the night of Dolores’ gift ceremony, because all throughout the night you were there, grounding him, keeping him from going berzerk amongst the crowds of people celebrating the arrival of a new door. Your shoulders bumping his every so often comforted him as his social anxiety coursed through him. His eyes never strayed too far from your form for too long, only looking away long enough to acknowledge whoever dared to speak to Bad Luck Bruno, before quickly reverting back to you. You didn’t notice him staring, and thank god you didn’t, because he wasn’t sure what he’d do if you did. When his family forced him away from you to stand at their side as Dolores walked up the stairs to her door, all he could think about was you, down amongst the masses of people. All he could think about was how he desperately wanted to run to you and tell you how badly he needed you, how in secret he thought about what gift his child might receive should he ever have one, and how if he ever did, he’d want to have one with you. But lo and behold, as he watched you dance with his sisters in Dolores’ new room, he resigned himself to the fact that he was a wallflower; he didn’t have the unashamed arrogance he once possessed as a teenager, and the thought of telling you and risking losing altogether you was so much worse than having you at the excruciating distance you were at. And so, he didn’t tell you then, either.

Bruno should’ve told you on your 32nd birthday. You were all gathered in your house for a small dinner, with the Madrigals, your parents, and a few of your other friends. Bruno had been sat at your left all night, a perfect view of you as you commanded the party from your spot at the head of the table. All eyes were on you, and Bruno figured he had the perfect excuse to stare at you all night. You had just finished dessert and presents were now being passed around. You were too kind for your own good, Bruno thought, as you expressed genuine “thank you”’s with every gift, even the shitty ones, a bright grin on your face. And yet you had no idea just how much of a gift your smile was to Bruno. You were so much better than any gift his family ever received from the miracle. You were the gift he needed but didn’t deserve. You had already opened the present from the Madrigal family, but he had one for you that was just from him. But he’d only give it to you once all the others had been opened and everyone returned back to their respective conversations. He wanted you all to himself when he gave his gift to you. And slowly, as everyone dispersed their attention away from the gift opening and back to their conversations, he leaned over and whispered in your name in your ear, pressing a small box into your hand underneath the table. You looked at him confused, before pulling the box up to examine it. You tried to tell him that you already got a gift from the Madrigals but he just smiled and shook his head, urging you to open the box. You gave him the most beautifully giddy smile he’d ever seen you produce before you ripped the ribbon and the paper off and opening the little box. Inside was a necklace on a short but durable chord carrying an emerald flower. It wasn’t dainty, but neither were you. He told you he had the pendant made from the only vision he’s ever had of you; that he was in his late teens when he had it, and it came to him accidentally from the midst of another vision. But it was a vision of you nonetheless, older and happier than you had been at the time he had the vision. He told you that he never could get rid of it, and it sat on a shelf for years and years and years before he had recently thought to turn it into a necklace. You noticed your face faintly displayed in the necklace, distorted by the shaped details in the glass, and when you held it in a certain way, the bumps and ridges of the flower lined up perfectly and your face was clear as day. It nearly brought tears to your eyes and the smile you had on your face etched itself into Bruno’s core memory. He so badly wanted to press his own smile against yours and just melt into you, and for moment it was just you and him in the room and he almost did. But the sudden silence broke through to his consciousness and that’s when the both of noticed the rest of the room regarding the two of you. Bruno’s confidence instantly died away, and he didn’t tell you after all.

You should’ve told him when you saw an angry villager marching out of his vision cave as you entered for your near-daily visit. As the villager passed by you, he regarded you with a look of distaste and anger, but you paid it no mind, you knew how these readings of the future went for both the giver and the receiver. But Bruno had been so badly degraded by the man who hadn’t liked what future he’d been shown for his life. He knew the risks- they all did when they asked for a vision, Bruno never failed to express to them what they were getting into- and yet, he blamed him. He shot the messenger. And as you climbed the stairway leading up to his vision cave (which you swore had more stairs in it every time you climbed it), you could only imagine what Bruno’s face might look like. He never liked you to see him after a day filled with delivering prophecies. He always said he was tired; always said you might not find him as handsome as you normally would (to which you’d laugh, both at his joke and secretly at the fact that you’d never not find him attractive). When you reached the top of the stairs, all you saw was the door to his vision cave gently swinging back and forth, and an eery green glow emanating from within. You tentatively peaked your head in and called his name.

“Go away,” was all he managed. His back was towards you as he sat with his legs sprawled straight out in front of him in the sand, his back slouched and his head trained forward at the wall.

“Bruno, it’s just me-“ you started, but you didn’t have the chance to finish before his shoulders heaved and in a voice darker than you’ve ever heard him use repeated, “I said, go away.”

But you were one stubborn idiot, and you didn’t go away. Instead you sat to his left in the sand. Ever so gently you took his hand, tracing the lines in his palm with the pads of your right thumb. The room was dead silent for a good while, save for the squeaking of the door hinges, but you weren’t keeping time, and you certainly weren’t going to rush him into talking.

Finally, the fallen prince broke his silence. “He wanted to know if he had a shot at romance, but it’s always more complicated when they set their mind to one person, to one outcome. He wanted to know his future with one person and I told him it might not end well, I fucking told him to be open and reasonable to all outcomes but no, he wouldn’t listen.”

You were having a hard time listening to his ramblings, but you didn’t want to break the fragile moment by opening your fat mouth and asking for clarity, so you just waited for him to continue.

“He had his mind dead-set on one person, I’m guessing he’s wanted this one person for a long time.” He chuckled dryly. “I don’t know, and I don’t care, but it was cruel of him to ask it of me. Knowing what he does, what they all do and yet, he asked anyways. And when he didn’t like what he saw, well, you know the rest.”

You turned your head to the right and looked at him for the first time since entering his cave. You pointed the thumb of your free hand back towards the entrance to his room in reference. “Armando Alvarez? Why not just ask if he’ll ever be happy and in love? Who did he want to know if he ends up with?”

Bruno stiffened next to you before shaking his head. At last, he turned his head and looked deep into your eyes, which still swirled with dying bits of glowing emerald. You swore they were the most beautiful things you’d ever seen, but the upward draw of his brows and the grimace etched into his lips were a more pressing matter than his pupillary aesthetics. His eyes flitted back and forth, unconsciously trying to decide which of your own he should focus on.

Finally he opened his mouth, but he had to push to get the word out.

“You.”

You stiffened in surprise, a sharp intake of air entering your lungs before you shakily let it exit your body. You? Really? It was certainly flattering, but surely Armando Alvarez must surely know you have no interest in him. You’d talked to him what, maybe 6 times in your life? You knew you could count the number of times you’ve encountered the man between your two hands, that was for sure. At the very least, Armando Alvarez was a kind man, an honest man even, but he was not the brightest. You didn’t think, should you ever decide to settle for him, you could endure a lifetime of no intellectual stimulation. Bruno had spoiled you there, with his endless witticism. Regardless, you press on.

“Well, does he?”

“Does he what?”

“Win me.”

Bruno scowled. “You’re not a prize to be won. And even if you were, you’re certainly not one that that oaf could ever win.” He huffed a breathy laugh out from between his teeth. “Well, maybe in a wood chopping contest, but certainly not in the chess game that is romance. You’re too good for him.”

It was sweet to know that Bruno thought so highly of you. But one thing still didn’t make sense. What did Armando know? What did “they all” know?” You asked Bruno this and he tensed and turned away from you, finding intense interest in the sand beneath him. He was stock still and silent for a while, gathering and arranging his words.

“I don’t want to do visions about you. Not intentionally. Occasionally they just happen, they just slip out from beneath somewhere in my brain, but you’re too important to me to go around setting your life in stone. I won’t…“ he shuddered out a breath, “I can’t do that to you. You mean too much… no. No, you mean everything to me.”

Suddenly, you’d never been so sure that you knew exactly what your future would look like. You didn’t need one of the fortune teller’s visions to confirm. You just knew that it would involve him. You just knew you’d never spend another second without devoting everything you had in yourself to him.

And yet, even as he noticed the silent tears rolling down your face, even as he took his other hand- that is, the one you weren’t currently holding and he was now lacing his fingers through- and swiped his thumb across your cheekbone, trailing back and forth under your eye, down your cheek and across your lips, you couldn’t say it. You couldn’t just open your mouth and tell him that he means everything to you, too. And you almost thought about forgoing the words altogether and just kissing him for christ’s sake, but you were too shocked to move.

Suddenly, Alma Madrigal’s commanding voice rang out amongst the cavern walls of Bruno’s room as she called for her only son in disappointment of his ‘failed’ vision for señor Alvarez. You both shook yourselves back into focus, breaking the reverie, and you avoided looking at each other, all physical contact ceasing at a moment’s notice.

As you exited the cave together, you weren’t sure how to proceed as Bruno’s friend anymore. He would never be just your friend again, but at the same time you weren’t sure if that’s all you were to him or not. What if you had interpreted that moment wrong? What if he just cared about you, and that was that? What if he wasn’t in love with you like you were in love with him?

And as more time ticked away, you felt yourself falling further and further away from the idea that you and Bruno would eventually grow to be romantically involved. Surely, you thought, if something were to happen, it would have already. Too many years had passed. The of both of you were nearing 40 at this point, something should have happened between you. And yet, at the same time, you thought if he hadn’t loved you, at least a little, why hadn’t he gone after someone else? As much as he sometimes frightened the town with his visions, Bruno wasn’t completely hopeless in the love and sex department. He was an attractive man, and there were certainly plenty of people that would still want to be with him. Unlike Bruno, you weren’t oblivious to the attention he’d get from admirers, you knew he could find a partner should he want one, so why he hadn’t found one was a mystery to you. Unless…

He was in love with you too?

It was the night of Mirabel’s gift ceremony. It was a joyous night, with lots of laughter and food and drinks and dancing. Camilo’s ceremony had gone so well, and the Encanto was ready for another night of success. You were ready for success too. You were ready to tell Bruno, no matter the outcome. Should he love you too, great. Should your feelings go unrequited, well, you figured you and Bruno were good enough friends at that point that you could recover from that and move on from your awkward confession. You laughed with Pepa and Julieta so vibrantly before the ceremony; they told you they hadn’t seen you so open and carefree in so long. When they asked you as to why, you told them the truth- you were going to tell Bruno you loved him after Mirabel opened her door (you didn’t want to take Bruno’s attention off of Mirabel before her big moment). Smiles broke out onto their faces as they hugged you and welcomed you, finally and fully into La Familia Madrigal. They assured you that Bruno had been wanting to confess the same to you for so long, they were sure of it. After all, you did things with Bruno you didn’t do with your other friends.

As Alma called for the masses to gather round the staircase to begin the ceremony, you found yourself in a state of peace. A weight was being lifted off your shoulders with each step the young Madrigal took towards her new door. All she had to do was open it, and you’d be able to come clean to Bruno. But interestingly enough, Mirabel didn’t open the door. She couldn’t, as the door blackened and withered away to ash. And the weight came crashing right back down on top of you in an instant. The people around you scrambled and talked and worried and through it all you were numb to it. You thought it was selfish of yourself that your only thought that bounced around your head was, this is a bad omen for me, even as the Madrigals rushed to console a teary-eyed Mirabel, ushering her back into her old room and sending her sisters and cousins to bed. Alma wasted no time descending down the stairs in an attempt to ease the minds of the citizens of the Encanto that “the magic was strong.”

A sobering statement, considering that for the first time since its creation, the miracle failed. The guests around you started trickling out a handful at a time, after placing their worries and grievances with Alma. But you couldn’t move. You knew you should’ve just headed home, that this was a family matter, but something in you rooted you to your spot. The matriarch didn’t seem to mind; in all your time with Bruno, you’d spent more than enough time with her 3 children and her 5 grandchildren to be considered family. She’d known for long enough that one day she’d be able to call you her in-law, and she offered you a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder as she passed by you and back up the stairs to discuss the night’s events with her children waiting in her room.

They talked for hours, or at least, that’s what it felt like, as you sat in the courtyard. The night sky above you was growing darker and darker, until the only light left was that of the stars. At last, Julieta, Pepa, their husbands, and Bruno left Alma’s room, abuzz with the meaning of the night’s scandal. They were too wrapped up with what had happened, and rightfully so, to notice you curled up at the base of the stairs. You didn’t know why you hadn’t left yet, but something had told you to stay; something deep inside your conscience was telling you to wait for Bruno, that you needed to talk to him before it was too late. Too late for what, you didn’t know.

But this something was telling you that if you don’t tell him tonight, you’d never get the chance again. And so you hurled yourself to your feet, and lingered at the bottom of the stairs a minute, gathering and preparing yourself. Was it the right time to tell him, after everything that happened earlier in the evening? Casita seemed to think so, as it pushed your feet up gently with the tiles beneath you, a small encouragement to urge you up the stairs and towards Bruno’s room. With one final deep breath, you started your ascent. You took your time, as with each step you grew more and more nervous.

As you neared the top, the door to Bruno’s room quietly opened as its owner stepped out and down the little hall preceding it. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you 3/4s of the way up the stairs, concerned and confused as to why you were still here. Not that he wasn’t happy to see you- he was always happy to see you.

“You’re… still here. It’s late, you should’ve been in bed hours ago,” Bruno nearly whispered as he approached the top of the stairs.

“I know, I know, I need my beauty sleep, but you know me, I’ve never been an ‘early to bed early to rise’ person,” you remarked with a small chuckle. Bruno just let his eyes roam your face, letting the silence wash over him. He was about to leave, but maybe you were a sign to stay? No, he had to leave. He had to protect Mirabel. He had to protect the Encanto. He had to protect you.

Finally, with no amount of joviality or pretence, Bruno spoke.

“You need sleep, but not for beauty.”

Your eyes widened in shock.

“Bruno-“

But he didn’t let you finish. He also had something he needed to tell you; he knew if there was anyone he could trust with the knowledge that he was leaving his family, it was you. It would always be you.

“I’m leaving.”

A beat of silence filled the air.

“What?”

You were flabbergasted. Leaving? To where? Why? Had he had a vision?

“Mama asked me for a vision, and what I saw… it wasn’t good. So I have to go. To protect Mirabel, the Encanto. You.”

You took another step up towards him in disbelief. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not when you had been so confident at the start of the evening. Not when you still had so much to say.

“Bruno whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out, between you and me we always figure everything out! Or at least take me with you! And your family- oh my god your family- I’m sure-“

“No. No one can know what I saw in that cave. I smashed the vision, I destroyed the bridge at the top of the cavern stairs. No one can find it. No one. I won’t let that happen. And no, I won’t take you with me and uproot you from your life like that. I can’t.” He took a few steps down towards you, and suddenly the two of you were chest to chest as he stood on the stair above yours.

All your breath had been stripped from your lungs, your brain eating up every cubic inch of air as fuel to process what was happening. Eventually, Bruno cupped your face and encouraged your fleeting eyes to focus on him.

“I need you to promise me something.” You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded your head.

“I need you to know- god, promise me you’ll remember- that not a day will go by that I won’t wish you were with me; that everyday, I’ll wake up and plead to skies- the miracle, anything- that you’ll be in my future. No matter what happens, I’ll pray that I’ll get to see you again. In this life or the next. Please, I need you to know that. I need you to know that I-“

But he caught himself before he could say it. Before he could say “I love you.” Even now, when he knew he’d most likely never look into your eyes again, he was too much of a coward to say it. But so were you, and so as his hands dropped to where your shoulders and neck conjoined, all you could do was nod your head, up and down and side to side in a frantic figure-eight motion. You were in too much shock to cry. You were too busy coming to terms with the fact that you were about to lose everything. With one final squeeze of your shoulders, Bruno released you and walked back up the stairs, turning to look at you once he reached the top, before turning and slowly walking away. Your eyes froze on the spot where he had just been. You knew your brain had to do some major catch-up, and as slow as it was it was no where near as lethargic as your heart. But you also knew that you’d never get another chance. You had to say something. You couldn’t let him leave without knowing. You’d never be able to live with yourself if you did. You just had to unfreeze yourself and call out to him before he left. Luckily your body took the wheel from your foggy head.

“Bruno wait!”

When your eyes finally caught up to his form, he was halfway down the hall. He turned his head first towards you, before rotating his body around and walking back towards the top of the stairs.

“Bruno, if this is the last chance I’ll get, I… I have to tell you. I’ll never be able to sleep another night in my life if I don’t.”

Bruno, ever asshole with unrelenting wit, dismally smiled and retorted, “in which case, you might have to start calling it ‘beauty sleep.’”

You shut your eyes in belief. God he was funny, but for once you couldn’t let yourself be distracted by his banter.

“Bruno I-“

You were angry. Why couldn’t you just say it? Why must the words fall short every damn time?

Bruno stepped down one of the stairs, tilting his head forward and to the side, a silent plea for you to continue. You knew he knew what you wanted to say, and lord knows you’d smite him if this was just a plot to toy with you. It wouldn’t be the first. But at that moment, something inside you snapped. All the annoyance at both yourself, him, the world, everything, vanished, and you were left with a sense of blissful emptiness.

Fuck it.

“I love you, Bruno Madrigal. I love you with everything I have. And if this is the last chance I’ll ever get to say it, at least I’ll die knowing that I told you. Because you mean everything to me, too, and you deserve to know.” As you confessed, Bruno once again descended the last few steps towards you, his gaze only once leaving yours to glance at the emerald flower around your neck that reflected the moonlight back into your eyes, a permanent branding that reminded him that you had allowed yourself, all these years, to belong to him.

“I just.. I do, I love you. I can’t say with certainty that I know many things, Bruno Madrigal, but I’m satisfied with the knowledge that no matter what, I’ll always love you, Bruno, and there’s never going to be anyone else that I’ll feel this way for. I don’t need a vision from you to know that.”

Bruno’s face held almost no emotion, only a slight raise to his brows and his lips slightly parted in silent disbelief. As much as you could stare into his eyes, you needed to hear him say something. And finally he did.

“I knew it.”

Wow, you thought as the annoyance flooded back, what an asshole. Hot, ugly tears start to escape from the confines of your eyelashes and they burned with embarrassment. Serves you right for giving him the benefit of the doubt all those years ago. But he continued.

“I knew you were weird.”

“Bruno, fuck off. I-“

“You are! After all, how could a miracle like you love a harbinger of bad luck like me?” He bemused. Once again, he brought his hands up to rest his warm and calloused palms on the base of your neck.

“But I also knew you were fearless,” he smiles as one of his hands cups the back of your jaw, wiping a stray tear away. “And I’m so, so, fucking glad you are, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have loved me, and I don’t know what I would have done with myself all these years.”

“What are you talking about?”

Bruno leaned his forehead against yours, pulling you as close to him as he could without sending the both of you tumbling down the stairs.

“I think… I’m talking about how I’ve won this game of chess?”

And suddenly, all the puzzle pieces throughout the years clicked together, 35 years worth of annoyance and indifference and friendship and love all coming together at this moment to propel the both of you into each other. And as your lips met, for the first and last time, nothing and everything mattered, all at once and not at all. As your lips parted and his tongue met yours, you knew that you’d never be able to let anyone kiss you again. Not after this. After all, you didn’t do this sort of thing with your other friends. It would only ever be Bruno’s shoulders and hair that you held onto for dear life, as his hand on your shoulder fell downward to allow his arm to scoop you impossibly closer into him. You knew you’d never love anyone else, ever again, as his tears mixed with yours and your lips and tongues held onto each other for dear life, as to suck every last ounce of adoration and devotion out of each other before you had to say goodbye.

But unfortunately, the future doesn’t wait. Bruno’s gift never would allow him to forget that. And after a few more wet kisses peppered across each others lips, you and Bruno pulled apart, taking one last moment to memorise each other’s eyes.

“If you’re ever in the Encanto again, look me up,” you quipped, and Bruno offered you one of those blissful and contented smiles he always seemed to have when the two of you would banter. But this one, you knew you’d never forget, because while his lips offered joy, his eyes protruded devastation, and you knew you’d never be able to erase his face in that moment from your mind, and you were okay with that.

“I promise if I ever see you again, I’m taking you to the father to have us married,” he says with no lace of pretence.

“After one kiss? Not one to waste time, I see,” you chortle.

He only shakes his head before pulling away from you completely. It left you feeling empty and cold, despite the humid air and the heat of his body still lingering on yours.

“I’ve already wasted enough time loving you on my own, I refuse to waste a second more.”

And with a pair of heartbroken smiles, casita gently rolled the stairs beneath your feet, carrying you down to the courtyard. You took one last look up to your fallen prince.

“I love you, Bruno.”

“I love you too.”

As your tear ducts finally ran empty, you turned around towards the front doors of La Casa Madrigal and opened them.

“Goodbye, Bruno Madrigal.”

Had you looked back as you left, you would’ve seen the fallen prince open the portrait in the walls. But you were one stubborn idiot, and you didn’t look back.

[starburst-selfship]

Redoing my pinned post yayyyy

Hello! My name’s Bry and I post exclusively self shipping/oc x canon stuff here because I’m tired of feeling like cringe

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Expect mostly reblogs and random posts about my f/os and self inserts. It’s a mess here lolll

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A few other notes:

If you’re a minor or just uncomfortable with suggestive stuff, please filter out ‘suggestive cw’ because I have posted some suggestive stuff. Nothing serious though

As of writing this, I will no longer be posting anything suggestive on this blog, I'm still leaving my original note above just for any minors who happen to be scrolling through my blog

I’m also ok with sharing f/os, and you’re allowed to rb f/o specific posts. They’re characters we all love, so I wanna share the love with other people! So don’t feel like you’re making me uncomfortable, cuz I’m not :]

Thank youuuuu

F/O and S/I list under cut (not in order of how fixated i am)

Some F/Os will not be mentioned, mainly because I’m a little too embarrassed to mention them these days

Romantic F/O’s

☀️ - Otto Octavius - Spider-Man 2

🔥 - Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

📈 - Spamton G. Spamton - Deltarune ch.2

🐹 - Gundham Tanaka - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

⏳ - Bruno Madrigal - Encanto

🩸 - Zagerus - Hades

🍇 - Dionysus - Hades

👓 - Wheatley - Portal 2

🐭 - Werner Werman - Cuphead

📝 - The Narrator - The Stanley Parable

🚬 - Lt. Columbo - Columbo

🌙 - The Moon Knight System (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley) - Moon Knight

🕷️ - Miguel O’Hara - Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Crushes

Bob Newby - Stranger Things

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

The Narrator - The Stanley Parable

Anthony Hope - Sweeney Todd (2007)

Thanatos - Hades

Achilles - Hades

Hermes - Hades

Wendell - Wendell & Wild

Aziraphale - Good Omens

Poe Dameron - Star Wars (I don’t know what he’s actually like, I just like him bc he’s Oscar Isaac and a super cute spaceship pilot :] )

Platonic and Familial F/O’s

🎉 - The Fun Gang (Susie, Ralsei, Lancer) - Deltarune (friendship)

👾 - Chiaki Nanami - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (friendship)

🎸 - Bill Preston - Bill and Ted - (friendship)

☀️ - class 77b - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair - (friendship)

♥️ - Kris Dreemurr - Deltarune (younger sibling)

Self Inserts (note: all my s/is share my irl names, so I won't be mentioning them by name unless its their alternate title or alter ego or whatever. I also have not made self inserts for every f/o source, and not all self inserts will be mentioned.)

The Moth - Spider-Man 2/The Spiderverse Movies - A hero bitten by a genetically modified spider-moth hybrid, and now helps keep NYC safe alongside her bestie Spider-Man (I have a version of her for both spiderman stories just to keep things less confusing.)

Deltarune - The biological older sister of Kris, and the middle child of the Dreemurr family. Has joined Kris and Susie for their dark world adventures, and acts as the protective older sister/mom of the group.

[ayferrou]

Ayfer Aslı Soul é filha adotiva de Úrsula, do conto da Pequena Sereia, e possuí 26 anos. Está aprimorando suas habilidades de cristalomancia (ver o futuro com o auxílio de cristais) no módulo III.I na Academia dos Legados, por isso aceita excals em troca de previsões, mas é o dinheiro que ganha como escritora anônima (Nesrin) do Bibbiddi News que a financia. Ela costuma ser articulada e diplomática, a fim de alcançar seus objetivos, e dizem por aí que seu charme é terrivelmente sedutor. Contudo, quando acorda de mau humor, pode ser bastante egoísta, possessiva e cruel. 

 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  ༄  𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵  ༄  𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰  ༄  𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘭  ༄  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

acesse o readmore para saber mais e descobrir as conexões da Ayfer.

❛ 。 ゜ RESUME

nossa mocinha, que está bem longe de ser uma mocinha na verdade, teria crescido no orfanato se não houvesse fugido de lá. dessa forma, ela cresceu na rua, e desde cedo aprendeu as táticas necessárias para sobreviver ao ambiente inóspito do castigo: mentir, roubar, iludir e enganar. ela usava de sua mão leve para afanar excals de bolsas alheias e, se oferecessem uma quantia adequada de moedas, ela até ajudava a usurpar outras coisas. estava aprimorando a habilidade, e talvez por isso tenha se tornado descuidada o bastante para ser pega. úrsula acabou por ver potencial nela e intercedeu em seu nome, adotando a ayfer, que passou a trabalhar de dançarina no bordel dela. ayfer distraía e seduzia os homens para obter deles aquilo que era necessário: segredos. mas não estava imune, e um deles partiu seu coração, fazendo com que ela decidisse aprisioná-lo em uma carta de copas (o coração, no caso). ela apoia os planos da mãe e quer ajudá-la a reaver o seu “final feliz”, e por isso visita constantemente o castigo e, também, junta excals para financiar tudo o que úrsula precisar. 

Inspos: Alice Ayres (Closer); Vivian Ward (Pretty woman); Tiffany Chester (Bonding); Amanda Clarke (Revenge); Juana Valentina (La venganza de las Juanas); Maddy Perez (Euphoria); Catarina de Lurton (Deus salve o rei);  Verônica Lodge (Riverdale); Katherine Pierce (The vampire diaries); Kisa (From dusk till dawn); 

( BIOGRAFIA COMPLETA )

❛ 。 ゜ POWER

cá entre nós, as bolas de cristal já saíram de moda há muito tempo, por isso, o artefato foi substituído por um cristal rubro, incrustado entre as clavículas de ayfer. ele serve como canalizador de suas habilidades de divinação. a habilidade em si, permite que ayfer obtenha informações sobre o passado, presente ou futuro (o último sendo baseado em uma cadeia de decisões que indivíduos tomam, o tornando, mutável, sempre adaptando-se à novas decisões). isso permite que ayfer consiga responder algumas dúvidas místicas, e por isso, beneficia-se da habilidade, concedendo aos colegas algumas consultas, por um preço bem justo.

Inspos: Bruno Madrigal (Encanto); Alice Cullen (Twilight); Raven Baxter (That's So Raven); Úrsula (Little Mermaid); Lydia Martin (Teen wolf); Pitonisa (Greek mythology); Cassandra (Valkyrie Crusade); Moiras; Oráculo; 

❛ 。 ゜ some of my most wanted connections

CASUAL HOOK UP : quando estão tendo um dia ruim e tudo o que precisam é uma distração livre de complicações, recorrem um ao outro. não é como se não se dessem bem, mas são bem melhores quando não conversam, nem um pouco, e quando pouca distância se estabelece entre seus corpos. não chegaram a desenvolver uma amizade, propriamente, e também não desenvolveram uma inimizade: acreditam, afinal, no equilíbrio que a casualidade lhes oferece. [ F / M - 01 ]

RIDE OR DIE : é a pessoa de ayfer não tem ninguém em storydom que confie mais — seja com suas inseguranças brandas ou seus planos com úrsula. ainda que a soul não seja alguém que compartilha o que sente o tempo todo, essa definitivamente é a pessoa a qual recorre quando precisa. muse é uma das pessoas a qual não pensaria duas vezes antes de ajudar, até se com isso acabasse por se comprometer de alguma maneira. protegem um ao outro e não tem muito que não fariam para se ajudar, e isso inclui reconhecer quando é o momento de incentivarem e o momento de repreender. se tem alguém que a entende, sem a julgar ou fazê-la se sentir culpada por ser quem é, esse alguém é muse.  [ @hcrvey​ ]

FAKE DATING : muse e ayfer tem um acordo, onde elx paga para ela se passar por sua namorada. isso era para ter durado apenas algumas semanas, mas o falso relacionamento vem se estendendo e é impossível saber se a soul continua nisso apenas pelo dinheiro ou se está desenvolvendo sentimentos reais por muse. [ F / M - 01 ​ ]

BETRAYAL : muse e ayfer costumavam ser melhores amigas, desde que se conheceram no orfanato do castigo e passaram a defender um ao outro. contudo, por mais que pensassem de forma semelhante, tudo mudou quando passaram pelo torneio. ou melhor, muse mudou. ayfer viu de perto a transformação, e o rompimento deles dá-se porque a soul não gostou nada daquela história. não considerava mais muse alguém confiável para compartilhar suas ideias sobre os arthurianos (ela estava se tornando um!) e, por isso, afastou-se. ainda existe mágoa, e direciona a muse um tratamento rude quando o encontra pelos corredores da academia (ou mesmo nas vias públicas). [ F / M - 01 ​ ]

BELA RECATADA E DO LAR : muse diz ser defensora da moral e dos bons costumes e abomina as atividades de ayfer como sugar baby, ridicularizando-a e fazendo um bullying pesado por conta da vulgaridade excessiva de soul. ayfer, diz não se importar com isso, mas na real se irrita ao ponto de prometer roubar o namorado de muse se ela não parar. [ @ ]

SQUIDWARD TENTACLES & SPONGEBOB : a ayfer não é alguém fácil de se lidar, visto que tem o costume de entrar debaixo da pele dos outros. muse, entretanto, também tem essa habilidade, visto que a conhece bem demais para ver além dos comentários ácidos e brincadeiras desviantes. são amigos, acima de tudo, e o menor dos sinais de que a soul está desviando de conversas mais profundas ou disfarçando incômodos é notada pelo amigo. brigam constantemente por isso, já que muse vê potencial em ayfer e acredita em sua melhor versão — a que ele recebe com frequência. a amizade é longa, mas sempre é interrompida, seja por brigas curtas e menos graves, ou aquelas que se estendem. [ @dharkos​ ]

FRENEMIES : é claro que como uma persona um tanto antagônica, a soul carrega consigo inúmeras desavenças. com muse, entretanto, é diferente. apesar de ayfer irritá-lo imensamente, eles não deixam de reconhecer que não conseguem, necessariamente, se odiar. quando se encontram em situações difíceis, são incapazes de demonstrar indiferença ou acrescentar aos problemas, e acabam por se ajudarem. em mais de uma situação, demonstraram suporte um ao outro mas não parecem capazes de manter uma boa convivência por muito tempo, principalmente por viverem competindo nos mais diversos campos. [ @oriongds​ ]

FRENEMIES 2 : muse e ayfer realmente se odeiam. ninguém sabe exatamente como começou, apenas que o simples fato do outrem respirar, já é combustível para ainda mais desafetos. mesmo assim, algo como diplomacia, os impede de saírem na agressão. ainda que eu não duvide que algum dia os dois saíam no tapa, e dez minutos depois finjam que nada aconteceu… [ @nadacharmvsa​​ ]

DIRTY SECRET : ayfer e muse flagraram um ao outro em situações, no mínimo, intrigantes, acabando por descobrir algum segredo que o outro guardava. isso pode ficar ainda mais desastroso por nenhum dos dois ceder, fazendo com que vivam uma guerra fria. tanto ayfer quanto muse não se importam em usar isso contra o outro para seus próprios benefícios, sempre mantendo uma ameaça velada, aquela coisa meio tensa, e explorando as vantagens que o outro tem. [ @resolveigndonodialogo​ ]

FALSE INNOCENCE : muse pegou ayfer numa situação delicada em uma de suas visitas à mãe no Isolamento. Para não ser delatada, ela assumiu seu papel digno de Oscar manipulando muse para que ele acreditasse que ela era inocente naquela história, que a mãe a ameaçava e obrigava a fornecer algumas informações, e fazer um trabalho sujo. [ @bvrabey​​ ]

FIRST LOVE : dizem que a linha entre o amor e ódio é tênue e a relação desses dois é mera prova disso. muse foi o primeiro namorado de ayfer, tendo os dois fiados juntos na adolescência, quando o cenário onde estavam inseridos e a falta de maturidade não colaborou para que o relacionamento desse certo. inexperiente no quesito amor, ayfer dava muita atenção para conselhos da mãe, e crises de ciúmes eram tão recorrentes quanto seus pedidos por liberdade. provavelmente por serem novos demais e não saberem controlar as emoções, o relacionamento foi um fracasso. viviam em uma montanha-russa de emoções, do céu ao inferno em segundos. ciúme descontrolado de ambas partes, brigas constantes e encrencas aleatórias marcaram o namoro de ayfer com muse. mas ninguém seria doido o suficiente em dizer que eles não se amaram… eles só eram muito intensos no que faziam até se tornar completamente inviável em seguir com aquilo. [ @tumaywolfs​​ ]

DIVINATION : ayfer teve uma visão sobre o futuro de muse, do qual a pessoa não gostou muito, podendo acreditar que a bruxinha tá tirando ele para otário ou fazendo uma pegadinha de muito mal gosto. fato é que, desde então, muse vive atrás de ayfer, querendo tirar satisfações e também para checar se algo mudou. [ @​ ]

HEARTBREAK : teve um momento em que ayfer sofria (antes de ser fria qqq), quando ainda acreditava em promessas e tinha esperanças de um final feliz, por mais que ouvisse que tal vinheta estava reservada apenas aos mocinhos da cidade de cima. foi nessa época em que ela conheceu muse, e apaixonou-se, entregando seus sentimentos mais sinceros apenas para que ele pisasse em cima. quem ficaria com a filha de uma vilã, afinal? ainda mais quando a mesma vendia seu amor em um bordel. muse foi o responsável pela grande mudança de ayfer, e pelo seu entendimento de que não teria um “felizes para sempre”. [ @rainhodasucata​ ]

IN FIVE YEARS :  ayfer é uma vidente, advinha, sensitiva, ou o que você desejar chamar, que usa cristais como canalizadores. apesar disso, ela nunca espia o seu próprio futuro. porque ela acredita que, se espiar, pode acabar tomando decisões baseadas no que acredita que a fará alcançar/se afastar de evento x ou y que viu. com isso em mente, vamos imaginar que ela cedeu e foi checar seu futuro. o que ela viu espantou ela. porque, dali cinco anos, o futuro apresentava uma ayfer FELIZ ao lado de muse. E ELA NEM SABIA QUE MUSE EXISTIA ATÉ AQUELE MOMENTO!! uns dias observando muse e pronto, ela está convicta a tentar entender toda essa situação. então ela começa a se aproximar de muse e, o que acontece daqui pra frente, só o desenvolver dessa relação pode nos contar!! [ taken​ ]

FRIENDSHIP CONNECTIONS.

bad influence ;; @ / good influence ;; @liatudo​ / family friends ;;  /  / childhood friends ;; @rckhilde​ / ​ / friendzoned ;;  /  / partying buddies ;;  /  / protective friends ;;  /  /

ENEMY CONNECTIONS.

friends turned enemies ;;  /  / competition/rivals ;;  /  /   flirtatious enemies ;;  /  /

FAMILY CONNECTIONS.

FIRST: Ousa dizer que Hades pode conhecê-la melhor do que ela mesmo, e isso a assusta em mesma intensidade que a tranquiliza. Foi de quem primeiro se aproximou ao ser adotada por Úrsula, possivelmente pela idade mais próxima, o senso de responsabilidade ou apenas uma afinidade inexplicável. Sabe-se lá. Mas foi quando entraram para a Academia e descobriram seus poderes, quando Hades teve acesso e conhecimento de seus pesadelos, que a ponte entre eles estreitou-se. Ayfer não tem receio em contar-lhe nada, e é sempre à ele quem recorre primeiro quando se vê em problemas ou dilemas que acha incapaz de resolver sozinha. [ @hadesovl​​ ] SECOND: As duas possuem ideais e aspirações bastante diferentes, contudo, apesar disso, se compreendem muito bem. Conhecem as dificuldades que enfrentaram por virem de onde vêm, e relacionadas ao que passaram, e isso as torna bastante compreensivas uma com a outra. Sabem o momento de puxar a orelha uma da outra e também o momento de fornecer carinho, mesmo tendo crescido em um lugar escasso de afeto. [ @meninafantasma​​ ] THIRD: Dos irmãos, é com Invidia que tem menor proximidade, mas não se engane achando que ela não se importa com a mais nova. Ela se importa o suficiente para declarar guerra com quem arrumar problemas com Vidia. No mais, a falta de proximidade consiste num respeito pelo espaço pessoal, e eventualmente ela possuí necessidade de estar presente e compartilhar seus sentimentos com a outra. Não entende como a outra possa ser avessa à mãe biológica, vez que nunca teve uma, mas se esforça para não se meter nesse assunto. [ @bombsandbvllets​​ ] FOURTH: Não apenas por ser o caçula dos Soul Ayfer elegeu Dean como alguém que ela deve cuidar, mas também porque ele permite que ela o faça. Evita os puxões de orelha, reservando-os apenas quando acredita serem estritamente necessário, mas é óbvio que fica de olho no redor do irmão, e seria capaz de ajudá-lo a sumir com um corpo caso necessário fosse. Tem a mania de mimá-lo e atender aos caprichos de Rhys sempre que pode, inclusive, gastou um de seus primeiros salários para dar um presente à ele. Nenê da irmã!! [ @chuysean​​ ]

OTHERS CONNECTIONS.

roommates ; @jasperhook​​ customer ;;  /  /  study buddies ;;  /  / lab partners ;;  /  / 

[aeoneri]

f/o asks to rile y’all up - 2, 3 and 10 please!

Hi @neon-green-eyes! Thanks for asking 💚

#2: on what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o

OHHHH...people are going to hate me for this! Characters are not automatically neurodivergent or LGBTQA+. People resonate with my f/o in different ways and that's great, but what I can't accept is people treating it as if it's canon. Worse, they will get mad at you if you say otherwise. I'm sure I'm not the first one who has that kind of frustration with the rest of the fandom. They're not canon-canon, they're headcanons...so don't treat it as fact and force it down other people's throats! Unless the creators confirm it, keep it.

#3: did you used to ship your f/o with anyone before realizing you wanted to ship them with yourself?

Depends on which f/o from a specific fandom. Some are obvious pairings and I can't help but ship them with their supposed partner (anyway, I do cosplay, so I can BE their pair hehe). For Encanto, however...Bruno is too good to ship with anyone else. From the very beginning, I shipped him with me (aka Gabriela Álvarez)!

#10: how did you feel when you realized “oh of course I had to like That Character”?

I wasn't that surprised! My taste in IRL men carries over to my taste in f/os as well. It's usually one of three types: ambitious, emotionally detached men (Jumin Han, Kambe Daisuke), wild bad boys (Goro Majima), or the awkward, sweet bb (Bruno Madrigal). Yeah, something about the disheveled look and fumbling mess got me. Bonus point: all of them are hilarious and would probably look good with glasses. And...I prefer men older than I am anyway 😉

[carcinizedgender]

can you show us your f/o lists? i bet thats alot :D

I'll list as many romantic f/os as I can remember right now and then I'll make an actual list tomorrow

Red shoes and the seven dwarfs

The triplets (Pino Noki and Kio)

Jack

Mob psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama

Teruki Hanazawa

Yusuke Sakurai

Megumu Koyama

Reigen Arataka

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Sakura Ogami

Kyoko Kirigiri

Byakuya Togami

Mondo Owada

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye despair

Kazuichi Souda

Gundham Tanaka

Sonia Nevermind

Teruteru Hanmura

Ibuki Mioda

Akane Owari

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony:

Ryoma Hoshi

Kaede Akamatsu

Kiibo

Miu Iruma

One Piece:

Roronoa Zoro

Trafalgar Law

Nico Robin

Cesar Clown

Brook

Bartolomeo

Hunter x hunter

Owl (Shadow beasts)

Hisoka Morow

Ilumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paradinight

Phinks Magcub

Nobunaga Hazama

Genthru

Deltarune:

Jevil

Rouxls Kaard

Spamton G Spamton

Suzie

Inuyasha

Hiten Raijou

Sesshomaru

X-Men evolution

Todd Tolansky

Happy Tree friends:

Nutty

Flippy/Flipqy

Tf2

Medic

Spy

Scout

Five nights at Freddy's: security breach

Sun/whatever else you may call him

Moon/whatever else you may call him

DJ Music Man

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Hellboy:

Abe Sapien

Encanto:

Bruno Madrigal

Popee the performer:

Kedamono

[sillygoofyselfshipper]

Intro ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Hello! I’m icarus! It/xe/he/they, 21.

I’m new to actually engaging in the self ship community, however I’ve considered myself a self shipper for a few years! I’m aroace spec and often sex repulsed, so don’t expect to see much explicit content here!

I have a few F/O’s, a couple romantic, a couple familial, and a couple platonic ! I love lots of things, and lots of people ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

I’m currently writing an x reader about one of my romantic F/O’s (the spot, from astv!!), and will post updates about it here!

This list will be updated as my F/O’s change!

Romantic F/O’s

Jonny D’Ville (the mechanisms)

The Toy Soldier (the mechanisms

Harvey (stardew valley)

The Spot (across the spiderverse)

Logan (the sanders sides)

Jonathon Sims (the magnus archives)

Martin Blackwood (the magnus archives)

Platonic F/O’s

All of the sides sans Logan (the sanders sides)

Sammy Stevens (king falls am)

Familial F/O’s

Stan Pines (and the rest of the pines family) (gravity falls)

Bruno Madrigal (encanto)

Eda Clawthorn (the owl house)

If there is anyone else who shares my F/O’s, romantic or otherwise- please interact! As long as you’re not someone who will get into a “I know more about them than you” thing, I would love to talk about them!

[selfshippingclouds]

Introduction :

Name: clouds

Age: 20

Pronouns: she/her/they/them

asexual/autistic

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Dni:

transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists, nsfw

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

F/O’s :

☁️ Simon petrikov

☁️ winter king

☁️ Sundrop

☁️ moondrop

☁️ eclipse

☁️ Bruno madrigal

☁️ wonka (2023)

☁️ Alastor

☁️ wally darling

☁️ howdy pillar

☁️ Dr flug

☁️ 2d

☁️ wirt (childhood crush)

(Let’s be friends if we have the same f/o please! Obviously if uncomfortable just block as well)

(Made this just for fun if all else fails might delete)

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

[puccafangirl]

What is your f/o list?

Aww wow thanks for asking, anon! I'm always happy to share my f/o list with anyone! :D And here they are~

Romantic f/o's:

Scrat (Ice Age) The Devil (Cuphead) Fidget (The Great Mouse Detective) Tamatoa (Moana) Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Stolas (Helluva Boss) Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) Rocko (Rocko's Modern Life) Cagney Carnation (Cuphead) Héctor Rivera (Coco) Bruno Madrigal (Encanto) Randall Boggs (Monster's Inc)

Platonic f/o's:

Shaun the Sheep Wall-E Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Stitch (Lilo and Stitch) Treecko (Pokemon) Grim Matchstick (Cuphead)

Sorry I know I don't have as many platonic f/o's but those are all I can think of so far. XD;; Hope this answered your question well! ^^