PSL Musebox - OTA (wip)

[sandinmyhair]

A place where I dump all my off-game RP ideas! Warnings for... well, just about everything.


ENCANTO-BASED
A Place To Write Stuff In The Canon Setting
Got an Encanto character? Got someone else you can AU into the setting? Try some:

A1. Fluff!
Bruno's back and it's everyone's chance to love on him, now! He needs fed and washed and all manner of happy things, after all. Just be warned, he will wibble and tear up. A lot. He has a lot of catching up to do and a lot of hugging to do....

A2. Angst!
Bruno's back and he's not re-integrating very well. Ten years in the walls has not been kind to him, after all. Maybe he has it out with the others, or he tries to hide again, or starts some unhealthy coping or other. Maybe his Gift finally destroyed his health.

A3. H/C!
Bruno's back and other people are not happy about this fact. There may be, for example, an increasing belief that he's demonic and clearly in need of an exorcism.

MULTIVERSAL MISCELLANY
A Place To Write Stuff In Any Other Kind Of Place, Including Settings Of Current Games

B1. Gives New Meaning To 'Lab Rat'
Someone somewhere decided a person who could do what he does is very much worth studying. Maybe they wanted him to only see the future for them. Maybe they saw him as a way to manipulate time or travel through it or simply tap the immense energy that courses through him.

B2. Wibbly Wobbly.
Maybe the Time Lords sent you to investigate. Maybe you discovered it on your own. Whatever the reason, here you are in 1950s Colombia. Something has been poking at time. And there may or may not be an unregistered TARDIS in the area....

NSFW
Because I Can't Not Have The Occasional Smut Thread

C1. Buried Desire
Somehow you can tell that an incredibly powerful sex drive lurks under that shy, awkward exterior that's just begging to be seduced out. Granted, it won't take much to do this.

C2. Married Bliss
Welcome to the Family Madrigal! Somehow Doña Alma managed to finally marry off her son. But it's not her you have to worry about, it's his sisters and his brothers-in-law and all their wink-wink-nudge-nudge.

Comments

[nonmagical]

[Mirabel only manages to catch sight of Bruno being knocked to the ground before she’s pulled away.

She knows these people - she thought they were friendly to her, but what are they doing…?! She shakes the hand off over her mouth.]

What are you talking about?! What are you going to do to him?!

[She struggles to break her grip - to go to him, because she’s terrified.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Alejandra shifts her grip, keeping hold of Mirabel. There's the sound of a fight going on around the corner.]

Look, this isn't any of your concern. Their father died and they've been letting resentment poison them for years. If we stop them now it's only gonna get worse and it'll end up being more than just roughing him up.

[nonmagical]

[She hears the sounds of fighting and her heart sinks… both with panic and anger.]

“Doesn’t concern me”?! He’s my family! Let me go to him!

[And she’s gonna fight harder now, struggling, stomping her feet. Whatever she can do to break her grip.]

[sandinmyhair]

[The fight continues around the corner until there's a nasty crack and a sharp cry, though it's difficult to tell whose voice it was.]

You're too young to understa--[Alejandra breaks off with a gasp as Mirabel's foot comes down in her toes, her grip jarred loose. She makes another grab for the girl, but stops as the three men go running in the other direction with shouts of 'let's get outta here!' She looks back at Mirabel one last time with an almost apologetic glance before joining them.]

[Around the corner Bruno kneels on the ground, panting harshly, his hands over his face, blood running down his arms.]

[nonmagical]

[She's finally loose, and she gives a glare as the group goes running off. She turns around the corner, and her heart nearly stops at what she sees.]

Dios mío...!

[She's frozen for a moment in her tracks, but shakes it off and drops down beside Bruno. She reaches out her hands, but she's afraid to touch him - not because of the blood, but what if she hurts him further? She doesn't know where all he's hurt.]

What... what did they do to you?

[sandinmyhair]

[He mumbles something in a stringy wheeze, not moving his hands from his face, and coughs. More blood runs down his arms. But after a beat or so he lowers his hands.

They'd really done a number on him, one eye swollen shut and already growing lurid bruises, skin split on his cheekbone, his nose actually bent at an angle, clearly broken. Blood runs down the lower half of his face from it, and more runs from a point somewhere in his hair. He wearily spits a gobbet of blood onto the cobblestones and looks at her with his good eye, possibly sadder than she's ever seen him.]

'J'you follow me? [he asks faintly.]

[nonmagical]

[After some consideration, she carefully tries to put her arms around him. She just hopes that alone doesn’t hurt him.]

I was worried… people seemed like they were going to hurt you.

[And unfortunately, she was right.]

[sandinmyhair]

[He leans against her, anyway, ignoring the resultant pain in his shoulder. It's in moments like these that it really comes into focus how small and almost frail he is.]

Sorry, kid... happ'n'z'a'lot.... Wishyou... din'aveto... see this....

[Even with the pain of his injuries, he wants nothing more than to lie down and sleep. He's... so very tired.

Can't do that, though.]

Helmmee up... godda gohome....

[nonmagical]

It happens a lot?!

[She’s horrified- angry and scared on his behalf. What if they did something worse to him than this next time?

What if he didn’t come home next time? The thought makes her heart ache. They gotta do better at protecting him.]

I’m sorry… I didn’t realize… no one should be hurting you. At all.

[She wraps her arms around him as gently as possible, and tries to help him back up to his feet.]

[sandinmyhair]

People... hate wha'they... donunnerstan....

[Between the two of them they get Bruno back on his feet and moving in the direction of home. He stumbles frequently, seeming to lose track of where he's even going. As they pass through the busier parts of the village a few people watch sadly or sympathetically, but no-one appears inclined to do anything.

They must have done, though, because before the two even reach the town square Julieta meets them, a basket hanging from one arm. Unfortunately, at that moment Bruno sags against Mirabel, nearly dropping to the ground. When Julieta spots them she gasps, darting forward.]

¡Ay, Dios mio! Mira... Mira, what happened to him?

[nonmagical]

[Mirabel struggles a bit, but keeps him upright. She looks at her mom with a panicked expression.]

He was attacked... the Fernandez brothers - they hurt him really bad! Lo siento mamá... I couldn't stop them...!

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno's eyes fall shut and he goes limp. Julieta slips an arm under him, indicating that they should lower him onto the ground. When they do, she kneels next to him, frowning as he coughs wetly. She mutters a few words about those Fernandez brothers that Mirabel probably shouldn't have heard, too distracted by her brother's plight to really police her own language that much.]

Mira, hold his feet up... like that, [she says, gesturing that she should hold them up higher than the rest of him. Then she sighs, shaking her head, reaching into her pocket for a bottle.] You did the best thing you could do. Those two are best left to your Tía Pepa--they've clearly forgotten what it's like to get some lightning in their feet!

[Unstoppering the bottle reveals a pungent odour, which she places by his nose.] Bruno... hermanito.... Come on, wake up.... [He gives a few more wet coughs and she rubs his chest.] Bruno.... [His eyes flutter open.] Take a bite. [She slips a small round buñuelo into his mouth and watches keenly as he slowly chews it.]

I'm so sorry you had to see this, Mira, [Julieta murmurs, stroking a few locks of Bruno's hair.] A lot of people weren't good to him before he went into hiding, and... I guess it was too much to expect any of them to change.

[nonmagical]

[Mirabel props his feet up, but mostly she lets her mom do her work. If anyone can help her uncle, it’s Julieta.]

I didn’t know… people could be that cruel. It’s not like he can control the future, he just sees it! So why are they taking out their anger on him?! It’s not fair!

[She let’s put an angry breath, trying to focus on Bruno’s health rather than her own feelings.]

What if next time they do something much worse to him…?

[sandinmyhair]

[For a moment she doesn't answer, one hand still rubbing Bruno's chest. Remedies always take longer with him, as though his body can't quite keep up. Only when the wounds fade does she look over at Mirabel.]

Sometimes when someone is hurting, they lash out at whatever is closest to the cause of that hurt. That doesn't make it right, though.

[After another moment Bruno stirs, opening his eyes and looking dully up at them.]

Get your tío home, and make sure he lies down for a while, [Julieta stands and fixes him with a stern gaze, and Bruno at least has the good grace to attempt a sheepish grin.] I'm going to go have a talk with Mamá about this.

[nonmagical]

All right I will, mamá...

[She watches Julieta leave, hoping that maybe Abuela will be able to do something about this. She wraps her arms around Bruno, trying to slowly help him back onto his feet.]

How are you feeling...?

[sandinmyhair]

[It's slow going, but they manage it, and he doesn't stumble nearly as much. He seems more exhausted than anything else, now.]

Not as... bad as I was....

[That's not really saying much. They make their way home, up the hill, a walk he usually makes with no trouble. This time, though, he has to stop a few times, wheezing. He's leaning heavily against her by the time they get inside. Alas, Casita can only do so much to aid their progress, but it flips the stairs so that they can't climb them and opens the door to a parlour which has the advantage of being on the ground floor, and of having a very inviting-looking squashy sofa.

The sofa is perfect and when they get there Bruno drops himself onto it with an exhausted groan, flopped bonelessly on the cushions with one arm over his eyes. After a beat he moves the arm and looks up at her.]

Sorry you had to see that. Sometimes... it doesn't take much to bring out the... worst in people.

[nonmagical]

[Mirabel just shakes her head.]

You don't have to apologize for... that. They never should have hurt you. I hope tía Pepa lights their hair on fire after all that-

[She lets out a sigh. As much as Mirabel wanted to do something, she was kind of helpless during it all. Knowing Bruno is probably not going to move from his spot on the couch, she goes and fetches a soft blanket.]

Here.

[She covers him with it.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno chuckles at that before his breath catches and he coughs a few times.] She probably will. She's always been a terror when her dander's up.... [Often to protect him, he reflects.]

[He murmurs his thanks when she drapes the blanket over him, then looks up at her.] 'F'you don't mind, could you stay here for a bit? [His gaze drops.] I don't think I wanna be alone.

[nonmagical]

I'm not going anywhere.

[Partly because he asked her to stay, the other part because she's afraid to leave him alone. Yes, they're safe in Casita but... well, seeing what happened to him scared her. She didn't know people could that be cruel - especially to someone as kind and gentle as him.]

This will never happen again, okay? We'll... we'll make sure of it.

[sandinmyhair]

[That beating he took was healed for the most part, but Julieta's magic can only do so much for someone in his condition--ten years of self-imposed imprisonment does a lot of damage, after all, and it'll take quite some time to recover from.

He's weary and vaguely ill-feeling, a residual ache rolling aimlessly about in his back and his limbs, but it's no match for his curiosity.]

If there's anyone who could, it's you. Got a plan?

[nonmagical]

[She wants to say she'll start going with him into town, but honestly? She's not much of a bodyguard. Today proved as much.]

I'll change their minds. I'll make them stop.

[She's... not sure how yet. But she's a teenager and doesn't understand the years of animosity the town had towards Bruno. One teenager girl probably wouldn't change that. But she'd try.]

And maybe... Pepa should go into town with you?

[sandinmyhair]

[Another laugh, another bout of coughing. He rubs a hand against his chest.] Nah, she's got enough on her plate without having to babysit her little brother. I just gotta be a bit... harder to find.

[That's always been Bruno's solution--make himself scarce or, at least, too small to be seen. He's only five foot four and he hunches as though he's taking up too much space.

After a beat, though, his smile goes tender.] Then again, maybe you can change their minds. You're good at that, you know.