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You can say if you want a list of headcanons about a specific scenario or just for me to share thoughts on something. It'd be best if you specify so there's no miscommunication.
I'm more comfortable writing about "x Reader" stuff but I can write about other ships if you so desire. Unless the gender of the reader is specified, I'll default to gender neutral.
If you're going to send characters for "x Reader" requests, the maximum is five (5). Exceeding this will result in me randomly deciding which character is going to be excluded from the post.
Be as specific as you can regarding scenarios you want me to write about.
I reserve the right to deny a request sent to me for any reason. Below this section is what I'm willing and not willing to write.
If you're not sure if I can write your request, message me. Maybe we can work something out.
Fandoms I'll Write About (may expand in the future)
Resident Evil 8 (any character from this specific game in the franchise)
Choices (primarily the GOC books, since they're the only ones I've played)
What I'm Willing To Write
Fluff
Family dynamics
Platonic/friendship
Angst
Hurt/Comfort
Smut
Character Death
Dubcon (it depends)
Gore
What I'm NOT Willing To Write
Scat
Vore
Rape/noncon (whether in a kink setting or not)
Piss play
Yandere
Any other hard kinks (you can run it by me first before I get to it)
Hello! I've been overall pretty good. Currently studying to take a licensure examination for the profession I want to take and I'll be graduating from college soon so you can say I've been pretty busy. Honestly, I've kind of grown out of RE8 a bit in the time I haven't written for it or kept up with new content.
Don't get me wrong, it does still have a special place in my heart and will be the thing that helped me really get back into writing in the first place, but I'm just not as into it as I used to be.
Like I promised though, I'm still working on drafts of requests. Progress has just been really really slow HAHA. Please forgive me if you're still waiting on that. I do still lurk around here and see people liking and reblogging my old posts though, so thank you for the bit of love you've shown my stuff!
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Oh no, you put the anti-glasses on and they won't come off â they're compelling you to "critically analyze" your favorite ship! You still have to do it, even if the ship doesn't seem problematic. The wrong people like that pairing as well, so something is clearly up with it.
It's """"incest"""" (under heavy quotes because they're not even related in any way other than being in a religious cult together. People who call each other "brother" and "sister" are not automatically related)
They have killed people and experimented on them* (*confirmed for Heisenberg, implied for Donna)
They've never interacted directly (don't think this is actually problematic but a lot of people like to bring it up for a lot of ships anyway, even those not Donnaberg)
They hold no form of affection for one another whatsoever
Probably a huge age gap? It was never really confirmed how old they were, it was quite vague (unless new info came out that I wasn't aware of)
The way they were in the game, a realistically healthy relationship just wouldn't be possible between them because of their current states of being and priorities
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why should you change it?
When you guys pop up in our notifications, most seasoned tumblr users will suspect youâre a bot and block on sight.
why do we block immediately?
tumblr has a history of bots trying to infiltrate and establish a connection to a valid, existing blog in order to populate google searches. Simply liking or reblogging a post, not just adding a scam link to it, establishes this connection. Tumblr users donât want this to happen, especially if itâs a scammy p*rn bot. So, we often block on sight.
So now I have to reblog stuff AND change my pfp?
Well, of course thatâs up to you! I just want to explain why you may have been already blocked by an artist/blogger you may have discovered recently, and how you can avoid it in the future.
Reblogging does help creators more than likes because your reblogs will show up on the dash of those that may follow you. Plus, reblogging puts that post on your own blog, and in case the original gets deleted or edited by the OP, itâll be on your blog like thatâforever (or until you delete your blog). Nice.
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Hello. It's been a while since I've posted anything of my own on here.
Life's been really busy basically, and I've gotten into a new interest at the moment, so unfortunately, some of the RE8 requests may have to be put on hold.
You might be asking "wait, why some?" Because, unfortunately again, I may have to delete some of the requests I just don't have any ideas for or think I can write about while serving it justice.
I want to keep things relatively carefree and light for me while I write as a hobby, so sometimes, I'm gonna have to not do things I don't think I want to do. This isn't a job, after all (and work is already draining too OOF.)
I'm sorry to everyone who's been waiting for things to come out from me. I won't make any promises as to when I may post the requests, but they will come out at some point. Sorry also to those whose requests I'll have to delete. I hope you can understand.
Thanks for sticking around this far. This isn't goodbye or anything, by the way, I'm still here. Just chilling around RE8 for now haha.
yknow ever since people realized tumblr isnt dead and have decided to flock here from twitter and tiktok ive seen a huge influx of people in fandom spaces who dont reblog anything. at all.
like, i used to have an art blog with 340 followers. not a ton but not a small amount either given how this website works with creators. and in my experience back then even the ones who only left likes still reblogged other things or at least posted their own stuff. literally the only empty blogs were clearly bots.
but on this New art blog, i've had so many people with fandom-specific headers and icons with actual usernames as urls and some kind of title or description, but have. Nothing. no posts. all they do is like things. and it's always public, too. their following list and their likes list.
and honestly all it makes me think is that these people are New and also don't know how tumblr works. how likes don't give exposure. not even in a "oh, i know it doesn't give exposure, but i'm still going to reblog anyways" way, but in a genuine honest to god straight up doesn't realize tumblr likes don't work like twitter's.
PLEASE please if you're from tiktok or twitter or whatever please reblog people's art both fandom and original if you like it!! and maybe actually pad out your blog's content in some way so people won't potentially see you as a bot and block you.
REBLOG ARTIST'S WORK. THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THEY GET ANY ATTENTION ON THIS WEBSITE OH MY GOD. PLEASE. I BEG of you
Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes
Hey guys! Some more information since I went and made an Instagram account to look at whatâs going on first hand and uhhhhh⊠yeah-
They are reposting- using the same caption for every single one- AND YOU HAVE PROBABLY NOTICED THE PAYPAL POSTS-
WELL-
THEYâRE SCAMS- I donât know much about bitcoin but I know enough about it that you should stay the FUCK away.
This is all on Annaâs old account btw, pls beware. If you canât help by reporting or filing complaints or whatever- please just help by blocking this account and spreading the word- more people informed means less people this bitch can trick and theyâll eventually- hopefully, probably- give up when they see their schemes no longer working.
I hope you're having a great day and you didn't stressed yourself out. I saw that the request are open and i'm taking this opportunity if you have some time!^^;;
Can i get Isabela x Guitarist!Reader? One day, Isabela just doing her usual chores and she saw a group of people watching the reader playing the guitar with those talented fingers.
Hmm, you know~ love at first sight~
Oh! And the reader also had a gift which is can make them floating wherever they like while singing and playing their guitar, they played the guitar on her birthday just to confess their feelings.
Well, that's all! And it's also my very first request. I hope you have a great day/night! Please do stay healthy and happy for yourself^^
Strum the Strings of my Heart
Isabela x guitarist gn!Reader
Fluff - Romantic
Requested: Yes
[Word Count: 3,456]
CW: N/A
Isabela meets the newest member of Encanto - a guitarist, talented both with the strings and with their voice - and falls head over heels in seconds. Little does she know that Y/N feels exactly the same way about her, and always has.
- Ooh that is one cheesy title, sorry about that. Also I tried writing in 3rd person, what do we think of it? It's new to me so sorry if I use the wrong POV here or there, I barely proofread this (written at around midnight lmao) -
Another warm day in Encanto greets Isabela as she wanders the streets. A light breeze brought on by her tĂa Pepa blows her hair back and over her shoulders gracefully, the few colored streaks standing out starkly in contrast to its natural dark color. Some townspeople smile and wave as she passes, earning themselves bouquets of colorful flowers or cacti growing in their empty plant pots.
The house that Isabela has to attend to is on the other side of Encanto, and so it is a bit of a walk. Isabela decides to take a detour and head through the center of town, where musicians and poets gather to perform their talents. There are a few she stops to listen to, like a muscled man dramatically reading out a Spanish sonnet, and the straight-backed woman playing a piano with elegant fingers.
Towards the edge of the square, however, Isabela hears a new sound. A song that she has not grown accustomed to from all her years wandering this village. Her curiosity immediately swells into a need to find this person, the mysterious someone strumming a beautiful melody on a perfectly-tuned string instrument.
After looking about for just a moment, Isabela sees a small crowd of children and adults alike. An old woman is clapping, while the two kids next to her bounce and giggle happily. Isabela makes her way over to them, looking over the shoulder of a woman she only vaguely recognizes. Inside of the circle is the source of the sound, and a sight that takes her breath away.
A person just as beautiful as their music sits on an upright guitar case, eyes closed in content as they strum a tune surely familiar and homely to them, as if they were made for the moment they are sharing with the rest of Encanto. Their song is happy and sad all at once - it is the rise and fall of a tide, the warmth of the summer sun after springâs pouring rain. And Isabela is stunned.
The song comes to a peaceful close that reminds Isabela of walking through one of her gardens, and the mystery musician opens their eyes once more. As they look around their audience, their gaze catches Isabelaâs for what feels like hours but can not be more than a few seconds. Their movements falter, and their eyes widen in what almost looks like astonishment. They offer Isabela a new smile, one made just for her, and continue on taking small coins from the brave children that manage to step forward.
Isabela knows that she has work to get back to, and a job to fulfill. But she really, truly, does not want to leave. For if she leaves, this person might not be here when she gets back.
âIsabela!â Calls Camilo from the other side of the town square. âCome on!â She forgot that Camilo will be helping her - taking on the role of mother to the womanâs children while the señorita helps Isabela plant new flowers for the oncoming warm season.
Daring to spare one last look behind her, Isabela finds the eyes of the stranger on her, a tiny smile still there. As soon as eye contact is made, they turn back to their guitar, plucking out a few chords to work their way into a new song.
On the walk to Señorita Adrinaâs casita, Camilo lightly nudges his cousin. When Isabela looks down at him, she sees a playful yet mischievous smirk on his face. When Camilo realizes that Isabela is glaring at him, he spins and turns back around as a duplicate of the guitarist from before.
Isabela rolls her eyes and refuses to look as Camilo strikes dramatic poses, making kissing noises and spitting out random pickup lines in Spanish. Isabela flicks a cactus his way and scoffs. âHow did you even learn those?â
âPapĂ,â Camilo says with an embarrassed sigh. He shifts back into himself and continunes his walk normally. âThis may be the only time I ever get to use them.â Camilo brings the back of his hand to his forehead and mimes falling backwards onto a fainting couch, making Isabela chuckle lightly.
âYouâre awful.â
âItâs a part of my natural charm.â
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The hours at Señorita Adrinaâs go by fast, and the whole time Isabela only thinks about the guitarist once or twice. Maybe three times. Possibly four.
By the time that Camilo is done babysitting and Isabela has planted every flower known to man on a single front porch, the sun is beginning its descent towards the mountain tops. Camilo parts ways with Isabela on the edge of town, running to catch up with Mirabel as she heads back to la casa Madrigal. And Isabela is left alone once again.
Not really having anything to do but with a lot of time to kill, Isabela considers looking for them. Them. But that might be weird, and what if they find out that she was looking for them? Would that sound creepy, or stalker-ish? What if they never speak to her again beca-
âHola, señora,â says a voice from behind Isabela. She tenses up and whirls around, but there is no fear in her. Something about the voice does not provoke a sense of danger, despite her not being able to recognize it whatsoever.
Standing face to face with Isabela then is the one and only mystery musician, their guitar case strapped to their back and that smile from before tugging up the corners of their mouth. Isabela lets her own mouth hang open just a bit, in shock and, for once, not knowing what to say.
âH-hi,â she breathes out, still lost in the irises before her. âIâm Isabela Madrigal.â
They laugh, but not loud and obnoxious as if to make fun of her. Itâs soft, gentle, and considerate. Isabela feels her heart melt a little more. âI know who you are señora. Your cousin was calling your name for nearly a minute during my song before you turned around.â They donât seem mad about it, as if Camilo interrupting their performance to get Isabelaâs attention is genuinely amusing to them.
âOh, lo siento. I had no idea-â
âDonât worry about it. Please.â The guitarist extends their hand, fingertips calloused from hours of picking at strings. âCall me Y/N. Iâm new to Encanto, but I will say the first thing I heard of were the amazing Madrigals.â
Isabela feels her cheeks warm as she takes Y/Nâs hand. âWe tend to be a pretty popular conversation topic.â They laugh again, just as light and bubbly as the one before. Isabela wishes she could hear it every morning when she wakes up.
âSo it seems. You work with plants, right? Iâm still trying to keep everyone straight.â
Isabela nods and holds out her palm, producing a tiny pink flower as an offering. Y/N seems to light up as they take the fragile gift, tucking it behind their ear with a smile. âThatâs amazing.â Isabela only blushes more, unsure of what to say.
âYou should meet the rest of my family,â she finally mutters. âLuisa could hold this entire town on her shoulders if she tried.â
Y/N chuckles and nods, rolling their shoulders and allowing their hands to rest gently on their hips. âI believe it. She came up to me earlier - seems very nice.â After this, they spare Isabela another look, one eyebrow slightly raised. âNot as nice as you have been, though.â
Words donât seem to come to the tongue when theyâre supposed to. Take, for example, right now, as Isabela fumbles to figure out what she should say to the stunning person that she just met. Sure, plenty have flirted with Isabela in the past, but very few have opened with small yet genuine compliments. And none have been able to grab Isabelaâs attention like Y/N has.
âAy, I have to get back to where Iâm staying,â Y/N says, gesturing over their shoulder with their thumb. âSleeping with a friend until we can get my new home built. But it was great to finally meet you, Isabela.â
The way that they say Isabelaâs name makes her knees want to buckle. Dios mĂo, Isa, youâve only just met them, she can hear Mirabel say in her head. Oh, is her sister going to get a kick out of this.
âOh! Of course, right. Yeah. I have to get going, too. It was lovely meeting you, as well.â Isabela curtsies and ducks her head to hide her embarrassed grimace.
Y/N waves their goodbye and turns their back to Isabela, who watches them walk off. Numbly, she begins the trek up the hill towards the casita, taking in the events of the day. âUntil we can get my new home builtâ, they had said. Theyâre staying. After checking to make sure no one is around, Isabela does a small happy dance, waving her fists around in the air and letting her legs finally let out all the jitteriness gained from that whole conversation.
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Isabelaâs birthday is a whole week away, and the entirety of Encanto is already making plans for it. La casa Madrigal is completely decked out with all sorts of decorations and floral designs to celebrate another year with their wonderful Isabela.
Y/N L/N has not been here for long - only two months or so - but in that time they have spoken with Isabela every day. And with each passing day, they have grown more sure of their feelings towards her.
They felt it first when they first saw Isabela in the crowd watching them perform for the first time since arriving in Encanto. Y/N was nervous and scared out of their mind, keeping their eyes shut so they couldnât see the people around them and hoping their fingers wouldnât betray them as they strummed each chord.
Opening their eyes was the best decision they have ever made.
Isabela Madrigal is a gift that very few get to experience. Y/N has gotten more than one jealous remark from those wishing that they were in their position, talking to the girl of so many peopleâs dreams. But Y/N doesnât let those comments get to them or wedge in between their relationship with Isabela, because they know that those people will never know everything about her that Y/N knows. They donât know Isabelaâs favorite flower, or color, or how she hates Tuesdays more than any other day of the week. But Y/N does.
Considering Isabela will be turning another year older in a week - making her older than Y/N by just a few months - Y/N has decided that they want to do something special for her. And so they chose the first thing that they knew they could do - play a song.
Thereâs something in the way that Y/N writes their music that makes everything make sense when it shouldnât. A few simple notes can bring upon an emotion others thought they would never experience again. The instrumental can speak volumes, and the chords have experienced heartbreak. Bridges enjoy calm nights alone while choruses reminisce on the days of playing outside as a child.
This means that somehow, some way, it is possible to get their wonderful Isabela into a song. Itâs harder than anything to make music feel like a person rather than a feeling, but Y/N knows that Isabela is worth it. So one month after learning about the date of Isabelaâs birthday, they got to work on composition.
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Isabelaâs birthday arrives much faster than expected, and suddenly Y/N is faced with confronting three very big things about themself all at once. For starters, they are about to confess to Isabela in the words of a song that they wrote themselves. This has many, many flaws and countless pathways in which it goes wrong - all of which Y/N is trying to ignore. On top of that, they are about to show Isabela their âparty trick.â
Y/N told Isabela about their gift of their own, and with it the secrets of their family. The L/N family, similarly to the Madrigals, receives gifts born from grief and loss on their 5th birthday. And while everyone else was blessed with a magical ability that could help to grow their town, Y/N got stuck with the ability to play the guitar. That, and being able to float while doing it. But not very high, and only if they are actively playing a song. So, all in all, not that handy. Which is exactly why Y/N ran off to Encanto, and why they have not indulged in their gift since. But Isabela deserves to know.
Oh, and number three? Y/N has to either get Isabela alone - nearly impossible - or perform a love song for her in front of the entire town. Not great options all around, but itâs something to work with. Who doesnât love a challenge?
Y/Nâs guitar rests in the corner of the castiaâs main hall, waiting to be used as they dance the night away with Isabela at their side. They spin around, and around, and around, dancing about one another similarly to the way they prance in and out of confessing their feelings. Life is full of beautiful metaphors.
Every time Isabela laughs, Y/N at once feels elated and feels more fear settle into their stomach. On one hand, there is not a soul in Encanto that doesnât want to hear Isabela laugh for them. But on the other hand, it could be a laugh they never hear again, should this go poorly.
The night grows dark, and though the celebration will continue until daybreak, Y/N knows that they have to make a move now or there may not be another time. Citizens are milling around, making ambient chatter and indulging themselves with as many drinks and snacks that they can. Y/N finds Isabela speaking with her sisters, Luisa and Mirabel, animatedly telling a story that seems to involve a lot of colorful explosions. Y/N could watch her all day, but that would get creepy, and this may be their last chance to do what needs to be done.
âHola, Isa,â they say once the conversation seems to come to a dip. Isabela turns instantly, her face brightening at the sight of Y/N before them.
âHola, Y/N! Are you enjoying yourself? You know they have a magnificent feast prepared just over there.â
Y/N merely nods, trying to ignore the way their palms are sweating. âIâm fine, gracias. I was actually wondering if I could steal you away for just a moment? Thereâs something I need to talk to you about.â
This is it. This is the moment that Y/N has been preparing for for so long. And it is just now, as they walk down into one of the corridors in the casita that they realize they are not at all ready to do this. They canât let the nerves get the better of them, but wow is it tempting.
âWhat did you want to talk about?â Isabela asks calmly. Her voice is like silk, high and smooth. It sounds like bees peacefully circling the brightest flowers.
Y/N takes a final, steadying breath and removes the guitar from their back. Absentmindedly, they tune it despite it already being close to perfect, not even having to look away from the spot on the wall theyâre staring at. âIsabela⊠For a while now I have had something very important that I need to share with you. And I hate to do this on your birthday, because if it goes wrong I donât want your entire celebration to be ruined, but I know that if I donât do this now I never will again.â
Isabela looks concerned, but when Y/N finally meets her eyes they see something different in them. Something that almost looks like⊠hope? Stay focused, Y/N.
Not wasting another minute, Y/N plays a single chord, making sure that they remember every note. The chord is a good way to get their head back in the moment, reliving the song that they have practiced so many times before. A moment later, they are easily picking out every bit of the melody, every single chord that makes up an imaginary background chorus.
A single verse into the song, after which Isabela is already smiling with tears welling up in her eyes, Y/N begins to sing. It starts off simple, with short staccato phrases. Each sentence is like a stanza of poetry, portraying how they felt the first time they laid eyes on Isabela. As the song continues, the notes shift between legato and staccato, hopefully showing Isabela how they panicked during their first conversation, swaying in between two different ways of approaching the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.
The chorus is easily their favorite part. Flowing, legato notes in a comfortably high register. There is more instrumental in the chorus than usual, but Y/N wrote it that way on purpose. Itâs a good buildup for the final moment in the song, which they are still nervous about.
Isabela has her hands clasped over her mouth, eyes smiling so much they nearly close. Y/N feels themselves relax, the familiar strum of the strings coming much more naturally now. They hum a melody, pouring in everything that they have felt over the past few months. The nervousness, the elation, the satisfaction and the worry that comes with falling in love.
Finally, as the bridge toward the final chorus arrives, Y/N lets their legs go lax. Rather than crashing on the ground, they begin to fall the opposite direction, into the air. A gasp from Isabela is all they need to hear to know that their gift didnât fail them, and theyâre not actually unconscious at her feet.
Y/N opens their eyes, and just like the first time, Isabela is there watching them. This time, though, they donât look away. The imaginary breeze that suspends them allows Y/N to gently float down toward Isabela. They are close now, closer than theyâve ever been. Y/N can smell the scent of the flowers that are tucked into Isabelaâs hair, they can feel the warmth that she produces. And they never want to leave.
The song comes to a close, and Isabela watches with her mouth agape as Y/N lowers themself until their feet are once again resting on the solid ground. The silence is heavy, but not awkward. It feels as if the walls themselves are waiting for what might happen next.
Y/N canât even get a word out to ask if she liked it before Isabela is enveloping them in the tightest hug they have ever received. Y/N doesnât hesitate to hold her in return, the two rocking back and forth slowly to the imaginary tune playing in their heads. To Y/N, it sounds like a soft reprise to the song they just sang, one where there is no expression of fear or doubt. Everything is alright in Isabelaâs reprise.
âI love you,â Isabela whispers, barely loud enough to be heard. Y/Nâs heart races and drops at the same time, but their grip does not falter.
âI love you, too,â they answer. Isabela pulls back from their embrace, much to Y/Nâs dismay. But Isabela only steps away to take hold of Y/Nâs guitar and gently lean it against the wall, returning to them to take their face in her hands. Matching smiles adorn both of their faces - soft and full of love.
At once, they come together, lips only brushing at first. The timid feel of a first love fades quickly, replaced with the confidence that comes with knowing your loved one feels the same way. They lose track of the time as they stand there, hands alternating between each otherâs waists, the backs of their necks, their hair. The moment is all theirs.
â Bonus â
Dolores grins and does a tiny dance full of giddiness. At her reaction, muted cheers from Camilo and Luisa follow, knowing what happened. It may be odd to eavesdrop on a stranger confessing their love for your cousin, but Dolores really doesnât mind. Besides, with the entire Madrigal family gathered around her, it would be hard not to.
Only a few minutes later does Y/N and Isabela return to the public eye, fingers interlocked and lovesick smiles adorning their faces. Dolores and Camilo share a fist-bump and a smirk. Itâs about time their cousin found someone perfect for her.
I disagree so deeply with the notion that the impulse to create transformative content only bursts into being when the original work is mediocre/generally pretty bad but has a lot of "wasted potential", and I wish people whose fandom presence works like that didn't go around advertising their perspective as the norm. I have never been enticed to write fic about a piece of media I didn't enjoy in a significant manner. to me making fandom content is about appreciating what a story contains, so much that I want to play with the elements it presents for longer than any movie/book/tv show/videogame could ever allow, so I take them and start making my own shit with it.
I'm not saying this is the "right" way to do it, everyone knows their own reasons for being in fandom and nobody owes anyone an explanation of their motives to create. I just deeply resent the normalization of a culture of rejection/contempt for the original work in which a fandom is based of. from my experience this does nothing except creating bitter fandom environments where people seem more focused in talking about all the ways in which canon let them down than in doing anything else.
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