#spideysgxrl

[calswildflcwer]

Well… i have certainly been gone a long time… I keep trying to click my profile and ending up on the- marketplace? What is this new update? I don’t like it 🫣

[despair-brokenbandages]

Ask Game! (Except I answer all of them right now haha)

The lovely @spideysgxrl made this!

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

I didn't at first, but after seeing that cool canvas one I might reconsider...

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Baby blue!

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

French toast!

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

09:15. (idk when I'll post this though)

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Aries!

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

Call me basic, but I love French accents. Specifically the Marseille accent.

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

One on my thigh, yeah.

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

INTP.

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

Coraline.

📺 - Favourite show?

Currently it's Peaky Blinders!

😂 - Are you ticklish?

Yes...

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

Yes.

😳 - Do you like your name?

It'd be a shame if I didn't, considering I picked it.

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

Pastel pink and white.

🤓 - How did you get your name?

@chaoticgaydisaster blessed me with this name. Her mind works in mysterious ways.

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

This year?? I might stay for 6th Form.

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Yes, just a simple lobe piercing.

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

Green!

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

Just down. I'm too lazy to do anything else.

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

Maybe. With permission though I swear.

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Not that I know of.

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

I have a fear of vomit I think?

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Too cold.

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Rainy!

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Autumn.

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

Cats!

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

I have a ragdoll cat called Misha :)

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

30 hours? I wasn't really counting but I didn't sleep for ages when I went to Chicago in 2017.

🎨 - Any hobbies?

WRITING. Photography, shitty drawings, etc.

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

Saint-Tropez.

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Synonyms for ____.

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

Notes app!

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

Country all the way.

[thecastillosisters]

*•. Welcome to our account .•*

••¤ We are twin sisters living in Encanto! Feel free to ask us anything! ¤••

★·.· INTRODUCTIONS ·.·★

Hi! I’m Nova. The older twin. I’m 15 and I’m into a lot of things. (Yeah, mainly fighting! Shut up, Noemi. This is my introduction!). I’m a track star at school and can usually be found hanging out with my novio, Carlos Madrigal. Ask me anything!

Hello! I’m Noemi, also fifteen. Give me flowers and I might cry, forreal. I’m the younger and better looking twin (yeah right. Think you’ll find I’m the better looking one, hermanita.) I enjoy football and all other types of sports. You’ll usually find me hanging out with Luisa or Camilo (her cruuuuuush. Shut up, Nova!).

CLICK HERE FOR THE WILL’S AND WON’T OF WHAT WE WILL AND WILL NOT ANSWER!

{Do not copy my ocs or claim them as your own. Any art that is posted on this account will be credited accordingly as I cannot digital draw for the life of me. Special thanks for the icon and the mermaid oc drawings goes to @pochi-moochika! Both ocs and their backstories and everything else about them belongs solely to @spideysgxrl.}

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@spideysgxrl Same goes to you 😭😭

I miss ya betch!

when u click with someone and they have the audacity to live far away

[calswildflcwer]

The Language Of Flowers

Pairing : Isabela x fem!reader

Warnings : Just pure fluff.

Plot : You decide to ask Isabela to teach you the meanings of different flowers so that you can make her a bouquet with a special meaning.

Pronouns used : she/her for Isabela, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is super super rushed and just not very good at all, I apologise for that but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless or not, either one works lmao.

Other Madrigals taglist : @camilos-mivida, @try-cry-why-try, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @samiiika, @soumya-13, @moon-cakiie, @ignoremepeople37.

Isabela Madrigal. She was known to you. Of course she was known to you, all of your life you had been taught to be prim and proper, to stand straight, your shoulders firm and not drooped, your chin high. You had been taught to speak loud and clearly, to not mumble your words, to not whisper or speak under your breath. You had been taught to be perfect your whole life, the only person to ever understand your frustration was the oldest Madrigal grandchild, Isabela.

A year prior to the fall of Casita, you had shyly admitted your feelings to ‘señorita perfecta’. Unbeknownst to you, she was feeling the same way. However, neither of you could act upon your feelings due to her betrothal to Mariano Guzmán. The town's dorky hunk who often relied a little too much on his mother, so the pair of you kept your relationship a secret; never letting on that you were seeing each other, the only person who knew was Dolores.

Things had changed so much since then, Isabela was no longer expected to be perfect and the pair of you could finally be free. You wandered through the town hand in hand with Isabela, the sun shining down on your faces, you figured that her aunt must be having a good day. You let out a soft gasp, seeing a small flower sprouting from between the tiles of the sidewalk, “What’s that one mean?!” You asked, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Isabela eyed you, a slight twinkle shining in her eyes as she pushed her blue powder dyed hair over her shoulder to get a closer look at the flower in question, her eyes squinted slightly before a smile enhanced her features and she turned to you, “That’s a Hyacinthe, it means ‘your loveliness charms me’.” She let you know, you felt your cheeks heat up under her sweet doe eyed gaze. A soft smile played on the girl's lips as she leant forward to plant a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. Her hand moved to grip yours before dragging you down the street, “Come on, hermosa. Mami has probably finished preparing dinner now.” She grinned, dragging you towards Casita.

It was a week later, you sat cross legged on the flower covered floor of Isabela’s room, weaving the flower stalks in and around one another to make a little crown. Isabela flicked through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning word after word as she slouched across her bed. You stared across at her, watching as her pupils flicked back and forth across the words on the page, “Amor…” You began, slowly, hesitantly. She placed a bookmark between the pages of her book before placing it on a nearby table and locking her eyes on yours, sending you a small smile to continue on, “Would you, maybe, consider teaching me the meanings of the different flowers you grow?” You asked, cautiously.

A smile grew on the Madrigal girl’s face, “Y-you wanna learn more about my passion and gift?” She asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Sí… I-I mean if you don’t mind, of course.” You responded.

Isabela’s smile grew wider, “I would love to, mi vida!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily.

You smiled, rising to your feet and heading towards where she slouched on her bed, you sat beside her and placed the flower crown on her head, slightly framing the hair around her face as you did. You crossed your legs in front of you, she sat opposite you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before leaning over and grabbing a book from a nearby vine, she opened it up and you saw drawings of all different flowers. You eyed it in awe, your hand stroked down the page slightly, “Did you draw these?” You asked.

Isabela nodded, “I did,” she smiled, ���let’s get started.” She spoke as she began pointing to the different flowers within the sketchpad.

It was two weeks later, you smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath before heading towards the casita, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

The doors flew open as you approached, Isabela stood on the balcony at the top of the stairs, a soft smile on her face, “Hey amor, back for another flower lesson?” She smiled down at you.

“Uh, no,” You mumbled, “I er… I got you these.” You told her, gesturing to the bouquet.

“(Name), you know she can grow those herself?” Camilo scoffed from the doorway of the dining room.

“Y-yeah, I know she can. I jus-” You mumbled.

“Camilo, shut up. Don’t you have a girlfriend to go and meet up with?” Isabela cocked a brow, folding her arms over her chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Camilo’s cheeks flushed red and his eyes grew wide before watching as he jogged out of the door, you turned your eyes back to Isabela; watching as she floated down on a vine. Your eyes were wide in awe as her feet planted safely on the floor and she stood in front of you, a smile graced her lips as she glanced between you and the bouquet.

“I… Uh, I guess Milo had a point, huh?” You shrugged.

“Ignore mi estúpido primo,” she told you, stroking a thumb down your cheeks, “you really did this for me?” She asked, gesturing to the bouquet in your hands.

“Y-yeah, I guess I did. I just… uh, I guess I wanted to know the meanings of different flowers to make you a special bouquet. I was going to write a letter but I… I didn’t know what to write and I know that flowers are something you’re passionate about so I took my lack of imagination and originality and your love of flowers and decided to combine them into a little letter for you to let you know my feelings for you.” You explained, feeling yourself getting flustered the longer you spoke.

You lifted your head to see a grinning Isabela, you furrowed your brows, “W-why are you grinning like a Cheshire Cat?” You asked, covering the soft smile on your face behind the flowers.

“Because you’re adorable!” She grabbed the flowers, pulling them out of your grasp, ignoring your flustered state.

“Stop it.” You sighed, hiding your face behind your hands. You eyed her through your fingers as she smiled at you before staring down at the flowers, she eyed them before beginning to pull each flower out one by one as you dropped your hands back to your side, “red chrysanthemum means ‘I love you’,” she spoke as she plucked the red flower out and placed it behind your ear, “daisy means ‘loyal love’,” she let you know, pulling the white flower from the bouquet, “morning glory means ‘affection’, red rose means ‘I love you’, dwarf sunflower means ‘adoration’, yellow tulips means ‘there’s sunshine in your smile’, white lily means ‘my love is pure’, alyssums mean ‘worth beyond beauty’, dahlias mean ‘a lasting bond and commitment’, red tulips represent ‘true love’.” She listed off the other flowers in the bouquet.

She placed her hands on either side of your cheeks and stared in awe, “You’re not unoriginal, baby. This was original and adorable and I love it!” She cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheeks. She grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen with her where she placed the bouquet in a vase of water, placing it on the table in the corner beside her favourite cactus.

“I love you so much, (name).” She told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss before leaning forward and pressing your forehead against hers,

“I love you too, Señorita perfecta.” You grinned.

~ Hey all! So here’s a super quick and super rushed Isabela drabble fic. As I said in a previous post, I’m gonna be switching to writing for my OC’s now and maybe Monster High but there may still be a few Encanto surprise fics thrown out there, there’ll also be some Carlos x oc fics written too. Anyways, lemme know what you think of this little shitshow of a minific lmao 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe! Mwah! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Y/N: If you were my husband, I’d put poison in your coffee.

Carlos: If you were my wife, I’d drink it.

[calswildflcwer]

*y/n & Carlos skipping stones on a lake*

Y/N: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Carlos, whispering: Take that you fucking lake!

[calswildflcwer]

I made another one of these (blame sage) lmao

Tagging the real ones: @pochi-moochika @foreverwriting @camilos-mivida @hunterxassasin @cahmilo @eahravinqueen @fairchildflag @dulldeads & anyone else who wants to 🤪

[calswildflcwer]

Soooo… Ya girl’s tested positive for covid 😅😬

[calswildflcwer]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (and happy birthday to bailey also :))

THANK YOU SO MUCH, ALI! 🥰 and yesss! Happy birthday to Bailey 🥳💖

[calswildflcwer]

POV: It's your 24th birthday and you're ready to slay it!

[calswildflcwer]

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Poppy: Thanks fam!

Mochie: oh no

Sage: *cries* I love you too

Wena: Sounds fake but okay

Bee: *A flustered mess*

Mimi: can i get a refund

@hunterxassasin @pochi-moochika @foreverwriting @camilos-mivida @cahmilo

[calswildflcwer]

Bee: So, what did you do at school?

Wena: Learned about dragons.

Bee: What? Your whole class learned about dragons?

Wena: Oh no, I learned about dragons. I don’t know what the rest of them were doing.

@camilos-mivida 🥰

[calswildflcwer]

And this is why I moved back to Wattpad 💀😂

^^ My Encanto fics always had between 100-450 notes (maybe even more- I haven’t checked them all).

^^ Meanwhile my oc fics get this 😭

Like, I feel like nobody is really interested in my acc now bc I no longer write for Encanto and became more focused on my oc work rather than Encanto x reader stories 💀 But hey, maybe that’s just me overthinking or some shit idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

[calswildflcwer]

Hi all!

Obviously, some of y’all will see that I haven’t been here much for the past two months. Tbh, I’ve been more focused on my Instagram and I’ve also noticed that my oc stories haven’t been doing too great and since I’ve stopped writing Encanto x reader stories people just don’t seem to be interested anymore and I just don’t have the motive or interest in writing x readers anymore sooooo…

If y’all wanna still keep in contact with me and still want to see my oc works and edits, then y’all can absolutely follow me on my Instagram or on my Wattpad.

Stay safe, stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! 💖

Bee out 🐝✌🏻

[calswildflcwer]

Can I Kiss You?

Pairing : Scott McCall x fem!oc.

Warnings : Foul language, mentions of death, character death, no comfort end, angst then fluff then no comfort.

Plot : Bluebell has made a list of rules that she lives by, she decides to break one of those rules and kisses the alpha, Scott McCall. However, things soon take a deathly turn.

Prompt : Can I kiss you? Or is that against the rules?” “Fuck the rules.”

Pronouns used : he/him for Scott, she/her for Bluebell.

Note : All oc’s belong to me, please do not copy or steal any of my oc’s details. Thanks.

Info : Info about Bluebell here! Also, Scott will probably be ooc but it’s a fic so that much is obvious I guess.

Word count : 1.9k words.

OC taglist : @fairchildflag - You’ve already read this on Insta lmao but I wanted to post it here too 💖

OC Masterlist here!

Bluebell paced back and forth in her bedroom, going through the plan over and over in her head. What would she tell Scott? What would she even say?

“Scott, I’m so sorry I lied to you all this time. My name is actually Brooklyn Harris, I-I’m sure you recognise it-” she began to recite, quickly cutting herself off.

“Pfft! Of course he’ll recognise that name, you’ve tried killing him before.” Bluebell muttered to herself in the mirror, gripping the dressing table in front of her; her claws digging in and making scratch marks in the white painted oak. She took a deep breath, her claws slowly retracting back into her normal nails as she let out a deep sigh, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, deciding the best way to explain everything would be to write it down.

Dear Scott- “No, that’s wrong. It’s not a letter, Bluebell.” She groaned to herself, scribbling out what she had written.

She took a deep breath, slowly letting her hand glide across the paper; letting her words flow effortlessly. It didn’t take long for her to finish her note.

If you’re reading this, I’m probably either dead or I’ve just ran away… again.

Things weren’t supposed to end like this. You guys weren’t supposed to find out like this. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past, one of them was becoming the biggest predator of the supernatural world, I was never meant to become a killer but with eyes as blue as mine- everybody already assumed the worst before even realising I wasn’t a werewolf, I’m a Werecoyote. I’m sure, by now, that Gerard has told you all the truth about me, a name I’m sure you’ll all recognise. My name is Brooklyn Harris, when I was ten, I was abandoned by my pack- made to survive this awful world alone. That’s when the hunters came. That’s when I became a killer, it started with just one of Gerard’s men, I didn’t care enough to remember his name. All I knew was that I had to survive, and with over ten guns pointed in my direction, there was no other option. Once I realised what I’d done, how dangerous I was, I ran… I ran and I didn’t stop, not for Derek, not for Argent’s men, not for Chris, and not even for you, Scott McCall. My choices were either fight or flight, I’d always been raised to claw my way out of any situation, so whenever I came across somebody I knew would try to stop me, somebody I didn’t trust, I would choose the latter and would fight and claw and scream and growl, I didn’t care what the outcome was, all I knew was that I needed to survive. This lifestyle earned me the title ‘the most dangerous of them all’, a title frequently used by Gerard Argent. I’m a predator, a dangerous and lethal predator who has so much blood on her hands. I thought I’d left that life behind, but it seems that no matter what I did or how much I changed my name or face- somebody out there would still recognise me. So this is my farewell, this is my goodbye, my departure note. I have to leave and I don’t think I’ll ever return. I broke rule number one; don’t fall in love with the alpha. Goodbye my love, my heart and my soul, Scott McCall,

Forever yours,

Brooklyn “Bluebell” Harris.

Bluebell left the note on her dresser before grabbing the duffel bag she had packed beforehand, she stopped at the front door; sparing one final glance over her shoulder before letting the safety door slam and sprinting away from the porch.

She stopped at the preserve, stepping over the chain and the do not enter sign. She placed a hand on the nearest tree to steady herself before glancing over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t followed- she knew that Scott and the pack would be at her house by now.

Scott ran in through the door of his girlfriend’s home, “BLUEBELL!!” He called out. Stiles, Derek, Lydia, Malia and Chris were all behind him, “BLUE!!” He called out again, glancing over his shoulder with a wide eyed fearful look which Stiles quickly caught on to. “If she isn’t here, if we don’t find her- if Gerard finds her before us…” Scott began, worry emanating from his voice.

“She’ll be dead before she hits the ground.” Chris put in, letting a sigh leave his mouth.

Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Hey, we’ll find her, okay?” He reassured his best friend.

Scott sent an appreciative smile his way before turning towards the stairs, he sprinted up; Stiles, Derek and Chris were on his heel as Lydia and Malia searched downstairs. They searched around for a while before Stiles stood up straight, “Scott, Scott I got something.” He said, holding up the note.

Scott was by his side in seconds as he grabbed the note from Stiles’ hands, his eyes scanned back and forth, word after word. He let out a soft sigh, dropping the note to the floor, “Scott, what’s wrong?” Chris asked, worry evident in his voice.

“She’s gone. She’s run away.” Scott mumbled, his voice was low and tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks.

Stiles placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze as Derek spoke up, “Then we need to find her before Gerard does.” He said, throwing one of her scarfs towards Scott. “Track her scent.” He told him. Scott nodded, scrunching the scarf in his fists and pressing the garment to his nose, taking in her scent.

The footsteps became louder and louder behind her. The red lasers were shining through the trees, closer and closer to where Bluebell was. She quickly slinked behind a large oak tree, pressing her back against the wood as her chest heaved up and down repeatedly, she placed a hand over her mouth as she heard the voices on the other side of the tree becoming louder, “She definitely went this way, boys. She can’t run for long.” It was the voice that could make milk curdle, the voice that could bring even the toughest man to his knees, the voice that made her blood boil and skin crawl, the voice that belonged to Gerard Argent.

She heard the footsteps disperse, slowly getting further and further away. She let out a sigh of relief she didn’t even realise she was holding, and closed her eyes slightly as her breathing slowly went back to its normal pace.

Bluebell pushed herself away from the tree and began walking the opposite way, she placed her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she continued to walk. She spared a glance over her shoulder, however, this made her bump into someone. Her eyes widened before she turned her head, fear evident in her eyes as she stared at the intruder. “S-Scott?” She asked, “H-how did you find me?” She questioned.

“I tracked your scent.” He responded, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Look, Bluebell- or Brooklyn, whatever name you go by…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t care about what you’ve done in the past. I don’t care that you’ve tried to kill me more than once, I don’t care about your past mistakes. I fell in love with the shy girl who always tried to stay at the back of the class, unnoticed, with a hoodie on even in one hundred degree weather. I fell in love with Bluebell Harris, I fell in love with the werecoyote, I fell in love with the blue glowing eyes, I fell in love with you, Bluebell. Your past, your mistakes, your old life- all of that, isn’t who you are. You? The real you? It isn’t the monster who did the horrible stuff, it’s the girl who was mortified by the horrible stuff she did. You are loved, you’re loved by me, you’re like a daughter to Chris, you’ve become good friends with Derek, you’re best friends with Lydia and Malia and Serenity would be so lost without you.” He told her, sitting her on a nearby log.

“I don’t know, Scott.” She sighed, placing her head in her hands. “No matter how far I run, no matter how much I change about myself, somebody will always recognise me and some people will never forgive the things I’ve done.”

“Don’t change anything about yourself, you’re perfect as you are.” He told her, resting his forehead against the side of her head, planting a soft kiss to the top of her ear.

She tilted her head, slowly turning it and staring at the alpha, “Didn’t you read rule number one in that note?” She asked, biting her lip slightly as she stared into his eyes.

“I did.” He grinned, licking his lips slightly as his eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. “Exactly how many rules did you make?” He questioned.

“Ten.” She whispered softly, staring into his eyes.

“That’s a lot of rules, Blue.” He whispered back.

“They’re the rules I try to live by.” She whispered, her own eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and lips. She lifted her hand, pressing it against his cheek, “But then you came around and you just…” She sighed slightly with a soft smile shining on her features, “You just changed my whole world.” She chuckled softly.

He watched her, a smile emanating from his own features as he leaned forward, “Can I kiss you? Or is that against the rules?” He asked, padding his thumb across her cheek.

She stared up at him through her lashes, a smile quickly spread across her features as her pupils were blown wide; biting her lips, the next words flowed freely, “Fuck the rules!” She whispered, letting him lean down and crash his lips against hers.

She kissed back just as passionately, her arms wrapping around him as her fingers became entangled in his hair whilst his hands gripped her waist.

That was until a shadow came over the pair of them, “Well well well, isn’t this sweet?” There it was again, that milk curdling voice.

The pair pulled away, Bluebell’s protective instinct slowly kicking in as she quickly rose to her feet and stood in front of her boyfriend, “Oh, you foolish child, I never wanted Scott. We only ever wanted you, Brooklyn.” He smirked, grabbing her roughly.

Her hands were bound above her as she was dangled from a tree. She stared at Scott, a fearful and apologetic look in her eyes as he was held back by a few of Gerard’s men. Her eyes widened as she watched Gerard pull out a long, steel sword. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable impact that she knew was bound to come.

Scott watched in horror, trying to fight against the men who were holding him back but there were too many of them, “Gerard, no! Please!” Scott pleaded as Gerard lifted the sword; the tip glinted in the sunlight that was shining through the trees.

Gerard wore an evil grin as he swung the sword as hard as he could, cutting the young girl in half at the waist. Her body fell limp immediately as Scott fell to his knees, letting out an agonising and painful scream which soon turned into a roar. Tears rolled down his cheeks as Gerard signalled for his men to leave, Scott stared at the hanging body of his girlfriend. His tears quickly becoming a waterfall as he knelt on the ground and screamed out.

The others skidded to a halt behind him, Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, trying to hold back his own tears as he stared at the scene in front of him, Scott’s painful screams echoed through the forest. They were too late. Far too late.

She was gone.

Henloooo! Welcome back to another oc fic! 🤪 The og Teen Wolf characters are probably very much poc but I mean, it’s a Fic so that’s bound to happen, please do lemme know what y’all think tho angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe. Mwaaaah! 💖