Aaaaaaaaaaaah, This Was So Cute! I Could Listen To Bruno Ramblr About His Rats Forever!! I Could Also

Aaaaaaaaaaaah, this was so cute! I could listen to Bruno ramblr about his rats forever!! I could also ramble about my rats forever too XD thank you so much!!

Hi! Could I please request a Bruno x reader where the reader is also a rat lover? Like maybe they have a bunch of them as pets etc.? (Definitely not me projecting myself into this ask, no, what are you talking about?😅)

‘Really? Me too!’

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Gn!Reader

Summary: Bruno with a s/o who loves rats just as much as he does!

Pronouns: [they/them] for Reader and [he/him] for Bruno

Author Note: Of course! This is my first time writing for Bruno so I hope it’s good!

Requests are open

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Oh boy was he nervous to tell you about his little furry friends

In the past, most people didn’t react well and considered it weird

But you didn’t see it that way at all!

When he told you and introduced said rats, your face lit up with joy!

“Querido, I have some too! Wow this is perfect!”

He was shocked at first, but you looked so happy interacting with his rats

A small smile overtook his look of shock as he began telling you about each one

In all honesty, you never heard him talk so much about something

It warmed you heart to see him opening up as such!

And even after he told you about them all, you began talking about yours!

Such an incredible bonding experience that Bruno didn’t think he would ever experience with someone

“They’re so cool, Mi amor! I’ll have to introduce you to mine.” You smiled at Bruno as the rats seemingly scurried to other parts of the room.

“So-” He started, shifting in his spot. “You don’t find it weird at all? I know quite a few people do.”

You smiled softly, patting his head gently. “How could I?! They’re so cool to befriend!”

All his previous worries subsided at your words. He was so relieved to have someone share such an odd interest in other people’s books. It was.. comforting.

“I’ll bring mine over next time, alright? Oh! Or you can come and see them! Whichever you prefer!”

Bruno laughed quietly. “I would love that. I can’t wait to meet them, mi vida.”

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Author Note: THAT WAS SHORTER THAN ANTICIPATED IM SORRY! I hope it was okay! [im getting better at writing for Bruno. Once it comes out on disney+ i’ll do a lot better T-T]

i, personally, love to straddle that fine line between “fandom blog” and “record of complete psychological breakdown”

the suffering never ends

Heyyy!! I rlly love your account, could you do a clone high Van Gogh x reader?? I love the lil guy so much and cant find much content about him :(

could the reader be a closed off person who doesn’t let many people into their life or get close to them, I have a hard time letting down my walls so something about Vincent just approaching the reader and shyly starting a conversation and the reader rlly liking him and letting him into their life would be rlly nice

also if the reader could be an artist or writer that would be cool :) no problem if you don’t wanna do it!!

A thousand times yes!

Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x gn!reader

Warnings: use of they/them pronouns (putting this here just in case)

A/N: Ok, this was requested when requests were closed, but I kept it, just because I haven't written anything for Clone high in a long time, so consider yourself lucky :D Also this really reminds me of my Clone high oc, Art. So if you'd like to read about them, you can find the first two parts on my masterlist <3

(Y/N) - your name

(Y/S) - your surname

Another day, another lunch.

Another time spent by him starting at them from afar.

Others might say they weren't that interesting, but Vincent couldn't disagree more.

They met during one of his art classes. They came in to model and Vincent immediately felt drawn to them, despite not being sure why. It was everything about them that made him curious, something he wasn't used to. Especially with other people, since most of the time they made him wary more than anything.

But not them, no. Everything about them was peculiar, their pose, their expression, their eyes...oh god, their eyes. There was so much hidden emotion in them, it made Vincent feel like an explorer in front of a new adventure or a curious child standing in front of a dark forest.

After that fateful class, he found out he noticed them around more. Like in the school caffeteria for example. They always sat alone or with a small group of friends, but they always seemed reserved or didn't talk at all. Sometimes a very scary frown blossomed on their face at a sensitive question or a remark that hit too close to home.

And each lunch did Vincent sit just a tad closer to their usual table, but never quite gaining the courage to fully face his classmate.

But this day, he made up his mind. He was going to talk to them. No buts, no excuses. And so before he gave himself the chance to talk himself out of it yet again, he got up and marched straight to their table with a determined expression set on his stubbly face.

He stopped right next to them, his lunch in hand. They quietly raised their head and looked at him with an unsure expression "Can I help you?" they asked. Vincent's determination instantly dissapeared as he got out, not without struggle "Is this seat taken?" he more mumbled than said and they smirked "Sure thing."

Vincent awkwardly sat across them, both continuing to eat their lunch in quiet. While Vincent was beating himself up for not knowing what to say next, they took a bite out of their lunch and raised their head once again "I remember you." Vincent whipped his head up from his meal to look at them "Re-really?" he asked, shocked. They noticed him? When? Oh god, he hoped they hadn't noticed him staring at them.

His worries were soothed soon enough though, when they said "Yeah, you're van Gogh, right? I remember you from art class when I volunteered to pose that one time." Vincent blushed and shyly asked "How do you know my name?" they grinned "Dude, everyone was talking about you when you made that sick painting of Gandhi that one time!" they exclaimed and giggled. If Vincent wasn't blushing then, he sure was now.

"Yeah, can't stand the guy." he mumbled and looked to the side. They only shrugged "He's alright. He can be a douchebag sometimes though." they nodded. After that, they looked teasingly at Vincent "Any other questions?" Vincent kept looking away as he nodded his head "What's your name?" They were quite shocked, not expecting such kind of a question. But Vincent seemed innocent enough, so they figured telling him their name wouldn't hurt "(Y/N) (Y/S)."

At the sound of their name, Vincent perked up "(Y/S?) Like the writer (Y/S)?" they laughed softly at his enthusiasm "Yeah..."

After that day, Vincent kept meeting (Y/N) at lunch, eventually mustering up the courage to ask if they want his number, to which they agreed, much to his joy. They texted each other nearly every day, if they didn't have any exams to study for. After some time they started meeting outside of school too, making various trips to gain inspiration, (Y/N) for their writing, Vincent for his painting.

Just as Vincent's feelings for the writer blossomed, so did (Y/N)'s feelings for the short painter. He was sweet, kind and most importantly genuine. He respected their boundaries and so did they when it came to his. There was just so much mutual understanding in their friendship, they felt like they had known him forever and they only hoped he felt the same. But they were scared. They were hurt by their closest ones in the past, who's to say that won't happen with Vincent too? They knew what he did to Gandhi, even though the little jerk deserved it.

They felt scared and insecure. But they couldn't get Vincent out of their head. Even their writing was starting to center around him. Finally, they told themselves they had to put a stop to this madness.

So (Y/N) did the only thing they could think of. They approached the only person they could trust. This person earned their trust and it took a long time for (Y/N) to open up to them, and they still weren't at a point where they would trust that person with their life, but they were very close. Close enough they trusted them with their love troubles.

After hanging out with them for the afternoon, they agreed that you only live once and that they should go for it and not worry about the outcome.

So when in the evening (Y/N) came home, they sat at their desk and started writing away all their feelings. They meant for it to be a short note, but it turned out longer than expected, their whole heart poured onto the paper. (Y/N) sighed and with trembling hands they put the note, or should we say letter, into a envelope.

The next day they came to school early so that they could drop the note into Vincent's locker. Then they hid just behind the corner to see his reaction, curiousity eating away at them.

Finally, the man of the hour arrived. He unlocked his locker, when (Y/N)'s letter fell out. They watched as Vincent oh so carefuly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter within. They saw his eyes scan the paper once, twice, slowly welling up with tears as he did.

(Y/N) quietly tiptoed behind him and after he was done and only clutched the piece of paper to his chest, they coughed. Vincent whirled around, a big, toothy smile blooming on his face. Quickly he threw himself into their embrace, not caring if anyone saw, that great was his joy. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!!!" he cried into their chest. As the two now lovers embraced each other, a letter fell gracefully to the ground.

Dear Vincent,

There is something sitting heavy on my chest and has been for a while now. It seems my heart decided to let you in, although I tried to fight it many times. Your kindness, empathy and caring personality tore the doors to my soul open, only for you to waltz right in and make yourself at home. My mind is open to you, every secret I kept locked is now yours too. I only wish you let me share your heart, just like I am ready to share mine. It is you who holds the key to my heart now, your new forever home. Do you wish to enter?

Love,

(Y/N)

pov you are an oc artist with anxiety

Some tips on writing Latino OCs/characters

Avoid the stereotype of the sex-siren “fiesty” Latino tropes: This stereotype does more harm than good, as almost all classic TV representation for Latinos is shown as the big hypersexualized character. By boiling down a Latino character to simply their sexual appeal, it denies them of their cultural identification if they do not fit what non-Latinos imagine all of them look like. 

Not all Latinos speak Spanish: In fact, many Latinos do not speak Spanish that often or at all. Many times, non-bilingual/Spanish speaking individuals will write Latino characters “slipping” into speaking Spanish. This, obviously, does not happen in real life. If a Latino says something in Spanish then they meant to say it in Spanish. Here are some realistic reasons why a Latino character could say something in Spanish/Spanglish:

They are speaking to their grandparents or other people who only speak that language

For emphasis. I would sometimes speak to my partner in Spanish because I felt as though I could express myself better and more naturally (also ‘te amo’ feels more impactful than ‘I love you’, but that just may be a personal thing), but this did not occur often. 

They are short phrases that any non-Spanish speaker could pick up on. Hola, gracias, de nada, mucho mejor, qué onda, madre/parde, casa, por qué are all ones I use around my friends sometimes. Again, sometimes.

There are others I am sure, but please be careful when writing a Latino character speaking Spanish. As a Latino living in America, if I am be honest, unless speaking with other Spanish speaking individuals, I do not use the language all too often (just like any other language, weird how that happens). 

Do your research naming Latino characters: Please do not simply look up “Hispanic names” and choose the ones you like off of a list. If all your names look something like “Diego Rodriguez” then you are doing a bad job. Here are some tips: 

69% of South America is Catholic and 19% is Protestant. Using that information, you are bound to have a lot of religious names. All of my siblings are named after biblical figures. Some examples I see a lot are: Rebecca, Isaiah, Claudia, Gabriela, Marcus, Elizabeth etc.

In Latino culture, many times children take both their parents last names so their names would be hyphenated. For example: Father’s last name could be Perez-ABC and Mother’s could be Ramirez-XYZ so the child’s name would be Perez-Ramirez. 

This isn’t a hard and fast rule. If only one of the parents is Latino than most often they will simply do what most of Western culture does and take the father’s last name as the family name.

Represent many aspects of Latino culture: I far too often only see Mexican Latinos, which is great, but also there are many other countries/places to represent (Cuba, Colombia, Puerto Rico, Costa Rica, Peru, Chile, Honduras and more)

Latinos have a variety of hair colors and skin tones and body types, make them: Afro-Latino people exist, write them. White passing Latinos exist, write them (though if you are only ever writing Latinos with pale olive skin and eurocentric features, you’re doing it badly). Latino people with thick curly hair and bold features exist. Talk about it. Latinas are not just your vessel to write about “thicc” or curvy women. Petite Latinos and especially plus sized latinos need representation. Represent them. 

Latinos do not just eat ‘Mexican’ food: Stop associating all your characters with tacos and burritos. 

If you do have Latino characters don’t be afraid to make them queer or disabled or anything else under-represented. 

Avoid stereotypes altogether: The maid, the drug dealer, the sex symbol, the immigrant, we get it. That’s all we see in the media. Look up stereotypes, avoid them. It’s not “making a statement”, it’s racist, stop it. 

If you describe any Latino person as “spicy” or “exotic”………………… :) you know

Make sure the connection to their cultural background makes sense: Some Latinos have a strong connection to their country and culture, some do not. Make sure it makes sense for their family history, background, etc.

This is all I can sort of think of off the top of my head. Latino people, please feel free to add on with anything else (my experiences are a bit limited as a Puerto Rican living in America, so the more perspectives the merrier). White people and non-Latino POC’s can comment questions but please don’t clown (no “I am not latino but also…!)

Please reblog, this is important for non-Latino creators!