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Commission of Mirabel and Elena for @prophetic-hijinks! My commission info is here!
Elena Ruiz is a fancharacter from the comic series Prophetic Hijinks.
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Elena found it surprisingly easy to adjust to the house being alive. It wasn't unlike growing up in the convent. The house had a natural buzz, a certain agenda, and it responded to asks for help, falling children and excessive clutter; it was, in its own way, very like an order of nuns. It was one of the easiest things to understand.
What she found strange was the politicking of being Bruno Madrigal's fiancée, and all the parties and meetings and social-visits-that-weren't-really-social-visits. But Bruno didn't seem to pay much mind to that, and she happily took it as her cue to break the rules. Like now; the party was buzzing downstairs, a party just for her, and here she was sneaking away from it. It wasn't her first engagement party, but it was certainly her favourite; Carlos had insisted on no children the first time around, but today Elena could simply slip away and amuse herself singing songs for Cecilia and the little ones, leaving Alma to say whatever it was she needed to say to the other women. The emerald engagement ring on her finger, still new and unfamiliar, glowed in the dimness as she walked through the hallways, unsure what she was looking for. The house guided her along by fluttering the floor-tiles and twitching paintings in the direction it wanted her to go.
"Wherever you're taking me," she said, "I hope you're going to cover for me if I'm found out." The house didn't respond to that. Had it been too indirect? She wasn't quite sure what the rules were.
She reached a dead end, and found to her surprise that the skirting-board around her was coming undone, and arranging itself at the end of the hall; it formed a doorway leading into the night air, where a spiral staircase wound up and onto the roof.
Elena wondered if Bruno was waiting for her. Apparently this was supposed to be a women's night, but perhaps he'd snuck home early for her. She smiled to herself at the thought, and drew her shawl around her against the night air as she started to climb.
When she ascended to the top of the stairs, though, she instead found the figure of Bruno's niece Mirabel, curled up on the roof and staring at the stars. Had that been who Casita brought her here to see?
Glad she wasn't wearing her heels, she tiptoed along the top of the roof towards where Mirabel was sitting.
Mirabel didn't look up. It was clear from the smudging on her face that she'd been crying; Elena wondered if she was perhaps not the best person to approach her, new to Mirabel's everyday life as she was, but the part of her that remembered being an adolescent made her come closer. How many times had Elena hidden in a quiet spot like this as a teenager, feeling like the world had forsaken her?
Mirabel drew her knees up and hugged them as Elena perched next to her.
“Hey there,” said Elena softly, unsure if she should put an arm around Mirabel or not.
Mirabel rubbed her eyes, simply pushing her hands under her glasses instead of taking them off. “Sorry,” sniffled Mirabel, “I didn’t... want you to see me like this.”
Elena took that as her cue to redirect her eyes away from Mirabel and towards the stars. Elena had comforted a lot of teenagers, under a lot of circumstances - the convent had seen its share of tragedy and adolescence both - and she was encouraged by Mirabel’s body language and tone of voice. Mirabel, it seemed, wanted to talk. That was good; Elena wanted to listen.
“I’ve seen worse,” said Elena warmly, “You’re still a lot more interesting than the crowd downstairs.”
Mirabel snorted. Elena chanced a peek and saw that Mirabel was still hugging her knees, goosebumps on her exposed arms; a pang of maternal sympathy washed over Elena, and she took the shawl from around her shoulders and swept it over Mirabel’s shoulder, grateful the thing was so impractically big.
(If things with Carlos had been different, would she have a daughter about Mirabel’s age, now? Best not to dwell.)
“What’s on your mind?” asked Elena, watching Mirabel accept the shawl and pull it further around her arm, shuffling closer. A heart after her own. Elena would hide away by herself for hours, yet long desperately for someone to find her, to offer her a hug and a shoulder to cry on.
Mirabel stared despondently at her feet. “I don’t know,” said Mirabel, “A lot.”
“Like what?”
Mirabel seemed warmer, but didn’t stop hugging her knees. She didn’t reply.
Elena thought back over the last few letters Bruno had sent her. She’d been here so much since the proposal, there had been no point writing. Shame - if something had happened with Mirabel, he would certainly have mentioned it.
“It’s - “ Mirabel began, then sighed. “Abuela told me that at the wedding, she... I mean, she said it was mainly symbolic, but... She said she was going to make an announcement. About... about appointing a successor to be the head of the family, and... retiring.”
Ah.
“That’s a lot,” said Elena.
“It’s a lot,” said Mirabel gloomily. “Cause if she retires, that means...”
Elena knew exactly what that meant; it meant Mirabel became head of the Madrigal family, and the de-facto mayor of the town, before she even turned twenty. Bruno’s letters were full of details on this point. Mamá made Mirabel do the breakfast meeting today... Mamá and Mirabel went to a stakeholder’s meeting in town... Mirabel is studying business strategy and I’ve been helping her... Elena had known that Alma was planning on a gradual retirement someday, but evidently, that day was coming now.
“I mean, I’m not a kid,” said Mirabel, sighing. “I’m almost a grown woman! I have to quit wasting time and do something with my life someday... It’s not that I don’t want to take over...”
Mirabel seemed so young to Elena. Had Elena thought of herself as a grown woman, when she wasn't even nineteen?
“It’s just so fast!” Mirabel let go of her knees to make a gesture of frustration, her voice catching. Her eyes began to fill with tears. “Everything’s moving so fast. Abuela’s retiring, Isabela told me she’s thinking of moving out, the wedding, it’s happening so fast...”
Elena rubbed Mirabel’s back in comforting circles. Mirabel buried her face in her hands and stifled a single sob, hid there for a moment, then sighed, forcing herself to calm down. Elena wished she could take Mirabel in her arms and let her cry for as long as she needed to... Elena wished, now, that it was Bruno here and not her; she was sure Mirabel would have wanted her uncle, not her unfamiliar aunt-to-be.
“If you told me, when I was your age, that I had to start doing community management for a town this size,” said Elena, “I’d have felt so overwhelmed, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Abuela was only twenty-five when she founded the Encanto,” sniffed Mirabel, “And she had three kids. And she’s not even really retiring! She said so!”
Mirabel’s voice was full of frustration, but Elena recognised self-anger and self-loathing when she saw it; she could see Mirabel begging herself to pull it together, stop being dumb, even if she didn’t say it out loud.
“She said barely anything will change, it’s just setting things in motion... That I won’t be in charge until I’m ready... I’ve been training for this for years! It shouldn’t be a big deal!” Mirabel rubbed her face. “But I can’t deal with it! I just can’t! I won’t even have Tío Bruno - ”
Mirabel stopped herself and gulped. Elena paused too, seeing the look on Mirabel’s face change, a blush rising in her cheeks.
“...Because he’ll be married to me?” said Elena softly.
Mirabel’s voice trembled with restraint. “I really want Tío Bruno to marry you,” she said, “I don’t... I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who would make him happier... He was alone for so long, he deserves it so much... We all love you so much for him...”
Elena felt her heart melt a little at that, despite herself.
Mirabel blinked away tears. “I’m really sorry,” she whispered, “I just... Seeing the vision of you, with the twins... I feel so selfish. And so stupid. I really want him to marry you, I do, I want him to have kids, I want him to have that... But there’s this... this stupid part of me... That wishes...”
One of Elena’s private fears was that she would never be accepted by Bruno’s beloved sobrinos, the ones he wrote so much about, and that they would never forgive her for stealing him away. But of course Mirabel, who was so sweet and generous, would never resent her. Elena wished she did resent her. Instead, poor Mirabel was stuck on this roof, resenting herself.
“Wishes things could stay the same,” murmured Elena, and Mirabel choked back another sob, leaning towards Elena. This time, Elena did wrap her arms around Mirabel, unfamiliar or not, and held her closer.
Elena heard Mirabel stuttering out, through tears, “I - I’m sorry - ”
Mirabel was so young, and so much like a younger Elena, and so much like Bruno, too, bright and brilliant. The sound of her crying made Elena’s heart break. “Oh, honey, don’t be sorry... Shh, mija... Don’t be sorry. You’re okay.”
She held Mirabel like that for a while, rubbing her back, brushing her hair away from her face. Elena thought about Bruno’s letters, again. Bruno spent many of his days worrying about Mirabel; chasing after her through her adventures, keeping her out of trouble, helping her with some new big project or other, desperate to protect her from the worst of his mother’s influence, preserving what little of her childhood that remained. What must it be like for Mirabel, who had spent her adolescence under his wing, to lose him to a new family?
When Mirabel finally quieted down to silent tears, Elena said, softly, “Have I ever told you about Ramón?”
Mirabel shook her head. Elena kept her arm around Mirabel, kept rubbing circles into her back, as she stared up into the stars.
“The first time I ever sang in front of an audience, I was thirteen. He was a busker, down on the city thoroughfare. He played the guitar for me. It was the first time anybody played for me since my father died. I felt like myself for the first time in years.”
Mirabel mumbled, “Tío Bruno told me about the fire.”
Elena nodded, grateful to be spared that part of the story. “Ramón was amazing on the guitar. I hadn’t heard anything like it for so long, I finally felt like I was at home again. I asked him if I could come back, and he said to come the next week, and bring a guitar from the music room, and he’d teach me to play for myself.”
“And he did?” said Mirabel.
“Every week,” said Elena, “For years. We’d spend an hour practising music, then another hour performing together. Every time I came back, he had something new to show me. He’d grown up poor, but he’d gotten his hands on every book he could. I thought there was nothing he didn’t know. I used to live for those weekends, when he would teach me how to be a musician. And then... when I was seventeen, I finished my bachiller, I went to go see him. The weekend before I applied to go to Conservatory, to study music...”
Elena ran her hands over her fingers, where the guitar-callouses had once been. Carlos had hated them; insisted she switch to piano and moisturise them away.
“When I got there, he said, ‘Today, Elena, you don’t need to sing; I’ll play for you, just for you.’ He did his whole set, all the music he’d taught me over those years. And then, when he was done, he handed me a lock-box. It was money - half of the money we’d made together over those years, the money I’d helped him make so he could keep it... He’d been putting it away, all that time, to give it back to me at the end. And he said, ‘Elena, I have nothing left to teach you. This is the last thing I have to give you. Now, you’ll be the one playing the music’.”
“What did you say?” asked Mirabel.
“I said thank you,” said Elena, “And I kept it together all the way until I got home, and then I cried, all night, because I was never going to go back there and learn music from him, ever again. I was going to leave, I was going to study other people’s music somewhere else, and I would never be the kid singing for Ramón on the thoroughfare again. The best part of my life was over, the new part hadn’t begun yet, and I was stuck in the middle with nothing... I didn’t feel like I’d ever be happy like that again, even if I became as brilliant and famous as I dreamed.”
Carlos had hated Ramón. Ramón had a special talent for insulting Carlos, very subtly and very slightly, in ways that were practically indetectable. Elena had always told Carlos he was just being mischievous. Elena had only realised recently that, in fact, Ramón had always hated Carlos back.
“Do you still miss it?” said Mirabel.
“To tell you the truth,” said Elena, “Yes. Life got... very complicated... when I turned about twenty. There are lots of times I’ve wished I could go back to that thoroughfare...”
Elena took Mirabel’s hand, gratified to see that she had stopped crying.
“But I didn’t have to miss Ramón,” she said. “He was wrong. He said he had nothing left to give me. But I kept in touch with him. He walked me down the aisle towards a man he hated,” She gave a short laugh, “And then, when that man left me, he got in his wheelchair, wheeled over to my house, and got me drunk. To tell you the truth, Mirabel, I’m forty-one, and I still don’t feel like I’m grown-up enough to stop needing his help.”
Mirabel, even with her eyes puffy and her face wet, smiled. “You’re famous.”
“And, you know what? I still feel exactly the same as I did when I was thirteen. I feel like a kid playing around, with the grown-ups pretending the clap for me... Even with my face on record labels. I still talk to Ramón and feel like there’s nothing he doesn’t know.”
Mirabel rubbed her face again, still smiling. “The first time Tío Bruno played your music for me,” she said, “I was fifteen... He said you re-invented the genre, and they should name the National University’s music building after you.”
Elena paused. “Really?”
“He said you could hear the classical training,” said Mirabel.
Elena found herself a little knocked off her train of thought with this information. Had Bruno said that? He’d never said that to her.
“I’ll have to ask him for a full review later,” Elena said, chuckling, “The point is... You don’t have to feel ready for these changes. It’s normal to not feel ready to grow up, no matter what age you are.”
(Even if you’ve already been married, even if you’ve tried to have children before... Those were things Elena didn’t need to say.)
“And the world won’t change as much as it feels like it will,” she continued, “I promise Bruno will always be your tío, just as much as he is now. I don’t think he’d ever change so much that he wouldn’t drop everything to help you...” She smiled. “And I don’t think he could be a father without your help.”
Elena squeezed Mirabel’s hand.
“If it ever feels like too much,” said Elena, “I know he’ll be there. It’s just... I’ll be there too. I promise I’ll take care of things while you two are on your adventures.” She laughed. “I’ve heard all about them.”
“That’d be nice,” chuckled Mirabel.
“And if you ever need to just get away and be a kid again, you can always come to us. I promise we won’t saddle you with any more responsibility. You can come play rat theatre with us, and make Camilo do all the grown-up stuff, okay?”
Mirabel laughed. “Rat theatre? Not you too?”
“Well, I think Bruno’s tastes are a little corny,” admitted Elena, “I was planning on introducing some diversity. Rat musicals... rat opera... Rat improv? His plot twists get so convoluted.”
Mirabel laughed again, properly this time, and Elena smiled at her. Downstairs, where the party lights were still going, someone put on a record - no Agustín to play the piano tonight.
“We should probably get back,” said Mirabel, “Abuela might wonder...”
“We can stay here for a little longer,” said Elena, smiling, “I’ll just tell her you wanted to talk to me about... Oh, I don’t know... economics? Something modern like that?”
“Economics,” laughed Mirabel. “Yeah. Okay. Maybe for five minutes...”
They both sat next to each other, staring up at the stars.
“They say that the Germans were researching how to send rockets to space,” Elena told Mirabel, “And that perhaps someday they’ll land on the moon, and build things there.”
“Do you think they will?”
“I don’t know,” said Elena, “Who knows what the future holds?”
They were silent for a moment.
“Bruno does,” said Mirabel, and Elena laughed.
“Yes, I suppose he does. I could ask him... But perhaps that would ruin the surprise... Oh, look!”
Elena pointed to where a streak of light was moving across the sky, or so it seemed for a moment; Mirabel craned her neck, looking around eagerly, but the sky seemed still again now.
“A shooting star?” said Mirabel.
“Maybe!” said Elena. “Or maybe a rocket launch, who knows? I don’t know anything about stars. You can barely see them, back home.”
For the first time, Mirabel was the one to take Elena’s hand, and squeeze it in her own.
“This is your home,” Mirabel said, “Or at least it will be soon.”
She grinned. Elena saw, in that grin, the promising young leader that Bruno spoke so highly of; she felt a flush of pride that they’d had this conversation, now, something between the two of them that Bruno hadn’t been a part of. That Mirabel wasn’t just Bruno’s niece but hers, too, someday soon...
“Is something wrong?” asked Mirabel, and Elena realised she’d gone quiet.
“No, not at all. I was just thinking...” Elena smiled. “On our first date, Bruno spent so long just talking about you and your adventures...”
“Really?”
...And I think I fell in love with him then, because it was clear he was so full of love, and his face lit up with joy and pride and he wasn’t embarrassed, not a bit, to show how much he admired this little girl; his heart was so huge, and he was so sweet, and I hadn’t thought there were men in the world who could be so gentle... “And it’s strange,” said Elena, “How much things have changed since that day, and here you are in front of me. Mirabel, if you don’t mind me saying this, I can’t wait to be your tía.”
Mirabel smiled. She looked very like Julieta when she smiled. She looked very like Bruno when she smiled.
“I can’t wait either,” she said.
They would go back to the party soon; but they lingered for a moment there, staring at the stars, as the music played on in the distance.
#encanto#art commission#prophetic hijinks#elena ruiz#elena is so nice to write.... i would love to live in her brain like an apartment#the story of prophetic hijinks begins tidily just as mirabel gets too old for the EncantoTV universe i'm very tickled by it#is elena ruiz canon in encantoTV? well she's not NOT canon. if she was she'd cameo in giftshop lol
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It took forever...
BUT I finally finished this. 💚 I hope you like it, @prophetic-hijinks !
#digital art#bruno madrigal#fanart#dtiyhijinks#encanto dtiys#medibangpaint#medibang art#encanto fanart#prophetic hijinks
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The other day @prophetic-hijinks and I were talking about our timelines for what happens after the movie, and whether or not they could match. as it stands, only incompatibility is that I established that the Gifts don't work outside of the Encanto
which was easily the most inconvenient worldbuilding decision I have made. like at the time I needed to endanger the Madrigals and it was a convenient reference to Isabela Goes into the Woods, but since then it's been kicking my ass every time I think about subsequent plots. also I think if you enjoy multiple pieces of fanfiction you SHOULD be able to smash them together into one mega universe, and the barrier as I outlined it is not very collab friendly!!!
which is why I hit upon: the boundary expands further the wider the Madrigals' worldview becomes
I previously wrote that the barrier lies shortly before the river at which Pedro lost his life - a place that forms a very long-existing divde between the Encanto and the world beyond. It also cuts out at the summit of one of the Encanto's mountains, at a place that Mirabel specifically notes is not on their local map.
The more places become 'normal' to the family, the wider the range of their magic.
It also ties in handily to the fact that the Madrigals lose their magic specifically as their home falls apart, and lack it for the period of time that they're rebuilding.
I like to think in later years and later generations, once the family become accustomed to the idea of going anywhere and having the world open to them, perhaps the barrier dissolves altogether, or expands to span entire counties!
As a Filipino with a very large family scattered all over the world, I like the idea that you're a little bit at home anywhere you've got family. (:
#encanto#encanto headcanon#wish I had a better tag for that like 'meta' but it is what it is anyway read Prophetic Hijinks#it's very charming and imo the art style is way better than the Macondian Giftshop (who even made that one anyway)
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Drew @prophetic-hijinks OC Elena as a quick sketch since I love her and Bruno! Plus, she's just so pretty!
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✨️Art credit for the above collection goes to @unskilled-dabbler (top left), @egofan4evr (top middle), @prophetic-hijinks (top right as well as art at the end of this post), papayawhipped (bottom left), and @overly-dramatic-artist (bottom right)✨️
A big shoutout to @encanto-extended-edition and their awesome OC event for the Encanto fandom. It's week one which means I get to introduce my OC. I'm happy to info dump about my girl, Nayelli Ramos!
Nayelli started out as a self-insert for my Reader x Bruno fanficiton Antisocial but has since evolved into so much more 😍
Name/Nickname: Nayelli "Yelli" Milagros Ramos
Date of Birth: January 31st, 1919
Height: 5"2
Personality: Nayelli is very calm and quiet but not shy by any means; just prefers not to be the center of attention. She can be blunt but this comes from a place of wanting to be honest. She is very kind, and will usually root for the underdog. She will be quiet in a crowd but in her element or with small groups of people she is comfortable around, my girl can be quite goofy. This girl reads books as a means of self-care and loves storytelling.
Here is my novel compiling her backstory.
Thank you for coming to my tedtalk 💚🥰
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You have some amazing art moots it seems but is there a rec list in the masterlist somewhere I missed? thank you
Shame on me! You are absolutely right! Let me go ahead and drop that here if that's okay.
These are Encanto artists that are the most active still but that doesn't mean that's all they do 💕 Some fall under both categories so I just picked one. I know for sure I've missed tons but my brain is giving an error 404 message so please feel free to add any.
Encanto artists
@glitternightingale @acewithapaintbrush @sionnaach @sketchnwhatevr @shishiminty @breannaaiedail @junosaccount @sumthincool @waitingonavision @mmollymercury @julietashealing-child @greenvillainredemption @itscosmicnerd @overly-dramatic-artist @naensut @01-reihanehdraw @missilestorm1 @aeoneri @unskilled-dabbler @neon-green-eyes
Encanto OC artists
@daliceus @artsynellyyy @cheesy-cryptid @lethalamigos @my-gunpowder @encantoartdump @prophetic-hijinks @azucareraart @becstuffs @glendybluebird @lvnamuraart Hammie Seb Rome Sui
Artists that offer commissions/ones I've also personally worked with
@killjo-kyuu @uglyrosecloth @jasminedragonart @loeysos @starfangssecrets @pepa-brainrot @ramwdraws
There are tons of great OC artists over on IG, too many to manually list, so if you are interested I suggest hopping over to this collab post and following the tags in it.
#encanto artists#encanto oc#encanto artist tag list#encanto fan art#encanto fancomic#encanto fanart#encanto#i love you guys#sorry if i missed someone
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S.P.L.A.T. Server Summer Secret Santa 2022
At the beginning of July, some of the amazing, creative people that make up the @splat-precipice group proposed a summertime secret santa event, centered around Encanto and its characters; ones that are canon, as well as our beloved original characters that we've crafted, from the well of shared inspiration (read: complete and utter brainrot) that is this movie.
Names were anonymously drawn in pairs, handed out, and, after a month, we all reconvened to share our gifts with one another. Writers wrote, artists arted, and some people even did both, or surprised us with another medium entirely!!!
Below you'll find the full collection of these gifts from 16 participants. It's a huge amassing of everyone's talent, and was amazingly fun to be a part of!!! I hope everyone who took part enjoyed, and will look forward to more in the future!!!
(P.S. If you don't recognize some of the characters in these works, you can find out more about them by checking out the pinned post on the @splat-precipice tumblr page, where there's a link to an OC master list for the group!!)
Written Works
Scavenger Hunt
by @rinnysega for @rosellacwrites
King of Moving Too Fast
by @xclearskiesx for @cheetee
Lulo and Diego’s Best Day Ever
by @rosellacwrites for @redcookies-bestcookies
Big Smile, Esteban
by @lunamadrigal for @sionnaach
In the Dark
by @dancingmantis for @prophetic-hijinks
For Otsanda
by @thebiggestnope for @otsanda
The Light of a Frozen Sun
by @impalr for @yellowbellywriting
The Ceremony
by @cheetee for @lunamadrigal
St. Joseph’s Day
by @otsanda for @sketchnwhatevr
For Seanettlles
by @yellowbellywriting for @seanettlles
Rinny’s Secret Santa
by @missilestorm1 for @rinnysega
Artwork
**PLEASE NOTE: there is a TW for the very last piece, which is the 8th image, for depictions of emaciation and isolation.
Milena and Pepa, from Gray Skies Are Gonna Clear Up
by @redcookies-bestcookies for @xclearskiesx
Mirabel and Bruno, from Tremors
by @sionnaach for @missilestorm1
Adriana
by @sketchnwhatevr for @thebiggestnope
Roto and Bruno
by @missilestorm1 for @rinnysega
Esteban
by @lunamadrigal for @sionnaach
Diego | Family Photo
by @cheetee for @lunamadrigal
Viviana
by @seanettlles for @dancingmantis
TW: depictions of emaciation and isolation
Bruno, from The Fortress
by @prophetic-hijinks for @impalr
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Tumblr peeps I’m grateful for:
So I’ve been tagged a couple of times in these yo these gratitude posts, and I would very much like to contribute. 
(I just came to my attention that a lot of these will be Encanto related, so just keep that in mind)
@immabethehero basically for being my biggest fan! It was you who helped me join that awesome discord where I’m able to interact with a whole bunch of other Encantados (that’s what I’m calling the fan base), so thank you for finding me a home.
@silvercdeer and @papermachette for introducing me to a more adult side of Encanto, and not making me feel weird about it. Normally, these types of story ideas and fan arts always made me feel awkward because it was based on a franchise that’s meant for a younger audience, but your introductions to Jose and Chepe proved that dramatic inspiration can come from anywhere. Also, silverdeer did an amazing job on my OC Sombrerón, which further inspires me to write that story! 
@sketchnwhatevr for being just an awesome storyboard artist. Your Encanto fan art is so uplifting and expressional that it brings a smile to my face. Every time I see your posts. I loved writing that gift fanfic for you and I hope you continue to inspire me.
@naoko-world for being a fellow Encanto fan and tagging me in the first place! You’re so sweet to talk to on Discord.
@prophetic-hijinks I will never forget when I first saw your comic on Tumblr. I instantly loved your style, and I loved your original character, Elena Ruiz. Also, I’m so glad that you continue to keep in touch with me and let me ask you questions. Your characters continue to inspire me, and I hope that my writing will continue to inspire you. 
@cheetee you have such a great imagination! Your gift shop story has really got me on edge and I can’t wait to see more of it. You also introduced me to “100 years of solitude“ which is not the easiest read, but I’m glad I’m sticking with it.
@thebiggestnope for help me get in touch with my “smutty side”. You’re like a sex therapist, I love it!
@giulscomix For inspiring me with such WONDERFUL content! I love your “Welcome Home, Tío” series and you might be the very first person I ever did gift fics for in my own time. I promise I will finish the others (as soon as I can get my Camilo one done)
@blairaptor I can’t tell you how grateful I am we were paired for the BBE. Your artwork matched my fic so well and I appreciate how you took the time to listen to my suggestions. I can’t wait for the rest of the Encantados to see our collaboration.
@swanpit You gave me Padre Vicente and vampire Bruno. Sorry; SCRUNKY vampire Bruno. Thank you!
 I promise I will update this post with more people I can think of, but I wanted to make sure these above get mentioned. Love you all!
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There was something so damn soft and sweet about the first Chapter of “Rumble thy Bellyful” by @cheetee had to draw it.
#bruno magridal#dolores madrigal#isabela madrigal#encanto#fanart#encanto fanart#rumble thy bellyful#prophetic hijinks art#prophetic hijinks fanart
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Smell of Smoke - An Elena and Ozzy Drabble
In all her years performing in barrooms and nightclubs, Elena Ruiz never did get used to the smell of cigars. Some of her favorite garments were ruined in her eyes when she was unable to get the stench out of them. The stench from gentlemen who somehow made it past Hugo to talk to her backstage, the air around them thick in burnt smoke and chauvinism.
One night in particular, Elena found herself in her dressing room, already in pre-mourning over one of her favorite gowns. She sat in her undergarments at her vanity and stared at it as it hung and glistened from the lightbulbs along the mirror. Carlos would be there tonight, and at the last minute he invited several of his friends who were notorious for their chain smoking. Another beautiful gown gone to rest too soon…
A soft knock didn’t even so much turn her head when her door opened and an unfamiliar voice stuttered out, “Oh, my apologies, señorita.”
Elena looked over to see a gentleman she hadn’t seen before, which was odd considering she must have seen almost every man in the country and perhaps a few in west Venezuela. He was a baby-faced man older than her, with a beautiful complexion of dark skin without blemishes or wrinkles or any other signs of sinful vices of drinking or fighting. If Elena didn’t know better by the modest way he dressed, she would mistake him for a man her age.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, to make sure she got the message. “I was looking for the restrooms.”
“They’re down the next hall over.” Elena stood up and noticed something quite different about him. He wasn’t staring her up and down. He wasn’t trying to force himself into her dressing room. If anything he gave a simple, shy wave of apology again before attempting to close the door and leave.
“Oh, wait a moment,” she said to him.
The man stopped as she came closer and opened the door a little further to talk to him. “You’re here a little early for the show. If you have good seats up front, I’d love to know your name if I see you on stage.”
Those baby cheeks lifted in another shy smile as he replied, “Oswaldo, but I go by Ozzy.”
“Elena Ruiz.” She held her hand to his to shake. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”
“Sounds about right. My partner brought me out to help carry his things. He’s got a meeting to go over his art portfolio to make some posters for the nightclub. If you’re the only Elena Ruiz here, you may be the subject of one of them.”
Oh, so that’s why Carlos had friends with him...He must have gotten word about this and wanted to boast. Once again, Elena oh so loved being kept in the dark when it came to anything relating to her.
“Sounds exciting.” She gave him a genuine smile despite her annoyances toward Carlos - and hell, even Hugo now if he knew about this. “I’ve never posed for an artist's poster before.”
“Well my Nairo is the best!” Ozzy exclaimed. “He’ll make you feel right at home and make sure you have everything you need to be comfortable. He’s quite the professional.”
“He must be a sweet guy to have a gentleman such as yourself as his partner.”
Ozzy didn’t react much to her words except to give a soft shrug and change the subject. “We’ll be sitting front row center. Nairo may be sketching while you sing, but I’ll be watching.”
“And I’ll be singing,” she joked.
They both shared a small chuckle and Ozzy then excused himself to go search for the restroom.
When Elena shut the door, she sat back down at her vanity and took a breath to start her pre-show routines.
Look on the bright side, she told herself. If you have to say goodbye to such a beautiful gown, at least it’ll be immortalized in art forever...
Gift for @prophetic-hijinks and @thebiggestnope
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I decided to repost the last two pages with this batch; I realised they read better put together. These lyrics are from the nursery rhyme Debajo un botón. Thanks to @redcookies-bestcookies for help the song and Spanish here.
@prophetic-hijinks also drew a wonderful piece of art inspired by this update!
The story is approximately three-quarters complete.
The Macondian Giftshop, Part 18+19 / Transcript
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#encanto#tmg#the macondian giftshop#tw: fire#tw: arson#tw: violence#tw: hypnosis#tw: mind control#tmg comic
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the most unpopular and niche au but a so weird au where eddie’s a musician on tour with his band and his kids just getting back into his art after the mysterious death of his partner. one kid is into the paranormal and they keep having Mysterious Hijinks. eddie makes prophetic/knowing music without realizing that’s what it is. his partner was actually imprisoned in hell all these years but disney wouldn’t let them do that plotline so.
#wishlist / ooc.#if yall have disney+ or Means of acquiring things i recommend watching it it's like the DARKEST DISNEY CHANNEL SHOW EVER MADE#there's also some eps on yt from bootlegs and vhses
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Will you be continuing The Fortress story? I really liked it and it’s very well written. I’d like to see how the story plays out and what happens to Bruno and if he reconnects with his sisters or grows close to his nieces and nephews. It’s alright if you’ve lost interest in it though. Happens to a ton of writers. Thank you for your time.
how kind, thank you
I will be continuing it - the vast majority of the next chapter has been written for months, but the brain worms have been mercilessly eating the rest. I haven't lost interest, though, so there is more to come.
I've also got some stunning art by @prophetic-hijinks to add, but have been holding off so it can claim the half-way mark after this next update. I will apologise for depriving any remaining readers of this art for so long - it is unreal.
anyway soon! pinkie promise
#people care about my silly little story??#i am very sorry my brain and i have not been on good terms#but more will come. the worms shall be Singed#rapunzel!bruno au
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I was tagged by @kaezer!
So, I'm apparently supposed to tag 9 people that I want to know better?
3 Ships: It'd be easier to ask me what I don't ship, honestly. Let's see... DekuRaka, Anger Management (Jazz Fenton x Jason Todd), & SessKag.
1st Ever Ship: Good God, that was a long ass time ago! It was either Pokeshipping (WE WILL NEVER DIE!!), Amethyst Ocean (Danny & Sam from Danny Phantom), or Golisa (Goliath & Elisa from Gargoyles).
Last Song: I think it was "Baby, It's Cold Outside" by Idina Menzel & Micheal Buble?
Last Movie: Scrooge: A Christmas Carol per recommendation.
Currently Reading: Heavens, SEVERAL DPxDC crossovers. Particularly with Anger Management.
Currently Watching: My Hero Academia & want to rewatch Danny Phantom, Gargoyles, Teen Titans, & Static Shock when I get back around to it. My mom & I tend to binge watch shows together & right now, we're waiting for the next seasons of Manifest, the Blacklist, & several others that I can't think of off the top of my head. I'm currently watching Ms. Scarlet and the Duke right this instant with her too & I've been thinking about watching Wednesday with her as well. I also wanna watch The Santa Clauses, but I refuse to give Disney any more money than I can help it until after they've stopped trying to groom kids & begin to make movies without the agenda, so I'm waiting for someone to react to it on YouTube so I can watch it that way.
Currently Consuming: Nothing right now, but I'm about currently myself a cheese, chicken, & mayo melt & I did recently finish a Caramel Brulee Late from Starbucks.
Currently Craving: Itching to make more art, but I had been doing so not too long ago & I need to take a break.
I tag:
@gale-gentlepenguin
@dannyphantom-justiceleauge
@dp-marvel94
@prophetic-hijinks
@wrightfamilyagency
@amethystocean-adr
@krossan
@zoe-oneesama
@nobodyfamousposts
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So what you're saying is--- Clingy-iego 👁🫦👁
Lovingly clingy like a spider monkey that ya wanna keep around ya even if it's 1000 degrees out. Try and pry him off with a spatula, I dare ya. And Auri being left with a Diego shaped sunburn is 🤌 We have @prophetic-hijinks to thank for that hilarious visual
art credit jasminedragonart
#a diego shaped sunburn yes#i could use one of his cuddles ngl#encanto summer au#encanto oc#aureliano au#encanto art#encanto ocs#luna asks!
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