#I bet encanto

[favoriteanimatedtheatricalfilm]

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*From 2020-2022, as Wish (2023) hasn’t come out yet as of posting this poll. A different poll pitting Wish and Elemental (2023) against each other will release the first week of January. That winner will then be pitted against this poll’s winner, as a new potential 2020s winner.

If a new movie for the 2020s wins, I will then hold a new decades poll, pitting the winners from each decade against each other once again.

2023’s decade poll (aka, the Finale) is coming out next week, after this poll ends and I know the result to put in for 2020s.

[jacarandaaaas]

in the mood to share a sad hc ! whilst we see antonio is happy at his ceremony I’ve noticed that antonio seems a little bit down in this scene despite dancing.

Why? well I hc that in the nursery mirabel and antonio would talk a lot about what they would do for antonios party! maybe they even practiced their dancing? so I feel like antonio would have wanted to do the dance they had practiced together for his party! except when it times for the music and dancing to start he looks around and his best friend is nowhere to be seen and he doesn’t see her for the rest of the night. So he never got to dance with her :(

[bigbeanbear]

Stephanie wanted to see fistfights (lol) between her characters if there were to be a crossover. @ TwinCitiesCon

[madrigaljail]

Oh hey Jared answered my question. Sort of.

[empty-cryptid]

Bruno, stumbling to the breakfast table, disheveled and clearly sleep deprived: *counts family members* Huh... *counts family members again*

Family: *watches him with mild confusion*

Alma: We are all here, Bruno. Sit down and have some breakfast.

Bruno: Oh. That one isn't here yet.

Family: *realization and questions ensue*

Bruno: Spoilers. Not telling. *sips coffee*

[achievementhaunterss]

disney world is getting a villains land 😭😭😭

[brascu]

If I was able to draw this, I'd like a family portrait of Diego, Lila and their kids. But like, with Stan there too.

The other two kids would be slightly darker or lighter than their parents, and as the picture is taken, Lila turns to Diego and throws a "and who'd have thought Stan would still be the one who looks like you the most?"

And, yeah, as the kids grow up their new friends all think Lila and Diego got married and brought their own kids to live with them, being the little ones Lila's and Stan, Diego's.

When they correct people, it's to say all of them are both of theirs.

Stan finally gets a family.

[demoisellebeauty]

what am i, a duck?

"Of course not. You're a girl, like me. And girls as I understand it, sometimes go swimming." To make a point, she splashed some water up at Louisa with a giggle. "You don't have to join me if you don't want to, but I didn't have any friends to do this with while I was growing up."

[myownwholewildworld]

pretty nails — a javier peña oneshot

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: javi pays for your manicure 😏 a/n: look, we all know pedro is obsessed with nails, but so is javier fucking peña. so there's that, that's the whole plot lmao i just needed to flush this idea out of my system so i could live my life in peace. comments and reblogs appreciated. enjoy! x warnings: 18+, mdni. handjob. oral (m! receiving). implied face-sitting/oral (f! receiving). no use of y/n. no description of reader. w/c: 964 (a small drabble to get us in the xmas spirit) divider by @\saradika-graphics

“Show ‘em to me again, encanto (dear),” Javi’s voice was charged with huskiness, rumbling in his chest thickly.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at him. This man was a menace to all your senses, but you had absolutely no complaints.

Javier had insisted on accompanying you to the manicure appointment. He sat with you the whole time, helping you decide the theme and the design. You both agreed that a Christmas set was most fitting with the holiday season fast approaching — a base of red with touches of white and an obscene number of charms decorated your coffin nails. Javi had really gone wild with the choices, way more excited than you were.

And this was why. As much as it was his gift to you, it was also to himself.

You curled your fingers around his hard erection, your pretty nails sparkling under the dimmed light of his bedroom. The velvety skin underneath your touch was burning with desire, and so were you.

Your left hand sprawled across his lower tummy, showing him the art on your nails as your thumb stroked his happy trail. Your digits lazily worked his throbbing shaft, the head glistening with precum although you had only barely started. A white pearl topped his glans, inviting and seducing.

“Encanto, se ven tan bonitas alrededor de mi polla, (they look so beautiful around my cock),” Javi rasped, his dick pulsing on your hand.

Tittering again, you gave him a shy nod.

“Bet they do, you’ve got good taste,” you agreed, pumping him slowly.

Leaning down, your tongue darted out quickly and licked the precum off his cockhead, eager to swallow him whole. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick, you glanced up at him for permission.

He tutted at you.

“Not yet, cariño (darling). Put ‘em to work a bit more for me, please,” his low tone bubbled up his throat with need.

You obliged, your left hand joining your right around his cock. You jerked him off unhurriedly, petting the swollen balls underneath with your plump lips from time to time. His hips bucked up into the warmth of your tight fist, his heartbeat pulsing through the thick vein on the underside of his dick.

Javi groaned, lustful chocolate eyes looking down at your nails. His lips curled into a wicked smile and his thumb drew an invisible line under your chin.

“Are you salivating already, hm?”

You shook your head yes, doe-eyed and plush lips pressed into a fine line.

“Go ahead then, encanto,” he spurred you on.

With no time to waste, almost drooling now, you lapped the underside of his throbbing cock, then sealed your mouth around the plumpness of his tip, suckling on him. You moaned around his thudding girth, hollowing your cheeks to push your head further down his length, until his coarse hairs were tickling the tip of your nose.

Javi groaned like a mad man, revelling in the wet warmth of your mouth. His hand caressed the back of your head, enticing but not forcing. You bobbed on his lap, his dick sinking further down your throat — your mouth was full of him, precum and spit gathering on the corners, overflowing.

His musky, woody scent drove you wild, and you could only swallow him, gently squeezing his balls with your fingers, rubbing them delicately the way you knew he loved.

Your clit was now twitching, begging to be paid attention in your slick seam. In an attempt to soothe the ever-growing need between your thighs, one of your hands moved away from Javi’s testicles to slither it down between your body and the bedsheets. But the moment you did, Javi’s thick fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Nuh-uh, encanto. You’re gonna hurt her with those pretty nails. Sigue chupando y te daré tu recompensa (keep on sucking and I’ll reward you),” he promised, almost choking on his own words.

That was everything you needed to unleash. Sloppily, you devoured his cock — licking, lapping, suckling, tapping it on your tongue whenever you needed a breather. Every time you went down, Javi met you mid-way with a gentle thrust, grunting between gritted teeth and a painfully clenched jaw. One hand stroked the base of his cock, the other cradled his full, aching balls.

Then he finally dissolved in your mouth, ropes of thick white filling you up as you suckled on his flushed, angry tip. You kept on draining him, milking him dry, until he had no more cum to feed you. Then you gulped down all of it.

Unsealing your lips, you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes exaggeratedly, almost innocently. Javi moaned at the sight, swiping the trickle of cum on the corner of your mouth to feed it back to you. You sucked his thumb clean, the pad pressing down on your tongue.

“Gonna need to have your nails done at all times for me, babe,” he husked. “And I’ll need to go with you every single time, make sure you aren’t holding back on anything. I don’t care how much they cost.”

You climbed up his body to trap his mouth with yours. Javi’s hands fell on either side of your hips, grabbing the flesh eagerly as you humped his hairy upper thigh, looking for relief.

You whimpered, frustrated. You were drenched, leaking on his thigh, your clit crying for attention now.

“Whatever you want, Javi, pero me prometiste… (but you promised me…),” you trailed off, biting down your bottom lip as you kept on rubbing against his skin.

Javi chuckled, grazing your chin with his bare teeth as he sank further down the bed until he was completely horizontal under you.

“Lo prometido es deuda (a promise is a promise), encanto. Come sit on my face.”

[dee-writes-anime]

Cute fluffy Dabi story alert!! Your gonna love it 🥰

Dabi with a female chubby civilian girlfriend who he’s all lovey-dovey for, but one day he told her about he’s a villain? (After he ran into Mr. Compress and Toga on his way home) but she laughed and told him that she knew all along and that she loves him. And then Dabi introduced her as his fiancé to the league, she also explained that her quirk is a healing based but the healing part comes from the food she makes (like Julieta from Encanto)

Just Good Enough For You

FEATURING Touya 'Dabi' Todoroki x Reader

SUMMARY No matter who you are, you are just good enough for me.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, LOV crack, Dabi (ifykykyk), mentions of villiany and murder and stuff :)

AUTHORS NOTE stopppp cause this was the cutest, most wholesome request everrrr!!! Thank you so much for sharing this lovely thought with me, I really hope you enjoy how I brought it to life! <3 P.S. I promise the Toge fic is coming, college is eating me alive RAHH

Dabi had never been the type to hesitate. He’d burned bridges, enemies, and even his own emotions without so much as a second thought. But tonight, standing just outside your shared apartment, his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, he was hesitating.

He wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

A villain. A murderer. That’s who he was. And yet, somehow, you’d always looked at him like he was so much more. Like you saw past the charred skin and the cold eyes, straight into whatever piece of humanity he had left. And it scared the hell out of him.

He could still hear Mr. Compress’s voice ringing in his ears from earlier that day.

“So, when are you going to tell your girlfriend who you really are? She’s bound to figure it out sooner or later.”

Toga had chimed in too, her high-pitched giggles grating on his nerves. “Oh, I bet she’d love to see your flames up close! You should show her! I mean, doesn’t she already wonder where you go when you disappear for days?”

He’d brushed them off, made some snide comment about minding their own business, but the truth was, they’d struck a nerve. Deep down, Dabi knew it was only a matter of time before you found out, and he hated the thought of you hating him when that moment came.

With a sigh, he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. The smell of something savory cooking wafted through the air, and despite his anxiety, he couldn’t help but smile faintly. You always seemed to know when he needed comfort. Food had a way of soothing him in ways words couldn’t, and you, with your quirk and your gentle soul, were the only person he’d ever trusted to get close enough to touch his heart.

“Hey, lover,” your voice called from the kitchen, light and warm, like always. “You’re home late. Hungry?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you move around the stove. You were wearing that oversized sweater he loved, the one that made you look extra cozy and cute. He’d teased you about it once, calling you a “walking marshmallow,” but secretly, he adored how soft and chubby you looked in it.

“Babe?” you called out again, glancing over your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

His silence must’ve tipped you off because the smile you wore faltered slightly. Turning off the burner, you wiped your hands on a towel before crossing the room to him. The concern in your eyes only made the lump in his throat worse.

“Touya… what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your hands reaching out to grasp his scarred fingers.

He flinched slightly at the use of his real name. You always reserved that for the moments when you wanted to break down his walls. And damn it, if you weren’t good at it.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally muttered, his voice rougher than usual. His hand squeezed yours tighter, as though preparing himself for the worst. “Something you probably won’t like.”

The worry on your face deepened, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped closer, your thumb brushing over his scarred knuckles in that soothing way you always did when he was tense. “Whatever it is, just tell me. You know I’m here for you.”

He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise uncomfortably in his chest. Why was this so damn hard?

“I’m not who you think I am,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. His eyes dropped to the floor, unwilling to meet your gaze. “I mean, you know my real name, but you don’t know what I’ve done… who I’ve become.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to explain. He’d never been one for long-winded speeches, so he forced himself to just rip off the band-aid.

“I’m Dabi,” he said in a low voice. “The villain. You’ve seen me on the news, you know the stuff I’ve done. I’ve killed people. Burned them alive.” His jaw clenched, his entire body stiff with guilt and fear. “And if you’re smart, you’ll walk away. Right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening. He expected you to recoil in horror, to pull your hand away from his like his very touch would burn you. Maybe you’d cry, or worse—maybe you’d just look at him with that quiet disappointment that always cut deeper than any insult.

But you did none of those things.

Instead, you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face like you’d just heard the punchline of a joke. “Touya, seriously? Is that what you’ve been so worked up about?”

He frowned, clearly thrown off by your reaction. “What?”

“Babe,” you said with a soft laugh, stepping even closer to him, “I already knew.”

Now it was his turn to blink in confusion. “You… knew?”

“Of course I knew.” You grinned, tapping his chest lightly. “I’m not stupid, you know. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. You smell like smoke, you disappear for days, and your scars… I put two and two together pretty quickly.”

His mouth opened, then closed, as he processed your words. “You… knew?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, I knew, and I didn’t care. I still don’t care.” You cupped his face gently, your fingers brushing the rough, scarred skin that covered his jaw. “I fell in love with you, Touya. The man who comes home tired but still lets me cuddle him, the man who watches stupid shows with me even though he pretends he hates them, the man who makes me feel safe no matter what.”

Dabi was silent, his throat tight as your words washed over him. He had prepared himself for anger, rejection—hell, maybe even fear—but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. For you.

“How can you love someone like me?” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I’m a monster.”

You shook your head, your eyes softening. “No, you’re not. You’re just… hurt. And yeah, you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Your lips curled into a small smile. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re not as cold as you think.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. For the first time in years, he felt something warm spread through his chest, something that wasn’t the familiar burn of rage or vengeance. It was something else. Something softer.

“God, you’re too good for me,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

You grinned, tugging him closer until your foreheads were almost touching. “I'm just good enough for you, lover, and lucky for you, I’m sticking around either way.”

His lips twitched into a small, rare smile. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “Completely insane.”

“And you’re stuck with me now,” you teased, your voice muffled by his chest.

For a long moment, you stood like that—holding each other in the quiet comfort of the small apartment. Dabi’s heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was from something else. Something that made him want to protect you even more fiercely than before.

“You know what?” he murmured after a long silence. “I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”

A few days had passed since Dabi’s revelation, and despite the whirlwind of emotions that had followed, things between you and him hadn’t really changed. You still made his favorite meals, still teased him when he sulked around the apartment, and he still pretended to hate your random affection while secretly basking in it. But there was something else now—a quiet understanding that ran deeper than it had before. You knew who he was, what he had done, and you loved him anyway. And he, in his own rough-edged way, was learning how to accept that love.

Still, there was one thing he hadn’t prepared for yet—introducing you to the League of Villains.

The thought had been gnawing at him ever since that night. You had joked about being stuck with him, and in a way, you were. But to be truly part of his world, you had to meet the people he spent his days (and often his nights) with—the people who lived in the same shadows he did.

So, that evening, as you finished plating dinner, Dabi casually dropped the bomb.

“By the way,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, “you’re coming with me tomorrow.”

You glanced up from the dish you were preparing, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Where are we going?”

“To meet the League.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words, and then you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face. “The League? You mean, your League? The League of Villains?”

“Yeah, them,” he muttered, clearly not as thrilled about the prospect. His fingers drummed on the countertop, betraying his anxiety despite his nonchalant tone. “They’ve been pestering me about you for a while, so I figure it’s time they meet you.”

Your smile widened as you set the dish down, turning to face him fully. “You want to introduce me to your friends? Does this mean I’m officially your girlfriend or something?” you teased, though there was a hint of genuine excitement in your voice.

Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve always been my girlfriend. This just makes it… official, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “But don’t get too excited. They’re not exactly what you’d call ‘nice.’”

You chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I think I can handle it,” you said softly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “Besides, if they’re important to you, then I want to meet them.”

Dabi’s gaze softened, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt too big for his chest. “You’re too good for this world, you know that?”

You shrugged playfully, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I’m just good enough for you.”

The next evening, Dabi led you through the dimly lit streets of the city, the familiar scent of smoke and charred wood lingering in the air around him. He didn’t say much as you walked, though his hand never left yours, his fingers intertwined with yours in a grip that was both possessive and protective.

As you neared the League’s hideout, an abandoned bar tucked away in a forgotten part of the city, he paused, turning to face you with a serious expression. “Last chance to back out,” he said, his voice low. “Once you meet them, there’s no going back. They’re… different.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not scared, Touya. I want to do this.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening as he led you inside.

The bar was just as you expected—dark, dingy, and reeking of old alcohol and stale cigarettes. The wooden floor creaked under your feet as you followed Dabi through the narrow hallway that led to a back room. The faint sound of voices echoed from behind a door at the end of the hall, and Dabi paused once more, his hand gripping the doorknob.

“They’re gonna say some weird stuff,” he warned, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t take it personally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Weird how?”

“You’ll see.”

With that, he pushed open the door, and the first thing that hit you was the distinct atmosphere of chaos. The room was a cluttered mess of mismatched furniture, papers, and random objects strewn about haphazardly. Several figures were gathered around a large table in the center, and as the door creaked open, all eyes turned toward you.

Toga was the first to react, her eyes lighting up with unrestrained glee. “Oh my god, Dabi! You brought her!” she squealed, bouncing to her feet and rushing toward you with the energy of a hyperactive child. “She’s so cute! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us she was this cute!”

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you in a surprisingly tight hug. “I’m Toga!” she chirped, pulling back to examine you with wide, curious eyes. “I’ve been dying to meet you! Dabi talks about you all the time!”

“He does?” you asked, glancing at Dabi with a teasing smirk.

He scowled, crossing his arms. “Don’t listen to her.”

Before you could say anything else, a tall man in a mask stepped forward, his posture refined, yet his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Ah, so this is the famous girlfriend,” Mr. Compress said smoothly, giving you a polite bow. “I must admit, I was beginning to wonder if you were a myth.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she’s real. Get over it.”

Shigaraki, who had been sitting at the head of the table with his usual scowl, barely glanced up from the game console he was playing with. “Great. Another normie.” His voice was dismissive, though you could sense the underlying curiosity behind his disinterested exterior. “Hope you’re not too soft.”

“Trust me,” Dabi muttered, shooting Shigaraki a look, “she can handle herself.”

“Yeah,” you added, smiling sweetly. “I’m not as soft as I look.”

Toga clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down beside you. “Oh, I like her! Can we keep her?”

“Relax, Toga,” Dabi grumbled, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he subtly pulled you closer to his side. “She’s not a pet.”

Twice, who had been unusually quiet until now, suddenly burst into laughter. “A pet? That’s hilarious! But wait, no, I think she could be a pet! Or maybe a partner! Or maybe—”

“Twice, stop rambling,” Compress interjected with a chuckle. “You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the chaotic scene unfolding around you. It was clear that Dabi’s ‘family’ was as strange and dysfunctional as he had warned, but there was also something oddly endearing about them. Despite their rough exteriors, they welcomed you with open arms—or at least, most of them did.

As the banter continued, you caught Shigaraki glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching slightly as if he was itching to say something. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“So, what’s your deal?” he asked bluntly, his voice as rough as the skin peeling from his lips. “You got a quirk or something?”

Dabi stiffened slightly beside you, but you remained calm, meeting Shigaraki’s gaze evenly. “Yeah, I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I can heal people.”

Toga’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? You can heal? That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds,” you explained. “The healing comes from the food I make. It only works if someone eats something I’ve prepared.”

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone processed your words. Then, Twice broke the tension with a loud, exaggerated gasp. “She can cook?! Oh, we’re definitely keeping her!”

“Food that heals,” Compress mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s quite an unusual quirk.”

Shigaraki, however, didn’t seem as impressed. “Great. A chef,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his game. “As long as you’re not a liability.”

You felt Dabi tense beside you, his jaw clenching, but before he could snap at Shigaraki, you placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a liability,” you said firmly, looking directly at Shigaraki. “I’m here for Dabi, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki didn’t respond, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment that you had passed some unspoken test. Dabi’s hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as if to silently thank you for standing your ground.

As the evening went on, the tension eased, and you found yourself surprisingly comfortable in the midst of the League’s chaos. Toga was glued to your side, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and your relationship with Dabi. Twice kept bouncing between joking and making bizarre plans for your future involvement with the League, while Compress continued to make polite conversation, ever the gentleman.

Shigaraki, for the most part, remained focused on his game, though you caught him watching you occasionally, as if trying to figure out where you fit into their world.

And Dabi—well, he was quiet, but there was a certain calmness to him that you hadn’t seen before. He stayed close, his arm resting around your waist or his hand brushing against yours, as if grounding himself in your presence.

By the time you left the hideout, the moon high in the sky, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had survived your first meeting with the League of Villains, and despite their quirks—both literal and figurative—you could see why Dabi had chosen them as his found family.

As you walked home hand in hand with Dabi, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, he finally broke the silence.

“So… what do you think?”

You glanced up at him, your lips curling into a soft smile. “I think they’re… different,” you said with a chuckle. “But they’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

Dabi’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “You really are too good for this world.”

You shook your head, leaning into him as you continued walking. “No, I’m just good enough for you.”

For the first time in a long time, Dabi smiled—really smiled.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

[hugsandchaos]

Danny in an Encanto crossover gives the impression of someone trying to befriend a stray feral cat and bring them inside to give the love and shelter, but the stray feral cat doesn’t trust them and keeps hissing every time they get too close.

Although, I’d love to see everyone being completely accepting of Danny. They don’t look at him with suspicion or hatred when they see him slip up, they’re amazed! He has powers just like the Madrigals? That’s super cool! And he has more than one? Not just phasing through solid objects, but also invisibility and sensing ghosts nearby? Even better!

I bet that Bruno would relate to him in a way. They were both looked down on for their powers, but in different ways. Bruno because he mostly predicted bad things with no control over it, and Danny because a lot of people, including his parents, really didn’t like “Phantom” because the sole reason that he was a ghost. Alma knew that it was Bruno who had the powers, Danny’s parents didn’t know he was the ghost they keep shooting at.

Also, Danny 100% defends Bruno from any villagers who blame him for having bad visions. Bruno’s lacked social interaction with other humans for ten whole years, but Danny’s up for fighting for him. His favorite line to use was “If I’m a child and I have to explain this to you, what does that say about you as an adult?”. He didn’t get in trouble for it.

Danny talks about space and teaches them about it! He’s more than happy to explain it all and answer their questions the best he can!

Danny eats Julieta’s food and is honestly freaked out because his ribs are suddenly not broken anymore. Take it a step further and say that he’s sleep deprived, and one of the side effects of having food that heals you is that it can make you really tired if you haven’t slept well for a while, so you can’t help but take a quick nap. So he just falls unconscious after a few bites and wakes up in the early morning not knowing what year it is.

It doesn’t get rid of his death mark, though, which confuses everyone. Speaking of his death mark, Danny doesn’t like to talk about it, but eventually explains that it’s a scar from being zapped. He doesn’t go into detail or talk about what exactly the incident did to him, though. He just mentions that he got zapped and has a scar from it.

Eventually, the Madrigals will come to the realization that he doesn’t just have ghost-like powers. He’s actually a ghost. Half ghost, at least.

Also, Danny swears he sees Pedro around the house, not just in the paintings, and the most often place is by Alma’s side. He’s even had conversations with him. To everyone else, it looks like he’s talking to thin air, but he seems so fixated on something that’s actually there and listens to nothing so much that they think he’s actually being serious. Once, during a conversation with Alma and she was telling him about Pedro, he looked at her very confused and said “What are you talking about? He’s standing right next to you”.

At first, she was upset, but he said it with way too much confusion and conviction that she starts to realize he’s serious. Every time someone says that he isn’t, Danny gestures to nothing and goes “Are you blind?! He’s right there!”. In his eyes, Pedro really is there, looking awkward because this kid sees him and is arguing with his family about it.

Honestly, Danny doing something by himself and then suddenly turning around and making immediate direct eye contact with Pedro would be really funny. Pedro is honestly freaked out because something seemed off with the kid from the beginning, and he just made eye contact with a ghost?

Oh, and you best believe that after being treated so nicely by everyone, Danny will start throwing hands the second another ghost tries to cause them trouble.

Make it even better by combining it with Good Vlad. The two just show up one day trying to find a place to live. Their dynamic confuses more than a few people because people usually treat their god father or technical uncle with love and respect. Danny’s constantly getting on his nerves for the fun of it, doing things including but not limited to taking his coffee. He also calls him a “fruit loop”, which apparently means someone insane. Vlad calls him “Little Badger”, and yes, he’s actually been bitten by Danny once because Vlad startled him when he grabbed him to pull him out of danger and Danny’s first instinct was to bite him.

[bluefrostyy]

WE DONT TALK ABOUT STANFORD NO NO NO

I dont know why i never posted it here even tho it still fucking rocks <3

@sillytigergrimlin bet youve never seen my anxiety-filled, hurricane-maker, colombian Seb XD

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[jacarandaaaas]

OH MY GOD!??

one step closer to getting the whole family but how did we get casita before pepa💀

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Remember that argument scene in Encanto with Isabela and Mirabel, just imagine that now with Adam and Vaggie in the garden au

Vaggie enters the empty store nervously looking around for Adam who appeared to not be there. She clears her throat and calls out for him

Vaggie: Hey! Adam? Uh I know we had our differences in the past and we left on a bad note but now that you’re coming into our family, you know with his majesty? I figured we could um, well it was Charlie’s idea but I figured we could (exhales a bit loudly) forgive and forget?

Adam: forgive? And forget?

Vaggie now sees Adam appears at the top of the stairs that led to his apartment she slightly gulps as he descends and makes his way over to her

Adam: You betrayed not only me but all of Heaven by sparing a sinner you have no clue what they were there for, becoming entangled with the princess and then HELPING her with her stupid hotel, and then finally you kill over half of the exorcists, YOUR SISTERS, manage to maim Lute, and got me killed, effectively ruining my previous life, and you want to forgive and forget? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MINE!?!?

Adam: You think I forgot about how fucking HAPPY you looked when I was LITERALLY STABBED IN THE FUCKING BACK!?

Vaggie, wincing: Adam, I -

Adam: Cause I sure as shit didn't forget. I raised you like you were my own fucking kid and this is the thanks I get? For taking care of you, training you, fuck even loving you!?

Vaggie: But you-!

Adam: Yeah, Lute cutting out your eye was fucked up. Shouldn't have happened. But YOU LIVED!!

Adam gets in her face, grabs her by the arm with a hand, a vine takes her other arm and pushes her towards the door.

Adam: You're not even here on your own accord I bet, Charlie probably asked you cause I'm dating her dad. Well guess what, Vagina, cause that IS your name.

Adam: You can take your forgive and forget, and shove it up your fucking ass!!

Adam then throws her out as hard as he can, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

Vaggie: Fuck.....

[sirfrogsworth]

hi hi!!!

I'm a CFX artist (I do hair and cloth for 3D animated movies) and I wanted to clarify something!!

the encanto post? we talked about that one at length at work when it was first made, and it is incredibly evident that the guy who posted it is just bad at his job. the exact same effect can be archieved by changing the camera focal length- but animators never reach for technically competent solutions. (this is a roast.) and even if thats not possible, there is NO reason for why her shoulder area or chest are completely crushed or why her feet are inside of her hip bone.

and also, since I am in the department that comes right after animation- if I had gotten that shot, I would have either sent it straight back to the animator to fix it, OR cleaned it up myself, by which I mean it absolutely did not look like this off-camera by the time we send it for final light render.

essentially if animation looks that messed up off-camera, it is not "animation magic", it is actually someone doing a bad job.

I'm going to have to respectfully disagree.

For one thing, the behind the scenes image was not close to a final render so I don't think you can fairly judge what was probably just the animator lining up and blocking the shot. I don't think at that state they were concerned with the shoulders, chest, and feet. I'm betting the final polished version looked much better.

And I also disagree the exact effect could be achieved by changing the focal length.

As a photographer, focal length is not just about cramming everything into the field of view. I don't only use a wide angle because I want more stuff in the photo.

It is also an artistic decision.

Wide angle lenses exaggerate distance and can make foreground objects seem massive and background objects seem tiny.

Look at this super wide angle shot of Otis lusting after a tennis ball.

The ball has a huge presence in the photo. It is only two feet away, but the distance between them seems immense. The ball takes up as much space in the photo as Otis.

Compare that to the ball in this telephoto image.

The picture now becomes less about the ball and more about the act of chasing it. The ball is literally only a foot closer to Otis, but it has no commanding presence like in the super wide shot.

So what artistic intention comes from using a telephoto lens like in Encanto?

Telephoto focal lengths compress distance. Background objects appear much larger in the frame. They also flatten the face and give a more flattering perspective of said face. Human faces can look a bit alien at wider focal lengths.

So what if you want the background to look large and encompassing and you want the flattering facial proportions from a telephoto lens, but you also want a foreground object to have a commanding presence like the ball?

You cheat!

This is not a technique confined to the world of 3D animation though. It is actually an old live-action trick. They will actually use another person's hands to do effectively the same thing as above.

In Hellboy II, Guillermo had two problems. He wanted a telephoto feel and depth of field and he also wanted a very intricate practical egg prop that could open mechanically.

To get the proportions and the framing and the feel of the shot as intended, he double cheated!

He made a big freaking egg with a big freaking fake hand.

(I know there is a picture of the giant hand somewhere but my googling failed me.)

In any case, I think this is just a case of good problem solving over incompetence. I think the director or the animation lead wanted this scene to fit within a specific focal length and it was easier and more efficient to just give her crazy long arms.

I'm not trying to dispute your expertise or animation-splain. Perhaps there was a better way to achieve the same look. But if the final result looked good, I don't think we need to bash someone who was probably under tight deadlines and had a lot of other work to complete. At least not without a lot more information.

[benniechase]

ANNABETH ❛ wise girl ❜ CHASE. . | playlist

side one:

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

logical (olivia rodrigo)

the man (taylor swift)

labour - the cacophony (paris paloma)

i bet on losing dogs (mitski)

the archer (taylor swift)

gold rush (taylor swift)

are you satisfied? (marina)

lacy (olivia rodrigo)

my grand plan (tlt musical)

this is me trying (taylor swift)

waiting on a miracle (encanto)

girls against god (florence + the machine)

abbey (mitski)

mad women (taylor swift)

chihiro (billie eilish)

the greatest (billie eilish)

everlong (foo fighters)

i just threw out the love of my life (weezer)

decode (paramore)

side two:

seventeen (marina)

who’s afraid of little old me? (taylor swift)

the grudge (olivia rodrigo)

please please please (sabrina carpenter)

history of man (maisie peters)

my kink is karma (chappell roan)

all-american bitch (olivia rodrigo)

warrior of the mind (epic the musical)

spider web (melanie martinez)

step on me (the cardigans)

teenage girl (cherry glazer)

i can do it with a broken heart (taylor swift)

carolina (taylor swift)

august (taylor swift)

legendary (epic the musical)

nobody’s home (avril lavigne)

better than revenge (taylor’s version)

slipping through my fingers (abba)