Nicole Austin aka Coco
Bands & Disney! 🐭
Gave Saporta + Hector Rivera! 💀
“Remember me, though I have to say goodbye, remember me!”
🌻 “ Summer vibes ” 🌻
Look at my baby. LOOK AT HER!
She’s 20 this year.
Sieg BUBBLE TEA!!! Who doesn’t love bubble tea with their zakus?
“I haven’t forgiven myself since. And as you can see….God hasn’t forgiven me yet either…,”
I really wanted to color this one to play around with brushes and opacity again. Super happy with this one <3 The chain however….it’s…fine. :D
A friend and I were swapping pics of our studio “aesthetic,” so here’s mine. I’m working on a middle-grade fantasy-mystery graphic novel, so I’ve decorated with things that remind me of the mood I’m after.
Dumbo is for my fanfiction and fandom, rather than my GN.The shelf has figures from Vampirina, because I loved the illustrations of the original picture books, done by
LeUyen Pham, who also illustrates several graphic novels.
I found a character from Elena of Avalor who made me think of Milly, so I put her with Dumbo. She’s holding a notebook and pen. If only there was a figure who looked like V.A.!
Along with my POTO music box are figures from Brave and Tangled. They make me think of certain characters in my GN.
I think Erik’s pretty pissed about them.
Figures from Tangled, Brave, Coco, and Elena of Avalor. Plus things that make me think of the Sleeping Bear Dunes of Michigan, which inspired the setting of my story.
More Dumbo, of course!
Merida guards my brushes. The mug was made by a friend of mine.
My graphic novel library. This is only a third of it.
The Art and Making of Dumbo book, a folder of reference photos, and some art books I’ve used for years, as well as more GNs.
My cat Kameli wonders why I’m taking pictures.
DISCLAIMER: This headcanon list is not meant to put down other Reverse AU headcanons of this fandom. This is just my personal idea of what would probably happen if some characters were to swap roles with each other.
What’s good, my guys! Here I am dropping another sub part of our Coco Reverse AU. I’m hoping to tackle Imelda’s death and Héctor instilling the music ban altogether in the Rivera household. I can’t wait to see how the entire scene plays out, and I hope you’re as ready as I am.
“Imelda, you can’t be serious! Giving up now would drive our dream further away from us.” Sofia exclaimed.
“I will make one thing clear. This was your dream, not mine. I joined the tour with the intent to provide my family with a more stable income. Fame is just a bonus for me. It’s not getting me anywhere to continue this tour as we’re barely making enough.” Imelda countered.
“But Héctor’s songs, Imelda. We can’t do it without them.” Ernesto said.
“Then find another songwriter. As long as I’m around, Héctor’s songs will not be used as baits for fame.”
“Please! Just two more weeks, Imelda. Just two more weeks and I promise you, you’re free to go home.” Sofia begged.
“You guys had been saying that ever since our once agreed two months, and now look where that had brought us.”
“For real this time! All we need is two weeks time to get noticed. Once that happens, you can go back to Santa Cecilia.” Ernesto added.
“Two weeks, and that’s it. Whether fame comes to us or not, I’m still leaving, with or without your notice. My family needs me.” Imelda stated.
Back in Santa Cecilia…
“I think Mamá will really like it!” Coco said.
“I hope so, mija.” Héctor replied.
“Will Mamá come back when she sees the dress, Papá?” Coco asked Héctor as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
“She will, mija. She won’t be gone for too long.” Héctor replied with a smile.
One week later, in Mexico City…
“Hola, is Imelda Rivera staying here?” asked the mailman.
“Sí, what can I do for you?” Ernesto said.
“I have a package that is addressed to her from Santa Cecilia. Is she here at the moment?”
“She’s not, I’m afraid. But you can hand the box to me and I’ll give it to her.”
“Gracias, señor. Now if you could please just sign here…”
“I’ll head out for a bit to get some fresh air, they shouldn’t take too long to come back soon.” Ernesto said to himself before leaving the premises.
Ten minutes later…
“We’re back!” Sofia announced cheerfully only to realise her partner wasn’t around.
“He probably went out for a little while. I’m going to go take a shower first, it was so hot out there.” Imelda said as she picked up her towel and headed into her bedroom before seeing the beautiful black gift box on her bed.
‘A package arrived for you, just like last time.
‘Help me make this dress more colourful than it already is, mi amor.
‘You will always be the prettiest one, Mamá.
“Is something wrong, Sofia?” Imelda asked.
“You know exactly what’s wrong, Imelda. Don’t play dumb.” Sofia spat out.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, mi amiga. Now would you please excuse me so I can get changed?”
“You are not going anywhere until you explain this!” Sofia retorted as she threw the colourful dress at Imelda.
“This? It’s a gift from my husband!”
“Oh really? Then what is this? Huh?” Sofia flicked Ernesto’s note towards Imelda.
“Ernesto most likely wrote this to inform me of the package, I’m pretty sure it’s not a gift from him.”
“When will you stop with your lies, ‘Melda? I’ve seen the way you look at Ernesto. They always have that look of anticipation and hunger, and somehow, you managed to misle him into thinking you’re a way better option than me. Well, that gift should’ve been for me, but since it was given to you, I’ll just have to do something about it.” Sofia said as she pulled out a pair of fabric scissors from a drawer and began making her way to the dress.
“What are you doing, Sofia? That’s my dress and it’s from Héctor! Not Ernesto!” Imelda yelled out as she tried to snatch the scissors from Sofia’s hand.
“Let me go, you slut! You already have a husband and child! Now you’re still trying to steal my man away from me? I won’t allow this, and this is what you deserve.” Sofia screamed as she tried to move away from Imelda to grab the dress.
“No, Sofia! You’re getting it all wrong! Now let go of that or you’ll be sorry!”
“Urgh, GET OFF ME!” Sofia exclaimed as she pushed Imelda off her.
“I-Imelda, no, no, no, I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean t-to…”
“Sofia?” Ernesto muttered.
“What…. what have you done, Sofia? What happened here?”
“It… it was an accident! I didn’t mean to hurt her at all!” Sofia panicked. “I was so angry, I was going to cut up the dress you gave her.”
“The dress? It wasn’t from me, it was from Héctor!” Ernesto exclaimed.
“So you and Imelda weren’t going behind my back after all?”
“So that was what led to this? You thought Imelda and I were romantically involved without your knowledge? What even made you think that?”
“What about the first dress you gave her all those years ago? How do you explain that?”
“That was from Héctor as well! I just gave it to her on his behalf.”
“Ernesto, what are you…” Sofia began.
“Shh, it’s okay, mi amor, it’s okay…” Ernesto comforted.
“No, it’s not, I… I just killed our friend… that’s unforgivable…”
“We’ll get through this together, mi amor. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You have me.”
“That’s not helping, Nesto. What are we going to tell Hector? What can we say to a little girl? She’s left without a Mamá because of me.”
“They don’t have to know.”
“We still have a dream, Sofia. A dream to perform for the world, and there’s no way we can achieve it if we admit what happened to the authorities or to Héctor. We’ll pretend this never happened, get rid of her body, and hide the evidence as best as we can. .” Ernesto explained.
“But wouldn’t Héctor start suspecting something? There’s no doubt that he would want to know where his wife went.” Sofia said.
“No need to worry about that. I’ll figure something out.”
“Why?” Sofia began.
“Hmm?” Ernesto voiced out.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I can’t lose you too.”
“By the way, get rid of that colourful dress. That’s the most incriminating evidence after the scissors.” Ernesto instructed.
Back in Santa Cecilia a few weeks later…
It has been a while since we last spoken. But I am writing this letter to inform you of one thing, and that is Imelda.
Sofia and I went out to a bar to spend some time together. By the time we got back to the inn, Imelda’s things, the gift you gave her and herself were nowhere to be found. She left without a notice and the only thing she left behind was her wedding ring which I have put inside the envelope.
Despite our best efforts to find her all around Mexico City during these past few weeks, we have come to the conclusion that she does not want to be found. It also seems to me that she wants out of her marriage with you, and for that I’m terribly sorry, my old friend.
In any case, I hope you and the rest of the family can pull through these tough times. You’re strong, Héctor. It is now up to you to help your family from this.
Ernesto de la Cruz
“Papá? Are you okay?” Coco asked worriedly.
“Imelda, why? How could you?” Héctor whimpered softly.
“Tío Óscar, Tío Felipe, help!” Coco cried out.
“What is it, Coco?” Óscar asked.
“It’s Papá! He fell to the floor crying, and was saying Mamá’s name!”
“Come, Coco. Let’s get you to your room. Felipe, please figure out what happened with Héctor.” Óscar instructed.
“Héctor, what happened? Did Imelda write back? What did she say?” Felipe asked.
“No, hermana. No, you did not just up and leave us behind. This has to be some kind of sick joke. She wouldn’t abandon us for some fame, right? Héctor?”
“She’s not coming back, Felipe. She left us. She left Coco.”
“Mijo? Has that wife of yours returned yet? Any news from her at least?” Isabél asked with her hands on her hips.
“Mamá Isabél, Imelda… she…” Felipe voiced out as he held the letter towards her.
“What did I tell you from the start, mijo? I told you marrying that orphan was a mistake, a mistake you’ll soon realise and regret later on! Now look where that has lead to! A motherless child! Poor Coco now has to live with the fact that she will never see her mother again, all because of the promise of fame in the big city.” Isabél went off on Héctor.
“She has hurt you all far too many times, mijo. I will not allow that woman to cause you anymore pain than she already has. It’s time you start getting your act together, mijo, or I will be forced to take matters into my own two hands.” Isabél finished before leaving the premises.
“Our hermana isn’t coming back home anymore, now is she, Héctor?” Felipe asked with tears in his eyes.
“No, she isn’t, Felipe. She’s gone.” Héctor replied.
“And she will stay gone.”
In the Land of the Dead…
“S-Stay back! Don’t come any closer to me!” Imelda warned.
“Don’t worry, Señora. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to help.” the skeleton reassured.
“You can start by telling me where I am, thank you very much!”
“Don’t fret, Señora, but you have arrived in the Land of the Dead.”
“What? The Land of the Dead?”
“Yes, Señora. I know it’s a lot to take in considering how sudden your death was, but I will…”
“No, no, no. I can’t be dead. There has to be a way out of this! Please, I have to get home! I have to get back to my family!”
“I’m sorry, but death is irreversible. Once you’re here, there’s no turning back. Now, if I could just have your name…”
“You don’t understand! I was suppose to go home! My husband gifted me a beautiful dress while I was still away! I was going to wear it on the way back!”
“I’m deeply sorry to hear that, but there is nothing we can do about, Señora. But there is a way for you to go back home every year, and that is on Dia de Muertos!”
“You mean… I get to go home? To see my family?”
“Of course, Señora! When your family puts your photo up on an ofrenda, you’ll be able to cross the marigold bridge that appears once every year on Dia de Muertos. Your family loves you. I’m sure they’ll put your photo up.”
“I’ll get to go home. My friends better inform my family of my death or I’ll tear them to pieces.”
“I’m sure they will, Señora. Now, if I could get your name and your cause of death, we can start with the paper work.”
“My name is Imelda Rivera, and I… uh… I’m not too sure how I died, but my head really hurts.”
“That’s okay. We’ll just put ‘head trauma’ as the placeholder cause. You can update it later on once you’ve figured it out. There’s no need to fret, it’s normal to not remember your death when it was so sudden.”
And scene! Thank you for reading this final sub-part. Be sure to stay tuned for more Reverse AU and I’ll see you next time!
(via Two Baos in a Steamer coco et cocoa)
When to Quit
Please reblog, don’t repost! (ESPECIALLY DO NOT POST TO PINTEREST)
Well, here we are.
Went a bit different for this page since the hatching alone wasn’t getting the effect I wanted, and since it was the last page I wanted it to be impactful, so there’s some extra digital shading here.
Well… Héctor’s had his bad days. Some years he doesn’t get caught, most years he does, and it feels like it’ll never end–like he’ll never cross the bridge, never see his Coco again.
But of course we know that’s not what happens.
There’s always a happy ending, even if it’s a long ways off. Don’t stop trying to cross the bridge.
Coco with an unreasonable amount of ice cream.
Crash Bandicoot 4: It’s About Time (2020)
enjoying the aurora 🤗