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#Hector Rivera
dazeddoodles · 2 months
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Turning Red fanart since it's in theaters
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hectorisagoodboy · 9 months
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Hola! 💜
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Who still loves them? 😘
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Among my comfort characters, I have traumatized dads who went through a lot for love...
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...traumatized science guys who command a certain type of creatures to which they act fatherly to...
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...or traumatized goofy dudes who ambiguously manage to be both.
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I'm sensing a pattern here that's worrying me...
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alemanriq · 1 year
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finally i have this commission done. Thanks for all the patience my luv @sheepwithspecs
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ddalameda · 3 months
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Hi! I'm alive! Uhm… Am I sorry?
I really want to get back into the fandom, but I got eaten by transformers, wow. I hope I'll really be back soon.
In the meantime, I just happened to find an old sketch that for some reason I didn't post.
Ugh, they're two weirdos who like to parody each other.
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dragoneyes618 · 4 months
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Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if a Rivera besides Imelda had died first.
I think it can be presumed that Imelda died first and was very not pleased to see Héctor, so after being rejected by her a few times he gave up and focused all his efforts on getting over the bridge to see Coco. (The miscommunication here gives me a headache every time I think of it.) This was all probably before the other Riveras died, since they show no sign of recognizing him when they see him make a run for it. (The twins would know who he is, but that’s a different story.)
But what if Imelda hadn’t died first? What If someone else had?
Suppose it was, say, Victoria.
We don’t know anything about how Victoria died; all we know is that it was not of old age like her mother and grandmother; she must have died decades before Coco did, given how much younger than Elena she looks.
So suppose, whatever she died of, she died a few years earlier, even before Imelda, and was the first Rivera to enter the Land of the Dead except Héctor. She’s at the Department of Family Reunions, and they ask her for the names of her family so they can reunite her with anyone who’s dead, and so that they’ll have her on file to greet her living family whenever they arrive.
As far as Victoria knows, she doesn’t have any dead family members (unless there’s people from Julio’s side of the family), but she lists everyone she’s related to anyway, because of course she wants to be able to meet her mother and father and sister when they arrive, so they won’t arrive alone, not like she is. And they take all the names she’s written down and see if any of those names, or her own name, have appeared on any other list.
And lo and behold, someone notices that Victoria listed Socorro “Coco” Rivera as her mother and Imelda Rivera as her grandmother, and that Héctor Rivera who tries to jump the bridge every year listed Imelda as his wife and Coco as his daughter. So they send some people over to find Héctor wherever he is (since Imelda and the twins are still alive, and Coco’s still healthy, he’s probably not forgotten enough to be in Shantytown yet, even though he’s never had an ofrenda) and tell him that his recently deceased granddaughter is waiting to meet him.
Héctor is, well, shocked. He’s excited to find out that he has a granddaughter, he’s grieving to have that granddaughter join him before her time, and he’s shocked to have a granddaughter in the first place.
Logically, Héctor knows that it makes sense that he has a granddaughter. But he still pictures Coco as three or four years old, and he hasn’t seen her since. It’s one thing to know, in theory, “Oh yeah Coco’s probably married with kids by now,” and quite another thing to meet one of his daughter’s daughters. Especially when that granddaughter is older than he is. Especially when that granddaughter is older than he remembers his daughter being.
Victoria doesn’t have a very good opinion of her grandfather, of course. All she knows about him is that he’s the man who left his family behind for some stupid musical fantasy, breaking his wife’s and daughter’s hearts.
But she didn’t know he was dead. Her grandmother is still alive and well; why should her grandfather be any different?
And if he had died, well…he’d never bothered to contact any of them in life, but shouldn’t someone have contacted his family upon his death? Or, if he’d never deigned to even speak of them, well…if he was a famous musician, shouldn’t his death have been announced in newspapers and on the radio? Victoria was barely more than a toddler when the famous Ernesto de la Cruz died, but she remembered people talking about it in the shoe shop, before her grandmother had snapped at them to buy a pair of shoes or leave.
And he’s so young. It’s not immediately obvious at first, but as she sees him move around, movements at once awkward and excited, she realizes it. He has a full head of dark hair; his movements are spry and agile, and his voice is the strong voice of a young singing man.
“So you’re my…my granddaughter?” Héctor asks, stumbling over the words.
“Apparently,” Victoria says, folding her arms and glaring at him.
Surprisingly, he laughs. “Ay, you look just like mi vida when you do that!”
She blinks.
“Imelda,” he explains. “She used to give me just that look - never mind. Tell me, how is she? How is Coco? Are they all right?”
“They’re…fine,” Victoria says slowly, disconcerted by the intensity of his questioning.
“I was so worried,” he says. “I never got to see them, you know, they never put my photo up. I was worried that something happened to them, but they never came here, so I knew they must be all right…Do you know if something happened to my photo? We took one as a family when Coco was a baby, you know, and we took extra good care of it. I remember the boys were upset because we didn’t let them be in it.”
“The who?” Victoria asks. However she imagined her grandfather, she definitely didn’t imagine this man who asks earnestly about the welfare of his family, saying his worries and fond memories in one breath.
“The twins,” he explains. “Oscar and Felipe, your…wow, I guess they’re your great-uncles now. Wow. I can’t believe it. It’s been so long…”
His face falls.
“So Coco’s your mother?” he asks. “I can’t believe that too. Do you have any siblings? Wait, who did she marry? Who’s your father?” Without giving Victoria a chance to answer he rushes and rambles on. “I want you to tell me everything, please. About you, and your family, and how Imelda is - she’s nearly seventy by now, isn’t she? - and about your father and mother. I can’t believe Coco’s married. I wish I could’ve been there. I used to dream about what her wedding would be like. I still do sometimes. I never got to see her all grown up and beautiful - I know she has to be beautiful if she looks even a drop like Imelda - being courted by some young man - I know Imelda would never have let anyone but the best even consider marrying Coco - ay, I wish I could have been there. I died when Coco was only four, I never got to see any of this.”
“You what,” Victoria says.
No, I haven’t spent all day thinking of this. I’ve spent all of last week thinking of this.
I also have a scenario in mind with the twins but I’m not typing it now because this is quite long enough.
…I have a new fic idea now.
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nanao-91 · 3 months
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some old book of life x coco crossover fanart I did in 2017.
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whaleiumsharkspeare · 2 months
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So like during the 21 years after Héctor disappeared and Ernesto became a big star, did it never occur to Imelda to wonder why all the sudden Ernesto was performing solo? If Ernesto is this hugely famous musician singing Héctor’s old songs, why isn’t Héctor singing them too? Was she so completely anti-music at that point that she never even noticed that Ernesto was performing alone and Héctor had apparently just yeeted off the face of the earth? Like I get it she was majorly hurt by what she thought was Héctor ditching her but all I’m saying is if I’m Imelda and I see Ernesto rising to fame alone after my husband left with him, some alarm bells are gonna start ringing in my head
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myhusbandwouldplay · 5 months
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Can we talk about this for a minute????
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The way Hector motions to the family to get behind him and puts his hand out to protect them is *chef's kiss*. He's already taking the role of Patriarch of the family. 🥹
Also, how he's at the front, being the leader and ready to jump in if De La Cruz lays a finger on Imelda. 🥺💜
The twins looking out for each other is everything to me. I don't know which one is which, but one of them pulling the other back broke me. It was so sweet! 😭😭😭
This gif is everything to me. It shows how much the family loves each other and how they look out for one another. 🧡
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weaselbeaselpants · 8 months
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Emotionally devastating animated film scenes part somethingsomething
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ilovecocomovie · 1 year
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Hola :) Today it´s my photomontage of my favorite couple. Imelda and Hector went to professional to have a photo. This is before they had Coco. Let´s imagine it was taken in 1917. So that would mean that Imelda may be possibly at beginning of pregnancy with Coco, maybe she did not even know at that moment, because it was too early in her pregnancy. Anyway, I made the colored version and the “old effect” photo was done by app. Have a nice day:)
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dazeddoodles · 5 months
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The Coco and Encanto crossover no one was waiting for
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Hello, just leaving this one here, since I see a lot of similiarities around these two. 939
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happyrivera · 1 year
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appatary8523 · 8 months
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dragoneyes618 · 7 months
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Headcanon that Coco didn't actually know her father's name.
She was three or four when he left. As far as she was concerned, his name was Papá.
She remembered her mother singing and dancing with him, but she had no memories of Imelda actually calling Héctor by name.
And afterwards, Imelda got rid of anything that belonged to him, anything that might bear his name. She never mentioned his name again. Oscar and Felipe didn't either.
Coco had the picture, so she knew what he looked like, but not his name. Even the letters - they were all addressed to Coco, and signed "Papá." Yes, there were many parts that were for Imelda - Imelda was the one who read them to Coco, since she presumably couldn't read much more than her name - but they were for Coco, which was why she had them when Imelda began her purge.
Even if Coco had wanted to try to find out more about her father after her mother died, she couldn't. She wouldn't get very far without a name.
She spent the rest of her life clinging to a fading memory of a kind man with dark eyes and a guitar. She would take out his picture and look at it. She was glad she only had daughters, because if she'd had a son she would have been conflicted about whether to want to give her father's name as a middle name, and she didn't know it.
Miguel finally discovered his great-great-grandfather's name - well, in a believable way that he could tell everyone else, anyway - after going to the town hall and digging through old records for hours and finally discovering a marriage license for Héctor and Imelda Rivera.
Depending on when Coco died, though, she may not have been alive to see this.
Depending on whether Miguel told his great-grandmother about his adventure in the Land of the Dead, she may or may not have died still not knowing her father's name. Not until a weeping young man embraces her in the Department of Family Reunions, and, crying herself, she melts into his embrace, hugging him back, and she hears her mother's voice saying softly, "Ay, Héctor, Coco."
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