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by @xclearskiesx

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

Elena is a court musician with the power to evoke emotions through her songs. Hugo is a palace guard.

Sadly when playing in AU sandboxes can't always nab Bruno. But that's alright. There are always others Elena the romantic can focus her heart on.

The next day, The father and son pair of Lord Jorge Pinheiro and Lord Gustavo were poring over the shipping and delivery notices of shale and clay. The boredom of it all, the combined effects of the heat and din of the brick factory caused Gustavo’s mind to wander.

‘Come back and play the pianoforte at anytime,’ Gustavo thought back to meeting with the Gaitans, riddled with consternation. ‘Why the hell did he offer that?’. They owned a pianforte, of course they did. They were wealthy, with a daughter whose charm to her favor was based around it. She spoke of the children she taught at their home. Elena Gaitan didn’t NEED to borrow the pianoforte. But perhaps, if Gus was being honest with himself. He WANTED to hear her sing and play again. ‘I should adjust my thinking. She is not a trap, but a siren ready to dash me on the rocks’, he smiled. But any thoughts he entertained of taking his place in society and being a lord, marrying as his parents wanted. Had evaporated by the afternoon the next day. He was once again resolute in the idea, that he should just run.

His thoughts were dragged back to the present when Jorge rapped his son’s fingers sternly with his pointing stick used to show trade lanes on the map on the table in front of them.  "Pay attention Gustavo, this will be your business, you will need to track manifests". Jorge barked, before turning to an employee informing them of a delivery to be delayed.

Gustavo looked at the manifests. Order in. Order out. Not much to it but painful monotony. He picked up the papers and swiped sideways with this arm, the marble dust once again coating the surface. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, the sound like wallpaper. Unlike the dust of his charcoal, brick dust left his skin dry, and his soul unnourished. 

He hates this factory, he hated this work. He had no intentions of growing up and setting foot here. He dreamed of just running away, as best as he was able, and leaving it all behind. No money, no title, just him, the country, and his art. Perhaps, a wife if love could find his way to him despite his ailment.

Instead, he was stuck in this factory listening to the deafening grinding of the saw. Staring at numbers that made his head ache. He was slow to literacy as a child. The teacher knew him to be intelligent, and with his kind tutelage he broke through and taught him how to slow his mind, but when distracted it was easy for the letters to become jumbled. He pressed his eyes shut and opened them, hoping to reset his thoughts when he noticed a canceled and returned order for Endinbury hall, the estate of Lord Hernandez. It was a large order and it appeared the hall missed several deadlines to repay the credit.

"Look at this? Why did they cancel the order?" Gustavo asked when his father returned to his side.

“Lord Hernandez has been failing to pay his debts all over town. Apparently, he has been negligent in collecting his rent and spending the yearly stipends on extravagant upgrades and gambling in Cheapside.”

“So I would set your sights on someone other than Ms. Gaitan. I know your mother and her were visited the other day.” Lord Jorge Pinheiro, said taking his seat and readying his quill. "Far too low a prospect for our family anyways."

“I have no interest, in Ms.Gaitan, but what do they have to do with this?”

 “Mrs.Gaitan is delighted in his circumstances, the Gaitan’s marble delivery was also canceled to Edinbury. So a high lord like him would be desperate to debase himself to better his financial standing.” He moved to the next paper after dipping his quill again. “Can’t argue with that. Could you think of a more perfect pair? The morally bankrupt with money, and the titled who is bankrupt.” he chuckled at his own joke, as he continued to sign the papers.

Gustavo frowned at the glibness in which his father explained the situation. And he changed his mind. He wouldn't be running away anytime soon. He would stay the season at least. Just long enough to see Elena married to literally anyone but the wretched Carlos Hernandez. 

 It would be entertaining for him at least. Spending time with her would cause his father deserved consternation, and would enrage the territorial Lord Hernando. 

He might just start to have fun in the high society after all.

For a man so concerned about being trapped. Lord Gustavo Pinheiro did a fine job getting himself into a right mess. 

When he heard Mrs. and Miss. Gaiten being announced at the door. He told the servant to tell them he was “indisposed” if they asked. 

He expected his mother to be polite and entertain for the prerequisite and proper 15 minutes before excusing herself and sending the two unsolicited visitors on their way. Instead, he heard his mother laughing. Honest to God laughing, and the sounds of Elena's sweet giggles coming from the front hall. And as their conversation carried past social protocol, he realized something horrifying. His mother was enjoying their company. 

He couldn't escape to his room. Because the tap of his cane on the marble steps would be unmistakable as he ascended to hide in his quarters. Certainly couldn’t stay here, for if Ms. Gaitan enthralled his mother further, they would likely take luncheon and tea in the very parlor room in which he stood. 

He was at an impasse, perhaps he could sneak through the servant door down the hall and through the kitchen. It would garner stares from the staff, but at least he would avoid the social travesty of ignoring callers.

Gustavo pulled himself, grimacing at the stiffness in his leg. The pain was not as severe as it once was, but too quick or strenuous a movement, or standing for too long brought on a persistent ache. He attempted to stretch out his limb, but the pins and needles made it impossible to put any weight on his bad leg at all, and he felt his body sway as he fell onto the pianoforte stool, his left side bodily hitting the keys and the discordant sound of half a piano of keys being struck was deafening in the silence. 

'shit', Lord Pinheiro cursed. Straining his ears. To listen for his mother's voice.

"Oh dear, it's the cook's child I think. We let him bring her in when her grandmother is unwell and sometimes she plays on the piano. Not well as you can hear", Gustavo heard his mother's voice explain, getting closer.

‘DAMN IT ALL’.  It was impossible to rush to the servant's door now. Gustavo grunted as he hoisted himself up and went to open the curtains to let the light in at least, of which there were several.

"It's kind of you to let her play. If you wish to foster her skills. I act as a music teacher to a few of the gentry children. I would be happy to tutor her". 

"Oh, she is servant class, I am sure you are better occupied teaching music to someone who can use it."

"With respect, I was of low class when I learned my musical skills, it has served me well and is a joy very few things can replicate" 

Lady Pinheiro smiled at another of the young woman's faux pas. Lauded as a well-trained social climber. She wasn't as poised as she was purported to be. Polite certainly, but if she was well trained, she wouldn't have said thank you to a lower servant earlier. Or made a self-deprecating joke at her own expense. And just now offered her opinion against a Lady in defense of the cook's child. For all whispers and rumors surrounding this girl, she put on airs less than others she would entertain. And she was beginning to suppose her genteelness and sweetness, were genuine. A rare trait in the le bon ton. 

"Of course, you are right. I will ask him. He cannot pay, but I can cover the fee."  Lady Pinheiro gestured at the servant nearby who opened the door for the parlor while holding her hand at the protestation of Elena, who meant she'd offer her services for free.

"Posh, I insist. But first, let me hear what I am paying for... Gustavo?!"

Lord Pinheiro froze he was only able to open one window and two sets of heavy damask curtains since setting to work at it. And in his haste to tarry to the next curtain he had already exerted himself, the evidence of it stitched on his face. 

His mother was closer to him, so the Gaitan pair couldn't see the mortification on her face. There was very little explanation as to how this could be considered too indisposed to meet guests.

Lord Pinheiro set to open his mouth in explanation, hoping to pluck the words from the ether but was instead interrupted.

"Oh Lord Pinheiro, so sorry to have disturbed you", Lady Elena offered with a proper curtsy, a shocked Mrs.Gaitan following her lead. "The drawn curtains! You must have been indisposed with a terrible headache."

The Lord just stared at her wondering how she could be so dense of the situation, before catching the smallest fraction of a wink. Hidden from the elder women's sight.

"Yes… forgive me. I had been struggling with it all morning. I only now started feeling well enough to bring the light in."

"Fresh air would also do you good" added Lady Pinheiro, as she sniffed the air subtly, gesturing for the servant to open the windows.  "Elena was going to present for us, shall you stay?." 

"Oh yes, Lord Pinheiro. You won't find a finer singer and musician than my Elena I can promise you that. She is such a talent, her singing routinely brings many to tears.”

"I'd wager, with an improperly tended migraine any singer could draw tears." Elena joked warmly to her mother. Lord Pinheiro caught himself smiling at that. Before making his face impassive, when she looked at him again.

"Please, don't feel compelled to stand on propriety on our account. I would not be offended if you wish to nurse your headache away from my playing." Elena offered. She would be sad to see him go, wanting to learn more of this handsome man’s character, but wouldn’t force his company.

'poor bait indeed, that releases its own snare'. Gustavo thought as he readied to bow and excuse himself, before stopping and turning to her. "Actually… I think I am well enough to stay. Thank you."  

Elena gave him a delighted lopsided grin that reached her pretty mahogany eyes. The sincerity of the reaction, caught him by surprise and despite desiring to be seen as reticint, he couldn’t help but mirror it. Gustavo, gestured for all to sit, his mother by his side. Elena at her place at the piano, Mrs.Gaitan delighted at their exchange beside her ready to turn the pages. 

“Now, hopefully my reputation hasn’t preceded me too much,” Elena said with what Gus thought was a knowing smile. “I would hate to leave my hosts wanting.”

Mrs.Gaitan was known for exaggeration. But truly, he had rarely heard a more beautiful voice and expert playing. And just for a moment, he entertained the thought he wasn't one of the last Lord’s she visited since the ball. That she came here to see him, Gustavo, and not a Lord Pinheiro. That she wasn't just casting a wide net for social climbing.

La Maestra belongs to @cheetee @cheetour

Elena’s Mark is Bruno Madrigal. Goal: gather intel on the Madrigals home and inner sanctum

Elena walks up to Bruno by himself by bar at Madrigal's swanky party. Long since abandoning her “date” a cheating senator, at the poker table.

Elena orders a cocktail, and chats up the bartender. Through experience she know it is better if she doesn’t initiate conversation, let the mark think it’s his idea. Gives them confidence, and trust her faster.

“Hey… do I know you?”

Elena smiles as she sips her cocktails and looks sideways at the handsome, but slightly tortured looking Madrigal. 

“My God” she adopts an enticing giggle before turning to him, “Does that line ever work?”

Elena is surprised however, when his face remains serious and earnest, closing the gap between them.

“Your hair is short normally, but I know your face”, Bruno says his green eyes boring into her false blue ones.

“SHIT. You’ve been made, get out of there” a voice in Elena’s ear warns. But it’s too late, Bruno grabs her wrist and begins to lead her out of the party hall.

Elena is kicking herself for not taking Viv’s defense lessons seriously. The man is pencil necked and skinny, but she can feel the strength in him as he guides her to a secluded part of the mansion. And its hard to accesorize a taser in this dress.

“Look handsome, I don’t know you. But I would like to.” Elena allows a vulnerable tone to enter her voice. This isn’t a man who wants a vixen, he wants a damsel. “But, Sweetie you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to scare you”, Bruno stops them in the dark alcove behind a curtain shielding them from view. Elena notes, perhaps a blind spot in the cameras.

“Elena! Get out of there”, Viv yells again. 

“I’m here with the Senator, he is probably missing me”. Bruno just nods at that and reaches to Elena’s ear, concealed by her hair.

“Someone talking to you I suspect? Let’s have some privacy”, As Bruno removes her hidden ear piece and taps it off.

“Y’know why us Madrigals are so good at what we do?”

“What are you good at? The stock market?”, Elena now adopting the airhead blonde persona.

Some stupid little idiot, playing spy and in over her head and inconceivable as a threat.

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you” Bruno still hasn’t let go of her wrist.

“We know when they money trucks are changing. We know which cops can be bribed, we never lose. Never” Bruno is staring intensely into her eyes. “Because we KNOW for a fact.”

“I can see the future. They make me see the future.” There was that tortured look again. Elena heart ached a little at the pain she saw there, but remembered. The Madrigal’s are murderers. And Bruno Madrigal, fucking delusional.

‘Let him lie’, Elena thinks listening intently. ‘But even in lies you can hear truth’ She wished she  had her earpiece to record all this.

“What do you mean?” Elena asked gently. There was no persona for this, no archetype. She will have to navigate this as herself. Bruno was too unpredictable to nail down safely. She will have to try sincerity, and fuck if it handn’t been a long time since she tried that on a man. 

“I saw our future. The both of us. We’re… together. We love each other”, he says this shyly. 

‘Jesus kill me now.’ Elena thinks, trying to keep her face impassive.

“I don’t believe in magic, and I certainly don’t believe in love,” Elena counters back, getting tired of this. She is way off mission and potentially in danger? It was hard to tell anymore.

“You will, and yes you do.” Bruno he moves that hand from her wrist to her hand, gently holding it. 

‘The fucker looks like he is already in love,’ Elena realized staring at him. ‘How long has he entertained this delusion, waiting for a random woman to apply this fantasy to?’

Elena was so confused and wary of the situation. Viv said run, but an opportunity was presenting itself. Usually, she would seduce men and run. But now, if she played his little game of “True Love”, could she have all the intel she wanted from this poor man? It felt wrong to her, he obviously was not well. But, this score would set them for life and it wasn’t just her that depended on it. She hated herself for it, but made a decision.

“I’ve been hurt before, it’s so hard to trust.” Elena said, allowing her doe eyes to project the vulnerability of a younger, dumber version of herself. 

Julieta and Milo were cooking breakfast for the campers one morning when Milo noticed Julieta seemed a bit distracted. He followed her gaze to see where she was looking and smirked when he realized just who she was looking at.

“You’re staring at Ren again,” he teased lightly. 

“—! I am not! Just cook your eggs, Milo. Or they’ll turn out runny - again.”

“Wh— hey, my eggs are perfectly fine! Maybe if someone wasn’t watching girls all morning, they’d see that.”

“Shh…” Julieta kept her face down, trying to hide she was blushing as she concentrated on her eggs.

They cooked in silence a few moments before Milo spoke up again. “So… is ‘senorita perfecta’ a little bit gay?” He teased. 

“I’m not perfect,” she rolled her eyes at the nickname. 

“Oh I know; if you were, your cooking would be better.” 

Julieta snapped her head up, debating whether to elbow him or make a snide comment in return. 

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question.” 

Julieta blushed again. “I-I’m not gay. I definitely like guys…”

“But…?”

Julieta sighed, preparing herself mentally to admit this aloud. “But… turns out, I like girls, too.”

Milo smiled and clapped Julieta on the back congratulatory like.

As they started getting the food ready to serve to the campers, Milo continued to nudge Julieta about this new discovery. “So… Ren, huh? I thought you were crushing on Elena.”

“I think Elena just awoke something inside me… Wait, how do you know about that?” She paused a moment before grumbling under her breath. “Pepa…” That was told in confidence; of course she blabbed. 

“Hey,” came a husky voice that set a small fire to Julieta’s loins. 

Work, brain. Say something back! Don’t just stand there! Julieta’s brain was racing a mile a minute while she stared dumbfounded at her fellow counselor. Her fellow attractive counselor. She finally spoke up, barely managing a “Sup?” Sup? Are you for real right now? What is wrong with you?

Ren grinned and sort of gave her a head nod. “The campers are on their way.” 

There she was again, frozen to the spot, unable to come up with a normal response. “Dope.” The word tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it. She just knew her cheeks were completely flushed, and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. 

Once Ren turned away to go help usher the young campers in to line up for breakfast, Milo leaned over and said to Julieta with a mocking snicker, “Dope”. 

Julieta hid her face in her hand. “Ay, Dios mío… Just kill me…” she groaned, embarrassed. 

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Milo belongs to @seanettlles