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You just combined two of my fixations

You never cease to amaze me, mi amor.

Just imagine a WenQi au where LQR is La Murte and WRH is Xibalba.

Cursed Couple by Shorimochi is one of my favorite WenQi fics but it's sad that CC was their last fic from 2022.

I still follow WenQi but I wanna see one of the WenQi writers to create an au inspired by the Book of Life.

I love love LOVE the Book of Life and it was a childhood classic for me and my siblings. One of my favorite parts of the movie were the songs. I love it so much to this day and I would love to see a WenQi fic of this :D

Parents Day

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Paring: Xavier Thorpe x Mexican!Reader

Summary: it’s parent’s day and Xavier is finally going to meet his girlfriend’s parents.

Warnings: Spanish with translation. Boyfriend!Xavier, involved parents, probably many spelling mistakes

A/N: Since I don’t know much folklore or mythical creatures from different Latin American countries, I made the reader to be a catrina like La Muerte from Book of Life because it revolves around Mexican culture and that’s the culture I know the most. If you haven’t seen The Book of Life, La Muerte is made entirely of white sugar candy with knee-length black licorice hair that is tied in a low ponytail and multi-colored glowing eyes with aqua eyeshadow that are in shades of gold and red. Though a catrina itself is just a skeleton, La Muerte is different. La Muerte has magic to transform herself into a human, has telekinesis, can revive anything including nature, controls and generates fire, and in her catrina form, she leaves trail of marigold petals and levitates herself. So to avoid any confusion in Nevermore, Y/N is usually in the human form that she has created for herself. When her parents come in for parents day, they are in their catrina form. Xavier knows Y/N is a catrina but he has NEVER seen her in her catrina form. Understand? Cool.

This is how La Muerte looks, Y/N’s catrina form is basically like that but smaller since Y/N is younger. Y/N’s mom is basically La Muerte in her Catrina form

Y/N was hanging in Xavier’s art shed, just watching him paint.

“Are you excited for parents day tomorrow?” Xavier asked Y/N as she plays with the marigold plant she gave Xavier last week. “Kinda, why?” Y/N asked. “So I can finally meet your parents. You barely talk about them. Like I know you talk to them on the phone a lot but you never talk to me about them.” Xavier said as he got closer to Y/N. “There’s not much to tell, we’re a very Mexican family.” Y/N commented, waving her hand over the marigold so more flowers can sprout.

“Well I cant wait to meet them. I’ve even been practicing my Spanish.” Xavier said, sitting next to Y/N. “That’s good that you’ve been practicing.” Y/N commented. “I do have a question though, how come I’ve never seen you in your Catrina form?” Xavier asked. Y/N was shocked at the question, for the years you guys have been friends, months of dating, he has never asked this before. “I’ve been reading up on Catrinas so I don’t say anything stupid in front of your parents, right? In this book of Mexican Folklore, it says that a Catrina is made up of white sugar, candy, has black licorice for hair, their eyes are glowing candles, their faces are decorated, their clothes are made up of candy too. Catrinas are literally made up of sugar, slice, and everything nice! But they have the ability to take on different human forms. I’ve always seen you in your human for, how come I’ve never seen you in Catrina form?”

For Y/N it was a sensitive topic. Not that she didn’t like her Catrina form, she LOVED it, it was very beautiful, reminds her of when she would visit Mexico and see all her relatives. However, being the only Catrina in Nevermore, Y/N became self conscious.

“I’m not entirely comfortable with being in my Catrina form in front of people that are not my family.” Y/N said, when Xavier was about to say something, Y/N’s phone rang, a Luis Miguel song playing, Y/N got off the seat and walked towards his paintings. “My mom, LOVES him, bueno? (Hello)” Y/N answered the phone.

“Hola mi amor! Como has estado? Mañana es el Parents Day de tu escuela así que tu padre y yo vamos a estar contigo todo el día, llevaremos a tu hermano, me encantaría conocer a todos tus amigos. (Hello my love. How have you been? Tomorrow is Parents Day at your school so your dad and I will be with you the entire day, we’ll bring your brother with us too, I would love to meet all of your friends)” her mom said.

“Sí, claro mami. Van a estar con su forme humano o Catrina? (Yeah, of course. Are you guys gonna be in human form or Catrina form?)” Y/N asked. “Forme humano para no llamar mucho la atención. Pero eso sí, cuando ya me cansé, me vuelvo catrina, no entiendo como puedes mantenerte en forme humano todo el tiempo, aveces cansa (Human for to lay low. But once I’m tired, I’m going back to my Catrina form, I don’t get how you can stay in your human form all the time, it’s exhausting)” her mom commented. “Si lo sé, te hablo luego, adios (Yeah, I know, I’ll talk to you after, bye)” Y/N hung up the phone, Xavier just stared at her. “What?”

“I just love hearing you speak Spanish.” Xavier said with a loving smile. “Maybe you could teach me Spanish!” Xavier said, Y/N just laughed in disbelief, “Last time I tried teaching you Spanish, you didn’t pay attention like at all, so no. Stick to duolingo, guapo.” Y/N commented. “I know that word! It means handsome, right?” Xavier asked Y/N as he got up to stand in front of her, his hands on her hips. “Yes it does, good job.” Y/N said, Xavier leaned down and kissed her. They continued kissing until they ran out pf breath. “If we keeping kissing like that, I won’t be able to stop.” Xavier said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’m going back to my dorm, don’t stay here too late.” Y/N said, giving Xavier one final kiss before leaving his art shed. As Y/N was walking back to Ophelia Hall, she was making figures with her fire powers, so much fun. She saw Yoko and Enid talking.

“Finally you’re here! We’re having a sleepover in the dorm, Divina and Wednesday are coming too.” Yoko told Y/N. “Are you sure Wednesday is the sleepover type?” Y/N asked, looking at Enid. “Maybe she’ll surprise you. I can’t wait to meet your parents tomorrow! What are they like? Are they really made out of candy? Are they coming in their Catrina form? I was asking Wednesday about Catrinas because Xavier has the book.” Enid said and Y/N was shocked. “Why do you want to learn about Catrinas?”

“Because you are one! No one is teaching us about different creatures and outcasts from around the world so I gotta learn.” Enid said. They entered Yoko and Y/N’s dorm and waited for Divina and Wednesday for the sleepover. “How is your mom dealing with the whole ‘not being able to wolf out’ thing?” Yoko asked Enid as Enid was painting Y/N’s nails a pastel blue color. “She’s not handling it well, I swear, we she comes for Parents Day, it’s going to be awful. I’m better off meeting Ajax’s parents, that doesn’t sound too bad, actually.” Enid said, a few minutes later Divina and Wednesday showed up. “Girls, you’re just in time, sit on the floor, let’s get started.” Yoko said.

Meanwhile Xavier and Ajax were playing video games. “Dude, I just don’t know what to say to her parents. What if they don’t speak English?” Xavier said. “There’s a reason why you’ve been learning Spanish. Just relax, her parents can’t be different from Y/N, you’ve been learning about Catrinas, why are so nervous about meeting them tomorrow?” Ajax asked, they have been having this same conversation for a week.

“I don’t know, i just want to make a good first impression.” Xavier said. “I’m sure you will. Now one last round before you go back to your dorm.” Ajax said.

The next day was Parents Day, Principal Weems finished her announcement. Enid was sitting with her parents, Wednesday was with her parents and Pugsley, Xavier and Y/N were sitting together at a table, talking to Ajax.

“There is no way you stoned yourself. I thought there were some showers without the mirrors.” Y/N said as she laughed after hearing Ajax’s story about why he couldn’t make his date with Enid. “There are! Those were taken though, such a horrible experience, even if it does last a couple of hours.” Ajax said. “My folks are here, I’ll talk to you guys later.” Ajax said, hugging both Y/N and Xavier. When Y/N and Xavier were talking, Y/N saw her parents walks in…they were in Catrina form. “Ay, no manches (no way)” Y/N said looking at her mom, she walked towards her parents.

“Hola hoja, como has estado? (Hi, how have you been?)” Y/N’s dad asked her, hugging her. “Pensé que iban a estar en forme humano, qué pasó? (I though you guys were gonna be in human form, what happened)” Y/N asked her dad, getting out of his hug. “Dante quería estar en su forme alebrije, por lo menos tu hermano está en forme humano (Dante wanted to be in his alebrije form, at least your brother is in human form)” Y/N’s mom said. “You couldn’t give me a warning?” Y/N asked her brother. “I would have but mom took away my phone.” Y/N’s brother said, she was gonna keep talking to him until she felt Xavier come up from behind her and hugged her.

“Are these your parents, babe?” Xavier asked. “Obviously, mami, papi, él es Xavier, mi novio. (Mom, dad, he is Xavier my boyfriend.)” Y/N said. “Mucho gusto conocerlos, señor y señora, mi español no es muy bueno pero estoy tratando lo mejor que puedo (nice you meet you, my Spanish isn’t really good but I’m doing the best I can)” Xavier said and Y/N looked proud, she kissed his cheek.

“Well, Xavier, it is nice to meet you too. Where are your parents?” You mom asked in English but with an accent. “My dad couldn’t make it.” Xavier said. “Oh that’s fine son, just spend the day with us, it will be fun, we brought tacos.” Y/N’s dad said. Xavier smiled, “I would love that, thank you.”

They went to the park/picnic area of the school so they could eat. “Here you go, honey, you should add the salsa to your taco, it tastes so good.” Y/N’s mom said. “Sure, thank you, is it spicy?” Xavier asked. “No, not really.” The whole family replied, Xavier added the salsa to his taco and took a big bite, a few seconds later, his eyes were watering and drank about half his bottle of water. “That’s really spicy, what the heck.” Xavier said.

“Rule number one; of a Mexican says something isn’t spicy, it is. If they say it’s a little spicy, it’s very spicy. If they says it’s very spicy, don’t eat it. Now you’re all caught up.” Y/N said as she finished her taco. The day continued that way until everyone’s parents had to leave, they said their goodbyes and now Xavier and Y/N were in his shed.

“I wanted to show you something. But first close your eyes.” Y/N said. Xavier did what she asked. “Okay, now open them.” Xavier opened his eyes and low and behold, Y/N was in her Catrina form. She looks very similar to her mom, except instead of having a big hat with candles and skulls, Y/N had a flower crown made out of marigolds, with 3 small skulls, and 2 small candles. Her dress was made up of cherry fruit roll ups, decorated with marigolds, the hem of the dress was lined with candles as well but the dress went up to their knee.

“What do you think?” Y/N said, she was floating, gauging Xavier’s reaction. “You look absolutely beautiful. Can I paint you like this?” Xavier asked. “Sure.” Y/N “flew” to the stool that Xavier longed her to, leaving a trail of marigold petals and she sat on the stool. “Is this pose fine, Xavi?” Y/N asked. “Yeah, babe, you’re good.” After about 2 hours of painting, Xavier was finished. Xavier showed Y/N the painting and when she saw it, she was so happy, his painting was amazing. He moved his hand in front of the painting to make it move and the Catrina in the portrait began dancing and twirling around. Y/N went back to her human form.

“Xavier, I love it, it turned out so beautiful.” Y/N hugged Xavier and Xavier kissed her forehead. “Of course, this is probably one of my favorite paintings yet. You, my love, are a walking work of art.” Xavier said and kissed Y/N. “You’re so sweet. Let’s go to your dorm though, maybe I can thank you a little more intimately.” Y/N said as they walked out of his shed.

Hope you guys like it, if you know of any other “mythical creatures” native of Latin American countries, it would awesome if you let me know. If not, every Hispanic outcast reader will be a Catrina or a Nagual.

Happy the Book of Life ten years yahooo🦅

Lo triste del final

Después de un tiempo, mientras sentado en una silla del comedor de la sala me encontraba, me volví a encontrar con la muerte.

A horas de la madrugada, ya casi a las 3:25, aparece de entre los pasillos de la sala y se me acerca. La única luz encendida estaba sobre mi cabeza, y a mi alrededor solo había oscuridad. Su presencia fue tomando forma ante mis ojos poco a poco mientras se iba acercando a la luz.

- Si quieres siéntate, en un rato me voy a dormir - le dije.

Estuve semanas procrastinando y consumiendo café de manera desproporcionada, ya en horas de la madrugada no había podido conciliar el sueño, así que esto no es nuevo, sin embargo, en esta ocasión no esperaba que apareciera nuevamente la muerte.

- Esto ya lo he visto. Sinceramente es más común de lo que puedes imaginar que muchas personas se tomen un momento del día para meditar, para pensar en profundidad o mostrarse en trance mientras sus miradas se pierden en el vacío de la nada, así que no pienses que he venido porque tu final está cerca - me dijo, luego tomó asiento.

En algún momento de mi vida me encontré con este personaje. En muchas ocasiones aparece espontáneamente y como por arte de magia en mi camino, y comparte extraños diálogos conmigo hasta que luego, en un instante de distracción, desaparece. Luego hago el papel de idiota y la gente piensa que hablo solo en lugares públicos. Sin embargo, hay algo que no he podido olvidar, y es que desde el primer encuentro me dejó muy en claro que solo quienes estén cerca de acabar con su vida por motivos personales podrán verlo como una persona, pero conmigo ha sido un misterio su presencia que hasta resulta poco serio contarlo a alguien más y tener la convicción de que creerá cada una de mis palabras.

- ¿Sabes? A veces tengo miedo de que lo que digas sea cierto y uno de estos días vengas por mí, a veces espero tu compañía porque de alguna forma tu presencia me resulta magnífica, como una cosa divina, pero hoy no sé qué me haces sentir. Estás aquí y me dices que todavía no es mi final, ¿Por qué has venido entonces? - le dije.

- ... - prefirió no contestar.

A veces doy muchas vueltas en mis propios pensamientos y miedos reprimidos y suelo pensar que un día de estos mi vida pudiese acabar por obra mía, de alguna forma que yo me busqué.

Una aventura sin objetivo, un camino sin final o una carrera sin meta podría ser una forma de resumir la búsqueda de luz en mi alma y paz en su interior. Quisiera encontrar esa razón que me haga sentir que mi vida tiene un porqué y un objetivo al que pueda llegar, y luego esperar con antelación la presencia de la muerte y decirle: «Hoy sí vienes por lo que deberías».

Esa madrugada fue extraña, porque solo fue silencio mientras mis dedos jugaban con una taza de café vacía, y en frente de mí la deidad más temida por todo ser humano. Sin fuerzas para seguir despierto decidí levantarme y decirle por última vez...

- Me alegra que entre tanta soledad aún pueda contar con tu presencia, es un lindo detalle. Tal vez en algún momento sea mi turno y finalmente, cuando nos encontremos, vendrás para hacer tu trabajo - le dije.

- La muerte está sujeta a causas más complejas. Cuando tu vida encuentre un sentido y sepas hacia donde quieras llevarla la muerte se volverá solo un fenómeno natural e insignificante para ti, algo que ni te molestarás en aceptar. Yo estoy aquí porque tú quieres que yo esté. Me temes, pero constantemente me esperas para sentirte escuchado - dijo.

Fin.

(capitulo II)

Buscando la muerte o buscando a la muerte.

Ayer me encontré con la muerte vestida de negro. Le dije: - ¿No podías ser más obvio? En ese preciso momento pasó una señora, y como me escuchó decir eso empezó a ver a su alrededor, buscando a la persona que estaba conmigo, a quien iban dirigidas mis palabras. La muerte sacó de su rostro una sonrisa, tal vez fui yo el que provocó ese gesto. Le dije: - Eso sí que fue raro. Por un momento pensé decirle a aquella señora: « No hay nada que ver aquí, solo soy yo hablando solo, usted siga caminando». La muerte me respondió: - Voltea y dime si sigue viéndote. Voltee y vi como rápidamente aquella señora volteaba la cara de una manera exagerada, me estaba mirando, y ella sabía que yo la estaba mirando, así que solo siguió caminando. Volví a mirar a la muerte, y le dije: - ¿Cómo supiste lo de aquella señora? Me respondió: - Pues... En realidad me estaba mirando a mí.

Fin.

(capitulo I)

So, I have rediscover Boneheads (made by @Atomi-Cat) and Jack Skellington is La Muerte and Xibalba's son (made by @yuramec). This got me wondering. What if the two are place together?

Ok, this is mainly to see how Manolo will react to this. I mean, imagine finding out that not only is one of your friends the son of two powerful deities in charge of a holiday you celebrate, but they were the same ones who made that wager of you and your friends which cause you to die a early death the first time around.

For me, I imagined this going in two ways:

Manolo found out who Jack's parents are, while Jack himself either didn't know about the wager or knew about it but not to the full extent. You know, like one of those parent lore that gets drop once and is never brought up again. Cue the awkward and tense atmosphere in the air between Manolo and Xibalba while Jack is somewhat oblivious to it, and is trying to ensure that his friends and parents have a wonderful time together.

or

2. Not only does Manolo know who Jack's parents are, but he's also his godfather. Why? I don't know, maybe it was some way to show that all is forgiven and try to move on from the past. Also, it was mentioned that the Sanchez family was La Muerte's favorite due to them flirting with death as bullfighters, so that could have a play in the decision.

Not sure, what does anyone think about this?

🇧🇷 Hoje é dia 2 de Novembro. No Brasil, o que seria o "Dia dos Finados", no México é chamado de o "Dia dos Mortos" (Dia de Los Muertos). “Nesse dia festivo e encantado, as famílias levam comida e ofertas para os túmulos de seus entes queridos.” | 🇲🇽 Hoy es 2 de noviembre. En Brasil, lo que sería el "Dia de Finados", en México se le llama Día de Los Muertos. “En este día festivo y encantado, las familias llevan comida y ofrendas a las tumbas de sus seres queridos.” | 🇬🇧 Today is November 2nd, in Brazil what would be the "Dia dos Finados", in Mexico it is called the "Dia dos Mortos" (Dia de Los Muertos). “On this festive and enchanted day, families bring food and offerings to the graves of their loved ones.”

🎥 Festa no Céu | El Libro de La Vida | The Book of Life (2014).

🎶 “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?”, Rod Stewart.