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A few ‘panels’ of something I’ve been working on that’s inspired by the lovely Stoner-Madrigals Saga written by @includeangieinthesequel and @lariskapargitay

Why is posting stuff hard??

Anyway I hope you enjoy and I sincerely hope that this is worthy of the amazing stories both of these talented women write!

Can you guess which scened these panels were inspired by?

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Stoner Madrigal post!

We’re a day late because capitalism but @lariskapargitay and I wrote a Father’s Day fic!!

Enjoy!!

Shoutout to @pana1023 for inspiring Mirabel’s section with their artwork!

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*dodges tomatoes* The scene is hot okay?

Inspired by chapter 2 of Got To Get You Into My Life by @lariskapargitay and @includeangieinthesequel

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I am not ok.

inspired by @lariskapargitay and @includeangieinthesequel stoner fic series, because these two blowing up their lives with an emotional affair is like catnip to drawing mod who loves messy ships.

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#never gets old #i'll always reblog this

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what a pity... widow so young...

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HOLD THE HELL UP.

Let me state this series had me intrigued because I was like hehehe it’s gonna be a funny story. NO NO NO.

It took me on a wild ass ride and I’m not even done with it. I have laughed. I have felt adult feelings if you know the gist. I have hysterically cried on my floor. I have gasped and I have yelled. It is beautiful and I’m sorry if y’all don’t like it DONT FREAKING READ IT?!?

But for those wanting to look at some newer ships and cry and have a nice story that’s very adult- read it. And if you don’t like it- don’t bitch about it.

Stoner Madrigals

For the last few installments we keep seeing mean comments both on tumblr and on ao3 and it really sucks. If you don’t like a story you don’t have to read it. Talking about it with your friends and how much you dislike it is fine. Posting about it for the authors to see is just rude.

I’m not joking when I say we’re struggling to finish the series because of comments.

I don’t care if you don’t like my story. I care if you choose to post about how much you hate it

#encanto #read this #I’m upset #it got me inspired to write again

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I love your writings! I was wondering if we could get Pepa in a bar fight (at any age really)?

Thank you!! That means a lot to me! And yes, we sure can! The triplets are 18 here. Pepa teaches a bitch the true meaning of “talk shit get hit”. Brief blood mention and obviously plenty of violence.

The triplets entered the bar, winding their way slowly through the groups of people scattered about until they made it to the bartender.

“Two mojitos, please,” Pepa requested, slapping some money down on the counter.

The bartender nodded disinterestedly, shaking a drink in his shaker. “Sure thing.”

They stepped off to the side to wait. A few minutes passed without them getting their drinks. Pepa had begun getting antsy, drumming her fingertips on the counter impatiently. Finally, she’d had enough waiting and marched back over to the bartender.

“Are our drinks going to be ready soon?” She asked sweetly, propping her elbow on the counter.

“They’ll be ready when they’re ready.” The bartender dismissed her with a wave, not even bothering to look at her.

“Because my hermana and I,” Pepa jerked a thumb over at where Julieta was standing, “are getting very,” she leaned down on the counter, far more than necessary, “thirsty.” She twirled a strand of hair flirtatiously and batted her eyelashes.

“Well, I don’t want to keep two pretty girls waiting.” He gulped, raising his eyes back to meet hers. As soon as he poured the drink he’d been making, he got to work on the mojitos. Two mojitos were assembled in record time. “Enjoy your drinks, señorita.” He handed her two very full glasses.

“Gracias,” she thanked him exaggeratedly with a wink before passing a drink over to Julieta. “Our drinks are finally ready,” she announced.

“Great.” Julieta took a long sip through her straw, wincing. “Ay that’s strong!”

“You’re welcome.” Pepa grinned, leaning back on the counter with her elbows and lazily sipping her drink.

Julieta rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Did you flirt with the bartender again?”

“Not flirt, just…remind him that it isn’t nice to keep pretty girls waiting,” Pepa corrected her with an innocent expression on her face, though a smile threatened to crack through her façade.

Julieta opened her mouth to respond, but then they heard a voice say, “Who’s keeping pretty girls waiting?”

Pepa turned around, squealing gleefully when she saw Félix. “Not you, that’s for sure. Hola, mi sol.” She greeted him with a deep kiss.

He snaked an arm around her waist and swung her in a low dip before scooping her back up. “Hola, mi amor.” He nuzzled her nose with his.

Pepa giggled, playing with her hair again. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the bartender watching with a sour expression. Oops. Oh well.

“Showoffs,” Bruno muttered quietly. He was the only one in the group without a drink and had slumped back against the counter, looking utterly miserable.

“You’re not drinking anything?” Félix asked, taking a swig of his beer.

Bruno shook his head. “Had a big vision today. It took a lot out of me. Alcohol would only mess with me more.”

“Oh.” Félix frowned. “Do you want to go home and rest?”

“Like you won’t believe. But Julieta-“

“Julieta thought it would be a good idea for you to leave your tower today,” Julieta cut in smoothly. “That’s right. You spend too much time cooped up in there, hermanito. I worry about you.” Her eyebrows sloped down with concern.

He shrugged. “What do you want me to say? I like it up there. It’s nice and quiet, unlike this bar.” He rubbed his arm, clearly uncomfortable.

“I know, but you need to get out more,” Julieta pleaded. “It’s not good for you to be as alone as you are.”

“We can’t all be social butterflies like you and señorita popular over here.” He gestured over to Pepa, who was already all wrapped up in Félix; both bathed in that “new couple” glow.

“Yes, but there’s a difference between going out constantly and not going out at all,” Julieta pointed out.

“I’m happy living my life the way I am.” Bruno stated with an air of finality. “I like being like this.”

“At least someone does.” A snarky voice broke through the pulsing dance music.

Up until that moment, Pepa had only vaguely been paying attention to what was going on with her siblings. She was having too much fun; her boyfriend was here, and the alcohol had started kicking in. She was feeling floaty and carefree. But that voice caused her to whirl around.

Some girl they went to school with (Pepa couldn’t remember her name for the life of her; they’d never been friends, and with good reason too) was now facing them with her arms crossed.

“What did you say?” Pepa demanded. A small cloud sprung up over her head.

Keep reading

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Not me finishing https://archiveofourown.org/works/37509196/chapters/93615319#workskin and legit BAWLING on the floor.

I never thought I’d ship them BUT DAMN IT. If the author is on here thank you for shattering my heart.

#pepa madrigal

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Had to draw some teenage triplets! I love imagining the shenanigans they'd get into when they were young.. God I hope they expand on it in a series/movie... there's TOO MUCH POTENTIAL ;_;

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all I wanna do is get high and write a fic about the adults getting high off Isabela’s weed

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tldr; discussing fanfic going up, orange is main points. red is tw.

good morning, my loves <3

i’m hoping to actually publish the first part of my pepa/félix fanfic today. i got my covid booster on wednesday and so for the last couple days i’ve had a fever and other side effects on and off, so i didn’t get to finish editing last night.

i will link it below as a reply, but it will be on my ao3.

i currently have a harry potter one-shot up for an example of my writing style if you’re curious. it’s a one-shot detailing narcissa’s struggles in the house of black when andromeda was disowned for being a blood traitor. yes, i am a diehard potterhead. anyway.

for some background information on it, should you be interested, it follows pepa’s experiences growing up with a gift having more drawbacks than benefits. it’s based on canon information as well as headcanons i’ve made based on said canon information. specifically, in pepa trying to understand her mother’s trauma, testing the waters of alma’s relationship to each of her children, working pepa’s dynamic with her siblings, her battle with mental illness, and the entire ordeal with the encanto fading. tw though! some headcanons i’m working into this fic include:

pepa struggles with fertility issues, based on her age gap between dolores (22), camilo (15), and antonio (5) at the time the film took place. tw for miscarriage and grief.

pepa’s inability to control her emotions or self-regulate, is alluding to more severe mental illness than just ‘anxiety’ as many people believe. tw for stigmatized mental illness depictions, though specifics once decided upon will be made known. nothing too extreme, though, as i have borderline personality disorder and am barely making it through recovery <3

pepa has mommy issues, which can be upsetting to many people. if you’re unfamiliar with mommy issues, some things that can come from having a very tense/abusive relationship with your mother can be: trust issues, intimacy issues, body image issues, sensitivities to perceived/actual criticism, underdeveloped boundaries, abandonment issues, trouble with direct communication, etc. so tw for mommy issues and consequences of that! mainly affecting her relationship with félix early on before he supports her emotional healing.

while not intending to, pepa’s issues having directly impacted her children. as much as she tries to model healthier behaviors, especially when félix started helping her reach more neutrality about herself, little things still affect dolores, camilo, and antonio. tw for indirect impact of trauma.

that’s all i can think of right now, but genuinely am hoping to expand and make this more for an adult audience. i think it would be really healing for me to write having difficulties with my sisters and mother based on generational trauma, so i feel like this might help others too.

i should mention, yes there is explicit smut between pepa and félix. i think pepa has a physical touch love language, and sex is a big part of feeling loved for her, so i will probably write a lot of that. so even balance of interesting plot and explicit content, which the pepa/félix tag on ao3 is severely lacking.

anyway. much love!

xx, m.

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someone said the disneyworld encanto section should just be therapy sessions based off of which character you relate to the most im screamingggggg skdnfkrnfksnjdndk

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Pepa pouring a whole can of espresso with no coffee in a cup: *taking a long sip*

Bruno concerned: Is that healthy--?

Pepa deadpan: if my heart stops oh well, ill be seeing death early then. i guess if not, great! its giving me energy.

Bruno still concerned: You still look the same Pepa--

Pepa glaring: It happens on the inside

Bruno: *shouting* Juliii!!!

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Therapist: Now how do you cope with emotions?

Pepa: Its usually me going all out or blacking out

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Pepa- “so since I am having a girl. I gotta learn how to do her hair. “

Bruno- “and..”

Pepa: “can I please braid your hair”

#encanto #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal

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10 year old Bruno: I'M GONNA DO IT! [preparing to jump off Casita]

10 year old Pepa: GO! I'LL CATCH YOU!

10 year old Bruno: OK! 1! 2! 3-

10 year old Julieta: STOP! ARE YOU TWO CRAZY!? you can't let Bruno jump!

10 year old Julieta: you're not going to be able to catch him there, here, stand over here. OK! NOW JUMP!