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Encanto side blog | main @ednakrabappel | 31 year old

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New Encanto fic. First chapter is up!

It’s a royal fantasy au with an estranged family member and spoiler: it’s not Bruno!

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Them looking on at Pepa who’s having the time of her life, finally relaxed...and just being so happy for her. 

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I got this commission from @kinschi and I am still just speechless with how it turned out! This is a scene from my fic Gray Skies Are Gonna Clear Up with Pepa Madrigal and my OC Milena Flores. I am forever happy with this beautiful drawing; it’s exactly how I imagined the scene!!! 💖💖

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Needed to draw 'em. ^^ (and I'm on Instagram)

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Like this?

Tumblr is cutting it off a little but ya get the gist. 💛💛💛

Also on Instagram!

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Here have Pepa being a mom bc there is a severe lack of positive Pepa content:/

(Also I had fun drawing new clothes)

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I made an Encanto OC!

After thinking about it for months, and with help and support from amazing people these last weeks, I finally did it...

So I present to you Diego Orozco (who I'll call Diegoo for differentiation purposes)

Its still work in progress but more art and info about him under the cut!

Diegoo was born in the Encanto five years after its creation (which means he's 5 years younger than the triplets). His family has a farm, they raise chickens, goats, sheep and cows. Their main production is milk and cheese, but they also sell eggs and wool.

He works at the farm since he was a child, and gets really close to the animals. His father wanted him to learn how to maintain the farm and was really strict about it. His mother on the other hand was sweet and warm, she taught him how to weave, knit, music and never let him abandon school.

As a teen he was a troublemaker, he likes attention and has lots of energy, he wasn't a bully but can be rude when trying to play, he's rough and has trouble reading the room. He's bad at respecting limits, basically, but wants people to like him. Diegoo is a sensitive guy, but doesn't like to show his emotions, he feels like a burden when talking about how he feels.

Of the triplets, he's closer to Julieta, but not super close because she's always busy and had to grow up too fast. He's scared of Pepa and feels protective over Bruno because he's Julieta's baby brother (yes, he's still older but Diegoo doesn't care)

Once he's an adult he takes whole control of the farm, his father being too old to do it by himself. They sell the cows except one he's particularly close to, a jersey cow named Moonica.

He loves animals, refuses to sell meat. He likes children and loves having them around the farm. He obviously loves all the Madrigal kids just because they're kids, but plays favorites with Antonio and Camilo. (Idk how Pepa would feel about this)

His hair is black, curly and messy. His eyes look tired. He wears open overalls, tied around his waist when it's hot. His wool bracelet is really important to him, it's a gift from his mother.

Other facts: he has a heartbreaker reputation because some families tried to marry their daughters to him, he accepted the gifts and the dates but never formalized. Truth is, he's gay. He's scared of fire. His favorite color is dark blue and several parts of his farm are painted dark blue. He plays the guitar. Likes singing, bad singer.

He rescues an abandoned puppy which turns out to be a shepherd, he keeps him and calls him Lulo. They are always together, Lulo is a precious dog, playful and protective, kind with other animals and people. His collar is made of wool by Diego with the same techniques he learnt from his mother.

His name was pretty random, tbh, but I really liked Diego Orozco because it references two important Mexican artists (Diego Rivera and Jose Clemente Orozco) which is funny because he's not an artist nor Mexican, but I am, okay? Lulo is the name of a fruit and I have a tendency of naming pets after food. Moonica is just cute.

In modern AUs he's either a Vet or Vet student.

Art by me! Please follow my art blog: @lactucat-art and if you want to play Barbies, collaborate or anything feel free to send a DM. This has been a fun experience. Please embrace my child and his dog, I love them. And pardon my English, I'm sick and thinking slowly

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I FINISHED MY MAIN ENCANTO FIC! IT IS FIVE CHAPTERS AND AN EPILOGUE AND I AM VERY PROUD OF MYSELF!! <3 <3 <3

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Pepa ☀️💛💕

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Isabela’s animation test is the best thing ever

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Alma: Julieta, you are and your siblings are of an age now that you need to be thinking about marriage. Now I have lined up some eligible men for you and your sister that I think are suitable and worthy of being your husbands.

Julieta: *glances at each of the boys. She knows them all, of course. She’d grown up with each of them. They weren’t really anyone she was interested in.*

*suddenly a man strolls up, tripping over his own two feet, landing flat on his face. It was Agustín.*

Julieta: that one. I want that one.

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LEARNING HER GIFT

“Mamí, do I have to?” Little Pepa whined. “I wanna play with my friends!”

Pepa, along with her two siblings, had only recently received their gifts from the candle - the Miracle, and their mother was wanting to make sure they learned to use the gifts wisely. Alma was taking Pepa to Jacinta Flores’ house to water her garden. She was then taking Julieta to the town square with a basket of arepas she had helped make, in hopes of finding someone to try to heal. Bruno would be coming along, too, of course; perhaps someone could use a vision. 

“You may play once you water the Flores’ garden.”

“But what if I can’t make it rain?” Pepa still didn’t quite understand the extent of her magic. Did her mother want her to cry? That’s how it rained, right? 

“Just try, Pepita; that’s all I’m asking.” Once they arrived at the Flores’ home, Pepa let go of her mother’s hand and ran to greet her friends - the two daughters of Señora Flores - Milena and Nena. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to fetch you.”

“Are you here to play, Pepa?” Milena grinned, happy to see her friend. 

“Yes, but first I have to water your garden. Mamá wants me to use my magic gift.”

“Don’t you have to cry to make it rain? So you gotta think of something really sad?” Milena asked. 

“I accidentally stepped on a beetle yesterday,” Nena offered. “That was kind of sad.”

“Poor beetle,” Milena agreed sadly. 

“That’s not really sad enough to cry over…” Pepa frowned, trying to think of something sad enough to make her cry. “Oh! Yesterday at school, that older girl Daniela was picking on me again. I think she was mad because I made recess get cancelled with my rain… I didn’t mean to!!” The wind started picking up as Pepa became anxious thinking about Daniela. “She’s so mean!” A cloud appeared above her head and thunder starting rolling. 

Though not quite the effect she had wanted, Milena and Nena both seemed impressed. “You made a cloud!” They said in unison, absolutely in awe at the magic. 

“Yes, but it’s rain we need. I’ll never get it right…” Pepa’s face scrunched up in frustration before sitting down with a sad sigh. Soon, water began hitting her on the head. She had made it rain! She could now water the garden. 

The twins rejoiced and watched excitedly as their friend watered the garden. 

“¡Gracias, Pepa!” Señora Flores waved from the doorway of their home.

“¡De nada!” Pepa responded, smiling through her tears that were slowing down. This gift was hard work, but she was determined to figure it out. 

“Hooray!” Milena said. “Now we can play! Tag - you’re it, Pepa!” She tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Bet you can’t catch us!”  

Pepa grinned, running after the other two girls with a giggle. The running would do her good; she needed to dry off after getting wet from her cloud. 

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Here is my Encanto fic! I should have chapter five up relatively soon. If you give it a read, I’d be soooo appreciative 🥰

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🎶 K-I-S-S-I-N-G 🎶 (summer camp au)

Milena was on her way back to camp after taking a group of kids on a nature hike. She just loved being in the outdoors, sharing her knowledge of flora. She had made up a scavenger hunt list for the kids to search for different types of plants, and they had really seemed to enjoy learning in the form of a game.

They came upon another group of campers in a yoga session with Pepa, and Milena hadn’t realized she’d stopped in her tracks until one of the kids spoke up.

“Why did we stop?”

“She’s looking at Pepa,” another said.

“Because she’s in love with her!” One teased.

“Don’t be silly! They’re both girls!”

“So? Girls can like girls, too!”

The kids arguing snapped Milena out of her trance, and she blushed, clearing her throat. “S-sorry. Move along, children.”

But the kids didn’t quite let up. They started teasing even more in sing-song, as children do.

Pepa was showing the children how to take nice calming breaths to relax and center themselves. A slow, deep breath in. A slow, deep breath out, saying with a long, calming sigh, “Clear skies…” Breath in again…. Clear skies…

“Milena and Pepa, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the kids started to sing rather loudly.

Milena felt her face get very hot. The children’s teasing had been heard by the other group, and Pepa’s next deep breath in led to a very ragged breath out, followed by an intense wave of anxiety through her body. She glanced back at the group of singing kids, running her fingers nervously through her hair. Milena and Pepa made eye contact for a brief moment, and both girls blushed and turned away quickly to focus back on their group of kids.

Milena hurried her group along, mortified.