Señora Velasco….💀
I'm howling. Yes they were good "friends" 😏
In their youth they dated for a bit but eventually they broke up and Jose left Encanto without even saying bye to Chepe.
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Señora Velasco….💀
I'm howling. Yes they were good "friends" 😏
In their youth they dated for a bit but eventually they broke up and Jose left Encanto without even saying bye to Chepe.

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«having finished with the horses, the guys moved towards the forest. Previously, they often walked in this area when little José came to visit Chepe with his father. José remembers Chepe as a small, cheeky, hooligan boy who could be very sweet and gentle at times. He's changed now. Guzman stole a glance at him. Thick, short hair, beautiful build, strong hands. José forgot that Chepe has such beautiful big blue eyes and long eyelashes. have it always been like this? Noticing that José is starting to openly stare, he looks away in embarrassment and clenches a toothpick between his teeth. "Stop it," the guy thinks. He forbids himself to think about guys in a romantic way»
Ooooh. Poor José, conflicted about his sexuality (I mean can you blame him when Chepe is around?) and not allowing himself to feel the way he feels. I’m honestly glad he’s bi and not gay, because my heart would be broken if he’d had to marry a woman for appearances rather than love. Luckily, he fell in love with Alice and was very happy with her, so that helps. It still hurts that he had to hide that side of himself. I wonder how different things might have been if they’d lived in an open, accepting society.
And Chepe just looks so beautiful here. Those EYES (and whore lashes obv). Ugh.
Lethal Amigos: Narco AU
“To Survive in This Town”
By @senshirei / @dos-mariposas
Lethal Amigos created by @lethalamigos Estevan & Chepe are @papermachette’s OC
Part 3/? - also on AO3 HERE
Late Thursday night, Chepe was laying spread out of his tatty couch, eyes half closed, an almost empty bottle of tequila on the table. He wasn’t sleeping, but the banging on the door still made his heart jolt out of his chest as he jumped up, immediately grabbing his gun from the table and blinking rapidly to try clear his head from the drug come-down and the fog of tequila swirling around his mind.
“Open up, Chi Chi!” the song-song voice carried through the door to Chepe’s pounding head. Chepe rolled his eyes. Not that fucking hijueputa. He wasn’t in the mood for Estevan’s games tonight.
“What do you want, Estevan?” he growled through the door. “It’s nearly fucking midnight!”
“Just open the door, amigo,” Estevan continued, his cheery voice doing very little to hide the venom beneath it. Chepe hadn’t known the minor-league gang member long, but he already know three important facts: one, Estevan thought he was much more important and powerful than he really was. Two, despite this, he was not someone to get on the wrong side of, and was currently Chepe’s only ticket to surviving in this town. And three, he was a fucking prick.
Chepe:"Favorite position? Doggy-"
Gaspar, breaking the door down:"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT A WEREWOLF WOULD SAY"
HAHAHAHAHAHA Yeah I could see him doing that.
Gaspar is @my-gunpowder OC
Lethal Amigos Narco AU:
“Better Not Bite The Hand That Feeds You”
By @senshirei / @dos-mariposas
Part 2/?
Chepe and Estevan - Original Characters by @papermachette ( @lethalamigos )
“Here.” Estevan handed Chepe the heavy brown bag. “That’s $300 mil pesos worth of cocaine. You sell it for double that or don’t even think about working for anyone in this town.”
Chepe raised an eyebrow at the man and placed the bag on the table beside him. Estevan was a cocky hijueputa who acted as if he were more important than he was, as if he were a leader in the Santos del Norte gang; but Chepe was running out of money fast and his lifelong skills as a farmer were not in high demand in the city. Estevan had found Chepe, half drunk, in his new local bar, and after some aggressive back and forth, they soon both realised that it could be a beneficial relationship for both of them.
“And hey, since you’re the new guy, and I got a good feeling about you, this is on the house,” Estevan reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small clear baggie stuffed with white powder. “It’s my own special blend - this sells for top price on the streets, but I’m feeling generous. Enjoy.”
He tossed the drugs at Chepe, who raised his fist and caught the bag in midair, not even pausing a beat before tossing it straight back.
“I don’t need your drugs. I’m here to make money and stay out of fucking trouble. I’ll make you triple back on these,” he gestured at the bag on the table, “so I don’t need your charity.”
Estevan frowned and caught the bag, and began passing it from hand to hand as a slow smile crept onto his face. He sat the small baggie down beside the cocaine Chepe was to sell to whoever was willing to buy - the lowlifes living on the streets dying for a fix, the businessman needing a hit to get through his lunchtime meeting, the society woman who did lines in the bathroom as she powdered her nose. “Heh. You really are a little chihuahua, aren’t you? You better not bite the hand that feeds you, perro.”
Chepe growled at the man before him. “Don’t fucking call me that. Only one person ever called me that, and he’s… not in my fucking life anymore.” He took a step toward Estevan, who held his hands up in front of him in mock surrender.
“Ay, ay, Chihuahua. How about Chi? You might want to take something to help you relax, parcero. You don’t want to mess with the wrong people out here. You’re not in your little village any more… what was it again, Enchinto?”
Chepe gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists to stop himself punching the smug look off of the man in front of him. He breathed deeply in and out through his teeth, clenching his jaw to stop himself retaliating or saying a word.
“Fine. No doubt I’ll find out all about you soon enough, Chi Chi.” Chepe’s eyes blazed with the ridiculous nickname. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other if you want to make it in this town. You might want to stay on my good side, amigo.” He cocked his head to the side with a short, sarcastic snigger; enjoying the rage he was causing in Chepe, but careful not to push the man too far. He’d heard the rumours - Chepe was from the town people had spoken of for years, but no one was quite sure they believed in. The town where magic could get you anything you wanted. And Estevan wanted everything.
“Remember - I want at least double those prices back. You have until the end of the week.” The Santos del Norte gangster reached out and snagged an almost-full bottle of whisky sitting on the counter beside Chepe. “Perfect, I could do with a drink. And hey, I gave you a little something-” he nodded toward the packet of white powder, “and you give me a little something. Looks like we both win, Chi Chi.”
“What the fuck-” Chepe began, but Estevan was already out the door. Chepe let himself drop down to sit on the tatty couch - the only piece of comfortable furniture in the shack he now called home. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He could kill for a whisky now, that fucking pendajo. He opened his eyes and looked at the small bag on the table. No. He’d never done drugs before and he didn’t need to now. But fuck, his head was pounding and he was all too aware of the silence filling the room. Chepe never did well on his own. His own head was a dangerous place without the distraction of alcohol swimming in his veins, or a soft, eager girl under his body or strong hands holding his hips from behind, bending him over and-
Fuck.
He gave it five more minutes, and then he snorted his first line.

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In this AU they will live happily for 10 years outside of Encanto, until during one of the shootings the bandits shoot Chepe.. 😔
Not coping well with this one, boys 😭😭😭
Soooo…. Looks like I’m gonna be pretending this au doesn’t exist 😂 This is officially the Narco au “Bad Ending” 🥺💔😢
WELCOME TO ENCANTOLAND!!!
A theme park design based off the wonderful movie: Encanto! The process was tough but at the end it was worth it :’)) This project is finally done! WOOHOO!!
The Madrigal triplets 💛💚💙
A gift for @rinnysega the creator of “the precipice”. A gift that attempts to hurt her as much as she hurt me. Gonna go cry some more now. Good job @rinnysega will send you my therapy bill.❤️💕
Fanart of my fanfics is the highest form of compliment!! My ultimate love language!!!
Thank you so much! I’m glad you’re enjoying my story 🥺🥺🥺
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Have a Drabble with Hernando and Paola ~
(Contains The Precipice Spoilers to ch 13)

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Lethal Amigos Narco AU: “A Very Lucrative Client”
By @senshirei / @dos-mariposas
Part 1/?
Estevan ( @papermachette ‘s OC) and Carla (my OC)
Carla watched her boyfriend cutting and sectioning the pile of white powder on the table between them with a bored expression. She bent her head down and used a rolled up bill to snort one of the lines of powder he’d set aside for her, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand and sniffing a few times. He always kept his strains separate - the best, the purest; for the two of them and the Boss. The middle of the road for the new customers and the ones he wanted to keep on the good side of. And the shitty mix of mainly talc and crushed painkillers for the low lives he’d got hooked and who would take whatever they could get, whatever they could afford, to stay alive.
Carla licked her ring finger and ran it along the residue left on the table from her line, collecting whatever dust was left. She leaned over the low table, one knee climbing on it, to be able to reach across to Estevan and press her coated finger against his lips. He barely stopped what he was doing to part his lips, letting her slide her finger into his mouth and gently rub the powder along his gums.
“Come on, Papi, you’ve been at this for hours already. Let’s have some fun!” she pouted, bringing her other knee onto the table so she was fully kneeling on it, taking her finger out of his mouth and sucking on it herself.
For real though
Art trade with talented writer @rinnysega
She traded me with the most beautiful story of Briana’s birth
This comic takes place in the beautiful Chapter 13 of Precipice Fanfic by @rinnysega which you can find HERE.
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If you haven’t read @rinnysega ‘s The Precipice, I advise you do.
There’s a lot that leads up to this scene, and honestly if you’d just showed me this art without context I’d have been like “holy shit this is amazing” (because this artist has my whole heart) but in order to fully appreciate it you HAVE to read the whole fic. Trust me.
I’m not a crier. I loooove angst, but I honestly don’t feel sad reading things very much. But honestly, Chapter 13 of The Precipice - it was unexpectedly heartbreaking and I genuinely had to take pause and do something else for a few minutes before I was able to read on. It’s just… it’s loss. It’s grief. It’s a very unique kind of pain, the kind of pain that comes from making an impossible choice that you feel you have to make even though it would be easier to cut out your own heart and feed it to the wolves. It’s an empty kind of pain. The kind of pain that makes you think, was it worth the joy? Was it worth being happy, if this is how it feels when it’s taken away? They say “it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”, but is it? There’s cruelty in allowing someone to feel so much joy, so much love, so much acceptance, and then ripping it all away. And to be the one that actually condemns yourself? To be the one to make that choice?
Well, can we blame Bruno for then always running away when things get hard? When closing yourself off is the only way to survive?
A little Julieta, as a treat.
night mode
Okay, so Bruno’s eyes being hazel and sometimes looking brown and sometimes looking green is yet another nod to his being between (a balance, but also literally being positioned in the middle of) his sisters with their respective brown and green eyes, yes?
Yes. And it’s wonderful and one of the many things I love about the triplets as an ensemble.
@dikanamai Yesssssssss!
The tree trunk. The family’s spine and stability. Their heart (👆🏼 clearly), their center. All that, and his name can mean “armor, protection.”
Love him. Love him, love him. Love the details in this film.

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inspired by a headcanon i saw the other day where baby mira asked julieta to heal her after the failed ceremony :")
more cuz the eyes need to be protected