ok but if you hate me so much then why am i living in your head rent free, broooo? lmaoooo.
made this cover for my frenrey playlist because the brain rot is REALLY setting in. cant get benny out of his head, huh? you hate them, huh? why u so worried about them? why u wanna know where they are so bad? hm? gaydon fruitman?
me and my friend are rping a coffeeshop au for hlvrai because of the devastating lack of them in the ao3 tag… the comedic potential. i still cant decide how i wanna draw benrey in said au. lol idk. is this something.
Some days
ago, I saw this beautiful fanart by @melonsharks and a little idea for a quick fic about young
Alma and little Bruno popped up in my mind, so I couldn’t resist. The last fic
left me eager to write from Alma’s PoV, and this has been the better
opportunity to do it. This one had potential to be a two-parts fic, first half
set in the past and second half set in the end of the movie, when Alma and
Bruno reunite. But finally I decided to write only the part in the past, to not
mess up the order of the rest of my fics (I’m writing them chronologically,
yes, I’m that kind of person XD).
Hope you enjoy the young, broken widow, finding
comfort on her lovely kids :’)
Title: Sana, sana, colita de rana Characters: Alma and Bruno Word Count: 4.179 Rating: G Warnings/Spoilers: none, if you’ve watched the movie. This is a standalone,
though it shares the same background/headcanons as the rest of my fics, since
all of them are part of the same ‘universe’. Anyway, this one takes place when
the triplets are three/four years old, so it’s not necessary to read the others
first. Summary: During those first years setting up the
Encanto, it was easier for Alma to keep busy. There were a lot of things to do
and no time to think. But as the town grew bigger and the life got steadier, her
mind started to waver. Sometimes, she could conceal it. Other times, she
couldn’t. Especially at night, when she couldn’t take refuge in the town’s
hustle and constant responsibilities, and found herself alone at home, taking
care of her children on her own as the widowed mother she was, while seeing the
ghost of the love of her life in their little faces.
