#cocooned

Not really babies but you get the idea. Not my best work, cause I started it when I was half sleep, but I really wanted to draw them.

Really considering doing some more Cocooned content pre revival. I feel like I haven't explored that a lot lmaoooo

Maybe I'll render it later

Thanks a fucking lot Queen Chrysalis and her Changelings for kidnapping them and taking their places. Now all of Hell has now became invaded by Changelings.

Character that’s are cocooned:

Loona, Lucifer, Verosika, Blitzø, Moxxie, Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Beelzebub, Husk, Stolas, Angel Dust, Asmodeus, Sir Pentious, Chazwick, Cherri Bomb, Fizzarolli, Octavia, Millie, Striker, Niffty, Vox, Velvette, and Sallie May. (Including Every demon in hell)

Changeling Cocoon vectors belong to Culu-Bluebeaver on DA!

I got this inspired from one of my best friend @nicky-toony27 :

so uh, i've been brain rotting and hyperfixating on encanto for a bit now, and its been very fun

tho i've barely talked about some of the ideas and aus i have and want to share, so i guess i want to do that now in a way, so uh... (mirabel voice) lets go lets go

List of AUs here:

Time Travel AU

Big Hero 6 AU

[Redacted] AU (not the au's actual name, hidden for reasons)

Ghost Cocoon AU (fusion idea au i came up with of the cocoon au by @raefever and ghost grandchildren au by @jerseyk112, both found in @gamerbearmira's blog)

Giftless Grandkids AU (idea by anon, also found in @gamerbearmira's blog)

Undertale AU

Gravity Falls AU

P.S. some of these au ideas are not originally mine, but i've contributed to them in some way, and i've credited and tagged the creators

More information of the AUs found below

I actually finished the art when I was at work, but I never got around to finish the snippet. Which us ironic bacsue I actually started the snippet first and then realized I had to do art, so I did the art and the snippet inbetween, finished the art and then the snippet today

Why am I yapping, hello. COCOONED ALMA. She's really traumatized and she just doesn't even really realize it. I think this whole time she's been so used to doing everything on her own and hoping alone (for the most part) that she doesn't really know how to properly handle stressful situations in a way that isn't shutting down

Pedro is a savior omg

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Alma had been through a lot. Some might say too much for any normal person to handle. But, she had managed to live this long. And then some. Not much really got to her anymore. Especially not after the candle melted and Casita fell for the first time.

But she had it all again. Well...she had to earn it. But she wasn't going to push her family to earn anything. No, she had to do this all on her own. Well, with the help of her family of course. Did that make sense? Perhaps not, but Alma was happy, and she was putting the pieces of her family back together.

She was now sat in the rocking chair in the nursery, carefully brushing through Mirabel's curls while the other children played. Alma's mind was a bit foggy, though. When did she come to the nursery? Regardless, she didn't put too much thought into it. She always helped the little ones get ready in the mornings.

Alma was carefully tying the bow when she felt Mirabel go still. A small frown pressed her lips, and she leaned forward slightly as she pulled the girl close.

"Mirabel? What's wrong mi mariposita?" Alma asked gently, brushing herhair away. She finally managed to turn Mirabel, shifting her onto one of her knees. Alma froze, her breath hitching.

Her pupils were like saucers, the black swallowing the warm brown that usually shined up at her with love and awe. "Why did you leave us in there?" Mirabel asked, her voice innocent. Hurt, almost.

Alma stammered. "W-What?"

Mirabel's eyebrows furrowed. "When 'Sita fell. You left us. To die."

Alma felt her chest tighten. This wasn't right. No, no, no, no--they shouldn't know this, they couldn't know this. They had kept it a secret! This whole time! They shouldn't know! It shouldn't have been possible, they got rid of any evidence.

Alma felt her breath quickened. "I...I didn't...I wasn't trying to. I promise, I didn't mean for any of that to happen."

Mirabel looked down at the doll that was in her hands. "You said it was my fault. I know. I 'member."

Alma felt her lungs crumpled as her eyes widened. "No, no, no, mija. I...I never meant that. I never meant any of that. I promise!"

"You break a lot of promises," another voice came up. Alma's eye darted up. The other five had stopped playing, and we're staring at her now. That same hurt, saddened look. "You promised you'd keep us safe." It was Dolores.

"I did...I mean—I am," Alma was crying now, her voice hitching. "I'm trying! I am!"

"Trying doesn't fix what already happened," Isabela said this time. Alma squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ground himself, her hands holding onto Mirabel tightly, who was still sitting completely still. She could feel their eyes staring at her.

"I just...I just wanted—I wanted the best for all of you. I just wanted to keep you safe," Alma gasped. She felt like she was having a heart attack. Maybe she was. It's like she couldn't breath anymore, like her lungs were being crushed. "I only wanted to be a family."

Alma's eyes stayed shut as she tried to catch her breath. Just as she finally did, she realized the room had gone quiet. She was almost afraid to open her eyes. Part of her didn't want to. Didn't want to face reality. Not that any of this felt real. But she had to see. Even if it hurt her. Because she never wanted to hurt them.

Opening her eyes, it took her a moment to realize what exactly was happening. But she was quick to open the fully as she looked down at Mirabel, grabbing at her desperately.

Why?

Because she was disappearing.

It started at her fingers, and her little feet. Fading into gold , with soft fluttering. It took Alma a second, but she realized they were butterflies. Her bodies was coming apart, unraveling. And the girl didn't seem the least bit surprised. She just started at Alma, a soft smile gracing her face.

"What's happening? Why are you-why are you disappearing like this? Stop!" Alma desperately cried, sliding out of the chair and hugging Mirabel close. But it didn't stop. Her words meant nothing in this moment. As if they had ever meant anything.

"It's ok Abuela. This is what you wanted, right? You won't have to worry about the cracks anymore, if we're not here to cause them," Mirabel whispered softly.

Then she was gone. Alma was heaving, barely ablevto breath. She clutch her chest, dragging herself forward as she reached for her other grandchildren, who were also disappearing. Fading away into fluttering butterflies.

"No! No, you can't! You can't do this to me!" Alma wailed, trying to grab at them, pulling them close, keep them there, for just a little longer. "Don't leave me! ¡Por favor, no me dejes!"

She was still reaching. Still trying to keep them here. They slipped through her fingers, the butterflies a beautiful yet cruel punishment. Had she not atoned for her sins? Would she ever be forgiven? It was like a personal Hell made just for her. A horrible cycle from which she wouldn't, and couldn't, escape from.

A small finger clutched her finger. Antonio. His body was dissolving fast. The gold light shone onto Alma's face. She hated it. She didn't want this, she didn't want any of this. Not for her grandchildren, her children, her family. No one. She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy.

"Don't cry Abuela," Antonio voice echoed. He smiled, his coils turning into fading butterflies. "You'll be happier thus way. Just like you wanted."

Then he was gone.

All of them. Gone. Vanished like they had never existed. Because of her. Because that was it wasn't it? All of this was her fault. Not Mirabel's. Not Bruno's. Not anyone. Just her. And she couldn't do anything about it. She was powerless against it. All of it.

"Don't leave me. Please, I can't," Alma gasped, sobbing so hard her head and chest hurt. She coughed, trying to catch her breath. "I can't do it again! I don't want to do this anymore! I can't! Come back, please!"

Alma closed her eyes again, trying to breath between the cough and crying. It felt like she was dying. Like she was reliving that horrible day all over again. Flashes of their terrified faces appeared in mind. Ones that were engraved into her head, heart and soul. It was all rushing back like a wave of knifes, and was what chained in place, unable to do anything.

It wasn't until the faint calling of her name that she finally decided to open her eyes. And just like that, she was back in her room. Back in Casita. Back in bed. Meaning she had never been in the nursery to begin with. It was all a nightmare. A cruel nightmare.

"Alma!" She felt her body turned around by strong but gentle hands, and she managed to look up.

"Pedro?" She gasped, trying to slow her breath, but it was wasn't really working. "Is that you?"

"Yes, mi amor, it's me," Pedro said, wiping away her tears. His hands reached for hers, pulling them away from where they were practically clawing at her nightgown. "Are you okay? You were crying and mumbling in your sleep."

Alma's eyes darted around frantically. Pedro hadn't seen such panic in her face since when they first escaped their home town. "The children. They disappeared, they died and...and it's all my fault, I...I—"

"Alma. What are you talking about? The children are here. They're asleep, in the nursery," Pedro said softly, gently turning Alma to face him again. Her eyes watered.

"The nursery?" She asked in disbelief. "But I saw the disappear."

"That was a nightmare mi amor. They're asleep, right now," Pedro slid off the bed, walking around to Alma's side. "We can go check on them right now, if you need. But I promise you, they're still here."

Alma hesitated, but seeing Pedro's calm and reassuring face, and the confidence in his voice pushed her. She shifted from the bed, taking Pedro's hand. She held it tightly, probably right enough to break his fingers, but he stayed silently. He just squeezed it back.

Once they were in the hallway, they stayed silent. Alma just kept looking around Casita, as if it would start falling apart at any given moment. Pedro glanced her, his eyebrows burrowing in worry, but he didn't say a word. She was probably traumatized, she had been through so much in this life. Too much, he would think sometimes.

Casita flipped a few tiles, in worry likely. Pedro clicked his tongue, waving his free hand. "Don't worry Casita, I got it. Just a nightmare."

Finally, they stood in front of the nursery. Pedro waited patiently as Alma kept pulling away from the doorknob. Finally, after squeezing Pedro's hand for the umpteenth time, she finally managed to open the door and peer inside.

And lo and behold, there they were.

Six children lined up in six beds, sleeping peacefully. Their round faces soft with sleep. She suddenly took in a deep shaking breath, closing the door quietly. Her knees buckled and Pedro quickly caught her, helping her down to the floor. He didn't say anything, simply brushing her hair back and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

There was a lot to fix, and it wasn't going to happen overnight. But this was a good start. Right?

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Honestly if Pedro wasn't there, she would have fr just had an entire mental breakdown. Not like she wasn't use to them, before he came back nd especially before the kids came back she was a hot mess 😭😭

Shoutout to Pedro, you were always Alma's day one 🗣