#spalbert

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

I will begin writing that zombie apocalypse AU soon, just need to work out the plot lol

but quick question before I begin, bc I love when people are involved in my works and deciding things /gen /pos

I’m giving a lot of options bc I want to hear any ones, but put in the tags if there’s a different one you’d like to see

#newsies #fanfiction #newsies musical #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #spot newsies #livesies #92sies #1992sies #jack kelly newsies #davey newsies #race newsies #poll #newsies fanfiction #this is for my zombie apocalypse au if you couldn’t tell lol #Newsies au

[cinnamorollssoftears]

fun new quirky challange for the newsies fandom!

stop killing spot, it's like you guys have a kink for killing him

#sprace #spalbert #spralbert #spavey #idk if spavey writers do it i dont ship them #spack #you know who you fucking are #spot conlon

[vincentferard]

A small concept

The Road to El Dorado but with Race as Miguel, Albert as Tulio, and Spot as Chel.

#newsies #the road to el dorado #newsies live #92sies #1992 newsies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #spalbert #ralbert #spralbert #technically? #my writing #kinda? #my headcanons

[that-one-bi-wizard]

Okay so like imagine... a Newsies Amphibia AU in which Albert is Anne, Race is Marcy, and Spot is Sasha. I think that’d be very pog

#newsies #amphibia au #albert dasliva #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #spralbert #ralbert #sprace #spalbert #it can really be any of these ships take your pick

[newsiesasvines2]

Spot: Albert, what’s that in your mouth?

Albert: *chews faster*

Spot: Albert.

Albert: *running away* YOU’LL NEVER GET ME!

#newsies #spot conlon #incorrect newsies #albert dasilva #incorrect newsies quotes #newsies incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes newsies #spalbert #albert newsies

[robertsmithclone]

Spralbert in Quarantine hcs? 🥺

sure rylie ily everyone go follow this beautiful girl

so of course they love each other

but

race gets on their nerves a lot

he’s just so bored guys

so he annoys his boyfs

spot has a lot of zoom calls for work and he makes albert entertain race so he doesn’t disrupt him

albert usually does this by one of two things

making him cuddle while they watch tv even though race can’t sit still

or

baking with him

that usually turns into a mess but it keeps race occupied

race has adhd and spot is constantly making sure race took his meds

al and spot are basically race’s babysitters

but they love him

albert binged tiger king twice

spot is tired of it

race complaining because he doesn’t have animal crossing

but he does have lots of mario kart tournaments with spot

at the end of the day they all just get in bed and cuddle

race insists on being in the middle

they probably don’t actually go to bed till midnight or later each night

albert and race are always face timing one of the other newsies

albert and race pulling pranks on spot

spot getting mad

spot trying to take away tv privileges

race pouting

albert not caring and going to do puzzles

race whining

spot being tired of it so he just cuddles him

race is content now

these are daily things, guys(gals and non-binary pals)

race is obsessed with tik tok

albert usually watches them with him

spot gets secretly addicted but he’ll never admit to it

there are lots of just random kisses and hugs all the time

because they love each other

did i mention that they love each other?

they are soft guys

#newsies #newsies headcanons #newsies au #newsies 1992 #spralbert #sprace #ralbert #spalbert #quarantine #wonder’s headcanons

[delilah-briarwood]

Miscommunication

In which Race is bad at slang, Albert is an instigator, and Spot is exasperated

A short and silly fic for @daavenport

#this is so dumb but i love it #also it's almost impossible for me to write Race as Cis #spralbert #ralbert #spalbert #Sprace #Newsies #Newsies fic #Newsies fanfiction #Fics #fanfiction #my fics #my fanfiction #my writing #Spot Conlon #Racetrack Higgins #Albert DaSilva #Yeet means Great

[general-mahamatra]

how did spalbert get engaged

it’s a couple years down the line. they lived with each other for a good... two? years, dated for three. if you go from high school, then five years. neither of them wanted to marry in college.

it was a surprise, actually. not one of those moments where both of them bought a ring.

no.

spot had it planned for a WHILE

he decided to take albert on a trip “home”. where’s home? you ask. well, for me and my personal canon, its kansas.

they traveled down to kansas city and went straight for worlds of fun. spot had never been and personally, he actually enjoyed it. but what he enjoyed more was just how EXCITED albert was to be there. it was like he was a child again, wandering the large streets of worlds of fun and pointing out all his favorite rides from when he was younger.

spot did it over the river.

he got albert to stand off to the side on the bridge, knowing damn well what was going on. he knew the amount of traffic there and goddamnit he was going to fucking do it.

when he got down on one knee, albert stared. he was confused, watching spot for a bit as his brain churned, trying to figure out what was going on.

and then he saw the ring.

and he broke.

the dam held steady but dear god, did albert fall into shock.

he basically dragged spot up into a hug, wrapping around the shorter boy as he shook to try and hide his panic and shock from the people who were around them because you KNOW there's an audience. it was a fucking proposal.

he said yes.

#newsies #heelys gang #albert dasilva #spot conlon #spot conlon x albert dasilva #spalbert

[timetogoslumming]

Race and Albo Need Electricity: Chapter 19

Lola Bunnies and Electricity Bills

Race uses his words.

“Hi, I’m Albert.”

A lot of the people who Race knew in high school picked their roommates specifically. Either they chose to room with people they already knew, or they used social media and roommate matching services to find the perfect person. Race, on the other hand, had always liked to gamble. He decided to let the chips fall where they may and get a randomly assigned roommate. If he was dealt a bad hand, there was always another chance for a good roommate the next year.

He beat the new roommate to the dorm and was in the process of hanging a poster on the wall. His mom was folding t-shirts and putting them away while his dad set up the TV. Albert showed up with very little luggage. He just had one parent with him, and the two moms immediately started comparing notes on their sons. He was a lanky kid with red hair, a backwards hat, and a striped tank top. Race was immediately attracted to him, but everything about Albert screamed “straight”.

“You can call me Race,” he said. “Everyone does.”

“Cool name. And–” Albert’s eyes flicked to the poster that Race had just finished hanging. It was a stylized poster of the International Space Station, made to look like it was from the sixties. “Cool poster. Race, I have a very important question for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in aliens?”

“I think it’s narrow minded not to,” Race replied.

Albert grinned. His smile was wide and toothy. “We’re going to get along.”

#newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #albert dasilva #spralbert #ralbert #spalbert

[dreamonhunters]

📁 any type of familial/brotherly relationship

thinks about foster care au...spot and albert are foster brothers and share a room together. at first they really get off on the wrong foot and can’t stand each other (their first meeting ends in black eyes and split lips on both sides), but eventually they come to understand that actually they’re both kinda fucked up but they’re really not that bad and actually they both have a lot in common and can really rely on each other. slowly they grow to be really tight friends to the point where they’re practically brothers. spot knows everything about albert, and albert knows everything about spot. there’s a lot they can learn from each other and it’s kinda beautiful to see how they grow as people

send me a 📂 for a random useless headcanon!!

#im highkey rlly soft for this 🥺 #rayray asks #ask meme #anonymous #newsies #foster home au #spalbert #spot conlon #spot newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #headcanons

[1899-newsboy-strike]

Welcome Home - Spalbert Smut

Requested: Spalbert with 9 and 32? (Spot x Albert smut) 

9 - did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand

Warnings:  smut, 32 - praise kink, slightly needy Spot, overstimulation

Summary: Albert comes home to needy Spot

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Albert had gone on a business trip for almost a month. Before that he hadn’t had sex with Spot for a few weeks. To say Spot had been a little pent up was an understatement. He’d woken up that morning with a problem that didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. He tried to ignore it and wait until Albert would get home only a few hours later, but the throbbing he felt throughout the morning started to become uncomfortable.

Before he knew it he was on their bed, his pants only undone enough so he could pull out his throbbing cock. A long groan left Spot’s mouth the moment his hand wrapped around his length, throwing his head back as the familiar pleasure began to fill him. He couldn’t help the bucking of his hips into his hand moans filling the entire room. 

Spot didn’t seem to hear they door to his room open, and Albert stopped in his tracks when he took in the state of his boyfriend. Spot was panting, his eyes squeezed shut, even though his hand was pumping quicker than Albert had ever seen Albert didn’t miss the twitch and groan that came from Spot. 

“Al.” Spot moaned making his boyfriend smirk. 

“Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand?” Albert teased making Spot’s hand freeze mid pump. Spot’s eyes shot open, looking in the direction of the doorway meeting Albert eye to eye. 

“I uh-” Spot tried to explain, his chest still rising and falling at a rapid pace. 

“Need some help there?” Albert asked, leaning back against the wall, his eyes racking up Spot’s entire body. Spot nodded rapidly, and with that Albert started to take off his clothes, kicking his shoes off. Spot followed suit, scrambling to take all of his clothes off, throwing them off to the side not caring where it would land. Spot tried to make his way over to Albert, put Albert’s hand came out to push Spot back on the bed. 

“I missed you.” Spot breathed out when Albert climbed onto the bed with him. He tried to turn both of them over, but Albert stopped him, pinning his arms above his head.

“You’re my bitch tonight babe.” Albert smiled down at his boyfriend earning a gasp in return. Spot was at a loss for words, his eyes filling with lust. Albert never topped, but now that it was on the table Spot couldn’t help but get excited at the idea. He nodded with no questions asked, pulling Albert down in for a kiss. “I missed you too, by the way.” Albert mumbled against his lips between kisses.

“I need you so bad Al. Please.” Spot begged while Albert started to leave kisses down Spot’s neck. Albert’s hand wrapped around Spot’s hard cock, earning a loud gasp from the boy under him.

“You’re in for a long night. I want you to see just how much you’ve missed me before we do anything.” Albert taunted, starting to slowly pump Spot’s length earning a cry. “You’re being such a good boy for me Spot.” He cooed in Spot’s ear making him shiver. “Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me? I know how bad you want to.” Albert continued, sucking on Spot’s sweet spot his thumb running over the tip of Spot’s length earning a whine.

“Albert.” Spot whimpered, his hips bucking up into Albert’s hand. “I’m so close.” Spot moaned, pleasure started to almost seep out of him as it filled his senses.

“You’re doing so good babe. Cum for me.” Albert nipped at Spot’s neck softly. Spot convulsed on the bed as the cum shot out of him and onto his stomach, moans never seeming to end while the noises poured out of Spot’s mouth. “You’re so good for me, look at all the cum that’s just for me.” Albert kissed Spot softly earning a whine. Albert’s pumping didn’t slow down, making Spot let out a loud cry as shock waves of pleasure continuously went through him. 

“Albert! Please.” Spot begged, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet Albert’s hand each time. 

“One more, you can do it.” Albert whispered softly into Spot’s ear, picking up the pace of his pumping. Spot was squirming on the bed in pleasure, his moans getting louder with each word that came from Albert’s mouth. “Just like that, you sound so hot.” Albert groaned into Spot’s ear, making Spot moan in return. “Cum for me, you deserve it.” Albert growled into Spot’s ear, his own throbbing cock seeming to make him speed up the process. With that Spot was cumming, he could feel the pleasure coursing through him, only a small amount of cum leaking out of him to join his first release.

After Albert flipped Spot onto his stomach, he made sure to stretch him out until Spot was begging Albert to be inside of him. Albert continued to whisper dirty things in Spot’s ear, his previous orgasms making him extremely sensitive. Spot had seemed to cum once more before Albert’s orgasm hit him. They continued to fill the room with moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin making up for the lost time that had built up.

#newsies #newsies imagines #newsies x newsies #newsies smut imagine #smut #smut imagine #newsies smut #newsies spot #spot conlon #spot #albert #albert dasilva #spot colon #spot x albert #spot conlon x albert dasilva #spalbert #newsies spalbert #newsies ship #newsies otp #gay newseis #gay smut #otp #ship #male x male smut #male x male #spot conlon smut #spot smut #albert smut #albert dasilva smut

[turtle-steverogers]

Code: WTF (1/3)

hey, so here’s a little three part fun fic involving fbi agents and russian spies! (with just a little angst) enjoy!

warnings: a small depiction of death, but it’s not super bad

ship: platonic ralbert, platonic spalbert, soon to be sprace

word count: 1927

editing: ofc not

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Making decisions, Albert has come to realize, is not his forte.  Granted, he’s generally good at helping others make decisions- he’s got that sort of innate way of looking at the whole picture, which is good when you’re trying to help someone sort through different situations.  But he can never seem to apply this strong suit to himself.  

Like when he was thinking of career paths and he’d spend hours at night staring at his ceiling and wondering whether or not he wanted to commit himself to a world of chance and danger and join the FBI.  Because, wow, had that been a dream of his ever since he watched his first James Bond movie at nine years old.  There was something thrilling about watching that action- seeing how he could use his sharp problem solving skills for something bigger than himself.  He wasn’t sure if he was ready to pledge himself to something that seemed almost like a life sentence, but he also was never one to run from a challenge.  So...after a couple years of college and a bachelor’s degree in engineering, he started studying for his Phase I assessment.  

It was grueling.  The entrance exam was no easy task and it only got harder from there with the ‘Meet and Greet’ and Phase II written assessment.  Not surprisingly, though, he had made it through and soon he was off to Quantico, where he was tested against his own willpower for upwards of 21 weeks.  It was tough, but he made it through with flying colors.  

Shortly after his 28th birthday, on a sunny and almost too hot July morning, he’d been trying not to let a giddy smile spread across his face embarrassingly as Director Larkin swore in his class- awarding them with their badges and credentials.  The smile did break through however when Larkin had looked directly at him while speaking of “Those most fit and impressively accomplished” and winked.  But he was proud of himself.  Sue him.

After the ceremony, Race- his roommate during Quantico whom he’d grown particularly close to- had handed over some suspicious looking store brand lemonade in a shitty, plastic cup and bumped their shoulders together, smiling as he raised his glass.  Albert mirrored his grin and clinked their glasses together.

“To the dream.” Race had said, taking a sip.

Albert drank too, and echoed, “To the dream.” 

Now, three years later, he’s finding that his bad decision making skills are still very present as he stares at the shelves of brightly colored cereal boxes, trying to decide what he wants this week’s breakfast to be.

As a Senior Special Agent, it’s very serious reconnaissance work.

Just as he’s reaching for a box of Dark Chocolate Crunch Cheerios, Race materializes next to him, looking a little tight around the eyes as he places a couple cans of Progresso soup into their basket.  

His movements are calculatedly casual, but Albert knows him well enough to know his stress tells.  The way his shoulders are just slightly raised, ready to launch into motion at the first sign of trouble.  The tense of his jaw and the slight scrunch of his nose- as if he’s smelling something off.  Bad.

“Hey, Al,” Race says, straightening.  Even his voice is that sort of forced casual it gets when he’s inwardly freaking out about something, “Do you remember our trip to Morocco?”

A shiver runs down Albert’s spine and he gives himself credit for only hesitating for a moment before recovering.  Morocco is their personal code for ‘hey, someone is definitely following us, so we either need to dip or do something about it.’

“The first or second trip?” Albert asks, his words just as rehearsed.  

And that’s their follow up code.  The first trip means it’s an unknown party; the second trip means it’s someone affiliated with whatever operation they’re currently assigned to.

Really, it’s counterintuitive to even ask, because they haven’t been on any major assignments in nearly a month now.  Director Larkin had given them both time off from the big stuff after their last operation had gone decidedly south when they lost a couple of the DEA guys they’d been teamed up with in a surprise shoot-out against the drug corporation they were tasked with bringing down.  

It was jarring to say the least, and neither him nor Race complained too much when Larkin had suggested laying low for a while.  It was the first time they’d ever lost their own men on a mission and in such a gruesome way.  Some arterial blood had sprayed Albert in the face, getting on his tongue and clogging up his nose.  He doesn’t remember much after that.  Race says he dissociated big time.  Albert doesn’t really care.  He just knows that he still can’t eat tomato sauce on his pasta, because the red of it still looks too much like--

Yeah, no.  Alfredo sauce is a new favorite in the Dasilva-Higgins apartment.

“First trip.” Race says, watching as Albert carefully puts the Cheerios box in the basket.

The sudden feeling of being watched pricks at Albert’s neck and he resists the urge to look behind him.  

“When’d you first notice?” Albert asks, dropping his voice lower and motioning for Race to follow him as he moves down the aisle, still trying to look nonchalant as he grabs a random box of Fruity Pebbles.  The gun that’s tucked into the waistband of his jeans becomes a noticeable weight against his lower back.  It’s a comforting weight, if not a little disconcerting.  But that’s basically in their job description.

“On the way here,” Race says, following Albert’s lead and plucking a box of shitty granola bars off a shelf behind them.  As long as they look busy, they look normal, “Noticed him walking behind us around the time we passed Suffolk.  Was wary, but didn’t think too much of it until I saw him lurking by the bananas while I was getting some apples.”

“Didya get a look at him?  Any discernible features?”

Race shrugs, eyes darting over Albert’s shoulder, then to the side, “Not really.  Short, I’d stick him around 5’4”?  Dark hair and eyes.  He’s wearing jeans and a leather jacket, kept his hood up.”

Albert hums, “And you last saw him by produce?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Albert says, “Come on.”

They forgo the rest of their shopping list and hurry to check out, trying to maintain a sort of ostensibly relaxed appearance.  Just as they’re leaving the market, turning the opposite way from which they came, Albert’s neck prickles harder.  His stomach swoops a little and he hesitates, waiting for the right moment to turn around and grab the collar of the offending party, pulling him into a nearby alley and pushing him against the bricks.

He hears Race curse, but doesn’t look at his field partner as the guy against the wall’s hood falls away.  For a moment, Albert’s stunned, instinct falling short as his gaze sweeps over the guys face.  

And as shocking as it is, it’s comforting in a way.  Because even after eleven years, Albert would know those brown eyes and sharp features anywhere.  

His grip on the guy’s collar slackens and he feels his shoulders slump a little, “Spot?”

Spot grins, “Heya, Al.”

XXX

“Wait, so you know our stalker?”

It’s probably the millionth time Race has asked that since they’d dragged Spot back to their apartment on 14th street, taking a few cautionary side roads just in case.  Now, they’re gathered in the kitchen, each of them settled in with a beer even though it’s arguably too early to drink.  

Whatever, Albert thinks, It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?

Besides, what else are you supposed to do when the guy you’d been best friends with until he allegedly fell off the face of the earth, shows up in your life again by stalking you while you’re grocery shopping.

Yeah, Albert deserves a drink.  And he’s technically not on the job right now-- ok, he and Race are always ‘on the job’, but he’ll digress.

“Yup,” Spot answers for Albert, taking a swig of his beer, “best buds since Lindsay Hartman splashed punch on him during ninth grade homecoming, then pushed him into the refreshments table where I was getting a sandwich.”

Race shoots Albert a bewildered look and Albert shrugs, “I was kind of a dick back then and I was going through a gay panic, so I brought her to the dance and then accidentally blurted out that I thought her brother was hotter than her during the slow song and...well, ninth grade wasn’t the best year for me.”

“Clearly,” Race sounds amused, but he’s obviously still too shook up by Spot’s existence to jab Albert too hard.  

Albert can’t blame him, either.  It’s inherently bizarre to have your current and past best friends standing in the same room after thinking you’d never see one of them again.  

“Albert never mentioned you,” Race says, looking at Spot.  He’s got his ‘agent face’ on- studiously taking in all of Spot’s mannerisms, while not wavering his gaze from his eyes.

“Wouldn’t expect him to,” Spot says, unbothered, “We lost touch after high school.”

“More like you disappeared unexpectedly and never answered my phone calls or texts and I thought you died, but I couldn’t find anything on you since you were off the fucking grid.” And yeah, maybe Albert’s a little bitter, because he and Spot had been closer than close, but during their second year of college, Spot transferred to some school somewhere in Europe and never spoke to him again. 

Spot looks a little guilty now, but he still manages to be the dick Albert always knew him to be and says, “Tomato, tomahto.”

Albert rolls his eyes, “What even happened to you, man?”

“That’s actually what I’m here about,” Spot says.  A shadow passes over his face and he suddenly looks sharper- rougher, “I- uh, there’s, uh, some...trouble regarding...things...”

Race and Albert exchange a look and Albert can see the words, well, that’s vague, bouncing around in Race’s head.

“What kind of trouble?” Race asks.

“So,” Spot starts, then stops, shaking his head, “This is a bit of a crazy story, but anyway.  I moved right?  Overseas?  And I ended up, um, getting into a bit of a...situation.”

Wary now, Albert places down his beer and crosses his arms, “What kind of situation?”

“I kind of got recruited by the FSB?”

The shocked silence is almost palpable.

Race recovers first, “The Russian intelligence agency?”

A pause, “Yeah, that’s the one.”

Albert can’t handle this.  This is too much.  Too weird. 

He scrubs a hand over his face, “You do know what I, what we-” he gestures between himself and Race, “-do, right?”

He knows Spot knows.  He needs to ask, anyway.

“Yeah.”

“So, you’re telling a couple of FBI guys that you’re part of the FSB?” It sounds weird to Albert’s own ears.  He laughs a little, because really, he has to.

“Well...yes.”

“This is fucking weird,” Race states, pointing out the obvious, “Anyway, is there more to your so-called ‘trouble’? Or are you just now realizing the moral wrongness of being an American in the Russian spy network and want some sort of atonement?”

Spot seems to have an internal battle with himself before he mutters something that sounds like ‘fuck it’, “Albert, you’re my next mission.  I’m supposed to kill you.”

“Oh,” Albert says, frowning down at his crossed arms.  Then, Spot’s words process, “Wait, what!?”

-

hehehe we love an russian fbi drama

thanks for reading, chiefs

hmu to be added to my tag

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#newsies #newsies fic #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spot conlon #ralbert #spalbert #sprace #code wtf #hahah #ok

[itsmyroadroller]

At target I saw a guy pick up his 9 year old -ish looking kid with one hand and put him in the shopping cart and that's spot energy

#newsies #spot newsies #newsies spot #spot conlon #sprace #spavid #spavey #spj #spelmer #spalbert #keys shut it

[backgroundensemble]

Spralbert Aesthetic

Requested by anonymous

#newsies #newsies live #newsies 2017 #newsies edit #spralbert #sprace #spalbert #ralbert #albert x race #albert x spot #spot x albert #spot x race #race x albert #race x spot #newsies aesthetic #aesthetic #newsies moodboard #moodboard

[be-more-chill-evan-hansen]

Please i beg do spalbert hcs ily

Canon-Era

They think they're sneaky, but like...everyone knows. Race was the first Manhattan newsie to find out, and Hotshot was the first Brooklyn newsie to find out.

Since Spot and Albert can't make their relationship public, and it's suspicious to just take random trips to Brooklyn or Manhattan (since Spot "doesn't have Friends™"), they plan trips to Coney Island to see each other.

They take Race and Hotshot with them to throw suspicion.

The Ferris Wheel is their thing.

Spot only admitted his feelings for Albert because he was rambling about something and it slipped out and Albert didn't know how to respond so he just freaking grabbed him and kissed him.

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Modern-Era

Spot is the Softest™ for Albert and Albert only.

The met in college at a GSA meeting.

Albert is book smart and Spot is street smart so it balances out.

Always. Together.

Pride parades.

They make and sell pride merch.

Spot is Gay™ and Albert is Ace™.

Albert's puns are unmatched and Spot threatens to break up with him after every pun but he and Albert both know that's never going to happen.

Their first "I love you" was after a small fight (I'm probably going to write it later but don't hold me to it)

They moved in together after they graduated college.

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That's all I can come up with.

#newsies #spot conlon #albert dasilva #spalbert #spot x albert #albert x spot #spot conlon x albert dasilva #albert dasilva x spot conlon #spalbert hc #spalbert hcs #canon era hc #modern era hc

[itteryskay]

so i misread spalbert as spralbert @auspicioustarantula sorry!! but im actually really happy with this because i tend to avoid drawing more than two people at once, especially if they’re touching. Albert is not that tall he is sat on a higher ledge,,,

#spralbert #newsies spralbert #newsies fanart #newsies 2017 #newsies the musical #newsies #newsies live #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spalbert #ralbert #sprace #spralbert fanart #my art