before shit gets real

number one all-time sad wet cat jay moment imo. look at him.

Yey

Quick brian sketch :) since it's lesbian week that's butch brian i love you stinky

Tim and Jay share a Cigarette kiss! 😚🚬 💖💖

Go upstairs to your room. I will be waiting for you.

I hate alex kralie *draws him*

Second variant with Jay

yaoi where the guy fucking doxxes you

Left Behind

Cowboy au Tim page is almost done !! Still a WIP.

Ignore the fact that I abandoned this for weeks ty

Added a bit more, plus a few trinkets cuz I have way too many pop tabs and somehow a few more zippers leftover yet to be put to good use. Fixed a few things as well

Inspo from @/Antlergrave !

I have unilaterally decided that Brian is a furry and nobody can stop me. I can offer no explanation, it came to me in a vision at 4AM yesterday night and I refuse to listen to reason. This is canon now. The only thing I can say is the phrase “glitter glue gay” popped into my head followed immediately by the thought of Brian in a kigurumi, and I took that as a prophecy.

Btw his fursona is an ocelot named Sal (who I created an entire reference sheet for JUST FOR THIS ONE DRAWING but that’s neither here nor there), and he’s had this guy (and redesigned him many times) since he was in high school. Brian followed a tutorial and made a set of puffy paws and a tail for himself a month before going to a con, and before everything with Alex happened, he planned on making a full suit for his senior project (cause he’s also an art major obviously), but he never got around to it.

Oh and he also definitely sewed cat ears onto his Hoody hood and totheark was like “they’ll know it’s you if you go out like that but okay.”

Alex kralie getting into ceramics after everything happened. Taking a class for 50$ a month. Now that he and Tim have a place and arent blowing all their money on motels, they can sort of afford it. Tim encourages it, even if Alex sees it as a waste. His argument is, Alex needs something to get out of the house for. Hes too much of a disaster to get a job, and before this he had just been laying in bed, still as stone and staring at the wall for all the hours that Tim was working. At least now he moves.

For the first few months, he makes nothing good. Mishapen pots and ugly mugs. He mushes so many projects together before they can even dry. Hating his work, disgusted by the crap his useless hands push together. When he first starts getting things back out of the kiln, he takes them home unglazed and throw them against the concrete of the parking lot. Tim arrives at their place to find Alex surrounded by broken hardened clay, and wonders if maybe this wasn’t the right thing to encourage. If maybe Alex wasn’t ready to re-enter society yet. Was he damaged beyond repair? Was there no fixing what the Operator had done to him both mentally and emotionally? Tim could feed him, make him sleep, keep him clean- repair the physical wounds. But he couldn’t fix Alex’s brain if it was already too broken.

But Alex went back to the studio again the next week. And after another month or so, Tim wakes up for work one morning, and is met with hot coffee, presented in a bumpy, shiny black and brown mug. Alex holds it out to him, one of his hands in the pocket of Tim’s sweatshirt that he must have put on.

(Neither of them have many clothes. Might as well share what they did have. Same reason they just used the same bed. Not like they could afford a two bedroom apartment anyway.)

“Thanks.” Tim stares at him, takes the mug. “Did you make this?”

“The coffee maker did,” Alex says, rubbing the back of his neck. Avoiding Tim’s eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed, near Tim’s legs. “Same brand we always buy.”

Tim raises a brow. “Right.” On the inside of the handle are the letters ‘AJK’. Tim feels a warmth fill his chest that has nothing to do with the coffee. He takes a sip.

“What do you think? Of the coffee.” Alex scuffs his socked feet on the carpet.

“It’s good. Really good. Thanks, Alex.”

The corner of Alex’s lip twitches like it does when he wants to smile but physically can’t bring himself to. Tim considers it a win.

“And it’s for me?” Tim asks to clarify.

“I gave it to you, didn’t I?” He mumbled.

Tim’s heart warmed some more.

He was right from the start. Tim was glad he encouraged this. It just proved his point- no one wasn’t worth trying to save.

Alex n Jay cut a cake

Funky little jay in his funky amekaji outfit :3