Happy Tuesday, friends!

Doing stupid shit™️ in the WIPs today. My inbox and messages are open if anyone wants to pop in and say hello or inquire about the stupid shit or any of my mangled, twisted WIPs, and I’d be delighted to chat with you!

Stardew valley time yall

I'll start with Elliot, since he has nice hair or somethind idk

Im so silly for this

More stardew valley content to come, so yeah.

little still from the animatic im working on but, like, look at them~ so soft, so sleepy. Let them rest-

You don’t understand, this is the best thing I’ve ever made dhdjdh

I usually don't post wips that often, but i have been torturing this piece for days now and I have to post something, so... Will post it tomorrow, hopefully. It's time to move to other pieces and zines' illustrations I have in process🙃

More shits from FB

Posting this by itself because :) I just feel like he should have gotten to wear the mech pilot suit at least once..

(my AU black version and the og green)

Can't lie, as excited as I am for more AFTG content to come out I can't help but feel massively disheartened that this news came out when I'm not even halfway through my Silly Little Jean Moreau fic

Nora

Why couldn't you have done this a year ago, you know, before I had a doc with a 60k+ word count

Anyway

Sibling hair care shenanigans <3

(Click for better quality as always)

I am late bit can I get you to work on the Pride Zine for WIP Wednesday? 👀

Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic | WW 27.3.2024

(I'm cheating a bit bc most of this is from a pre-written snippet, but I wanted to post some snippets from later chapters in this fic before TSC was released... alas! I added three sentences throughout. Enjoy regardless.)

If not for the fact that Jean knew that he'd have more headaches to deal with in the aftermath than their current presence contributed to his life, Jean was certain that he would have strangled at least half of the Trojan lineup by then. Jean was certain that Jeremy would give up on bringing him to Trojan social events eventually, but until then, Jeremy would have to suffer the consequences. If that meant that feelings were hurt and the team ended up divided because someone couldn't be cordial, then it was hardly Jean's fault.

Still, separating from the rest of the group and getting to be alone with Jeremy in a space that wasn't their room was... a positive.

Jeremy sighed, looking out at the L.A. skyline and tilting his beer can back and forth. “Can I tell you a truth, Jean?”

Jean scoffed and leaned back onto his palms. “Haven’t we been doing that all night?”

Jeremy turned to face Jean only so that he could see him roll his eyes, then gently shoved Jean’s shoulder. “Seriously, Jean,” he said, pausing to wet his lips. “No strings attached. No being scared of being honest with myself anymore. I want to share a truth with you, and you alone. If you’ll let me, that is.”

Jean’s entire body seemed to pulse along to the beat of his heart, a strong thrum in his fingers, his neck, his chest. There was weight behind how Jeremy’s hand had lingered on his shoulder before returning to his lap. There was significance behind Jeremy’s insistence that Jean be the only one to hear what he had to say. “Yeah,” he breathed, swallowing before continuing, “always.” 

Jeremy turned his entire body to face Jean, his blue eyes searching for something in Jean’s expression, anything. He nodded to himself, knocked back the rest of his beer can and set it aside. “I… I don’t know how to say this, really.”

“That’s okay,” Jean whispered, his own gaze dropping to Jeremy’s lips as he bit his bottom lip. He turned to face Jeremy fully and brought his hands to his lap, clasping his hands together to keep them still. Jeremy’s frantic voice echoed in his mind: “I didn’t want this to happen, he needs me to be a safe place, and what if he doesn’t feel comfortable around me anymore?” Jean didn’t know who else Jeremy could have been talking about if not him, but the chance that Jean’s own feelings could be reciprocated was too good for him to believe. He refused to believe it until Jeremy told him, face to face, exactly how he felt.

Jeremy screwed his lips to one side, his gaze dropping to Jean’s lips for just a second before his own spread in a thin smile, a shy, private, imperfect smile reserved for moments away from the cameras. “I think I’m falling for you, Jean.”

MASTERPOST

Is it still Wednesday? No, you say? Well, time is an illusion so you're probably wrong about that. Thanks for the tag, @piratefalls! I had this idea because of a tumblr post I stumbled across again in my likes... I dunno an hour or two ago? And now here we are, lol.

Derek hadn’t expected he would hear from Stiles again, possibly ever, but certainly not until he was back within the borders of Beacon Hills when he pulled out the rock. Derek blinked it.  The rock’s eyes rolled back at him.  Ignoring the hand with the rock in it for the moment, he diverted his attention back to the box.  It was a perfectly ordinary and small, square box.  Derek’s address and Stiles’ return one at his dorm room the only things scrawled on the outside. And it appeared to contain nothing but bubble wrap and a rock. A rock with googly eyes on it. It wasn’t quite smooth, peaked but rounded almost precisely in the center of its top, and squat.  Perfectly gray, perfectly bland, with a flat bottom to it.  The eyes were placed with care more towards the hilly top and right under where the sides started their downslopes.  Meaning they almost looked like brows depending on the angle Derek held the rock at. He glanced at his phone but flatly refused to ask.  That had to be what Stiles wanted with this and Derek was hardly going to give him that. He thought about crushing the box and throwing the rock away.  Instead he carefully pulled the tape apart, breaking the box down for his recycling.  Which is when he found the little piece of notebook paper that had slid under the flap. In that same scrawl were the words: It needs a home and a name. - Derek, despite all his better judgment, didn’t throw the rock away but he did leave it on top of his microwave and forget about it (after letting it bother him for far too long). That should be the end of that particular saga - he’d managed to dismiss it as a prank that went over his head, probably some social media, not-quite-his-generation fad that he would never get no matter how hard he tried - except.  Except that not-quite a month later he got another similarly-sized box. And if Stiles had sent him another rock, he was throwing them both away after crushing them into powder.  He opened the top, parted the bubble wrap with a sigh, only to find very much not a rock. It was a miniature armchair. The detail was exquisite and the upholstery on it felt real, that scratchy but nostalgic quality that reminded him of going to his grandparents’ house.  The wood of the legs and arms was finely honed and the arms even had upholstered tops.  The color was a deep maroon and embroidered in the back of it in gold were a few stalks of wheat contained in an oval shape. The strangest thing about it, aside from everything, was how wide the seat was.  The proportions really didn’t seem to— “Oh you have got to be fucking…” Derek trailed off, practically stomping over to the other side of the kitchen.  He snatched up the rock and plonked it down in the chair, eyes rattling about but facing forward. It was a perfect fit.

Tagging..... I dunno, other people who spit in the face of 'Wednesday' and all its cohorts? I don't really know who fits that description but, if that's you, you've been summoned.

normally line art gives me an aneurysm but why is this kinda cute fun

Lmao here have a random quick Zebruh for absolutely no reason

its that time of day again (i foist my indecision onto you all while i go take a nap). help im struggling between wips again

Sean's VA here please oh please turn them into a delightful and whimsical Pony like you did onto my friend Atronima *pathetic look on my face* or don't I am not your parental figure

THE PEOPLE DEMAND DELIGHTFUL WHIMSICAL PONY!!! Thank God Sean is Both Those Things

Wowwwe I wonder who this fine lad is.