#brusty week

Day 7! Free day! I didn’t know what to do, so I did something real basic. A moment of silence for the inconsistent art style and all those weird heads I drew.

Right now, I’m thinking it will be in May, maybe May 1 - 7. This can change if you guys want to participate but those days are bad, just let me know!

Prompts:

Day 1 - Family

Day 2 - Protection

Day 3 - College

Day 4 - First Kiss

Day 5 - Adventure

Day 6 - Jealousy

Day 7 - Free Day

Rusty whined almost as much as his infants.

Almost at the verge of tears himself as he did paced up and down, up and down, no longer singing broken lyrics from his favorite songs but just whining for his sons to go to sleep.

“Daddy will give you anything, just stop crying so I can give helper his tune up.”

The twins were unfazed, not caring too much their father couldn’t get the nanny bot to pull his weight on babysitting.

“I changed you! You are fed! You burped up on daddy’s new shirt, what else can you possibly want?!”

Brock came in just in time to see his charge breaking down in the kitchen, ungracefully falling on his ass on the floor instead of sitting at the table right there. This was bar none the saddest thing Brock had ever walked in on, a grown man sobbing right along side his infant sons. All three in need of a nap and all three Ventures sobbing through their frustrations.

Doc had been up for a solid week (a new record Brock was sure) and sleep deprivation was breaking him down hard. He was practically an infant himself the way he nearly ended up in the emergency room four times. Once when he lit his arm on fire. And three separate occasions of nearly smashing his fingers or sawing off his fingers with lab equipment.

He was making it extremely hard for Brock to keep an emotional distance from this idiot when he was making him pity him like this.

With a roll of his eyes, he swept Doc off the dirty floor and cradled him like he was just one of the infants.

He wanted so desperately for Doc to shove him away, demand he not touch him and leave him alone like he usually did.

He glanced away awkwardly as he rested his head on the crook of Brock’s shoulder making himself nice and comfortable, relaxing completely in his arms.

Brock just stood there, awkwardly realizing father and sons had finally stopped crying and all three Ventures were asleep in his arms. He almost didn’t want to chance them waking up and the crying to continue.

With more gentleness then he was used to, he sat on the couch. He swore he would just throw them down and be done with it but well, Doc was almost cute when he wasn’t mouthing off to him. The twins were almost bearable not screaming.

Day 1: Family!

Kinda didn’t know what to do for this prompt, but then I remembered this super cute fic I read a while back and, well, why not? @brusty-week2019

Hey! I designed this nifty little graphic so you could spread the word easier!! I hope you like it!!

Behold, the laziest drawing for days 3 and 4: College and First Kiss

Day 6! Jealousy. He can’t know what’s wrong if you don’t tell him, you dingus.

Day 5! I actually had a lot of trouble with backgrounds on this one, so I can only hope that the way I drew the characters can redeem that.