Join creative fans of I Was A Teenage Exocolonist in this mini Exo Week event, where we'll be sharing fanworks from June 18-21, leading up to the night of the solstice.
Depending on if you live in the Northern or Southern Hemisphere, the June Solstice on June 21 will be the longest day or longest night of the year, and mark the start of summer (dust) 🌻 or winter (quiet) ❄️.
Whether you draw, write, sew, mod, sculpt, or anything else you can think of, you're invited to participate. There are only two requirements: 1. that your fanwork be related to IWATEX in some way, and 2. that you make it.
Start on your creations as early as you want and make as many as you want. Use the prompts or come up with your own. Just remember to wait until June 18-21 to share your works publicly, and use the tag #exosolstice2026 if you'd like your posts to be reblogged here!
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The FAQ has been updated since our first Exo Week in January, including more info on how this event approaches mature content and spoilers, so be sure to check that out. Art/graphic by periwin.
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After an incredible turnout earlier this month, I'm happy to announce that we had just over 100 submissions for Exo Week 2026 on tumblr, and even more when you count other sites. 🎉
Thank you to everyone who joined in; it was a much greater response than expected, and we truly showcased how passionate and totally normal we are about this game. I hope you had fun and met some new friends in the community!
That said, I'd love to hear from you about how I can make next year's Exo Week even better, and maybe organize more fandom events in the meantime.
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hopefully it isn’t too late to post my wips for days 6 and 7 of exoweek!! i’m pretty burnt out so i only have wips but maybe i’ll finish them sometime 😓
day 6: i went with a classic tattoo artist x florist au for the “au” prompt, but you can also read this as a dys/cal rarepair loll i was just too lazy to draw them kissing
day 7: polyamory!! with one of my fav trios tang/marz/sol in that one meme because it’s so them
Being stuck in a time loop is the loneliest thing in the world. Effie keeps it to herself the first couple times she goes to sleep on the ninth day of Quiet only to wake up on the ninth day of Quiet. At first she wonders if she's just gotten her days mixed up, since life in Vertumna is so freaking monotonous: go to class, help Auntie Tammy in the creche, hang out with Ary and her friends, work a shift at her dad's bar. Her daily routine has only gotten more boring since her older sibling Gren left for their expeditions apprenticeship. She wishes she could tell Gren about this weird time loop thing, but families are only supposed to use official channels to contact apprentices, and even then only in case of emergencies. Apparently this is so apprentices can get used to long stretches of isolation and self-sufficiency in the Vertumnan wilds.
Effie understands the reason for the rule, but she doesn't have to like it. Nothing that happens in her life feels real until she tells Gren about it. When Effie got her first period in the middle of a sportsball match, she ran crying to Gren for comfort and an emergency wad of napkins. After her first kiss, she told Gren before she wrote about it in her diary. Gren is the prism through which Effie views the world, and now they're gone. The time loop is real, though, even though she hasn't told Gren about it. And it doesn't seem to be spontaneously fixing itself.
The first person she tells is her girlfriend Ary. They're lab partners in science class, so Effie relates the strange tale in a furious whisper when they're supposed to be setting up their table. Ary laughs at first, so Effie has to convince her it's not a joke. Then she has to convince Ary she's not started smoking stardust with the delinquents who hang out behind Geoponics, where the perennially herbaceous aroma masks the smell.
"That's wild, babe. What are you going to do? What does your mom say?"
"I dunno what I should do. And I haven't told her yet," Effie admits with a furtive glance towards her mom writing on the board at the front of the classroom.
"Okay, so there's your first step."
"What could she even do? It's not like she's a time travel expert."
"Uh, Effie, she's literally a research scientist. It's her job to study weird shit. She could probably help you design a bunch of experiments to figure out why it's happening and how to stop it."
"I wish Gren was here," Effie mutters. Ary reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. "I know, my love."
"Effervescent and Estuary, I see a lot of talking and not a lot of science happening at your table," Solana calls, loud enough for the entire class to hear. Effie blushes and sinks lower in her seat as the other kids chortle. Her mom doesn't want to show favoritism, so she's extra strict with Effie on days when she's teaching. It's like the opposite of being the teacher's pet, except worse because the teacher grills you at home, too.
"Girls? Do I need to split you up?" she prods.
"No, Professor Solana," Effie and Ary chime in whiny adolescent unison.
"And you wonder why I don't want to tell her," Effie hisses as they make a show of assembling the materials and reading the lab assignment. At least they make quick work of the project, as Effie's already done the experiment five or six times by now.
The second person Effie tells is her dad. She's always found it easier to talk to him compared with her mom; Rex is all warmth and understanding where Solana is coldness and questions. Effie knows her mom loves her, of course she does. But there's always a distance that feels almost clinical, like Solana is a thousand miles away and Effie is just one of millions of specimens in her lab. Besides, there's hardly any competition when one of your parents is part-dog and literally the embodiment of those old Earth golden retriever memes.
Rex and Effie are cleaning up the bar after yet another slow, mellow shift on the ninth day of Quiet. She broaches the topic tentatively, expecting more doubts and accusations of drug use like she got from Ary. But Rex doesn't seem surprised at all. He just hums thoughtfully, plops down on a bar stool, and motions for her to sit next to him.
"That sounds really scary, kiddo. Have you told your mom yet?"
"Why is everyone asking me that!?" Effie cries. "Just because Mom's a scientist and I'm a freak of nature doesn't mean she'll be able to help me with…whatever this is."
"It's not just because she's a scientist. And you're not a freak of nature. We didn't want to scare you in case it didn't happen to you, but your mom and Grenadine have had similar incidents. Time slips, Mom calls them. You likely inherited it from her."
"Mom and Gren? Why didn't they tell me?" Effie's using the singular they — completely unsurprised that her mother would hide something like this from her, utterly dumbfounded that Gren is even capable of it. They tell each other everything, or so Effie thought.
"It's not exactly an easy thing to talk about," Rex says gently. "How many Quiet ninths have you had before you told me?"
Effie doesn't like the answer to that question, so she ignores it.
"Well, do they know what causes it? Can they make it stop?"
"It can't be stopped completely, but Mom has found ways to manage it. You should really talk to her about it. She knows much more than I do."
Effie doesn't like that answer either. "I guess I don't have a choice with Gren gone."
Rex reaches out to ruffle her hair, and Effie leans into the touch. "Look, kiddo. I know Mom can be a bit prickly, but you don't exactly make it easy for her. You two are more alike than you think."
"She doesn't make it easy for me!" Effie insists. "She's ten times harder on me than anyone else in class, and she makes me call her Professor Solana even though Professor Larkspur doesn't make Celi do that when he teaches. And I worked really hard on that poem I wrote for Vertumnalia, but all she said was well done. That's it! It's like she thinks nothing matters but hard science."
"It can be hard to be tender with the people we love the most," her dad says simply. "She loved that poem, you know. She just didn't know how to tell you. "
"That doesn't make any sense," Effie grumbles.
"Just talk to her. Or you can keep trying to solve it yourself, since that seems to be going well for you so far."
"Dad!" Effie slaps him lightly on the arm, half in despair and half in jest. He ruffles her hair again, stands up, and starts making her favorite mocktail.
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Okay I’m a bit late with the prompts but that’s okay! Life gets busy! So without further delay I have day 3 and 4 for Exoweek! I’m reposting a small segment from my Bitter Medicine animatic (still a work in progress) of Dys’s first time sneaking out of the colony, my favorite part so far!
For the expanded ending, I drew the second colony that was mentioned once you get peace with the Gardeners, the humans are able to fill an ecological niche and eat these shellfish that have been growing rapidly with not enough natural predators. It’s always in the back of my mind and I wish we had more aquatic areas to explore in game! This piece depicts two people going out with their weaved baskets to collect said shellfish.
