#handbagmurder

The inevitable failure:

1. Sketch long haired Tweek

2. Colour and ink

3. ????

4. He’s got short hair

:(

A while ago I promised the wonderful @handbagmurder​ some fan art for her stories (COSMIC ORDER, NATURAL LAW & Tinder Surprise). Here comes the first bunch.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

(I’ve got six copies of this one. Four of them are coloured, two are inked, five have a decent perspective, and there is also one with a really nice Clyde, but I’m giving you this, I don’t know why, sorry)

Chapter 11, Tweek’s room, the boys are watching tv in the next room

“I just wanted to say thanks for the stuff you got me. But did you have to make me look lame in front of John?”

“You are lame kid.” You creak out of your computer chair and shuffle to your bed, collapsing on top of it and sighing. “What do you mean, does he not know about your dark secret?”

Dave is suspiciously silent, and for a moment you think he may be gone, but just as you are about to drift off again he speaks.

“Whatever man. Thanks though.” He sweeps down and spreads his arms over your shoulders awkwardly, to administer a brief squeeze, but it takes you a moment to realise, when you feel the weight on your body that Dave was trying to hug you, and by the time you can react he has already absconded back the fuck to his room.

You can’t fall asleep for ages after that.

Another Bro Dave homey snuggy fluffy doodle :D inspired by awesome BroDave ff NAKED ON MONDAYS written by HandbagMurder

“What’s this?” Dave asks you coyly when you turn back, jar of Nutella ready to go, and he’s got the thing in his hands, working the colourful plastic through his fingers. The bells tink cheerily, and you shrug.

“Dunno. Something from work tonight.”

Dave hums and tries it on his wrist. It’s much too big, and it knocks against his wrist bone, but you can tell by the way his young face betrays him that he likes it. Stupid kid… he is yet to learn the ways.

“Can I have it?”

“Sure.” Cool as a particularly cool cucumber, you unscrew the Nutella and reach for the breadbox. “You want some Nutella kid?”

“Yes.”

Dave’s six-year-old voice is a birdish chirp, and as un-smooth as it is you can’t help the little smile it wenches from you. He isn’t the worst brother in the world, you suppose. Eager to please and improving in swag every day. Maybe when he is older you will take him into the clubs you work with you, to teach him how to rip hot beats and lay down the tuneskis, but for now you will simply put him to bed at eight pm each night, lay a totally ironic kiss on his forehead, and tell, in your fractured-at-best Español, the elderly babysitter from next door to make sure he is up when you got home at seven.

Illustrations inspired by awesome BroDave ff NAKED ON MONDAYS written by HandbagMurder

The world seems to be growing smaller between you, you hope that he will not cease, and in encouragement you move closer, tipping your head back and burying your face in his neck. He noses your hair, you let him touch you…

“Hey John?”

“What?”

When you raise your chin to look at him he kisses you, and your whole world begins to unravel at the seams.

llustrations inspired by awesome JohnDave ff 8-bit Baby written by HandbagMurder

What can I say? I love how Handbagmuirder writes sex/kiss/cuddle scenes *__*

The floor buzzed under his feet and Dirk held him close, and somehow he was still moving even though he had someone else hanging off his neck. He had a very psychic body; it seemed to predict not just the music but the blurry, intoxicated way Jake would move next, and they spun in a technicolour typhoon through other clubbers and danced endlessly. Dirk knew all the words, or at least he did a good job of pretending.

He looked familiar in this light but recognition eluded Jake’s consciousness. Rather it danced just out of reach, completely unlike the giving, obviously open body in his arms.

And then in a moment of vividness Dirk jerked his face to the side and squeezed the other man tight, and Jake gasped as a dark haired girl feel into them and started howling with laughter.

Jane?!

Roxy Lalonde followed.

An impromptu reunion on the dancefloor and Jake didn’t even realise he had been holding Dirk’s waist until he had to back off and slide his arms away. He nearly felt disappointed, at the loss.

llustrations inspired by awesome JohnDave ff Club called Heaven written by HandbagMurder

“…What stuff?” you stumble. “Do you wanna go grab the food from the car and we can sit and start eating? If you’re gunna get all mushy on me dude I want to be sitting down when you do it.”

John immediately flushes.

“I’m not going to get mushy! I just… I just wanted to say I appreciate spending time with you!”

Oh, thank god. .

llustrations inspired by awesome JohnDave ff Left of a manwritten by HandbagMurder

Who`d have tought I`d enjoy asexual Dave? :) and here I am, reading great ff and doodling autumn John/Dave doodles again :)