#actually speechless. yer art is amazin

[scriv3lloirl]

THIS IS FUCKIN GORGEOUS ARE YOU KIDDIN ME???

@scriv3lloirl guess who got his ipad back!!

Closeups n individuals under the cut

Ik the colors are different in literally every picture my ipad is just weird

[shy-nightmare]

So the weasels visited me again last night. And they gave me a gift 🥺🎁

Since it's almost Christmas, I'll share what happened with you guys!😁 @weaselnerd, @lastofautumn and @los-angeles-toon-patrol, you guys are gonna crack up 🤣

So I'm at the tunnel in Mt. Hollywood, and I don't know how I got here. I scurry around, trying to find my way back to town when Smartass stops me

"Hey, dollface!" he calls out, stepping out of the tunnel with his boogle trailing behind him.

Oh Christ, what now? I think to myself and roll my eyes. Sighing exasperatedly, I turn to face him ready to escape whatever bullshit they have in mind for me this time. "Yeah?"

"Listen," the Brooklyn gangster holds his hands up nonchalantly, "We know we's been houndin' ya fer da last three months now-"

"You think?" I cut him off, glancing between him and Greasy with a raised brow. The Spaniard weasel greets me with a smug, perverse smirk and a flirty wink.

Smartass glares at me for a moment, then continues. "Anyway, I can only imagine how difficult it's been, postin' chapters and 'bakin'' art one month after anotha'. But since you've been woirkin' so hard, we thought it'd be real nice ta' give youse an early Christmas gift."

You can imagine my surprise as soon as he said those words. The weasels have a gift for me? And Smartass of all people helped?

That was...touching, to say the least. I was perplexed, but I knew there was a catch here. Especially if it's them. After a moment, I reply sassily, "You mean you'll stop the late-night hauntings? Or better yet, keep your horndog here away from me?"

Greasy arches a brow, then grins. "Oh, come on, querida. You're not still mad at me for that, are you?" he steps closer, wearing a sympathetic frown. "You've been so tense and stressed out, you needed a break. What kind of a gentleman would I be if I wouldn't offer a beautiful, hardworking woman such as yourself my services~?"

Again, I roll my eyes. "Oh please, the only service you could provide is giving Bongo a bonus for tossing your ass out of the Ink & Paint Club."

"DAAAAAMN!" Psycho and Wheezy both shout out as Stupid lost it, all laughing and chortling wildly at my roast. Greasy stares at me in jaw-dropped shock as Wheezy slips up behind to nudge his shoulder, "She just grilled yer ass, son!"

"STOP THAT LAUGHIN'!" Smartass barks out, and they shut up before he turns back to me. "Yer lucky we like youse, kid! We don't just hand out goodies fer anyone, y'know!"

"Wow, I feel so loved." I reply deadpanned and cross my arms, "So...whatcha got for me?"

Smartass smirks and digs into his jacket. He walks over to me and I keep my guard up, ready to flinch when...

...he gives me a present.

My eyes go wide. Wait, what?

"You..." I ask, speechless, "You guys actually got me a present?"

"Yeah," the gangster answers, and for a moment, I could've sworn I saw a tiny, sincere smile curl his lips. "We figured you desoirve somethin' special fer everythin' you've done and how hard you've woirked. So ta' cut tha' 'sentimentalist' bullshtick, Merry Christmas, Shy."

I couldn't blink. I couldn't even talk or think. I...was really not expecting this. Especially from Smartass.

This was so unexpected, I couldn't hide a smile. They got me a gift for Christmas. Isn't that sweet? 🥺

"Awe, you guys!" I gush while tearing off the wrapping, "Thank you! You really didn't have to--"

I open the gift and this is what they got me.

This. This right here. This is what they give me for Christmas.

An Eddie Valiant entrée wrapped in a Christmas present ¬_¬

I knew it. This was simply too good to be true.

Taking my silence for awestruck amazement, Smartass shrugs his shoulders half-heartedly and grins, "Yeah, sweet, ain't it? It's amazin' what ya can do with bendin' the laws of physics if you're a Toon."

"Uh...yeah, thanks." I thank him, keeping my smile warm and genuine. Damn, Valiant, looks like you've been hittin' the pig mask department again, huh?

"Yer welcome! Now before you go, there's somethin' we wanna ask ya."

Oh, boy. Should I even ask? 🙄

I sigh, "Yes?"

"WHEN WILL YOU POST CHAPTER SEVEN?!" all five weasels shout at me.

"Jesus Christ!" I yell back, waving my arms up, "Sometime next week, all right?! I've already decided when I'm gonna post it, let me figure out the time, please!"

This is one of the reasons why I post updates 😑

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! 😊