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Commission for Hammy! Truth is, all the other abominable snowman drawings this week were failed attempts for this commission. I hope you’ll enjoy this one! :]

Over a year later, and i’m still so proud of this.

Over a year later, and i’m still so proud of this.

“we’re on a ship. Pun intended.”
“we’re on a ship. Pun intended.”

“we’re on a ship. Pun intended.”

Jeemaro to settle all your feels.
Jeemaro to settle all your feels.

Jeemaro to settle all your feels.

Playing with pixels

/groans
I tried to Fur and Steel art
/groans
I tried to Fur and Steel art

/groans

I tried to Fur and Steel art

“ “Mr. Hale?”
Derek inwardly winced. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. He had been caught. Slowly, he turned around.
“Ah! I thought that was you!” Stiles beamed, walking over to Derek. “Getting some shopping done?”
Derek just nodded. He glanced at...

“Mr. Hale?”

Derek inwardly winced. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. He had been caught. Slowly, he turned around.

“Ah! I thought that was you!” Stiles beamed, walking over to Derek. “Getting some shopping done?”

Derek just nodded. He glanced at the cabbage, grabbing one firmly in his hands. “I like cabbage.” Derek instantly berated himself for his stupidity. ‘I like cabbage? Seriously?’

Stiles’ brows arched up, amused. “Cabbage, huh?”

Aidi reawoke my love for this fic

Derek full on ran back to the coffee shop. He threw open the door, but it was too late. Stiles was standing next to the table, bag situated on a chair, one of the books open in his hands. Derek could have died. “Those aren’t- they- I’m not-” Derek couldn’t seem to find the right words.

Stiles glanced over to Derek who could only stare from the doorway. “Is… this for me?” he asked.

Derek thought it would be best at this point to keep his mouth shut. So he just stood in the doorway, mentally freaking out, though you wouldn’t guess it if you saw his face.

Stiles looked back at the bag, then to Derek, then at the book in his hands. Something seemed to click. A soft smile began to form on his lips. “Thanks, Mr. Hale,” Stiles lit up. He closed the book, running his thumb over the various tags sticking out. “I love it. I’ll try some of these out tomorrow.”

[internally screaming] (fic link)