*squeaks and flaps hands happily*
Took three hours.
Where's the eggs?
Eeeep! *hides behind Tuuri* I just, I just! There were hands! Hands are hard, guys! And then my brain was like "but what are they lying on?" and I was like "@#$*-#%^@ you mean I have to draw a bed? ugh", and then it was like "but you need more colors but they have to be warm but also contrast with what you already have" and I just said "@!#^$ off brain". So now it's done. Art is harrrrrrd! *whines*
....Don't mind me...
I'm just
having a
heart-att
ack....
[hee hee, image name = "cuddlepile"]
[...]
It's so cute! And yet, more than cute, it, ah.... you know, it's just the kids having a nap like a pile of kittens in a basket, nothing to see here, more or less family-friendly... and yet there's Emil shirtless. And Tuuri looking closer to her adult age than she sometimes does in the comic, and Lalli in his dream-kitty pose, and, um...
WELL IT IS A CUDDLEPILE, THAT IS THE TECHNICAL TERM I BELIEVE. (By the way, do you know how hard it is to find non-sexualized reference pics of adults cuddling? Especially more than two. It is
really frikkin' hard. Most of my inspiration ended up being pictures of kittens snuggling because that's all I could find that fit the mood I wanted. Now you know.)
Yes but see that is like... what SSSS is like in my head, you know? It's cheerful, but not because non-family-friendly things don't exist--it's cheerful because it
is, bad things and all. I have a couple thousand words of disjointed unfinished fanfic including teenaged!Tuuri and Lalli talking awkwardly about sex, and Emil and Tuuri trying to find somewhere to go make out where they won't get
interrupted--and ending up talking about Lalli instead of making out the moment they do get some time alone, and Lalli developing the habit of just sort of draping himself over Emil and falling asleep the moment Emil stops moving long enough for him to do so, and Lalli shoving Emil's face into the pillow at the end of the day when Emil is trying to insist on staying up and keeping watch himself because it's just the three of them alone and he'll stop trying to protect them the moment he falls over from exhaustion and no sooner, and and and...
...and then I made myself sad that they're not real people and I will therefore never be able to fluff Tuuri's fuzzy hair, and so I drew this instead. The end. \o/
ETA: OH by the way it's
on my Tumblr too now so you can giggle at the tags and reblog if you are so inclined.
