#been busy workin on comms but I have been doing tons of sketches in my free time

[derelictheretic]

Wip sometime!

I've been tagged in a few wip days but most recently tagged by @adelaidedrubman, @ishwaris, @strafethesesinners and @natesofrellis ty <333

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I have not been writing a ton atm, doing all the october prompts wiped me out but I have some small things to share!!

Very small sneak peak at a Charmeine third bday fic that's in the works bc it's comin up soon 🥺💕

John had been counting down the minutes, unable to sleep due to his excitement. It was ten minutes to midnight, ten minutes until Charmeine's third birthday. The toddler was tucked in between Dean and himself, currently curled against Dean with one of her small hands clutching onto a handful of his hair. John gently petted her head, her light brown hair soft as silk under his palm. He could barely believe it had been three years, it still felt like they brought her home for the first time a week ago.

Well, she was much bigger than she was then, he remembers when he was able to tuck her small body against him with one arm. Not that he held her like that often, she'd been a wriggly one since she took her first breath and two arms were always advised when carrying her. Not everyone took that advisery under consideration, Jacob had constantly given John grey hairs with how haphazardly he carried his niece.

More of the single dad au, this time with a fun lil conversation about mortuary work bc I was watching a lot of playthroughs of the mortuarys assistant

Caleb laughs as Dean flops down on the couch, stretching out and resting his back over Caleb's legs. He lets out a dramatic sigh of content as he gets comfortable, Caleb trying to hold back his giggling as he bats at his dad's side.

"Is it just me or did the couch get bumpier?" Dean asks, eyebrows pulled tight together as he shimmies in place. Caleb rolls his eyes as Dean grins, playfully nudging Caleb's stomach with his elbow.

"Dad!" Caleb groans half heartedly, the grin on his face giving him away as he swats Dean's arm away. Dean chuckles and rests his arms down, opening his mouth to say something when the sound of quick footsteps interrupts. Charmeine jumps up and bodyslams on top of him before he can get a word out; earning a loud burst of laughter from Caleb.

"Oomf—hello sweetie," Dean coughs as Charmeine clambers up on him, sitting on his stomach and holding her hands up. Dean lifts his hands up and allows Charmeine to play a one sided game of paddy cake as she beams down at him.

"Daddy, do you want to hear what I learned today?"

"Of course I do angel, what did you learn?"

"Annie's daddy makes dead people pretty for funerals," Charmeine relays, continuing slapping Dean's hands and clapping along to a tune in her head. Caleb makes a sound akin to a scoff as both he and Dean look at her with their mouths fallen open in shock.

"Oh... Delightful!" Dean says after a moment of silence, glancing at Caleb who just shakes his head in disbelief.

"She says she gets to put makeup on them." Charmeine adds and Caleb repeats the sound he made before much less subtly.

"Is that allowed?" He asks, looking down at Dean who squints up at the ceiling in thought, before pursing his lips and shrugging gently.

And as always I have art wips coming out the wazoo, have a sneak peak at the 3 most recent ones <3