bdm fanart:
In bandom, you can find amazing stories like The Negotiation Limerick File and it's (almost) sequel The Grasshopper Unit by harriet_vane. Both of which were linked to me by pepino21786 and then, well, how could I not FANART THE HELL OUT OF THEM?

thank yous: much hearts and love and hugs to pepino21786 for listening to me whine about this and offering her thoughts. and an extra big tacklehug to lunachickk for doing the same, even though she could not possibly care less about bandom. And harriet_vane, who is made of win and unicorns. ♥♥♥

also, it's possible I have 3-7 more sketches I'm working on based off of The Negotiation Limerick File and The Grasshopper Unit - but only time will tell if they amount of anything other than the complete crap they are now.

All bits of story are obviously credited to harriet_vane, whom I hope approves because I kind of adore her, and her brilliant brain, like crazy. <3

There were three more kids in the closet. Bob ignored Spencer’s outraged noise to make sure Mikey’s machine hadn’t accidentally given anyone two noses or three arms. They looked just about like he’d expected; Brendon was sitting cross-legged and covering his mouth with both hands, all big eyes and smothered giggles. Ryan was as far back into the corner as he could get, knees drawn up and biting his lip, staring at Bob with huge, scared eyes. Jon was sitting next to him, holding his hand, looking pretty mellow about the whole thing.





Ryan was thoughtfully coloring a pink flower on Brendon’s arm. Brendon giggled. “That tickles,” he said. Ryan stopped, and Brendon said, “No, it’s okay. You can color on me if you want. We’re boyfriends.”

He said it so fucking casually that Bob just froze. He looked at Ray, and Ray looked at Gerard, and Gerard shrugged. Frank laughed like a hyena. “Boyfriends?” asked Bob carefully.

“I remember that,” said Brendon certainly. “I love Ryan and Ryan loves me. Ryan, I’m gonna draw a heart on your face, okay?” Ryan nodded, and Brendon picked up the red marker.

Bob could have thrown up from all the cute.





Mikey’s invention looked a lot like the hairdryer, with a remote control soldered to the side, and flashing lights everywhere. “You’re sure that’s gonna work?” Gerard asked for the seventh time.

Mikey shrugged. “Either that,’ he said, “or it’ll turn them into even smaller kids. Or geckos. That’d be sort of cool. We could keep them in a terrarium.”

“We’re not keeping anyone in a terrarium,” said Ray firmly.









credit required.
and really, you should credit harriet_vane <3