Hi Iām Greg! This is just a fun lil spot for me to dump all my Sam and Max stuff, of which I have a staggering amount! They are my gay dads and Iām love them Art tag is āmy artā. Likes and replies as secretagentg. 30, agender they/them, gaaaaaaaaaayyyyy
( @gaycrittercentral hi i was the writing anon :3c i hope you like it :3c )
Maud was watching over her kid, since Maximus was out with Sameth. Again. She knew that they were best friends, they had been since before they even knew she existed. It still hurt that her husband barely cared about her half the time. Not that she would complain, God forbid. At least Suzanne was good company to be in.
She was a good mother and a decent friend, and that was on the worst of days. That said, neither of them could get their children to stop crying. Not even Ruth was calming down, and, as feisty as she was, she was usually easy to quell. The noise was getting to be too much for Maud. Suzanne noticed her friend's breathing becoming quick and a bit shallow, which was not a good sign. "Maud? Do you need to step out for a bit," Suzanne inquired. Maud snapped back to reality for a second. She had to pause to realize what was said. "Oh, um. That would be nice! But, are you sure you can handle the little ones on your own?" Suzanne nodded. "If you need a break from the noise I hear the riverbank is a great place to find some quiet. You stay safe out there, okay Maud?" Maud nodded in a silent thanks and left the house.
Maud felt guilty leaving her child alone without his parents, but she would trust Suzanne with her life. Even if Maud never listened to her advice. She took a good walk to the riverbank, simultaneously counting her footsteps to keep herself busy and keeping an eye out for any potential dangers. Once she arrived at the riverbank, she wasn't really sure what to do. There wasn't a guide to this "alone time" thing. So, she kept walking along the shoreline. Eventually, something caught her eye. Through the bushes, she saw a flash of white fur. She suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions. The excitement she gets whenever she sees her husband at all, mixed with the dread she had been feeling around him lately. Maud knew it wasn't ladylike to spy, but she crept down by the bush anyway and peeked into the scene. Despite Maud's keen eye, Maximus was further away than she thought. But, he was with who she suspected him to be at least. She couldn't hear what Sameth or Maximus were saying, but she did see it happen. When they kissed.
She went completely still, but remained completely silent. ...Why wasn't she more upset about this? Sure, she was upset about what would become of her child and her only real friend, but... Seeing Maximus cheating was surprisingly not affecting her. Not directly. After all, it's not like they felt any closer than just friends. Maud scampered away as quietly as she could and found a different bush she could hide behind while she gathered her thoughts.
Her husband, who had never shown any interest in her. Now, apparently, maybe he just wasn't interested in women at all. It made her feel funny, but at least it meant it wasn't her fault. Not her fault for being a bad wife. Not her fault for being unattractive. It also meant he wasn't hanging around other women. It did make a lot more sense why he was always with Sameth now. But what did that mean for Suzanne? For Ruth? For Maud's perfectly stable marriage? Maud decided not to think about it. It was a bad idea to get caught up thinking about the "what ifs".
It was probably a better idea to go back home and watch over what was still "normal" in her life. Maud collected herself, wiped the mud off of her dress (ew), and began walking home. She tried to stay alert, but she was just so caught up in her thoughts. By the time she was at the house, she bumped into Suzanne, who was standing outside and getting some fresh air. Maud snapped out of her little daze, looking up at a very concerned Suzanne. "Maud? Can you hear me?" Maud stuttered, looking embarassed about her mindless wandering. "Y-Yeah, I can hear you. I'm sorry, I wasn't really paying attention..." Maud chuckled awkwardly. She tried to ignore how hard Suzanne was frowning at her. "Honey, you're covered in mud! What happened?" When Maud just looked at the ground, Suzanne let out a soft sigh. Her face softened, not wanting to upset her friend too much. "Let's get you inside and cleaned up, then we can talk about what happened." Maud nodded, letting Suzanne lead her inside. Her hand was soft in all the right places and calloused in all the others. Why was Maud thinking about that right now? Snap out of it.
Maud watched absently as Suzanne picked a nightgown from the closet. She just waited to be instructed. It was the safe thing to do. When Suzanne handed her the dress, she looked around like she had never seen it before and didn't know what to do. It wasn't like she hadn't, or didn't, respectively... she was just worried she would mess it up. Somehow. Suzanne coughed awkwardly. "You can go put that on, M." Maud blushed, embarassed about her skittishness. "Yeah, okay." She meandered off to behind the privacy barrier, quick to finish changing. Being on her own made her squeamish, so she knew she had to be fast. When she returned to Suzanne, she was holding her day dress in a heap. Suzanne took it from her, but not before accidentally brushing against her arm and noticing how cold she was. "Oh, M, you're freezing!" Suzanne dropped the dress haphazardly and hugged Maud firmly.
Maud seemed to lose her breath for a moment. Suzanne was warm, caring, soft, inviting... Maud leaned into her, trying her best to supress sobs. Suzanne patted her friend's back. "What happened out there, Maud?" Maud frowned. Just in this one night, Suzanne had said her name more than her husband had in their whole marriage. Was she undesirable as even a friend?
No, pay attention. Suzanne asked you a question. "I... I fell... r-re-really hard... and.... and..." Maud sniffled. She couldn't hide her tears. She sounded like a child. She hated that. "And it really hu-hurt... and I messed... up... my dress... and..." She was kind of bullshitting, but she did mess up her dress and her knees did hurt from kneeling on the river's shore. Suzanne just kept hugging her, patting her on the back. It was very comforting. Almost as it was uncomfortable. It was weird how much Suzanne cared. It wasn't something Maud was used to. Still, it felt nice. Too nice. But, after tonight, Maud didn't care about what she did or didn't deserve.
She stayed there until Suzanne pulled away, delighting in the warmth and softness and love until it was deemed too much. "Okay, Maud, I'll keep an eye on the kids. You just go to bed and get some rest." Maud nodded. She shambled out of the nursery, up the stairs, and into her room. That night, she slept faced away from her husband's side of the bed. Maximus was never into cuddling, and now, she guessed, she knew why. Well, he wasn't receiving anymore affection that he didn't ask for. At least, not tonight.
AAAYYYYYY HOLY SHIT THIS SLAPS !!! :'Dc šāØāØāØšāØāØšāØšš
Oh my god there's so much good about this. I love Maud's characterization, especially in little things like waiting for instruction because it feels safer and not wanting to be alone for even a moment--it just feels like it fleshes out how she ended up in this unfortunate situation really nicely, highlighting how her insecurities make her prioritize those around her. And Suzanne calling her M is just !!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHBGNDSBFB THATS REALLY GOOD
Maud's reaction to finding out about them is also great, just sort of numbly accepting it and feeling almost relieved that it's not her fault but still feeling like she needs to break down because it's a death knell for the norms she'd enjoyed up until then. And also hell yeah for Suzanne being a solid and loving friend and also having soft lovely hands and probably soft lips you should totally go find out Maud !!!!
What an absolutely delightful little read, and once again I am so honored that my silly thing and the characters that came along with it could inspire you to create something like this :'D thank you so much for creating it and sharing it with me and everyone!! š (also if it's ok with you I'd love to add a link to it in the original fic for further reading heheee)
Aaaaaaa happy mining crafting memory :D unfortunately ummm it wasnāt me either, I think I helped a little but thatās it ^^; I wanna say it was maaaaybe Jora?? But tbh Iām not certain either lmaoooo
hi... i have been writing a small oneshot about maud that makes no sense in context.... your fic makes me very sad (/vvvvvpos) and i want to share my little fic with you if you're okay with it.........
OH MY GOD ???
Waaaaughhfhdh absolutely feel free!! I am just floored to know that it resonated with you enough to make another work based on it, and especially on Maud who absolutely deserves her own narrative hehehee!! Do feel free to post it and link it to me for sure when you do! :āD
GREG JUMPSCARE guess what Iām alive !! And I am happy and proud to present all of yāall with this:
Circa 1901 Official Gallery
(More sketches under the cut!)
After some very nice comments from some very cool people discussing my also-took-forever-to-post passion project of the last few years, Circa 1901, I figured I had taken too long already to upload everything else related to it that I promised a full year ago when I finally posted the fic itself, and thereās no time like the present to actually get around to it! Having had the idea rattling around in my brain for likeā¦god, two? Three years?? Before I ever worked up the courage to post it, Iāve drawn a nice little handful of sketches for the story but never gotten around to sharing them lmao. So I figure Iāll put em all in a big gallery post to be viewed as a collection! Each one will have a small caption and a translation of any terrible handwriting they may feature in the alt text lol. Iām also gonna try and get them uploaded to AO3 once I have time :> all the rest will be under a cut so they donāt make for a huge wall of post. Iād be delighted if yāall checked it out!!
Whoops this is already a little bit of a text wall. Ok sorry abt that thanks for listening hereās the rest of the art if you wanna see it!!
Firstly, up top here Iād like to say thank you, thank you, one thousand times thank you, to absolutely everyone who read, enjoyed, or even just tolerated me rambling about my brainworm fic :ā) from friends who saw the first few drafts on discord and inspired and celebrated it with me to stunningly kind comments after its posting, yāall make my soul absolutely alight with the joy and warmth of community and it absolutely cannot be overstated. I donāt care if that sounds like purple prose the fic is very much the same anyway lmaoooo
Commentary time! I may as well mention I donāt have much to say about the first and only full color illustration but I do still love how it turned out! As you can see from the signature, most of these are from around two years ago in 2024. I donāt often have the motivation for full color and Iāve long since given up on lineart lmao, but I had a blast with the warm colors and painterly style on this one. Fun fact, the original Google doc has a sort of warm, vintage pink as the page color too. For some reason that color just feels emblematic of the work to me, god knows why lol.
Lmao that feeling when youāre a new dad and itās scary and also your best friend is here and oh my god heās so nice and it would be so so cool if you could share a family and be dads together but you fucked up years ago without even realizing and now youāll forever be close enough to feel teased but not close enough to be fulfilled!! Lmao that feeling !!! That weāve all uh. Definitely felt
Fun fact, this beautiful comic from honeyciub depicts the moments directly before this so they kinda tie together well! :D
My designs for Suzanne and Maud!! I love them dearly and honestly if I could choose where to put my hyperfocus, they would absolutely deserve a side story of their own. Particularly I always felt like Maudās perspective would have a lot to be explored. I see her as having been raised to be very permissive and submissive to her family and her husband, poor thing, the type of person whoās just trying to balance a delicate life so hard that she wonāt even acknowledge itās in danger of collapsing for fear of causing it. She knows things aren't really that good with Maximus and their family, she's not stupid, but she's desperate to believe that everything is okay and it puts her pretty deep in denial :'( I think of Suzanne as being more headstrong and practical, and after their husbands disappeared she might have grown a little bitter over the whole situationābut particularly in regard to Maximus, who she always held accountable as a bad influence on her husband and a real letdown of a husband to Maud. And like, sure, Max is trying, but itās hard and Suzyās still not particularly wrong. She's the type to try and take up for Maud by criticizing the way her husband treats her, only to be frustrated when Maud insists that there's nothing wrong.
I think after the disappearance the two of them would have grown closer as Maud struggled to cope with it all, with Suzanne sort of defiantly becoming her rock and doing her best to keep both their families afloat. Ruth for sure got a lot of her can-do attitude and toughness from her mother :ā) oh also tangential but I think Suzanne could be an author that'd be cool! anyway they both deserve the world and honestly if they decided to be lesbian lovers and finally find real happiness in one another then like. I'm just sayin that'd be neat lmaoooo
The Kiss !! (Non-Gustav Klimt edition lmao)
not too much to say here, this was just one of the scenes that really made me crazy when I was coming up with the fic and so of course I had to draw it. Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves starts playing in my brain every time I reread it hehe
a nice smooch :) a smonch if you will. idk sometimes you just gotta draw em smonchin y'know
Humorous take on Sameth's personal epiphanies in the wake of the honey whiskey kiss lmaoooo. If only Maximus really felt confident and secure enough to walk away casually from such a thing :') ah well don't worry bud your descendant will do that kind of thing and much worse all the time to make up for it!
Nother kinda humorous take on the confession scene teehee I can't help but be sillay it's in my blood. side note it's so hard to take Sameth seriously with that mustache LMAO
nother sad smonch :> that's uhhhh that's it lmao. smonch good
and last but not least, y'all have actually seen this one before--it's a sketch request I took possibly before I ever actually wrote the first draft of the fic! This was my first time drawing them, but not my first time thinking about them and how much tragedy I could possibly fit into their sad little lives lmaoooo you can actually tell from the tags on that post that I was already diseased. actually lookit this it's funny
surpriiiiise I did not stop. lmaoooooo
Aaaaand that brings us to the end of the gallery!! Like I said I plan to put this up on AO3 too, but I'm just gonna copy the descriptions for ease of posting so no need to check that out if you read to the end of this, lol. Speaking of, if you did read to the end of this then thank you so much for stopping by!! I will admit I have had other brainworms tormenting me for some time now and have not been particularly active in the fandom for a bit, but Sam and Max are still dear to me and if anybody has things to screech about regarding them (or particularly Sameth and Maximus because uhhh. The Disease) I would happily screech!! Okay that's it thank you all byeeeeee :>
GREG JUMPSCARE guess what Iām alive !! And I am happy and proud to present all of yāall with this:
Circa 1901 Official Gallery
(More sketches under the cut!)
After some very nice comments from some very cool people discussing my also-took-forever-to-post passion project of the last few years, Circa 1901, I figured I had taken too long already to upload everything else related to it that I promised a full year ago when I finally posted the fic itself, and thereās no time like the present to actually get around to it! Having had the idea rattling around in my brain for likeā¦god, two? Three years?? Before I ever worked up the courage to post it, Iāve drawn a nice little handful of sketches for the story but never gotten around to sharing them lmao. So I figure Iāll put em all in a big gallery post to be viewed as a collection! Each one will have a small caption and a translation of any terrible handwriting they may feature in the alt text lol. Iām also gonna try and get them uploaded to AO3 once I have time :> all the rest will be under a cut so they donāt make for a huge wall of post. Iād be delighted if yāall checked it out!!
Whoops this is already a little bit of a text wall. Ok sorry abt that thanks for listening hereās the rest of the art if you wanna see it!!
Firstly, up top here Iād like to say thank you, thank you, one thousand times thank you, to absolutely everyone who read, enjoyed, or even just tolerated me rambling about my brainworm fic :ā) from friends who saw the first few drafts on discord and inspired and celebrated it with me to stunningly kind comments after its posting, yāall make my soul absolutely alight with the joy and warmth of community and it absolutely cannot be overstated. I donāt care if that sounds like purple prose the fic is very much the same anyway lmaoooo
Commentary time! I may as well mention I donāt have much to say about the first and only full color illustration but I do still love how it turned out! As you can see from the signature, most of these are from around two years ago in 2024. I donāt often have the motivation for full color and Iāve long since given up on lineart lmao, but I had a blast with the warm colors and painterly style on this one. Fun fact, the original Google doc has a sort of warm, vintage pink as the page color too. For some reason that color just feels emblematic of the work to me, god knows why lol.
Lmao that feeling when youāre a new dad and itās scary and also your best friend is here and oh my god heās so nice and it would be so so cool if you could share a family and be dads together but you fucked up years ago without even realizing and now youāll forever be close enough to feel teased but not close enough to be fulfilled!! Lmao that feeling !!! That weāve all uh. Definitely felt
Fun fact, this beautiful comic from honeyciub depicts the moments directly before this so they kinda tie together well! :D
My designs for Suzanne and Maud!! I love them dearly and honestly if I could choose where to put my hyperfocus, they would absolutely deserve a side story of their own. Particularly I always felt like Maudās perspective would have a lot to be explored. I see her as having been raised to be very permissive and submissive to her family and her husband, poor thing, the type of person whoās just trying to balance a delicate life so hard that she wonāt even acknowledge itās in danger of collapsing for fear of causing it. She knows things aren't really that good with Maximus and their family, she's not stupid, but she's desperate to believe that everything is okay and it puts her pretty deep in denial :'( I think of Suzanne as being more headstrong and practical, and after their husbands disappeared she might have grown a little bitter over the whole situationābut particularly in regard to Maximus, who she always held accountable as a bad influence on her husband and a real letdown of a husband to Maud. And like, sure, Max is trying, but itās hard and Suzyās still not particularly wrong. She's the type to try and take up for Maud by criticizing the way her husband treats her, only to be frustrated when Maud insists that there's nothing wrong.
I think after the disappearance the two of them would have grown closer as Maud struggled to cope with it all, with Suzanne sort of defiantly becoming her rock and doing her best to keep both their families afloat. Ruth for sure got a lot of her can-do attitude and toughness from her mother :ā) oh also tangential but I think Suzanne could be an author that'd be cool! anyway they both deserve the world and honestly if they decided to be lesbian lovers and finally find real happiness in one another then like. I'm just sayin that'd be neat lmaoooo
The Kiss !! (Non-Gustav Klimt edition lmao)
not too much to say here, this was just one of the scenes that really made me crazy when I was coming up with the fic and so of course I had to draw it. Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves starts playing in my brain every time I reread it hehe
a nice smooch :) a smonch if you will. idk sometimes you just gotta draw em smonchin y'know
Humorous take on Sameth's personal epiphanies in the wake of the honey whiskey kiss lmaoooo. If only Maximus really felt confident and secure enough to walk away casually from such a thing :') ah well don't worry bud your descendant will do that kind of thing and much worse all the time to make up for it!
Nother kinda humorous take on the confession scene teehee I can't help but be sillay it's in my blood. side note it's so hard to take Sameth seriously with that mustache LMAO
nother sad smonch :> that's uhhhh that's it lmao. smonch good
and last but not least, y'all have actually seen this one before--it's a sketch request I took possibly before I ever actually wrote the first draft of the fic! This was my first time drawing them, but not my first time thinking about them and how much tragedy I could possibly fit into their sad little lives lmaoooo you can actually tell from the tags on that post that I was already diseased. actually lookit this it's funny
surpriiiiise I did not stop. lmaoooooo
Aaaaand that brings us to the end of the gallery!! Like I said I plan to put this up on AO3 too, but I'm just gonna copy the descriptions for ease of posting so no need to check that out if you read to the end of this, lol. Speaking of, if you did read to the end of this then thank you so much for stopping by!! I will admit I have had other brainworms tormenting me for some time now and have not been particularly active in the fandom for a bit, but Sam and Max are still dear to me and if anybody has things to screech about regarding them (or particularly Sameth and Maximus because uhhh. The Disease) I would happily screech!! Okay that's it thank you all byeeeeee :>
A little fanart for the wonderful and sleep-schedule-destroying fanfic 'Circa 1901' by @gaycrittercentral on AO3. I live for their suffering. :3
I wanted to do so much more for this, but I can't FOR NOW, so I need everyone to read this because I have so many unprocessed thoughts and I need someone to talk to about it (probably with a therapist)! GO! GO!
OH MY GOD ???? AAAAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY SHITTTTT
I just !! Eek Iām trying to organize my thoughts into something coherent but itās hard because every thought is just a scream or general fluffy happy feeling lmaoooo IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT THIS ART FUCKIN SLAPS !! :āD I love your style and the babby look so cute I love that he is just a ball and maybe paneling isnāt quite right because there arenāt hard panels exactly but like the flow of the comic is really good also YAYYYYYYYY
Itās wild to think how long this fic was just like, bubbling on the back burner in my mind and making me ill at all hours with angst thoughts, and for a while I wasnāt certain if I would ever manage to get it out thereāand now to hear someone say they want to talk about it and have been thinking about it like ??? Thatās so sweet Iām gonna cry :āD I would so so happily talk to anybody abt it by the way!! Iāve been tormented with other fandom thoughts for a little bit but these morons are still so important to me heheheeeee
so as long as tumblr keeps this, here's the tumblr version of etiquette that was maintained when twitter's quote-retweets affected artist visibility/notes:
for art that someone has added reblog commentary to (or removed the caption from), reblog from the source
otherwise, avoid adding reblog comments to art (as this will affect the artist's notes/visibility)āutilize tags and replies to provide commentary (which artists will absolutely appreciate)
reblog comments are comments added to the body of a post, not the tags and not replies.
every day I learn bot comments on ao3 are stooping lower and lower
anyway if you get a comment like this, chances are that they are bot and their goal is to do whatever it takes to get you to delete your work, most certainly (from what Iāve heard) itās because they want to āsafelyā steal your work, use it to train their ai without you being able to rightfully claim ownership of your work since āthereās no proof that the work was stolen/was posted elsewhere first by youā because the original source has already been deleted.
THEY ARE ALL BOTS. at first it was āao3 is deleting fics and your entire account will be affected unless you delete the fics yourselfā then it was āthis work contains contents that are illegal and they have already reported you and your fic to the policeā (yes, thatās how desperate these bots are), and now itās this.
report their comments to ao3 for spamāin this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment tooāand donāt pay attention to them, most importantly donāt delete your works, donāt feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on peopleās works at random to get people to delete their works. (or even if theyāre not bot, they are still pathetic bullies who donāt deserve your time or attention.)
MORE ABOUT BOTS AND SCAMS PLAGUING AO3āS COMMENTS SECTION HERE
Circa 1901, my goofy ass purple prose extremely tragic retelling of Sameth and Maximus's lives is now up on AO3 and I am shrieking hellishly with excitement :> here tis if you're in the mood to suffer greatly fjdksl;ghsd
Circa 1901
(by the way I'm forever insane about these idiots so uh if anyone wants to talk about them or suggest drawing ideas related to them um. ummmm. that's a thing you could do)
Summary:
Deep under the cracked asphalt at the corner of Straight and Narrow, a pair of bleached old bones and a pile of dusty tapes tell a tale of adventure and mystery. But not all stories make it to the silver screenānot the ones that matter, the ones lived between the lines, behind the curtain. Stories of silent dedication, of breaking points and sweet mistakes; of love that cannot live, yet never dies. Sometimes true devotion lies in shadows and in secrecy.
Here lies a love too strong to be remembered, except by the very bones it etched itself into.
~
A brief meander through the lives of Sam and Max's ancestors, Sameth and Maximus, exploring the struggles of taboo love in the late Victorian era. When I first played 302 I was like 'haha they're just reskinned sam and max they're probably still gay......oh my god they're still gay. in the homophobic year of our lord 1901'. And then I had to torment myself, obviously.
Canon compliant to 302 and full of spoilers for it, very thoroughly a tragedy. But even dying embers are pretty while they're burning out, right?
AHHHH oh my goodness absolutely!! :D yes I would wholeheartedly welcome 1901-inspired art from anyone and everyone! I love these old-timey morons and I'm so excited to see what you come up with heheheeee
Circa 1901, my goofy ass purple prose extremely tragic retelling of Sameth and Maximus's lives is now up on AO3 and I am shrieking hellishly with excitement :> here tis if you're in the mood to suffer greatly fjdksl;ghsd
Circa 1901
(by the way I'm forever insane about these idiots so uh if anyone wants to talk about them or suggest drawing ideas related to them um. ummmm. that's a thing you could do)
Summary:
Deep under the cracked asphalt at the corner of Straight and Narrow, a pair of bleached old bones and a pile of dusty tapes tell a tale of adventure and mystery. But not all stories make it to the silver screenānot the ones that matter, the ones lived between the lines, behind the curtain. Stories of silent dedication, of breaking points and sweet mistakes; of love that cannot live, yet never dies. Sometimes true devotion lies in shadows and in secrecy.
Here lies a love too strong to be remembered, except by the very bones it etched itself into.
~
A brief meander through the lives of Sam and Max's ancestors, Sameth and Maximus, exploring the struggles of taboo love in the late Victorian era. When I first played 302 I was like 'haha they're just reskinned sam and max they're probably still gay......oh my god they're still gay. in the homophobic year of our lord 1901'. And then I had to torment myself, obviously.
Canon compliant to 302 and full of spoilers for it, very thoroughly a tragedy. But even dying embers are pretty while they're burning out, right?
Afternoon self reblog!! For anyone who didnāt see my frantic 2 am warning that I was about to post something, behold, the thing I was about to post! Probably not the best release schedule, in retrospect.
Anyway this story has taken up months of my time and energy and brain space and I love it dearly and would love for anyone and everyone to check it out if youād like ^^ it has yearning!! Itās gonna have art!!! It even has a bonus story I need to finish editing lmao COME READ IT BLEASEEEE
Circa 1901, my goofy ass purple prose extremely tragic retelling of Sameth and Maximus's lives is now up on AO3 and I am shrieking hellishly with excitement :> here tis if you're in the mood to suffer greatly fjdksl;ghsd
Circa 1901
(by the way I'm forever insane about these idiots so uh if anyone wants to talk about them or suggest drawing ideas related to them um. ummmm. that's a thing you could do)
Summary:
Deep under the cracked asphalt at the corner of Straight and Narrow, a pair of bleached old bones and a pile of dusty tapes tell a tale of adventure and mystery. But not all stories make it to the silver screenānot the ones that matter, the ones lived between the lines, behind the curtain. Stories of silent dedication, of breaking points and sweet mistakes; of love that cannot live, yet never dies. Sometimes true devotion lies in shadows and in secrecy.
Here lies a love too strong to be remembered, except by the very bones it etched itself into.
~
A brief meander through the lives of Sam and Max's ancestors, Sameth and Maximus, exploring the struggles of taboo love in the late Victorian era. When I first played 302 I was like 'haha they're just reskinned sam and max they're probably still gay......oh my god they're still gay. in the homophobic year of our lord 1901'. And then I had to torment myself, obviously.
Canon compliant to 302 and full of spoilers for it, very thoroughly a tragedy. But even dying embers are pretty while they're burning out, right?
Heeeeeyyy whatās uuupppp :) itās meeeee the devil Gregoryyyyy
Although I do kinda feel like the devil for vanishing with no explanation like that. Uh. My bad ^^; I tend to lose motivation for posting every so often and it can be hard to get it back, yāall know how it is. But I really gotta post this time because I have some fun news!!
So, those who have put up with me over Discord know that I really, really, really like Sameth and Maximus because I read Tipping the Velvet in college and it turned into some kinda Victorian queer tragic romance epiphany for me (wildly extremely good book but also very nsfw donāt go looking if youāre a minor lol). Ever since this epiphany (read: infection of the brain) I have had a story in my mind that longed to escape, clawing at the bars of my skull not unlike Max if left to sit for too long with no near-death experiences. First it made its way to the few unfortunate discord buddies who chose so kindly to indulge my insane ramblings; now, after over a year of writing and editing and screeching and weeping and editing some more, it shall soon make its way to all of you. :>
I must warn you, if youāre reading this and thinking āGod, they sound pretentious,ā then youāre probably not going to be a fan. But if youāre thinking, āOoh I love copious amounts of adjectives and purple prose and deep sappy yearning hell yeahā then HELL YEAH you should absolutely come check it out!! I just need to get everything sorted on AO3, and as soon as I have it all set, Iām very excited to come back here and see if I can drag anyone down into this gay Victorian suffering pit alongside me. Please. It gets lonely. Does it help if there will be art because there will be :ā)
Anyhow COMING SOON tomorrow or even tonight if the posting process isnāt too much of an ordeal who fuckin knows. And until then, all interested parties, please purchase some preparatory tissues. If Iāve done my job correctly, youāre going to need them >:)
Oh ykānow what have a preview sketch and summary might as well hehe
āDeep under the cracked asphalt at the corner of Straight and Narrow, a pair of bleached old bones and a pile of dusty tapes tell a tale of adventure and mystery. But not all stories make it to the silver screenānot the ones that matter, the ones lived between the lines, behind the curtain. Stories of silent dedication, of breaking points and sweet mistakes; of love that cannot live, yet never dies. Sometimes true devotion lies in shadows and in secrecy.
Here lies a love too strong to be remembered, except by the very bones it etched itself into.ā
