lotsofsq
lotsofsq
Nathaniel Curtain’s Biggest Fan
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main is ahhfeari was flashbanged by these guys mid February 2024 so i may as well post all my fanart where there is actually a fandom
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lotsofsq · 3 hours ago
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poor milligan, they don’t even listen to his dad voice
[ID copied in alt text: A drawing of a dejected milligan, he is looking over his shoulder saying “kids, please do not fight a grown man. i know you’re strong and stuff but I’ll have a heart attack.”]
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lotsofsq · 8 hours ago
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sq and the not knowing something is a big deal disease. also hitting curtain in the face because he deserves to
[ID copied in alt text: two scribbled sq drawings.
a drawing of sq holding up his hand looking at the scar on his wrist saying “ oh this? I was chained up in a cave no big deal.”
a drawing of sq grinning and smacking mr curtain in the face, his hand covers the entirety of mr curtain’s face.]
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lotsofsq · 13 hours ago
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BUT FIRST YOU HAVE TO CATCH ME!!!!
*runs at top speed*
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a few bites missing!
[ID copied in alt text: a colored painterly drawing of SQ’s side profile, his institute uniform collar is visible, and he has a content expression. overlayed over his hair is an apple core.]
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lotsofsq · 18 hours ago
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sleeping peacefully.
[ID copied in alt text: a colored drawing of sq in pajamas sleeping, but he’s floating in a background of clouds stars and the moon. he’s clinging onto a pillow with both arms and resting his chin on it, he has on a blue tank top and green plaid pajama pants. his scar on his wrist is visible and so is a bit of his midriff.]
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lotsofsq · 19 hours ago
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apple art stuff!! (inspired by @lotsofsq 's apple sq)
dont know how to explain it well.. but Dr. Curtain taking a bite from sq is kinda visualizing the brain sweeping! guhh .. poor sq stop smiling its not good ":((
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lotsofsq · 21 hours ago
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lotsofsq · 21 hours ago
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TOP MAJOR CHARACTERS as voted by our followers - #2: SQ CURTAIN. [tied with rhonda kazembe.]
↳ when won't they let you down?
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lotsofsq · 21 hours ago
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more musings of using a microphone visual!
[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of mr curtain speaking into a hand held microphone, this time seen from the side. he’s sitting in his wheelchair and has a passive expression. he is saying into the mic “Now, Repeat after me.”]
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lotsofsq · 23 hours ago
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because i drew those two microphone drawings i thought it important to also draw closer to what the whisperer actually looks like, this is the scene where the boys first became messengers!
[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of mr curtain and reynie hooked up to the whisperer. reynie has his head in the helmet and his eyes closed, mr curtain is in his wheelchair with his helmet on. mr curtain says “perfectly painless see?” and his expression is smug. reynie replies “yes, mr curtain.”]
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lotsofsq · 1 day ago
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i really like this drawing of mr benedict he looks really sweet
[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of mr benedict smiling happily, almost glowing with bright lines around him. his name is written under him with a teacup.]
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lotsofsq · 1 day ago
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more musings of using a microphone visual!
[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of mr curtain speaking into a hand held microphone, this time seen from the side. he’s sitting in his wheelchair and has a passive expression. he is saying into the mic “Now, Repeat after me.”]
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lotsofsq · 2 days ago
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33 and Lambert
I feel like the guy is misunderstood
LILAC, I ADORE YOU <3 <3 <3
"No!” Lambert lashed out, shoving Lovelace away from him. She floated there, staring. He had never exhibited such wild emotion before, not even during their most egregious fights. It was always snippy comments and harsh snark, but never outright anger. He was shaking, actually shaking, with barely contained rage.
“You don’t get it, do you?” He whispered hoarsely. “I am never going to be good enough for you. For Command. For anyone. And you’ll never understand why I am the way I am. Fine. That’s just fine, Captain.” So saying, he turned and exited the room, leaving a shell–shocked Lovelace behind him.
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“I really don’t get it.” She said to Fisher, later, when the two of them were working on repairs. “He just stormed off. What was that about?”
“Well, Captain,” he responded slowly, “what were you arguing about?”
“I don’t remember!” Lovelace threw up her hands in exasperation. “One of the million things we always argue about? Why does it matter?”
“It might help you understand what he’s upset about if you know what you said.” Fisher was watching her quietly, and it was getting irritating how serene his expression was.
“Okay, then.” She grunted, pulling herself to a standing position. “I’ll go ask him.”
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Making her way to Lambert’s quarters, Lovelace found her resolve beginning to weaken. By the time she was standing outside his door, she found herself hesitant to knock. That frustrated her, especially as there was no reason for her to be so scared of a simple conversation with her second in command. They had lots of conversations.
Though, now that she considered it, how many of those “conversations” were disputes?
As she mulled over this thought, she began to hear stirring inside Lambert’s room. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard:
“Never disobey a direct order from a commander, never disobey a direct order from a commander, never disobey a direct order from a commander, never disobey a direct order from a commander, never–”
Pulling back, Lovelace gawked to herself. What was he doing? And if this was all he did with his free time, why did he argue with her so much? Putting her head back to the door, she continued listening.
“–order from a commander, never disobey a direct order– Oh!”
There was the sound of frustrated smacks against something.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why can’t you just go along?”
More smacking.
“Oh, now I have to start over. Okay… Never disobey a direct order from a commander, never disobey a direct order from a commander, never disobey–”
Lovelace wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but she figured now was the time to put a stop to it.
She moved to open the door, but found it locked. The sound of her attempt was more than loud enough to startle Lambert, though. 
"Who's there?" He called.
"Me." She answered, maybe a little sharper than necessary.
"Oh." There's a defensiveness already building up in his voice, even from that one word, she could hear it.
He opened the door, barely keeping from glaring at her out of exhausted eyes. "What do you need, Captain?"
She shrugged, rolling her shoulders back and trying to seem at ease. "What were you doing in there?"
He rolled his eyes a bit at her answering a question with a question, but responded: "Nothing. What do you need?"
Automatically, she rose to the acerbic tone of his voice. "What, trying to get rid of me so you can go back to your little ritual?" She didn't expect him to flinch.
"Selberg told you?" He asked quietly, much more quietly than he had been speaking 
"Told me what?" Lovelace was instantly curious, and she chose to pursue that instead of the argument. It may not have been a great choice to follow her nose for secrets, but it was the lesser of two evils when her other choice was continuing a fight 
"About me." He mumbled. "About my... disability."
She inhaled sharply at that. "Are– Are you dying?" She cringed after blurting it, knowing how silly and vulnerable it made her sound.
"What? No." Lambert looked annoyed again. "It's– I– I'm obsessive compulsive, Captain. I'm not dying."
"Oh. Okay, so, you wash your hands a lot. Bold choice, considering Selberg's skin-scalding soap substitutes, but, hey, whatever work–"
"That is not what it means!" Lambert snapped.
Lovelace stared at him dumbly.
He took a deep breath. "I mean," he said carefully, "that is not all OCD is. For some people it's washing their hands, but for others it can be... other things."
"Right. Like wanting things tidy. Is that why you're so particular about–"
"No!" He was definitely annoyed now. "I mean, yes. Sometimes. But it's not just that!" He sounded desperate, like he was pleading with her to understand. "It's– It's complicated."
“Howso?” Lambert’s head jerked up, and he watched her, wide eyed, for any hint of a smirk or insincerity. “Go on.” Lovelace gestured with her hand. “Tell me. You obviously love correcting me all the time, so tell me. What makes it different?”
“And you won’t be mad?” He huffed, crossing his arms when she shook her head. “You’re always saying you won’t be angry with me, but it’s rarely true.”
"Humour me."
Lambert scrutinized her. "Well, the way it works for me," he began, "is that I can't trust my own senses. What I see, hear, think, or feel is not enough to be true. I have to rely on other people's perception of what is right and wrong, and then go off that."
Lovelace wrinkled her brow. "Then why are you always arguing with me? I tell you exactly what I want, and what you should do. But you still fight me."
"Because you aren't Command. You're not the one who hired me, who sent me up here, and whose judgement on me is law." He let out a breath. "I want to trust you. I wish I were able to rely on your word alone, you don't know how badly I want that. Do you know how easy it would make my life if I could just agree and move on?"
Lovelace considered this. "So, is that why you were repeating stuff to yourself earlier? Because you want to obey me?"
Lambert winced slightly. "No," he muttered, "that was, er, a ritual. A penance, sort of. Whenever I mess up, go against you, or Command, I have to recite them to make up for it?"
"'Make up for it'?" She echoed.
"It's like a scale." He started, trying to map out the shapes with his hands. "And whenever I do something wrong, it tips the scale to the left. But, reciting things, making up for it, pushes the scale back to centre."
Lovelace stared at him. "You are very strange." She said, and Lambert wilted. "But, I guess if that works for you, then that's alright. It seems to me that maybe you should talk to Selberg, though."
He picked his head up, watching her incredulously. "I do, you know. Talk to Selberg, that is. He's the one who gives me medication for it."
"Hmm." She stuck her tongue into her cheek, considering. "That seems like something he should have talked to me about."
"I asked him not too." Lambert said bashfully.
"Let's go and talk about it now, then." Lovelace grabbed his arm, gently pulling him him the direction of Selberg's lab.
"What?" He squawked. "Why?"
"So I can understand this whole thing." She waved her hand in Lambert's general area. "You're part of my crew, and, like it or not, I'm going to understand you so that we can work together to do our best up here. Okay?"
"Okay..." Lambert repeated quietly, but she could see a small, nervous smile growing on his face from the corner of her eye.
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lotsofsq · 2 days ago
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Thinking again about characters absorbing people's pain/injuries to their own detriment
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lotsofsq · 2 days ago
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Do Not Defy The Institute.
the idea behind this one is that i want to have a better visual language for the whisperer, specifically mr curtain using the whisperer for messages. because the machine itself doesn’t exactly look intimidating, or visually connect to the idea of mr curtain projecting thoughts into people’s minds.
[ID copied in alt text: a black green and white drawing of mr curtain speaking into a microphone. the foreground is all green with a green microphone in the center, with a round disk between it and mr curtain. the area inside the disk is white and background is black. green lines are drawn over both making mr curtain’s mouth as he speaks clear, and the rest of his face and body fade into the background. the image is cut off bellow his eyes.]
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lotsofsq · 2 days ago
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Do Not Defy The Institute.
the idea behind this one is that i want to have a better visual language for the whisperer, specifically mr curtain using the whisperer for messages. because the machine itself doesn’t exactly look intimidating, or visually connect to the idea of mr curtain projecting thoughts into people’s minds.
[ID copied in alt text: a black green and white drawing of mr curtain speaking into a microphone. the foreground is all green with a green microphone in the center, with a round disk between it and mr curtain. the area inside the disk is white and background is black. green lines are drawn over both making mr curtain’s mouth as he speaks clear, and the rest of his face and body fade into the background. the image is cut off bellow his eyes.]
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lotsofsq · 2 days ago
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Do Not Defy The Institute.
the idea behind this one is that i want to have a better visual language for the whisperer, specifically mr curtain using the whisperer for messages. because the machine itself doesn’t exactly look intimidating, or visually connect to the idea of mr curtain projecting thoughts into people’s minds.
[ID copied in alt text: a black green and white drawing of mr curtain speaking into a microphone. the foreground is all green with a green microphone in the center, with a round disk between it and mr curtain. the area inside the disk is white and background is black. green lines are drawn over both making mr curtain’s mouth as he speaks clear, and the rest of his face and body fade into the background. the image is cut off bellow his eyes.]
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lotsofsq · 2 days ago
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sq with a sweet little inch worm, look at him experiencing the joys of nature and the appreciation of the little things in the world
[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of sq holding an inch worm on his finger, close to his face. he is looking at it happily and seems very gentle. there are some scribbles around the edges of the image.]
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