#Merasmus is scribbling

[magick-mr-skull]

When you’re annoying BF outruns you on the morning jog

Also; FOX THERIAN SCOUT TIME BABY

[sgt-scrimblo]

i'll give up my soul for one (1) merasmus

"FIND THE GARGOYLE!!"

yeah okay. whatever you say, babygirl

[mikimel]

casting curse of sour cream doodles upon ye

+ extra silly merasmus meme redraw (suggestive text)

[tf2-chaos]

Do you do oneshots? Sorry for the request if not

What about, teasing Merasmus all day when he can't retaliate (like being in public or something), until he finally snaps

I suppose i do? I had no idea what they were till i just searched it up and by my understanding its just a short story of the requested scene and character? So thats what I’m gonna do and if not sorry for my stupidity :3

Btw for the future oneshots in this style will take me longer, sorry im hush stupid and have no idea what im doing cause im bad at writing stories, sorry if this isn’t what you expected

⚠️SMUT⚠️

TEASING MERASMUS ALL DAY

It all started after he teased you all night, until you were red-faced and trembling, only for him to look smug in that quiet, unreadable way of his, listening to you beg all night long, So, you decided to get even. Not with shouting, not with prank but by pulling the strings he tried so hard to keep hidden.

You were both in town, Merasmus scribbling out potion notes while browsing dusty old stalls. He stood tall, his long cloak tucked primly around him, his staff held tight in one hand.

You started slow—nudging up close to him, running your fingers across his knuckles under the pretense of helping him hold something. Pressing your chest lightly against his back when peering over his shoulder, then resting your head there just a second too long, His ears tinted red almost immediately.

“C-careful,” he muttered stiffly, glancing sideways. “We are in public…”

But you just smiled sweetly and brushed your lips against the side of his neck, hidden behind a curtain of your hair.

He went still. Visibly stiffened. His breath hitched before he snapped his head forward again, face hot. As the day dragged on, you didn’t let up—soft touches at his waist when no one was looking, whispering filth into his ear just loud enough to make him glare at you, lips tight with frustration, eyes darting to see who might’ve overheard.

“Do you want me to embarrass myself?” he hissed once, when your fingers ghosted over his hip just as a young couple passed nearby. “Because you’re succeeding.”

But you could see it—the way his voice had gone hoarse, the way his hands had begun to shake when he picked up potion bottles. He was fidgeting more than usual, clutching his shopping bag like it might anchor him. He kept glancing at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

You loved watching him squirm. Watching that confident mask falter. And the after one last brush of your fingers along the inside of his thigh, hidden beneath his cloak as he leaned forward to pay a shopkeeper, you saw it…The little tremor in his jaw. The way he swallowed thickly. The ghost of a whimper.

He didn’t speak on the way home. He just held your hand a little too tight. When the tower door finally closed behind you, he stayed silent for a beat. Two.

Andthen, slowlyhe set his staff against the wall. Removed his cloak. “…Why must you always test me like this?” His voice was quiet, measured. His hands were clenched at his sides, his knuckles pale.You stepped toward him, heart racing “I like watching you flustered

He finally turned to face you. His face was red, his brows furrowed, his lips slightly parted. There was no smugness. Just quiet desperation. Something shaking behind his usual stern posture “I could barely concentrate darling ” he whispered, stepping closer. “You do you know what you were doing to me all day?” His hands found your waist, hesitant but needy. “You were cruel” he murmured, eyes locking with yours, almost pleading. “And you’re not leaving this tower until I’ve paid you back properly, mortal”

His kiss came sudden, clumsy at first, like he was holding back too long. You felt the tension melt from his shoulders as his hands gripped tighter, his mouth opening against yours. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested on yours, breath shaky

“On the bed. Now,” he said, still breathless, voice wavering despite his commanding tone. “Clothes off. Face down.” That fire in his chest finally broke free—and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d made up for all the restraint he’d shown in town

Not my best work but i think its nice? If you want i can rewrite it. Also sorry if that isn’t how you imagined his personality, just kinda how i see him…will probably work on it in the future

[rosainta]

Team Fortress 2: MEGA Art Dump!

Finished January 26th, 2024 at 8:54PM, Home

(Post notes at end!)

Page #1: ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ : “Miss Pauling - Full Body”

Page #2: ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ : “Speeding Bullet (Sniper x Scout)”

Pages #3 and 4: Experimental sketches : “TF2 Comics Art Style Analysis [Miss Pauling, Sniper, Scout]”

Pages #5 and 6: Experimental sketches : “Miss Pauling Comic Style Analysis + Reference”

Page #7: Twitch Stream Sketch: “What is on Merasmus’s Sweater?!”

Pages #8, 9 and 10: Wallpaper : “Team Fortress 2 Personalized Wallpapers”

Pages #11 and 12: Spotify Playlist Cover : “Miss Pauling’s Mercenary Picks & Tribute to the Wild and Free”

~ * ~

Post Notes:

Hello world!

Yesterday during classes, I did some character analysis from the Team Fortress 2 comics, and while going through the work afterwards, I realized that I had of old art from before that I didn’t share yet - so, here they are!

This is basically just a compilation of some of my unpublished “refined” (or at least post-worthy) TF2 art dating back to May 2023.

A few of them were made without a lot of reference (like the ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ ones), with a few disproportionate limbs (Miss Pauling: Reference Sheet) and using artwork from other artists (in the wallpapers & Spotify Playlist covers - taken from TF2 official comics & unknown artists [please message me if you know them so I can credit them!], but seeing as they didn’t ressemble chicken scratch or effortless scribbles that badly, I decided to post them anyway!

I’m quite proud with how some of them came out, specifically the ROBLOX ‘Free Draw’ ones and the wallpapers, because I worked pretty hard on them and was able to display / use them afterwards, so I’m happy to be able to show that to you as well!

Of course, there’s always room for improvement (considering the observations from the paragraph above), so I will continue to strive for betterment moving forward (specifically anatomy and expression practice).

I’ll try to keep you posted whenever I can! There’s more to come very soon.

Hope you enjoyed my mini burst of a TF2 gallery :-)

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~ Rosain Quivan

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve, ‘Free Draw!’ by Free Draw! on ROBLOX, Unknown artists (Pages #11 and 12)

Image source: Rosain Quivan,

Created by Rosain Quivan [Cross-posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )]

[busterpointisdead]

Sooo... Pyro headcanons no one asked for! Disclaimer

I have never played tf2 since my computer would likely explode upon booting it up!!! So my knowledge is limited to the comics.

I don't know how long this will get so it's all under the cut!

Pyro is his only name, preferring he/him, they/them, and occasionally she/her. To trusted individuals they're known to not be a man at all.

Appearance

Referring to any outfitting without the asbestos suit or gas mask

Under the mask is an eldrich blackened flames, capable of some shapeshifting

Any form changes are minor and the flame-like qualities of his body are ever present

They appear to have two halves of a face put together

The left side has half a mouth and a sideways eye that remains closed, note that they can disguise this half to have human-like skin

The right side has four eyes, one main eye appearing larger than the rest to feel more human

Despite being made of black fire Pyro seems to have bones or at least a clear humanoid outline

Origin

Uncertain, but if asked during a clear and starry night they point to the sky

Capabilities

Pyro is not only made of fire but can conjure it as well, though their ability is no greater than candlelight

He can't read most things,especially with the mask on and he finds it very frustrating at times

However, he does recognize each character and has a loose grasp of written language

Seems to write in a strange set of glyphs that only he understands, it seemed like useless scribbles until Dell was found with it saying it was their shopping list

Pyro can speak English fluently as well as ASL!

The mask worn by Pyro is enchanted, he did it himself and was their most powerful spell

An extremely capable fighter, savage when they see red and feel massive guilt for murder

Minor shapeshifting capabilities as mentioned before, mostly just to look more human

Pyro is more often than not nonverbal and communicates through ASL or written notes

Oddities/Misc.

The mask has Pyrovision, it acts as an escapism tactic so he feels less bad about being a merc

He can be found mumbling in his sleep in a foreign and unknown tongue

Gets upset when referred to as "it" since they so badly want to feel human

Despite being made of fire they can still be burned, as the fire Pyro is made of is very different from your average fire

Merasmus may occasionally refer to them as a "moonlit candle"

Very much a cuddly fella, loves hugging and snuggling up with Engineer when possible (I ship it like... [insert shipping company here])

Just a very physical touchy feely guy all around, likes to squeeze things and has a particular soft spot for plushies due to the texture and squeezability

In a relationship with Engineer, he really enjoys reading with him and swapping notes

Hyperfixates on wildfires and pine trees, pine trees love being set alight to propagate after all

Very much aware that they are the CEO of a company, they don't know how they got there either to be honest!

Still doesn't do his taxes

[cals-rp-zone]

Medic appeared calm at first, but he became twitchier and twitchier the more she recounted of the stranger at the gas station.

He scribbled out:

[That was Merasmus! This is his doing! LET'S KILL THE WIZARD!]

He started trying to fly away and at least achieved becoming airborn, but he was flapping very inefficiently.

🦄MAKE HERBERT PAYYYY

Zizzi had given Herbert a hug for some good food since she had been incredibly happy with it. Before a sudden pink cloud exploded in front of her as she felt something was off. As she could see a dove in her arms as her eyes widen.

Before she had started to freak out since she felt like she had somehow did this! "Herb! Are you okay?!" She asked him.

[cluelessatthispoint]

What the Mercs are like when You're Sick

Engineer: If it's not life-threatening, then he won't take you to see Medic. But, if it's a cold, and you don't feel well enough to get out of bed then; he will bring you everything you could ever need. You're too cold? well here's an extra blanket. Thirsty? Here's a cup of herbal tea and some ginger ale. Bored? well, looks like he can bring his work in here to keep you company. He knows all the home remedies, to get better quick. If getting sick is a problem, there's no need to worry. He's an engineer, and engineers solve problems.

Pyro: He immediately takes you to Medic, whether you like it or not. After the examination, Medic tells you what to do and what not to do. While explaining Pyro can be seen taking hastily scribbled notes as if his life depended on it. Of course, they are all pictures with either a little check mark at the top or an X. Pyro insists that you use his room until you recover, no ifs, ands, or buts. He will bring you some canned soup, literally. He will bring you a can of soup and a lighter to warm it up. When that doesn't go well He gets Heavy or Engineer to cook something for you.

Spy: This man knows what he's doing and is determined to get the job done. When he figures out that you are sick he confines you to your room and brings you everything that a sick person could need. Of course, he doesn't trust anybody else's cooking with you in such a "fragile state". He will either be the one cooking or he will go out to the nearest restaurant (that isn't in Tuefort due to the highly contaminated water) and bring back a healthy, nutritious, and easy-to-digest meal. If you want PDA you will have to wait till you are better, no way is he getting sick. He has a job to do.

Soldier: He acts like it's the end of the world. He treats your sickness like you're being attacked by tiny invisible germ enemy soldiers. So the first thing he does is drag your ass all the way to Merasmus. If he's not home then he'll bring you to Medic. Much like Pyro, Soldier doesn't fully understand much of what's going on. But he tries his best to make sure that you are comfortable. With no time at all you'll be right as rain while he's the one stuck in bed.

Scout: Oh you're sick? well, that's too bad. Looks like he'll get to play medic until you get better. He makes you his mother's homemade chicken soup. Sure, it turns out a little different than what his mother makes. But, he says that's just all the love that he added in. He wants to make sure that you'll feel better in no time. He'll bring in some comics, the t.v. from the rec room, and his Tom Jones record player.

Demo: He knows exactly what to do. He's taken care of his mother when she was sick, so he knows what to do when you're sick. Whenever he's sick you do your hardest to make him comfortable. Now since it's time to return the favor he'll do everything from bringing you some water to playing soft music for you. He understands that being sick is no fun, you can't go anywhere and you can't do anything until you're better. So, he goes to work every day then afterward; he hangs out with you and keeps you company. And just like that, your sick days fly by.

Heavy: This man is a genius. He helped to take care of his sisters so he knows what to do. He will make you some soup, give you plenty of blankets, a nice cup of herbal tea with some honey in it, and read you a book till you are ready to fall asleep. He makes really enforces strict bed rest. If you manage to get even a single foot out of bed he will know and he will gently usher you to put your foot back in bed and tell him what he needs to get you. He likes taking care of people. It reminds him of those cold snowy days in the mountains with his family. At this point, you are like family to him, when you finally are well he will bring you to medic just to make sure.

Sniper: He'll make sure that you're comfortable. But when it comes to comforting the person using words...well at least he tries his best. His well-meaning makes itself known through the small acts he does. He brings you soup, makes you tea, and brings a book or two. Eventually, you both just enjoy the comfort that silence brings. He doesn't say much, but that's just the way that he is. To prevent boredom he'll tell you about all the animals he's caught and the right way to prepare them.

Medic: He cant help but be excited. Of course he feels sorry that you are unwell, but that gives him a chance to practice his bedside manner. He will give you a check up and once he's diagnosed you he will send you to your room and get everything that you need to get better ready. He asks Heavy or Engineer to make some soup; a flavorful chicken broth. He will then take out all of his medical papers and start going through them with you. Under his breath you could hear him mumble occasionaly and once in a while you both locked eyes. He looked so happy to be spending time with you. Once you get better he will ask you about his bedside manner.

[aifastic]

Party Havoc

Hello, everyone! Sorry for the sudden income of fics but I’ve been delayed by life ;-; I'm proud to announce that I've been part of the wonderful At Ease, Soldier Zine! Everyone did an amazing job, the mods were delightful to work with and I'm really glad that I've been able to contribute. This was my piece!

I hope you enjoy it ♥ Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: T Characters: Soldier, Demoman, Engineer, Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Heavy, Medic, Spy, (RED team basically), Merasmus

Summary: The team organizes Soldier’s surprise birthday party. However, as it’s usually the case with the RED team, nothing goes according to plan.

Party Havoc

"So, is everyone here? No more, no less?" Demo asked, counting heads for the nth time.

"We're all here, pardner," Engineer reassured him, stopping him before anyone could protest—or set something on fire.

"And Soldier's busy outside! I took care of that," Scout said with a smirk. I don't want to know, Engineer thought, for his own sake.

"Perfect!" Demoman clapped his hands, grinning. "Let's get into business, lads: it's Soldier's birthday next week."

"Next week?" Scout counted with his fingers. "Isn't that near to the Fourth of July?"

"Exactly! Janey and I always celebrate his birthday on the fourth. Tradition, y'know."

Everyone nodded; after all, everything Soldier-related is even more of a mystery than Spy. No more than Pyro, though.

"So, what do we have to do?" asked Heavy, frowning.

"Aye! I have a list." Demoman retrieved a torn piece of one of Engineer's blue schematics paper, all scribbled in white chalk.

"Hey!" Engineer protested.

"It was the longest sheet of paper I could find." Demoman shrugged. "So: We have to choose from this list! Who wants to do what?"

Everyone leaned in to check the list.

"I'll get the food," Sniper said.

"If you think you will make us eat roasted lizard or whatever—ugh—roadkill you find—"

"Christ, I was just gonna drive to Teufort to get meat from the butcher!" Sniper cut Spy off, offended.

"Whatever," Scout said. "I'm gonna be in charge of the decorations!"

"Hmmmphmmph!" Pyro elbowed him.

"What? No way! I'm an artist—" Pyro stared at him. "On second thought, we both could do it."

"Hmmmph!" Pyro celebrated, hands up.

"Heavy will take care of gift. I have many Mann Co. coupons to use."

"Alright, that leaves us with… Hm… En gineer will be cooking," Medic declared, and everyone nodded in unison. "And um… I can get the drinks!"

"Uh, I was going to do that," Demoman said nervously.

"Nuh-huh!" Medic tut-tutted. "You," he pointed at him, then to the hastily scribbled last item on the list, "are going to do this."

"Nah," Demo said. Everyone stared at him. "Come on! The man hates me. I hate him. Can't we just not—"

"To be honest? I agree." Scout looked at him. "Why did you add it to the list?"

"I guess…" Demo sighed. "He seems important to Soldier. Somehow.” He threw his arms up in exasperation. “Oh, alright." He gave in. "I’ll do it.”

"Well, I guess that's it. Uh." Engineer hesitated, but they really needed to know sooner or later. "Where's Soldier, anyway?"

"Uh," Scout looked to the ceiling in avoidance. "Did you know that raccoons like sour cream? Like, a lot?"

"What the hell," Sniper said.

-----

Scout cleaned up the last remains of the mess that Soldier left when he was bathed in sour cream and the raccoons chased him all around the base. "I shouldn't have to do this," he complained. "They asked me to distract him!"

"Mmph mmphmmmphmmph."

"Well, yeah, not exactly but… Done!" He cleaned his hands on his clothes. "Man, we can finally start with the decorations. We should do a big poster! With 'Happy Birthday' on it." He looked at Pyro, a bit subdued. "Uh, by any chance, do you know how to spell it?"

Pyro shook his head.

"Damn it!"

-----

"What do you mean, 'there's no meat'?"

"Sorry!" squeaked the Teufort butcher. "There was a flu that killed all our provider's animals; we can't sell the meat in those conditions!"

"Bloody hell." Sniper put his hat back on and exited the shop. "What am I gonna tell everyone—? Hey!" A little kid eating a sandwich had just bumped into him. "Watch it!" The kid blew a raspberry at him.

Wait a minute. What if…?

-----

"What d'ya mean there's no meat?" Engineer asked Sniper, scratching his head. "What are we gonna do?"

"Well, I went to several places and bought these." He pointed at the back of his camper, filled with boxes of bread, tomatoes, cheese and lettuce, among other ingredients. "Think the big guy can make do with all these?"

-----

To the relief of Engineer and Sniper, Heavy nodded. "Some ingredients missing, but Heavy can do this."

"Thank you, big fella," Engineer said. "We all know who's the best here at sandwich making."

"Thank you." Heavy said. Then he asked, somewhat sheepishly: "Can you help me with gift? I think I made mistake. Ordered too many?"

"Too many?"

"I thought you added coupons together for big discount. It seems it is one coupon, one item."

"Oh. Oh." Engineer said.

"Too many of what?" Sniper asked again.

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Spy was busy figuring out a way to distract Soldier, as per his task. Soldier was already antsy with all the unexplained movement. "He's paranoid," Spy reasoned. "I could give him another reason to be." He grinned, donning his BLU Spy disguise.

-----

"Ach, I forgot I have been banned out of town!!" Medic yelled, driving Engineer's truck out of Teufort like a maniac, bottles of beer clinking against one another on the back as a mob chased him away.

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"For the last time, you bloody bastard!" Demoman yelled. "You are important to Soldier, so you will come!"

"MERASMUS SHALL NOT!" The wizard levitated, making things fly all around them. "SOLDIER IS NOTHING BUT A NUISANCE TO ME! HE SHALL NOT HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! EVER!" He abruptly stopped, catching himself. "Look what you made Merasmus do! My room is ruined. NOW BEGONE!"

-----

Demoman appeared at the base, falling over the cake Engineer was decorating.

"Bloody hell!" Demo cursed, smashing one fist on the icing-covered floor.

"I hope you have good news because I swear to God, I'm counting down to ten right now," Engineer said.

"I…" Demoman started cautiously.

"It was the third cake."

"... What happened to the others?"

Engineer deflated. "Pyro burned the first one while chasing Scout due to 'artistic differences,' and the second one was 'borrowed' by Medic in order to use it for self-defense against a Teufort man who was chasing him with a fork."

"Woah, that's… Do I want to know?"

Engineer sighed. "Hell no."

"Alright, so Merasmus isn't coming."

"Well, I guess it's better for us, anyway," Engineer said honestly. "It means less trouble."

"I guess so."

They sat on the kitchen floor, taking a breather.

"At least we still have five days left."

Engineer looked oddly at him. "Demo, it's July 4."

"Wait, what? How?!" He thought back of Merasmus. "That bloody wizard made me time travel, bloody hell!"

"Well, the thing is, you're gonna have to help me make another cake in record time."

Demo wiped a hand down his face.

-----

"What does it say there?"

"Don't mess with me! It clearly says 'Happy Birthday'!"

"I wish," Sniper said, squinting at the letters. "This is a 'b' instead of a 'd,' the 'p's look like 'f's…"

"Oh, shut up," Scout muttered, turning beet red. "I bet he doesn't even notice."

"Hmmph hmmph," Pyro told him in consolation.

"Sandviches ready," Heavy announced.

"Awesome. How's the cake going?"

"We're running out of icing!"

"Try to economize it—apply it only on key areas, not on the whole surface."

"Thanks a lot, Doc. What'd ya think we've been doing?!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't crushed the fourth cake—"

"It was an accident, I swear!"

"Guns are arriving."

"Guns?!"

Engineer sighed. "Heavy wanted to gift Soldier something practical. He bought one too many killstreak guns."

"Black Box. Practical. Effective."

"Loaded. Those weapons come loaded."

"Bah. We have ammunition all around the base. Nothing's gonna happen," Scout reasoned

"I hope so," Demo said. He went back to applying icing to the cake but he abruptly stopped. "Wait, where’s Spy?"

"Distracting—"

The wall of the main hall suddenly exploded, debris flying everywhere. When the smoke cleared they all saw a bunch of Black Boxes scattered on the floor, next to Soldier who was choking… was that BLU Spy?

"I finally got you, maggot! Your days of playing hide-and-seek are over!" Spy's disguise disappeared and revealed his true features. "Wait, what?"

A chunk of the ceiling fell onto the (fifth) cake.

"Surprise!" Scout yelled, waving at the poster that proudly announced… 'naffy dirdbay.'

"Yaayy," said everyone with different degrees of enthusiasm. Engineer was too broken to say anything, staring in despair at the place where the cake used to be.

Soldier threw Spy to the side. "You remembered my birthday!"

"How could we forget, Janey," Demo said, putting him in a headlock.

Spy coughed loudly a few meters away from the floor.

"You put a lot of effort in this and I couldn't be prouder of you! Every single one of you is an honor to America!"

"We're glad you liked it, mate."

"Hmmph hmmmph!"

"Uh, we had cake but—"

"Please don't say anything else about it," Engineer muttered.

They were all going to grab their sandwiches when a puff of green smoke filled the room.

"Oh god, now what?"

"MORTALS!"

"Merasmus!" Soldier grinned. "You came to celebrate!"

"Not at all! I came to RIGHT YOUR WRONGS!" Merasmus's voice echoed in everyone's ears. He took from between his robes a birth certificate. "This impostor's birthday is in MAY!"

"What?!"

"I WILL MAKE YOU SWALLOW YOUR WORDS, MERASMUS!"

"MAKE ME IF YOU CAN, SOLDIER! MAY DESPAIR RAIN UPON ALL OF YOU!"

"... Alright, fellas, what about we kick this son of a gun's behind?"

"Hell yeah." Everyone nodded and ran to get their supplies.

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"BEST! BIRTHDAY! EVER!" yelled Soldier as he spun around in a hurricane that Merasmus commanded, shooting rockets at him with one of his many new killstreak Black Boxes.

"Happy birthday, Soldier," everyone yelled back, grinning despite themselves.

[magick-mr-skull]

Mouthwashing

[magick-mr-skull]

draw himnmb

Didn’t know the eye color so took a shot in the dark

[magick-mr-skull]

WIP of TF2 mythical creatures.

Pyro [L] is the vessel for the Element Of Fire so by proxy a Fire God.

Soldier[M] is the In Training God If War.

Scout[R] is a Demi-God and the Son If Zeus.

[magick-mr-skull]

TW; Cigs [4/5], Alcohol [2/5], Pills [5]

I made mood boards of my source based on source memories -Dorian [Daisuke Fictive]

Swansea;

He was very fatherly to me and I considered him my dad. I miss him a lot. He talked a lot about his kids, wife, and life back home. He was from Boston, and had a kinda thick accent. He was a great guy. Even if he did mess up, and say some rude or bad things on accident he would always apologize. He always told me to let my emotions show. He wasn’t good with expressing his but he always made an effort to show me it was okay to cry and be vulnerable. He promised to show me how to fix a car back on earth. Any time I messed up he’d show me how to do it right, and he always laughed at my jokes. He made an effort to be gentle even if it was hard.

Anya;

She was like a big sister to me. Super sweet even if she was sad a lot. She loved blues and purples. She wanted to explore the sea and sky… She was the best nurse I ever had. She always listened to me, and she hugged me when I needed it. She was the best.

Curly;

I didn’t like him. We more or less stayed apart. He was an okay captain. But he was very hypocritical. He smoked a lot despite telling Swansea to quit smoking. His eyes sometimes scared me with how pigmented they were. He had an old radio in the cockpit that if we passed close enough to a plant would blare to life, still not sure how. He told us he loved space ever since he was little.

Jimmy;

Where to begin. He was just an asshole. Drank, smoked, and did a lot of bad things. Always rude. I don’t really have anything good to say so I’ll keep it brief.

[magick-mr-skull]

Selfie cuz I’m Feeling Cute :3

[magick-mr-skull]

Super cool totally not biased drawing of Clef and Bright!! Look at these idiots,

Fun facts, and mod boxes below the cut :3

We based this off what we look like in IW so that’s why they look like that

This took us an hour and 5 minutes to draw

Another fun fact is I [♪] wear Bright’s star to protect it for and from him. Love him dearly but God does he get in trouble

Anyway so yeah lol

♪ - He/♪/They | Bright - She/He/Any | Wren - He/It/Blank/🧪

[sgt-scrimblo]

Oc doodle dump