𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝙿𝚢𝚛𝚘

[26-They/Them] Ask Blog | Fan Account Occasionally Remembers To Draw ~ Stick It To The Mann ~

[punkpyro-tf2]

When a personal job didn't go as planned, I was forced with a choice. Working for "The Mann" or death. I've been a mercenary for awhile now, but the longer I'm here, the more of a mystery I unravel. There's clearly more to this than just a Brothers feud. Where's the original Pyro, and what kind of mess have I gotten myself into that made them feel the need to shut me up for good?

Only time will tell, and I'm not sure how much of it I have here.

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Welcome to my TF2 ask blog/fan account.

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- Smokes, uses this font

I am open to rp, asks, maybe even a few drawing requests as long as you're respectful. I won't get to things ASAP as I've got a job and otherwise, but will do what I can to reply in a timely manner. Though with my desire to get into some darker concepts in my universe this blog may not be suitable for all viewers and this is your official warning. However, it is based on a game that already has guts and gore, so to each their own.

[punkpyro-tf2]

A wip

Was listening to the Beatles and had a wonderful idea

Medic just wants to hold your hand, its fine guys you can trust him

Id even say youre in good hands

[fenningrya]

PLAY NICE!

It’s finally August!!! Heres a free to use spray for TF2! I kept joining teams that fought with each other and thought a poster would be a creative way to discourage it. I might make adjustments to this if the spray ends up looking weird in-game… I haven’t tested it myself yet.

Credit isn’t necessary for this piece but it is appreciated!

[punkpyro-tf2]

. . . . . I need to draw smokes and Dell singing "if I had a hammer" together

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𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

"𝙰𝚌𝚑! 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚢𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚢?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜, "𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎! 𝙸, 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎! 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝?"

𝙸𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛?

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊t me. "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙿𝚢𝚙𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

"𝙽𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, i𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎." 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚎?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎. "𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚢. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎." 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚠. "𝙸. . .𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚠-𝚠𝚑𝚘. . . 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔."

𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚖.

"𝚂𝚘, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛?" 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎.

"𝙽𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑." 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎, i 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔.

". . . . .𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞-?"

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜." 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝. "𝙸, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. . . . ." 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛," 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛.

"𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝," 𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. "𝙸𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚢, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕."

𝚂𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝, "𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎~ 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕! 𝚈𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚢, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!" 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑ese 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜.

[sanguinevow]

My TF2 oc! The Exterminator, Aleksandras <3 - Twitter: https://x.com/SanguineVow/status/2068796238724485491?s=20 DO NOT REPOST MY ART, Reblogs welcome!

[lisssliss]

work in progress🫦

[punkpyro-tf2]

Wasn't happy with the first drawings so back to the board, literally. I need to draw humans more often.

Smokes uses suspenders based off the M36 which was used in wwii, and also wears a field jacket, main inspiration being the M65. I imagine spy went and found them more fitting flame retardant clothes since the jumpsuit was more difficult for them to get in and out of but didn't really suit them.

[bogus-bonkler]

Huckleberry sheet LETS GOOOOOOO, My beautifull dork

[punkpyro-tf2]

What’s the saddest/ most depressing thing about your oc’s lore? It can be something you’ve shared before or not

"Mnn, depressing huh? I had a lot of things going alright for me. I put myself in a situation that could end in my death. I knew the risks when i became an arsonist. In fact i started gettin rid of debt records because as an ambulance driver i met too many people who werent sure what they were gonna do to pay. That, and well my cat had died of old age so its not like there was anyone else back home to go back too. Ive got her bones with me though, theyve got a nice little box in my room. Itll be me and her till the end of the road, always and forever. She was the most beautiful girl, and i got her from a neglectful family. She, was kinda like me in that aspect i guess. Unideal first home, but we made a good one together. Im not sure how everything will go here with Red Mann and the others. But, i know good people when i meet them, ive got a 6th sense for it. And i think, ill be okay here. Ill make it work, i always do."

[punkpyro-tf2]

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗.

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜.

"𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙾𝚃! 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃. 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚄𝙿 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙼!" 𝙰 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝.

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙱𝙴!"

"𝙽𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝."

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝? 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝-"

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, "𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛" 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒. . . . ." 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘. 𝙰𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎.

". . . . . .𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍. . . . 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜." 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝!? 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜!!??"

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝟻𝚊𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍. . . . . 𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛." 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝. "𝙱𝚞𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚘. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 "𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝" 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙰 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕?"

"𝙰𝚑, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚊." 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛, 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

𝙸 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. . . . .𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝙿𝚢𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑."

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, "𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙰𝚑𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚖-𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚢𝚛𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚍! 𝙴𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚊?"

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝. "𝙸𝚖 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛."

"𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝. . . . .𝚂𝚊𝚢, 𝚂𝚙𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎?"

"𝙽𝚘, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐."

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. "𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚞𝚝. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔?"

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙰 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏!" 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚕𝚢𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝.

"𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜." 𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛.

"𝚈𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝~" 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠.

"𝙳𝚊, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖." 𝙰 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛.

"𝙹𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕! 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚣𝚑𝚎𝚗!" 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?"

𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, "𝙶𝚞𝚢𝚜!! 𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛- . . . .𝚘𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎-"

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. C𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚋, 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚎.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎! 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔!"

𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛."

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

[punkpyro-tf2]

"Learned this bit from a Mr. Young."

[razberry-slice]

ghhbdjkhbdjgkjkdb sorry for the boring ask but what do you do to make your faces and bodies look so solid (if you do have any advice)? even tho it looks like more of a comic style, all of your drawings have so much life ig,,,

Very sweet of you to say but I kinda just been winging most of what I do😅

I can show some of my face studies and how I work through stylizing character's faces, specifically with the tf2 guys (some of it is kinda old though)

overall the best way to improve is just practice and studying anatomy and face planes and tweaking to your own preferences whether that's super cartoony or hyper realism

just bout proportions and what not, I have a body advice post on my account somewhere if you want to check it out

[punkpyro-tf2]

[justabrax]

ITS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE

Yeah is...another redisign from my tf2 oc

[tf2ssorbetti]