Q!tallulah - Tumblr Posts

Finally had time to draw some qsmp artwork!

I drew this on some windows 98 art program look-alike, im not sure what the website was called but it was fun drawing with only a cursor. :D

based off of true story lol

I'M AT WORK WHAT THE HELL IS THIS

Why has Phil murdered both his canonical son and granddaughter in two separate SMPs? Man just can't catch a break, huh

I'M AT WORK WHAT THE HELL IS THIS

My take on all egg designs ! Some of which changed since I began these but I got too lazy to change them and for some, even totally finish :v but here goes ⭐️ It was sooo much fun

i am devastated, look at my baby girl, look at her hair, the flowers

https://youtu.be/n3SYSE_kXVs

Maaaaaaan this is so fucking cool what the fuck go watch it right now

so i learned many things about Tallulah.

She has asthma. makes sense.

she has trouble expressing her emotions to others. awww :(

She bottles up her some of her emotions bc of all the trauma and horrors on the island. but also bc of how everybody interacts differently and specifically with different people.

she thinks other people see her as a spoiled child/ brat, and doesnt like that. which sounds like something a special needs child would say.

this entire day was full of emotions but she knew that some of her family wouldn't understand bc they weren't there. was she afraid of how they might react if she did say something?

She sounds like that overshadowed middle child (Or i'm projecting into my character analysis).

Tallulah Journal part 3

Part One Part Two

its the way chayanne only died bc he was trying to help phil and tallulah, he was still up and could've swam away once he revived phil, but that just isn't how chayanne is, is it? he had to die protecting someone. even if it meant nothing in the end and they all died.

its the way tallulah was in the middle of writing a sign, her most prominent form of communication. it's how she was frantically scribbling something down to phil and was downed during it. it's how she died right next to the other two, even when chayanne was trying to get to them. it's how she's only been on this planet for a week, less, and already has died and come back to life

its how phil was trying to stay calm and yet was frantically telling chayanne to res him so he could get to tallulah, it's how he realised there was no hope, he just started apologising to chayanne, over and over, told him that the island didn't want them to live, was so upset that he called upon the island itself to fix its mistake or incur his fucking wrath

And I'm officially insane,

it's the way that afterward everyone was running around in the dark and exclaiming over the cool bell thingy and frolicking under the stars and phil. stays on the hill. glancing everywhere frantically. taking note of mobs. on edge. ough.

and then foolish tells him to just chill and look up at the stars and phil looks up. smiles. and goes right back to keeping on guard.

Wilbur doesn't know why he knows the steps. It feels like a dance you remember only in a hazy state. Walking beside a small kid, careful not to trip into her stride feels right. He feels like something overtakes him to speak in a gentler voice of reassurance. To sing her a song goodnight is instinct, not just as a musician but as something else. It feels so strange all of a sudden that he of all people is so careful with a child he's never met until that day. When he heard he was possibly a dad, he simply dismissed it like minor news. Akin to hearing you have a spider in your home or it's raining in 4 days, he'll get to it but it's nothing really.

But now he cares so much, he'd wreak havoc if anything happened to Tallulah. It feels like deja vu, like looking through a mirror to another world. A world where he has a special place surrounded by redwood trees and by the riverside. That other guy he's looking at, he's building everything up just for his own kid, with the same face of care and concerns as his own. He's singing some lullabies as him, matching the cadences and lyrics even if hushed and mumbled. He's teaching how to shoot a bow and arrow to his kid just like him, explaining the steps the same as him. He's leaving the kid soon just like the other, but at least he's trusting someone else to take care in his stead.

There's another kid, he realises. And that kid looks sad, in spite of the beautiful scenery. That kid is looking at walls, just like Tallulah. He's not living in much comfort or glamour, just like Tallulah. He's learning how to fend for himself with a bow and arrow, Tallulah will be like that soon. He's seen the dance, the rhythm of a deadbeat. And now its up to him to change the paces.

Will doesn't know why he pauses in faint recollection when a memory doesn't exist. It's merely a dream from a bygone night, but what's a memory but not a dream you've seen before. Yet when remembers walking through the forest and a flash of red fur snickering, he doesn't understand why a pang of burrowing feelings hits him.

And that feeling turns to drive, a desire to be at least the best dad he can be for now. For Tallulah and for that lonely kid he doesn't remember.