[ :: CRASHLANDING ]

“ …. “

gnarp bee Bo bleep gnap nap 🛸 🕊️

what the fuck are you?????? strawberry milkshake looking ass

Meaby continued to explore the base again after swiping most of what remained in the team’s fridge. As he walked past several rooms, one particular room caught his attention. A door that was slightly ajar with a thin sliver of light coming from its entrance. Meaby’s curiosity became unbearable. The alien cautiously approached the door before lightly pushing it wide open, the door creaking on its hinges. He took one step forward inside the room, it appears he stepped into to a workshop. Meaby began to glance around the room, he was deeply astonished by the different kinds of shiny tools and objects that were displayed in the workshop. Meaby became easily distracted by the equipment that he didn’t realize he wasn’t the only one here.

[ To say that Otto was shocked would be a bit of an understatement. Never in his life had he seen something so slimy yet... adorable? They wanted to hug it so badly but was worried that whatever the alien was made of would fry his circuitry. ]

HELLO !! CURIOUS !! WHAT ARE YOU??

[ He asked as he stared up at the alien with his big, solid blue eyes as he excitedly tapped his metallic fingers together. ]

The Alien hastened through the base, sprinting like a fish with a pair of legs. While it struggled to recollect its own balance, without notice, the Alien tripped over the boxed Spy. Face-planting into the floor while red goo smeared across the Spy’s box like jam on bread.

(WOMP WOMP SFX)

— @emotionally-confused-alienheavy

The boxspy would let out a loud, feral screech in response to being tripped over. He spun around to face the alien, hissing at him before clearing his throat and going back to regular spy behaviour.

“You appear to have gotten… slime? on my box. Don’t do that again.”

Day 20: ALIEN ON THE LOOSE I REPEAT ALIEN ON THE LOOSE

Check out my RP blog haha hehe PLEASE SEND ASKS AND INTERACT PLEAPDLEPELAPSOOLEPALDE

ALIEN HEAVY TF2 TUMMY ‼️‼️‼️

mlerp (Ooc)

HELLO ! I am restarting this blog !

This blog has been inactive and I wanna start working on it. I won’t be deleting this blog but I’ll be making a new blog where I’ll be posting new Alien Heavy roleplays ! I’ll reblog this post with the URL of the blog once I’m done. The reason why I’m restarting the blog is that

1. I want to redo Meaby’s lore (sort of)

2. There’s a new TF2 askblog community and I can’t miss that

3. Because I’m thinking of meaby again :'-(

See you all soon on the new Alien Heavy RP Blog :-) !

UPDATE: https://www.tumblr.com/crashlanding-heavy

A RECORDING from the phone’s video album.

”Scout’s attempt to launch his phone in space.”

At last, Meaby arrives to someplace where it could rest just for a bit. It leans against the kitchen counter, glancing around its surroundings in a slight panicked manner. Realizing it was finally safe and sound, for now.

Meaby lets out a muffled sigh, before noticing the fridge which was bedazzled in Pyro’s drawings, kitchen magnets that spelled out “MAGGOTS” and an angry letter from the Engineer. It gets back on its feet, slowly approaching the fridge with caution. It pulls the freezer door open in a flash. The freezer’s lights blinding Meaby, for a few seconds of course. Meaby examines the selections of food and other junk in the freezer. Tilting its head in curiosity like an animal, it reaches into the freezer, pulling out a sandwich. Meaby’s pitch-dark eyes lit up like the sky on the 4th of July, before immediately shoving the sandwich into its non-existent mouth. The familiar welcoming taste of the sandwich comforted the alien, bringing it at ease. It shoves its hand back into the freezer once more, pulling out a bottle of Scrumpy. It studies the bottle of cider before sticking the Scrumpy onto its own fuzzy and slimy skin like glue.

OOC:

If the Alien Heavy and Sniper met:

Ooh! What is this?

It is not a ‘what’, it is a ‘who’, Kesha. They are clearly alive.

Oh, Genya, he is trying.

*turning to Alien Heavy*

Friend, what is your name?

-@emotionally-intense-heavy (Misha) -@physically-toned-heavy (Kesha) -@mentally-capable-heavy (Genya)

The Alien stared at the 3, looking visibly distraught and confused through it’s big eyes while red ooze continued to drip down it’s face. He didn’t understand what the 3 had said, but he still tried to communicate.

“Zeegle zooble, meebo meep baim.” It tried to communicate through the only language it knew. Though it wasn’t clear if the 3 Heavys understood it, even so he still tried his best.

permission to slap cheese on ur bald head :3 ?

“>:-(“

6/10

m!a human, 10 asks

“NARP ??”

GWYAGAWPAPEOHRRRRHHHWA WGAWWWWWAAAAAAHWHPWOFHHRG

AAAGRHHRPGRAWPRBENSNAPEGAWWHEGWGGRGAHGHWGRGSGAAWAWHGHHEIRJNWFIWORHBLORPIBEBEHRGWHBWBEMEEPNSBEUAGESUDQUEHWHDH

SQUEEBLE LEICK GWORP NAP ???????…??”??

*Sipping on some tomato soup*

You want some?

🍅🥣👍