#Why was there a Nurse anya tag-

[fyreflakes]

I hate hospitals

mrs Mallory is my oc

[gh0sdae]

On Daisuke dying immediately after Anya:

[mikuluvu]

A/n: WKWKWKKW, HERES ANOTHER CURLY X READER. I LUV HIM SM. Cuz what if you and him had a daughter? And literally took her into the tulpar?

Curly x fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just its bitsy angst on the end.

“Careful, sweetie,” Curly said, crouching next to her as she lined up her magnetic building blocks on the floor. “You’re gonna trip me on my way to work.”

Your five-year-old giggled, clutching one of the blocks to her chest. “Sorry, Daddy! I’m making a house.”

Curly grinned, his warm brown eyes sparkling with affection. “Well, it’s a very nice house. Just keep it out of the hallway, okay?”

Bringing your daughter aboard the Tulpar had been a controversial decision, one that had sparked more than a few arguments among the crew.

“You really think it’s a good idea?” Marcus, who's one of the guards, (before going on to the ship( had asked when you first brought it up. “Space isn’t exactly kid-friendly.”

“She’s not just any kid,” you had argued. “She’s our kid. Curly and I know how to keep her safe, and honestly, the Tulpar is better than leaving her behind on Earth. At least here, we know what’s happening around her.”

Life on the Tulpar might not have been perfect, but it was safer, more stable.

Initially, the crew had been skeptical. Anya had to say something about it. “What if something goes wrong? How are we supposed to focus on our jobs if we’re constantly worried about a kid running around?”

But over time, your daughter’s presence softened even the most hardened crewmates (Jimmy Lol)

Jimmy... Didn't really enjoy the company of his best friends daughter, his basically an uncle now... But when he got called 'uncle'... A small smile would appear on his face.

Daisuke, ever the gentle soul, quickly became her favorite babysitter. He had a knack for making paper cranes out of old reports, which never failed to make her squeal with delight. He would let him play on his gameboy really. Would play tag w/ your daughter.

“I think she likes me more than you two,” he joked one evening.

“She just likes that you’re a pushover,” you teased, though you appreciated his help.

Anya would teach her how to do some simple first aid.

“She’s got a good eye for detail,” Anya admitted one day, ruffling your daughter’s hair. “Might make a decent nurse one day.”

You and Curly alternated shifts, ensuring one of you was always with your daughter.

Swansea would go instantly soft, cuz your daughter reminds him his own children! Maybe 2nd best being a babysitter, he keeps warning your daughter to not get any closer to the utility room... And your daughter would ask: "why not?" "Because i said so"

One day, during a quiet moment in the cockpit, your daughter climbed onto Curly’s lap, staring out at the stars.

“Daddy, why are the stars so far away?” she asked, her tiny voice filled with wonder.

Curly wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. “Because that’s just how space works. But you know what? Even if they’re far away, they’re still beautiful. Just like you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

That night, as you tucked your daughter into bed, Curly leaned against the doorframe, watching with a soft smile.

“Do you think we made the right choice?” he asked quietly once she was asleep.

You stood and crossed the room to him, slipping your arms around his waist. “Bringing her here was the best decision we could’ve made. She’s safe, she’s happy, and she’s growing up surrounded by people who care about her. What more could we ask for?”

Curly kissed your forehead, his embrace warm and comforting. “I just want her to have the best life we can give her. Even if it’s a little unconventional.”

You smiled up at him. “She’s got us. That’s all she needs.”

All she needs...? Yeah... Isolating her from the world is that it? Maybe... It wasnt a great idea...

A/n: WOOHOO! Daisuke would be the best babysitter for your child. I just know it really :) Please support me through ko-fi

[awfulcake]

You , the crew , are all my responsibility.

Hello ! Hi ! Yes ,, another Grant Curly roleplay blog , lots lots. All are welcome to interact besides the usual dni !! Anyway , while this is a roleplay blog , a Curly kin is running it. Any uncomfortable asks sent will be deleted. Just be responsible please.

This blog can and will do more serious roleplays ! Silly ones and others are very much welcome too , just send an ask <3

Don't have much of an idea for this ,, but I'd say this Curly froze to death in the cryopod despite his Jimmy's 'best' efforts. He ended up 'waking' back up completely normal with the time period being somewhere before the crash (though blogs of all time periods are welcome !!). He has no recollection of this past life except during his recurring 'nightmares' or the occasional one second flashback of pure pain. He can never really recall any of these moments or what they mean , but his gut instincts are stronger than ever now. He's not sure why !!!! Also he zones off often yaaay 💕

Colors will be used to indicate tone , with the major one being red to signify something lore related , pain or just anger.

Some headcanons for this blog include: Age 36 , transgender man , bisexual , massive sweet tooth (screw canon !!!!!!!) , etc

yes he loves that shitty cake om nom nom

and if you recognize me , no you don't ❗❗

Interact with these blogs too !! ~

Co-pilot Jimmy: @jimsponsible , @responsiblecaptainjimmy

Engineer Swansea: @swansea-honks

Nurse Anya:

Intern Daisuke: @daidaisukesuke

tags:

🍰🎉: general kind of tag ? my signature at this point actually

curly's cake: yummy cakes

mw reblog: just reblogging mouthwashing art & etc

mod says hi: mod tag for when out of character & or not looking for roleplay

kinposting: another mod tag but for when I'm in a Curlykin mindset and am speaking as Curly. Not an invitation for roleplay , but other kins are welcome to respond !

roleplay thread: usually put at the end of a roleplay !

curly's anons: anons responded to by curly lol

mod's anons: anons responded to by me whether kin or not !

yeah ill put that onto the blog: stupid stuff or something idek

curly draws: art i've decided to share !

crisp curls 👁🩹: post crash curlys real

greasy jimbo ⭐🔪: jimmys ........ love y'all

angry swan 🦢🔧: the swansea has a wrench !!!!! RUN

daisuke !!🎶🌺: hellooo daisukes

!! anya 🌼💊: !!!!! the nurse ever <3

cap'n curls ⏳🍦: other pre crash curlys real

more to be added probabllyyyy , new to this still </3

^^^ i've roleplayed for years but never on tumblr soooo yeah

[wandering-pirate]

Permanent Eclipse

Summary: We saw it all happen from Jimmy's eyes, but what was going through the dying intern's mind during his final moments?

Words: 1.5k

Tags: Angst, heavy angsty angst

TW: Character deaths and gore (mouthwashing being mouthwashing)

a/n: i was inspired (tortured) by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS62aWV9h/

He screwed up. Again.

One chance to redeem himself from all the headaches he caused the whole crew - all down the drain. One chance to save Anya, the person who treated him like a sibling - gone. One chance to make the man he looked up to proud... how he wished to see Swansea smile at something he did, with genuine pride. He'll never be able to see that.

Daisuke's irregular breathing was filling the whole room up, loud and uneven, like the chaos in his head. Regret. Self-loathing. Guilt. And gosh, Anya. He never saw something so empty in his life. Her eyes that used to look at him with warmth and care, were now cold voids.

The gut-clenching pain of the scene twisted harder than his raw and oozing wounds. It didn't matter though, because the only person that could heal him was now sitting lifeless before him. And it was all his fault.

The loud banging of the medbay door snapped him out of his daze. The reason why he climbed the vent came back to him and he limped towards it. The second the lock clicked under his trembling hands, his legs crumpled.

“Hey bud, I got you! What happe--”

“Anya... Anya, she-- she’s--”

One look. Daisuke's brows furrowed, stunned by how the co-pilot didn’t even spare a glance at the nurse's body. His focus solely on finding a spot to lean the wounded intern against.

“I know, I know. Let’s get you cleaned up first, alright?”

Jimmy's arms steadied him, but all the young man could look at was the face of their substitute captain. His pressed lips, the prominent line between his brows, his clenched jaw. Daisuke winced at the pure disappointment silently radiating from him.

He shivered at the cool metal wall Jimmy placed him on. Having a clear view of Anya... and goodness, he forgot about their bandaged captain. What hit him hard was seeing Curly's wide eye transfixed at her, tears were flowing in one continuous stream.

"This might sting, Daisuke, but it'll disinfect your wounds, alright? Just hang in there, bud"

When the mouthwash hit his open flesh, he barely flinched. The sting being a distant feeling perceived by his hazy mind. Receiving the harsh treatment from the co-pilot's hands, Daisuke could not even react. Jimmy worked quickly, but the boy's gaze was glued to Anya. Just lying there. A corpse. Maybe… maybe she wasn’t gone.

Yeah! That's it. Anya was just showing how Swansea and he have acted the past few days with their mouthwash alcoholism. She was just proving a point, right? Just making him have a taste of his own medicine. She'll get up. She'll stop the charade after knowing that Daisuke's hurt... She wasn’t really…

"She's dead, Daisuke. Let's focus on patching you up"

Jimmy cut through him like death's scythe. Cold and unforgiving. His mind wondered why the co-pilot was nonchalant with the whole thing. Maybe he blamed him. There's nothing Jimmy could do because Daisuke failed to save her.

He never even realized how his vision blurred from the tears. Hearing the words he kept denying himself shattered him. Dead. Of course she's dead. And it's all his fault.

His wounds made even the lightest of breaths a battle, the nauseating smell of metal mixed with sweet mint. The guilt clawed at his guts, unforgiving, unrelenting. It was all too much. His body was shutting down.

The last thing he remembered was Jimmy swearing and shouting his name. Yeah, he deserved that, every nasty word thrown at him, he'd take it.

When he woke, he didn’t feel any better. If anything, it was worse. Heat and excruciating pain throbbed under his wounds, radiating out like fire while the rest of him shivered uncontrollably. Every nerve in his body screamed, yet all he could think about was the heavy presence sitting beside him.

Swansea.

Daisuke froze. He wasn't ready to face the man he looked up to. Couldn’t meet the mechanic’s eyes. Daisuke wasn't a shy one nor was he an introvert, but at that moment, all he wanted to do was to dig himself a grave. To hide. To be forgotten. To just.. disappear.

Jimmy’s disappointment was already too much; Swansea’s would destroy him. Daisuke's eyes were closed but his ears were definitely not, and his lips trembled after hearing the older man sigh, deep and gravelly.

"What were you thinking?"

Soft. Too soft. Was it pity? Is it rage masked with calmness? Daisuke panicked. Swansea never used this tone. He yelled, barked orders, always had sarcastic quips. But, not this. This calmness was worse. This calmness meant his mentor had abandoned all hope on him.

"I-I'm sorry..." Daisuke meant it to be a steady apology, but it left his lips in a shaky whisper. He hated how pathetic he was being.

"Look, it ain't yer fault," Swansea rubbed his face. "If anyone is to blame, it's that ass actin' captain this whole damn time."

All those words fell into the fire, burnt into ashes. Daisuke wanted to believe him, but no. Every terrible decision, every wrong turn, it all led back to himself. Anya’s death. His wound. The infection eating away at him.

Every second was agony, it felt like running a marathon just by wiping his tears. Every movement, blades raking through his skin down to the bone.

The world dissolved into a haze, Swansea’s figure reduced to a shapeless blur. Each breath he took felt like dragging shattered glass through his already tired lungs. His thoughts twisted into knots he couldn’t untangle—tight, choking, blaming

It’s all my fault

Home. I just wanna go home. I can’t do this anymore

I should’ve been braver—no, smarter—why wasn’t I smarter? Why did I screw up again?

Anya, I’m sorry. Gosh, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve this

I should’ve been stronger, faster. Maybe then… maybe then I could’ve saved you

Swansea… I let you down

Mom, I—Mom, I’m sorry. For everything. For being me. For not being the son you wanted

If only… if only I’d been better. Maybe then none of this would’ve happened

Jimmy and Swansea were arguing but it all blurred into a single incoherent mumble. Every word drifted into a distant echo with the boy's eyelids growing more and more heavy.

For the second time, Daisuke lost consciousness, his body succumbing to the pain. Even in his dreams, his guilt followed him. Denying him rest, plaguing him with nightmares.

His vision blurred after returning to consciousness. His sight flickering in and out of focus. After having some clarity, his eyes met the dull gray metal ceiling, a yellow blob sticking out on his peripheral. He's now reminded of the mechanic's presence. How much time has passed? Did the mechanic stay beside him after all his failures?

The infection, it had to be worse now. It wasn’t just the wound that was tearing at him—it was everything else, unrelenting tidal waves of nausea, the aching, feverish delirium that had him questioning whether he was awake or dreaming.

Daisuke tried to speak, but even a grunt felt like blades were cutting his throat. All he could do was lay there, pathetically, his body too weak to move. Too worn out to ask the mechanic for his forgiveness. It wasn’t just the wound anymore—it was his entire self getting split open from the inside.

He didn’t notice the way his body twitched and jerked. But Swansea saw it all—the tremors in his limbs, the shallow, uneven breaths, the thin sheen of fever-slick sweat on his skin. To anyone with two functional eyes, it was clear: Daisuke’s body was falling apart. Piece by agonizing piece.

"It's alright, Daisuke. Calm down."

The deep voice cuts through the fog. Again with his soft tone, but something was different this time. There was this quiet desperation in the way the gruff man spoke... Was that sorrow?

He opened his eyes, looking up to the mechanic. His senior was furrowing his eyebrows like he usually does, but his eyes. They were mourning.

"You coulda taught an old fool like me a lot"

Daisuke strained hard to understand all the words. He tamed his writhing body, steadied his breathing and kept his half-lidded eyes on Swansea. With every ounce of strength left, he fought to show the man that he was listening.

"Just a damn good kid tryin his best"

It dawned on him - sharp and cold. The man was saying his goodbyes.

"Close your eyes, Daisuke..."

The axehead was above Swansea's head now, and for a moment, Daisuke's thoughts scattered. Was Swansea really going to kill him? He knew he deserved it, but it somehow ached his whole being. It wasn't like the sharp pain from his wounds or the burning fever. It was a numb, suffocating, and heavy kind of ache that sucked him of all his strength.

But even now, with everything crumbling, the intern followed the mechanic's instructions. His lashes fluttered shut, pressing his unshed tears down his fevered cheeks.

Maybe, just maybe, if he got it right this time, he'd finally hear it:

"You did good, kid"

[justhereformilgram]

WARNING: Mouthwashing spoilers ahead?? it is a psychological horror game so there is a bit of blood and gore, themes of suicide, cannibalism, all that. So be sure to read the content warnings if you haven’t heard of it before but decide to check it out!

Anyways. I introduce milgramwashing. because I fell down the rabbit hole and loved the complex storytelling and horrific situations of the original game. HOWEVER, for this AU, it definitely will be a different sort of storyline because while I appreciate the hard subject matter Mouthwashing tackles, I don’t feel comfortable putting any of the milgram cast in those positions.. I do love to point out parallels, though, and things will definitely still go terribly wrong.

Just imagine they’re a different branch, a different ship, on the Pony Express— or should I say, the Jackalope Express?

(1) I was torn between making the MILGRAM (replacing Tulpar) just a delivery crew like the OG, or a ship carrying prisoners, closer to MILGRAM. Or prisoners who become a crew after an emergency happens and Es can’t handle it on their own. 🤷 None of this explains putting Es, a 15 year old in charge. Were they a child pilot prodigy? A nepo baby? Who knows. But they are Captain Es.

(2) Next is Yuno, the first one I drew so she’s in color! She’s a psychology intern, just learning the ropes, tagging along because she needs money to provide for her parent and little bro. Also she’s under a false name since idk how legal her side job was in the mouthwashing universe. The Anya parallels are… quite real, though in this case she would’ve gotten pregnant from her clients like in MILGRAM but before she got on the ship, and only realizing later, and then it becomes a whole situation. She becomes an assistant nurse to Shidou after the crash happens.

(3) Fuuta! I think he shares in Swansea’s grumpiness, and it does make sense for him to be an electric engineer or hacker due to his focus in tech. cough. not always for noble means. Haruka will be his intern he has to deal with—though he isn’t middle aged, I think a mentor/older brother and younger brother dynamic mirroring Swansea and Daisuke could be fun and tragic for them. Also Kotoko definitely slices him in the eye. I don’t know why or how, I just feel like it fits pretty well.

(4) As said before, Haruka is another intern without much experience, sent into space because his mother didn’t want to deal with him anymore. Harsh. Meanwhile, after her incident at her school, Muu’s parents paid big money to cover it up then shoehorn her into an “internship” where the authorities can’t get her. She gets the nicest room on the spaceship.

(5) Kazui! The muscle of the group, originally I gave him captain or pilot since he really does give Curly vibes (means well, hurts the women in his life anyways through inaction/telling the truth/lying) and he also has a mid life crisis. then all this happens. I’d imagine he’s fairly level headed and would’ve intervened in the Kotoko incident and the Crash. (Related somehow? I don’t know, I didn’t think the lore all the way through) Not fast enough to spare Mahiru, though… Mikoto is not an intern, but a very stressed mouthwashing sales representative part of the advertising sector. His job still sucks. He’s due for a breakdown at any moment. John was always there, but he probably comes out more during great times of stress, like the Crash. Maybe he’s partly responsible, trying to defend from Kotoko or something. In no way people are letting Amane onto the ship willingly so I made her a stowaway fleeing her conditions under the religious organization after she murdered her mom. She sneaks into a shipment of mouthwash or something idk. Shidou is doctor but in space. I imagine his family passed in a terrible, terrible accident and he did lots of medicine malpractice still.

(6) Finally, Kotoko and Mahiru. Kotoko needs to use that axe, it fits too well.. I do think the Crash, just like Trial 2, is a turning point, so she probably has some hand in the Crash as well, if not purposely then it might be from swinging that around recklessly. She still looks cool doing it, though! And Mahiru. I imagine she pulled a legally blonde and followed in her boyfriend’s footsteps to become a pilot. After he passed, she continued her schooling and ended up as co-pilot on MILGRAM. Tried to stop the ship from crashing from the asteroid, and got caught in the blast zone… I’m sorry Mahiru it’s just you’re the only one with many bandages as a character design element 😭 and it made too much sense 😭😖 I think she’s still cute though. I gave her Daisuke’s hibiscuses since I like that imagery

[therealslimstrider]

Things I noticed on my second watch of Mouthwash Game.

The focus on sanitizing / "bandaid" solutions. Find painkillers. Find isopropyl. Find disinfectant. Find something that buys time.

How much more direct Anya is with Curly compared to Jimmy.

Anya is startled by Jimmy when he approaches from behind.

Other than "bandaid" solutions are Jimmy going where he's been told not to go, like trying to break into Medical when Anya is in there. (Why do they have locks in Medical but not Sleeping Quarters?) And sending Daisuke into the vent.

When Jimmy is searching for disinfectant for Daisuke, before it's revealed Anya kills herself, that entire section of Medical is blurred and glitched out. Jimmy's blocking it out of his mind.

Jimmy's critical nature towards everyone else. Anya isn't a good nurse. Swansea's a drunk. Daisuke is naive. Curly's standards are too high. Everyone sucks but him.

I mentioned this in tags, but. In normal doses, acetaminophen is fine. But it can pass through the placenta. So toxicity could kill the baby. Anya resisted drinking mouthwash at first, but it's left to the imagination as to whether or not she had more. If she had been drinking it, her liver may have been too compromised for her to judge her tolerance. So it could have been she was attempting abortion - not suicide.

When Curly reveals the company is going under, Anya begins sobbing as she mentions she doesn't have any savings.

[worlds-least-responsible]

I HOPE THIS HURTS.

[Polle says, "Sorry!"] ... Don't ask how I got here. Curly convinced me that it'd be fun and I need better entertainment than just staring at the walls. You can call me Jimmy. I'm the co-pilot of the Tulpar. Our crew consists of him as captain, me, Swansea as our mechanic, Anya as our nurse and Daisuke as Swansea's intern, I guess. Who's idea was it to bring five in a ship of four? Don't talk to me about sardines. Or horses, for that matter. Some of you need to learn how to take a fucking joke.

//ooc info

TW FOR BLOOD, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE/VIOLENT TENDENCIES, REFERENCES TO CANNIBALISM, DEREALIZATION, SUGGESTIVENESS, ARACNOPHOBIA/BUGS/INSECTS, MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO SEXUAL ASSAULT, MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO SELF HARM AND/OR SUICIDE, MILD HORROR. Pre-crash Jimmy blog. Maybe not for much longer. Made to pair with @ponyextulparlog. ;; except i'm way more active here i'm sorry . main is @hellishkittycat, if you follow me here i might starting following you back from there. uhh. all things i've listed as rules for the Curly blog are valid here too but stricter. you can be mean to him, sure, go ahead. but do NOT get me involved in it. i am merely here to have fun, i DON'T condone this man's actions and i hate him as much as you do. THIS IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND WHILE HIS CRIMES ARE REAL HE IS NOT. HE ISN'T REAL!! NONE OF THESE PPL ARE!! >DO NOT MAKE SA/RAPE JOKES. you aren't funny. you all know how Jimmy is in canon, aka a rude asshole who only cares for people when they benefit him. literal parasite. he is USUALLY NOT going to be kind, or even remotely nice. neutral at best. please don't be startled if he's mean to you!! that's just how he is and any/all threats are in character entirely. (see tolerance points for info.) JIMMY EMOTIONAL STATUS GUIDE: Green dialogue is just his usual sarcastic self. Blue dialogue is in mention of Anya, or things relating to Anya. Orange dialogue is in mention of Swansea, or things relating to Swansea. Pink dialogue is in mention of Daisuke, or things relating to Daisuke. Non colored dialogue is in mention of Curly, or things relating to Curly. Purple is related to tolerance or defensiveness. Red is related to aggression or a strong, compulsive emotional reaction to something. DO INTERACT!: fellow mw rp accs, whether it be canon, ocs, aus, you're all cool here. hell, even accounts from other fandoms too as long as you know where you are. the jimmy enthusiasts™, are also allowed here (as long as you don't condone what he did, ew). cry about it. DO NOT INTERACT: anyone under 16, anything that usually falls under dni criterias. i check everyone that interacts here, and if i find out you fall under any questionable labels you'll get blocked. nsfw accounts and accounts with major gore too if you don't filter your shit. jimanya, jimsuke and jimsea shippers. if you exist. EXTRA INFO: This Jimmy is 36, 5'11, metalhead, unlabeled closeted queer, 'Merican, arachnid/reptile enthusiast. mod talk will always begin with //. Jimmy talk will have the dialogue font and be colored green. tags for this blog include:

takeresponsibility: for in character posting/rp starters yimpy's yapping: for asks/ continued rp yimpy approved: for art/rb yimpy's art/doodles: might change this later but it's for mod-posted art. recent art pieces only jimsby: why did i word it like that it sounds like i'm in a pokemon game. uhh. (jimby reacts to asks) toleratedmuch: above the #yimpy's favorites tier, you are now willingly tolerated. exclusive to those with 15+ tolerance points. yimpy's favorites: tag exclusive for those with 5+ TOLERANCE POINTS. dear god what have you done goodnessgracious: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU (50+ tol pts). officiallyresponsible: i hope this hurts. TOLERANCE POINTS: if ya interact one too many times often, or just do something cool, ugly little roach here might be slightly, SLIGHTLY less of a dick to you! only proceed if you're okay with the consequences of such acts being you as this parasite's next host, though. inspired by another blog. THIS POST HAS BEEN UPDATED (most recent update: 12/28/24).

[altxxr]

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨.. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠..? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐨.. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧."

"My name is Altair Webster. I am the IT and General Engineer alongside Mr Swansea and Mr Daisuke on the Freighter Vessel Tulpar of the Pony Express Shipping Company."

"Your introduction is wayy too formal, man!" "...Sorry, it's a force of Habit, Dai." "Don't need to apologize, Altair." "Sorry." "..." "Sorry."

NAME: Altair Webster AGE: 32 NATIONALITY: British DOB: 14/07 OCCUPATION: IT & General Engineer

∟ Dividers by @saradika-graphics []

MORE INFORMATION UNDER THE CUT!

RELATIONSHIPS:

ANYA: POSITIVE || ALTAIR encourages her for nursing school, giving tips for her, he enjoys talking to her. ANYA tries to get him to rest more and sometimes catches him staying up late. ALTAIR'S emoji for her is 📖 since he acknowledges the way she studies hard to become a professional nurse.

CURLY: POSITIVE || ALTAIR trusts and admires him as a Captain. Post-Crash, he wonders why the man would do such a thing. CURLY trusts him in turn, and worries about his sleep schedule. ALTAIR'S emoji for him is 🚀 since he thinks its fitting, as he's the captain of the ship.

DAISUKE: POSITIVE+ || ALTAIR sees him as his little brother, and tries to keep him as happy as possible, and out of as much danger as he can. DAISUKE likes to learn from him and watch him work on his laptop. ALTAIR'S emoji for him is 🎇 since he sees him as his little brother, and as a light in his life.

JIMMY: NEUTRAL || ALTAIR doesn't talk to him outside of work, during CURLY'S birthday party, he grew anxious and stayed out of his way. JIMMY dislikes him and thinks he isn't helpful, and claims that he was a coward. ALTAIR'S emoji for him is ⚙ since he sees him like a gear, works really well until something small disrupts it.

SWANSEA: POSITIVE+ || ALTAIR worked under Swansea as his apprentice during their last trip, and now simply as his coworker. SWANSEA does things for him and forces him to sleep whenever he catches him staying up. ALTAIR'S emoji for him is 📃 since he always enjoys looking at his many plans for the ship, and tries to help him out.

ALTAIR'S FULL GOOGLE DOCUMENT

TAGS:

#📖 : ANYA #🚀 : CURLY #🎇 : DAISUKE #⚙ : JIMMY #📃 : SWANSEA OTHERS...

#📡 : REBLOG #🎧 : OOC #📻 : INFORMATION #📸 : ART

[ask-curly-mouthwashing]

introduction

(art by svnnyangels)

“am i figured out? is this all i’ll ever be?”

Hello! I’m Curly, the captain of the Tulpar space freighter! We have a crew of five, including myself. Daisuke insisted on creating this entire blogging concept for all of us, and I thought, why not? Some morale would be helpful on such a long ride together.

The crewmates are as follows:

Anya, our nurse! - @ask-anya-mouthwashing

Jimmy, our co-pilot! - @ask-jimmy-mouthwashing

Swansea, our mechanic! - @ask-swansea-mouthwashing

and Daisuke, Swansea’s intern! - @daisuke-the-silly

! ASKS ARE TURNED OFF DUE TO THREATS OF GORE BEING POSTED AND SENT TO INBOXES !

OOC INTRO

hello !! im taffy, the owner of this rp blog :) i go by she/her and speak in ooc either by using tags or visibly marking my ooc dialogue

i apologize if my characterization of curly is bad or off !

this roleplay is currently pre-crash so curly is not yet a bloody mummy!! yippee!!

anyways yeah beware of blood and things when this rp gets to crash because.. y’know

my main is @caramel-covered-apples

absolutely no explicit nsfw asks! asks with implied content are fine, idrm. any other sillies are allowed!! go wild

[the-silly-superstar]

Alright it is time. Boredom has got the best of me and I decided it’s time for a

⭐️INTRODUCTION!!!!⭐️

you heard it right! Now I’m finally gonna have a shred of an idea of what the hell to do here!!! Anywho, let’s start :D

ABOUT ME!

⭐️ I usually just go by Uni/Unique online

⭐️ I use any pronouns, but prefer they/she!

⭐️ My bday is 6/29!!! :D

⭐️ Speaking of birthdays, I am also a minor, so please don’t be inappropriate or gross :3

⭐️If you guys can’t tell I draw A LOT, but nowhere near as much as I’d like to cause artblocks an asshole >:(

[Most of these user tags I found are free, did Rb one, if anyone else who made these wants credit lmk!!!!]

ALSOOOO here’s my SelfSona! Her name is Uni (short for Unique) Also I’ll usually draw her in Fit 1, fit 2 is for sillies (also the pink on fit 1 is too dark, supposed to be like fit 2)

WHAT YOULL FIND

⭐️ like I said before, Art, but I’ll also post Oc stuff, comics and animatics!

if it’s art I’ll usually tag with ‘my art’ and art related tags, y’know?

also for art, I don’t do commissions, but i do enjoy ideas!!!!

⭐️Also for my ocs, I’ll add the tags ‘Oc’ or the character(s) name(s) and ‘the Trinkety Toyland’ which is what the silly group is called :D I’ll make a post about them soon enough. If I ever finish their ref sheets

⭐️ I’m also in a quite few fandoms soooo here’s a few I’ll name!

The Amazing Digital Circus

Murder Drones

My Little Pony

Splatoon

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Mouthwashing

sailor moon

death note

I’ll probably add more later cause I can’t think of anymore, I’m really tired rn 😭

ASKS

⭐️ decided to do a bit on this, because why not!

⭐️ Feel free to be silly!!!!! I like having fun on here!1!1!1!1!1!

⭐️ Like I said, I’m a minor so PLEASE don’t send inappropriate asks

⭐️ Also forget to respond a lot, so sorry if it takes a while for me to answer

⭐️ For people sending asks for help with the war or money or anything, I’m very sorry, I’m a minor and can’t help, I also feel really sad and uncomfortable reading about it, it just feels awkward so I usually don’t respond to them :( (I feel like such an ass but I might as well mention that)

DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)

⭐️ not a lot for this, no nsfw, pedos, pro ships, no transphobia racism or homophobia. Then again I can’t stop you from interacting, so like if I’m not comfy with you I’ll block you, easy to understand

WHERE ELSE AM I?

I have a YouTube Channel, Silly Superstar Edits

Also CapCut, where I’ll occasionally post?

My Wattpad where I post writing

I also have a discord acc, but idk if I’ll put that here quite yet.

WHERE ELSE ON HERE?

set up a few rp blogs, say hi!

@tulpars-nurse-anya

@ask-what-the-world-needs

and a writing blog

@sillystarwrites

I believe that’s it! Soooo, finally got that done, so see ya!1!1!1!1!

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 18 - Possession

Tags/CW: demonic possession, self harm, impalement

Vampirism had its advantages. After the initial shock and adjustment period, Adam (aka Buzzkill), was beginning to see the silver linings of his new condition.

One of the biggest advantages he was beginning to quite enjoy was that he didn't need to sleep, which means he had a lot of time in a day. Usually that meant working for a little bit and dicking around for the rest of it, but today he was double booked.

Before Adam was turned into a vampire, he'd already been showing an interest in a career in medicine. But now that he had powers, he was also interested in a career as a hero. And today, he got to do a so-called 'ride-along' in both fields.

First he spent all day volunteering at Dr Slade's clinic in New York, and at the end of his shift he would hit the streets as Buzzkill with none other than Black Cat.

He was moreso excited for the latter part, especially when he found out that volunteering meant he was only allowed to do very basic, very menial tasks. And sometimes, as an exception, he was allowed to observe something medical.

It wasn't too busy at the clinic, so rather than being stuck fetching extra water for patients, he was actually allowed to shadow the staff most of the day. If he wasn't helping one of the nurses change a bed or restock something, he could be found watching Dr Markovitsj stitch up someone's arm, helping Dr Carter with paperwork, or missing the ability to doze off when Dr Slade gave a passionate lecture about the good old days.

Thankfully he was saved by the bell from that last part. Dr Slade was called in to an emergency and rushed to hop onto an ambulance to do some fieldwork. Sadly, Adam didn't get to follow along with that, but on the other hand, he only had half an hour to go before his shift would end.

He headed to the reception desk, where the usual receptionist, Sandra, was slowly getting ready to head on home. She smiled warmly as Adam approached.

"You look lost, dear," she said.

"Just...wondering if there's even anything I can do in the last thirty minutes," Adam said with a shrug, "where'd the other two docs run off to?"

"Oh Anya just sat down to eat, and after that she'll probably take a nap before tackling the night shift," Sandra said, knowing everyone's schedule from the top of her head, "and Aiden...I'm not sure where he went off to, but he might have some work for you to pass the time."

"I think I saw him heading downstairs earlier, so I'll check there," Adam said, somewhat reluctantly turning on his heel and heading towards the stairs.

The clinic had two basement levels. One being barely used since they had much better rooms on their second floor, and the other was just the morgue and storage. Adam skipped the first basement level. He could already hear there was no one there, and it didn't seem likely for Dr Carter to go there anyway.

On the second basement level however... he sensed it as soon as he pushed the door to the stairwell open. The sweet, irony fragrance of blood lingered in the air. Fresh blood. Adam had a nose for that now. Especially when he'd been living off of nearly-expired donated blood for a while now.

He caught himself licking his lips, before snapping out of it. With a sigh, he looked around, finding a supply cart and grabbing a flu mask off of it and quickly placing it on his mouth and nose. The scent of blood was still there, but it was a lot less intense, and a lot less distracting now.

Why was he smelling fresh blood on a floor that only housed spare equipment, bulk-bought non-perishables, and the occasional corpse? Only one way to find out.

He followed the scent, taking him into the storeroom where they kept supplies of sterile equipment. The amount of plastic packaging inside plastic packaging was jarring, but it was a necessary evil to be able to operate on people safely. Besides, Adam had better things to worry about.

He snuck inside. He wasn't sure why he was creeping around as if he wasn't supposed to be there, but he was glad that he did, else he would never have seen what he saw.

Dr Aiden Carter-Mc— something Adam couldn't quite pronounce, was kneeling next to one of the shelves, breathing shakily. Adam could hear his elevated heart rate, the tremor in his irregular breaths, and the fear in his sweat.

He stepped closer, not quite sure what to say, when Aiden already jumped and turned to look at him, dropping something metallic and quickly pulling on his sleeve. But Adam had already seen the beading red streaks on his forearm.

"...do you want me to get someone?" Adam asked.

"No," Aiden quickly said, "no, I'm fine."

He took a deep breath, and Adam raised a brow as he managed to calm down impressively fast. His heart-rate dropped, his breathing was normal again, and the sweat...well, that was soaked into his clothes so that wouldn't go away so easily.

"Okay," Adam said, having seen enough mess in his life to know when someone really didn't want to talk about something.

"Okay?" Aiden repeated, "you're not even the least bit curious?"

"....am I being tested?" Adam asked, "did Ian put you up to this?"

"No," Aiden said, rolling his eyes, "just forget you saw anything."

"Okay," Adam repeated, stepping outside before immediately stepping back in, "yo doc! My shift ends in half an hour so if there's anything more to do, now's your chance."

Aiden stared at him for a moment.

"Okay seriously, what is wrong with you?" he asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, but you told me to forget," Adam said, tapping his own arm.

Aiden's glare said enough. Adam tried not to look too smug.

"It's only half an hour," Aiden said, getting up and swiping something underneath the shelf with his foot, "just go home early. I'll allow it."

"I would, but I agreed with Cat that she'd pick me up here anyway," Adam said.

"...which cat?"

"Black Cat," Adam said, "she's taking me on patrol— I've only been talking about it all day, dude."

"Right," Aiden slowly said, as if he was only pretending to remember, "just entertain yourself til she gets here or something."

"Alright," Adam said with a shrug, before heading back upstairs.

Sandra was still there, though she had finally shut her computer off and was beginning to put her things in her bag. Adam lingered in the door opening for a bit, almost considering telling her what he saw.

"Oh! You're back!" Sandra said, spotting Adam, "did you find Aiden?"

"Yes," Adam said, "but he didn't have work for me so I guess I'll just wait for Cat to show up?"

"Well you deserve a little break," Sandra said, "you worked hard all day, haven't you?"

Adam just nodded, before waving her off as she headed home, before taking her chair and putting his feet on the desk. He pulled out his phone to update his boyfriend about his day, replied to a text from Ian, and sent one of his friends a kissing emoji just because.

About half an hour later Cat finally showed up, casually stalking into the clinic and giving Adam a small upwards nod in greeting as she spotted him at the reception desk.

"Sup?" she said, "Do you still have to get changed?"

Adam looked down at the black scrubs he borrowed from Ian.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"You don't have a costume for patrolling?" Cat asked, "hoo boy— Okay, no worries. We can improvise for tonight, but after that we're gonna work on a costume for you."

"You didn't strike me as the fashion type," Adam said.

"Buddy you're talking to the girl that designed Silvertongue's costume," Cat said, folding her arms, "the good one, not the silver spandex he wore at his public wedding to Mirage."

"The only good part about the spandex costume is how valuable the trading cards with that costume are," Adam said.

"...you managed to get one yet?" Cat asked.

"No."

"Shame."

"Last one I saw went for about three K on Ebay," Adam said.

"Yeesh," Cat said, "oh well...Is Carter here? Maybe you can borrow something from him."

Adam looked over his shoulder towards the corridor, remembering what happened earlier.

"You guys are friends, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cat said with a shrug, "why? What's up?"

"Well..." Adam started, when he heard the door to the stairwell swing open.

There was only one person who could be coming up now, and the smell of blood was still unmistakable. Cat frowned a bit as Adam didn't seem to intend to finish his sentence, though the frown quickly made way for a smile as Aiden rounded the corner.

"Speak of the devil," she said, "how's it going, three-brain?"

"...it's going," Aiden said.

Adam couldn't help but to notice that Aiden's anxiety suddenly spiked as Cat talked to him. They were friends, right? Was he nervous Adam had told her about him? Or was he scared she would notice something was off regardless?

"Did something happen?" Cat plainly asked, "You're both acting weird."

"What are you talking about?" Aiden asked.

"You tell me," Cat said, looking between the two of them.

"Nothing happened," Aiden said, throwing Adam a look—But Cat noticed.

"Adam," she said, "what happened?"

Adam looked between her grave, piercing look, and Aiden's unnerving glare, and he got the sense that there was something that he didn't know. Something dangerous. He wasn't sure how he could tell, other than a simple gut feeling. And his gut feeling had never been wrong...

"He was cutting himself," he said.

Frankly, if he hadn't had heightened senses he probably would've been unable to follow what happened next. It all happened so fast, after all. Aiden lunged at him, as did Cat, getting to him first and pulling him over the counter of the reception desk, while with her other hand she grabbed and extended her staff, the spring-loaded end smacking against the side of her friend's face.

"It's been a while," Cat said, "you're getting slow, Amon."

Confused, Adam looked back at Aiden, only to see that he wasn't Aiden. Not anymore, at least. He still smelled the same, but his normally-brown hair had darkened to black, his normally-friendly expression made place for a scowl, and his normally-brown eyes seemed to light up with an unnaturally red glow.

It was at that point that Adam remembered the stories of one of the clinic staff being possessed by a demon, which still reared its head on occasion. He also recalled the usual method of quickly subduing it; to have Ian drink his blood until it was so weak it had no choice but to retreat and preserve the vessel it was trapped in.

Ian wasn't around, however. Neither was he the only vampire anymore. Now that he was caught up on the situation, Adam knew what he had to do, sending Cat a discreet nod when she glanced in his direction to check if he was okay.

"Fucking snitch," Amon spat, standing back up straight and turning around.

"Oh please," Cat said, "he didn't need to snitch. You suck at acting."

"Youch," Amon said, "girl, you know I prefer physical pain. Why you gotta go for the feels like that?"

"Suck my dick, Amon."

"Me-ow~"

"Jesus Christ are you two dating?" Adam asked, earning him a glare from both the others.

"She wishes." Amon claimed.

Cat just rolled her eyes.

"Let's just get this over with," she said, "you wanna go and wreak havoc, we kick your ass, and you disappear to let Carter pick up the pieces of the mess you created."

"You make me sound only half as toxic as I aspire to be," Amon said, sounding disappointed, "but you're right. Let's dance~"

Suddenly, he was holding two guns, as if they had materialised out of thin air. Adam and Cat both darted in a different direction to dodge the bullets: Cat towards the waiting room, and Adam into the corridor.

Without hesitation, Adam sprinted towards the door that led back behind the reception desk. Amon had his back turned towards the door, seemingly more interested in pinning Cat in place with some rapid-fire shots. Perfect.

Adam lowered the mask he'd been wearing since his trip downstairs, baring his fangs with a soft hiss, before leaping towards the demon. All he had to do was hold on and drink enough blood to knock him out. Easy enough. Right?

Not.

Mid-leap, Amon suddenly turned around, dropping one of his guns and grabbing a painfully tight hold of Adam's jaw instead. He smacked the boy onto the reception desk, pinning him down without effort, which was quite the shock to Adam. After all, he'd been able to overpower almost everyone ever since his transformation, except maybe for Ian, and anyone stronger than Ian. But that was an amount he could count on one hand.

"Oh right~" he said with an unnerving grin, "Our little runaway science project started reproducing again... You must think you're soooo strong, but you're about a thousand years too young to handle me, baby. Mwah~"

He mockingly kissed him on the cheek while the other gun that he was still holding morphed into a large dagger, which he then mercilessly jabbed down the boy's throat, effectively pinning him to the desk.

Adam gagged, quickly grabbing at the dagger and trying to pull him out. He knew the injury wouldn't kill him, but fuck it hurt. Meanwhile Amon leapt over him and the counter, making a break for the door, but from the sound of it he was stopped by Cat, judging from the clang, and the thud, and the cussing, and the shots fired.

Finally the dagger came loose from the wood and Adam was able to sit up and pull it from his throat, coughing up some black, bloody bile as he turned around to check on Cat.

Okay, so that ambush didn't work out. It seemed he lacked the strength to take his demon on head-on, but that didn't mean he couldn't try using his smarts instead.

While Cat kept Amon distracted, Adam dove towards the phone on Sandra's desk. He didn't remember which speed-dial button he had to use, so he simply pressed all of them...including Aiden's. Which Amon probably had.

Sure enough, Amon felt the sudden buzzing and beeping in one of his pockets, and after throwing Cat against the wall, he searched them and pulled out the pager, which was just blinking 001. He remembered what the pagers were being used for, but he didn't remember which code meant what. He didn't know that 001 simply meant that he was supposed to get to the reception desk ASAP, but he did remember, that Aiden wasn't the only doctor left on the premises.

He glared towards the reception desk, spotting Adam holding the phone and shooting him a smug look.

"You said you like pain, right?" he asked.

"I should've fucking decapitated you," Amon hissed.

The only other doctor on call was Dr Anistasiya Markovitsj (aka Anya), daughter of the famous hero Rasputin, who was known for being incredibly strong, and incredibly indestructible. And Anya took entirely after her father in that regard, having shown to be almost equally strong and almost equally indestructible. Not to mention the fact that she was one of the few people Adam knew to be able to overpower Ian.

She was already in a bad mood after being woken up by her pager, walking towards the reception desk with her usual resting bitch face, which only seemed to harden as she realised something was seriously wrong.

"Blyat..."

Amon tried to turn tail again, darting towards the clinic's entrance, but Adam utilised his vampiric speed to block his path, hissing threateningly. Amon simply grabbed his jaw again, wanting to shove him aside.

"Get out of my way!" he hissed, when the back of his own collar was suddenly grabbed by Anya.

"You're not going anywhere," she said.

Amon's eye twitched. God how much he hated his vessel's short stature, especially next to that beast of a woman. He hated the way she towered over him. The ease with which she reached past him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to let go of Adam, twisting that arm onto his back and forcing him against the ground.

"Fucking bitch!" Amon spat, another gun appearing in his free hand, but Anya simply grabbed that hand too, squeezing until they heard something snap and the gun de-materialised while Amon actually cried out in pain.

Anya didn't let go of his hand after that, though. Instead, she pulled it up painfully far, before turning towards Adam.

"Drink up," she said, "davai."

Adam nodded, kneeling down next to them and sinking his fangs into Amon's arm, before beginning to suck on the wound, drawing out as much blood as he could.

"Anya..." Cat said, sitting up a bit with a pained groan, "hgnn...b-be careful, Ian said he's not ready."

"I'll pull him off if he won't stop." Anya assured her, before looking back down at Amon, "Say good night."

"Get aids!" Amon growled, "Poor Aiden's gonna feel what you did to his hand for the rest of his miserable fucking life. I hope you're proud of yourself, you whore!"

"Just pass out so I can go back to bed," Anya said.

After yelling a whole lot more profanity, Amon finally was forced to retreat when Adam consumed a dangerous amount of blood. Anya did end up having to pry the young vampire off, holding him down next while Cat dragged herself towards Aiden's limp form to check on him.

"He's breathing," she determined, "he looks to be back to normal..."

"We still should restrain him," Anya said, "I'll do that and treat him as soon as this one settles down."

She patted Adam, who just hissed in response and continued to try and chew on her arm, even when he couldn't manage to break her skin.

"I'll call Ian," Cat said, pulling out her phone, "he can help with Adam and Carter."

"Da, good idea."

@ailesswhumptober

Adam (aka Buzzkill) + boyfriend belong to @illustriousshadow

Sandra (aka best mom) belongs to @dr-abitat-blog

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whups this turned out to be long...I first wanted to write this prompt from Aiden's POV but I do that a lot in the main story, so I decided on Adam's POV instead?? I feel like he would know more about Aiden's condition at this point, but the planning around...all of that is still vague and subject to change. Besides, these are non-canon anyway so it could even be considered an AU lol.

[sixhours]

Chapter 19 - The Ghosts of Babylon

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

November 25, 2003 FEDRA QZ, Boston

It’s cold in the dorms, cold like a sterile operating room. You shiver on the FEDRA-issue cot, the sour taste of whiskey still burning your throat.

“Are you sure about this?” Anya is looking at you, frowning as you scoot lower on the cot in your shared room. “I’ve never done this before. I’m…”

She doesn’t say “scared” but you know what she means. You’re scared, too…but the alternative is terrifying. You take a second swig of the amber liquid and it burns slightly less. 

“It’s fine,” you say, all forced confidence. “Dilate, sweep the uterine cavity, flush with saline. With local anesthetic, I’ll barely feel it.”

She makes a low sound in her throat. “And you’re sure about the dates?”

You stare up at the water-stained ceiling tiles, the peeling paint on the trim. “Yeah.”

“Because you know the risks go up for every week of gestation past–”

“12 weeks,” you cut her off. “Let’s do this before the booze wears off, alright?”

You spread your legs, feet on the chairs on each side of the bed, makeshift stirrups. Your lower half is draped in an Army-issue gray sheet.

“You feel this?” Anya’s hands are careful between your thighs, and you nod. “Here?” This time, only a faint pressure as the speculum expands. You relax slightly; maybe you’re right. Maybe this won’t hurt.

The first dilator proves you wrong. You grit your teeth at the new sensation of your cervix being breached. Anya is a registered nurse, but she’s trained in palliative care. Abortions aren’t her specialty–as she’s already told you, many times.

But you can’t do it. You couldn’t imagine raising a child before cordyceps, and now…there’s no question, no choice.

Unfortunately, FEDRA doesn’t agree. This is why you and the only person you can call a friend are holed up in your room with the door locked and a stash of stolen supplies laid on your shared desk, one weak table lamp pointed at your crotch.

“Easy does it,” Anya says, hissing a little as the dilator slides into place. You grunt in response.

“Next one?”

“Yeah, do it.”

She does, and it’s much, much worse. You grip the edge of the bed and muffle a scream, Anya apologizing, wincing, apologizing again. 

“Two more to go,” she says. “Breathe through it for a bit, okay?”

“Need something…to bite on…or someone’s going…to hear,” you pant. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, mingling with tears. Anya offers you the leather strap of her backpack, pressing it to your lips. You take it, letting your teeth sink into the soft, musty fabric. You give Anya a quick nod.

Go on.

There’s a flash of searing pain and your vision goes black.

~*~

You wake to a stabbing sensation deep in your womb and a shrill scream. It takes you several seconds to realize the scream must have come from you. 

Anya is sobbing softly, whispering “shit, shit, shit,” under her breath.

The pain dulls to an angry throb, Anya still working frantically between your legs.

“What–” you begin, trying to sit up. 

“Christ, don’t move,” Anya says, panic in her voice. “Don’t move, I’m almost…there...” You feel her hands shaking against your thighs. Another ripping, tearing sensation, another throbbing ache.

You groan. “Is it...done?”

“It’s out,” she says through gritted teeth, her face shining with tears, “but you were wrong about the fucking dates.”

You swallow hard, mouth dry. There’s an ugly, bloody smell in the air, like seared flesh. 

“You lost your…the curette was too small. It went through…I cauterized…but there’s so much blood… fuck ,” she moans, sitting back. Anya’s cold, clammy fingers are on your throat, feeling for a pulse. “We need to go to medical.”

“No,” you gasp, words slurring. “No…m’fine, just need…rest…”

“You’re going to fucking bleed out!”

“They can’t…know…”

“They’re going to know when you don’t show up to work tomorrow because you’re dead ,” she hisses. “I can’t believe you talked me into this. You knew ,” she accuses. “You knew you were too far along and you let me–”

“Had to,” you whisper. Your eyes won’t stay open. “Rest. Just…need rest.”

You’re unconscious before you can hear Anya’s protests.

~*~

When you wake, the light has been shoved into a corner and covered with a shade, and a pile of bloody rags litters the floor. There’s a thick wad of sheet pressed against your vulva, the worn gray fabric stained a dark red-brown with your blood.

There’s so much blood.

Anya is slumped at your side, fingers clutching your wrist. You attempt to sit up, wincing at the deep, twisting cramp in your abdomen. You swing your feet over the side of the cot and nearly swoon, head settling between your knees in reflex.

You’re weak, but you’re alive. No more pregnancy.

No more pregnancies, a hard little voice in the back of your mind reminds you.

You feel like you’re going to be sick, but every small movement produces a deep, angry tearing sensation in your abdomen. If you vomit, you’ll come apart.

When you can finally raise your head without feeling faint, you open your eyes to the sunset, a ball of wintry red-orange flame sinking into the dead city’s horizon, and you wait with resigned dread for the rest of your life to unfold.

[curlyfriesgalore]

curly can't sing.

as the title says, it's a headcanon i randomly had when playing my mouthwashing sims 4 household (lol), where swansea and curly went karaoke-ing at 'waterside warble' in san myshuno. curly sang horrendously since he just gained the skill. though, it made me think, how funny would it be if curly genuinely couldn't sing for shit?

it's the one thing jimmy has leverage over (he's no better, really), and curly is painfully aware of his tone-deafness, so he never reveals it unless it's for a special occasion... with an extra special someone there to watch him perform (miserably).

that being said, daisuke suggested the crew do something fun to celebrate the completion of their shipment, so why not do some karaoke?

★ a sfw one-shot broken down into bullets with chat-format segments for dialogue. fair warning, there are a few suggestive moments, but the implications aren't overt.

☆ gen tags: set in 2005. gn! reader who is a doctor and a great singer. none of the game's events happen, so they're just a bunch of folks doing regular space deliveries, but jimmy is still an upleasant ass that gets on the reader's nerves. reader and curly are crushing on each other (they're on the brink of knowing it's reciprocal). manfailure curly moment but he's trying his best... whatever that best is (lmfao, accurate to canon 😭). curly -> grant (name switch at some point in the fic). there's one moment where curly and reader share a glass, so just letting you know in case you're not a fan of that :)

[i'm still on break, but i wanted to write something more concise and improvised in under a day! and i won't lie, i find fics including everyone to be so fun to write. i really love testing out my characterizations of the crew and have them interact in relaxed scenarios. ouh i care for them so much, i wish we knew more of the bonds each had with one another 😓. however, i do want to try writing fics that are set in post-crash, but that can wait for now. art by kafukafukadayo on twt. —iris🌠]

while you bask in the dim hues of red lights, the instrumental of an electropop softens into silence as it tandems with your pants. when you peel your eyes open, everyone's gaping their mouths and raising their brows—even jimmy, ever the unimpressed, is surprisingly taken aback, and you're taken aback by that alone.

daisuke springs from the leather sofa. he bounds towards you, grips both your shoulders, and shakes you senselessly, his hand still somehow gripping his open flip phone.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

"doc, that... was... INSANE!" he jostles your body back and forth between his pauses, swaying you with all his might as he nearly forces the microphone to drop out your hand. daisuke swishes his head, finally letting you go, "wh—buh?! how do you—are you imogen heap reincarnated?!"

anya snorts, sounding like a stuffed trumpet. "dai, imogen's alive! she's only 27." swansea follows suit, his deep chuckle rumbling through his belly, crossed arms resting atop. "pfft, that's far from dead."

daisuke rolls his eyes away from the two, "tch, you get what i mean! like, look—!" he speedily dials the buttons on his phone, opening his gallery and brandishing a pixelated clip of you singing along to the mbira melody and string bass beats, the crunchy electronic syncs with your ethereal mezzo-soprano. daisuke snaps the phone shut with his palm, raising his free hand in surrender. "if that's not the lead singer of frou frou, then i don't know who is." he takes the remote, looking through what next to sing.

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amid the nurse, mechanic, and intern belting their lungs out to "hey ya!" curly sits, and you stand before him. his ocean eyes swim in awe as he cranes his neck to face you. you're glowing. your head perfectly aligns right in front of the carmine light; its luminescence filters around your shadowed outline, like you were some angel graced from above with an even more angelic voice to come with. it was sort of comical how the largest man in the room felt so small beneath your presence.

there's a dew of sweat hanging below your bottom lip, and curly can't help but bite his. that is until he slips his teeth back in when you cushion yourself onto the couch, spreading your legs wide with an arm lounging on the headrest behind him. curly huffed a laugh and leaned into the shiny sofa, letting his scalp fall onto your forearm.

even with your tongue tucked inside your parted lips, curly could practically see your papillae beg for freshness. he smiles, momentarily stretching his back away from the couch to grab your drink and hands it to you. a raspy thanks escape your parched throat.

your neck bobs with every gulp, drinking like it's the last you'll ever taste water. curly tries his hardest not to let his gaze linger longer than it should, but the way your head tilts back and your hand grips the glass, he can't help but swallow some of that imaginary water himself.

a contented sigh leaves you. you flick your eyes to him and just about see the last of his adam's apple slurp up nothing. you gesture the drink, asking if he wants it. curly is briefly hesitant until he turns to see his empty cup and shrugs, "sure, why not?"

as curly takes his sip, he notices the beaded sweat shining on your lip more notably than before. his brows raise ever so subtly, ruminating his next moves. when you still fail to realize the wetness glistening at your mouth's rim, he pulls the drink away from himself.

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"hey, can i...?"

your eyes widen softly as you watch his thumb inch toward your jaw. you flick your view down, puffing out your lower lip to see a dab of sweat cling onto you for dear life. you look back at him and nod. curly gently takes a hold of your chin, thumbing the sudor away while his remaining fingers brush against your neck. you take in the moment, eyes half-lidded and lips ever so parted. he wasn't glancing at you, but you could tell he wanted to, for his warm breath quiets the longer you study him—noticing the way his tongue peeks out his mouth or how his golden greying hair falls over the wrinkles etched into his temple. "you know," moments before he drops his hand, he finally manages to look you in the eye, your faces merely inches apart. "your performance really gave me chills." you smirked, "is that why you didn't speak up?" your tease brought curly to a laugh, the bass in his voice strong. "i can't help but be mesmerized when that's how you sing, doc."

you hummed a titter, nodding to yourself as you thanked him with a delicate smile. "you can drop the formalities, grant. we're at a karaoke bar, not the tulpar."

whether or not you noticed the hitch in his breath, grant softened upon hearing his first name, oftentimes forgetting that's who he actually is. his head tilts down, blithely sighing before picking himself up to show you his grin, "okay, okay..." he momentarily chuckles, now resting his elbow on the headrest, propping it up, and leaning onto his knuckles next to your arm still lying there. "well, my point still stands. you have an incredibly captivating voice, y/n." "oh, stop it...!" you both become a blushing, giggling mess. your other hand finds its way to rest on your knee, which sits right against grant's. as you speak about your singing history, grant brings his free palm to his thigh, pretending to unintentionally graze his calloused fingers against your nails. he listens intently to how you'd belt out your favorite songs on repeat, albeit the sound of daisuke and anya screaming, "HEEEY YAAA!" and the tidbits of exhaustion lingering in his mind make your words muffle into incoherent jargon.

"but enough about me, i wanna hear you." you catch his eyes snapping away from both his and your legs smushing together, hoping you don't notice the blankness in his brain. "or are you just charming me to stall your big reveal, hm?"

grant's jaw falls, and utterances of filler words filter out his mouth, but before he can respond, daisuke catches wind of their conversation as outkast's song dies down in the background.

"oh, yeah!" daisuke takes a swig of his soda. after a sigh of satisfaction and couple of lip smacks, daisuke leaps from his end of the couch and motions to the two, microphone in hand. "it's your turn to solo, captain!"

"uhh, i don't know if i should..." grant sheepishly waves the mic away, his eyes shifting between everyone's expressions. daisuke is pouting and pleading with puppy eyes. anya just gives him a thumbs-up and a classic comforting smile. swansea is indifferent. jimmy, who's been leaning against the palm tree printed wall for the past four songs, beer in hand, grows an all-too-familiar smirk. then there's you, expectantly looking at him with overlaid eyes he wishes to see in a different setting... that of his bedroom—

"aww, why not, curl? we've done our parts. 's only fair you do yours, too." jimmy's tone was far from welcoming, sounding more like a jab than anything. you narrowed your sights at him, "didn't you only sing in the group ones?" jimmy shrugs. "look," after taking another chug of his can, raising his hands in defeat. "my karaoke quota's been filled. sorry." you simply roll your eyes. before the tension thickens, daisuke interjects, "ah, don't worry, cap. i bet your voice sounds super cool, like superhero cool! you've got that gruffness that swan's got... but y'know... less croaky n' stuff!" "'scuze me?" swansea lifts a single brow, anya stifles a laugh, and daisuke flails his hands in defense, "eh- i mean it as a compliment! you've got a sick voice, swansea." "emphasis on sick..." anya cheekily comments under her breath, and for the first time in forever, swansea's jaw drops. he coughs out a laugh that's been lodged in his throat for god knows how long and shakes his head, pointing his thumb at the giggling woman. "wowww, aren't you, the nurse, supposed to be fixing that?" anya nods to you, "only under doctor's orders." the two have a back and forth, but daisuke still stands in front of grant, intent on lending the mic to the man.

"i—okay..." grant crumbles under the pressure, caving in when you whisper a couple of encouragements. daisuke cheers, anya claps, swansea bobs his head in support, jimmy fakes a whoop, and you—genuinely—hype him up with a holler.

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grant purses his lip as he presses the buttons on the remote while daisuke guides him through the songs on the screen.

jimmy leaves his spot, his boot denting a scuff mark on the wallpaper. your nose flares, watching him carelessly toss the can into the bin as he makes his way to sandwich you between him and swansea, purposefully maximizing the width of how far he can stretch his legs.

you ignore him, opting to watch someone much cuter. grant turns to you, awkwardly smiling as you return a thumbs-up. he focuses back on daisuke, who's now raving over a song he definitely thinks grant should sing.

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"you know he's shit, right?" your brows contort into a furrow, still not looking at the man. "the fuck you mean?" you never had much patience for jimmy, of all people, so your courtesies never fail to fall short with him. "you know who i mean—him." jimmy gestures to grant, pointer finger flicking at the blond. "no shit, sherlock. i'm saying, what are you specifically referring to?" "obviously, his voice, sherlock." he drawls the two syllables, the stench of yeast and malt oozing out of his mouth and into your unfortunate nose. "he'll make your ears bleed, trust me." finally, you face him and stare at jimmy's smugness with an incredulous squint. seriously, how the fuck does grant put up with him? you couldn't even stand the guy's presence, let alone his incessant insults on grant himself. "do you do anything but complain?" you sneer. "nope." jimmy curtly replies, mouthing a pop after the 'p' as he claws a hand over the chips bowl, stuffing his face with grease. at this point, you weren't sure if you should stay annoyed or be slightly impressed with his sheer ability to find the worst in everything. "some fucking friend..." you say to yourself, already past the point of defeat. with his mouth still full of food, jimmy responds, "hey, as his friend, i'm actively warning you. i've known this guy long enough to be there for his first choir class." "whatever, we'll see." you huffed, relaxing on the couch, sitting much closer to swansea than the other. "it's not like you've got much credibility, anyway." you think back to moments ago, whenever it was jimmy's turn to sing his parts, his half-assed attempts barely constitutes as a grumble. jimmy snickers, "who says i'm denying that? just 'cause i don't care doesn't mean i'm not wrong."

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you have never been more relieved to hear a soft pop interlude, forcing the conversation to a close.

daisuke flops onto the sofa next to anya and flips open his phone, pressing record as the tv flashes the music video to "shape of my heart." you lean behind swansea and lock eyes with daisuke, who abashedly giggles when you mouth, 'you chose this, didn't you?' to which he nods excitedly.

ah, daisuke, ever the avid backstreet boys fanatic.

your eyes fall back to grant. the man fidgets with his microphone, and his shoe frantically taps to the beat, pursing his lips into a tight smile in hopes it will clench down the shivers rising with the guitar strums. you silently cheer him on when he starts humming, following the yellow highlight filling up the white text reading ♪ yeah, yeah ♪, and—

oh!

...oh

oh, god.

jimmy... wasn't wrong... far from it, actually—as much as it pains you to admit.

the very moment grant hits that ♪ baby ♪, it's all downhill from here. it's as if his pitch took a trip to six flags. his questionably paced breaths mimic a ride with an unnecessary amount of loop-the-loops, and his tone flip-flops between a coarse rasp and an oddly airy twang, like a reverse bungee slingshotting into the air.

grant's eyes squeeze shut, facing away from the crew. either he was incredibly invested or excruciatingly embarrassed, and with how he was really getting into that chorus, nobody could tell. he only ever peeks to look at you, though, clearly awaiting your approval, to whom you always beam, your face mixed in pity and affection.

as much as he sounded like a crow was clawing its way out of his esophagus, you couldn't help but find his attempts to be really wholesome. maybe it's your pre-existing bias, and maybe it's because this feels like he's serenading every line at you, but it's hard not to fall for this vocal failure of a man—even though everyone else's expressions say otherwise.

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"told you so," jimmy taunts in your ear, sickeningly chuckling at grant without hesitation. "woo! curly, you go, dude!" he cheers, voice dipped in mockery. all you do is click your tongue and face the others, choosing to listen in on anya and swansea. "you sure i'm the one that's 'sick'?" swansea jokes, albeit laced with genuine disgust. he leans to you, whispering the same revulsion, "you both need to rethink your careers."

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anya simply grimaces, trying her hardest to make it look like a grin, but her knit brows and frown give way.

daisuke's eyes say everything. they're wide, and his pupils constrict like he's a cartoon. his hand hesitantly grips onto his flip phone, unsure if he should keep the camera going. as his leg rapidly bounces and his teeth bite down on his paint-chipped nails, his gaze slowly turns away from grant's caterwauling and towards the rest of the crew.

moreover, you're just as guilty. although you're not irked by this newfound fact, a wince washes over you the moment you are out of grant's sights.

suddenly, after the first chorus, the song reveals a blue highlight painting the white text. grant falters, his voice shrinking when he sees the two primary colors play different lyrics simultaneously. everyone takes notice, their faces easing from cringe to confusion. then it clicks.

this was a duet.

daisuke palms his face with a slap—that's his bad. you skim the room, and everyone's exchanging glances, implicitly questioning who'll aid their poor captain.

without hesitation, you jump to the rescue. snatching a mic from the coffee table and quickly singing your parts, striding your way towards grant, who immediately picks up where he's left off, still shrill as ever.

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♪ i'M hEre WIDTH myYy...! confEh shion ♪, in a sheer attempt at confidence, grant belts his lyrics. his dimples dig into his smile, sending you the much-needed energy to sing your lines.♪ got nothing to hide no more ♪. you sway your head in accordance with the melody, ball up your fist, and let your fingers spread far and wide, wiping the air as you and grant's steps magnetize toward each other. ♪ i don't kNOw whe...rE to st-art ♪; warbling his words, grant's gaze softens when you're within arms reach. he lowers his neck, brings the mic close to his lips, and grazes your forearm, wishing he could feel the flush skin of your waist and reel you in. ♪ but to show you... ♪, as both lyrics meld into one, you take his hand into yours. ♪...the shA-pe of mY hEart ♪

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daisuke bursts into song, singing the first line of the last verse, startling everyone in the process. anya joins in, now standing with daisuke as both pull swansea to his feet. the mechanic begrudgingly croons along to his intern's baritone and his nurse's soprano.

daisuke beckons for jimmy to come with him, but in classic jimmy zare fashion, he remains stagnant. the younger man frowns. though, he quickly reminds himself that there are only five members in BSB, anyway. so daisuke hands jimmy his phone instead, telling the co-pilot to make sure that everyone's in frame.

they've turned this into a concert for a one-man audience, who's hating every second of it.

save for jimmy, currently grousing under his breath, the crew wraps their arms around each other's shoulders and chants their hearts out to the R&B melody.

as the track nears its final moments, you and grant rest your hands on each other's waists, pulling your bodies close as your head leans on his pec. neither of you realizes that you've left the other three, who are all too busy rocking side to side to notice the two of you in a side embrace, minds too carried away to feel jimmy's prickly leer.

[oh my god, i genuinely didn't even intend for this ending, but here we are 🥹! i hope you guys liked this, and if anyone has comments on how i wrote everyone's dialogue and mannerisms, like what worked, or if you have suggestions for any additions, please let me know! i still need to learn more about writing anya, since in canon, it's hard to get a read of her real personality through jimmy's lens. still, so far, i like to think she enjoys teasing people she's comfortable with. as for swansea, i'm trying to lean into his meanness more, but i'm saving most of that for a daisuke fic centered on swansea's pov, so we'll see what i do when i get there! —iris🌠]

[neoninspace]

What's your favorite thing about everyone?

"Jimmy fights back, I like that. He's an asshole but takes one to know one. I only have to worry about him snitching to Curly. Otherwise, he doesn't give a damn about me or what I do.

Mousey and I are close, they're always willing to partake in my brand of chaos. So is Daph. It's nice having friends who banter, who show me their teeth and snark back.

Daisuke and Curly are goofballs in different ways. One is like a younger cousin, the other is like a younger brother. Reminds me of growing up, and they remind me why my messenger bag in middle school was kitted out with first aid supplies.

I like Anya. She's patient with me when I'm in enough pain that I'm out of it. Mav likes her too because of it. And she's studying best she can to get into med school, that's admirable. She hasn't given up trying to get in yet.

Warin is fun to lightly mess with. He's a fucking moron at times, I don't know why he thought battery acid spaghetti was a good idea, but he doesn't mean any harm.

Swansea is okay. I think he dies inside a little bit more every time I demonstrate my ingenuity though. I'm waiting for the day he learns Mav stole cat converters as a teenager, I wanna see the despair in his eyes.

I don't know Elias well enough. He never comes into the kitchen, just watches me from the break room. I'm not convinced he isn't secretly a gecko or one of those lizards that licks their eyeballs instead of blinking. It's kinda funny."

(OOC: tags under cut)

@the-true-tulpar-captain @curly-capt @tulparsnavigatordaph @warin-iz-dead @spaceorganizermouse @tulpars-nurse-anya @mister-daisuke-dude @piloting-an-intern

[noperopesaredope]

#also like it would be horrifying post crash cause like the implications and themes in the game I won’t get into rn #but this was inspired but a cute ish fic where Anya gave Curly his T shot cause like that’s just cute #and then it’s sad cause maybe I’m thinking Curly didn’t want to think or accept Jimmy would do such a thing because it means he could’ve #done something like that to him and the underlying fears that trans men and masc can have in male spaces of being found out and punished for #it and it’s an interesting thing to think about if it were canon or not cause like what if yknow? like trusting someone with a fact like #that about yourself only to see them torment and dehumanize someone in a way you easily could’ve been and still could be but this ain’t bout #that like Jimmy would have envy and resentment about Curly no matter if Curly was or wasn’t trans or if he disabled before the crash or #whatever cause he just resented Curly for being what he couldn’t be genuinely #mouthwashing #but back to Anya doing his T shot it’s like sad and cute cause it’s like useless now but it’s also so important to him and she’s such a good #friend and nurse to still do it and he has to think about despite all he didn’t do for her she still is doing this little thing for him and #I’ll see myself out on my sadness

Hey OP why did you put me through an amazing thematic roller coaster in the tags that made me obsessed with this AU potential?

Trans Curly headcanons are fascinating to me cause like… Jimmy would resent him more for it.

Masculinity is a weird underlying thing in their dynamic where Jimmy feels inferior to Curly about not only their job positions but roles in life. The idea that Curly is the better man who also made himself such would be such a blow to Jimmy’s already fragile and unstable ego. Like it’s not just that he’s just transphobic, he hates Curly’s ability to craft himself into what he wants to be successfully, it not about Curly being afab but Curly still being the better man.

But then he wouldn’t get the self image issues one can face, feeling like an imposter in a space you wanted to be in or even scared to be there. He’d just think Curly always gets what he desires and thinks nothing of it like he always has.