#abnomalie

[aquillis-main]

One of the major things that I don't understand about Sonic Prime is the major Shattering event that caused every character, both within and out of the vincinity, to split apart... except Sonic and Shadow.

I don't get why Sonic 'hitting' the Paradox Prism (I refuse to believe that Sonic actually hit the Paradox Prism, since the show cuts away from the moment of Shattering, thus it can be interpreted that Eggman broke it before Sonic reached it) means he doesn't have alternate universe selves. Big gets alternate universe selves - even though he wasn't even close to the moment of the Shattering - yet Sonic and Shadow don't. Both Sonic and Shadow were at the epicentre of the Shattering - like Tails, Knuckles, Rouge, and Amy - yet they're both abnomalies within the Prismverse (I refuse to call it Shatterverse. It is made by the Prism, ergo it is the Prismverse). Like I said before - Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Rouge get alternate selves, and were at the epicentre of the Shattering. Yet Sonic and Shadow don't because????

The show went away with revmoving every character that isn't 'hatesink' Shadow and 'Too Dumb to even think' Sonic, yet I feel they should have made alternate universe Sonics and Shadows to really make it feel like they are alternate universes - because otherwise it raises too many questions.

[justcallmealt]

Alright, new fic , positive emotions ahead

Warnings: cannibalism, bit of selfcest, mentions of gore

Also. Fau: my main character, got freed w his team after a bad LoR ending (Roland one). Have an E.G.O. and more traumatized

Fausto: version of Fau, who prefers his full name, works in Lobcorp, have MoSB armor and weapon. Additionally have some cannibalistic urges and like to give nightmares to most agents who are much older than he is. Having a bad coping mechanism and slowly going insane bc of, well, work in Lobcorp and constant deaths.

Now, the fic

Fausto looked around. It was unlike any floor of the Lobotomy Corporation's main facility. Abnomaly? He closed his eye and shook his head. His senses could not deceive him about Abno's attack; he had been attacked too often and with different methods before. And he would most likely be dead if this was an abnormality's ability. Hmm, what an interesting situation has arisen. He hoped that at least he wouldn't be late for work. If this unimaginable thing happens, then the rest of his team will assure that he was finally eaten or killed by anomalies and will completely relax, but he could not allow this. Nope, not at all, he will continue to nightmare all these newcomers every extra day with his behavior and existence in general, until he finally dies from an abnormality or an execution bullet from the Manager. Or, in the least likely situation, he would serve his 50 days without life-threatening injuries or sudden death and receive a generous salary... Not that he believed it. But there's no harm in dreaming, is there? He needed to distract himself from the crap that is gradually slipping into darkness from the constant stress. And his inner cuckoo bird needed some rest too.

The space around was reminiscent of an office, and quite comfortable. No blue color or water motif, which was already pleasant for his tired soul. The light green, almost pastel color calmed the nerves, and plants, furniture and minor accessories perfectly brightened the atmosphere. He wondered whose it was? Not that he was a professional in the atmosphere, but he would like to ask for some advice. And, perhaps, find out about a way out or try a new unforgettable taste if his charisma fails. It will be such a pity if he never learns how to create such a comfortable environment. If in the end he ends up in a mental hospital, then he should learn how to maintain such a good atmosphere that does not put pressure on the brain.

The pleasant silence was interrupted by a sudden noise. Fausto instantly turned towards the noise, eagerly clutching the hammer in both hands. But as soon as he turned around, he saw... Himself?

Yes, this long blond hair and low hanging ponytail, the hair covering one eye, the skin color and unique scars could not be confused with anything. After all, he looked in the mirror every morning and learned his appearance, even if he didn't like the idea of looking at his scars every morning. But was it him?

Fausto? False Fausto? No matter, he also had a quick reaction and pulled out his weapon. Guan dao, huh? It was similar to the weapon he used before he received the rank of captain and all the responsibilities that came with it. How interesting... If it was him, what would he taste like? Was his blood and flesh as sweet and tender as those he tasted before? Or did the bitterness of the disintegration of personality and morality, constant sadness and pain make him unbearable and no different from armor made of decaying flesh? This remains to be seen.

Fausto watched the mirror version of himself carefully, ready to strike at any moment of possible weakness. This mirrored one also looked at him, clearly wanting to also strongly reach for the glasses on his head in order to obtain additional information. Oh, such attention to detail, so charming, he was flattered to the point of a pleasant thrill in his guts, as if someone was close to rearranging them with an unprofessional hand right in his living and breathing body... It would be a shame if this Fausto was a fake. In some cases, the taste of flesh melting in the mouth and on the armor will not repay the disappointment and the blood will become unpleasant and congealed, like that of a corpse that has been lying in the heat for some time... Or bloated from excess water. Not that gentle taste of those who died from pierced organs and fluids and blood loss, not that sharp taste of fear in the veins of newcomers when he tasted blood and their wounds for the first time and they saw his human ones, but still such sharp teeth, not the taste of organs flying into pieces, but still melting in his mouth after he managed to pick them up and clean them... Ah, these thoughts made his mouth fill with saliva ahead of time.

That Fausto continued to look at him, assessing every action. How interesting. Oh, how he wanted to pounce first, to make a test bite with the mouth on the hammer before he himself could feel this melting sensation on his tongue, this taste of metal and film on the muscles that are so dear to people... The crunch of bones under his weapon and the screams from the melting from the acid and corpse poison of the flesh, to see these tender eyes that are so easy to squeeze out with a professional movement in order to leave as little damage as possible to the dessert in the form of a brain...

The waiting dragged on, and so did the silence. In this case, he may break it first. He was stronger than he looked. After all, having Aleph level armor and being a captain had its advantages.

"May I know where I am? This place looks great decor-wise, but I still have work to do and places I need to be, preferably within minutes of my shift starting.~"

The other Fausto looked nervous, tense like a string or a tense tendon, but definitely still alert. Oh, what a charm, so reminiscent of himself before he finally abandoned most of his morals. It was so long ago...

That Fausto responded in a dry, harsh tone, matching his scarred and serious appearance. His voice had none of the warmth or madness that Fausto knew so well. Only dryness and lack of tact, along with hidden tension, irritation and readiness to attack at any moment. Doesn't even hide his intentions? Was this false Fausto inexperienced or did the attempt to copy him fail? Hmm, at best he'll have time to get this little snack and find out the truth before heading back to the facility. He could almost feel the sensation of the thin layer of fat separating from the membrane and the meat, that delicate scent that tickled his nostrils. Such a deceptive smell that one cannot stay in for too long, or the deception of decomposition will distort all senses and cause the passage of time to be lost. So fatty, soft, but at the same time stubborn, sliding on his fingers. Oh, that subtle pressure on his skin, he wouldn't trade much for that feeling.

"This is my office. Explain who you are and what you're doing here or face the consequences."

Oh, that tone. It is reminiscent of the growling and showing of fangs of a cornered animal. A dangerous animal that protects something valuable, but in a human, more equivalent, thing. But this was such an ignorant, even rude answer. Well, it's time for his charisma to shine brighter than the despair and flames of death in the Lobotomy Corporation.~

"Treat a guest so rudely? May I know who taught you manners? Your mother? She would be incredibly disappointed in you, sir~"

The other Fausto froze. From the obvious constriction of the pupils and the clenching of his hands into fists, it became clear that he had hit the sore spot, which was already quite pleasant. The chances of imitation fell. He was able to throw away these blue memories of this meaningless woman, all the pain that she caused him could not be compared with an ordinary day at his work, even with minimal personnel losses. But, he must continue.

"Why don't we talk like reasonable people, without all these hidden threats and readiness to fight? We are not mindless animals that devastate cities and deprive people of shelter for no apparent reason. After all, civilized people should not contribute to massacres and escalation of conflict."

The other Fausto was close to attacking, but did not do so. Did this mean that his favorite tactics didn't work on himself or this version? Oh, what a pity...

"Then may I ask why **you** keep your weapon ready in a place that is intended for negotiations and business matters? Are you really going back on your word and not representing the ideal of a civilized person? How can I know that you are not a member of the Shi Association? And how did you randomly get into my Office in the first place?"

Oh, it was looking more and more like he was talking to a version of himself rather than a semblance. He also had a sharp tongue and tried to touch sensitive points. Unfortunately, until he ends his contact with Wing, he can act at his own discretion in his team, at least. But was it an exception here? Well, hopefully not.

He wondered if this tongue will be as sharp in the heat of battle? Will that tongue be gentle on his lips and in his mouth? Will the taste of himself be pleasant and unique? He wanted so badly to lick his dry lips, but he didn’t want to scare this version of himself ahead of time.

"I can assure you, as of this morning, I had no intention of being in an unknown place instead of dutifully fulfilling my duty as a Wing employee.~"

That version of himself narrowed his visible eye. How charming, the anger and disbelief. What it usually works with, mmm. Almost like an everyday and boring dish consisting of only salt and pepper on a plate.

He took a step closer to the other version of himself before swinging and slamming the hammer into... Ah, dodged. He just punched through the wall, not that beautiful head. At least this version of him did not disappoint from the first steps.~

The other Fausto hissed as he launched a counterattack. The blade of his weapon seemed so thin, but no less deadly. Fortunately, his armor could protect him from such damage by building up a flesh shield at the expense of corpses. But when this layer is depleted, everything will depend only on his ability to fight. He dodged, hiding behind the interior and making the battle for the other one more difficult. The other one was in no hurry to attack again, prudently. But such charming pre-meal silence could not last long. He attacked again, feinting the other Fausto's left side.

"You b-!"

The other was not happy with the attack on the weak area, but did not fall into the trap, despite his attempts.

This other Fausto's attacks were not strong, but they were fast and accurate. And he felt it himself when a cuts appeared on HIS left side right above his eyebrow, cutting off several hairs. Oh, but he could not forgive such an attack on the sacred for hotgers beautiful face and magnificent hair. He launched a counterattack, almost hitting the blade, but knocking off only the tip with the teeth of the weapon and knocking down several documents. Surprisingly, this Fausto did not talk that much in battle, but he was in no hurry to put on his glasses. The tip of the weapon flew out the door and remained stuck there, creating a difficult situation for the other one. Fausto took advantage of this opportunity before the other one could get away, knocking the weapon the other way and pinning the other Fausto against the wall with the long shaft of the hammer. Ah, this worry in the visible eye, it was so exciting.~

"Look here, darling~"

He caught the other's gaze and attention, lifting his hair over his left eye, letting the power of the unique e.g.o. gift from Big Bird to do his job. Oh, seeing the golden reflections in the other one's eye was amazing, especially when this Fausto involuntarily relaxed. A moment, but it’s enough to make it in time.

He quickly leaned down and kissed this Fausto's lips, running his tongue over his teeth and tongue before leaving a big scratch with his own teeth on the other's lips. This taste... It was amazing! The bitterness of the sea salt baked into the body went perfectly with the taste of the meat, and echoes of something reminiscent of glass shavings with soot and blood. Such sweet blood... Such a unique taste...

The other Fausto hissed, throwing him into the opposite wall with unexpected force, momentarily knocking the air out of his lungs. But his weapon was still there, what serious harm could he do?

The other one still had those hairs standing on end and a confused, but so belligerent look that said without words, “What’s going on with this guy?! He’s crazy!” Charming, and so tender, vulnerable. His hair should be as soft and silky as his, right? They were both the same person, weren't they? The taste of his still beating heart must be delicious on his lips, and if he can make this other Fausto feel this unique, delicious taste, but from his side, and of course, not as radical as his spoiled heart... Ah, thoughts, thoughts.

But to his surprise, something else happened. A barely perceptible moment, and he stood in front of him, but in strange attire, looking like an angel or smaller god. He was wearing a cloak that seemed to be made of multi-colored glass, sparkling in the light and creating a unique stained glass window from the play of light, and the sleeves did not provide an opportunity to attack these joints. On the head of the other Fausto, covering both eyes, there was a visor, also made of glass, fragments of a wide variety of colors. Hmm, this was an unknown factor and providing information to the opponent. Most likely, he also had the power to see connections through the colored glass, which could already be problematic. Landing an attack on this beautiful vestment before breaking ribs would be difficult. Under these clothes he noticed the collar of a shirt. Oh, this vestment looked like an e.g.o., but how? How it works?

Five crystals floated above the other Fausto's head. And if this was not an exciting factor, then something else was. In the other Fausto's hand was a weapon, a black simple sword made from this black glass that resembled a triangular crystal. Oh, so that's how it is. What a pleasant surprise.~

He rushed forward, making a tentative attack, but the draw showed that neither could deal enough damage to force the other to go on the defensive. It seems that the other Fausto knew the approximate way to fight his e.g.o. weapon. Well, he'll have to use a special trick that he created himself.

He raised the hammer upward, channeling all his senses inwards and causing the weapon to scream. A scream so similar to the attacks of the anomaly itself. A scream that pierced body and soul, a scream that contained the acid and pain of dead bodies left to rot for a long time before the collective anger caused them to merge and rise as a new anomaly.

As expected, the other Fausto tried to avoid the sound, cover his ears, get out of the place, but he was already ready to attack. He slid forward without wasting time, but instead of armor or a fragile body, he was met by a shield created from fragments, surprisingly stronger than glass. Other one smirked before... Pull? Wha-?

!

He felt pressure before he was too close to the window, almost falling out. What? But how? He only had the ability to see, and not to intera...

At his throat was a blade, a dark blue glassy Guan Dao to be precise, and his weapon was held tightly under the boot of his other. That Fausto's white gloves were partially stained red, as if he had pulled something sharp and cut himself. Such a delicious smell, but such a situation... He didn't regret it one bit. On the contrary, he was proud. Death from such a worthy opponent, himrself! Few could dream of something like this.

He smiled, looking into the other's eye, expecting death. He wasn't going to close his eyes. This pain will be nothing compared to the moment of defeat, this KNOWING that he is known, that he is REMEMBERED! What is it that he remembered all these newcomers who died so stupidly and unfairly NOT in vain! Nothing of his memory will be wasted! He laughed, preparing to die. But there was no pain. The other Fausto looked at him, not allowing him to move, but not going to end his life also.

"Explain yourself. Now. And no movement. Who are you and how did you get into my Office?"

Dry and emotionless words hit his emotions unpleasantly. How could an opponent so pleasant in battle and unpredictable, with an ace up his sleeve, be so soulless to the version of himself? He laughed again before speaking, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Fausto. If you haven't already guessed, my dear myself."

The blade pressed unpleasantly on his neck. But it wasn't scary.

"I don’t know how I ended up here and what kind of anomaly could have transported me to... “your” Office, but my previous words are true. It doesn't look like the L Corp building."

But before he could continue, there was a knock on the door before anyone could enter. This...? He knew this guy. He died a few days ago, so stupid and unprepared, the one he made vomit and cry with a detailed description of what would happen to the employee who was stupid enough to try to have sex with CENSORED, including what would happen to the body after death after he tried to act romantically around abnos. Oh?

"Boss? What happe-? WHO IS THIS?!"

He grinned, preparing to introduce himself, but... Why did everything suddenly become blurry? NO, HE HAS NOT MADE IT YET, NO!

He opened his eyes in a familiar room, an hour before his shift started. Ah, what a disappointment... But this taste, these lips and muscles... He is unlikely to forget this feeling. The wounds on his eyebrow and face, his neck, they still hurts. His weapon was nearby, luckily. The day was just about to begin. Well, these white ordeals were problematic enough, but nothing he couldn't suppress with other agents. One more day of the life...

[webdust]

Please let me die

The urge to stab is strong

get send to an asylum, would I?

I'm an abnomaly

I shall embrace it

Drowing in ecstasy

Who need therapists?

Might be going insane don't mind me :]

[deadpanwalking]

🌻

I'm back to cleaning out my old notes and I was truly on some next level shit on February 26th, 2014 5:26:36 PM.

[jawbonejoe]

abnomalie replied to your post “What’s the weirdest nickname you have for your pets? I’ll start, out...”

my old roommate had a chihuahua named Lentil and I called her anything from "Lint Roll" to "Lean-to" to "Short Ass." "Bean" was also common.

I call Hurri everything from ‘Hurri Burri Bisqueis’ to ‘Bingus Cat Mingus’ to ‘Blobbis’ to ‘Whambis Pambis’ and I can’t tell you why all of them feel right but they’re all her for sure 

[eyeballjazz]

abnomalie replied to your post “Aah that update was so cute and worth the wait (as per usual) I love...”

as a native Texan, I feel compelled to draw your HB in full-on cowboy regalia, but my art skills sadly aren’t up to snuff (I might still try lol)

I think you might enjoy a glance at my ‘to-draw’ list, buddy.

[blorbosexterminator]

If season 5 doesn't have Martín insanely laughing at the most inappropriate times then I don't want it

[bulletgirl]

why are we even trying to make our wips accurate, is there not more magic when something isnt accurate

[barnowl]

looked at the wall where we measured how much i grew and i stopped growing at 14 this is so fucking sick and twisted...god said PAUSE 🗣🗣🗣

[carmnyc]

HOW MUCH DO YOU MISS GOING INTO A DECIEM STORE AND HANGING OUT FOR AN HOUR? _______________________________________________ Randomly dropping in on a Deciem store is one of the things I miss most during the slo-mo sludge over the past year. I would literally hang out in there for more than an hour, touching every product, reading every carton. How often did I meet friends there before heading to lunch or dinner? It was a cherished ritual! Even though I haven’t forgotten the innovation Deciem brings to everything they make, I had no idea what to expect from the new Abnomaly Shop room fragrance. The only other Abnomaly product I know of is the oddly unctuous Petrowhat? lip balm. (Oh I love that stuff!) I certainly didn’t expect to get all choked up over Shop. But I did! It smells exactly like the inside of those Deciem stores we all miss so much. According to Deciem: “Originally created five years ago, SHOP is a well-loved room fragrance previously formulated to bring a sense of familiarity to DECIEM stores around the world. Following requests from our loving audience, the scent has now been bottled and made available for the home. SHOP encapsulates DECIEM’s playful nature, elevating any space through a collection of cozy fragrance notes.” The Abnomaly Shop captures the essence of DECIEM's abnormal yet welcoming space through the construction of notes and accords that blend together as a unique DNA print." Read more about the Abnomaly Shop room fragrance on the Skincarma Blog at skincarma.com! LINK IN BIO… _______________________________________________ SHOP THE BLOG: Explore and purchase all my favorite skincare on the Skincarma Blog at skincarma.com! _______________________________________________ 💟@deciem | Abnomaly Shop . . . . . . . . . . #skincarma #maleblogger #skinfluencer #cleanbeauty #fragrance #abnomaly #abnomalyshop #deciem #deciemchatroom #theordinary #theordinaryskincare @skincarmanyc @deciemchatroom (at Downtown Brooklyn) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMjqDepnyks/?igshid=986pzxp0pkvi

[alkhale]

ALK !!! KAPFM CHP 9 BLEW MY MIND. SHSHSHSHHS SORRY THIS WILL BE LONG BC !!! UUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!

When okkotsu said “Even if you cannot be separate, you have to imagine it so.” , “In this manner, you can easily remember…That you are still two.”

I felt like that sentence felt familiar before i realized that you titled chp 4 by “i want my life in two” AND somehow the cycle of that two different lives are oddly similar ?? Like how mirai found someone that she likes (chi & okkotsu) ; that someone was taken away (the kamo clan & the villagers) ; she went on a rampage (trashing around the small shed & the village massacre)

chp 4 ends with = (A finger stuck itself into the series of tapes, starting to wind it back.) and as the summary for chp 7 goes : The stories that unfolded each time, however, as of late, did tend to be quite a bit different. Perhaps because of one character that did not quite belong with the rest. (1) Gojou Satoru.

YOU YOU YOU MIND BLOWER AHHHHHHH. I love love how you do this thing with naming the chapters that follows the theme of the story u wrote, it may seem like a minor detail but i rlly rlly love it omfg like

atcit : the mc’s rule of threes

memos : hoku as a protagonist has a goal to paint the best story and if u combine the title of the current chapters together and it can already form a prologue of a story which coincides that hoku just joined the strawhats and is painting for the strawhats’ journey

kapfm : mirai is essentially stuck in a loop/ limbo of a monotonous life (even tho it involves more than plenty of adrenaline for sorcerers & non sorcerers) and theyre not even bothered to think much of it unless its rly rly important for the future/ whatever that is in scope in their curse technique and someone new in their latest lifetime who seems like he wont ever fit in her standard script of life. and not only that but, some chapters may seemed like it mirrored the other but its not !!! like one of those games of finding the abnomalies in 2 similar pictures and its bc of that one ridiculous op guy 😭

hmmmmmm how should i put it, ik that its 2 entirely different series and themes but mirai and hoku is actually a good foil for each other SHJSJSJS dunno if anyone else noticed and may sent sth about them both in an ask

Like, mirai’s ability to see the future and is convinced that it is set and even if it changed it wont necessarily be a good thing for everyone involved; and it wont be an exeption to the strongest sorceror in the new era vs hoku’s plan to draw the best story in a world and the boy who she is convinced could overcome his predecessor (i.e gold roger) but that conviction itself it sth that has been set from the very beginning bc luffy is the protagonist and she thought of herself as a bystander and wont make sth as small as ripple

i probably didnt explain any of my thought even tho i just wrote a paragraph HSHSHSJSH IM SORRY BUT TLDR-ing MY THOUGHTS ABT THEM THIS WAY = once u open a book, the stage and ending has been set for the characters, theyre essentially “doomed” to that ending; no matter how much you flip the coin it will always land on tails/ heads and it will always be one of them and never be other but for the one who flip the coin, they may ruled out themselves out of the possibility that they’re (one of) the anomaly and could change sth around them

I just, love all ur stories & ur ocs, and i love u too🥹

anon, i just want you to know that you've absolutely made my night, like you have literally no idea

work and everything else have all melted away after reading this and the spews of thoughts/theories/connections, it always makes me so, SO HAPPY when you guys do stuff like this because i put those lil things for my own love and its just ;-; really, really rewarding to know you all enjoy them too

THANK YOU FOR NOTICING ALL THE LITTLE CONNECTING THREADS, i also love naming chapters with a little extra thought and trying to follow the chosen lyrics for that moment in KAPFM's case

sometimes they hint stuff ;)

GOJOU BEING THE ABNORMALITY IN TWO PICS IM CRYING, yes, because he is exactly that and if only mirai could see the headache he will become :')

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO MORE

[imperiumsaber-archive]

@getsuruito​ liked for a starter

Those of the Assassin class always dealt in shadows and secrecy. This was true for true assassins throughout history. And even moreso for the Servant standing before her now. A fine blonde eyebrow raised itself as she looked at him.

Had this been a normal Grail War then she would have fought him to the death. But for the moment, hostilities were  under a cease-fire, everyone — enemy Master and Servant alike — were allies until this thing was solved. Since there was something wrong enough to cause such a thing. ❝Hey, Assassin, what say you? Do you want to check out this odd abnomaly? We're temporarily allies right now. And I want to know what in the name of Tartarus is going on here.❞

[mothpile]

♧ bbbbb

You’re my: friend :] on the Normaller side on the scale of Insanity. thisis ok to do

How I met you: raymond voice "hey what if i just invited this person to the snerver" and then u were there and itwas like , u were there all the time.. my first ever sighting of u tho was over on my ring twitter because u liked 1 of the posts and iw as like "HOLY SHIT SOMENE I ONDT KNOW WHOS NOT IN SNERVER JUST LIKED THE TWEET!!" and everyone else in unison was like "That Is Genoclear We Are All Mutuals With Genoclear Except For U"

Why I follow you: well u r my friend and i followmy friends :] UNLIKESOME PEOPLE. tch. who cant handle 30+ breakstuff sundays reblogged in a row. or whatevr -_- (looking at fish)(fish if u see this) (hi) (lol) (whatsup) (thiswill be on your callout)

Your blog is: normal........ normalfor a normal guy.!

Your URL is: ill be honest. i dont know. I dont know what genoclear is meant 2 mean. geno like that guy from ..??? video gamne?? geno You??? you are clear ? you a re a ghost now?? Casper Style?? Huh? The question has eluded scientists for years and the boys at the lab will never know.

Your icon is: anbnomalty :] abnomaly :] abnroly :] abbanoloy :]

A random fact I know about you: you know litreally every person ever in existance on the fucking internet. your connections are scary. how the fuck do you do that.

General opinion: geno :] u r a dear friend :] bestie who takes the bullet and plays the scary games for the class and video games for the class in general.. i appreicate that . thanks also for (attempting) to keep me andpuns in check. your efforts are noticed and valiant in effort, even if in vain.

A random thought I have: the fact i dont understand your url has actually now been haunting my thoughts for the past while as i've thought about it. geno. geno my friend. what does it all mean. also i realize i always call u geno i never call u prince isnt that weird. i think its werid. prince. i always default 2 geno...

[thepulta]

A/N: Written because I have nothing to do with my life except stare at the turtle tank that now inhabits my desk, play Sunless Sea, and write fanfic. Probably a sub-canon piece too because idk about Fitzroy willing his shit to the rest of the crew; I just made that up on the spot. Maybe we can assume it wasn’t a whole lot.

If anyone is reading the Westlie-Series who isn’t on the Pyrrhus already, this is about three weeks? after they left Port Prosper together. There was an Incident of Self Sacrifice on behalf of the captain because @nicktosaurus​ likes murdering beloved NPCs in dramatic and horrible ways. We had the chance to save him while running away from the Glorious even though they started shooting up the whole island while Fitzroy was getting surgery, Selmer fucked up his roll and Capt’n died. Cue horrified drama onboard the ship as we picked up Selmer and got the fuck out of there without even our dead Captain’s body. We also had like three days of fuel left. Aaand scene:

-=-

No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Marion slammed the door to the engine room. Selmer hurried after her. Lizzie had already vanished. Elijah stood next to the stove, possibly making tea, but his hands were shaking; he grabbed a cup, put it on the counter, grabbed the kettle, put it back down, picked up the cup and filled it with water; poured the water out and filled up the kettle. Owen had already left, vanished.

No.

Westlie stepped into the hallway, holding out a hand to steady herself against the wall as she made her way to the map room.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

She stumbled inside, locked the door, and slid down to the ground, her back to the rest of the Pyrrhus. Everything was numb. Westlie opened her mouth, out of air. Was this what fainting felt like? She had to breathe. Breath, Westlie, breathe.

I can’t. She dug her fingers in her hair. I can’t breathe. I can’t feel anything.

Fitzroy is dead.

Her soul screamed in anguish.

No. No. This wasn’t real. This was a bad dream, a nightmare. She’d stared too long out the window. Selmer had stared too long out the window; he had to be wrong.

But there still wasn’t Fitzroy on the ship - sleeping or up and about. There was no careful, courteous gaze. No knock on the map room when she put a book away too loudly. The last time he’d been up and about - Westlie laughed bitterly through her tears - it was past midnight and he’d knocked briefly on the door, letting himself in to find her knee-deep in charts. Westlie remembered smiling when she looked over her shoulder, seeing it was him. She’d caught herself after in surprise; she’d never done that to anyone. Maybe Morgan. But he was welcome because he simply looked over her notes and pulled out another book. And that was bitter. Stars, it was bitter. She had so much to learn. She had so much to learn.

Westlie covered her mouth with her sleeve and screamed into it, shoulders shaking as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Fitzroy, what do I do? Tell me what to do. You’re the captain. What do I do?

Books. She always had books.

Westlie stumbled to her feet, drunkenly leaning on the bookshelf as she blinked her way through the tears. Charting, charting, charting, navigation; biology, maps, one of Fitzroy’s journals; she scrubbed her eyes. Some books on the Queen’s fleet, a small book on the Glorious - shame, they could have used that - charts, charts, charts, navigation, diagrams of engines, diagrams of boiler rooms. Bediveres, Altanis, Molochs, Parsivals, Miscllaneous Reclaimed engines. She pulled a few of the books off the shelf onto the ground. Please, please, please, please, please let there be something. Abnomalies, a study of gravity, propultion, engineering, boilers, repairs, navigation, navigation, navigation, Pellinores, Pellinores, Pellinores, engines, repairs. Westlie cried harder as she knelt in the chaos, scanning the last row of books. Repairs, repairs, the Glorious, a series of notes in Fitzroy’s handwriting titled “Cargo Purchase and Sale References”, Pellinores, shipyard references, exploration of the reach, dangerous encounters in the reach, history of the reach, old captains, old engines, dead engines, engine scavenge log. Nothing on crew and captains or reviving dead men.

She’d never felt so helpless.

There wasn’t a hole in her heart, she wasn’t lonely, it was a hole in her stomach that made her want to hurl until there was nothing left; an abomidable chimera of grief and fear. Westlie pounded the bookshelf, feeling the tears drop off her chin into her lap. She should have done something. Anything. Should have stayed behind with Selmer, should have fought the Glorious off. They could have found a better doctor. They should have saved him. Fitzroy deserved to be saved. He deserved to be alive. Westlie sobbed harder, sinking against the bookshelf. All of them had failed, and now Marion was without a father, Westlie was without a teacher, Owen was without a job, Selmer and Elijah were without a friend.

At some point her eyes ran out of tears and she still cried until they burned. She didn’t remember anything else except waking up in the pile of books, every bone in her body aching. There was only a soft fungal luminescence outside the window. The Pyrrhus was deathly quiet, the engine hushed like it too was mourning its Captain.

Oh they were almost out of fuel too.

Westlie hurt too much to feel anything. She stood, facing the desk, her body wanting to sit but immobile. Her eyes felt dead. Without thinking she turned around and unlocked the door, slipping into the open hallway. It was too open, she felt exposed, but too lethargic to care. She made her way to the cab room. All the readings were fine if a bit low. There was some comfort in checking the pressure gauge, something she could touch; something she had control over.

Westlie opened the door to the catwalk of the engine room and looked down. The engine itself hissed softly, the coal bin was almost empty. Marion was curled in her cot, Selmer and Lizzie nearby. Westlie watched them for a second, then shut the door again. She walked down the hall to the now-empty cargo hold. The beds where the tiny family slept were still up, otherwise it was empty. Down to the crew quarters. Her bed was empty in the corner. Owen and Elijah were on the opposite sides of the room. The first sleeping, Elijah awake and... doing something by candlelight. Westlie couldn’t quite see, nor did she care. She turned away without being seen, hesitating before Fitzroy’s cabin.

She hated herself for standing there, for just staring at the handle with her dead eyes and empty soul and finally, like a ghost was moving for her, opening the door and stepping in.

It looked like he left it. It looked like he would come back any moment. There was cold coffee on the desk from at least two days ago after their escape from New Winchester. Someone made the fucking bed. There were book out, his reading spectacles on the nightstand. Westlie felt the tears well up again her but it just made her eyes burn worse. There was blood on the floor by the bed. She should clean that. Later. Tomorrow. She stepped to the far side of the room, making a circle around the stain in respect for the dead, and picked up the book by his nightstand. “Captain’s Log: Nov 1903 - ____”

She couldn’t take it. Westlie bit her lip to keep from letting out a sob as she grabbed the book and fled, still carefully to keep her footsteps hushed and not let the door sound. She escaped back into the map room, locked the door again, and sank down like earlier. She hated herself for opening the book. She hated herself for skipping most of Fitzroy’s neat, precise scribbles and going all the way to the last few pages. They were shakey and succinct.

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            Difficulty breathing from gunshot wound. Aid must be administered but our only chance is a homestead. Lustrum is too far; suggested course for Father Apollyon.

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[Blood dotted the last entry from a coughing fit.]

              Set my will in order in case of surgery failure. Pyrrhus command will be passed to Westlie; I trust the crew to help her. Estate portions for the rest of them; Selmer might forgive me for my lack of trust when he can easily support his mother. Documents filed in letters for London. May I be remembered as a good man if I do not live.

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Westlie set the book down and covered her face with her hands. Fitzroy you fool. Fitzroy you FOOL.

Why didn’t he pick Elijah? Elijah deserved it. Kind, loyal Elijah. She couldn’t see Selmer or Marion taking command, but Elijah would do alright. She could follow him. But her?

Westlie felt the overwhelming urge to cry for the fifth time that night; truly overwhelming because a few tears leaked down her cheeks despite her puffy eyes. She was new, quiet, incompetent, and hotheaded. The crew didn’t trust her- for fuck’s sake she’d lost the battle with Marion over that fucking smoke shell. And Marion ended up being right; if they’d fought the Glorious would they have come out in one piece? Westlie let out a bitter laugh. She might as well die with Fitzroy and pass it to someone else that way.

Why Fitzroy? You knew I wanted to be a navigator. You knew I was good at it. You must have figured I’d never be a good captain. My father is a monster. I’ve done horrible things. They’ll look to me for guidance and I have empty palms and a checkered past. You put me as First Mate because I was good at paperwork and good at numbers. I’m nobody’s friend. Not even Lizzie’s. Why would you let me lead?

Why did you let me come with you?

If Fitzroy was there in the room with her, Westlie would have punched him. Lost her temper, told him to fuck off and check his pipe for honey; she was incapable, she was absolutely not ready. He was her captain but he was wrong.

But he was her captain.

Westlie tossed the book onto the earlier pile by the bookshelf and curled against the wall. Damn him. Damn him for dying. Damn him for jumping in front of Selmer. Damn the Glorious. ... She had to listen didn’t she. That was his order. Not only his last order, but his dying wishes. Who could refuse that? She would just... have to be as much like Fitzroy as she could remember. Westlie laughed a little bitterly. Well she knew who not to be like; she could start there too.

It was stupid. The whole thing was stupid. She was stupid. Stupid death, stupid timing, stupid her, stupid decision. The situation bared its full weight on her and she couldn’t even tell it to fuck off because she couldn’t muster the strength to be angry. She didn’t want to fight; she was tired of fighting. She’d gotten her hopes up and the world had put her in her place. She would always, always be alone. Westlie balled herself up tighter against the wall and cried herself to sleep a second time.

[rainbow-wings-ts-au]

The surprise can wait. Are you bored in the hospital? (To the audience! Showing abnomalies in a HOSPITAL of all places is dangerous! Hello?! Experiments!? Come on you should know this) -Tech

(I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear the last part of that)

“I’m only a little bored. The nurses and doctors are very fun to talk to though!”

[jawbonejoe]

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As ya’ll know I love boxing and wrestling and when my good friend found that out she wanted to get me into hockey because it too is blood sport. I didn’t really take to it until she showed me her favorite hockey movie, Goon (2011), which not only impressed me because its extremely well made, funny, sweet, and based on a real enforcer’s career but it also had me fully yelling at the TV while hammered which is the sign of a great sport for me. And to this day Goon is part of the reason I so enjoy calling people ‘goons’ in writing because it always makes me think of a sweet, large man who’s real good at punching people.