#postcrash

[ih0pethishurts]

@nursewashing

There was too much blood. He knew that from the military. Humans can only lose around 1.5L of blood before things start to get really bad. (Or had someone else told him that?) 

Jimmy didn’t know what 1.5L looked like outside of a person, but the way it felt - pooling down his chest and soaking through his jeans, the pain icy hot, the beat of his heart notably weaker - he might be getting close. 

He lay prone on the lounge’s floor, staring towards the cracked, glitching evening screen. Dark floaters clouded his vision, blocking out the sunset, no matter how many times he blinked them away.

He’d seen her with the gun. There had been no other choice but to take it from her. He hadn't been scared. Jimmy had ignored her warnings (they’d never meant anything before) and had tried to rip it from her hands.

Bang. How long ago had that been?

“Anya.” 

The words felt heavy in his mouth, bloated and blurry. Sluggishly, he reached for her from the floor - idly noting how the blood had soaked through his uniform’s arm.  

“...I don’t want to die.”

[heartz4shauna]

OOOOUUUGGHHH MY BABY POOCHIE CUTIE SWEETHEART ANGEL LOVELY PRECIOUS GORGEOUS SUNSHINE GIRLS

[flipwizardflynn]

What were Anya's thoughts about her child? We see how compassionate she is in-game, and while we see Jimmy's thoughts on the pregnancy we never get to see how Anya feels. That's not to say I agree with the Happy Ending AUs where Anya has the baby. I don't know if she would have kept the baby, and that is the whole point of her character! The baby is a physical manifestation of her autonomy being ripped from her, yet we never get to see how she feels about what Jimmy did to her. Yet another way that her agency is stripped from her. It's a major part of Jimmy's arc, but because most of the game is in Jimmy's POV, her perspective is deliberately disregarded because of how Jimmy (her abuser) sees her. It's a brilliant way of showing how little Jimmy cares for her well-being or state of mind, but I wish it had been explored in-game.

[0ujidere]

The “People Have To Be Worth Their Titles” bit in mouthwashing fascinates me so much. Curly is the only one often referred to by “Captain” and even the steam page asks: “What Happened To Good Ol’ Captain Curly?”, as if its apart of who he is as a character. He’s worth his title even when Jimmy does not think so and forcefully strips him of it, making it his own like most things. And I get the interpretation it’s because of capitalism turning people into their occupations, BUT. Anya being referred to both ingame and by fandom as “Nurse Anya” is so important to me. She earned and proved she was worth her title even though she could not get into medical school. Even when Jimmy used it demeaningly towards her, she keeps Curly alive and through each day. Her ability makes her worthy unlike him who constantly corrects others into remembering he would be captain. Anya puts in the effort and gets things done for their survival so if ANYONE was captain post-crash, it was her.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Ring ring, dear. Hello? Kind Words.

So...! Kestrel and I had our talk. It was not a very long talk, but that hardly mattered to me - I was just so happy to hear his voice again. I couldn't stay upset with him, no matter how hard I tried to be. He sounded so troubled... he told me how guilty he felt that he had been ignoring me, and truly hadn't meant to let it go on for so long. I do believe him; he has always had an irksome habit of putting things off until they can no longer be ignored. I suppose this was no exception, either. He did apologize, though he still seemed a bit... hrmm. Hesitant?

But he did say that once spring break came around, he would fly back home to visit again! I am so excited to see him! I'm going to squeeze him until he pops, too. There was something else he said, too, but, oh, I must have missed it; to be quite honest, it was a bit difficult to focus on the conversation at that point. My mind was just buzzing with thoughts of how I am going to tell him all about you! I would have then, but I feel it would be best to do it in person, yes? Perhaps by then we can figure out a way for him to hear you in his head, too! Ahaha!

Oh, it's so funny... when Kestrel was young, he was always jealous of his friends whom had siblings. I remember the few birthdays where he would beg me for nothing else but a little brother or sister, and I always dreaded having to disappoint him so! But it was not like I could manifest another baby out of the air myself, hahaha! Of course, he eventually figured that out...

Silly... I do still think of Sebastian on occasion - Kestrel's father. But I think I just miss his handsome face more than anything else. I was nineteen, still doing ballet when we met, though I was far from the best in my class. Still, he was quite drawn to my dancing... unfortunately, I had to quit once I found out I was pregnant. And then he wanted me to move to Europe with him - Europe! It was an utterly terrifying thought, uprooting myself like that. I couldn't bear to just leave everything behind, especially my mom... but I suppose he must have felt the same way, and left me instead. At least I had Mom, and Rebh, then... I got over him eventually. And he did give me Kestrel in the end, so I could not stay upset with him forever. I do wonder if he still thinks of us sometimes, too.

Oh, listen to me getting sentimental again... Did you ever think about having a family of your own at any point? (Besides the Curlings, haha!) I will admit, I do hope Kestrel has his own fledglings one day - when he is ready, of course. I would never want to push on him what happened with Sebastian and I. He is still in school, after all! Did I ever tell you he is majoring in environmental studies? I believe his girlfriend is in a similar field, as well! I am very proud of the both of them. And you too, of course. That has never changed.

...

I... do hope all of my excited blithering to you has assuaged some of your fears, dear. I did hear that, you know? It... broke my heart. I would never dream of doing such a thing to you. (And if I did, it would be yet another nightmare for me.) But that is like saying a mother can only ever love one child... it is like what Rebh said about me all over again, all those years ago... but that is simply not true. (R-right? It isn't true. I know how to love someone. I do...) I would not be here now if I did not intend to be here forever. Or, at the very least, as long as you want me to be here...

And I want to talk to you, sweet pea. I want to share my stories with you. I want you to share parts of your life, too. I want to meet you when you are safe and sound, and I want you to meet Kestrel too, and I wish so badly that you could have met my mom. I want to make you peanut butter sandwiches and watch The Wizard of Oz together. I want to keep telling you about the birds. All of them. The hawks and the pigeons and the owls and the scissor-tailed flycatchers.

And I don't want you to ever stop calling me Mum. It is everything to me. Please?

Oh thank God

Hello!!

Ah, yeah, makes sense. The longer you wait, the harder it is to start! Glad it more or less worked out between you two.

Oh, good, good. Yeah no, probably better in person. Hopefully easier to convince him you've not gone bonkers that way, yeah? Hah. In his head? Wouldn't want to impose or anything.

Pfft. I don't think I could be much of a little sibling, even with my somewhat lacking height at the moment.

You did ballet? From what I've heard, that's not easy. Even if you say you weren't the best, I'll bet you were pretty good! Sorry to hear you had to quit. Still, I know all about uprooting yourself between Europe and North America. Mine just... happened to be in the other direction. It's tough. Don't blame you for not wanting to. If I'm being real, he sounds like an asshole.

Eh... s'complicated. I've got a big family what with my parents, sister, niece and nephew, aunts and uncles, cousins... We Curlys are pretty widespread. As for starting one of my own, uh. Marriage never really happened. I doubt it was ever on the table to begin with, though I didn't realize it back then. Kids, maybe. Don't think I'd be the best at it though, whatever else my horde of unofficial children may claim. Mm, yeah... Environmental studies is fun! Lots of good things to learn there. He's focusing on Earth environment, I'm assuming? Hope that turns out well for Kestrel and his girlfriend. ...Thank you.

...

Huh? Fears? ...Oh. I didn't think you could— Sorry. I didn't think— someone else, uh, said that. Earlier that day. It isn't true what Rebh said, I know that. It wasn't you, it was me getting paranoid. Promise. I want you here, I do.

...I'm glad. I like hearing your stories. I want— I want to meet you and Kestrel too. I want to do all that.

Hah. Okay. I will, Mum.

...

Are you fucking serious right now?

Oh, come on. You're not real. You're not even one of them, are you? You're my own thoughts. Fuck off.

I'm trying to help you out here.

Yeah? How's that, fake Jimmy I made up just now?

Are you trying to play house or something? You need to get over yourself, Curls. You're a grown fucking man.

La la la. Not listening.

God, you're so— My parents were pieces of shit. But you? You had everything you wanted. You had real parents who loved you before you fucked off to space. And here you are. Trying to take a third from someone else.

Leave me alone, Imaginary Jim.

I'm imaginary because I'm you, idiot. These are your thoughts that you can't frame to yourself in a way that lets you keep living this fantasy. The truth is, Curly, she said it was a brief conversation for a reason. There's still friction there. You can feel it, right?

...Right. None of my business though. They'll work it out.

Yeah. They'll work it out. What do you think is going to happen when they do?

She said—

She said what? She'd never leave you? Like we said to each other? ...Lighten up. I'm not really him. We both know that. But Curly. Get real, yeah? "You see, son, I'm hearing a voice from a dying man lightyears away." The kid is never going to believe her. He'll think she's fucking insane. She'll have to choose between him and you. Some whiny bastard giving her nightmares or, you know, her real son.

...stop.

Won't bother telling you who she'll choose. You already know.

You're not even real oh my God leave me alone.

...Hey, Curly?

...Yeah?

Can the voices hear this?

Oh, fuck me...

Next time you're going to process your intrusive thoughts through me you should do it quieter. Just saying.

Yep.

[ladyinbl00d]

this scene is like perfect a opportunity for more precrash nat

[theh1ddengirl93]

Mouthwashing Doodles!

Watched ranboo’s play through yesterday, did some doodles in English class!

[katslitterbox]

crying over @ask-postcrash-curly

Giggling over @ask-time-loop-curly's daisuke dying curlys hair

Curly i love you

[raining-anonymously]

if i had a nickel for every time a curly blog gave curly a younger sister whose name started with L, i'd have three nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened thrice, right?

[worldssmallestrayofsunshine]

i dont want to see my dead body again please dont let it happen again please

[tulparstinymechanic]

Um... Swansea, did your condition change in any way?.. Are you alright?..

I’m as good as I can be with shots in the head—

…

Why the fuck did two more just appear, this is not fun.

[ih0pethishurts]

@nursewashing

He couldn't stand it anymore. The NOISE. Curly's agony haunted him no matter where he went in the ship. Even in the depths of the cargo bay, buried in boxes of mouthwash, Jimmy swore he could hear the captain's moans through the vents.

The doors of the medical bay slid open, sunset light spilling over Jimmy and the empty hallway.

It was always the smell that got to him first.

Rot. Pus. Meat.

A violating, revolting reminder of their mistakes. The corpse on the table. Their burden. (His responsibility.)

The pilot brought his arm up to his face, covering his nose, squinting upon realizing he wasn't alone with Curly. A bitter, cruel feeling twisted in his chest. Their so-called nurse couldn't do her goddamn job properly.

"Can you make him be quiet? Did you give him his medicine?" He gagged into the fabric of his jumpsuit. "Fuck - change his bandages while you're at it. It's bad."

[ghostfrozen]

"we're just shells with nothing inside." — is she a real? a hallucination? an ambiguously supernatural portrayal of 1996 jackie taylor from yellowjackets. penned by kim.

[madz-and-daisuke-sometimes]

it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay

...

Okay. Right. So. Here's what just happened.

Jimmy came back. Holding the axe. Shouted at Swansea that Anya stole the gun and she was going to try and kill us all to take the cryostasis pod. Swansea didn't believe him but also wanted to know why she had the gun and Jimmy insisted she'd kill us all and Anya, she—

She said that was rich from him since he tried to do the same thing to us when he crashed the ship.

And then she moved and I guess he thought she was going to shoot him because he tried to kill her with the axe and he didn't but he managed to grab her and get the gun off her and God I was terrified but— Swansea grabbed the axe and stepped in front and neither of them moved. Swansea told Anya to take Daisuke and hide somewhere safe so she carried him out and then he swung at Jimmy but Jimmy ran and Swansea chased after him and—

So yeah. It all happened so fast, they were all here and now they're gone. I can't do anything and I don't know what's going on outside this room. Door's open but that doesn't make any difference.

If I'm being real, I'm really fucking scared.

[owuwi]

LOTTIE MATTHEWS.ᐟ

➤ lottie matthews x fem!reader

requested

.ᐣ after being rescued, you notice the toll the traumatic plane crash took on your poor girlfriend.

⤷ cw: top!postcrash!lottie matthews, sub!reader, bitting, blood, fingering, vaginal tear, thigh humping, squirting, implied tribbing

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for nineteen months, you didn't know if your girlfriend was death or alive.

no one knew anything, though it was almost as if they didn't care—you were sure they didn't thanks to how short the investigation was. after the first year, the yellowjackets were proclaimed death.

yet they came back, she came back.

seeing lottie for the first time after all that time felt like a blessing—like whatever god up in the sky pitied you and gave you what you'd been praying for during all those sleepless nights. she was different, though, and you couldn't blame her. she was quiet, flinched whenever your hand came near her sun-kissed skin, got lost in her thoughts the millisecond the room went silent.

her parents took notice of this behavior and figured the best thing would be sending her off to a mental institution in switzerland, an idea you immediately said no to—did you had any said in that decision? no, but that didn't matter to you—.

but, little by little, she changed.

she didn't seem on edge anymore, she didn't stay quiet in hopes of hearing something in the air anymore, she gained back her interest in you. slowly, she started being more open, offering you soft words and shaky smiles which you gratefully accepted. her kisses on your cheek started lingering, her hands on your body more willing—just like before—.

lottie had her up and downs yet this contentment lasted longer than usual, and you couldn't be happier. she always needed to be by your side, needed to be touching you in any way or she'd shut down; and who were you to deprive her from her needs?

late at night, you allowed her wandering touches, allowed her sharp teeth to dig into your sensitive skin. though this wasn't the needy lottie you were used to, her need was different.

when the two of you were ready to be sexually intimate again, that change in her was way more prominent.

with her hand wrapped around your throat, she had your mind turning to mush. you didn't mind it—not at all—but it was... weird, considering everything she went through. you expected her to be softer, more fragile, ready to see her crumble down; yet she proved you wrong.

her leg was roughly slotted in between your thighs, providing you some pressure on your aching core. her hand on your neck was cutting your air supply in the most delicious way while she kissed you sloppily. suddenly, she bit down on your lip—hard, hard enough to have you bleeding.

your faint wince of pain and the way you pulled away from the kiss didn't bother her at all, she simply held you in place and licked your blood away from your tender lips like a thirsty vampire. "l-lott..." her murmured name left your lips, your voice breathy thanks to how undeniably turned on you were.

"i know, i know..." she simply said, a calmed smile forming on her lips while her free hand slowly placed itself on your chest. "i missed you.." she then added, keeping her eyes closed while she felt your fastening heartbeat against her palm.

her hand on your neck released its grip and moved down your body, her long fingers tracing over you as if trying to remember how you felt. her hand came to a rest on your waist, her head leaned forward so she could nibble on your neck.

well, nibble wasn't exactly the word to describe what she did.

she was rough with the way she bit down on the column of your throat—her smile morphing to a smirk as you gripped the strands of her hair. "missed you too... but don't you wanna slow down?" you quickly asked her, wrapping your arms around her neck and slowly rubbing your sweaty palms up and down her back.

until she made you scream, she wasn't satisfied.

"it's okay..." she reassured you, a warm feeling spreading through her body as her lips got slightly tainted with the crimson-red fluid dribbling down your neck.

before you could even notice, her rough hands were sliding your sleeping-shorts and panties down your legs, and her calloused fingers slid between your slick folds in no time.

you'd be lying if you said you didn't want things to go slower. the trauma your girlfriend went through was something that wasn't going to leave her any time soon—maybe it never will—, and being with someone after only seeing a group of specific people for so long must be odd for her.

you got snapped from your thoughts and dragged back into reality as you felt two of her long fingers slipping inside of you, a whine of slight discomfort erupting from your chest as your gummy walls tried to accommodate.

"l-lottie..." her name left your lips once again, your nails digging onto her back through the thin shirt she was wearing.

usually, you were the one begging lottie to fuck you since the poor girl was always so nervous to accidentally hurt you, but that wasn't the case. she started plunging her fingers into your drooling cunt while humping your thigh, her other hand grabbing your jaw roughly and tilting your head up so she could have better access to the skin on your neck.

low whines and growl-like noises were constantly coming from her, showing an animalistic side of her you never knew existed.

"cum for me... i know you can do it..." god, her raspy voice was like a melody coming from heaven. whenever she instructed you something—something that happened quite often these days—, her voice shifted to a gruffer tone.

despite the slight burn on your insides, you were so damn attracted to her. you felt that tight coil in your stomach threatening to snap, high-pitched uh, uh, uh's slipping past your lips as she fingered you.

everything was too fast—too messy. the air in your room stank of sex and sweat, your mind was blank yet filled with nothing but your girlfriend; her touch, her scent, her.

abruptly, the brown-eyed girl let out a moan and she—once again—bit down, now on the area of your shoulder, as she felt her orgasm crash over her. the sweet juices of her release squirted out of her as she continued humping your thigh, her puffy clit receiving the right amount of stimulation despite being trapped behind the confines of her clothes.

and oh god, was the sight of her squirting hot.

the feeling of the warm liquid seeping through her underwear and shorts and soaking your skin, the faint hiss emitting from her pussy—it was all too much for you.

with a loud, shaky yell of her name, you came all over her fingers. you were shamelessly fucking yourself with her digits, riding out the pleasure she provided you while clawing at her back. despite how good you felt, that burning sensation never left—and it actually worsened once your climax subsided.

"fuck l-lott.... please pull out..." you begged her weakly some moments later, pushing her hand away and whining when her fingers actually slipped out. the sight of her fingers covered in a light, thin layer of blood wasn't surprising, yet knowing that she hurt you churned your stomach.

the other girl wasn't bothered by this, she simply brought her fingers up to her lips and sucked the blood from her digits.

"you're sweeter than i remembered..." she commented, completely ignoring the rough manner she treated your poor cunt.

with a smooth movement, she got rid of her clothes and shifted on top of you, situating her wet pussy on top of yours before lowering herself.

it was going to be one long night.

[returnofeternity]

Hi could you maybe do a Lottie Matthew’s x female reader pre crash just thoughts about Lottie dating a shy reader possibly having to teach them how to kiss and stuff like that ty !

i don't write precrash tl, sorry! i did postcrash but hopefully you still like it :-)

thinking about meeting her in switzerland and you guys end up dating.

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you're both quiet but you're shy shy. you could barely get out a few words without stuttering the first few times you talked to her. she probably tried to give you tips on how to stop stuttering too but you kept doing it because of ur massive crush on her. she tries to get you to come out of your shell, prolly pushes you a little, but you appreciate it. and lottie who never suspects that it's her that's making you so shy because she doesn't think it's possible that someone likes her..

'dates' around the facility 😭 taking your guys' lunch to the rec room, and eating at a table, pretending it's a lavish dinner date. going outside and awkwardly holding hands for the first time, just talking about life and what you'd do if you weren't in here. walking back to your room together and she doesn't know if she should kiss ur cheek even tho you're about to walk in together lmfao. or it'd be cuter if you weren't roommates and she just happened to become attached to you after seeing you in the hall one day. which makes me think of being shy and not really liking that much pda, and lottie who tries to hold back on the affection when your roommate is there when she drops you off. just a lottt of her thumb gently rubbing your hand or arm while she tells you goodbye and that she'll meet you in the breakroom tomorrow for your secret date.

when your relationship starts to get more serious, you start to get more nervous and way more shy around her because you Know the kiss is coming. you haven't kissed anyone yet and you're scared you're gonna embarrass yourself. maybe a little controversial, but i feel like lottie hasn't been in a relationship or kissed anyone either... but for the sake of the thought, let's say she's experienced.

she kisses you first and is so worried when you don't reciprocate 😭 she starts asking if she did something wrong or if you didn't want it but you're too shy and flustered to speak which makes her even more anxious lmfao. thinking of lottie who follows your head when you lower your chin in embarrassment if that makes sense i just think that'd be so cute and such a lottie thing. she whispers and gets close because she knows you mumble when you get all shy like that, and she rubs your knee comfortingly and tries to get you to open up.

so relieved when you tell her you just don't know how to kiss instead of not liking it 😭 and so understanding. cutely asks if you would like to practice with her and gives you the biggest smile when you agree. facing each other and leaning in close, lottie nodding and mumbling for you to make the first move. she reassures you and tells you that you'll get used to it. feeling her smile into the kiss when you make a little noise in the back of your throat and getting embarrassed but she just cups your cheek and pulls you in closer.

she gets you SO flustered and you have to use the rest of your brain power to keep kissing her when she mumbles "you're doing so good" into your lips. she keeps giving you tips and squeezes your chin to remind you when you take too long to do it. she stops it just as it starts to get heated and tells you she'll teach you how to use tongue next time.

kissing her constantly after that. for practice of course :)! she makes sure to mention how good you're getting at it and most definitely teaches you where to put your hands as things get more and more serious and heated with her.