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Uninterrupted Monologue in Which I Float Facedown in the Center of a Pool, a Position Known as the Dead Man’s Float by thimblelin
Fandoms: Mouthwashing (Video Game)
13 Nov 2024
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“And, Curly? I’m sorry.
But really… I’m not.”
Or, the confessions of a hurt woman to an incapacitated man before the end.
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What's Done is Done, I Hope This Hurts by full_of_malice
Fandoms: Mouthwashing (Video Game)
13 Nov 2024
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Yet sometimes when she was reorganizing the supplies in the medical, the scalpel felt heavy in her hands. She didn’t have a gun, she couldn’t get the ax, and the meds were all Curly’s. But the scalpel? The scalpel was hers.
It was a little weak. It couldn’t do much to truly protect her, it was flimsy and not up to the level that it should be, not up to code just like everything else on the ship, but she carried it in her pocket all the same. If anything it was a comfort and better then nothing.-
Anya Mouthwashing deserves to kill.
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“You don't have to!” His grin grows a bit uneasy as he gives a thumbs up. “Captain’s really busy, and Swansea isn’t really the type, and—”
“I’d like to. Make a board game with you.”
“You would?”
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daisuke is sad and bored, so he and anya make a board game. daisuke does NOT know how heated anya can get when she loses. fun and silliness ensues.
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Self-indulgent AU where Curly manages to avoid crashing (too badly) and the whole crew survives. But this is Anya's afterwards, what she's gone through. The planet turns and days pass, but it's Anya who suffers the most. Here, she heals.
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The Polle robots never lasted a whole trip; somebody always, always, got sick of the sight of them.
Curly’s there when they start dragging it out, a fresh new bot already waiting by the door. “Poor sod,” he mutters, resisting the sudden, juvenile urge to poke at its mechanical corpse with the toe of his boots.
Swansea’s laugh sounds more like a cough at this point, tobacco-raspy and time-worn. “It’ll be us next, Captain. Mark my words. Drag us out the door and bring in somethin’ shinier.”
(Snapshots of life aboard the Tulpar; before, during, and after the crash.)