#nautila

The medic that everybody needed the most. She always come ready to help others, no matter what the problems is, she do her best. She'll give it a full 100% and more. All to help others and gain some recognition as trust worthy and a perfect to befriends with.

For her information's, She's a nautilus. The aquatic nautilus, the cool looking aquatic creature. She's a marine biologist and a paleontologist. But in this case, she's also a medic. Being in Wasteland, many needed medic and tending to wounds and finding cures and medicines, creating medicines out of herbs or what ever they got. She become to great at it that she considering on changing profession from researcher into a nurse.

She's very kind and generous, so generous that she would sacrifice her own life for another. Even when she couldn't run very fast or defend back for herself, she still gives everything to others. Thinking that she owe them and considered herself the most useless toon out of the most. What fueled this feeling of self doubt more into is her ichor tolerant are average. at least. And she know, how painful the progress is. She remembers and is thankful that it didn't reach phase two in time because she know she would've died back there.

I did a doodle @fizzyboy (sorry for the mention) But she be pushing herself very hard and do most work for the group for sursies.

She be a very chatter box around Shelly, talking a lot about dinosaur, prehistoric critters and fossils. She considered herself closed friend to Shelly and have a slight crush on Shelly. But she know that Shelly probably have a special spot for someone in her heart, so she kept quiet and respect her. She will always be by her side and help her what ever she could With Brightney, she got along very well since these two are book worms and doing researches, sometimes together while another time, she overworked at nighttime while letting Brightney take over in the daytime. Although both are overworked, I could guess that they would try to force one another to go take a break or rest to recharge. With Razzle and Dazzle, she felt the most heart broken for the two. Knowing the two, especially Razzle having a very hard time in this Wasteland then any she know. These two, are a fuel for her determination to push herself to research more to find the cure/antidote to help them. But even then, when ever she got time, she always pay them a visits with what ever healthy snacks she got or drinks to make sure they are alright and feeling not alone.

[for @morimenswrite day 7 - spiral. on ao3 here]

Vortice watches the water spiral down the drain. Nautila watches the water spiral. Sitting on the shower floor, wet tile beneath her skin, Vortice holds Nautila closely. Gently. (She doesn't want to break Nautila. Doesn't want to hurt her. Only wants to keep Nautila safe.)

The water is hot. The shower is running. Nautila sits, arms wrapped around her knees, silent and still, skin pressed against Vortice's own skin. Vortice doesn't try to stir her — only holds her close, holds her gentle. The hot water washes away memories of cold ocean water, of maelstroms, of salt in the lungs and drowning drowning drowning—

Nautila does this, sometimes. Forgets so much that she goes still like a statue, like she's dead.

Vortice just holds her, in those times. Like the most precious of seashells, fragile and easily broken. Gentle, gentle, close and safe.

(Vortice snaps at anyone who gets too close when Nautila is like this. Go away, don't bother, Vortice is keeping Nautila safe and no one else knows to take care of her best. Vortice died for Nautila. Vortice knows Nautila. Vortice and Nautila's lives and deaths spiral around each other — even if they mean well they still hurt Nautila when they act like reminding her of stuff is better. Vortice knows that Nautila needs her time. Nobody else gets it though. So Vortice snaps at them, threatens to bite. Even muzzled, orcas are still orcas and Vortice can still hurt them if they're trying to hurt Nautila.)

Nautila shifts, slightly. Doesn't move other than that though. Vortice starts humming. Maybe a song will be nice for Nautila to listen to, while she's forgetting. Nautila sang pretty songs to Vortice — Vortice can't sing good, but she can hum good.

Vortice lets the water run. Lets Nautila take her time to remember again. (They'll just sit here for a while. Just a while. So, for now—)

.:Originally made March 10th, 2022:.

Buncha splatim bastards I haven't drawn innn *checks notes* ....Two years

Spurred on by @/aibouart's mini tutorial on how to do the tentacle spots hoohoo

Yin will never understand. Ever.

They try to protect Yang from danger, only to learn that everybody is a danger to him. Yet, he cannot go alone, he need Yang. He just do not understand why. He don't know his role, his identity or what he supposed to do.

Poor Yin never get to be himself and never will.

Because my jaw giving me hell. I got a mood to draw angst so have this angst of her becoming boosted or twisted.

When my laptop is fixed then I can design her full twisted form since I can't design and draw everything with my damn finger.

Nautila, what whould she be in Dandy Wasteland au from @fizzyboy?

MINOR GORE WARNING ---

Have you seen her? She's like death in the game idea I had. While in the Dandy's Wasteland au, there are phases.

She would not survived through phase 2 at all, not even halfway and with her lack or survival instinct and seeing herself as below then everybody, she would've just accepted her death immediately. Even while being like this, all she wish was death due to how much pain she's suffering at the moment.

those two need some break time

I had to ask them for permission for these stuff since I am not so sure if this appropriately or not.

BTW, don't do drugs y'all. And maybe don't mention them all times in my asks, I felt like this might annoy them a little-

(just a short little vortice/nautila fic. i love them so much. on ao3 here)

"Here, like this." Nautila guides Vortice's hands, screwdriver held carefully. "You tighten the screws here, and then. . . and then. . ." her brows furrow, and she trails off. "What were we doing again?"

"Nautila teaching Vortice." Vortice reminds, helpfully. "Making bike strong!"

Nautila pauses. References it with what she knows, and what she thinks is reasonable for her. (Vortice knows this, because Vortice knows Nautila. When she'd first been awake, Vortice had searched for Nautila, and found her, and stuck by her side ever since.) "Bike repairs, got it. Okay, so, here's what you do. . ."

Nautila's hands on Vortice's are warm, and gentle. Nautila doesn't fear Vortice, or her strength. It makes Vortice warm inside, like the sun is shining down on her, like she's napped on sun-warmed stone again. (It would be better if Coalsie were here to learn too, Vortice thinks, but she hasn't seen him at all still.) Nautila doesn't worry about Vortice breaking things, maybe because of the Vorticesteel, but Vortice likes to think that it's because Nautila trusts Vortice not to. (Even if Vortice doesn't trust Vortice not to break things.)

Vortice isn't really good at making things, not like Nautila is, but that's okay. Nautila can fix things when they break, and Vortice can be there for Nautila when she breaks. Vortice will hold Nautila when she's sad and make sure Nautila remembers to eat and sleep. (Vortice gives great hugs, too. Nautila deserves good hugs.) Coalsie will show up sooner or later, and then the three of them will be all together again, and it'll be perfect. Vortice can't wait.