#romac

I think I might’ve made this exact post before but I like to headcanon that DEX units all have their hair cut and dyed that platinum blonde color in factory for standardization purposes. Pilot despises haircuts so much because it’s a symbol of becoming a DEX and a reminder of that removal of autonomy. Contributing factor to why Pilot never takes his mask off. Also haircuts suck because of sensory issues. Painful scary process killing your individuality represented by the seemingly innocuous haircut.

Listen to my voice NOW

Captain going “sing for me my angel of musiiiic” and Snippy doing the fucking. awful tone deaf AAAAH ah ahhhh ahhhAHH. this has been your monthly romantically apocalyptic post. btw when I was a kid I had such a hard time spelling apocalyptic so I relied very heavily on google autofill to get me there.

Anybody around here RP?

Engie: Pilot city is a myth, we should turn back

Snippy: it’s getting dark, keep moving

Pilot: Pilot city’s real. It’s a city full of Pilots, a place I’ll belong & fit in, it’s home. I saw it

Captain: zee implications are astounding

wip. stalky v. eureka fish and wildlife services

Headcanon: he’s a big Hello Kitty fan

MY BABY BOY 💔

I win (succeeded in making cute pilot pfp)

lying to myself to get motivation to do my dishes like this is for the good of captainia. this is ur mission from captain

I like this scene a lot :))))

I love them sm

ALT

translation:

— Snippy! You’re alive!

— You were trying to kill me, by the way.

which could mean nothing.

Kinda enchanted by the way Captain sits. legs spread as far as possible. reclined. always giving stoner in beanbag vibes regardless of the chair

snippy come here so you can reach hesitantly into the folds of captains coat and find nothing underneath but a sense of dread so palpable it’s as though the jaws of death are already clamped around you. and then after zee will laugh and pat you on the head like the dog you are. heart

romac as various text posts

i need the help of the romantically apocalyptic fandom to decide whats the proper furosna species for the gang

My name is, according to The Sniper (Snipper? Snippy?), Doctor Alexander Gromov, although Pilot and Captain say my name is Angie (Engie? It seems to change moment to moment). I cannot say which one of these is true. Something bad happened, now everything is missing. It’s missing outside, and now it’s missing inside me. How can that be true?

Annie, list of human organs?
Annie, cross-reference and confirm presence of vital human organs?
Annie, can you hear me?
Are you okay, dear?

I don’t remember why my first impulse is to poise questions to this “Annie” entity. I think that is the name of God. I understand she used to answer my questions. I know that she does not anymore. I ask them anyway, just in case.

I remember hospitals being where doctors worked. Did I work in such a place? Captain says zee knows this is a Children’s Hospital by the trails of red stuff everywhere. I don’t think this is right, but I can’t remember enough about pediatrics to disprove it. In any case, this hospital seems to have fallen into disrepair. Everything is dirty. No medicine can be practiced here.

There is a sign pointing in one direction. It’s comprised of various other symbols, though I cannot recall how to read them. I spend a long time studying the symbols before I hear The Sniper clear his throat behind me.

“I know how to read,” I tell him.
I do not know how to read.

However, I must keep up the appearances of Doctor Gromov, as I’m sure my companions will abandon me to the wastes if they discover I am no longer of use—this is another thing I understand to be true, despite the apparent loss of all my memories.

“Okay…?” Snippy responds before wandering off to look for medical supplies. I feel I’ve succeeded in duping him. I feel like he is beneath me for some reason. People who are beneath me are very easy to dupe, as I understand.

After a few more minutes of trying to read the sign on the wall, I decide to go catch up with The Sniper. He is in an area of the Hospital with a lot of posters of human infants being held by their mothers. I wonder if I had a mother. Was Annie my mother? No, I think she was my girlfriend. Did these figures fill similar roles? … If that was true, it would mean I was some kind of useless baby man. That doesn’t seem right. Doctors are supposed to be smart and capable.

When I find Snippy, he’s kneeling down to inspect something. I watch him hold a small, disgusting creature that appears to be growing out of a human skull.

“MAMA?” it says to him.

I feel scared. Ew. Ew. Ew. Why is he holding it? Ew. He is holding it and looking at it as though it is a beautiful thing. It is not. It is disgusting. Please put it down. Ew. Ew. Ew. It is covered in disease. Yuck. Yucky. Ew.

Suddenly, his chest wound opens and pulls the creature into his rib cage. This is horrifying and disgusting as well, but I feel better now that the creature has been destroyed.

The Sniper does not seem relieved. He seems panicked.

“No, no, no, no! Why!?” The Sniper grips his head and stares down at his chest in horror. Then he whimpers to himself, “I don’t want you to buy me another…”

I do not know who he is talking to. Is he talking to Annie? Does she answer him but not me? Is Annie living in his chest? That doesn’t seem right. The thing in him seems bad and gross. Annie is not gross.

I miss her. I recognize this feeling as similar to the feeling The Sniper is experiencing over the disgusting creature being eaten by his chest.

I walk over to Snippy and tell him, “I’m sorry for your loss.”