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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should’ve killed Jack. But it didn’t. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
I have the black box data. All of it.
After sifting through hundreds of photos... I have realized that every time Simon takes a photo in the SM-13, he's pulling up a frame to a stop motion animation.
And it can be played back as video.
So, I took each black box photo and compiled them together. You can now watch Simon's entire journey from the SM-13's camera like found footage.
You can also gain access to Simon's amazing photography portfolio from my master reference project, as well as the video for yourself.
Please, have a watch. It's terrifying. I feel like a C.O.I. lab tech delving into something I really shouldn't, and it's a blast!
Holy fucking shit, I did not realize how many notes this post had?!
ArtFight revenge for @nanadrawsthings TAKE THAT!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should’ve killed Jack. But it didn’t. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
Ironbutcher Week Day 3 - Monster AU / enemies to lovers
Ironbutcher Week Day 1 - Subnautica AU
Called by a tree, found by a fish...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should’ve killed Jack. But it didn’t. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should’ve killed Jack. But it didn’t. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
Prompt List
Here are the optional prompts for Ironbutcher Week! (June 22nd-28th) Please remember that you do not have to use any of these prompts if you don’t want to, or you can mix and match as you desire. Be creative!
Plain text prompts with exact dates under the cut.
Iron and Isotopes
Ch. 3:
“So what you’re saying is,” Simon paused, trying to wrap his brain around his new reality. “I have been locked in a submarine… for 138 years.”
Jack fed a few scraps of paper into the small fire.
“You asked the what year it was and I told you. What are you on about?”
Simon got to his feet, running a hand through his hair. He strode over to the bar, rummaging for something, anything that could help him think straight. The cracked mirror behind the counter showed his reflection in flowering shards and something was incredibly wrong.
“What happened to me…?”
Sam the eyebot hovered close, whirring as if thinking.
“Necrotic post-human,” it said, doing that cheery mid-air spin and floating back to Jack.
“You’re a ghoul.” Jack said. walking over to him. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
Simon looked back at his broken reflection. Clearly he wasn’t the man who had gone into that submarine over a century ago, if that truly was the case.
“You got x-ray eyes don’t you? You tell me. Or does that weird glow thing only let you see in the dark?” he snapped. Jack’s upper lip twitched in what was either anger or shame.
“I can only make out shadows but just barely. Got Sam for the rest of it. Bear with me for just one second…”
Jack reached his hand towards him and carefully touched Simon’s face. He quickly pulled back at feeling for a nose that was no longer there.
“Sorry, sorry that was intrusive. Where I live…there’s a bit of a…chilly reception to ghouls.”
Simon knocked back a shot of…something, the label was far too faded to read. He tossed the glass into the burning trashcan. It was easier to drink from the bottle.
Jack had returned to his seat by the fire, his face unreadable.
“So…you’re from before the war, then?”
Simon set down the now empty bottle.
“Yeah. I was shoved into the submarine you and your bot cut me out of. Door shut right as this…glow encompassed everything. I don’t know how or why I’m even here.”
Jack nodded.
“Sam, parameter check. Calling it a night.” He turned his head to Simon’s direction. “Put the fire out before turning in, if you would.”
Sam floated off, playing a tune Simon recognized as the old broadcast sign off he used to hear during his nightshifts back when everything was normal. Back when he was normal.
Jack had curled up in one of the booths, contorted like a cat. Simon put out the fire as requested but he was too wired to sleep. He exited the building, walking down to what had once been a scenic overlook of the ocean. There was still a beauty to it. A sad one, with that ever present sickly glow. No training simulation or possible scenario could have prepared the world for this.
He walked back to the bar that was his shelter for the night, going into the back. There was a sense of familiarity in the kitchen. He’d worked odd restaurant jobs before the military recruited him. Serve a navy officer Sunday breakfast, live to see the end of the world.
——
“Good morning, Boston!” Sam chimed, buzzing around the bar.
“God Almighty, it’s morning already?” Jack grumbled, rubbing his neck. “Four more days of this shite. And I know the welcome committee is gonna be up my ass…”
Simon, who had been awake for the past hour and a half, slid a box of Fancy Lad snack cakes across the table to him, making it sure it brushed the blind man’s fingers.
“Simon? What’s this?”
“Snack cakes. I took them with me from the sub. And…consider it an apology. I was out of line with what I said. The whole…seeing in the dark thing.”
Jack snorted, munching on one of the cakes.
“Apology accepted and I understand. Still reel from it sometimes.”
“May I ask what happened?”
Jack tugged on the welding goggles, the pinprick glow barely visible.
“Accident half a year ago. Not much else to say.”
“Gotcha. What were you saying about four days?”
“Oh boy, how do I explain this,” Jack said, grabbing the metal pole he used in lieu of a cane. “You know about vaults, right?”
Simon nodded.
“Yeah, billboards and signs were all over. Bit more spacious than my tin can.”
He was pleased to see Jack crack a smile before shaking his head.
“Hilarious. Anyway, a while back Vault 88 was turned into what folks call the Consolidation of Iron. Some faction conglomerate shite. Was never one for politics. Oh, you’re gonna want to put this on when we get close. You got time, I’ll remind you.”
Jack handed him a bandana and Simon pocketed it.
“You won’t get in trouble for bringing me to this vault, will you?”
“More trouble for fucking off, it’ll be fine.”
“Did you grow up there?”
“In the C.O.I? No, got recruited. Got ancestors that were from a different vault. Not sure which though. 76, I think? Ah, one last thing.”
The Irishman pressed a pistol into Simon’s hand.
“My aim’s not what it used to be. She’s better off with you. I’ll give you what ammo I still got. Traded most of it for food and water 3 days ago.”
“All right. Let’s hit the road.”
Welcome to Ironbutcher Week!
This is a week-long fanwork event dedicated to the pairing of Simon the convict and Jack the welder from IRON LUNG (2026). It will be running from June 22nd-28th.
All kinds of fanwork are welcome! Visual art, writing, playlists, collages, etc.—feel free to be creative! Prompts will be provided, but following the prompts is not mandatory; they’re simply there for inspiration.
There will be two separate prompt lists: the main list, which will have three SFW prompts per day, and an ‘after dark’ list, which will have one NSFW prompt per day. Therefore, this event is open to all ages who feel comfortable participating; we simply ask that underage participants use their discretion and filter the #after dark tag.
An AO3 collection will be made for all works posted there. Additionally, any works posted to Tumblr that tag this blog will be reblogged here!
Askbox is open for any questions!
This event is organized & moderated by @roundtriptojupiter
chilling in blood🩸🩻
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should’ve killed Jack. But it didn’t. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
ironbutcher fans!!
interest check!! would anybody be interested in an ironbutcher week for pride month?
choose
yes, and i would participate
yes, and i would support the creations
nah, not interested in ironbutcher
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should’ve killed Jack. But it didn’t. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
is it worth it?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The radiation should've killed Jack. But it didn't. He dives into the blood ocean to find the black box. Instead, he finds a convict. Or something that pretends to be him. But he himself is no longer who he was. Maybe together, they can cope with their fate.
