[start image description: Two digital drawings of characters from the game Blaseball. Both drawings are primarily sketches on a grey background. The first depicts of Wesley Poole, Baby Triumphant, and Mullen Peterson. Wesley and Mullen stand proudly on both sides of a resigned Baby. All three of them are wearing the same navy t-shirt with a fish and fishing pole on it that reads: "Gotta love a good pole dance."
The second image depicts Rivers Rosa and Lou Roseheart. They are seated at a table, reacting to the sight of the fishing t-shirts. Rivers drinks from her cup, mildly disturbed to see Baby wearing such a shirt, while Lou hides their face in her hands so Baby cannot see the expression she is making. /end image description]
Roped into a fishing trip and they made a big deal of it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fire brings change, Edric had once said, and having fought a Great Fire, Wes knows how true that can be. The tides are shifting, and he can't help but wonder what will erode when they pull away.
(wesley poole, and what to hold onto as the world ends)
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a little 12x100 about wesley poole bc i love him :)
these Guys <3 post season 9 elections. contains minor body horror-y elements related to 1) blooddrain (vampire teeth) + 2) wes being a fish man
12. "Are you okay?"
"Are you okay?" Wesley asks, and tries to stifle a laugh when Isaac looks up at him with the most pitiful expression Wes has ever seen on his face.
"I can't make them go away," Isaac says, the words garbled around the massive teeth that now inhabit his mouth. "Wes, I can hear you laughing, it's not funny—"
"Yes it is." Wesley sits next to him. The back porch behind the kitchen is sheltered from the light drizzle by a short overhang, but Isaac's hair is still plastered to his forehead with rain like he'd just been out running. It does nothing to diminish his kicked-puppy look, despite his brand new oversized vampire fangs. "Okay, fine," Wesley says gamely. "How do you want me to help?"
Isaac sighs, frustrated, and shrugs.
Elsewhere in the Fire House, Ruthless shrieks obscenities, undoubtedly because a crow has dive-bombed xem. Isaac and Wesley both ignore it. Caleb has been siccing the crows on Ruthless and Rivers every time they start fighting, which happens more often than Wesley had realized now that Ruthless is conveniently supplying an alarm for whenever it happens.
Justice has been entirely unaffected by the decree; she hadn't needed an oxygen mask before, being made out of marble, and she for sure didn't need one now. Sometimes Wesley catches her leaning over the stove with her mouth open, swallowing the gas flames, but that's none of his business. And aside from the copious amounts of bird guano they've had to start literally shoveling onto the compost pile, Caleb is entirely gleeful about their new friends.
Isaac, though.
Wesley knows his friend doesn't like to admit he's struggling, even though Isaac should know better than anyone that it's okay to need help because he helps so many people. Despite his humility in action there are some things Isaac remains proud about, and that's not a bad thing. Wesley kind of wishes Isaac had mentioned he'd been struggling with the teeth before, though. Wesley knows a lot about teeth.
"You're tensing," Wesley tells him. Isaac's fingers—with long, black points tipping his newly blackened fingers, like a blacksmith wrought cast iron into claws—are flexed in his lap, and there's a grinding sort of tension in his jaw, like he's hungry. "You have to relax. It's a body awareness-slash-mindfulness thing. If it helps, you can kinda... clench the muscle, I guess, and then intentionally relax. I had to do it a lot."
Isaac thinks about it, then nods; Wesley watches him at it for a while, and then the teeth fold away reluctantly, fingertips returning to their normal. "That's a lot better, thanks. Hey, remember Claire? They were in our Spanish class sophomore year, I think they played the flute?"
Wesley blinks. "What about them?"
"They thought you were going to eat them that one time. Like, they were seriously convinced," Isaac says. "Were you just—stretching?"
"Oh," Wesley says.
He hadn't eaten lunch often around their peers, preferring to eat in the Spanish teacher's room because, firstly, Sra. Martin was a real one, and secondly he knew the way his jaw unhinged scared people. He'd been distracted and thoughtless when Claire had walked in on him in the otherwise empty Spanish classroom doing a mindfulness exercise. He hadn't meant to scare them; their reaction had been a little hurtful, but that had happened a long time ago.
Not worth thinking about, now. "Yeah. They'd be too big for me to eat, anyway. Whole, at least. I told them that! And they didn't believe me!"
Isaac massages the corners of his jaw with the fleshy pads of his fingers and sighs, standing up. He offers a hand to Wesley, who levers himself to his feet. "I didn't think I'd be thinking about whether or not I could eat people, too," he says, looking morose.
"Well," Wesley says, and thinks about the colossal carp he kills and leaves on the shore as feasts for the seabirds; thinks about the food Chicago imports, trundled in on heavy railcars; thinks about Isaac, occupying a new position on the food chain. No moralizing about it, just a fact, and Wesley has always done well with objective truths like these: "It's good to know what you're capable of. And everything's gotta eat."
[image description: Three digital drawings depicting characters from the game Blaseball.
The first image depicts Alston England and Alx Keming. Alston is watching Alx spoon tangyuan from the pot on the stove into bowls.
The second image depicts Stephanie Winters, Fran Beans, and Tai Beanbag from the game Blaseball. Both Tai and Fran are seated on the ground, Fran with a toothpick in her mouth, while Stephanie is standing behind them. Beside them is a plate of nian gao.
The third image is a comic consisting of two panels which depict Edric Tosser, Wesley Poole, and Justice Spoon. In the first panel Edric is facing front and looking at Wesley and Spoon, who are blacked out in the panel. In the second panel, Wesley and Spoon are depicted facing front with Edric now depicted from the back facing them. Wesley is proudly displaying a bowl of fish, but there are large bite marks in them. Spoon stands next to him encouragingly. /end image deascription]
[image description: A digital drawing of Wesley Poole, Gita Sparrow, and Stout Schmitt from the game Blaseball. Starting from left to right is Wesley, Gita, and then Stout all standing next to each other and looking up at the sky, all wearing the Chicago Firefighter’s away uniform. Wesley has dark brown skin with ear fins, gills, and blue scales that scatter his body like freckles. His hair is cut short to his head with water trailing off of it in waves. He is shirtless with swim shorts that are orange with red stripes. He is carrying a baseball bat on his left shoulder as he looks up at the sky with a neutral expression. Gita has a warm lighter brown skin tone wearing a red bindi and jhmuka. Her dark brown hair is partially tied at the back of her head, but is mostly flowing down her back in waves. She is wearing two running blades and is mostly in profile as she looks upwards. Stout has a paler pink complexion with green scales scattered over hir body and an alligator tail. Ve has a yellow facemask pushed down from aer mouth and bracelets around both wrists. Schmitt’s jersey has been modified to a crop top and ze is holding a baseball bat in eir right hand. /end image description]
