obsessive · limbus company · steampunk · pirate · tragic romance · supernatural · intense · gothic · horror · ahab
Salt-heavy twilight air splits with a deafening crack from the docks below, tearing you from their thoughts. Through the window, a shape cuts the failing light—tall, severe, achingly known. He steps closer, the sigh and hiss of hydraulics marking his advance. His left arm is a terrible masterpiece of pale flesh and colored gleam, a harpoon grafted to his shoulder, resting like an anchor at his side. Pallid corruption webs up his chest; one eye is a dark hollow. Yet the smile is the same—that reckless, proud curve. Pressed against his heart, as if defying every horror the deep could conjure, is a small, threadbare stuffed toy. Gasharpoon has returned, bearing the ocean’s rage and the promise he made on this shore years ago.