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This is actually decided by a poll back in twitter, so I feel really bad about not posting it there. At last...

Swap Ishqueg/LCB Queequeg AU.

The Middle's Big Sister ID Queequeg uptie story:

It is rumoured that the Big Sister of the Middle’s U Corp. branch is especially well-loved and favoured by her Great Siblings.

And, at the same time, she’s incredibly petty and selfish toward her Little Brothers and Sisters.

People believe she accumulated so many augment tattoos in so little time and rose to the rank of Big Sister when she was so young because she enacted the Middle’s Vengeance in solitary. Thus, taking all the tattoos that she could have shared.

This blatant betrayal of one of the Middle’s core ideologies is somehow ignored and even encouraged by one particular Great Sister.

It is said that she’s flighty, capricious, and vain. She falls in love easily and falls out of it even easier.

Though those adjectives don’t mean much when one talks about the members of the Middle, it is advisable that you don’t say such a thing within earshot of a Middle’s sibling, or else, you will find a very unpleasant guest waiting at your doorstep.

The child sits on top of her little throne of corpses, most of which are mutilated in a way that barely resembles a human anymore.

She is patiently counting the pages of her book, but with each page, the number on the led screen behind her increases by one digit.

This degree of extravagance is not unheard of from the Middle. But this time, it is most likely that she was so bored waiting for her final subject of Vengeance that she made a throne out of the woman’s dead Syndicate comrades and repurposed their led screen for her amusement.

Queequeg: 46. 47…

She doesn’t even lift her face to acknowledge the woman who stands frozen at the entrance.

Queequeg: 48. 49…

Terrified Syndicate leader: I. I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t know you were there!

The plea for her life, if this could be called that, came too late.

Queequeg: 50!

Queequeg: Ah hah! Today's next subject of Vengeance is…you!

With a loud laughter, she hurriedly scribbles the name into her Book of Vengeance. The number ‘50’ behind her glows bright purple, much like the tattoos covering her body.

Queequeg: Page 50. Title 10. Section 70. Row 21: Insulting a Big Sister’s characters. Page 50. Title 10. Section 70. Row 22: Breaking a Big Sister’s heart. Page 50. Title 10. Section 70. Row 23: Making a Big Sister embarrassed…thrice.

The other child fell to her knees, accepting her fate, but the Big Sister continued with the same glee.

Queequeg: Let’s go over everything in order, shall we? First, give me your tongue.

After a long while of wailing and screaming from all the tongue-cutting, heart-piercing, and limbs-breaking later, the small Syndicate could be considered thoroughly wiped, with its leader’s consciousness faded for the one last time.

It is as though she was woken up from a slumber, the delight of the perpetrator of the tragedy completely vanishes, leaving a strange…bewilderment.

Queequeg: Hmm…was that 49, or 50, or 51? I lost count again.

Great Sister of the Middle: You seem like you had fun.

Queequeg: It was fun! You should have seen her face when I showed her her own tongue.

In contrast to the child’s erratic glee, the Great Sister’s smile is serene. She adjusts the chain necklace that she especially gifted Queequeg, admiring its lustre.

Great Sister of the Middle: I checked your book, you know. I saw her name under the Breaking a Big Sister’s heart Section. Do you want to explain?

It is as though all the air in the room vanishes. The terrifying and triumphant Big Sister feels herself shrinking ever smaller, struggling and failing to break out of her Sister's grip.

The child’s fingernails dig into her arm. Cold sweat starts to trickle down her forehead. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but not a word comes out.

Great Sister of the Middle: Ahaha~ You are really cute when you are cornered like that.

The older child laughs heartily, gently pressing harder on the fearful Big Sister’s shoulders. Queequeg didn’t know if her laughter meant she was pardoned or if she was in trouble, so she dared not even breathe.

Great Sister of the Middle: Relax. You are too old to be punished for something like that.

She said, very softly kissing the scared child’s cheek.

Great Sister of the Middle: Try not to get too hung up about it, though. I told you already. Forget about other people. Only the Middle is capable of loving you.

Great Sister of the Middle: By the way, how many did you punished?

Queequeg: I don’t know. I lost count. Might have been 50 or something?

Her mind still lingers on the last topic, so the child couldn’t give her Sister a concrete number, yet the Great Sister doesn’t spare her any sympathy.

Great Sister of the Middle: 50 is much too few. I scolded you about this before, didn’t I? You ought to keep better track…Or else.

Queequeg: O— Of course.

“Isn’t 50 a lot already?” The child asked herself.

She slumped on the make-up table, incredibly irritated at the pungent scent of perfume spilt from the broken bottle.

“No. Isn’t one already too much?” She pulls her hair out.

Her neck feels so very heavy. What did the Great Sister say, giving her this necklace as a birthday gift? — You won’t have to raise your head ever again. The little golden crown feels prickly on her head, but she isn't allowed to take it off.

“Really. What did that woman say that was so wrong?”

The child darts her eyes around, accidentally meeting remnants of the red lipstick rolling on the floor.

“That I am flighty? That I am capricious? That I am vain?” She lifts her face to see the reflection in the mirror, the reflection of a flighty, capricious, and vain woman — one that she despises so much she couldn’t help but smash into pieces.

“What then? She speaks no falsehood. And even if those were lies…” The child quietly contemplates as she holds the scattered pieces of the broken mirror, frustrated to feel no pain at all. “Why did she have to…Why did I…?”

The question she posed has a very obvious answer, one that has been drilled into her head already.

Right, she has been told hundreds of times that:

Great Sister of the Middle: Only the Middle is capable of loving you.

Here, she has everything she needs. Here, she has the respect and affection of thousands. Anyone outside, living in that world of filth, that slighted her even a little bit deserves to be punished. And that is just a fact of life.

And so, even if she grows increasingly repulsed by her Siblings; even if she couldn’t stand working with them; even if she is deathly afraid of the Great Sister, it would still be unthinkable not to uphold the Middle’s decree.

The spiky golden crown is all she ever has. Those heavy, glistening golden chains are all she ever has. Their affection is the only thing she ever had and will ever have.

Even thinking so, the child couldn’t shake the images of that one sailor she met by chance at Marlin Port that other day: the sailor who shares the colour of her eyes with the hazel wood and hair with the sunset.

She wonders what that woman is doing now. Has that woman fallen in love? Or did she already find the love of her life? Or has she given up?

She spent no more than three minutes indulging herself in those kinds of thoughts.

The vase of white lilies stands tall and prideful despite the disarray caused by the child’s temper tantrum, reminding her to hold true and steadfast to her dear, dear family's values.

The Middle's Big Sister ID Queequeg's voicelines:

Identity Obtained: I am the most adorable, the strongest, the most beloved Sister, aren't I?

Uptying: 46. 47. 48. 49. 50…Ah hah! Today's next subject of Vengeance is…you!

krosin masterpost

something stupid from a couple weeks ago

had a habit of drawing faust in filipino images

women's canto look unreal atm

WAIT OHHHH FUUUUUUUCK

PLEASE DON'T EAT EM' UP DON QUIXOTE. DON'T.

starting off this sideblog right by pushing the heathfaust agenda

Canon

jesus christ exposing me just like that? without a warning?

what a wonderful morning

never tell the others