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uhhh just a heads up i don’t use tumblr lol

i’ve seen some people following me here from the tsp therefore you and me animatic, and i’m very flattered for the outpouring support.

howerer i don’t use my tumblr to post my art, i mostly just lurk and reblog. if you yall want, i mostly post on my instagram and twitter.

ok that’s all, thanks again for the support on the animatic, really means a lot as it’s my first ever completed animatic <3

I had a vision

Saw the cover for Cynthoni & Projekt Melody - XxGlitchBbyxX and it got me thinking of some Bloodymary idea

#bloodymary #ironmary #bloodymary fanart #simon the butcher #simon iron lung #ryland grace #ryland grace project hail mary #this was lowkey nice to draw while listening to the song

Gouache painting of Simon~ I miss painting sm

#iron lung #simon iron lung #iron lung fanart #iron lung movie #simon the convict #simon the butcher

douggydraws

"What a poor sight to behold."

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I wrote a little excerpt, imagining Ellie using Simon's survivor's guilt to potentially break him down.

engineermarkconvineer

I saw this on tiktok! Its so good!!

douggydraws

Oh god, did someone repost it? I don't have a tiktok 😭😭😭

engineermarkconvineer

Okay so i might have been mistaken. I guess somebody didnt post it on tiktok. My apologies if i freaked you out

douggydraws

Ah okay no worries. I think I know the video you're referring to cuz I did post a video version on my socials!

And I don't mind reposts, really, I just want my name to be credited haha

douggydraws

"What a poor sight to behold."

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I wrote a little excerpt, imagining Ellie using Simon's survivor's guilt to potentially break him down.

engineermarkconvineer

I saw this on tiktok! Its so good!!

douggydraws

Oh god, did someone repost it? I don't have a tiktok 😭😭😭

"Let the maggots dream, No matter right or wrong, Let us dream on, dream on, Dream on and on."

Made a little video, was originally for reels (ew) but decided to just crosspost it cuz hashtag whatever

Song: Mili - Let The Maggots Sing

#simon iron lung #iron lung #iron lung movie #iron lung fanart #simon the butcher #simon the convict #Youtube

Sneak peek of my PHM animatic. Finished the first verse, hopefully to get the whole song done :3

Song: vivi - Kenshi Yonezu

#project hail mary #ryland grace phm #eva stratt phm #ryland grace #eva stratt #strattland #phm fanart #phm animatic #preparing the bricks

So I may be slinging a brick soon.

#project hail mary #phm fanart #phm movie #phm eva stratt #phm ryland grace #eva stratt #ryland grace #strattland #i've had this idea 2 months ago #i'm working at a snail's pace because i have a corporate job zzz #but first verse is done #should be done in 2 months or so

"What a poor sight to behold."

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I wrote a little excerpt, imagining Ellie using Simon's survivor's guilt to potentially break him down.

#iron lung #simon iron lung #simon the convict #simon the butcher #iron lung movie #iron lung fanart #iron lung writing

"Let the maggots dream, No matter right or wrong, Let us dream on, dream on, Dream on and on."

Inspired by Mili - Let The Maggots Sing

#iron lung #simon iron lung #simon the butcher #simon the convict #iron lung fanart #iron lung movie #this took soooo long to render #my eyes were getting really tired #might as well just post this and get it done and over with #proud of the rendering somewhat!#Youtube

Hanged Men

#bloodymary #ironmary #simon iron lung #simon the butcher #simon the convict #ryland grace #ryland grace phm #this took me so long to render #finally finished!#can't wait to find a vendor who can make these into a tarot card

I'm just doing fricking whatever brahhhh

#simon iron lung #iron lung #??? sure #simon the butcher #simon the convict #sasanomaly my beloved #had no second thought put into this #i just wanted to draw simon in cool ass album cover so here it is

I'm just doing whatever brah

#project hail mary #ryland grace #ryland phm #grace phm #shout out to keshi for this EP and what got me into his music in the first place #idk i just felt like drawing grace over this album cover

Photo edit for the heck of it

#bloodymary #bloodymary fanart #ironmary #bloodymary edit #they are not tv girl coded but i have a fixation to this album cover

The toll being paid - Bloodymary

Got this idea from @ghostterz

Welp, time to pull out my Notes app.

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"Eugh, oh my god..."

Simon felt himself weighed down to the cot. His forehead felt extremely warm, and it felt as if his whole body were shot with pins and needles. His body was shivering; despite the warm feeling on his head, he was freezing from the cold air blowing in Hail Mary. He curled up with his blanket enclosing his body.

"I'm...am I dying?"

He had never been this sick before. He had been battered, flung, and drowned in the blood ocean; perhaps this was all that debt catching up to him.

Rocky, the one who came to check up on Simon, rolled up beside him.

"Simon not awake, question?" Rocky asked, with an inquisitive, fluctuating tone.

Simon lugged his head to meet Rocky's gaze (or lack thereof).

"Rocky..." Simon slurred, "Rocky...I'm dying."

"WHAT, SIMON DYING, QUESTION?" the little alien burst out, "WHY SIMON DYING, QUESTION?"

"Ow, too loud," Simon retreated back into his blanket.

"WHAT, WHO'S DYING?" another voice chimed in in the distance.

The voice approached closer, accompanied by some thumps on the way. Coming out of the entrance, Grace hastily arrived and talked to Rocky.

"Rocky, buddy, what- who's-" Grace started panicking before he turned to see the shivering, curled-up ball to which he then relaxed his shoulders.

"Rocky, Simon's not dying. He's just sick," Grace sighed, and made his way to sit down next to Simon's cot, "at least, I hope it's nothing too bad..."

Even when Grace calmly said Simon was sick, he still couldn't shake the anxiety that's bubbling in his stomach.

At least, I hope it's nothing that's fatal, Grace thought.

Shaking away the nibbling thoughts, the scientist reached out a hand and patted the top of the blanket ball.

"Hey there, buddy," Grace gently said, "you doing alright? Well, okay, stupid question, you're not. But what's going on with you?"

Simon peeled out his head, and gazed at Grace with the biggest, most pleading eyes that the blonde-haired man has ever seen.

"Head warm," Simon slurred, letting out shivers, "but I feel so cold."

"Ah, a fever," Grace answered.

He then put a hand on Simon's forehead, and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, I don't need to pull a thermometer for that, that's hot," Grace said, "hold on, buddy, let me get you some medicine."

As Grace was about to leave Simon's side, the bedridden fellow called out, his voice raspy and low:

"No, wait, wait, please don't go. Please."

Grace turned to meet Simon’s eyes, which turned from pleading to begging. He’d never seen this side of Simon before; he’d always closed himself off, despite being more comfortable around both Grace and Rocky. It almost pained him to see the ragged man in this state of mercy.

“I’ll be back, Simon, don’t worry,”Grace reassured, then turned to Rocky, “Rocky, bud, you keep him company ‘til I come back, alright?”

“Yes, Rocky watch Simon!” Rocky declared, “Simon safe with Rocky.”

The brown, rock creature rolled closer to Simon. His xenonite bubble emanated a bit of warmth coming from Rocky's atmosphere within it—and like a hand, it caressed Simon's cheek.

"Simon body get sick with human sickness," Rocky said, "Grace help fix Simon."

"Hng..." Simon whined, reaching his hand to his forehead. Besides the warm temperature, the fever also gave him a bad case of headaches.

"God, you two..." Simon started, his voice shaky. He was on the brink of tears.

"You two have been nothing but kind to me," he continued, his words trembling as he tried to hold his tears.

"I...I should have died down there. If it weren't for you guys, I would've already been dead. I wasn't supposed to make it out alive."

Rocky gave out a sympathetic tone, and drooped his body lower as if tilting his head.

"It is okay. Grace Rocky not want Simon die," Rocky chirped back. Simon responded with tears streaming down his cheek.

"I let-"

A lump got caught in his throat, and his voice trembled greatly.

"I let my Brothers die. I didn't want to die. I left them, I...I left them behind in the station. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I just wanted to live. Is that...is that so much to ask?"

Rocky let out high-pitched tones, his body slightly frantic and worried.

"What Simon talk about, question?" Rocky asked, tapping his legs back and forth.

Just in time, Grace appeared out of the doorway and flung next to his alien friend.

"Hey, Rocky. Got the medicine," Grace said, bringing an enclosed bag, "how's our buddy doing?"

"Grace, I'm so sorry," Simon said, tugging at the blonde man's shirt sleeve, "I'm burdening you both. I'm so sorry..."

"Hey, hey, shh," Grace consoled, crouching next to the cot to get on Simon's eye level. Grace patted his hand that grabbed him, stroking it gently to ease the man.

"Okay, I need you to sit up so you can take your meds," Grace instructed. Simon obliged, heaving sluggishly to sit on the bed.

"The medicines are in this pack here," Grace continued, "it's in liquid form, let me just uh..." He scrambled to pick up a spoon inside the pack, held the medicine bottle in the other, and poured a spoonful.

"Okay, open wide, big guy," Grace said, holding the spoon.

Simon slowly opened his mouth, then Grace placed the spoon inside. After Simon had drunk the medicine and the spoon leaving his mouth, he started shaking and sniffing back tears.

"Oh my god, I'm so pathetic," Simon sobbed. He retreated into Grace's embrace, which startled the scientist, arms spread out.

"Is this my punishment? For wanting to live?"

Perplexed, Grace looked over at Rocky, hoping to get some answers—to which the alien replied with an inquisitive tone.

"Simon, it's okay," Grace gently reassured, bringing his arms to hug Simon, "you just need a lot of rest, so let's get back to bed, okay?"

Grace helped to bring the sick man back to the cot, and slowly pushed him onto the bed. Simon was reluctant, his hands still stuck on Grace's shoulders; however, he eventually gets himself comfortable in bed with his gaze fixated on Grace.

"I'm sorry," Simon whispered another apology.

"Shh, hey now, no more apologies," Grace replied, "you focus on getting some rest. I'll be here for you."

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And that's as much as I can write. Feel free to explore or write inspired from this if ya want~

#bloodymary #bloodymary drabble #bloodymary drabbles #sickfic #simon being a whimpering mess #my favourite flavour #ryland grace being a carer #also my favourite flavour #and rocky is there for moral support #no beta read WE DIE AGAINNNNN

The nightmare that follows - Bloodymary (Simon & Rocky)

Thinking about Simon and Rocky dynamics after Simon has calmed down and adjusted with life on the Hail Mary.

Simon is unable to sleep after having his rounds of nightmare, so he decides to take a lap or two around the ship. He was then startled by a particular alien, clumsily making his way towards him.

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"GOD- Fuck, okay. It's just you, the rock alien," Simon exclaimed, then quieted himself as he realised that Grace was already asleep.

"Simon go where, question? Why no sleep, question?" Rocky perked up.

The restless human sighed as he steadied his heart from the surprise.

"I'm just gonna walk around the ship. I can't sleep," he answered.

"Walk make human go sleep?" the rock alien replied, tapping his little fingers as he pondered, "but if Simon sleep, then who will watch?"

"It's fine, rock, just stay here," Simon reassured him, his sleep deprivation making him more irritated than usual, "I'll be fine."

"No, no, no. Simon stay here so Rocky can watch, Simon still injured. Not good to walk."

Rocky stopped Simon on his tracks, blocking his entrances by rolling his xenonite ball in front of him. It went on for five minutes before Simon groaned in frustration.

"Ugh, okay, fine, fine," he yielded, sitting down on the edge of the cot with a loud thump, "god, you are so annoying."

The humming of Hail Mary accompanied Simon as he stared up at one of the fluorescent lights that is still turned on. The cot room was shrouded in dark, with Grace peacefully sleeping in one of them.

He wished he was sleeping right now.

However, he'd rather not if he had to relive that again.

"Simon still no sleep, question?" Rocky eventually piped up.

Coincidentally, the human was about to doze off if it weren't for the monotone, robotic translator voice that chirped up, accompanied with clicks from Rocky himself. Simon shook his head, rubbing his eyes and his face.

"Well, I was about to," Simon grumbled, adjusting his position where he sat down on the floor, leaning against the edge of the cot.

"Oh, apology. Rocky stay quiet then," the rock alien answered, his chirps the sound of a dejected whine.

"No, it's fine, really," Simon replied, slinging his right arm as he hugged his knees.

He heaved a sigh, his gaze darting back to the fluorescent light.

"I actually don't want to go to sleep," Simon said.

Rocky babbled, his tone high-pitched and fluctuating.

"Simon don't want go sleep, question?" he asked, "Rocky no understand."

Simon directed his gaze now to Rocky, whose fingers tapped and tapped as he tried to understand where Simon was coming from.

"I had a nightmare," he replied, "I was back in the SM-13. The blood ocean flooded the ship, and I was back reliving through that hell. It felt so real, and I thought that...I thought..."

Simon closed his eyes, then immediately opened them–as if afraid that if he lost sight of Rocky, the ship, or that fluorescent light, he would be back in that prison.

"I thought that you weren't real. I thought that me getting rescued wasn't real," Simon's voice started shaking, "and that it was just the monster playing tricks on me again. Putting these thoughts inside my head."

Rocky let out a despondent whimper, and rolled himself beside the shaking human.

"If I keep opening my eyes..." Simon quivered, took a lump of air, and spoke, "maybe...maybe I can keep being here. At least if they want to take me back there, I want to stay here for much longer."

Rocky's head (or more accurately, his entire body) crooned down, his gaze looking at his tapping fingers. He then looked up at Simon, his face buried inside his arm and breaths shaky as he tried to hold back his raging tears.

"Rocky...not sure how to fix," Rocky started, his chirps a quiet and gentle tone, "but...Rocky see Simon. And Rocky watch Simon and Grace sleep. Rocky make sure Simon safe."

He gently rolls his ball close to Simon, and bumps his body to the walls which made Simon look at Rocky. He let out a purring sound, his body still bumped to the wall near to Simon’s side.

"Grace call this 'hug'. Grace hug Rocky when Rocky wake up from long, long, long sleep," he remarked.

Simon softly chuckled, and placed his hand on top of the ball. The warmth spread across his hand, and flooded his heart with an aching feeling he's never felt in a long, long, long time.

The last time he felt it was with his mum.

"You make very nice sounds, Rocky," Simon eventually said, "I've never noticed it since I'm so used to your translator voice."

"Thank you!" Rocky replied with a high-pitched happy sound. He turned his body up to Simon to see a faint, tiny smile form on his mouth.

"Um...Rocky, can you do me a favour?" Simon requested, "I'm gonna try to get back to sleep, but I just need your help with something."

"Yes, yes, yes! Rocky help fix," Rocky perked up, "What Simon need, question?"

Simon heaved up from sitting down and slumped himself into the cot. His gaze is fixated on Rocky, who seemed eagerly waiting to hear the request.

"Back in Eden, my mum used to sing this lullaby," Simon said, "I'm not really sure where she heard it from, but whenever I have trouble sleeping, she'd always sing it next to me."

"Could you...help to sing it for me?"

—

As Simon taught the song to Rocky, the little alien soon picked up the notes and replicated it as best as he could. Perched next to the cot, Rocky sat down and sang the gentlest, sweetest, and loving tunes that Simon hasn't heard since his mum was gone.

Ten minutes passed by. The single fluorescent light started to fade from Simon's eyes. And as he drifted into slumber, he swore he felt a familiar warm touch on his ragged hair.

#bloodymary #bloodymary drabble #bloodymary drabbles #simonrocky #???#simon x rocky??? not really #no beta read we die like simons brothers #<- stole that joke from someone in a discord server i'm in

douggydraws

Are there any sleeper agents in the Bloodymary fandom, please please pleaseeee my ass has been thinking about LCB Sinners Ryland and Simon.

douggydraws

whatever, go my LCB Sinners Ryland Grace and Simon

#bloodymary #bloodymary fanart #ironmary #limbus company oc #can't be arsed to colour them #asking my bestie to colour it for me teehee

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