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[threshasketch]

Bloody Mini Mary AU: canon divergent from Iron Lung's giant eyeball scene. | Part 1 |

Grace and Rocky have found a tiny submarine with a tiny Simon inside, and they're bemused but admiring the cuteness. Simon, meanwhile, is having a bit of a tiny crisis...

[threshasketch]

Bloody Mini Mary AU: canon divergent from Iron Lung's giant eyeball scene. | Part 2 |

Turns out Simon was hallucinating some of that, and he was actually seeing the giant shiny eyes of one Dr. Captain Ryland Grace—who is so incredibly huge that Simon thinks he's got to be viewing an angel.

[arc852]

My Miracle, Your Curse 1/?

Summary: Simon finds himself alive, missing an arm, and still on the sub. But outside of his prison is music and a voice promising him safety. Despite himself, he decides to believe it.

Or; Simon ends up on Erid, somehow only 5 inches tall.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, and death

Word Count: 1349

AO3 Link

It's finally time! Gtjuly is finally here! This is the first chapter of my bloodymary g/t fic, which I am very excited about. It's a bit of a short one but the coming chapters will be longer.

I used the day 9 prompt Miracle as inspiration for this chapter! So I hope you all enjoy!

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 By some miracle, Simon found himself waking up.

 He hadn’t expected to wake up again, when blood had filled the sub so completely and he was forced to rip his own arm off, he thought that had been it. He hadn’t wanted to go, of course, he had wanted to live. But by the end, he had more or less accepted his fate. Accepted the fact that the blood ocean was going to take him.

 So waking up almost felt more like a dream than real life.

 He felt himself breathing. He could feel his heart beat in his chest. He didn’t want to open his eyes though. It could be another trick. He didn’t want to open his eyes and see red. Or…or nothing at all.

 But eventually, Simon’s need to know for sure won and slowly, he peeled his eyes open.

 He was on the sub.

 Simon blinked, swallowing thickly as his eyes scanned the small space. It wasn’t filled with blood and those weird…growths? Tendrils? Whatever they had been, those were gone too. But the damage to the sub was still very much there. The radio was busted and dripped with leftover blood, the window was still cracked, the chair was basically folded in half…

 But it was all still there.

 Simon used the wall behind him and stood on shaky legs. He groaned as his head throbbed and lifted a hand to rub at it. He glanced over at the wall and, somehow, the last light for his oxygen was still on.

 Nothing was making sense.

 Was everything that had happened to him some hallucination? Had any of that been real? Was this real? Simon groaned again as another throb of pain flared up, but this time it came from his left shoulder. He looked down at it.

 His left arm was gone.

 Simon’s breathing became erratic as he clutched at where his arm used to be. It throbbed but it wasn’t bleeding. It seemed closed up but Simon was more worried about the fact that his arm was gone in the first place. What was going on? If his arm was gone then everything that Simon remembered had actually happened. But if that was the case, how was he still alive?

 Simon didn’t have much time to think about that though as the ship suddenly lurched. Simon stumbled, clinging to one of the pipes so he didn’t fall over. He just barely managed to keep himself up right but now his thoughts were on what that was.

 Was he still in the blood ocean? Was that…creature back? Simon ran over to the camera button and pressed it.

 Nothing happened.

 Simon blinked and pressed it again. And again. And again and again and again-

 He hit the button hard when he came to the realization that it was broken, slamming his fist into it several times. His breathing was still coming out heavier than normal and in the back of his mind he knew he should be trying to be breathing less, to save his oxygen, but he couldn’t stop. How was he supposed to navigate if he didn’t have his f****** camera?

 He turned back around and went over to his controls. The entire console was dead, not a single green number or red light turned on. No matter how many times he thrusted the handle forward or turned the dial. He really was completely screwed.

 The ship lurched again and Simon hung on tight with his one remaining hand on the console in order to keep himself steady. The movement almost had him slamming his head right into it but he just managed to stop himself from furthering the concussion he was sure he already had. His eyes darted around the dark sub, wondering what he could do, wondering if there was even anything left he could try.

 He had somehow gotten another chance. And he desperately wanted to live.

 Simon turned around and once again looked over the entirety of the sub. He tried to think but his head was still throbbing, making it a difficult thing to do. The only sound he could hear was the beating of his own heart, his quick breathing, and…

 And…

 Music?

 Simon blinked, straining his ears. He had to be hearing things, there was no way he was hearing music of all things. That was impossible, that was crazy-

 He heard it again, a string of notes, a melody, distant but there.

 Simon glanced over at his radio but it wasn’t coming from there, the thing was still busted and the light remained firmly off. But if it wasn’t coming from his radio, then where was it coming from?

 Was it…coming from outside?

 Simon carefully walked over to one of the walls and shakily placed his ear to it, listening. It was hard to make out from the thick layers of the sub but the music was a bit more clear like this. And it definitely was music. Not any kind that Simon was used to, it seemed to flow and stop in strange ways but it was, undoubtedly, music.

 Simon stayed like that for a moment, just listening to the tune. His eyes welled with tears as he just took a moment to be.

 How long had it been since he had simply rested?

 The music turned a bit sharper, a bit faster and there were other noises that followed. It sounded like strange thuds, a lot of them in quick succession. It almost sounded familiar and Simon racked his brain for what it reminded him of. Footsteps? But of someone with more than two legs, like some sort of animal. Or maybe a group of people? But it was also too heavy to be footsteps. They fell hard against the earth and, with him up against the ship like he was, Simon could feel the slight shake of the sub in tune to each thud.

 But if they weren’t footsteps, then what were they?

 Simon didn’t have the chance to think more on that as another sound cut through the music and thuds. Something that caused him to jump up, his eyes snapping open.

 A voice.

 “Hello, tiny human alright, question?” The voice said in a strange tone. Simon’s breathing once again became erratic and he snapped his head over to the radio. But the voice hadn’t come from there, it had come from outside the sub.

 “H-Hello?” Simon croaked out, his voice barely above a whisper. His throat hurt, probably from him coughing up blood earlier. He was worried the voice wouldn’t be able to hear him but he was proven wrong.

 “Yes, yes, yes! Hello! Tiny human alright, question?” The voice repeated and Simon blinked, finally processing exactly what the voice was saying. Tiny human? What? He shook his head, now was not the time to be focused on the voice’s choice of words.

 “Is…Is this real?” Simon asked instead of answering. He needed to know, he desperately needed the voice to be real and not a hallucination or-or a trick from that creature.

 The voice was silent for a moment and Simon pushed his ear back against the wall in order to hear better. “...Yes. Is real.” The voice was slower now.

 Simon’s cheeks felt wet. “Promise?” Simon’s voice broke on the word. He needed this, he needed the confirmation.

 “Adrian promise. Adrian is real. Tiny human safe. Promise.” The voice, Adrian, said and Simon finally broke down, silent sobs making his shoulders shake. He was still leaning against the side of the sub as he curled in on himself and cried.

 Some part of him told him this could still be a trick. That Simon was dead or close to it. That he was still in that blood ocean and the creature had him in its grasp and was toying with him.

 But Simon wanted this to be real so bad. He held onto the voice, to the promise it made, and felt his chest fill up with hope once again.

 Safe. Safe. Safe.

 He chose to believe it.

[glade-constellation]

Finally, Conversation

When the tiny fish guy you nabbed out a of a blood-filled submarine free floating in space finally get comfortable enough to share his interests with you and you suddenly understand cuteness aggression.

Loosely based on Displaced by SpaceBugArts, Our House by KyloBlue, and Once Upon A Starship Weary by Orderly. I've had those three fics open and refreshed daily. Good food.

(Stills under cut!)

[x-monochrome-x]

@smolbugarts's zero g shoulder ride scene from Displaced

little fishy simon bite (and human sized fishy simon bite!!)

and simon hair washing scene from @orderly-ao3 's Once Upon A Starship Weary

if you like any of these sketches and want a 18+ g/t bloodymary space to hang in, join @kodared 's discord!!!

[smolbugarts]

Chapters 5 and 6 are up for Displaced! Finally done editing, I can work on writing again >:]

[smolbugarts]

First two chapters are posted now, I officially think I'm done editing them!

Come get y'all's soup!!!

[avisitor160721]

Sickness.

Astrophage, star eaters.

The sun is a star.

Au by @lairongy

[Something something Grace is a star. pls ignore the artsyle inconsistency :p]

[justalittle-luck]

BloodyMary Gt part 1

what’s the best kind of Bloody Mary g/t

Tiny Simon: shrunk by entering Graces universe through a wormhole

Giant Simon: grown to Ellie’s size in the blood ocean

Simon is Human sized / Grace is tiny

Voting ended onJun 17

[justalittle-luck]

Bloody Mary gt poll part 2

what’s the best kind of Bloody Mary gt?

Tiny Grace: borrower from Earth (like Grace by Inches)

Tiny Grace: Human shrunk by strat and sent on the ship to save resources.

Tiny Grace: COI borrower

Grace should be human sized or bigger

Voting ended onJun 11

[smolbugarts]

Only 2 g/t Bloodymary fics on AO3... I need more I need it injected directly into my bloodstream STAT AAAAAAAA

[smolbugarts]

Writing my own fuck it we ball 😎

[smolbugarts]

QUESTION: Simon is passed out in the sub and has been transported to another dimension (at a much smaller scale than the one he's used to >:]) and thinks he's dead and/or hallucinating. What is the funniest/angstiest point in the movie for him to get isekaied from bc I gotta decide how messed up he's gonna be when Grace finds him

[x-monochrome-x]

very inspired by @kyloblue's g/t bloodymary fic Our House (please read it its so peak) + also check out In the Light (Still Below) on ao3 (not sure who to tag for this but their fic is also wonderful and follows a similar premise to the aforementioned) uuuumm. im back

[kyloblue]

OOOOHHH MMYYYY GODDD WHAT A TREASURE TO RUN INTO BEFOEE I GO TO BED! OOHH MY DAYS! IM GEEEKED!!!

you have such a lovely art style oh my WORD!

[katn3y]

I've been obsessing with reading BloodyMary g/t fanfics recently, seriously all of it is so good. I read Our House (Absolutely amazing work btw, LOVE that you decided to give Simon some weird ass mutations!)

Spoliers & a LOT of blood (no wounds tho)

In this scene Grace gets a full ass shot of Simon when he's fresh out of the can of human soup

[ittybluebell]

i found this AMAZING giant/tiny bloodymary fanfiction on AO3 written by @smallification, and i love it so much!

the fic is In the Light (Still Below) by rockification

brief summary: Simon is tiny, and Grace and Rocky find the little SM-13 floating in space. Grace is a giant, and naturally, Simon is terrified (lots of great moments! please, check it out!)

i was inspired to make art of it!

i call these:

"Through A Pinhole", version one (the draft):

(i made the draft before re-reading the fic; some details are fudged)

and,

"Through A Pinhole", version two:

this is the final version, where i re-read the fic and triple-checked everything - from the controls of the rover to simon's number of arms - for the sake of being more accurate!

close-up of The Eye under the cut (and some notes)

AKA, Grace being nosey (and the most terrifying thing in the world)

*on my knees, praying* please look at all the lights and doohickeys. please look at the reflections in grace's eye. please notice that i made his eye resemble the earth. please see the parallels to the eyes in Iron Lung

aaand here's the back of simon's head. just because

when making the first draft, i originally drew simon with his arm and then made this whole joke about having to chop it off again, so i redrew him without the arm - but TURNS OUT, i had to glue that sucker back on! i got my continuity mixed up

look: i even kept the arm! (i was too attached. unlike simon)

[ittybluebell]

hmmmm. i'm cooking something up here...

i'm obsessed with Project Hail Mary lately, and my lifelong obsession with The Borrowers and g/t in general is giving me Ideaaass

i'm thinking... borrowers living in grover cleveland middle school. a few families with kids - five kids, to be specific (i've already planned them out) - who are utterly fascinated by ryland grace's lessons. these kids sit in the walls or ceiling, looking through the vents and learning all sorts of things that borrowers typically never even hear about. their parents know, of course, and tell them to be so careful - especially around that science teacher

then... one of those borrower kids gets caught. it's an accident; they didn't mean to fall. over the years, that spot in the ceiling had built up water damage until the fateful moment when-!

Grace walks in, juggling papers and not noticing at first - until he looks up. There is a tiny child clinging to the model he made of the sun. They could fall! It's just string and paper, not meant to hold any weight! Grace scrambles to get a chair and he steps up, trying to reassure this terrified kid tinier than his hand as he rescues them like a kitten in a tree and quickly sets them on his desk. He's in shock. He's in awe! A teeny little person, real and breathing and-!

But they're just a kid; they're scared. He takes a seat.

"You're not one of my students," he says, peering down his nose and over the rim of his glasses. "Are you?"

The kid is speechless. Grace looks at the ceiling again - at the little hole in the tile behind the projector. He makes a comment about getting that fixed. Then, he says, "What were you doing all the way up there? You can't live on the sun, don't you know?"

Unable to help herself, the kid blurts, "I know that! I was waiting. I didn't mean to fall."

Grace asks, "Waiting for what?"

The kid grows shy, mumbling her answer as she scuffs a shoe on the desk.

Grace didn't hear her; he asks her to repeat herself, cupping a hand around his ear. 

"For you!" she shouts, cheeks cherry tomato red.

"For me? Wha- why would you-" Grace pauses. He blinks a couple times. "Unless... you are one of my students, and I just didn't know it. Is that right?"

Meekly, the teeny kid nods.

Before he can ask anything else, the bell rings.

aaand that's all for now :P gotta save some for later!! currently, it's just some rough scene drafts (i write *officially* in past tense) and a bit of character blurbs. but i like this idea! gentle giant grace with some borrower kiddos!! it's the perfect amount of wholesome.

our five kids in the roster are:

Autumn (15), the most responsible and most aware of the danger humans pose (that doesn't stop her from enjoying their lessons).

Brook and Clay (13), twins and - of course - troublemakers; Brook finds school boring while Clay is her stark opposite (he's a space nerd).

Dewey (12), Autumn's anxious younger brother who loves everything dinosaurs - and reading in general.

And Eden (9), our Patient 0 for being discovered; she is the least scared of humans and the baby of the group. She sneaks off on her own far too often.

i literally made a list going A, B, C, D, and E and then came up with fitting borrower names lmao. they're all named after something you would feasibly find or know of in a school setting. brook and clay were going to be brook and creek, but i didn't like how creek sounded as a name (i made up an inside-joke that brook's parents were going to call her 'brick' but changed their minds; clay teases her about it)

it took me forever to find a name for eden. she was gonna be eve - short for 'evening', specifically - but that was too close to eva, whose name is already an allusion to eve, the scapegoat, soooo (edit: i finally watched Iron Lung. i unknowingly made a bloodymary reference with 'eden')

[kyloblue]

Our House.

A BloodyMary G/T Fanfiction. Chapter 2/6 Wordcount: 2,994 / 5,191 First chapter here! -> CH.1

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Convict at some point was taken from his blood moon, now freshly mutated and... Tiny. Tiny by Grace's standards of course, alternate universes don't always mean the same scale of everything. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Cross-posted on both AO3 and Tumblr! I hope you Enjoy!

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…Which is where Grace found himself now staring at the sub on his table. He should have asked Rocky more questions before giving him the cold shoulder.

 He laid his head on the table; he really was an aloof scientist at heart. 

He had turned one of his rooms into a mock science lab a few months ago when the Eridians began bringing him samples, but he was at a loss for where to start. 

He had the equipment to open the sub, but he didn’t know what to expect when he actually opened it. He halfheartedly hoped the creature inside (or human?) would attempt some means of communication before he did so, but it was concerningly quiet. As if devoid of life entirely. 

Adding to the inner turmoil, the longer he sat thinking about it, the less time he had to rescue whatever was inside. If he kept sitting and staring at it, the oxygen inside could very well be going down. Rocky had said the internal atmosphere was the same as Grace's, so he should be okay to come out if Grace opened it. 

At the cost of definitely scaring the dickens out of the creature inside. 

Grace sucked in a sigh through his teeth and resolved himself to try to communicate first before he went popping the thing open. If he were a small, little, intelligent lifeform in a different place, he’d want to be talked to first. That's given it’s going to understand him at all. 

He tapped the side of the sub, very professional. 

“Heeyy… Little buddy, if you're in there, assuming you are and you can speak English and understand me, you gotta give me some sort of sign… At least before I go hacksawing into the side of your little sub, it’s a sub, right?” 

His hand stayed in front of the sub where he tapped, now awkwardly resting halfway on the sub as if petting it. It was cold to the touch and, most of all, damp with the blood on it. He was still confused about how it had blood coating it in the first place. 

Grace inwardly cringed at his wording. It was awkward and clumsy, but what else could he do?! He didn’t have a lot to go on; he didn’t even fully know if they spoke English! 

He also had too many questions about the reasoning why it was in a submarine to begin with; submarines weren’t built for space travel. If Rocky was honest in finding it on a moon, why a sub? Why not a vessel built for space travel-...

Before Grace could continue pondering in his head, a bright flash of light came from the front of the sub underneath his hand. Lighting up his skin red and momentarily causing him to freeze as he withdrew his hand as quickly as possible. That was something, that was communication! Whatever was inside had some basic form of understanding! 

Intelligence!! Real evidence of more intelligent life apart from Rocky was right in front of him! 

…And whatever he had flashed at him started to hurt too, ow! He shook his hand around to get the stinging out from underneath his skin. Grace didn’t mind all too much though; it was just a dull aching pain in his hand that was closest to the sub. A defense mechanism, maybe? Why did a sub need that anyway? 

Whatever was inside did not want him touching the sub, not that he really minded as long as he had to get him somehow out of the thing. He couldn’t imagine it had much room inside, or much more oxygen. 

      “Alright! That’s a start! Whatever that thing on the front is, it packed a bit of a punch. If I were you-sized, that would have really, really hurt.” 

He turned to his desk drawer and pulled out a few supplies to get the little guy out, or girl. Yeesh, that was a whole other can of worms. That conversation with Rocky was long and confusing. He hoped whoever was inside had preferred pronouns; he had to stop assuming every alien life was a guy. 

Whatever was in the sub clearly didn’t like what he was saying because it flashed another bright light. This time, Grace wasn’t close enough to really feel it. 

      “Not that I meant it didn’t hurt! Your light beam is very strong, I'm sure. I'm just a big guy,” 

He scanned the tools he’d gathered. He didn’t want to hurt whatever was inside by being too rough, but he didn’t have many options. He had an abrasive cutter, and he was sure he could hook up his water jet across the room. Only issue with the water jet is he would absolutely drown the creature inside, so that was a no. 

On the other hand, his abrasive cutter was smaller and would work, but it was much too loud. It was loud to his ears, and he wasn’t supposedly hand sized with little ears more sensitive to noises. 

He shelved both ideas, as much as he hated being so barbaric, he would have to use his diagonal clamp cutters and hope the metal wasn’t thick enough to not let him through. It would look scary, but it would do the job and hopefully not hurt what was inside. 

He’d never been more grateful for having this many tools at his disposal. Rocky had given him plenty to work with after he came to Erid and showed interest in cutting open various rocks and samples. 

“Alright buddy, here’s what im gonna do,” 

He pressed the sharp side of the cutters to the top of the sub where he saw the most welding, hoping to find a weak point to jab into. 

“I’m gonna get the lid off of this thing, then you and me can have a proper chat and hopefully get you some fresh air, just uh… Back from the middle if you can.” 

To emphasize his point even if it didn’t understand him, he hit the middle of the sub. Not too hard, but enough to hopefully scare it away from the center. He’d rather it be scared for a few moments than hurt by Graces haphazardly cutting. 

Grace could hear a brief sound, it was quiet and he’s sure he would have missed it if he wasn’t already stock still and silent. He heard the sound of something moving before another bright flash came from the light in front of the sub, and another, and another… 

He wasn’t happy at all with the predicament it seemed, Grace's eyebrows pinched together in concentration. 

“I know, I know… If i didn’t have to do it this way i wouldn’t.” 

He murmured quietly before pressing the tips of the cutters into the sub, thankfully they were sharp enough to weasel between the welding. Bringing more questions to Grace’s mind. Why was it so easy to get into in the first place? Not that he was complaining, but he would prefer the creature inside to have had a safer mode of transportation from wherever he was from. 

More flashes of light came from the front, one right after another as if panicked. Grace paused his cutting after getting a decent sided hole in the top. It was just enough room for him to get his cutters into whenever he’d get the creature to calm down and move. He was just a little too close for Grace’s liking. 

“Alright, Alright, shhh… You’re okay, look fresh air!” 

He kept his voice low and as calm as he could manage as he backed up, letting light filter in through the little hole. He wasn’t going to press his eye to it even though he wanted to; he knew better than to stick his eye near a foreign object without goggles. 

He’d learned from sniffing and not wafting the Blip-C that Rocky threw at him all those years ago. Taking proper protection was very important. 

All this being said, he still wasn’t wearing any gloves or goggles. Great. 

He reached into his side drawer and pulled out a pair of gloves he’d had extra from Mary. While his head was down, he could have sworn he’d heard another noise. Peering up as slowly as possible, he saw a little hand sticking out from the hole. 

…A hand. A little, flesh colored hand, with webs between its fingers and small, pointed claws at the tips.

He couldn’t help himself; he’d let out a gasp. That gasp was apparently enough to startle it back inside. He put on his gloves quickly as quietly as he could manage before wheeling himself closer again. 

“Hey, no no no, it’s alright! That was a good gasp! Can you do that again bud?”

If he could get the creature to stick its hand back out, he could confirm it could understand him. They could establish communication just as he did with Rocky! 

He waited and waited… Nothing happened. Not even a sound came from the sub. He groaned inwardly for getting too excited and startling it away. 

“Okay… Well, I'm gonna need you to move to the front bud. I'm gonna pop the rest of the top off so you can at least get more air…” 

He went back to it, this time tapping the back of the sub where he assumed it was resting previously. Hoping to get it to the front where that light was, so he had more room to wiggle his cutters into. 

As carefully as he could manage, he pressed the cutters inside and snipped away the metal. It wasn’t as thick as he’d expected it to be, but it definitely had layers. It was almost a relief that it was easy to get into, but it made him all the more concerned just exactly why it was in this sub to begin with. 

Grace paused with basically chopping into the top of the sub to try to let the little creature inside calm down. He couldn’t imagine this process to be pleasant at all for the little guy inside. 

He chastised himself for calling it a he again. He had to stop assuming every single alien life-form he comes into contact with is a he. Granted, it’s only happened twice, but twice was more than enough. 

Setting the cutters as quietly as he could manage on the table, he carefully moved his hands to the metal he had begun to cut most of the way. He left a small flap, intending to just pull it back to open it the rest of the way. The metal was sturdy at some point, but Grace was big. Big enough to pull it open all the way without causing too much strain to his fingers.

…He was for sure going to scare whatever he was inside by doing this, but he had to get it out somehow. 

“Alrighty… Just gonna get this open the rest of the way, then we can figure out the rest…” 

Grace didn’t know if he was talking to himself now or the creature inside. His words were low and came out incredibly soft; in some world, he hoped he was being comforting. 

This all reminded him far too much of his first time meeting Rocky, that unsureness with stepping into the unknown. This creature could very well have sharp teeth and not be sentient at all. It could have already killed the original pilot of the sub for all he knew. 

He was getting too far ahead of himself. With a deep breath, he wedged his fingers underneath the metal he had already mostly cut away. His fingers began to pull the metal back; it let out a god-awful cracking sound before breaking off entirely. Clattering to the table as Grace stared shocked. 

He’d hoped it would have bent, but no, it just entirely shattered. Oh god that probably looked downright barbaric. 

“Son of a biscuit!... I’m so sorry-... I didn’t mean to do all that-...” 

Grace stared at the metal now on the table, awestruck at the brittleness of the sub. Before he could continue his apologies, he couldn’t help but wander his eyes inside the sub. Letting his sentence draw off for a few moments. 

Inside the sub was more blood to his shock, much too much blood. An unnatural amount. 

He’d seen a hand, so where was the little guy at… Grace leaned forward, now tilting his head to the side to see into the sub more clearly, and there he was. 

Grace was certain it was a he now; there was no mistaking that. 

The little creature looked human-esque, which was the most shocking to Grace at the moment. Here he was expecting some form of savagery when he finally got into the sub, but no. It was a man, or at least what looked to be one. 

He had longer hair; he couldn’t tell what color because of all the blood. Which sat at about his mid thigh, if he had to guess. He wasn’t standing, instead curled beside the console of the sub. He’d wedged himself there, it seemed, and he stared up at Grace with wide eyes. 

One of his eyes was even glowing… How could that have happened? Was he born with it? Was it an adaptation of his environment? Or just… 

His chest was rising and falling at an absurdly fast rate. That couldn’t have been good. 

“Hey, no shh… You’re alright! Nothing's gonna happen to you bud-...” 

Grace cut himself off as he saw the little man's eyes roll back in his head, now thunking against the console with a dull thud. Slouching more into the blood, Grace now could see those clawed hands clutching his own forearms. 

“...-dy… Shit.” 

The human part of Grace's mind yelled at him to leave him alone to wake up; the other side told him this was the perfect time to get him out and hopefully get him somewhere more comfortable. 

He was naming this side the scientist side of his brain because there was also an itch to see just how many more adaptations he had that differed from himself. 

With a deep groan, he resolved himself to the science side. He carefully tipped the sub on its side, careful not to get more blood on him. Which was proving to be hard, as he tipped it, the blood pooled onto Grace's table. He didn’t find himself caring as he finally saw the little guy's upper body poking closer to the opening. He reached in and carefully pressed his forefinger to his chest.

…Bu-dump… Bu-dump…

Oh, thank god he was alive. 

As carefully as he could manage, he slid him out the rest of the way onto his other palm. Now cradling his form, he could see him much more clearly. 

First of all, he was small. Grace knew he would be small, so it wasn’t a big shock, but he was also exceptionally built, which was something he did not expect from someone so small. He was about 6 inches tall, if he had to guess, but there was another thing to consider about his height. 

He had a tail, an honest-to-God tail. It was slimy, and Grace really tried not to poke at it, but it rested against his hand, as carefully as he could manage. He turned his hand to roll him onto his side. 

The creature's tail was slimy, and it resembled that… Well, now that Grace was looking at it, it didn’t look like much of a Salamander's tail at all. It was armoured ever so slightly. Grace used his finger from his other hand to run it along its tail. Not even regarding the man in his hand much anymore. 

…Even as he stirred. 

His tail was armoured, and honestly, it reminded Grace more of a pleco. Black, and as Grace ran his finger along it, he could see red highlighting it as well. Little photophores lit up as well, glowing ever so brighter. It was a faint white color, which he could only assume was so dim because of the blood making everything so slimy. 

Photophores! He was some form of sea creature! Grace could have assumed as much with all the fish-like features. His eyes dragged up his back, taking note of the little fins on his back; there were two. A smaller one on his lower back, and a larger one about in the middle of his shoulder blades. 

It looked like he could flare them in and out if he so wished. Grace was thankful he seemed to be resting. Otherwise, those little fins would have packed a punch into his hand. They looked sharp too. 

Little photophores also lit up along his spine and on his arms. It was hard to tell with all the blood sticking to his skin, but it looked like his left arm was slightly more armoured than his right… Was that another adaptation? What was so different about his left arm than his right? 

Alright, Grace. That's enough gawking at the scientific marvel in his hand. He pulled his finger away and finally stood. He was going to wipe him off with a towel and wait for him to get up on his own. It seemed like he was alright in his atmosphere, so Rocky was right in that department, but he didn’t want to risk water. 

The little creature in his palm stirred a little before settling again. Grace didn’t notice it again. 

Meanwhile, Simon missed the slight petting on his back and arms. He wondered how long he could get away with pretending to be asleep. He was much too keen on soaking up the warmth from his savior, his own personal heaven. 

He hated how he got welcomed into heaven, but this guardian seemed kind enough. Much too kind than what he deserved. 

He hoped to see his brothers again soon.

[kyloblue]

Working up a little PHM x Iron Lung G/T fanfic and I wanna make Simon a little fish-like creature...

Especially since he got some of that blood in him towards the end of the movie, it would make sense within the canon of mutations caused by the blood.

Pondering pondering pondering...