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Edit: There's a small mass on my cat that the vet said seemed cancerous and that it should be removed as soon as possible, so I'm turning this into Vet commission sale. I also do 15$ colored sketches. I'd also appreciate donations and shares.
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Stratt: So your the man who's been mutated? Im curious to see what did this to you.
Simon: You don't want that.
Stratt: Did I ask you to speak for me?
Ava in Simon's head: Butcher. Butcher, listen to me. This is important. Probably more important than the Black Box.
Ava: I need you to get on your hands and knees and beg for her to spit on us.
Ava: Simon. Simon. Listen. I need this woman to bury us in the ground.
Grace wouldn't stop nipping at his burns so he got The Cone Of Shame.
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My cat recently had surgery and while she's still on pain meds, she wont need her Cone, but will eventually for the itching. I think Anthros would have an altered version of The Cone so they can still face forward and being tall enough that they couldn't really reach over very well. This means they (Grace) would need help getting itchy spots on his head. I guess they could also wear a muzzle but The Cone is so much funnier.
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Lost and Found AU. May change the name later idk.
Curly got skin graphs as soon as they got him stabilized. It's mostly Grace's, but some of it is Simon's (from his non-mutating side). Grace is running out of clothes.
Relationship wise, uhhh..
Adrian, Rocky, and Grace are in a Asexual Polyromantic thing.
Grace is in some sort of relationship with Simon (neither are for sure what it is yet). Simon is fairly close to Adrian.
Curly is just here for the vibes (and treatment). He's friends with everyone to some extent but him and Simon tend to but heads often. They get along (+ Rocky) when it comes to trash talking Grace's piloting skills.
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TBH i just wanted to draw some traumatized dudes with dead crews (and Simon) as furries.
Simon:
Curly:
Simon: Rocky, If I ever complain about anything, I give you permission to murder me.
Rocky: Rocky will make it as painful as Rocky can.
Rocky, wearing one of Grace's coats over his ball: Rocky Whisper.
Simon: What?
Rocky: Rocky has 'The Goods'.
Rocky, pulling out photos of Grace doing all sorts of things like a drug dealer selling crack: 100$ per pop.
Rocky: Rocky has been trying photography! Very hard. Rocky no see Color.
Grace: I'm sure they're great, bud. Can I see?
Rocky: *Shows prints of photos specifically only of Simon's chest and butt*
Rocky: 500$.
You know what would be funny? If we added Curly from MouthWashing into this just cuz. Man's already collecting everything in space to kiss on the (metaphorical) mouth, may as well add a lipless dude into the mix. He could use a good smooch from a soft nerd.
Rocky: Grace friend! Rocky learn new word from thinking machine!
Grace: Awe that's great bud! What is it?
Rocky: :)
Grace: H-
Grace: How did you do that?
Martyr
There you have it chat. I drew them, albeit as furries. Maybe I'll draw them being soft in the future. I could use the practice.
Anyways, your welcome.
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Simon: So your name is Grace?
Grace: As I've said many times before, yes.
Simon: And we're on the Hail Mary.
Grace: Mhm.
Simon: So... it's the Hail Mary full of Grace?
Grace:
Simon:
Grace: OH MY GOD-
Link is a convict from earth, sent on a mission (willingly for Zelda) to save the stars (and die). He's got the qualifications (barely), but it's hard doing it alone. Thankfully he meets an alien he's named Marin (she's the color of his childhood dog he loved as a kid). After they save earth and go (return) to Erid, the Eridians set him up with a sweet new dome to live out the rest of his days comfortably (oc he's got a job, he's teaching kids. He likes kids).
At some point Marin finds out while they were gone they got a visitor from a place with no sun or stars, but life still thrived (in a way). The scientist decided to study them and their ship to see if they can make a plan B. You know. Just in case. They had an atmosphere and set up almost exactly like Link's (explains why they built his so fast), but instead of his blue grey ocean, this life form required an ocean of blood. It took them QUITE some time to figure that out.
At some point this new (old) guy gets some Dry Erase markers and draws some eyes on his helmet and will draw a mouth according to his mood that day. It's generally happy.
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Rav can pick up on chemical differences with his many feelers and is able to roughly translate sounds and their intentions. No one knew about his freaky mouth and he makes Marin sweat not to tell anyone.
At first Rav isn't sure if the atmosphere is safe, so he uses what little blood his tank is basically pumping out to refill his helmet (he's figured out he can breath blood in awhile ago) until the rock creatures replicate it. Even when he does, hes to nervous about his changing body (even if it's stopped since coming out of the other side of the fissure) to take it off. Plus the radiation only recently started to die down. He finally does after awhile (in Link's bathroom) and finds out he can basically pass as still human (save for the long feelers on his head). His skin is very flabby and can be stretched out, and he's got a splitting headache constantly (and he's sprouting fingers almost everywhere), but everything can be roughly hidden (save for the antenna, his mind goes a bit numb when they aren't out in the open and he feels VERY claustrophobic).
He's also not trying to think of everyone as food (Link is leaning towards mate tho).
At some point he turns into a sea angle/Bunny thing that the Eridians care for like a pet fish (turns into a blood creature after he returns to his universe with Link and Marin, trying to help his people). He's mostly not there, but he always sees Link as a mate (sea slugs are hermaphrodites fun fact) and Eridians as possible food that feeds him so he won't eat them. Most of his bones are free floating save for his skull that's been split into 4. Hilda hasn't shown Link the X-rays and that there's no chance of him returning. Her science team (both human and Eridians) are thankfully keeping this from everyone.
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Originally wanted to make one more of them interacting but I kinda need to lock in a bit if I wanna hit 6 pieces for Art Fight this month cuz I'm hella slow.
I don't like drawing rocks so I bullshitted Marin's design. She looks like a fruit. And yes. I did draw Ravio first.
Grace, after accidently being horribly bitten by Simon and taking a month to recover: Again.
Simon/Rocky: Wut.
Zelda: Is this message from Ravio?
Link: Nah. He's gotta a pretty obvious text style. He uses the old emojis like ':D' at the end of every message.
Link: It was annoying at first but it's whatever now.
Zelda: Like-dead ass?
Link: Yeah? He really likes ':)'. Like constantly uses them.
Zelda:
Zelda: Are you fr rn?
The Devil's Grace in God's Blood
Fandom: Zelda ALBW/Link's Awakening, Project Hail Mary, Iron Lung
Pairing: Ravio/Link. Marin/Link (Romantic only)
Warnings: Mentions of triggering things. Triggering Themes. Unwanted body alterations (morphing). Self-Harm mentions. Self-deprecation. Link licking things he probably shouldn't b/c he's gotta know if its a bone or a rock. He's just gotta.
This fic prompt is free to use! All I ask is that you credit me for the idea of the prompt should you use it and send me a link to the work! Im not gonna use these myself, probably.
Summery:
“With the loss of our Scientist, I’ll be going instead.” Zelda said as if half the world didn't need her right at this moment. “I’m the only one who knows what’s what and is equally prepared.” except she was just as important here on earth, far more important than the likes of him. They both knew this.
He swallowed. “No. I’ll go.” She opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off. “Don't turn this into a shouting match like when we were little. I’ll go. I’ve been following right behind you the entire time so I’ll be just as useful.”
“Link… No…” She was trying to keep herself together, but her eyes told him everything.
“Zel, you're needed here. I’ll go. I'm prepared.” He nearly had the qualifications, if minoring in Molecular Biology while studying Archeology before becoming a convict after beating a well-loved professor half to death was worth anything. He only got out because she said he needed his knowledge and instincts on this. That the sentence wouldn't matter much when life on earth was dying. She was right that they needed him. Just not for what she had thought.
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He was being sentenced to death, he knew. He’d known for a long time. Normally, an Engineer, a woman at that, would have never been placed in prison for so long, even when the crime was heinous, since they were a precious recourse on both Eden and the COI. At most, they’d be made to work longer hours after a slap on the wrist, but he’d been here for far too long for that. Ever since that man started whispering in her ear.
He knew what that can was for. They didn't want him to come back. He’d wondered if she’d cry for him when she got the news. Probably, at least in some capacity as they were quite close until recently. Usually he cried for the both of them… but not anymore. She’d have to do it on her own.
If he happened to come back, they’d just send him back down again and again, until he didn't come back at all. He felt resigned to his fate, for some reason. Like he deserved this for not trying hard enough to keep him away from her. Like this was his penance. But he also couldn't help but want to return and take her away from all of this. But that was impossible. They’d all die soon, likely. He’d just be going sooner than her.
As the Iron Lung lowered into the sea of red, he placed the poorly made bird of scrapped old yellowed fraying fabric on the dashboard. He took in a deep breath, a futile attempt to settle his nerves, as the tank hit the water and breathed out.
“Lets do this Sheerow.”
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Despite all odds, both make it out alive, both changed for better or worse. But one’s story is not yet over. He still has a role to play.
Notes:
Took me putting him as a feature on this year's ArtFight for me to finally sit down and get a ref done. It's been 10 years since his last one.
At some point I'll have to do 'Conrad's too.
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