˚.⋆☾ KyloBlue ☽⋆.˚

˚.⋆ SideBlog for @KodaRed ! ⋆.˚ Strictly He-Him. EST Timezone! ⟡ Made for Reblogging and Rambling about Current fandoms ⟡ Current Fandom: PHM & Iron Lung.

[kyloblue]

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Intro AND masterlist!

Hello!! I'm Koda behind the screen, and I wanted to properly make one of these since I have one for my main profile! On this profile, I go by Kylo, but my name is Koda!

My main -> @kodared

I'm going to college to be a teacher, so my activity may spike during the summer and spring, and has a chance of going down when the semester gets busy!

I truly do appreciate any and all forms of interaction, so in the future, there will be a Discord link here for you all to talk to me one-on-one if you wish!

My Tumblr DMs are also ALWAYS open!

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PHM x Iron Lung G/T - OUR HOUSE -

AO3 LINK -> CLICK ME!

TUMBLR CHAPTERS -> CH.1 / CH.2 / CH.3 / CH.4 /

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[ittybluebell]

i have bloodymary brainrot, and my head is chock-full of g/t worms. here's the brainstorming process for my latest fic idea (and a scene i wrote):

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Grace is a borrower that survived the Quiet Rapture. He can do a little bit of everything, but is mostly tasked with electrical work (jobs that need somebody small). He was supposed to be doing repairs to the SM-13 inside the control console, but he fell and hit his head. They don't check on him before sending Simon down, forgetting or assuming that Grace got out (RIP bozo. wear a helmet next time) (Ava is pissed when she finds out and starts yelling at her coworkers)

Grace is unconscious for a while; 20+ minutes. It's a mild concussion, and it leaves him woozy and flustered. Grace wakes up either before or after the people topside bring the SM-13 back to the surface to add The Claw (not sure which)

- Either Grace wakes up BEFORE, and once they're docked, both Grace and Simon confront Ava about getting him (them) out. Ava is distressed, but she can't do that; they're welded inside and there isn't time. Simon tells her, "Look at him! All he needs is a crack. Is that so hard to do?! You can't even be fucking bothered. You're sending both of us to die, and HE-" Simon's voice cracks; he's thinking of himself, too, when he says, "He hasn't even done anything!"

- OR, Grace wakes up AFTER Simon is sent down to get a sample from the skeleton. The rover dropping so aggressively wakes him up, but he doesn't emerge until after Simon sees the 'phantom' (himself) (phantom gives credence to Grace being a hallucination) (also, it adds to Simon's loneliness and he can be all angsty about another soul sent down to die with him) (Simon can't admit that he's glad Grace is here) (because that's fucked up) (he'll probably say it anyway)

- Alternatively, Grace fell asleep while working on the SM-13 like a DUMMY (because what the fic requires is a long time for someone to pass out without brain damage) (his brains are simply scrambled)

- Secret fourth option: Grace hit his head, passed out, regained consciousness, and THEN fell asleep when he couldn't find his way out

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THE DISCOVERY (draft):

Simon hears little scratching sounds inside the control console, so he kneels down to investigate - and notices a seam on the side. He sees a screw turning. Sure that he's going crazy, Simon pinches the screw between his fingers and twists it loose, then the other screw when it starts wiggling, too. Simon swears he hears a voice - quiet or distant - and he looks to the speaker. But it's coming from the panel he loosened.

The panel creaks open, and a small man crawls out. He is dusty. He's wearing glasses with lenses that are way too big; the glasses are lopsided, one strap not even behind his ear. He's saying, "-really uncool of you guys to lock me in... there..."

He freezes when he notices Simon.

"Uh," says the tiny hallucination, "h-hello, there! You must be the new guy! Big guy... I'm- well, I'm- I guess, kiinda the electrician? I'm nobody, really. You can just... pretend I'm not even here! I'll get outta your way. Oh, do you have the time?"

"Um," Simon says, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"Oh, right." Grace straightens his glasses and dusts off his sweater. He waves. "So, hi! I'm, uh, a borrower. We're still sssort of a secret? But ever since-" Grace gestures, drawing vague shapes in the air. "Y'know... the humans have been hunting us down, making us work for the Consolidation. There's... not many of us. Gotta earn my food, now, heh." Grace looks around. He notices that one oxygen bar is down. He points at it. "That, um. That's not... supposed to be like that. What time is it? Is- is the rover ready for descent, soon?"

Oh, no, Simon thought. A spike of dread plunged into his belly.

"You're not s'posed to be here," Simon says quietly. He sat back. The little man watched him warily.

Grace says, "N- no. Well, yes! I'm a fixer-upper. I just... kinda hit my head? I don't know how long it's been... where I am..." Grace looks at the unlit oxygen bar again. Then, he noticed the closed porthole. Grace becomes a bit more frantic. He asks, "Where are we?"

Simon exhales. He glances away, then back at the borrower. The impossible little man is still there. Simon says, "Bottom of a blood ocean."

The little man laughs. It's the fakest sound, strained and desperate - and also the first laugh Simon has heard in a long, long time. "Ha! Haha! Good joke! Good one. That's- ah, heh, that's..." Grace trails off. Simon is dead serious. Grace gets a lot more frantic. "Please say you're joking. Tell me they didn't launch." Simon can't look at him anymore. Grace begs, "Please tell me they didn't forget about me!"

"I'm sorry," Simon croaks.

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more notes:

Grace is fascinated by the blood ocean. He wants to study it, but doesn't have any tools; just his big ol' glasses, which he moves forward and back from his face (nothing happens)

Grace has uncooked noodle bits in his bag as a snack. He offers some to Simon, and Simon scoffs out a laugh. Simon says, "You keep it. It'll be a waste on me."

Simon isn't 100% convinced Grace is real until they touch.

At some point, one of Grace's lenses crack; it mirrors the fracture in the porthole and the pendant (with the seedling inside)

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i have more, but that's all you're getting for now! just a taste :]

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First contact / "Are you real?" (scene)

[kyloblue]

Every now and again, as I write, I realize the reason why I do the things I do is because of my Dyslexia and my own NEEEDD to have separate paragraphs be easier to read on mobile.

It's the same reason I fear that I always separate dialogue from main paragraphs, which I haven't really seen in other fanfics..

I hope it's not like, mildly annoying to others who read my works LMAO, because above all else, I struggle the most with screens

[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]

@kyloblue come get your little freak

[kyloblue]

OU MY GODD!!!! aaahhAAAAHHG!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IMMEDIATELY SAVED TO MY PPHHHOOONNEEE!!

[gt-zel]

I drew @pudding-gt ‘s character Owen as my half of an art trade <3

[kyloblue]

Our House.

A BloodyMary G/T Fanfiction. Chapter 3/? Wordcount: 2,306 / 7,497 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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“Convict” - The butcher - Simon. 

Simon felt every brush of contact over the last few hours, yet he couldn’t bring himself to actually open his eyes just yet. His delirious mind cleared as he really took in the situation and mulled over it in his brain while the bumbling creature walked about. 

He called it a creature because there was no way it was even real. Much less a human. 

Simon felt nauseous that he had leaned into its touch at all. Gentle touches didn’t come to him without some sort of repercussion to follow or a condition. Things like that didn’t come for free, not to anyone, and especially not for Simon. 

Which led him to his hypothesis that he was most definitely not alive anymore; he was certain of it. His sub was crushed, and he felt every painstaking moment that led up to it. He somehow had his arm back as well; he would even flex his fingers now and again just to be sure. The only thing odd about it was that it felt stiffer than usual, probably from lack of moving.  

On top of that, the large creature that had moved him put him on something plush and soft. That didn’t just happen, not to a person like Simon. Someone who was regarded as a Convict and a Butcher more than his own name in his past life. 

He didn’t know if he was in an odd form of limbo before his soul got weighed, or if he was in heaven about to be sent off to hell once he was properly criticised for his choices when he lived; He didn’t know. Which terrified him almost more than if he had just woken up bound and shackled to hellfire. 

Instead, he was here. Lying atop a soft plush surface while the giant man bumbled around. He knew he was walking about because he occasionally heard him muttering—most of the time, about Simon. 

He would hear him murmuring about his injuries, and things such as his… Adaptations. Not that he knew truly what he was talking about. Had this angel not seen a human in such a long time, he had forgotten what they looked like? 

His body was growing stiff from the position he had been deposited in, his legs aching from possibly hours of lying as still as possible. He could handle the few aches and pains, especially after the hell he was put through in that ocean. 

…The room was quiet now, so silent that all Simon could hear was the ringing in his own ears. Surely he could move and take a look at the room. It would make it easier to plan what he wanted to do later if he understood the layout. Not that he could do much against a creature obeying God's orders, but he could try. He tried until his last breath in his last life to go against what that… Thing. Told him. He could do it again. 

He hoped. 

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Simon slowly and carefully moved his arms underneath his chest. Gently pushing himself up as he cracked his eyes open. 

The first thing he noticed was that the arms underneath him didn’t look like his arms at all, and he was definitely on top of a pillow. One of his arms was fleshy, which he recognised. The other was this gross amalgamation of slimy skin with a harder shell on the outside, claws poked out from his fingertips as well. He was just about to bring his other hand to touch it before a grating sound met his overly sensitive ears. 

“Body Movement Detected.” 

Simon felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as he heard the mechanical voice practically reverberate through his bones. He could tell it was intentionally made softer because his ears didn’t ring afterwards. Yet it didn’t help when he was about the size of the speaker itself. Wherever it was. 

“Body Movement Detected.”

There it was again. He sat up almost entirely now; whatever was draped on top of him slid off his shoulders, making him wince. Not at the cold, but at the feeling of it snagging onto something on his back. Whatever was piercing his mid-back hurt as the blanket hung from it. 

Simon moved to whip around and pull the blanket off of himself, freezing as he saw it finally. This must have been the thing making that noise. 

The sound that left his lips must have been pathetic because the four-pronged arm reached for him. That horrible whirring rose in volume as it got closer. Absolutely not. 

“Patient Movement is Advised Against. Injuries include Fractured ribs, Airway Injuries resulting in Oxygen deprivation-…” 

He didn’t care to listen after that; he sprang up. His legs ached as he backpedalled. His body and world lurch as he falls backwards off the plush pillow. Hitting the cold, metal table with a thunk. His back hurts horribly now. Whatever was poking at him now flattened as he landed on it; he felt like he could throw up. He squeezed his eyes shut and anticipated the pain of whatever he just landed on piercing him. 

Surprisingly, when he expected to feel whatever was in his back pierce him, it kinda just folded against his skin. At least that's what it felt like. Quizzically, he opened his eyes slowly, only to be immediately startled back into fear as he saw that dreaded four-pronged hand thing reach for him. 

His instincts kicked in quicker than his body could register, his arms pushing behind himself as he sprang up. He felt more balanced this way, his legs shaking as he backpedalled. Fighting not to slip on the slick surface of the table. Usually, he didn’t have this much of an issue walking on top of surfaces. Was it something to do with his size? Or was there stuff on his feet?? 

“Requesting aid from Captain Doctor Grace.” 

Simon didn’t have time to worry about his feet, not with that thing apparently pinging for whatever was watching over him. Grace. Of course, God would torment him by naming one of his angels after something so divine. He truly was just brought here to be tormented before his final descent. If he were to be sent to Hell, he was not going without a fight. 

His heart felt like it was inside of his throat as he felt his legs moving on their own. His senses heightened as he scanned the large plane he was deposited on earlier. It was some form of metal table, with various tools scattered about. He heard the whirring grow louder behind himself, and with the agility of a cat fresh off anaesthesia, he threw himself out of the way. Once again landing with a thunk before he practically ran on all fours behind what looked to be… A microscope? 

He craned his neck to look up at what he was hiding behind, and by all rights, it looked like it was some sort of slide microscope. His brain reeled with why exactly an angel would need such a manmade object, until something beside him flicked. 

His entire body flinched as he took a swing at whatever had moved beside his legs, only to reel back in agony as he felt both his knuckles burn and the appendage he had socked. It was attached to him. In all its slimy, twitchy, disgusting glory, it was attached to his tailbone. 

White-hot fear stroked the inside of his stomach. He wasn’t born with this. The blood. It changed him. He felt sick as if he could throw up. Visions of vomiting the vile liquid flashed across his closed eyes. When had he closed them?  

An undignified yell tumbled from his lips before he had time to really stop it. He pressed his back harder against the microscope as his chest heaved. Of course. Of course he’d be mutilated in this world. He deserved it. He yanked at it as hard as he possibly could, only causing more pain to his back and hip, the fin at the end flaring in its own protest. 

He didn’t care. He needed it off now. He knew his own pain tolerance; he could manage. His yanking only ceased as he heard the ever-so-familiar voice come from the other side of the room. His heart sank as the sound practically reverberated to his very core. 

“-He was just here!... Armando, where did he go?!” 

The angel's voice was thick with what sounded to be his best interpretation of anxiety and concern; Simon knew better. Angels were much too divine for such mortal restrictions; they saw all and knew all, which raised the question in his mind why he didn’t know where he was himself? Why ask? 

Was he playing with him? A final attempt at playing with his mortal emotions before sending him to the great beyond, where there would be nothing but hellfire? 

That blasted robot thing was going to rat him out; he knew it would. He had to find another spot to go, another spot where they wouldn’t see him for the time being. If the Angel was going to pretend he didn’t know where he was, he would do what he did best: run. 

He knew the basic layout of the table from when he had briefly glanced earlier. The area was vast, but it had a few items. Such as the microscope, a cup with a few pencils, and a tray with… Something on it. He didn’t get a good look. 

The most important thing by far, though, was if he could get something to help catapult himself; he could just barely reach another nearby table that looked to be more pressed against a wall. He could easily find more spots to hide over there. 

The ringing in his ears picked up in volume as he peered around the microscope, seeing the backside of his saviour as he seemed to be watching the robot motion to him. Armando is what he called it. Weird name for an even weirder creation. 

He could feel his body keying into his instincts by now, despite the tail he had now being an annoyance and a constant reminder of what he wished to forget. It did help with his balance quite a great deal as he tried to stay in a crouch for as long as possible.

Simon wasn’t going to wait to see his guardian angel turn to look at him. He sprang into action, his legs burning with the exertion of it all, but he could handle a little more. He didn’t have a choice. He shot himself across the metal table, his feet thunking against the surface despite his best attempt at being quiet. 

“Wh-.. Oh!-” 

Shit. Not what he wanted. Absolutely not. 

He knew ‘Grace’ saw him; he wasn’t exactly the smallest thing ever on this table, and the metal had to be the worst thing ever to be running across since it made so much noise. Without thinking anything else of it, his body dove behind a nearby cup holding various pens and pencils. His back pressed against the cool surface as he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to keep going, just a little longer. 

He waited with bated breath before peeking out; he saw what he expected. His angel was reaching for him with a tentative hand; it was closer to the table than up in the air. 

“Let’s just calm down… You’re perfectly safe… I'm Ryland, but I'm just called Grace here-...” 

The angel's voice was soft, just as practised as the last time he was speaking with that other creature. Trickery. He knew angels could be just as elusive as devils if they were to try to catch a sinner. 

He waited for the hand to get a little closer before truly putting his new adaptations to the test. Simon could feel his body shaking at the idea of what he was about to do, but if it kept the Angel stunned and away from him while he got away, he’d do anything.  

“...You don’t have to talk, by the way… I just need to move you away from that ledge there.” 

The second he saw Grace's finger get within reach, he took a swipe at them. He felt his claws connect with something; he didn’t stay in the same spot to really get a good look. He heard the sharp intake of breath before the sound of Grace jerking back.

He knew better than to strike at a benevolent being and stay in the same spot; he ran again. This time, running to a tray that sat nearby. His survey of the area earlier helped him see it. He couldn’t get a clear look at what it held, but anything would help. A pencil or a toothpick would even do the trick. 

As he ran over to the tray, he looked over the ledge of the cold metal tray and felt his heart stop. Ice-cold fear running through his veins, colder than the last pass through. Before, he had fear and hope; this had shattered that. Leaving him cold with a pit in his stomach. 

Tools. 

…Where these… No. Those weren’t… 

Simon's chest heaved as he felt his tail curling tighter behind his leg, taking a step backwards from the tray he once sought refuge behind. These were tools. Medical tools. Scalpels. Tweezers. Forceps. Even tiny scissors. The list went on as his brain supplied the details. They were even neatly placed atop a teal sheet of medical paper. Those tools. They were for the more precise butchering of people.

They would work perfectly for someone of the angels' size, but they were precise.

Perfect for Simon.

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Hope you all enjoyed! Be rest assured, the next chapter will be posted soon! But, cliffhanger for now... because i'm evil. Expect Grace and Simon Hyjinxs next chapter with more communication.

[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!

[kyloblue]

PHM x Iron lung G/T fic sneak peek!

A little sneak peek of the next chapter before I post it sometime tonight or tomorrow morning! I'm about to go out to see the backrooms, so I will not be posting it at the time I wanted to, which was gonna be around 2 PM EST. Expect it sometime tonight or tomorrow!

I appreciate all the love and support you've all given me, and rest assured, there will be a lot of Simon and Grace communicating this chapter!

[kyloblue]

i have finished the chapter!

...But i feel mean leaving on a cliffhanger, and i want to get the fourth done by tonight too so i can post both! So fret not they'll be posted tomorrow since i have the time to do so both tonight and in the morn!

Im a night owl at heart though so they may still get posted tonight who knows, depends if i stay up till 2

[kyloblue]

PHM x Iron lung G/T fic sneak peek!

A little sneak peek of the next chapter before I post it sometime tonight or tomorrow morning! I'm about to go out to see the backrooms, so I will not be posting it at the time I wanted to, which was gonna be around 2 PM EST. Expect it sometime tonight or tomorrow!

I appreciate all the love and support you've all given me, and rest assured, there will be a lot of Simon and Grace communicating this chapter!

[itsy-tidbit]

Its not great but the g/t hyperfixation is coming back tenfold and I don't know what to do, perspective and hands are so difficult and thats basically 80% of g/t...

[kyloblue]

It's been so funny and wildly endearing to me how close the g/t community really is in terms of making fanfiction and/or other medias

I've done this TWICE where I've checked someone's account after they left a comment and gone "oh hey they make work too:)!" only to IMMEDIATELY swap to "HOLY SHIT THEY MADE THIS WORK I RECOGNIZE AND LOVE! AND THEY LIKED WHAT I PUT OUT TOO! EEK!"

[tidewing22]

So I REALLY like this fic -> Hail Mary: Grace by Inches

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83599126/chapters/220277721

And decided to draw some fan art for it!

@neonthewrite I LOVE your work!

[pipinpali]

Honkk mimimi

[blueumbriel]

Choose your fighter looking ahhh

[bismuthfool]

Imagine that your knowledge of the once-lost Earth is limited to religious stories, legends about the past, rare and hard-to-find texts and images, and one tree you've seen in person... And then you're given access to nature documentaries. Would you choose sleep over watching movies?

Simon rejected sleep.

Simon is afraid that everything will be taken away from him again(((

[kyloblue]

Since i’ve had so much support for my recent PHM X Iron Lung fic i wanted to get down a clearer schedule for you guys so you don’t feel out of the loop!

I’m an assistant elementary teacher as well as working another part time job, so my time with writing during the week is scarce! BUT i do write during my breaks!

All this to say expect updates hopefully once a week on the weekends if i can finish a chapter in time! I’m really grateful for all the love i’ve gotten so far with only two chapters!!

…I feel i’m gonna lengthen this fic too to more than 6 chapters

[southofsound]

Squirmy liddle… feller…