Higgity Piggity

Bruv idk what's going on. I make some furry stuff, I'm suddenly possesed with idea of writing fan fiction. Hopefully its entertaining!

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Hello hello! I'm new to your blog so I don't know if you've answered this already, but could you please share the link to your fic "Circulatory?" I'm sorry if this is out of the blue, but I love seeing your snippets! They're so well-written! And I can't seem to find the fic by lookibg it up traditionally.

Actually thank you so much for asking! I really should have shared it sooner! But I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87224751/chapters/231021201 <--- this is the Link to chapter one of Circulatory (:

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Sample Test

Grace softens, just a bit, when they enter the med bay. He speaks quickly, “There’s a machine here, you’ll go on a table and it’ll make some crazy sounds, but if you can hold still, please do. It’s just taking a lot of pictures. Nothing will touch you. The more pictures we have, the better. I want to make sure you aren’t slowly secretly dying. I also might eat myself alive if I don’t find out what your deal is.” Grace chuckles.

“Grace leaky space blob. Simon spiky space blob. Is interesting.”

“It is!” Grace agrees enthusiastically. “Before you get on the slab though, open up please.” Grace has wheeled in a large microscope and box with glass slides and long cotton swabs. Grace snaps on black latex gloves, and approaches Simon with one of the long swabs. “Do I have permission to touch you?”

Simon nods, before slightly opening his mouth. Grace closes the distance and grabs Simon’s face, gently, but firmly. He hooks a finger slightly inside Simon’s mouth, and pulls his jaw open wider and tilts Simon’s head toward the light. Simon feels his ears burn red and tries to mumble something, but he’s stopped by the invasion of the swab inside his mouth and against his cheek.

Grace mumbles to himself under his breath. “Your teeth look mostly normal. They’re a bit sharp, but certainly not as sharp as whatever was happening to your face before. Your tissues all look healthy.” Simon feels Grace’s finger pressing against his teeth and lips, and is thankful Grace can’t see the blush which has spread across his face, when Grace slips the swab out and smears it on a glass slide. He drops a smaller glass square on top of the sample.

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Snippet from chapter 8 of my fic "Circulatory" on AO3. I'm going to post another snippet from this chapter, since it's a long one and I'm GIDDY about it. I hope one of yall freaks likes it too!

[beloved13579]

As someone who has seen both movies, (iron lung three times) here's a few things i see ppl get wrong/ misunderstand. (This is ment to be a tips list ,not a be all end all. Fandom how yall want!):

Simon is missing his left arm, up to the shoulder. Like at the bicep.

Simon is not just a eel, he's fused with the seed and explodes into a tree.

The seed was on the left arm, fused, reversed Pinocchioed him, and got ripped off.

He kills Elli by exploding into a fucking tree.

He met God.

God gave him prophetic visions and fucked him up. Promised Simon would live, and like a Genie, didn't specify how.

Also some time manipulation bullshit was happening.

Homeboy is played by Mark(iplire), who is Korean. (Draw him Korean you cowards /j)

Simon would not necessarily be impressed/ emotinal from looking at stars. In a flashback he's seen stars before, but knows they're ghost light. He would be grateful being able to see them again though.

He WOULD be very emotinal about any plant life. He found a new will to live when he found the little seed. He had a breakdown when the little charm cracked. (Plants represent hope)

His "job" on Eden was to nourish the last tree with the people he killed. Hence his nickname. (Uncertain, flashbacks were very quick. He was also VERY young.)

There's a lot symbolism regarding trees (the hull window crack)

Simon is resourceful and smart! Like smart smart! Let him be smart with Rocky and Grace!

Yes, Simon can be aggressive, but is only in situation where his life is threatened. He's also remorseful. He's apologetic and does want to make up for his wrongs, even if it wasn't his fault.

Simon is not religious, but he did meet an eldritch god. He even renounced the religious teaching on Eden. Hated that he didn't get a choice. (I DO love some religious angst tho)

Don't get me wrong, there's a LOT of religious/ christian symbolism

Speaking of, he had an Eden tattoo on the left side if his neck, but the COI branded(?) over it

COI = Consolidation of Iron (group of a few starship, satellites, and spacecrafts tring to pool resources to survive). Ava was the Captian of the tow ship and SM-13 execution Expedition.

Eden colony = desendents of Martians (Humans who colonized Mars) basicly a death cult. "Father" is presumably the leader.

Injuries include the bends, multiple concussion, isopropyl poisoning, super radiation, acid like burns and mutations from the blood, the effects of precieving and being precieved by an eldritch god. And lizarding his arm.

His left eye glows :3

Grace is not a coward. He thinks himself a coward, but he's not.

Like Simon, Grace did not go down without a fight. He ran, yes, but when he was being sedated he shouted how he would sabotage the mission. Do everything he can to make it fail, just so the wouldn't risk putting him on the exhibition.

He was ready to throw hands with Rocky when they first met.

He is incredibly brave. He did a space walk without training. He trusted Rocky that he wouldn't explode in the space bridge. He CLIMBED ON THE BURNING EXTERIOR OF THE HAIL MARY TO RETRIEVE THE COLLECTION DEVICE.

Grace is not a crybaby. He crys for very real, reasonable reasons! When he was betrayed? When they found a solution to save their stars? When his friend survived? When Rock gave him a way to return to Earth? It would be weird for him NOT to cry! (Edit: person in the tags you're so right)

He might be scared meeting Simon, but he would not be a coward.

Grace was a (7th grade) middle school science teacher. He was a really good one too. But that also mean he probably was cussed out before. He would not be offended/scared being cursed at. Homeboy was also on a military ship for a good minute. "Swearing like a sailor" is a phrase for a good reason.

He still doesn't curse tho. (In the movie)

Grace is still a teacher! :D

Grace had several Gs of force pressed on him getting the universe's worst concussion. Honestly wouldn't be surprised is he had a skull fracture.

Movie! Grace does not have a scar from saving Rocky. BUT! Who cares, it's sweet :3

They BOTH have a "This is bigger than me" mentality. They both risked everything to ensure the survival of humanity. They were willing to die.

It's not selfish just wanting to live.

I don't think either of them would have a problem doing anything to survive. (Eating the Taumoeba or Me-burgers)

THE ASTROPHAGE PROJECT WAS A GLOBAL EFFORT NOT JUST USA!

Rocky risked his life and almost died to save Grace. The atmosphere of the Hail Mary is toxic to him.

Rocky is NOT Grace's pet! That bitch is a sentient, very intelligent person who saved the Stars!

Rocky's only "naive" because of cultural misunderstandings and language barriers.

There were plants on the Hail Mary. Presumably, they could grow plants on Erid (?)

Markiplier is ≈5"10 and Gosling is ≈6"0 (Really doesn't matter, headcanon what you want!)

"👎" IS A COMPLIMENT IN THE PHM FANDOM! NOT RUDE!!

The Blood Moon is AT-5. Tau Ceti is the star Grace and Rocky traveled to. Adrian is the planet they get the Taumoeba from.

Adrian is named after Rocky's mate. (Popular headcanon they are MASSIVE 💖)

How BloodyMary works in my head

Space Youtubers AU

[I'm editing this as more things are said in the tags. And sorry if some of this seems opinionated, im trying to keep to facts or things that can be backed up with evidence]

[beloved13579]

Erid is still in the Milky Way galaxy

Rocky's ship is called Blip-A. It does not have an official name.

Adrian works on Grace's bio-dome.

Erid's atmosphere is mainly ammonia and the planet consists of other heavy metals. Which are deadly to humans... hence the bio dome... (now mutated Simon on the other hand 👀)

(Canon to me) Rocky mate bad as hell, statement. Adrian also big as fuck.

Elli is an amalgamation of all the scientists on the SM-8. Notable "head scientist" and "whisper" (who you can hear throughout the movie its so creepy)

Elli is NOT named in the movie. Her modeler, Molly Brown, nickednamed her.

Simon was still being irradiated inside the sub. The walls are not thick enough to stop xrays. (Seen in the manual)

[beloved13579]

Simon, Grace, and Rocky are so smart in their respective fields, but sometime so out of their depth.

Simon getting overwhelmed with Ava telling him the password was so real (also password1). Rocky eating shit in his little tunnel. Grace, at the same time, so focused that there was life on Tau Ceti that he didn't put two and two together (or notice rocky falling carapace over ass)

All three are extremely resourceful

The Blood Eel is "Elli" not "Ellie"

Simon's fear response is to FREEZE (the blood drop, hearing noises, seeing Elli on screen, seeing God, seeing himself)

Grace's fear response is FIGHT (trash can, being swarmed, being jumpscared by Rocky) and FLEE

[beloved13579]

Erid's atmosphere is primarily ammonia. The atmosphere also blocks out a majority of the light, so it's a very dark planet. Humans would not be able to see unassisted.

Hot as hell too.

The Patrova line was connected from Venus to Sol (our sun) and Treeworld and 40 Eridani (Erid's sun)

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Waking Nightmares

Simon wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep. He had only meaningfully relaxed while with Eden a few times, and each time he had it had been a sort of ceremony of appreciation for the tree. The assurance of the plants, the touch of Grace, the soft lull of the movie and the darkness of the room all combined into a potent sleepiness for Simon. But that didn’t mean he’d stay asleep.

Simon startled awake at the soft graze of fingers over his back. He hadn’t woken to Grace’s touch the night before because Grace’s hand had taken the place previously occupied by Simon’s own, but this? Simon did not casually sleep with an arm on his back.

None of that was what Simon thought upon waking, however. What he thought, was trouble.

Simon slammed his elbow into the face that was only a few inches from his in the process or whirling his arm back to grab the arm which touched him. Grace let out a strangled cry in his disorientation as Simon managed to pull Grace’s arm behind his back, swing Simon’s legs over Grace’s lower back, and leaned down to press the full weight of his chest into the taller man’s back. Simon growls into his ear. Grace still technically had one hand free, but not the flexibility to fight against his midnight attacker.

“Get OFF of ME!” Grace squirmed under Simon as recognition of that voice, of his surroundings, bloomed back into existence in Simon’s head.

“Grace?” Simon says after a far too long moment. Muscle memory still in full effect as Simon restrains Grace. “Wait, I’m sorry!” Simon quickly releases Grace’s arm and clammers off of him, their legs tangled together as they separate themselves.

“Don’t-” Grace holds the sides of his neck like he’s protecting them, “Don’t do that to me.” Grace’s voice is angry, but it also sounds heartbroken. Simon can’t see Grace’s face in the dark. The screen had long since turned off.

“I’m sorry, it was instinct, I thought you were”- I thought you were attacking me, “I’m sorry, you can keep the blankets, I’ll find somewhere else to sleep.” Simon tries to get out of the crook but Grace blocks the exit.

“Did I touch you again?” Grace asks. “While we were sleeping?” Simon’s face is awash with confusion as he nods. He realizes in the dark Grace can’t see him either.

“Y-Yeah. But still-” Grace cuts him off.

“I was in the wrong for touching you. It was unconscious for me. You were in the wrong for pinning me. It was subconscious for you. I’m not mad. I’m disappointed.” Simon can still see that Grace hasn’t let go of his neck. Of all the responses to have to getting pinned, Simon doesn’t understand why he’d clam up about his neck when Simon hadn’t even touched him there.

“But someone has.” The warm wet voice gravels in the back of Simon’s mind. I’m insane. I’m insane, I can’t be around this man. I’m going to hurt him.

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Snippet from the beginning of Chapter 7 of my fic "Circulatory"

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Movie Hand Holding

            “Do you know Ponyo?”

            Simon did not know Ponyo. Simon was deeply unprepared for how gooey cute it was to watch while Rocky prepared himself for sleep across the barrier. It had been years since Simon watched something so colorful and… frivolous. Since Simon thought about the innocence of love.

            The two men re-situated to be laying on their stomach while they finished watching the movie. Once the movie finished, Simon put on another one by Studio Ghibli.

            “Can I-” Grace whispered, but cut himself off. Simon waited, but Grace didn’t say more.

            “Can you what?” Simon asked, also keeping his voice low.

            “It’s nothing.”

            “It’s something. Spit it out.”

            They both sit quietly, watching as a cat bus vehicle thing whisks across the screen. Grace doesn’t say anything. Simon does notice him move his hand closer, pinky outstretched, until the very tip of pinky is touching Simon’s hand.

Even that small point of contact, because of the intentionality of it, makes Simon feel like he’s floating. Simon feels like it’s one of the boldest moves he’s ever made as he wraps his own pinky around Grace’s. Simon is glad they’re already laying down because he feels himself getting lightheaded. Grace presses the side of his hand into Simon’s and Simon feels like a flock of butterflies must have made residence in his stomach. He’s blushing so hard the blanket actually starts to feel too warm.

“Thank you.” Grace says softly. Both men continue to look straight forward until Grace giggles. “This is like Middle School all over again. I can’t tell you how many of my students I watched do this when they thought no one was looking.”

“Hey, you’re the one who was being cagey about it.” Simon smiles, slightly.

“It’s been a really long time.”

“You said that.”

“I don’t know if I remember how to… do this anymore.”

“I’m not sure I ever knew.”

^^^ Chapter 6 of my fic Circulatory! I've written 8.4k words in 3 days. I have a full time job. I think someone needs to take a baseball bat to my head.

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Life without Death

Plants.

“Can I touch them?” Simon whispered.

            “Sure, but be really gentle, they’re easy to uproot.”

            “Rocky not even allowed to touch containers.” The stone creature hissed behind him.

            Simon reached his hand up to carefully hold a single, round leaf between his thumb and index finger.

            “Is this… Is this what you did with your crew mates?” Simon asked carefully, thinking back to all of the mantras he has heard about their bodies becoming soil to feed the tree.

            “Oh,” Grace said equally softly, “No, we can make soil from scraps and waste. I sent the crew off into space a long time ago.”

            It started slowly. Simon tried to keep his breathing even as he felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn. He startled slightly, when he felt the first tears fall on his skin. He fought hard against what was ultimately a losing battle as he was wracked with tears. His body shook in horrible waves.

            “Hey,” Grace said gently, crouching down next to Simon, “What’s wrong? What can I do-“ Grace made and oomph sound as Simon crushed him in a hug.

            He’s shown me life again. Life without death.

            Simon balls his fist in Grace’s shirt, grounding himself in the pressure of the man’s chest against his forehead. He feels Grace hesitate over him, before tentatively resting his hands on Simon’s back. Simon’s voice is cracked, pleading, wet with guilt and pain when he speaks next.

            “I’ve killed to accomplish less than this.” He’s an Angel. He’s an Angel. He’s an angel.

^^^ Snippet from Chapter 5 of my fic "Circulatory" (:

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Lava Hacky Sack

            They’re silent while Grace mixes together more food. Simon finds out that yesterday what he had eaten was oatmeal. Today they’re having Ramen.

            “I don’t have a ton of Ramen left. I used more that I’d like to admit trying to make models to communicate with Rocky when we first met” Grace says, as he sets the bowls on the table. “And” Grace holds up a blue and green hacky sack “I brought the lava.”

            Simon just stares. He picks up the chopsticks laid next to the ramen. He takes a bite. It’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Grace faux turns away before gently lobbing the flexible ball at Simon. It hits his chest. They both look at his lack of arm.

            “After breakfast.” Grace says.

            “After.” Simon agrees.

            The ball lies on the floor as Rocky rolls back into the room. Rocky says nothing on entering, but sits down and starts… knitting?

            They sit there silently as the sound of thin metal and stone click against each other, and the two men chew and slurp their noodles. Simon can’t remember having a moment of peace like this before. Grace finishes a few minutes after Simon, and once he slurps down his last noodle, he turns and picks up the hacky sack.

            “Now that you have your hands-hand, free, this-“ he points to the object, “is lava. I did this all the time with my students back on Earth, it’s a great way to answer questions quick and simple. The person tossing asks a question, the person catching has to answer as fast as they can, pretending like the hacky sack is lava in their hands that they want to get rid of by tossing to someone else with another question.” Grace is sitting up straighter than Simon has seen so far. The memories seem to be fond to him. “You can pass if you’d like, but that’s not super productive.”

            Simon nods. “This is fucking stupid. But I think I understand. ”

"Indulge me?"

"Fine."

            “Great! Then first question! What kind of ship is the SM-13?”

            Simon catches the ball with some more thought than it would have taken him before. “A submarine. Were you a teacher?”

            “Middle school teacher, yeah. Why is a submarine in space?”

            “I think a God put me there from another universe. What’s a school teacher doing in space."

            Grace doesn’t catch the hacky sack when it’s tossed back to him.

^^^ A snippet from chapter FOUR of my fic "Circulatory" on AO3!

[kacklepop]

The bloodymary hyper fixation is INSANEEE I'm so glad there's a huge fandom here 😭

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I've never hyperfixated over any media so hard before, I'm pretty sure there's something in the water

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Power in a Name

“Rocky watch Grace and Butcher sleep.”

They’re both still and silent for a while.

“You don’t have to be so far away you know,” Simon says.

“I just wanted to give you space.”

“Well I don’t need space.” Simon hesitates a moment, “Do you?”

“…No.” Grace comes a bit closer. Just close enough that the dip in the blankets doesn’t touch the ground between them. Simon needs him to be a little closer. Please, just a little closer. Please…

Grace doesn’t move any closer. He stays pretty ramrod straight. Despite this, and despite the literal alien two feet from his face, Simon listens as Grace’s breathing slowly changes, and feels his own body relax. Everything feels so surreal, but so, very, very real at the same time.

“Goodnight, Butcher” Grace mumbles. Simon feels the name especially painfully this time. He can’t be the Butcher. Not here. He just can’t.

“Simon.”

“Hmm?”

“My name is Simon. Not Butcher.”

Grace rolls over to look at him directly, his eyelids drooping dangerously low.

“Why would you lie about your name?”

“I needed to know you were real.”

“Why would lying about your name prove I’m real?”

“Because… If you weren’t real you’d already know my name.”

“I guess… that makes sense.” They’re quiet for a while, before Grace says, “please don’t lie to me either. I promised not to lie. Please.”

Simon nods. “Okay.”

“Grace Simon need sleep now! Will not stop talking if keep talking.”

Grace chuckles. “Fine Rocky. I’m done talking.”

They lay there for a while again. Grace’s breathing slows again. This time, Simon lets himself drift away too, with his final thought being about how Ryland Grace seemed to glow every time he smiled.

^^^ Snipppet from Chapter 3 of my fic "Circulatory" on AO3. If anyone asks me too I'll start posting full chapters here too.

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One Handed Meal

Grace finished mixing something in a plastic bag before handing it over. It was cool, almost uncomfortably so against the tender healing skin of his palm. Simon had spent so much agonizing time in that hell pit of a submarine, feeling like he was being slowly cooked alive, that he felt a slight sting of tears in his eyes at the cool sensation. He looked at his hand holding the bag of food. He looked at the spoon in it. He looked at the spot where he no longer had an arm. Anger bloomed again in him.

“I can’t eat without a fucking table” Simon growled.

Grace jumped to his feet, red spreading across his face, “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking! They didn’t exactly give us a dining room.” He picked up a large box from its place next to some fancy-looking lab equipment next to Simon. Simon set the cool bag down on the table and stared.

“You take a bite first”. He finally said. Grace stared and looked down at his own food and took a bite. “Of what you served me dipshit. I don’t trust you didn’t put anything in it.”

“Oh” Grace said softly. “Yeah, I can do that.” Grace approached him slowly to dip his spoon into the creamy mush in Simon’s bag. “Wait, do you have any allergies Butcher?”

“Yeah, I’m allergic to suspicious fucks.”

Grace chuckled before taking a bite from the spoon. “Happy?” Grace garbled, still chewing a bit.

“Swallow.” Grace chewed a moment more and swallowed. Simon stared, and then, finally convinced, absolutely bore down on the food in the bag.

Food was coveted in the COI, but slightly less so in Eden. Eden was not trying to prepare to survive for generations after. The COI was fighting the inevitable, but Eden had accepted it. They did not indulge, but they fed their soldiers enough to keep them stronger than the enemies. But despite it all, food was never more than another tool. Even to the COI, food and starvation was a tool to demand obedience. Simon had not been well fed when he entered the SM-13, and he certainly wasn’t fed while in it. He was fiercely hungry.

^^^ My favorite snippet from the second chapter of my Fic "Circulatory" on AO3. Lemme know if anyone wants me to post full chapters on here!

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Simon felt his body rip to pieces. Simon felt his body fuse together. Simon felt his body become roots and trunk and leaves; Simon felt weightless. Simon felt himself die and die and die and…

Live.

The next moment Simon was conscious happened immediately and forever after.

“Eye movement detected,” Simon has a tube pulled from his throat, and the sedatives coursing through his system are barely enough to prevent him from ripping the arm of the robot off as he reaches up and grabs it. “What is two plus two?”

“The fuck?”

“Incorrect.” The arm reached to remove the IV in his arm, but as it reached over he caught the machine to prevent it from moving. He went to take it out himself but no arm reached over. He looked to his side and saw a dizzying absence of his arm. He still couldn’t grip the robot very tightly, and knew that he must have had enough tranquilizers and painkillers to bowl over a horse, but he just couldn’t let himself submit to the care of the med bay.

“Get away from me” Simon said weekly, but with growing strength. As his grip slipped for a moment the arm removed the IV, and he took that moment of wirelessness to pull himself off the table and fall to the floor heavily. At the same time he heard the sound of a sliding door open.

“Oh my God he’s awake! Hold still, I know it’s-” the blonde man in front of Simon was cut off as Simon staggered to his feet and swung heavily toward him, slightly off balancing himself.

“YOU LEFT ME THERE!” Simon roars, suddenly feeling something like electricity pulse through his face, “LYING BASTARDS!! IT SAW ME AND KILLED ME AND YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!!!” Simon felt his fury heat his face, concentrating in his teeth. His mouth felt too wide, his teeth too sharp, and this unfamiliarity with his body left him careening and angrier.

The man who had come in was tall, and blonde, and Simon was ready for a fight, so when the other man turned tail to run, Simon hesitated a moment too long before pursuing.

“Rocky! Shut the door!!” cried the man, as he dove past the door right as it closed in front of Simon’s fist.

“Coward! You Fucking bastard!” Simon hisses at the door. His face momentarily stops feeling like its splitting open as the man behind the door turns and faces him. His face doesn’t look vicious, it looks scared, and… concerned? Why the fuck would the COI be worried about him?

^^^ First portion of Bloody Mary fic that I've been possessed by otherworldly beings to write. It's on AO3 as "Circulatory"