exploring wonderland

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Just found out I CAN actually post my original work on Ao3! I doubt it'll get any traction, but any eyes are good eyes!

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A limp

A shorter one today, but I hope you enjoy! I don’t have much to really say, I just decided to slow the story down a bit to try and show Eve off more and I hope it turned out well.

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When Eve’s eyes opened, she was met with her living room ceiling instead of the sky. Instead of the side of the road, she was splayed out on her livingroom’s carpet with her head full of fog, her mouth as dry as a bone, and her body marinating in a constant, dull ache. Yet, when she tried to move her feet and hands, nothing seemed broken. It wasn’t until she pushed herself to sit up or moved her right leg that a shot of pain zipped through her and knocked the breath out of her.

The pain brought with it flashes of last night’s horror. The LED headlights of the truck, the scent of the asphalt and the way it scraped her skin, the cold fear that filled her heart, the crunch of the truck’s tires as they approached her prone body. She couldn’t recall much after that point, but her body remembered, even as the pain ebbed to a more manageable ache.

How did I get home? She thought when the worst of the agony had passed and left her with a bit of a headache and that initial dull ache. When she finally looked down at herself, she first spotted a patch of black that covered the top half of her lower leg as if someone had used dozens of layers of spiderwebs in place of traditional bandages to wrap her wounded leg. Then, she looked down to her chest and saw that the same layers of black webbing extended down from her collar bones to her belly button.

When she peeled a small bit of it off of her dress, she found that it was relatively easy to peel off and rip from the rest, and stuck to her skin while she rolled it into a ball. What is this stuff? Where did it come from? She plucked one of the left over strands off of her uniform for a closer look, then did the same to the ball. It was a similar rich black as the stuff she’d seen on the stick in the forest, but it no longer resembled a dark, snot-like mold or slimy moss.

What does this mean? If this is the same stuff, shouldn’t I be mutated into some horrific creature like the bear was? Am I immune, or… Eve’s hopes began to flutter like a frantic butterfly before the thought could even form properly. The more logical side of the brunette knew that the webbing may be different from the forest slime, but another part of her succumbed to the elation. The tiny ball of tacky black spider webs in her palm proved that she wasn’t normal. Did I finally catch that monster sickness? Wait, but I’m not in unexplained excrutiating pain, so is this from the guys who ran me over? I hope not. Excitement, suspicion, and questions crowded into Eve’s head until she had to squeeze her eyes shut to try and curb her building headache.

Don’t work yourself up. She partially scolded herself as she sat there and tried to get the pulsing pain in her head to lessen. She forced herself to focus on the other problems she had in front of her and pull herself up with the help of her couch’s arm.

Every time she leaned or twisted herself to get up from the carpet, her spine responded with lighting bolts of pain, so it was slow going. But, she managed to get up to her feet and peel the bandages of webbing off to wad into a ball a bit smaller than her palm.

Beneath the layer of webbing, her clothes seemed remarkably clean in spite of the accident, at least from what she could see. There were a couple of silken strands and some smears of street grime on her torso, but a swift glance at the clock on her stove revealed that it was halfway past nine in the morning, thirty minutes past when she should’ve left for work. So, the dark marks on her uniform had to settle for a couple of swipes with a damp sponge before she threw her hair into a loose ponytail and left for work.

When Eve limped out onto her stoop, she was greeted by a drab day. The dirt was still damp from an earlier shower, and the blanket of grey clouds that sat heavily above her head threatened more to come. Yet, the brunette had to swallow the spikey burr of anxiety and press on regardless. Only for that seed to sprout into a thorny vine in her stomach when she reached the asphalt and had to walk along the edge towards the diner.

A mile or so from her work, Eve spotted an area-rug-sized splatter of rich black on the road ahead. Even from a distance, the spot stood out against the sun-bleached asphalt, but what held her gaze was the way dull colors shimmered across the threads of the webbing despite the minimal light that escaped the clouds. She could tell that it was the same stuff she’d peeled off of herself, and the realization dropped a heavy stone into her gut that nearly sent the contents back up. Thankfully, though, the brunette managed to swallow the sour taste down and rip her eyes away from the spot and press on for the last mile. Just don’t think about it.

When she finally limped into the restaurant, Eve tried to clock in, but her manager swooped down upon her like a hawk the moment she’d spotted her. “Eve, could you step into my office real quick?” Bridgette, the friendly blonde manager of Up an’ Adam’s asked, and Eve’s heart simultaneously dropped and her blood began to warm. Am I in trouble? Or is she going to send me home for limping? I can’t afford to take a day off. She thought as she obediently followed her boss back to her vanilla-scented office to take a seat in front of her desk. Then, Bridgette didn’t waste tiem with the formalities. “Are you okay, Eve?” “I’m fine, ma’am, why?” Eve asked as casually as she could despite the annoyance that crept beneath her skin. “I saw you limp on your way in, is your leg okay?” her boss asked, and the brunette nodded. “Yes ma’am, I just twisted my ankle a bit on the way here, I’m fine to work.” she tried to assure, but Bridgette eyed the grime that was still on her uniform.

Bridgette was a well-loved manager for her friendliness and ability to tell when others weren’t at their best, and normally Eve appreciated that aspect about the woman. However, while she watched the gears turn in her boss’ hazel eyes, she mentally chanted, Don’t send me home, don’t send me home, don’t send me home. With her skillfully neutral mask on and her hands clasped in her lap.

The two women sat in silence while her boss thought, but Eve knew her thoughts had failed when Bridgette shook her head. “I’m just going to send you home today. It’d look horrible if I sent you out to serve tables while you’re barely able to walk.” She decided. Her words stabbed into the brunette’s chest like knives, but she only nodded and stood up as carefully as she could so as to not hurt her back. Though, her boss still sweetly suggested, “Maybe you should ask Mark to drive you home? I’ll cover his section while he’s gone.” But, Eve shook her head and lied again with a splenda smile on her face. “I’ll just call a nearby friend to pick me up, thank you though.” Then, she turned and left before tears could well up in her dark eyes.

Before she left, she slipped into the empty bathroom to splash cool water on her face and rub it into her lower arms in an attempt to soothe the anger. Why does it matter if I limp? What customer would give a- would care about something like that? She fumed before she looked into her mirror.

Dull brown eyes and noticable eyebags stared back at her. She was forced to move stiffly to avoid her spine screaming in pain, she couldn’t put her full weight on one of her legs, and webbing also clung to her cheek. Just enough to look a bit like a faint bruise under the bathroom’s pale light while a chunk of her unbrushed hair had stuck itself to her uniform sleeve with the remnants of web still in her hair while the rest of it had somehow managed to wad itself up as if she had bubblegum in it. Bridgette had been polite by only pointing out her limp.

God, what is wrong with me? I’m more hurt about my shift and appearance than a car accident… She half-heartedly scolded her reflection while she finger-combed her hair and put it in her usual bun. Her anger had fizzled out to another dull headache, but only because a wave of embarrassment had diluted it. Yet, she tamped down the urge to finally cry over her state so that she could leave the bathroom and diner.

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Yippee! Chapter 2 is finished and I am onto editing! Wish me luck as I try to clean things up! Nothing much else to really say, I'm just excited about my progress.

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Different strokes for different folks, I guess

Funfact! This was my first attempt to get out those A/B/O thoughts! But, I didn’t like it, and as I edited it, I cut a fair chunk out. So, that’s why I made the headcanons as, like, a suppliment, lol. This is just a casual little thing though, just to explore the idea and A/B/O in general. Like I forewarned, I’m trying out some less-tread ground for a bit.

Also, don’t be surprised if I go back at a later date and edit some of these bloodymary works. Once I get my ideas in order, I might come back to fix these up. Btw, I am open to suggestions for what Simon is on the heirarchy, or what Grace smells like, so feel free to comment ur headcanons/ideas.

As an Alpha, Ryland Grace was familiar with how the ranks worked. Alphas, like him, were the leaders. Not in the aggressive, macho fashion that most alphas he’d met tried to be, but in the more paternal sense. Alphas were meant to be the ones to provide the food, help the struggling members of their pack, and be good with the children. They were protectors, yes, but only when necessary. Betas were the voice of reason. They were the ones to size up situations, weigh the pros and cons, and advise others with a more level head. They weren’t the ‘boring’ option like his students had thought. Omegas, meanwhile, weren’t just the breeders and housewives, they were the ones to make sure the pack stayed strong and healthy. They were the ones that were trusted to pick the most suitable areas to raise pups, to settle down for the night, and the ones to bring comfort to the group.

At least, that’s what they were inclined to be. Naturally, the attributes shifted and changed person to person, some Alphas were more level-headed and not good providers while some Betas knew how to keep the group together far better. Simon, though, didn’t seem to fit the mold very well for any of them.

He didn’t have the pungent, authoritative odor of an Alpha, he smelled like pine and earth, a fresher, gentler scent then Grace’s more chemical-esque fragrance. Yet, his scent wasn’t as addictive as an Omega’s.

When it came to behaviors, Simon was initially aggressive and hostile like Alphas tried to be, but after a week or so, he simmered down to a quieter wariness. He didn’t bite or snarl at Grace when he saw him, but he didn’t leave the dormitory. When he eventually settled down, he was as logical and slow to anger as a Beta, but also weirdly touchy, like an Omega might be.

The affectionate nature was what really threw Grace off. After the sturdy man accepted that Grace and Rocky meant him no harm, he wasn’t very talkative, but he was willing to brush his hand over the scientist’s shoulders while he was hunched over an experiment. He also brushed against him whenever he walked past and casually left his scent on Grace. It was as if the mutated man had been on the Hail Mary for the entire trip, not a handful of months.

Easy, Ryland. Don’t overthink things. He warned himself while he sat in the dappled light of the don’t-go-crazy room’s forest scene with Simon. Ask before you assume. He might just have a wonky equilibrium. “Hey, Si,” Grace tried as casually as he could while he listened to a stream gurgle across smooth rocks with his ocean-blue eyes stuck to the screen save for a few glances at his companion. “Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?”

Simon took his time to reply, too busy with the beautiful forest the ship showed to respond for a couple of minutes. “Depends what the questions are.” Simon responded, and Grace could hear a wall being pre-emptively raised with each word, even though his mismatched eyes didn’t leave the scenery. The blonde swallowed a lump of nervous energy, then made sure to pick his next words carefully. He didn’t want to offend the ravenette when they’d been co-habitating so well. “I just wanted to ask why you rub your scent on me. N-not that I mind, I’m just not used to it, is all.” He hummed with a glance towards the man. Who, looked back at him with confusion. “What do you mean why? I’ve been apologizing, for...y’know, the way I threw you around at first?” He said, as if it were obvious. Oh! Wait, is this a cultural difference thing? Did his community have different standards than America? “That’s how you apologize?” Grace asked, almost gasped, really. He inwardly winced at how giddy he sounded, but Simon didn’t clam up like he feared he might.

Simon instead took a moment to scan the blonde over with an expression that the teacher recognized as expecting mockery or insult. But, Grace only looked at him with bright blue eyes and a wide smile on his face. So, he nodded slightly. “That’s how we apologize on Eden. It keeps bonds strong and shows that our scent isn’t harsh.” He explained. Then, he asked Grace’s next question. “You are an Alpha, right? You’re part of the hierarchy?” and the ex-teacher nodded so hard his glasses nearly bounced off. “I am! But we don’t scent people to apologize, we just say it verbally, or get them their favorite snack.” Grace explained, then he turned to face the one-armed man properly. “What if you scent me and your scent is harsh? Does that mean anything?” “Usually if someone apologizes and their scent is harsh, it’s not an apology. It’s considered backhanded.” “Are there other ways that you’ve been apologizing? I’m sorry if I seem like I’ve been holding a grudge, I haven’t been. I completely understand why you were so hostile at the start, I’ve forgiven you.” Grace rambled slightly, and Simon simply nodded at that. “I haven’t, but back in Eden, another method of apology would be if I took a strongly-scented item of mine and presented it to you. But, all of mine was cut off by that nanny bot.” Simon explained, and that time Grace nodded. “That’s so interesting...And you do this to anyone? Brother, friend, lover?” He asked next, and Simon shrugged, “I mean, I didn’t have a lover, so I don’t know what to do with a partner, but yes, that’s how you’d apologize to your brothers or sisters.”

Grace leaned back slightly as he mulled that over. The forest scenery forgotten as he thought of so many questions. What other things did Eden do? Did you have mates or was it one big family? How was the heirarchy handled? Was it different from earth? How different?- “Could I ask a question now?” Simon asked, snapping Grace out of his thoughts. “Of course! Go ahead!” “Why did you forgive me so easily? I hurt you, I’m a monster that you don’t know.” Simon asked, an edge of suspicion in his words, but Grace could tell by how his scent had muddied that he was also sad. So, Grace took a slow breath in and was careful with his words again. This time, so that he didn’t upset himself. “Like I said, I understand why you reacted like that. You were confused and scared with a stranger standing over you and a weird rock alien rolling around. I...would’ve been the same way if I were in your shoes.” He didn’t mention how he had been similarly scared and confused, and thankfully Simon didn’t pry. His scent simply muddled together further. “I just didn’t want the blood to mutate you like it did me. Then, I didn’t want to go back to the C.O.I. I’ve done enough for those backstabbers, I don’t want to be used for more fucking suicide missions.” Simon grumbled, glaring at the metal floor while he ran a finger over the teeth on his cheek.

Grace gave him a moment or two to stew, then he gave a slightly awkward laugh, “Well, I still don’t know of any Coalitions of Iron, so you’re safe from them at least. Plus, I doubt there will be one of those on Erid, so you’ll probably never run into them again.” He assured, and Simon eyed him, but gave a nod. “Okay. Do you have any other questions?” He asked to change the subject, and the blonde was happy to follow his lead.

After that, they simply went back and forth explaining how their groups handled certain aspects of the heirarchy. It was so interesting for Grace to learn how physical and close-knit the people of Eden were, and Simon seemed almost flabbergasted by how prudish earth was in comparison.

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BloodyMary A/B/O headcanons

This is just a short little thing I wanted to get out of my head. I am open for debate and ideas on where these two fall, or anything like that! An A/B/O fic for these two might be in the future, no promises tho.

Grace is an Alpha, in my mind.

I haven’t decided what Simon is, so I like to think Grace also doesn’t know what he is, lol.

They have different views on the behaviors of the heirachies.

In Eden, since it was more close-knit and familial, they did things like sharing a nest more freely, gently nibbling others to show affection, and rubbing against one another to spread their scent as an apology rather than a claim. After all, if you’re likely to die due to harsh factors, you grow up to be very open with affections.

Grace, being raised on earth, grew up with stricter limitations. Scenting was seen as romantic, something done to claim a mate. Sharing a nest was forbidden unless it was with your mate or children, and it was generally seen as polite to keep your fragrance to yourself in general.

These strict rules naturally lost their strength after the Hail Mary mission.

In Eden, the heirarchy was another thing that was only followed loosely. The priority was the tree. While Omegas were respected for their wonderful breeding capabilities, everyone was expected to give their life to tend to the tree, no matter how you presented.

Rocky is not in the heirarchy, but he is intensely curious about how it works.

Simon’s heirarchy probably has different names from Grace’s.

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I know it's not near Kinktober yet, but! I'm trying to practice some prompt ideas I have, so you might see some smut experimenting with fresher kink ideas.

If you guys want to throw out any ideas on stuff to try, go for it. If not, uhhhh, just don't side eye me if I test out some wilder things.

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Hello!! I almost never see people talk about this but can you do some hc for bottom!Stanley x male!Reader?

I just think it's a really rare dynamic since Stanley is the dominant one/shipped with Xeno most of the timeee so I wanna see him be submissive for once <3

I hope this is in line with what you were thinking, because I tried my best, lol. Not much else to say, thanks for the ask, and I hope you enjoy these!

Stanley isn’t someone who bottoms often.

Not because he’s some alpha bro who thinks it’s beneath him, but because most of his partners tend to just. Be bottoms already. It’s as if he magnetically attracts them.

It’s not a big issue, though. Stan’s a switch, so he doesn’t mind being a top.

However, when he finds a partner who is a top, or at least doesn’t mind being one, it’s a breath of fresh air.

As a top, Stan’s very chill, and he’s much the same when he bottoms or submits.

The main difference between the roles is that Stan can be a little bit of a brat when he bottoms.

It’s nothing too bad, he doesn’t find it fun to purposely piss a partner off, but he does sometimes play stubborn and frustrate his lover for the fun of it.

After all, it’s a wonderful thrill when a man as strong as Stan is finally the one getting bossed around or ravaged.

If his partner isn’t as muscular and intimidating as Stanley, it’s fine. You don’t need to be a military-sculpted apex predator or anything for Stan to let you dominate him.

Stan also likes when his top are closer to Xeno’s slimmer build. It adds an extra bit of amusement and impressiveness when someone weaker than him takes charge. Especially if he’s being difficult and they know how to stop that.

Of course, none of this is an exact kink for him, he’s overall very flexible when it comes to what he does with a lover.

He’ll try a lot of things for his partner, but he’s actually not that kinky himself.

That being said, he enjoys playing into a submissive role, it’s kind of novel for him to be put in that situation.

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I don't want to commit to a full blown Fanfic, but my bloodymary thoughts are lowkey plot-like? So, I might just write the scenes and treat it like a low effort fic.

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BloodyMary masterlist

BloodyMary has proven to have a hold on me, so it only feels right that I make it it's own separate masterlist! I can't say how long it'll hang around, but I'm on a roll so far, so here ya go!

Created: 7/7/26

Last Updated: 7/16/26

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Heartbeat \\\

Picking up strays in an ocean of blood: Saving Grace \\\

Picking up strays in an ocean of blood: Rough introductions \\\

Teacher's assistant \\\

A/B/O headcanons //

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Teacher's assistant

This one might be kind of rough bc I’m getting a feel for BloodyMary, but I’ve seen, like, ten different tiktoks all about Simon helping Grace with his classes, and I kind of ran with it and another idea I got from a tiktok I cannot find at this time. In short, this is fuelled by me mashing together sily tiktoks I found, and I hope you enjoy the result, even if it might be a bit delirious.

The Eridians had done everything in their power to accommodate Grace and Simon when they’d arrived on the Hail Mary. They’d built them a spacious biodome that kept them safe from the ammonia atmosphere, did their best to mitigate their intense gravity for them, and had quickly learned to make them food so that they didn’t have to survive off of taomeba and succumb to scurvy or rickets. If Ryland ‘protector of stars’ Grace had asked the Eridians to find a way for him to personally torment Eva Stratt’s soul, those musical rocks would’ve held a Thrum to figure out Arcane magic and overthrow the devil for him to do so.

Simon, did not have that amount of pull with the Eridians. Rocky had done his best to downplay Simon’s initial reaction when he’d woken up out of the blood ocean, but the Eridians were still wary of the ravenette. So, he’d spent the first six months in the biodome separated from Grace by a xenonite wall, and only allowed to interact with the blonde under strict supervision.

If it hadn’t been for Grace’s explanation of ‘failure to thrive’, Simon likely would have been moved to an entirely separate biodome with the bare essentials. Or worse, forcibly shipped back to Earth.

Instead, the ravenette had been allowed to stay. The wall that had separated him from Grace was removed after six months, and they even moved Simon’s assigned house closer to Grace’s when he’d asked. Simon was still under supervision, but he was used to that.

I can’t really blame them, either. I attacked their savior and I don’t look like a normal human. I wouldn’t have trusted a weird looking mystery thing near Father, so it’s a fair reaction. He thought one day while he sat on top of a rock to watch the water lap at the sandy shore. His legs were crossed and he leaned forward on his elbow while his tongue prodded at the cheek-teeth from the inside. At least they didn’t kick me out of this thing entirely. They’re nicer than Eden would’ve been.

Simon squeezed his eyes shut and let himself rock forward slightly at the thought of Eden. The thought of Father had already turned his stomach slightly, but the name of his home had conjured the memories. Mental images of the last tree flashed in his mind along with snapshots of his childhood and of his mother, all things he’d tried not to think about ever since he’d been rescued.

Like Simon, Grace had been forced onto a suicide mission for what had been deemed ‘the greater good’ by others. The differences between them were, where Simon had encountered a hivemind-like creature with too many teeth and sunken eyes, Grace had met Rocky. Where Simon didn’t know if the black box got to the surface for the others to find, Grace had found Taomeba, and got it back to Earth safely. Grace had stopped The Quiet Rapture, while Simon had been a sacrificial lamb in humanity’s fight to survive it.- Simon was pulled out of his thoughts by the melancholic sound of approaching music. “Okay, class! Remember the rules, you have to stay with the group, and you have to listen to me, or else we will go back to the classroom.” Grace called to the twelve transparent balls that stampeded across the beach. His twelve pebble students all singing as they tried to simultaneously behave enough to not ruin their field trip, but also play in the sand or waves.

It took Grace a full minute to reign in the young aliens and get them to stop their excited trills and melodies when they came to a stop a bit in front of Simon’s spot, but the one-armed man didn’t mind the noise. He couldn’t understand the pebbles’ words or body language yet, he found it endearing to watch them be so clearly excited for Grace’s lesson.

It was also nice to see the way Grace’s face lit up when he taught. The man’s entire face seemed to glow when he got to teach. He got a smile as bright as the sun and his oceanic blue eyes always seemed to lighten while he lectured. It didn’t matter if it was the pebbles and time dialation, or the chance to teach Simon Eridian, Grace always lectured with so much earnest excitement that Simon couldn’t help but stay put to watch the man teach and eventually throw himself into the cold water to show his students how he could float. Grace then came back to shore to his students all singing and bouncing in their protective balls. “Quiet down, quiet down, kids. I can’t understand you when you all speak at once.” He reminded them, so they all switched to waving their arms wildly until he picked one to speak . “Oh, no, I’m sorry, I can’t let you all try to float in the water. There’s only one of me, and twelve of you, and you might float away.” He explained, and Simon jolted a bit when the entire class pointed him out to the teacher.

Grace’s expression when he spotted Simon was a mix of amusement and slight confusion, but he waved and opened his mouth to call out to him. However, his class were already rolling over to crowd the base of Simon’s rock. Their three-fingered claws presed together to plead while they trilled and sang, some using a third arm to point back to the water, as they knew Simon couldn’t understand them. The blonde did try to call them back, “Kids! You can’t beg him to help, that’s rude.” But, like any kid sent to ask their other parent, the pebbles were determined to try and convince the mutated man. So, the teacher pinched the bridge of his nose and settled for, “At least ask him nicely, like civilized eridians!”

On the one hand, the scene was overstimulating and pure chaos. The pebbles tried to clamber over one another as if they had puppy dog eyes that would convince the man, and while they sang their prettiest ‘please’, he was sure, it was still a high-pitched cacophany of excitement. On the other hand, Simon couldn’t help but feel a smile spread across his face at it. They may not have looked like them, but the pebbles reminded Simon of all of his youngest siblings, and the way they’d gather around him to steal a bite of whatever rare treat he may have been given back on Eden. “I...suppose I could help babysit.”

Despite the fact that Grace’s water was safe, and how Simon had seen the blonde swim in it with no extra teeth, spines, or gills to show for it, the ravenette had never dared to touch the water himself. Yet, he swallowed that fear in that moment. He put on as brave a face as he could manage so that he could follow Grace into the shallow water, just deep enough so that the two winners of Grace’s impromptu trivia game could float a bit in the water. Which, wasn’t very deep since the pebbles didn’t yet weigh the three hundred or more pounds that an adult Eridian did, Simon’s feet still firmly touched the sand, but the teeth on his cheek were still tightly interlocked to make his smile look lopsided. And, his gills pulled in extra gulps of air every time he breathed.

Grace explained the reason why the two pebbles floated differently, but Simon barely registered the words. He was too focused on the beat of his own heart. Relax, it’s good water. It’s the same stuff you drank back home, it won’t hurt you. Don’t upset the kids by freaking out, just stay calm. He told himself while the pebble he clung to raised and lowered their carapase to look above and below the water. I shoud’ve thought of this more before I agreed. What if I’m pulled out further? What if I contaminate it- Damn it, no! Look at the kids, they’re so happy about this. Don’t ruin this!

He nearly jumped out of his skin when something pressed against his arm, but when his head snapped towards it, he only found Grace’s comforting smile. “The pebbles just wanted to see our height difference in the water. It’s too noisy for them to see what we’re standing on.” He explained, and Simon nodded. Some of his panic was soothed by the warm press of another human. A reminder that let his breathing level out a bit. Then, after another moment or so of explanation, Grace put a steadying hand on Simon’s upper back to nudge him forward until he had to put the pebble he’d held down and let them roll back to the others. “Okay, class! Say thank you to Simon for his help with the lesson. No, we can’t take all of you out today, class is almost over.” Grace pointed out, able to cut off the group’s complaint before they even sang it. Though, he did add, “Maybe the next time we have a field trip, you can ask mister Simon to do this again, but you’ll have to earn another field trip to do that.” to ease the dissapointment and get the pebbles moving.

Though, before he left to follow them, he turned back to the panicked Ravenette and gave him another smile that befit the angel that he was. “I’m sorry they bothered you like that, Si. But, also thanks for humoring them. I saw how scared it made you to do, so...I owe you one, okay?” Simon gave a slightly tense laugh and shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything, I’m happy to be helpful.” He assured, but Grace just gave him a thumbs up. “No takes-backsies. I owe ya.” Then jogged off after his class before the ravenette could argue.

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Picking up strays in a blood ocean: Rough introductions

This one’s a bit rougher, but I hope it’s still a fun read. I decided to cut it off after a point tho, bc I could probably go on for a good while if I didn’t. But! This is a dip into how they got Simon and how that went. I can dive into the rest later. Spare me the editing lmao.

First part: Here

The man was heavy, but Grace managed to carry him to Armando. All the while, he simultaneously tried not to trip on Rocky, clothes, or corners and get a far better look at the man. He could feel the way he weakly breathed in hias arms, and now that he was close, he could see that aside from the teeth on his face, he seemed to have gills on the sides of his neck. I suppose that’s how he survived the ocean?

As soon as the blonde put the blood-covered man on the medical bed, Armando set to work removing the man’s ruined clothes and looking for wounds. Though, Grace didn’t leave the room. He didn’t let his eyes go further than the man’s pecs, but he did take some time to fully drink him in.

He could tell that the man was somewhere in his thirties, and when enough of the blood was wiped away, he could see that the man’s skin was a warmer tone than his and that his messy, shoulder-length hair was black. However, he didn’t dare look further to check for other identifying markers or mutations. He turned his eyes to the long pink-stained fangs on his face.

Grace wanted to feel them. He wanted to pull back the stranger’s lips and examine the set of teeth he could see between the fangs and poke at the gills on his neck. Yet, his common sense was stronger than his scientist’s curiosity. Helped a bit when Rocky finally broke the silence. “Why Grace stand over Grace-two. Question.” He asked, and the blonde snorted, “I’m just looking him over. He has impressive fangs across his cheek, and gills on his neck.” He reported, and the rock trilled. “What Grace mean. He looked human when carried. Statement.” So Grace traced his finger over his cheek so Rocky could see. “He has teeth here, and opening in his neck to let him filter air on his neck, here.” He traced over where the man’s gills were. Rocky still gave a confused trill, but he left it for the moment to roll around to the man’s other side and try to get his own look at him while Armando put a bandage on his cheek and gills.

Grace tried to reach out and remove the bandages, in case those gills were the only way the man could breathe, but a powerful hand snatched his wrist just as he peeled the bandage off. Mismatched, wild eyes met his for a brief moment before the blonde got yanked forward and slammed into the medical bed before he was shoved backwards.

The new man was up in a flash. He screamed something that Grace couldn’t make out through the rush of adrenaline that blurred his thoughts. Fear pulsed through the blonde as he laid on the solid floor of the Hail Mary, but he pushed himself up regardless of it when he saw the stranger kick Rocky away like a soccer ball. “Hold on!” He tried to yell, though the words came out more cowardly than intended. Easily drowned out when the ravenette screamed. “DON’TTOUCH ME! DON’T TOUCH THE BLOOD!” Though, he seemed to realize how overkill the scream was when he saw how Grace dropped to a knee and cowered. The blonde’s heart racing in his chest while he raised his hands to show his lack of weapons. A moment of heavy breathing and angry trilling passng between the three until Grace shakily tried again. “N-no one’s touching you.” He stammered out in a shakey, but quiet voice that seemed to ease a fraction of the ravenette’s tension. “I haven’t directly touched the blood. Please q-quit screaming.”

The man didn’t respond right away, but his mismatched eyes, one dark brown, the other a dark crimson, locked onto Rocky when the spider-like rock slowly rolled himself in front of the wide-eyed ex-teacher. His ball pressed against Grace’s gelatin legs as some form of comfort, while the new man asked with distrust thick in his calmer voice.

It wasn’t hard to tell that the man didn’t like the spider-like creature, but when Grace tried to answer, he was washed over with a woozy feeling. So, it was the spider-like creature that answered instead. “You are aboard Hail Mary ship. We heard signal and got you off of red planet.” Grace nodding along until he could assure without the threat of tears or vomit, “Y-you’re safe here. There’s no blood and I-I-I don’t know what a C.O.I is.” though that only got him eyed along with Rocky.

However, the ravenette couldn’t seem to maintain his fear for much longer. No one had ran in to save the shaken blonde, and neither of them had moved to restrain or hurt him. So, he tentatively let his shoulders relax a bit, but kept his eyes sharp while he reached up to feel the bandage that he’d finally registered against his cheek. “What is that thing?” He asked with his chin shoved towards the alien. Grace’s heart able to slow slighty since the man had lost some of the animalistic light in his eyes. “I am Rocky. Rocky and Grace here to save stars. Statement.” He explained with a stubby limb gestured between himself and the blonde who finally felt less like aspic. “How about we have some food, and swap some stories? I can explain where I’m from, you can explain where you’re from, and we can all get answers.” He offered gently with his friendliest smile. And, after a few more heartbeats, the stranger nodded, but stayed pressed to the wall. “How about we start with names? Mine is Ryland Grace, I’m a science teacher.” The blonde introduced, Rocky adding, “Rocky is engineer from Erid. Statement.” And, with a tiny nod, the ravenette offered his own name, “My name’s Simon. Um...nice to meet you, I hope. And, I’m sorry for attacking you.” and an apology that Grace waved away. “Don’t worry about it. I understand. Come on now, I’ll get us some food.”

With that, he left the medical area with his hand on the wall for support. Rocky stayed close behind him, and he could hear the equally unsteady steps of the ravenette further back. I guess it would be rude to ask about the teeth right now. Save that for later.

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Take my hand, ya'll. You and I are probably going to bounce around fandoms for a while. My interest is a bit scattered.

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Picking up strays in an ocean of Blood: Saving Grace

Tbh, I’m not super sure what this is. It was originally supposed to be a simple oneshot going into how I imagine Grace and Rocky get Simon, but I decided to split it into two chapters for the sake of my sanity during editing, so I dunno anymore. I doubt this’ll be a full fanfiction, so it’s in a bit of a weird area lol. So, uh, just put your brains aside a bit and enjoy this neat look into Grace’s brush with Iron Lung’s world.

CW: Mutations, I think they could count as body horror, teeth/face, blood, I think that’s it.

Next part: Here

Ryland Grace woke up to the frantic tumble of Rocky as the alien did his best to circle the blonde’s bed in his excitement. His computer-provided voice informed the groggy man, “Wake up, Grace. Wake up. There’s a signal. A signal, Grace.” while he rolled around. “A signal?…From who?” Grace muttered while he rubbed his eyes and sat up to grab his glasses from where he’d left them at the edge of his bed. “Don’t know. Just know that there is a signal.” Rocky replied, quick to lead the way back to the cockpit when Grace’s feet hit the floor.

The blonde stretched as he followed his best friend through the halls of the ship. Once he was in the pilot’s seat, he looked around and hit play on screen that displayed the mystery signal. However, the sound that was played made him clap his hands over his ears. The shrill shrieks and crackles of technology filled the cockpit until he slammed his finger into the screen to turn it off. “Did you catch any of that, Rock?” The blonde asked once sweet silence had returned to the Hail Mary. “No. Didn’t sound Eridian.” The spider-like rock said, and Grace pursed his lips to think. That didn’t sound human. Is that the space ship SOS signal? He asked himself, taking a moment to weigh the options before he moved over to look out into the ocean of darkness.

He could see a small planet of violent red not too far below, but no ships. As far as the teacher could tell, the Hail Mary was the only one around. That’s not good...Mary can’t withstand entering an atmosphere, and I don’t know if we could risk another drive by like we did at Adrien. He thought while he stared down at the planet. If it’s another intelligent lifeform in need of help, though, I can’t just abandon them. So, how do I go about this?

He chewed on the question for a long moment before Rocky trilled. “Will go make chain longer. Then lower rocky down to investigate. Statement.” But, Grace ran to get ahead of the alien’s hamster ball. “Absolutely not. If we lower anyone down, it should be me. I’d have an easier time using my hands than you would in your ball.” “You need oxygen, and space suit not built for strange atmospheres. Safer if Rocky goes. Statement.” The spider-like creature argued, but when he went to go around Grace, the blonde scooted to block again. “You’re also stronger than me, and I’m lighter than you. You’d have a far easier time pulling me back in then I would you.” “Grace is strong, but too squishy, and Grace is needed for navigation back to Erid. Rocky go.” The stone spider insisted with a stomp of his blunt foot. But, Grace put his foot down. “No. You have a mate, you are not expenda-” “Neither is Grace. Statement.” Rocky cut him off with a forceful stomp of his foot to communicate his anger through the text-to-speech. But, the blonde shook his head stubbornly. The two at a stand still for what felt like an hour until Rocky finally conceded with a stiff, “Fine.” and stomped off to work on the chain. Sure to add with a claw jabbed at Grace, “But only because you have better thumbs. Statement.” before he turned a corner.

The two didn’t talk while the alien worked and the teacher pulled on his space suit, with the sole exception of when they came together to do the math for the chain length, then the additional length to accommodate whether or not they’d miss the source of the signal. When they deemed the chain long enough, Grace secured it around his chest and took a deep, slow breath to try to slow the way his heart thundered against his ribs. Then, he let Rocky lower him onto the planet as if he were a spy in a movie.

Miraculously, maybe due to the slow pace, or maybe because of something about the atmosphere, Grace didn’t combust as he was lowered down from the safest-yet-closest distance he could get the ship to. As a consequence, he was given plenty of time to drink in the new planet while he was lowered. “It looks like it’s some sort of red dirt. The sky also seems to be red, though that might be a misconception on my part.” He reported back to Rocky. His blue eyes scanned over the surface while he approached. “I don’t feel any insane warmth, either, so that’s good.” “Make sure your suit does not tear.” Rocky reminded him, and Grace snorted. His heart still pounded painfully in his chest, but so long as he fed what he saw back to Rocky, he could keep the anxiety at bay.

At least, until he was close enough to realize that what he looked down at wasn’t red dirt like they’d found on Mars, but instead a ruby-colored ocean that swished and swayed. “O-oh, looks like it’s some sort of water planet. Cool.” He said with a small, somewhat tense laugh that Rocky picked up on in an instant. “Do you need to come back. Question.” but Grace shook his head. “No. No, I’ll be fine. I don’t see any gasses coming off of it, and no bubbles, so it’s not acidic.” Hopefully.

At that point, he was close enough to take a better look around at the surface of the water, and while he didn’t find any islands, or land at all, he did spot a particularly dark spot about twenty feet away. Something bobbed at the surface of the water, ninety-five percent submerged, but the rough way the light bounced off of it gave it away. “Rocky! I think I found the source of the signal! I just need to swim to it!” He reported to Rocky through his helmet and sank into the ocean.

Thankfully, the liquid didn’t cook him alive or melt him into a puddle like he’d feared, but it did feel disgustingly viscous. Grace could feel the way the thick fluid lapped at the material of his space suit while he bobbed, and he quickly felt how much more effort it took to swim through it. It’s not blood, don’t think of it as blood. He tried to tell himself as he made his way towards the metal thing. Yet, it was impossible to ignore reality when the sickly sweet stench of sugar syrup and pennies wiggled its way into his helmet to make his mouth taste sour and his heart rate spike. Okay, new plan. Don’t throw up on yourself.

As soon as he reached the metal thing, Grace scrambled onto it as if it were the only piece of driftwood after a capsize. Once he was safely straddling the middle of the tin can, he took a moment to stare up at the sky and let his queasy stomach settle a bit before he looked the vessel over.

If Grace had the balance, and walked across the top of the small ship, he could’ve walked from one end to the other in about five steps. He couldn’t estimate the diameter from his spot, but it was still easy to tell that the thing wasn’t very big in that are either. All around, the battered ‘ship’ was more of a tin can that had been slapped together before it had been slapped around and chewed on by what Grace chose to believe was a gigantic, over-eager puppy and not some nightmare creature that lived in an ocean of blood. “Did Grace make it to signal source. Question.” Rocky asked after a moment, and Grace nodded. “Yeah, I did. It’s full of...water.” He reported. Then, he carefully got up to crawl forward and peer into one of the holes. Able to watch his own reflection dance in the surface while Rocky waited a moment, then asked, “Have you found signal sender. Question.” Though, before Grace could decide how to answer, a different face bobbed up to disrupt his reflection.

Grace had to clamp his jaw and eyes shut to hold back the scream that nearly escaped him. Don’t scare Rocky. Don’t scare Rocky, he’ll rip my ribcage out of my back if he panics right now. He told himself a couple of times, then, slowly let out the breath he’d held in. Only once he was sure his voice wouldn’t shake, Grace replied. “Yeah, I-I think so. I think it’s another alien.” and got an odd noise from the Eridian. Then, he opened his eyes again to look back at the humanoid face that was still there. The man’s eyes half open, rolled back in his head. Grace could make out that he had hair glued to his forehead, and the teacher could see how large fangs grew out of his left cheek to extend his otherwise-normal mouth. Was this a human at some point? Or, a mimic? He looks like me, either way… Grace thought as he reached down and hoisted the humanoid up with his hands under his arms- Arm. When the blonde pulled him out of the thick liquid, Grace could see that the man only had one arm and soggy clothes. Okay, so, yes. He was some sort of human. So, is this a parasite’s host, or a mutated man? How’d he mutate?

Grace shook the questions from his head. No. Questions later, get him out first. “I’ve got him, Rocky! Start pulling me up! He declared, and the Eridian was happy to do so. The teacher, meanwhile, gathered the stranger up in his arms and kept a tight grip on him while he moved back and got back into the water. He kept him tight to his chest while he paddled back the way he’d come until the chain went taut and he was fished out of the ocean at last.

Thank god I worked so hard to be able to lift my kids no matter what. And god, please don’t let this decision turn this into a horror movie…

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Man, my writing is feeling JANK. It just feels so off, and like I'm back sliding again despite the fact that I am writing SO much. What is up with me recently? First I feel like my smut is degrading, then I feel like my *art* is degrading, and now my general writing is feeling off. This is so frustrating.

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This might sound like a somewhat peculiar ask, but could we maybe see a yandere minato (specifically in the way he feels like he has a lot of unresolved initmacy issues) with shinjiro the one he’s pining after. Could be a canon compliant setting or maybe even a more dark woodsy sort of au, I’m down for anything

Hi! I assume you wanted a scenario, but I can’t bear to continue to fight with a scenario right now. So, please take these headcanons instead. I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s up with me right now, but it feels like everything I write is riddled with issues and I can’t string together words to save my life. So, instead of bashing my head into the wall like with the Vash ask, I’m taking it easy on this one and I hope you can enjoy it regardless.

EDIT: I read my reply back and decided I didn’t like it. It was non-commital, floaty, and overall not very good for the ask. So, I decided to redo it. If I’m going to do headcanons, I want them to be more in line with the ask, at least. So! Please enjoy these new headcanons!

CW: Yandere behavior and violent urges

If Minato was a yandere on a camping trip, it’d be...tense.

Not around a majority of the SEES, Yukari, Junpei, Fuuka, those guys are innocent. And while Minato might be unhinged, he’s not going to turn against everyone.

No, the ones who would get the anger and bitterness would be Mitsuru and Akihiko specifically.

It is personal, by the way. Minato has an interest in Shinjiro, and those two are the ones who are closest to him. Meaning, a threat.

If Shinjiro is on the trip, he’d be somewhat left alone, ironically.

After all, Minato doesn’t want to acknowledge his obsession and violent urges. So, he’d be as normal around Shinjiro as he can manage, or at least somewhat avoid him.

For a similar reason, he wouldn’t be outright violent or horrible to Aki and Mitsuru, either. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt people on the trip, he’d just be noticeably colder and meaner.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the urge to hurt the two of them, though.

He’d lurk around, snoop through their things, spit in their food, trip them, and other small, petty things.

Don’t trust him to go collect fire wood with Aki, either. The urge to simply get rid of the percieved threat would be strong if he was left alone in the woods with no witnesses.

It’s worse if they’re in a cabin and need to actively chop wood. Minato’d be eyeing the axe while they work so badly.

He’s pretty good at refraining from being violent on a whim, so the trip would likely go pretty well!

The main issue is, even Minato’s reluctance to admit he cares about Shinjiro can be overridden by his possessiveness and bad urges.

He can’t hold himself back forever, but that might be an issue for later Akihiko and Mitsuru.

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Had a busy day, so I took the chance to just clean up my original story's current outline, and jot down my notes/basically do a brain dump about my story lore and stuff, and MAN this is going to be a nightmare to go through if I actually try to mash it together into one book.