Howdy! I'm Seraph, I'm a long-time g/t lurker who finally shall participate in the tumblr-ing. I'm old as dirt to some of you as I am 26 years of age lmao.
My current favorites are:
Genshin Impact
Legend of Zelda (specifically BOTW/TOTK)
Minecraft (Specifically Hermitcraft)
Pokemon
If you are in the g/t community of these, I apologize. You will be seeing a LOT of me.
I go by they/them pronouns and feel free to call me Sera.
Currently have no plans for v0re on this blog, if I make a sideblog for it, I'll put the @ here.
wanting to join in on the bloodymary g/t stuff but lowkey feel like i’m always just reheating someone elses nachos. but ugh ouuu
huge fan of simon being the smaller one because smth about him coming face to face with another huge being (eeli Vs grace) but instead of being tormented and manipulated, he’s treated with soft words and consideration. finally someone listens to him
grace would be stoked at having human interaction again, maybe a little clumsy since it’s been a while and he has to remember how to properly read human body language again. maybe a little overly cautious with simon at first which gets him a little scolding.
once they pass the hurdle of both of them being convinced the other is some weird hallucination and they get into the actual pits of getting along, they figure out they’re both a little desperate for touch and contact and that opens a whole floodgate. grace soaking up any skin to skin contact and simon taking in some of the first soft touches he’s had in a long while. they’re practically clinging together
simon leaning against graces hand when they’re sat idly at one of the lab table, simon bundled up on the collar of graces cardigan once they get a little more confident. grace rubbing an idle thumb against simon’s back when they’re quiet, finding some way to always make sure his shadow is falling over simon cos simon doesn’t like the overhead lights all that much even when they’re dimmed.
ugh!!! something about ‘relearning’ trust with another human after what they’ve been through and were cast out by other people to accomplish the impossible, the trust part just gets a little more complicated with their size difference, but love wins love wins
When the tiny fish guy you nabbed out a of a blood-filled submarine free floating in space finally get comfortable enough to share his interests with you and you suddenly understand cuteness aggression.
Loosely based on Displaced by SpaceBugArts, Our House by KyloBlue, and Once Upon A Starship Weary by Orderly. I've had those three fics open and refreshed daily. Good food.
grace’s kisses would be brief. moving so slowly it makes simon want to yell at him to hurry up. his lips slightly pursed and merely brushing against simon’s body.
simon has to lean into his face and do most of the work. but a few seconds after simon shoves his face into the giant lips, grace is already pulling away. leaving simon desperately wanting more
he doesn’t mean to be a tease. he just feels nervous about hurting simon.
giant simon
simon is not the one to propose a kiss. it is always grace’s idea. simon is very touch starved but is too nervous to initiate contact. believing that if he dares to ask for it he’ll be shut down and his advances will be rejected
before he kisses grace he asks for permission. making absolutely sure this is wanted. his kisses are unrelenting and rough and he knows this
scooping grace into his palm and bringing him up to his face. kissing his whole body. barely restraining himself from using his tongue. in a more intimate moment he would use tongue… but he doesn’t trust himself to control himself to not take it that far. leaving grace gasping for air when he pulls away.
normal size grace with rocky who’s like, the size of a baseball. tiny palm sized dude. rolling around the hail mary looking like a hamster going nuts in his ball
rocky with a tiny tiny grace because humans are just so small compared to eridians. rocky is so so careful with tiny grace. tiny grace also gets a hamster ball situation for his own safety
normal size grace, with normal size rocky mentioning he’s a little small for eridans, definitely smaller than adrian. then they get to erid and grace finds that adrian is the size of an entire house. adrian loves their tiny spouse, and eventually also loves the tiny weird fragile alien thing he came home with <3 love wins
Have some small snippets from gtjuly2026 prompts I have done or started!
8. Secret:
“The longer you wait, the worse it will be.” Adrian spoke and bumped a claw against Rocky. Rocky leaned into the touch and let out a quick note Grace would have interpreted as a sigh.
“Humans are scared of things bigger than them.” Rocky hesitates to say out loud. Him and Grace had watched a number of movies on the way back to Erid. Some of which had involved giant monsters destroying cities and humans terrified and running for their lives. Rocky hadn’t liked those movies very much. “What if Grace is the same?”
12. Kidnap:
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” A loud, obnoxious voice practically squealed. Ryland looked up, meeting eyes with none other than the Tom Ryder. The biggest a-hole Colt has ever worked with, according to Colt himself. Ryder’s glare soon turned confused though as he looked Ryland over. “Seavers? What the hell are you wearing?”
“You ran into him, Ryder.” Colt said, appearing next to Ryland and helping him up. “You okay?” He asked and Ryland nodded, rolling his shoulder a bit.
15. Free Fall:
Some ways down, but already above where Colt was still climbing, the string was beginning to tear. The sound Ryland was hearing was the faint sound of individual threads snapping apart. Slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.
And Colt wasn’t even halfway down yet.
And yes, so far it is all Project Hail Mary and The Fall Guy lol.
Meet the Adrenians, they're just as advanced as Eridians and Humans, but have never left their planet due to 1. Astrophage never being a problem, and 2. They are afraid of an ancient predator in the upper stratosphere/Mesosphere that used to be their natural predator.
It isn't until they find the debris + ejected fuel bays from the Hail Mary sis they decided to start their own space-exploration, finding out their predator has long since devolved into another species.
Adding more: Commander Leo is found by Grace, Rocky, and a crew of Eridians that go on a return trip to Adrian. As Adrian is 14 light-years away from Erid, they experience a total of 28 years from time dilation and during that time begin their space exploration.
Unfortunately, much like the Eridians, have no idea about Radiation.
Meet the Adrenians, they're just as advanced as Eridians and Humans, but have never left their planet due to 1. Astrophage never being a problem, and 2. They are afraid of an ancient predator in the upper stratosphere/Mesosphere that used to be their natural predator.
It isn't until they find the debris + ejected fuel bays from the Hail Mary sis they decided to start their own space-exploration, finding out their predator has long since devolved into another species.
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.
Ryland Grace is the sole survivor on a mission he doesn't remember volunteering for. Alone on a ship scaled far too large for a borrower, he has to try to figure out why he's so far from home, and what he's supposed to do. On top of that, he needs to figure out why this mission is so prepared to have a borrower on the crew--standing at only six inches tall, it's easy to think none of this was meant for him. And yet, everywhere he looks he finds evidence that whoever built this ship built it with both humans and borrowers in mind.
An impossible task looms over him. A scientific mystery has somehow sent him hurtling through space, impossibly far from any other human or borrower, and it's on him to surpass an extinction-level threat that doesn't care how big someone is. It will end the world all the same if he doesn't do something about it.
But, despite what he thinks, he's not alone.
Artwork by the incredible @hailed-marys! Go check them out for some artwork, or even just some fun blogging. Extremely grateful to them for this lovely work ❤️
i found this AMAZING giant/tiny bloodymary fanfiction on AO3 written by @smallification, and i love it so much!
the fic is In the Light (Still Below) by rockification
brief summary: Simon is tiny, and Grace and Rocky find the little SM-13 floating in space. Grace is a giant, and naturally, Simon is terrified (lots of great moments! please, check it out!)
i was inspired to make art of it!
i call these:
"Through A Pinhole", version one (the draft):
(i made the draft before re-reading the fic; some details are fudged)
and,
"Through A Pinhole", version two:
this is the final version, where i re-read the fic and triple-checked everything - from the controls of the rover to simon's number of arms - for the sake of being more accurate!
close-up of The Eye down here! (and some notes)
AKA, Grace being nosey (and the most terrifying thing in the world)
*on my knees, praying* please look at all the lights and doohickeys. please look at the reflections in grace's eye. please notice that i made his eye resemble the earth. please see the parallels to the eyes in Iron Lung
aaand here's the back of simon's head. just because
when making the first draft, i originally drew simon with his arm and then made this whole joke about having to chop it off again, so i redrew him without the arm - but TURNS OUT, i had to glue that sucker back on! i got my continuity mixed up
look: i even kept the arm! (i was too attached. unlike simon)
Blip-A and Hail Mary Gijinka designs by: @salmonpiffy
Eridian designs by me :)
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My take:
The ships AI see themselves + the other ship in human/eridian forms. Mary has a large display in the cockpit where her 'human' design can interact with the crew (kinda like a vtuber but for the ai).
The ships are still physically just spaceships however.
Mary uploads Blip-A's data to her servers before they leave to reach Erid (as much as I love the doomed yuri, I think it's more fun to have a happy ending for them)
