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in a fit of fury and passion, i have posted the first part of my bloodymary coffeeshop au. there will be more coming asap!! if you want to read it i would love u forever and if you want to comment i will cry thank you for reading!!!
book grace: rocky would you still love me if i were a worm
movie rocky: would grace still love rocky if rocky were a taumoeba
only have a couple more school assignments left this month!! you know what that means!!!!! back to writing bloodymary fanfic! a hanahaki au and the third part of my coffee shop au are being written literally Right Now
guys i can NOT watch any of the new spiderman trailers without thinking of that one Deadpool/spidey fanart with the webs…….. please does anyone else have this struggle
yearner x yearner
inspired by these edits! [1] [2]
May I add some Bloody to your Mary with a dash of Adrian-Simon bestism?
i'm new to crossover ships, i'm scared
hi everybody the bloodymary coffee shop au is not over and I am still so invested in it but I’m currently about 8000 words into a hanahaki one shot :D
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
free fic idea up for grabs. godspeed
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85679216
the next part of "if i couldn't have you, i'd rather be alone," my bloodymary coffeeshop au, is now up! if you read, comment, or kudos, i love and appreciate you!! thank you so much for reading :) i hope you enjoy!
(also tumblr is doing the weird thing where it won’t make a link the big link button :( but the fic is there i promise)
putting the dog to sleep by the antlers and bloodymary maybe??? thoughts from the crowd???
so I made a badge. Today, is important day in history (sadly, I can't just give yall badges but if you have a badge maker and wanna make yourself please do!)
I have a few other bloodymary badges designs too ^-^
very very rough Simon sketch from my coffee shop au that exploded from my fingertips today
i am not an artist by any means please read my fics they’re much better than my drawing skills
hey guys i’m working on a bloodymary coffee shop au 😀
You said we can request like 500 word drabbles right? (Is "drabbles" a word?? Do ykwim with that??)
If so... Is there any possibility for a trans Simon.. Like.. I need it...
“When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.”
It was the first time that Simon drew blood.
The boy— Ezekiel, if Sibmah remembers correctly— scrambles back, red ichor streaming down his face and dripping onto patchwork clothes. He stares up at Sibmah, trembling.
Sibmah does not cow. He stares back, down, teeth bared and fists clenched.
“I am not. A fucking. Whore.”
The words are no less sharp for the way his voice pitches up, for the cloth that falls to his knees and sways or the hair tied up with modesty.
Sibmah takes a step forward. The boy scrambles back.
There’s a sort of twisted pride that Sibmah derives from the glimmer of fear shining up at him. Girls weren’t supposed to be scary. They weren’t supposed to have claws or venom. They were small, quiet, submissive. They didn't snap back.
Sibmah jolts forward, grinning as Ezekiel whimpers and throws himself backwards.
Oh, to have even a modicum of power.
Sibmah gasps as a hand lands on his shoulder. Somehow, without turning around, without daring to exhale, he knows who it is.
"You're the one who sneaks into our lessons, hm? Who watches when you're supposed to be cooking with the women?"
Sibmah swallows, terror creeping up his throat.
"Yes, Father."
"Hm." The hand on his shoulder squeezes. "Simon, then."
The hand disappears, the hall echoing as boots click along the metal paneling of the floor.
"Come along."
It's the first time Simon is happy to obey.
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"It was a death sentence. Being a woman."
Simon watches as Grace traces the scars on his chest. Grace is gentle, searching, eyes wide and all-absorbing as he trails the lines that have almost faded entirely.
It's a kind of gentleness that puts a knot in Simon's throat.
"Is that why you did it?" Grace asks, voice just as soft as his lingering touches.
Simon shrugs, leaning back and sighing as his head sinks into the pillows. "Part of it, I think. I mean, I was just doing whatever I could to make sure I didn't end up like my mom."
Grace hums, hands splayed on either side of Simon's torso and thumbs dragging along the old marks. "So, you're…?"
"I'm a man." Simon snaps, then winces. He drags a hand over his face and is comforted by the fact that Grace hasn't pulled away. "Fuck, sorry, I know that's not- what you meant."
Simon sighs, staring up at their bedroom ceiling as he considers.
"I am a man. That's not really what I was thinking as a kid, though. I just knew I couldn't end up like the Sisters."
It's silent for a few moments, the words hanging in the air. Simon hadn't told Grace everything about Eden— he didn't know if he had it in him to crack open that part of his soul just yet. Maybe ever.
"I'm sorry." Grace murmurs, leaning forward to press his forehead against Simon's sternum. "That it wasn't a happy thing for you."
Simon closes his eyes. He moves his hand, finding one of Grace's and lacing it with his own. The words, once he manages them, are small.
"I always thought the 'made in His image thing' was bullshit."
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a/n: also i see all of your reqs in my inbox!! drabbles are sort of a 'ooh this is a banger idea and i have a free half hour' kinda thing but there's def some in there that i'd like to do!! might just take me a while to get around to them :p
nice try, get out the way you're in our way, get lost forever
challengers — mangetout
I was fucking around on your ai slop bores me and I found a bloodymaryling
please please please please please
