i thought i died but this is okay.. it looks like my cell at coi. maybe everything was a dream. anyways i found a computer with this website open..
for now just call me convict i guess. ill figure something out for the future.
my caterpillar is named little guy. please be nice to him.
mod here! I'll always type in pink text.
this is an iron lung (film) ask blog where simon wakes up after apparently dying. the only things that didn't happen in this canon are him telling ava his name and the specifics of the flashbacks. otherwise everything else from the movie happened to him!
I will delete any asks that make me uncomfortable. otherwise there aren't any rules on asks.
I recommend sending asks instead of reblogging or commenting, because I tend to miss reblogs and comments.
I would appreciate if you guys avoided sending gifs in asks. the constant movement hurts my head so I usually struggle being able to answer the ask :(
if you sent an ask that wasn't weird or that you don't know if it made me uncomfortable but i haven't posted yet, just send in another ask and ill let you know if it got lost or if i deleted it ^^
I take breaks often to avoid burn out, so I'm going to put a little spot for me to update so you guys know when I'm on break or something.
on break currently: yes ?
estimated return: not sure. currently having a mental health issue and cant roleplay properly.
some hcs and info for this au:
- after 'dying', he wakes up in a little cell with a bathroom and computer, but no other furniture or anything.
- the cell has no food in it. tap does run though, so he does have water.
- walls and floor are concrete. no windows. it consists of three rooms: a main room that is 10 square paces, a small bathroom with only a sink and toilet, and another small room around the size of a walk-in closet.
- this is similar to the cell he was kept in by the coi, except now with a computer.
- he has both arms and his skin isn't all melted off, but his hands are blistered and he's still puking blood and hallucinating. see #health check for more recent health updates
- simon is 26 years old.
- he got in the habit of using his name as a way to test what's real or not, so he feels weird telling anyone his name, but he lets people call him his name now because now he knows most of the askers know his name lol.
- in theory, he could check for other apps / sites, but he's scared that if he leaves tumblr he won't be able to get back to it so he rarely leaves his blog page.
Well I can't do that here. I wasn't like supposed to make any planets or moons here cause like the Gods are just "oh well humanity is trying to fix this themselves you can't help them blah blah blah" I tuned them out after that... Then got arrested for disobeying them but y'know *I roll over, now looking like I'm sitting but still at Simon's eye level* shit happens -faceplanted 🦊
i dont blame you. i would tune them out too if they were always pestering me.
*I hand Simon a cigarette, grabbing a lighter once again from seemingly nowhere before "laying" on my back, aka just floating in a position that looks like that* Sorry I couldn't like help you with the Bloodmoon thing I uh, was in jail so I couldn't get you out or anything -faceplanted 🦊
*simon takes a drag from the cigarette and sighs.*
its okay. just dont make any other moons like that. or planets or anything.
*he doesnt ask about the jail thing despite being curious.*
*I go to take a cigarette out the pack* is this a universe smoking can kill humans? I uh haven't been human in decades, pair that with hoping universes so often I.. Can't remember things about them all too well -faceplanted 🦊
I tried to destroy it... After you somehow ended up here but it for some bullshit reason... Won't go away... *I hesitate before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from seemingly nowhere* do.. Humans in this universe smoke? -faceplanted 🦊
uh..
*simon eyes the cigarettes pretty obviously.*
we arent supposed to on the stations but we do anyways.
HII MOD IM SO HAPPY YOURE BACK💛💛💛💛 you got me into Tumblr rp and so I'm just happy to see you and I know you don't know me but stumbling across your account a while back genuinely made the next few months very great for me after beginning my own account
-from the person who sends the concerned anon messages
Look I made it while I was mad *I say touching Simon's back lightly in a (not so good) attempt to comfort him* I was trying to help the people of this universe by making a new planet for them but *I run my hand through my hair* everytime the planet would just disappear a second later so in a fit of rage I made a moon. It stayed and I didn't... Know there was blood on it until you were sent into it and I couldn't do anything
*simon automatically flinches away from the touch.*