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Something else I see people keep forgetting: between humans and Eridians, we are the astronauts. And we are good at it.
Eridians' perception of the world relies on something that is completely absent in space — sound. They haven't been looking at the stars their entire existence the way we have. Their concept of aliens might only be as old as their discovery of astrophage. They made a bad ship, because it was their first one ever! Rocky himself says they rushed it, and that multiple (vital) things broke. Their mission was just as much of a Hail Mary pass as ours was — they had no idea what they were doing, if they could even travel in space safely. And, as it turns out, they couldn't.
Humans are the ones who have been doing it over multiple lifetimes. Mary is state of the art. We've been space farers longer than most humans have been alive. We can actually see through space. We are more likely to survive exposure to the void. We can encase our lighter, more flexible, more mobile bodies in a material that lets us walk outside of our ship, and, to a degree, we can get our bearings out there in a way Eridians just can't.
Eridians are not looking at Mary and thinking she's a bad ship. They are not thinking humans have no idea what we're doing. They are looking at this species that can walk in the stars, have been perfecting machines to take us to them for decades, have been dreaming about them and mapping them and naming them for millennia, and used all of that to save them, and thinking, wow.
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Summary: shameless bloodymary smut. inspired by this post from @wraithillustrates . this is not a cute lil fluffy fuck! read the tags! also sorry I used a ~ lol it felt better than a ! (wc: 3.8k) || ao3
top!ryland, bottom!simon, established relationship, bondage, praise kink, doctor kink, rough sex, power play / dynamic, face fucking, blow job, spit as lube, anal fingering, sweetheart, orgasm control, handjob, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, degredation kink, dry orgasm, orgasm delay, edging, hehe refractory, color system, pet names, aftercare
Simon could hear the fibers of rope grinding against each other. Getting tighter and tighter around his wrists. Pulling his shoulders back, keeping them in place.
“You okay? It’s not too tight?” Grace asked, running his fingers around the rope, against the delicate skin of Simon’s wrist.
“Yes,” Simon’s voice was weak already, he could feel the blush across his cheeks. Even the first step of being tied up by Grace had his mind in a haze.
Grace pulled Simon’s wrists further behind him by the rope and leaned down so his lips brushed against his ear. “Yes, what?”
Simon felt blood rush to his cock, already half hard with anticipation. His mind threw all the nicknames he had for Grace to the front of his thoughts. He knew what Grace was looking for. “Yes, doctor.”
Grace ran his tongue up Simon’s neck, eliciting a whine from him. “Very good.”
Simon’s head fell back, landing on Grace’s shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already, handsome. The fun is just getting started.” Grace’s voice was commanding. Simon lifted his head, “No, doctor. I’m sorry. Please, what do I do next?”
Simon loved all the sides of Grace. His teacher side, his long term partner side, his grumpy in the morning side, all of them. But this side. When Simon got to completely let go and let his doctor tell him what to do, how to make him happy. It was his favorite.
Grace walked around to face Simon, who was still on his knees, arms over his head. Simon’s eyes trailed up all six feet of Grace. Fuck, he was handsome.
“You look so pretty on your knees like this.” Grace squatted down in front of Simon. They were so close, Grace took Simon’s chin in his hands and gently pulled him in for a kiss.
Simon whined when Grace pulled away, feeding Grace’s smirk.
“Do you want more, beautiful?”
Simon nodded eagerly, “Yes, please, yes.”
Grace unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and stepping out of them as he took his cock in his hand. It peered out of his boxers, slowly revealing itself as Grace’s hand worked faster.
“Here you go, baby.” Grace stepped towards Simon and fed his cock into his open mouth, chuckling in pleasure as Simon greedily took him in.
Simon’s tongue swirled circles around Grace’s dick, and he hollowed his cheeks as he sucked him deeper to his throat. His arms were still above his head, aching from the position. The pain only made him work harder.
“You’re so good at this,” Grace whispered, using his hand to keep the strands of Simon’s hair that fell past his headband out of his eyes. Clipped breaths left Grace’s mouth, eyes narrowed on Simon below him. He really did look beautiful like this. Eyes closed, mouth stretched open around the girth of him. Putting all his efforts into pleasing him. He was perfect.
Simon then took Grace to the hilt and hummed, a trick he’d been waiting to try.
Grace arched over Simon, fingers tightening in his hair as he moaned in surprise. “Ohhhh, Simon,” his eyes were closed now, oblivious to Simon gazing up at him, drinking in the reaction. “Simon, do that again.”
So again, holding Grace’s dick down his throat, he hummed. This time, he held it out until he’d counted to five. The sound from Grace was like music to his hears. He’d earned a lot of moans and praises from him over the years, but this was new.
“Simon,” Grace let his partner’s name fall from his lips. His mind was destroyed from the rush of pleasure. He’d never felt something like that before, and he would do anything to keep feeling it. But now, he needed more. He savored the warmth of Simon’s mouth for a few more seconds before pulling out. He watched as Simon slowly closed his mouth, licking around his lips to clean the saliva that had dripped out.
“Was that okay?” Simon figured it was, but the sudden loss from his mouth left him desperate.
“Sweetheart,” Grace stepped to him again, and pulled him to his feet. He pulled Simon’s chest against his own by the front of his shirt, framing their faces with Simon’s biceps. “I am going to fuck you until you come dry.”
They’d talked about that before, and had safe words in place. But it had been a few weeks, and they hadn’t talked about it since.
In that moment, Simon couldn’t think of anything he wanted more.
“That sound okay with you?” Grace’s tone was firm, but Simon knew he could redirect them right now if he wanted. But he knew his response before Grace had finished asking the question.
“Yes, doctor.”
Grace’s eyes flooded with a dark shimmer. “Good, that’s what I want to hear. Now go lay down on the bed, on your back, to rest your arms.”
Simon obeyed without hesitation, Grace following. Sweat was already in his hair, a few pieces dangling over his forehead. So as Grace reached over Simon to take his sweatpants off, Simon leaned up and licked the side of his forehead. Tasted the sweat his mouth had made fall from that face.
“You want me that bad?” Grace sneered, but couldn’t deny the heat it sent through his body.
“Yes, sir. Fuck. Please.” Simon was a mess, and Grace was only getting started.
“Sir?” Grace stripped Simon’s lower half, leaving just his shirt as he crawled over him. “Do you like calling me that?” He straddled Simon’s hips and pushed his shirt up to expose his chest. Grace’s canvas.
Leaning down, he bit Simon’s neck, feeling hot flesh bend beneath his teeth before closing his lips around them and sucking. Once he knew there’d be a dark blossom in place, he raised his head to whisper in Simon’s ear. “Answer me, darling. Did you like calling me sir?”
“Yes,” Simon pleaded, jerking his hips upwards and grinding their cocks together. It was messy, but Simon would have done anything to feel Grace against him.
“Now, now.” Grace bit his lip at the friction, but had returned to his neutral expression by the time he was properly straddling Simon again. “Getting impatient? Tell me what you want, then.” He ran his hands up Simon’s chest, fingers taking their time to appreciate each finely toned muscle.
All words left Simon’s mind. He wanted Grace buried so deep inside him. He wanted to be filled with his come until it leaked out of him and onto their sheets. He wanted to come so hard he went numb. But all he could manage was a whimper.
“Use your words, or I won’t give you anything.”
“Fuck! Please, fuck me, please.”
“Who are you asking?”
“Doctor.”
“Good. I’ll fuck you, but I want you to come once, first.”
Simon nodded, desperate for touch as he attempted to roll his hips under Grace’s weight. His arms shifted to relax into the mattress while still being restrained.
“You want me to touch you?”
“Please,” his response was automatic.
Grace moved one of his thighs between Simon’s legs, nudging Simon’s legs apart. “Lift this up for me, baby.”
Simon’s face heated, but he did as he was told. While one of his legs stayed pinned under Grace’s body, he raised the other to a ninety degree angle.
“Good, perfect. Just how I want you.” Grace’s voice had reached the tone that sent sparks through Simon’s blood.
“Spit,” Grace ordered, placing his hand in front of Simon’s mouth. Simon lifted his head enough to spit into Grace’s palm.
He swirled a finger in it before plunging into Simon’s ass, starting to finger him open. At the same time, he wrapped his palm with the rest of the spit around Simon’s length, moving his hands in tandem.
“Ahhh~” Simon cried out, the sudden stimulation activating his senses. “Oh fuck, so good, fuck.” He moaned, vocal just the way Grace liked.
He hadn’t always been so loud. But once he’d learned Grace had a praise kink too, and how he was rewarded for being vocal, he’d let himself indulge.
Grace kept a steady rhythm in his right hand while pulling his left finger to the rim of Simon’s hole. He began circling it with pressure before adding a second finger to the movement.
“Ohhh fuck, please, more, yes,” Simon rolled his hips, desperate for the emptiness inside him to be stretched back out.
Grace eased his two fingers inside, reaching his knuckles before he started fingering him again. He moved fast, muscles flexing as his fist hit Simon’s ass again and again.
Simon whimpered, head falling to the side as his hips began to jerk involuntarily. A minute went by before Grace saw him bite his bottom lip, a tell Simon had reached a comfortable level of pleasure.
A sign it was time for more.
Grace began separating his fingers each time he drove them into Simon, stretching him just a bit more before he’d add a third. That always made Simon beg in the most delicious way.
This time, Grace added his ring finger without easing it in. He knew Simon liked the pain.
“Fuck!” Simon shouted, hips struggling to jerk off the bed. Grace wished he had a third hand to hold that waist of Simon’s down, but there was no way he was going to stop what either of his hands were doing.
“Good, good. You’re taking my fingers so well, already so wet down here.”
Simon opened his eyes and peered at Grace. His face was red, muscles in both arms flexing as he worked Simon to his first orgasm. He watched as Grace’s eyes went from his hand buried between his legs to his cock. The hunger in those eyes was undeniable.
And then they were on him.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
“Mmmm,” Simon moaned in response, then gathering up the energy for the words. “Yes, ohfuck I’m close.”
Grace kept his motions, watching as Simon’s teeth clamped over his lip, then his eyes squeezed shut. He held that for a few seconds before his hips jerked hard against Grace, come shooting from his dick as his mouth fell open.
“Ryland, Ryland, ohfuck, fuck, Ryland! Fuck!”
Grace let a groan leave his throat, so deep it was almost a growl.
Simon’s chest heaved as he rode out his first orgasm. The most they’d gone in a round was two. The most in a day, three. Grace decided then and there he’d get him to five.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re coming for me,” his voice stayed deep, and he slowly pulled his fingers free. “Ready to do it again?”
In the instant Simon tried to think of which word to use, Grace repositioned himself so he was fully between Simon’s legs, and started fucking him. Hard. He fell over Simon, one hand flat against the mattress, holding him up. The other found that rope and gripped it tight, pulling it against Simon’s wrists.
Simon’s legs shot up, desperate for Grace deeper inside him. Moans were spilling from his mouth, his back arched until his chest met Grace’s.
The sound of pounding filled the room, smack after smack of Grace drilling into Simon without stutter.
Simon kept rolling his hips, desperate for as much of Grace as he could take and then – stars. Grace hit the spot inside him that sent something closer to a scream than a moan from deep in his chest.
Grace gasped in Simon’s ear, the pressure against his tip bringing him closer to his own finish.
“Come… for me…. beautiful,” Grace commanded between thrusts. He knew Simon was right on the edge, so he took the hand from his wrists and reached between them.
At his order, and the fifth slam against his prostate combined with Grace’s hand working that devilish magic between them, Simon came. His hips jerked up, unrestrained this time. Grace moved with him, slowing his pace just barely as he enjoyed the show.
Simon sang his name another time, and Grace vowed he would do anything this man ever wanted.
His own orgasm was close, so close. He saw Simon’s chest collapse against the mattress and knew his second orgasm had ridden its course.
Careful to stay buried deep in Simon, Grace turned his legs beneath him until he was on his shins, knees framing Simon’s ass and pushing his legs further in the air.
And just like that, Grace gripped Simon’s waist with his hands and resumed fucking into him.
Simon gasped, voice weak from strain, and Grace’s head fell back at the euphoria. He could stay like that forever. Buried deep in Simon, using him until he was satisfied.
“You feel so tight Si,” Grace praised, “Gonna make me come.”
“Yes, yes, please,” Simon didn’t need a functioning brain to know he wanted Grace coming inside him. “Fill me, fill me, fuck.”
“Color?” Grace pulled his head forward from being lolled to the side.
Simon’s eyes snapped to his, “Green.”
A sigh left Grace’s lips. He was so fucking close.
“I’ll fill you, handsome. You want my come in you?”
“Yes,” Simon’s voice was louder now, mind slightly clearer from their check in.
Grace’s fingers tightened against Simon’s skin, knuckles turning white as he rolled his hips again and again against him.
“You like when I treat you like this?” Sweat dripped from Grace’s hair to Simon’s pelvis, “Fucking you like a doll?”
The expletive from his lovers mouth was enough to barrel him to the edge. The realization of just how far he was going to take this. What all he’d do to deliver on his promise. He moaned, “Mmhmmm.”
“Good, that’s what you are, you know? When I take you like this,” Grace’s face sneered at his own words, “use you until I decide you’ve come enough.”
Simon’s thighs ached from being held in the air, but the pleasure of having his ass used so ruthlessly overrode it. He would stay like that however long Grace demanded.
“Ohhh sweetheart, I’m close.”
Simon whined, and clenched down around Grace’s cock as he thrust into him.
“Ohhhhh Simon!!” It only took one time for Grace to break, panting as he came inside him.
Simon hadn’t realized how close he was to a third orgasm. He knew they’d done three in a day, and two in a row, but never like this. He hadn’t felt the coil tight in his pelvis, the stretch deep inside him. But it all hit him at once when he felt Grace’s cock pulsing inside him.
“Fuck!” He shouted, beads of come leaking from the tip of his cock. Grace’s head rose, eyes shooting between Simon’s legs.
“Was that three?” he taunted, voice laced with lust and pride.
“I think so,” Simon’s voice was soft.
Grace waited a few seconds, squeezing all the come he could into Simon before pulling out of him.
Simon gasped at the loss, but his head fell back when he felt a drop of something warm leak to his back.
“You think so?” Grace, still half hard, scooted back until his head was between Simon’s legs. He’d lowered them so his feet were resting on the mattress, relief flooding his burning thighs.
Grace licked up the back of Simon’s cock, swirling his tongue over the tip. He took Simon in his hand, and looked up to his eyes. “I guess I’d better make sure you know it this time.”
Grace didn’t know if this would take Simon longer than usual, or he’d come in record time. Either way, he was more than ready to spend the next portion of his life bruising the back of his throat.
Simon’s head fell back against the bed, and he left it that time, trying not to buck his hips too hard but starting to lose himself already.
“Mmmm, feels so good,” Simon moaned.
In response, Grace took him all the way to the back of his throat, jaw stretching as wide as he could, and he hummed.
“Ohhhh! Fuck!” Simon’s hips thrust through all the mental restraint he had and he fucked into Grace’s mouth. He wished his hands were free so he could feel Grace’s hair against his fingers, but knowing he didn’t have the option just made the whole situation hotter.
He tried to hold himself back, not wanting to actually hurt Grace, but before he could Grace had his hands on his back and was pressing Simon deep into him.
His pelvis touched Grace’s nose. That beautiful fucking nose.
Simon’s mind was numb, his arm was still tingling from his last orgasm, and to top it off, Grace hummed. And he moved his head as Simon’s hips jerked, taking him deeper and deeper into his throat.
He heard Grace gagging around him, the tightening of his throat only bringing him closer. His body started to tense, his hips losing control as Grace kept humming and gagging around him. His tongue’s flat pressure against the back of his cock only brought him closer. It was magnified every sensation.
And then it was gone. Cold air hit his cock, and Simon cried out.
“You didn’t think I’d let you come again that easily, did you?” Grace massaged his jaw as he spoke before leaning over to whisper in Simon’s ear. A hand ran up his torso, shirt still pushed all the way up, and pinched his nipple.
Simon whimpered.
“You’ll have to show me just how desperately you want this one.”
“Please,” the word flung itself from Simon’s lips, “Please, I’ll show you, please.”
Grace repositioned himself between Simon’s thighs and wrapped his arms around them, bringing Simon nearly on top of him.
“I love this view,” Grace spoke, letting his eyes slowly wander down Simon’s body. “You’re perfect. And you’re doing such a good job for me.”
Simon’s dick twitched, desperate for the warmth that had been ripped away. They’d edged a few times before. Simon never lasted long.
“Please,” he whispered, and cried out again when Grace lowered his head over him.
Grace bobbed his head, dragging slow patterns around Simon’s cock with his tongue. He took his time, devouring every drop of precum, massaging his thighs as he worked hands free.
Simon was in ecstasy. Surely there was no better feeling than this. Fucked out orgasm after orgasms, now laying here while each sensation brought him slowly closer to a familiar cliff.
Would this be his last one? He wanted to savor it.
Like Grace read his mind and accepted the challenge, he felt more and more of him slide against his tongue and down to his throat. He heard Grace inhale slowly through his nose. And then Grace hummed again, at the same time as he hollowed his cheeks.
The vibrations shot pleasure straight to his brain. He wasn’t going to be savoring anything for very long at this rate. Grace wagged his tongue in his mouth, digging his fingers deep into Simon’s thighs.
He wondered if there would be ten perfect bruises there tomorrow. He hoped there would be.
“Ohhfuck, Doctor!!” the term flew from him on instinct as he came, endorphins rushing to fill his veins. But he also felt… empty. He felt a few drops of come leave him, but the complete sensation was different this time.
Had he done it?
But then, he felt it. More come sprang from him, trailing down his cock into Grace’s throat. Just a little, but enough. Grace swallowed it eagerly, not pulling away until Simon had stilled his twitching.
Grace was beaming. He leaned up, resting his arms around Simon’s head and kissing him deeply. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Simon nuzzled into him, ready to start relaxing, when Grace continued speaking.
“You think you can give me one more?”
Simon whimpered.
“Honey?” Simon warmed at the endearment, but his brain latched to the tone.
Grace wasn’t asking.
Simon nodded against him. “Is that what I need, doctor?”
Grace bit into his shoulder, then brought his teeth to the spot where his shoulder met his neck, and sucked. Simon writhed, his body unknowing if it wanted closer or distance from the sensation.
He pulled his lips away, admiring the two marks he’d now left. He looked to Simon’s eyes. “Color?”
Simon thought for a moment. He looked down at his body, it looked like him, but he felt so used. So fucked, so filled. But a little part of him was still begging for more.
“Green,” Simon’s voice was low, and he shifted a bit. “You should make sure I don’t have a single drop left.”
Grace’s head fell to rest on Simon’s, pressing their foreheads together. He shakily exhaled, breath on Simon’s face. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”
Simon rubbed his cock against Grace’s, eyes pleading.
“I will never get enough of you,” Grace confessed, leaning back and lining himself up to fuck him. He looked to Simon, so blissfully fucked out, yet willing to be used again. Arms so pretty tied above him. And that face. He wished he could take a picture of how Simon looked right now. It’d probably make him come handsfree if he looked long enough.
Simon gave him a small nod and pushed Grace against him.
Grace bit his lip, shaking his head as he pushed back into Simon. They both groaned at the sensation.
“I won’t last,” Grace whispered, and began a slower pace than he’d had before. His hands ran across Simon’s chest, damp with sweat, and found his hips again.
Simon was moaning thoughtlessly as Grace used him. This was slower, more intentful, each thrust deep into him and angled just right.
“Oh, Si…” he thrust just a bit faster, one hand dropping to fist the sheets as the other tightened around Simon’s waist.
“Ryland,” Simon choked out, and his cock twitched erratically against his stomach. But nothing came out. His face pinched, mouth falling open as he rode this feeling out.
The movements on top of his speed sent Grace spiraling into his orgasm, head falling between his shoulders as he released another round.
A few moments passed before Grace looked up. Simon had relaxed, laying with his eyes closed. Grace slowly pulled out of him and reached up to unknot the rope between his hands.
“There you go, sweetheart,” Grace cooed, sliding the rope down Simon’s arms before tossing it to the floor. He lowered Simon’s arms to his sides and gently kissed his temple.
“Are you feeling okay?” he whispered, studying Simon’s face.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “come lay with me.”
Grace didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arm over Simon’s torso while the other reached above him, untangling Simon’s hair.
“You’re everything I could ever want. In every way.” Grace whispered into Simon’s ear, placing slow kisses around his forehead.
“So are you,” Simon mused, and they both smiled as they closed their eyes and snuggled into each other.
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Some more ideas I had regarding the Pacific Rim AU [ check my first post here ] mostly regarding timeline stuff!
I want to thank @mai--art-blog for helping to expand on the story and ideas as well!! They especially helped come up with the comic 8D Thank you so much for chatting with me about this fun AU 💕
Thanks to everyone as well for enjoying this fun silly concept!!✨
Pretty sure it would emotionally destroy me to write a fic like this but I have come up with too many ideas to not write something down. Do with these as you wish, if you do use any of them I’d love to know!! :)
Events that I think would trigger Simon’s trauma/ptsd (most likely leading to some sort of panic attack)
-tries to take a warm shower and the hot water reminds him of the blood
-accidentally bites his tongue/cheek while chewing and tastes the blood in his mouth
-In a dark room and the light flashes on (reminds him of the x ray pictures)
-Fires breaking out
-Objects that he had and used in the submarine (tape, rubbing alcohol, fire extinguisher, flashlights, life jackets, etc..)
-Looking in mirrors and seeing the scars on his face/body
-Darkness in general, seeing things in it, especially if there is stuff that resembles faces/people (extra on this is that he sleeps with a night light now)
-Hearing a voice and not directly looking at the person
-Smells like iron, gas leaks, hot humidity in air (that’s more of a feeling), and metal
a few months ago my friend called me and told me she was moving back up near me from 7 hours south in the middle of nowhere and asked if i would help her because she couldn’t move the furniture by herself and the town was so small there was no moving company (there were actually only 5 or six businesses in the whole town including both restaurants) and she had no one else down there to ask.
And even though money is pretty tight for her, she told me I could name my price if I would help her, because it was so far away.
I told her she was a dummy for thinking i would take her money but that i would accept the traditional helping-a-friend-move price: a meal (i know she would feel wrong about herself if she didn’t do something for me in return, that’s just how she is) Tradition suggests pizza and beer, we opted for enchiladas and a margarita.
we crashed on the floor of the empty place and left back north in the morning - when we got back to the city three more friends met us at her storage place (the place she was moving into wouldn’t be vacant for a couple months) and we started to move all her stuff up to a storage room on the THIRD FLOOR (because large city storage places be like that)
we had just taken the first box out of the truck when the (only) lady working there walked by and told us they closed in an hour and twenty minutes, and she couldn’t stay even a little late because she had to get to her other job.
One hour twenty minutes. To completely un-jenga a large uhaul and re-tetris it back into a similar sized room on the third floor.
We all just, shared a look, took off hoodies, and got the fuck down to business.
It was actually.. I still cherish look we passed around. The tiny eyebrow quirks and chin nods. The eye glints. The bigger breath we each took as we prepared to kick it up several gears. That moment of wordless connection, when we all just silently agreed that we were damn well going to do the impossible and didn’t even waste the time it would take to say anything, just got to it.
And we did it too. Finished with exactly two full minutes to spare. And then we all went for dinner and drinks to celebrate. And my friend’s friends that came to help? Two of them were acquaintances/friends of mine already. Like I lived with one for a year a decade ago sort of thing. But this experience? Brought us all closer. Made myself a new friend too.
And the friend i helped move? She and I are closer than ever because of it.
When i left our storage success diner to go home, she asked me again if I was sure i wouldn’t take any money.
I said “I ever tell you when I was 22 I went down to Hollywood to try that scene out? Anyway ten months later, when I just couldn’t do it anymore, and needed to come back, I called one of my best friends and said i can’t do this anymore i need to come back.
You know what he said? He said: I’ll be there tomorrow. Not how much will you pay me, not what do i get out of it, not will you be able to cover my gas, just: I’ll be there tomorrow. Okay? You’re my friend. If you need help, I’m going to be there”
If helping someone move ruins your friendship, you’re doing at least one of those two things very wrong.
Aerospace Engineer Looks at SM-13 for the First Time
So, I'm friends with someone who makes airplanes for a living. They wish to remain anon. I tossed them some SM-13 renders to see if they could make anything of it (for wiki purposes), and got this in response...
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most noticably, his repetitive circling motion with his thumb over his empty knife holster (which he often touches for reassurance in a kind of muscle-memory reaching for a weapon that isn't there)
then his light tracing of the map, brushing his fingers over it to situate himself, and just the delicate way he handles everything in general, like he's trying hard not to damage anything (he's very physical/visual, he also uses his hands when gesturing directions)
when he finds the Eden pendant he ties it around his wrist to keep it secure, but he also holds it enclosed in his palm. he keeps it tight in his fist under his thumb. part reverence part anchor to home
and when he's stressed he makes fists and fidgets with his hands / the pendant. he also bows his head to it in his hand like he's praying or hoping it'll bring him luck like a talisman
We know Simon was losing chunks of time during this sequence, and we, the audience, are getting whiplashed around scenes, so I wonder just how long he was here in reality... dissociating, staring at the wall, jumping at auditory hallucinations, in complete silence, wasting that oxygen.
It's one of the first big "mental shutdown" moments we see from Simon. He's buzzed after that alcohol shot, starting to deal with micro-sleeps from exhaustion, and...
He just sat there. For who knows how long. Just sat.
I'm wondering if TGWTYCW sat in that same chair and did the same thing. Just sat there and let his oxygen go out.
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Inspired by @ctrl-shift-alt-9 's headcanon about Simon mining asteroids as a convict I decided to headcanon a design for a four convict mining unit. I'm not the most comfortable in photobash but it really felt like the perfect medium for this one.
Portable mining units
As I envision it this MS's would be a small part of C.O.I's mining operation. Leaving prisoners inside mostly on their own for better or for worse, with not much guard oversight in terms of rationing or behaviour, the shittiness of the circumstance would depend mostly on who you are stuck with. And considering the relative autonomy, being considered for MS work would be the kind of thing you get for good behaviour.
Otherwise you just get to work in the bigger supervised mine or the refineries (which I might also concept out later).
(Also I would consider it funny that the C.O.I owns both an SM and an MS 13 and both had the same unlucky convict inside at some point.)
More headcanons
- The mining stations are all equipped with a radio that is supposed to only serve as communication with nearby tow ships, but there is a way to jail break/jerry rig them into taking external signals. The convicts that can do that are valuable in prison society. The jail broken communicators are mostly used to listine in on passing vessels, or sometimes even far away eden scavenger transmissions or something like it. If a mining operation is all made out of previous eden brothers, that is most likely what they do in their free time.
- a sub headcanon to this is an actual pirate radio station in the iron lung universe, but I think I'll make a separate post for that.
-All the mining suits are numbered, and since Korean culture might have survived in space I think number 4 is still considered unlucky. Simon always gets the number 4 suit
-The crews are usually chosen at random but you can cash in favours to be with the same people twice in a row, I wouldn't say it's common, but there are reoccurring crews that are somehow bonded on these missions (I don't think a cosmic misery universe is complete without a little bit of hope)
Inspired by @ctrl-shift-alt-9 's headcanon about Simon mining asteroids as a convict I decided to headcanon a design for a four convict mining unit. I'm not the most comfortable in photobash but it really felt like the perfect medium for this one.
Portable mining units
As I envision it this MS's would be a small part of C.O.I's mining operation. Leaving prisoners inside mostly on their own for better or for worse, with not much guard oversight in terms of rationing or behaviour, the shittiness of the circumstance would depend mostly on who you are stuck with. And considering the relative autonomy, being considered for MS work would be the kind of thing you get for good behaviour.
Otherwise you just get to work in the bigger supervised mine or the refineries (which I might also concept out later).
(Also I would consider it funny that the C.O.I owns both an SM and an MS 13 and both had the same unlucky convict inside at some point.)
More headcanons
- The mining stations are all equipped with a radio that is supposed to only serve as communication with nearby tow ships, but there is a way to jail break/jerry rig them into taking external signals. The convicts that can do that are valuable in prison society. The jail broken communicators are mostly used to listine in on passing vessels, or sometimes even far away eden scavenger transmissions or something like it. If a mining operation is all made out of previous eden brothers, that is most likely what they do in their free time.
- a sub headcanon to this is an actual pirate radio station in the iron lung universe, but I think I'll make a separate post for that.
-All the mining suits are numbered, and since Korean culture might have survived in space I think number 4 is still considered unlucky. Simon always gets the number 4 suit
-The crews are usually chosen at random but you can cash in favours to be with the same people twice in a row, I wouldn't say it's common, but there are reoccurring crews that are somehow bonded on these missions (I don't think a cosmic misery universe is complete without a little bit of hope)
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