My hyperfixations come and go, never really dead

This is how Project Hail Mary went, right?

When You Look at Dr. Grace

he hasnt interacted with another human in like 6 years he’s kind of really weird <3

notes read:

- Simon stands and stretches a minimum of 3x a day

- He apologizes to inanimate objects a lot. I find it quite charming. I wonder if he had a bad childhood.

- He takes up as little space as possible, often.

- Really cagey when I call Eden a cult. Will refrain from doing so. Even though it definitely is.

- I think he's asian.

- Sleeps on his left side and also sleeps like a rock. Rocky if you ready this (I know you will), that is not an insult.

- I mentioned moms as a subject and he got really weepy for days. Don't mention moms.

- Don't watch Mamma Mia.

i had.... another idea.

basically, i slap Amnesia Grace into the iron lung after simon uses the cancer button and is sent back down. and then they do a Canon Divergence and stuff happens

im genuinely considering writing a fic for it (because i canNOT make 2 comics at a time) and i feel like i need to be talked out of it. i literally dont write, its not my artform, why do i think i can write a fanfiction

anyway close ups \/

also as a little treat: (context, the whole time i was drawing the above art i had Jamiroquai Virtual Insanity on loop)

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.

virtual insanity (3700 words) by BronzePlates Summary: Simon just irradiated 3 people and got dropped back into the blood ocean. He'd love to wallow in his mistakes, but there's something shifting just behind the wall… Ryland Grace does not know that "Ryland Grace" is his name, nor does he know where he is or who the hell this scrappy man is next to him. (Freshly amnesia-d Grace appears in the SM-13, and now they BOTH have to deal with it)

for context, i made a fic based on the idea from these sketches i made

When You Look at Dr. Grace