lost in the sauce

my contribution to the bloodymary fandom. and a thank you to @oof-ouch-yikes for keeping us hungry bloodymary fans fed. go read their fic, it’s really good and this animatic is based off of it!

I initially started on this project two years ago, but I'm going to try and get legs under this again! This is a project that I have designed for artists who have experience animating, those that want to try a very quick shot to animate, and people that would like to contribute a drawing instead of an animation! There's also plenty of flexibility on what is being drawn, so take a look and spread the word to artists of all skill level! I'd love for this to be finished one day and to show Impulse and Skizz!

I have the very rough storyboard already done, and a few more refined storyboards have been made by myself and those who originally expressed interest.

Take a look at the various roles under the cut! Most importantly, fill in the form and share with those that would like to get involved with a large project that doesn't require any prior experience!

Rocky mate bad as hell!

My first actual contribution for the Bloodymary fandom and it's mfing angst, ahaha oh well enjoy~

Based off this tweet:

safe now

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PHM??? HECK YEAH

END POEM? OMG

STUNNING ART???

Simon refusing to sleep in the cots or the pods, and instead decides to sleep on the floor most often when arriving to the Hail Mary. Curled up in the corner nook of the planet room, right by the window, using the quilt and his old now clean-ish clothes as a pillow.

Simon cuddling the clothes, curling up tight as if someone would try to take them from him. Grace coming to check on him, delivering him some soup, watching him flinch away when he steps near the clothing.

Grace, sliding down the wall to sit close by. "Don't worry, I won't take anything."

"..You took my arm." He mutters.

"Sorry.. It was shattered in 3 different places and your hand was crushed. You had internal ganegrene. If I hadn't...It might have spread to your shoulder. Limbs are easier then shoulders.. I left as much as I could though."

"Mhf.."

"But you already knew that."

"You keep telling me."

"I keep telling you on purpose. I want you to know for sure. I don't want you to think I took it because I wanted to. I did my best. Armando helped a lot. Considering I've never amputated an arm before, and it has minimal swelling and infection? I say I did pretty good for my first time."

"Mmh."

"Are you.. going to eat?"

Truthfully, Simon was starving. His mouth had started to salvate the second he smelled the bowl, but he still didn't know what Grace had wanted for all of this help. He didn't have anything of value. He didn't *know* anything of value. Sometimes when Grace and that rock spider spoke he got a migraine just trying to understand them. Simon always thought of himself as intelligent.. yeah.. not anymore.

Rolling over, he gave a small glare, eyeing his thinning figure. Grace had said something about stretching rations the other day, which made him worried. And now, he was giving him a whole bowl of soup to himself? For someone so smart he sure was an idiot.

Yeah sure, lets waste resources on a man useless to the mission and that has only been nothing but aggressive and cold since his arrival. Like that made any sense...

Simon grunts, curling tighter into his corner like a rescue dog into the side of its cage.

"You eat it.."

"Are you sure you aren't hungry? Come on, we'll share."

"Share??" He asked as if Grace just insulted him, scrunching his nose, even baring his teeth. Why the hell would he want something so intimate? He just met him a couple days ago. Unless.. he was wanting something else.

Something more.

girl help the brainworms are so bad im making art of my own fic

Stupid doodle of this post that did numbers on my other blog lol

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