Chaos GremLen

Some projects of mine

Bloody Mary - Helping Hand comic - Collection of other BloodyMary things I'm obsessed with them. Also, these 2 movies gave us so many cakes. So many ships. mmmm living the life. yummy Detroid: Become Human - Little do they know (Reed900) - Reed900 Art Table of contents I'm working on a sixty fic. It'll come out at some point, dunno when tho lol And my next long fic after Little do They Know will be a SimonxMarkus fic :3 (What's their ship name?)

I take fic writing and drawing prompts btw :3 Don't be afraid to give me any!

Sides of a Coin A Detroit: Become Human inspired choose your own adventure game. I'm still working on that one and don't have much to share about it. There's a lot of work to do in a cyoa ;-;

About Comms

My commissions are open with conditions. My motivation to do art wavers a lot. It's even greater when it comes to commission art. Plus, there are a lot of changes coming in my life soon that will rock my normal. All to say- Commissions will take me a while to complete, but they will be completed. Just keep it in mind.

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In the morning, Grace gets woken up by giggles and snickers. He cracks open an eye and almost instantly regrets it. It's so bright already.

Above him are some of his students. They jump back when they see their teacher looking at them sleepily.

"What's up with you guys?" he asks them.

A few of them point to his chest. Looking down, he spots the janitor sleeping, head on his shoulder and arm wrapped around his middle.

"Is he your boyfriend?" one of the girl asks.

"No. I don't even know the guy." he says with a bit of a snort. Kids and their imaginations.

After he shooes the students away, Grace shifts, trying to ignore his aching bones. He doesn't want to get up. For one, it would hurt even more once he started moving around. But he also didn't wanna wake up the man on his chest.

At some point, the hand on his chest clenches and the janitor lets out a sigh. Looks like he might be waking up soon. After a bit more stirring, the man shoots up and to his feet faster than Grace can react. It pulls a chuckle out of the teacher.

"You alright there, bud?" he asks, putting his arms behind his head. Half of him is doing it to stretch his numb arms, the other cuz his head is really starting to hurt from sleeping on the floor.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- well- y'know." Simon vaguely gestures towards Grace. He really hopes his face isn't as red as it feels.

"No worries! Seems like you slept well. Better than me." Grace tries to light the mood, but Simon only puts on a more sour face. "I meant cuz my head was on the floor, but you had a pillow."

Simon shifts for a moment, then looks back at Grace with a different expression. "Are you going to keep lying there?"

"I'd get up if I could."

As Simon helps Grace off the floor, police men finally come knocking at the classroom door, checking in on everyone and telling them all to go home.

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Since that day in lockdown, Grace has been noticing Simon around the school more often. Every once in a while, he'll try to start up a conversation. Usually, Simon is pretty reserved about most things, but he did show Grace a gnarly garden he's been keeping in the school greenhouse. A bunch of flowers and plants. Some Grace has never even seen before.

Every day, Simon seems more and more tired, though Grace has noticed.

One late night, Grace was grading in his office- a workaholic at its finest- when he heard a crash outside of his classroom door.

Rushing out, he found Simon, face down on the floor, his supply cart a little ways away from him, a bucket of water tittering back and forth like it was almost knocked over and a mop loosely in his grip.

Grace blinked at the scene for a few seconds. Had Simon just... Passed out? Right then and there? Not even bracing his fall? That must've hurt. He walked over and picked Simon up gently.

"Hey, Simon, you ok?" He tried to wake him gently.

After a pause, Grace was about to speak up again when he felt Simon tense up. His eyes shot open. He almost stumbled out of Grace's grip from the startle, but Grace sat him properly before he could make significant distance.

"Fuck, sorry." Simon scrambled, grabbing his mop and reaching for the bucket of water.

"Woah, woah there buddy. You're not looking so hot." Grace stood up with Simon, hands at the ready in case he fell again. "You're dead tired. I don't think you should be getting back to work right now."

" 's fine. 'm fine." Simon slurred his words slightly. He swayed slightly on his feet. He knew he was pushing himself too hard, especially with the nights he's been having. But he needed this job so badly, he couldn't lose it by falling asleep on the job.

With an especially strong sway, Grace cemented him by Simon's side, holding some of his weight up slightly. Simon crumbled into him even more, despite trying to stand on his own.

Simon was so tired. And Grace had been so comfortable last time he'd slept on him. He wonders if he could be selfish and ask to take a nap on him for a few minutes.

"You need some sleep, it's clear. Look, let me drive you to your place or something-" Grace began, but Simon cut him off with a strong "No."

"Okay, do you have a friends place?"

"No..."

"I could always take you to mines, but I don't know if that's exactly appropriate." Grace attempted a laugh. It came out more like a short, swift sigh.

"Mmm... Yeah." Simon only heard what he'd said a few seconds later, but by then, Grace had already started talking again.

He regretted agreeing. It was out of selfishness and impulse. Grace has said it himself; it was inappropriate. But hell, they were already walking to the lobby, and Simon really didn't have the strength to back out now.

Grace laid Simon in his backseat, letting him lie down and rest on the ride to his place. He woke up a few times during the journey. It worried Grace how so little could jolt him awake.

Finally, when Simon got to lie in Grace's bed, he seemed to relax slightly, then tense right back up when Grace tried to leave.

"Stay." Simon said so quietly, Grace wasn't even sure if he heard him or a gust of wind.

He walked back over to the bed and sat on the other side. Simon rolled towards him and reached out ever so slightly.

With a little amused smile, Grace laid down as well. Simon's reach for him was so quiet and small, Grace thought he might be afraid to ask for his company. But they had already comfortably slept cuddled up, so Grace wasn't sure why he was so timid.

He moved over a bit closer to Simon and wrapped his arm around him. He pulled Simon closer as well, insisting he gets comfortable, like that day in the lockdown.

It took a bit of convincing, but eventually, Simon got comfortable. Tension was slowly leaving him, and Grace was finally starting to feel drowsy. He let out a pleased sigh, having missed this sensation, someone pressed against his chest comfortably as they both fell asleep together.

He placed a hand in Simon's hair by instinct, and suddenly, he was a limp puddle on top of Grace. Grace noted that down. Simon liked having his hair played with.

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The next morning, Grace woke up first again. He was so comfortable, he wanted sleep to take him again. But he knew when he woke up, there was no more falling asleep again in the morning.

He laced his fingers in Simon's hair again, receiving a pleased sigh. Simon shifted slightly, pressing himself up against Grace even more, nosing into Grace's shoulder.

Grace kept at it for a while, sometimes tightening his grip, getting content sighs out of Simon every time.

At some point, Simon took in a deep breath and held it for a second. His muscles tensed up and he lifted his head slightly.

"Mornin" Grace greeted, voice rough with sleep.

There was a pause, Grace scratched at the back of Simon's head again, drawing out a shiver from the man. "You sound different."

With that, Grace sneaked a peek at the man on top of him with a smile. "You also sound different in the morning. Most people do." He teased at the funny remark.

There was another pause. "I- I need to go."

"What? Why?" Grace almost whined when the heaviness from another body left him.

"I-" Simon paused to contemplate a good excuse. "I'll be late. To work."

"We don't have work." Grace replied simply.

"I-" Simon tried again, only to flush red.

"If you're worried about the hard on you got right now, I've already noticed." Grace snorted. Seeing the expression of pure terror on the other's face, he tried to save the moment. "It happens! Don't worry about it."

Simon continued to look at him, supporting his upper body weight on his arms, unmoving.

"Look, if it horrifies you so much, I can show you to the bathroom, you can turn on the shower and take care of it." Grace couldn't help but find Simon a bit cute, all red, hair dishevelled, looking at him like he'd done something horribly wrong.

"I can make us breakfast while you're busy. You want coffee?"

Grace did end up making them both some eggs and coffee. Simon still looked a little horrified. When he started making excuses to leave, Grace didn't argue against it this time.

Sometimes, on bad episodes, Grace reaches out. He rubs Simon's back, plays with his hair, holds him the few times when Simon leaned into him.

Grace waits until Simon's breathing slows and steadies, waits until he stops shaking. Usually, he gives him one last reassuring smile, a squeeze on the shoulder, and leaves.

Because the first time he came over to comfort Simon, he'd stayed, and Simon had gotten so angry and violent. He didn't want Grace around, that was clear.

Today, Grace was sitting at his desk like usual, looking over whatever sciency thing he could to keep himself distracted from the long trip. Rocky was sitting next to him, knitting xenonite, until he suddenly perked up and stilled.

Grace looked over, confused. "What's wrong, bud?"

"Simon is asking for friend Grace. Is quiet. Quick heartbeat." Rocky mentions matter of factly. This is a common occurrence, Simon's quiet panics. But he's calling for Grace this time.

Simon is frozen completely. He's had another hallucination, and he's petrified that when he opens his eyes, he'll be back in the lung. All he can do is pray and hope that Grace and Rocky are real, that the Mary is real, that if Grace has told the truth, Rocky would be able to hear him right now, and they'd come to his rescue.

He's tired. He's so tired of always being on his toes. He's tired of not trusting Grace and Rocky. He wants to relax, he really does, but he can't. He wants to reciprocate the things Grace has done for him. He wants to be able to feel comfort when Rocky watches them sleep.

Please. Please, let this be real.

And suddenly, there are hands on his shoulders, guiding him to sit down. He doesn't want to. He wants to reach out to that presence, to hold it and to never let go. He never wants to be afraid of it anymore. He wants to trust Grace.

Maybe he can this time.

His head is loud, screaming at him to be careful. He shouldn't be letting in. The penny will drop soon enough, and he'll be back in hell again. He can't trust anyone. Life has proven that over and over again.

But just this once, he wants this to be real so badly. He leans into Grace fully, wrapping his arm around him tightly. He receives the same in return. His legs almost give out.

Grace slowly lowers both of them to the floor. In the crook of his neck, he can feel tears wetting his shirt. Simon holds onto him so tightly, as if he's going to disappear. Grace tries to soothe like he always does.

"It's ok, I got you. You're ok. You're safe. I'm here." and so on.

Even after Simon has calmed down, he's still holding onto Grace. Grace won't be the one to break the embrace, so they stay like that for a while. At some point, Simon shifts to be more comfortable against Grace's chest. Grace mindlessly puts a hand in Simon's hair and starts gently scratching at his scalp.

"I'm not upset anymore." Simon mumbles, throat still strained from holding back sobs. Grace wonders if he was always holding back sobs when he came over to comfort him.

"I know." He replies quietly. He's almost afraid if he spoke too loud, he'd break the moment.

"Why are you doing that then?" Simon vaguely gestures to Grace's hand in his hair.

"It's nice. You have nice hair." Grace paused for a moment, uncertainty taking over suddenly. "I can stop if you don't like it. I thought- I don't know, I just thought you liked it."

"I like it."

There was a bout of silence.

"I don't need to be upset for you to do that?" Simon asked tentatively.

Grace smiled. "No. You don't have to be upset to get anything. You can just ask for it."

Once Simon finally felt like getting up, Grace left him with the usual smile, shoulder squeeze, and a new little habit he'd been wanting to do. He placed a small kiss on Simon's temple.

Grace always left so quickly, leaving Simon wanting more affection, but never courageous enough to ask for more. This time was the same. But Simon didn't expect the head kiss. He stared at Grace wide eyed.

His feet worked without him thinking. He followed Grace back to his desk, sat not far from him, and stared.

It took a little bit for Grace to realize that Simon was there. He totally didn't jump at the sight of him. But after a while, Simon bowed his head. Grace took it as a queue to play with his hair again, and so he did.

Simon got this warm feeling in his stomach he couldn't quite explain. He could honestly fall asleep right there. He rested his head on the table, Grace's hand followed him. He stared at Grace, focused on his work like he'd often seen. But from this close... from this angle...

Grace is pretty.

Huh. Simon never noticed that.

They're both born on a space station, in a cult.

¨´*•.★¸´•. Abigail .•´¸★.•*´¨

Abigail is a troublemaker. She has boiling rage inside of her that never dies down. She ends up in prison and gets punished a lot. The main thing that the cult has found that affects her a lot is isolation and blood drownings. It breaks her and tears her down for a while, but she always finds her strength back.

Her dads were hard working men. They were cautious and always in line. But they weren't out to the cult. No one knew that two men had fallen in love and started raising an abandoned child. It was inevitable that they would be found out at some point. And their punishment was death.

One day, in one of these punishments, Abigail unlocks her powers. Her blood collects energy from light and turns explosive. Let's just say, there was a massacre that day.

Her powers also create mutations all over her body. during strong emotional deaths, they take over and it's like she becomes a completely different person.

She almost escapes. But the cult catches her. Now she's stuck playing the role of the Demon, the killer. She's put on display as an example of what the people from the cult should avoid.

¨´* ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Evelyn ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ *´¨

Evelyn falls short in her duties. She's weak, fragile. She was born with low functioning eyes, she has a weak immune system, she was born too early and was deemed to die. But all she wanted to do was live. and she fought for it.

Her parents rejected her. Everyone did in fact. but that never deterred her. She tries her best to be kind. But she has difficulty controlling outbursts of anger or passion or sadness.

But she can only do so much. When she hits 21 and the cult find out that she's also infertile on top of everything else, she's deemed completely useless. Her punishment is death by fall. The earth will take her back.

So she's thrown out of the space station and plummets down to earth. in a once in a life time occurance, Evelyn was the fastest person to come into contact with the trigger for her powers and then activate those powers. (for context, this usually takes months at a minimum) While in free fall, she hit a flock of birds and grew wings.

She flew back to the space station. She was scared of the planet bellow. But on the station, they finally found a use for her. Fair skinned, and blind, and pure, survived a death fall and came back with wings of an angel. You can guess how a religious cult would look at her.

On the Station

For a while on the station, Abigail and Evelyn are pitted against each other as Demon and Angel. They're made to fight fake battles and act like they hate each other.

One day, while no one is watching, they have a conversation. They're both confused about what their lives have become. Abigail wanted to become a botanist for the plants on board the space station. Evelyn wanted to become a teacher.

Abigail promises Evelyn that they'll get out of here someday. Even tho they're strangers to each other, they feel a connection being in the same situation.

Abigail finds a way out. And they're about to escape when Evelyn backs out. She's terrified of being out in space again and she terrified of the planet bellow.

What's really happening ^^^

Side note: WTF IS THIS MAN'S PANTS AND SHOES