The person who said Azi and Levi have homoerotic subtext with Azi literally rearranging Levi's guts in a gentle exploratory manner with frequent hand shots, opened up my mind to the possibilities of robotalienfucking. I get it now.
I'd imagine this is them a bit older. Levi is more sure of herself (pronouns seem to be she/her based on official merch) as a sentient being and inhabitant of Vesta. Azi is still with Mia but they're poly, and doing well.
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you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off, and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern. it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this
i absolutely LOVE grace's character arc in phm of learning how to be really truly selfless BUT the thing i don't get is people acting like that end state of selflessness is somehow this natural effortless default for him and not the cumulative result of very hard work and deliberate choices. grace's default state and the way he acts for most of that movie's runtime is this bizarre mix of entitlement and insecurity. he's like the classic undersocialized white male academic who both prides himself on self-sufficiency yet laments his isolation. he thinks he should be able to get whatever he wants. his personal comfort is worth more than everyone else's.
he's obviously the Fun Teacher but he still is slightly patronizing to those kids. they aren't stupid, they're paying attention to the news, they know what's going on with the sun and what the implications are. but he's talking down to them like they haven't figured out what the true stakes are when they clearly already have. it's sweet and noble to want to keep them calm, and sometimes keeping kids calm requires lying by omission, but the kids still had to trap him in the rules of his own hackey-sack game to get him to actually answer their damn questions instead of waving them off like he wanted to.
on some level he resents where he's at in his career and is ashamed of it, but at the same time, he insists he didn't do anything wrong to get there. he is shocked when somebody else is able to find out what he did and call him on acting like an innocent victim of censorship when he was actually excommunicated for his temper tantrums. and then he threw another tantrum when his argument got refuted again.
he enjoys all the freedom and authority of being the hotshot microbiologist on the project and fully believes he has worthwhile skills to contribute, but he wants none of the responsibility when it's time to put his money where his microscope is. he insists he knows what he's doing yet acts surprised and inconvenienced when people order him to do it. he is also upset that being privy to top secret intergovernmental information requires a limited range of movement and minimal exposure to the outside world.
he woke up on somebody else's spaceship with no memory of what it was out there for, what its budget was, or who was responsible for its deployment (any sane person would assume the answers to those questions are "something very important", "billions of dollars", and "government(s) that will likely not appreciate sabotage") and was immediately like "well let's scrub everything this ship was intended for so i can go home and be comfortable asap."
he was genuinely pissed off at the only other sapient lifeform around for lightyears, who had previously admitted to living in total isolation for decades and is clearly deeply traumatized by all the death and loneliness, for moving onto his ship so they can save their home planets more efficiently and socially.
the only belongings he will have access to for the forseeable future, his use of which the existences of entire stars are depending upon, are whatever's already on that ship, and he punched one of the damn laptops and broke it.
and again, like, HE GOT BETTER, he absolutely Learned His Lesson, but being a brave and protective guardian angel is still not his default state and it's something he had to first be completely broken down and humbled for. this guy went through a dickensian odyssey to learn the importance of generosity and charity.
like seriously we have got to stop always making the blonde one a sweetiepie, everyone's always hitting the blue eyed blondes with the princess peach beam and it drives me a little nuts. ryland grace would put a hole in drywall during an argument
a phm red string doodle comic~ followup to this post!!
just fyi, this got out of hand so it's long as fuck❤️ enjoy!! ->
timeskip 🫶🫡
REEKS of artstyle inconsistency. but also love 🫶 and my insane ramblings over the course of mutliple weeks. i wanted to get a semi-coherent storyline to post so here it is!!
shoutout to @kikithepink for this post, for ideas about the eridians' version of a fated soulmate; because they use echolocation, not being able to see the string, but instead hearing special vocalizations/a special sound to let them know that they are "tied"! every reference to rocky hearing grace's heartbeat is for you!
hopefully this post wasn't too difficult to understand- i did the timeskip because i wanted to get adrian in there AND! i love comics framed on memory, so them reminiscing on how stupid they were in communication ugh. i love it. hopefully it's comprehensible LMAO
so they basic premise is that grace initially didn't tell rocky that they were tied. he's nervous! and they also didn't know each other well yet.
they did talk about it after rocky tells grace about adrian, and then details to grace the "mate thrum" though that means something a little different for eridians. essentially feeling a "big big energy"; i'd like to think it's a very low-frequency tone (like the color RED! get it. red string.) but very powerful and unmistakable.
and rocky didn't bring it up to grace because he thought grace knew! LOL. but also navigating the "my soulmate is an alien" landscape, and it became clear to him (during the eridian mating conversation) that grace, in fact, did NOT know that rocky knew that they were tied/fated.
i'll probably make more fleshed out doodles about grace getting tied to adrian as well (i wanted to keep this one basic/short [well..]) but they were tied on first meeting (just like rocky and grace)!
and little easter egg, but every frame of grace and rocky sitting post-time skip, they are sitting on adrian! i too am not immune to big adrian propaganda, i love it so much, here's a more detailed look into my psyche:
anyway. i think that's it! thank you for all the love for this au, and if you got this far down the post. 🫶 til next time 🫡
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hear me out: carlstrattgrace post-launch angst based on this post.
what if the vibes were ambiguous and they were weird about each other and they couldnt let themselves process their grief due to The Guilt and also grace was sitting in the ghostly cuck chair.
carl, despite all his loyalty to the cause, cant handle the guilt.
he drops off the radar, but stratt keeps tabs on him. obviously. even from prison. he thinks about visiting but he cant make himself do it - even years later, its all too raw, and hes afraid of what seeing her again would dredge back up. he needs his job, cant spiral again. he knows she always has eyes on him because he isnt stupid (he was there that day, after all; she needs to know what hes getting up to). but still, hes surprised when she just... shows up in his apartment one night. shes been on the run for a few years and the media buzz has died down, but this is extremely risky and ill-advsied. its clichéd and a little overdramatic: as he chucks his keys into the bowl and turns the lights on, shes already sitting in his armchair.
seeing her face, marred with age, gray eating up the strawberry blonde, is like a punch in the gut. but shes here, and shes real. he gets choked up and doesnt have the words for it, so he steps up to his small selection of liqor, lets her pick their poison. (he isnt proud of it but hes developed a minor habit.) naturally, they get drunk. they talk about geoplitics, empty shelves in grocery stores, erratic weather patterns, until they get tired of it. turns out the apocalypse gets boring. its september and the snow outside is orange under the streetlamps. they dont talk about grace, and in that sense, all theyre talking about is him. they talk around him until theyve talked the chalk outline of his body into the space between them. and then its too late: there is grace-shaped antimatter in the empty chair, and the carpet by the couch, a mirage stacked on the coffee table, papers and a laptop and too much candy for one mans blood sugar levels to stand.
and if it happens then, neither of them will accuse the other of reaching out first, and they can say its because they were drunk and sad and people do a lot of stupid shit when theyre drunk and sad. stupid shit like fall back into old habits that never did the three of them any good in the first place and certainly didnt change anything in the end. stupid shit like fall into each other as a reminder that theyre alive and theyre human and there is still time. the world hasnt ended yet. there is still time, at least for the two of them. at least for now. (but then she leaves, that very same night, and the world continues to end, slowly, agonizingly, like a beached whale choking on the dry air while humanity builds overexpensive contraptions to mist it with seawater and a thousand pairs of hands shove and push and yet it refuses to budge an inch in any direction.)
and so they keep in touch. from a distance. not often, seeing as stratt is on the run, too far from civilization or too paranoid to establish a connection. but once or twice a year, there is a window of opportunity, and his phone will buzz and say: unknown caller. it will be a brief exchange, an obligation and a pleasantry - im still kicking, how about you? but one day, she will ask him to take care of something from where hes at, because she cant and carl is the only one she has (the only one she trusts) and then he'll slip back into this habit: being at eva stratts beck and call again. because he believes in the hail mary. he believes in the chalk under their fingernails, the blank space.
when they pardon her, carl goes to see her. this time, too, he dreads it, but it doesnt keep him away. just this once, there is something to celebrate. just this once they sit at a bar in de wallen, amsterdam and get drunk in company instead of by themselves. they try to conjure up a celebratory spirit and fail. still, its nice to pretend. nice to order a third beer and let it sit there, untouched beside them. nice to watch the other patrons of the establishment sing karaoke and reminisce, even, despite the bitter edge to all of it. and if they go back to the hotel room together, and if his stride stays in lockstep with hers the same way it did all those years ago, and if stratt slides her key card through the reader and holds the door open for him, and if he drags graces shadow behind him like a physical weight as he steps over the threshold, and if it sits there on the edge of the bed, that weight, mattress dipping under the black beanie she always wears, there are no words for any of it. so they say nothing.
they just try to remember, or to forget; make graces weight hovering at their backs retreat, or pull him closer; never quite sure which.
I love Rocktiz, but I can't draw him with human Grace because I'm just too attached to the interspecie bond between Grace and Rocky. It's the soul of the movie and its so beautiful.
The human Rocky AU and eridian Grace AU down there, since i really liked the linearts its a shame they're so hidden
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think i got an ask, buried in my inbox, prompting the idea of butch Grace which. aha. I was considering already drawing at some point but it gave me the boost to get it down. 😎👍butch Grace is real and true to me always.
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Grace arriving on Erid: "So I know i'm an alien and your scientists are probably like super curious about me, I just want to say you can totally do minor, noninvasive experements on me provided you run them by me first. You can totally take like hair and nail and blood samples, i'm willing to run a maze of two, everyone's been super polite in not asking for anything but I promise im not offended. Are you sure you don't want a blood sample? I swear i'm fine with it, want to scan my eyes and brain activity while I look at different colors? Heck pretty much anything short of flat out vivisection is on the table for discussion here. Please experement on me I really want to know what you find out."
The Eridian Governments: wtf WTF wtF???
The Eridian Scientists: *celebrating like they've won the intersteller lottery*
THREE MONTHS LATER
Grace, showing the beginning signs of appendicitis and clutching a bottle of local anesthetic: "Soooo, about what I said before about vivisection being off the table. . ."
I do think it would be kind of funny if Eridian media, like Earth media, sort of tends to go through phases. Like you know how sometimes 100% evil vampires are all the rage, and then sometimes they're sympathetic tortured antiheroes, and sometimes it's all vampire romances, and etc?
So like, with the stars dying, I'm thinking Eridian media might have gone on a whole "aliens are bad bad bad out there killing stars and wanting to eat Erid" and etc trend for their sci-fi. Long ballads about what are essentially evil Eridians with the equivalent of prosthetics doing terrible things to the galaxy and brave heroes like Rocky going off to stop them. Because y'know that's probably how you'd conceptualize a huge scary conflict like total cosmic annihilation in a way that makes it seem beatable: designate a bad guy you can just defeat in order to stop it.
But then Grace and Rocky get to Erid and that trend gets immediately flipped. Turns out that there were kind of bad aliens, the astrophage and all, but that's more like a natural disaster, and hero Rocky has returned with the weirdest, nicest alien ever. Erid media suddenly rockets back to a prior era of optimistic sci-fi previously considered intolerably twee and cringe after the solar disaster kicked off, where the aliens are always nice nice nice, incredibly weird and sometimes goofy as fuck but friendly and not the bad guys.
Of course you never get full consensus on these things, so there are also creative Eridians who are like. But what if evil humans question? Evil humans posing as saviors infiltrate Erid and replace Eridians with pods that hatch into creepy non-Erid rock monsters question? Evil human comes to Erid under guise of niceness and KILLS Eridians question???
Which is broadly considered like. Holy shit dude stop being gauche the nice alien saved the planet stop fucking writing stories where his skeleton cracks open like a nest of evil eggs and turns into a bunch of monsters! Rude, statement! Aliens very nice statement!
And like at first all the Eridian scientists are very sure to keep this sort of stuff away from Grace, they don't want to insult him or imply that he's being slandered in their media or anything. And again overall the popular trend turns a lot more to aliens-as-friendly, especially if they're expressly humans, and the sci-fi writers of Erid are having a total BLAST speculating about Earth and writing stories about it and etc, Grace seems to very much enjoy answering questions for the ones who want to keep things accurate and chuckling and enthusing over the creativity of the ones who don't. He's like, oh yeah they are definitely also doing this back on Earth, don't worry.
Researchers laughing and nervously just being like, yes of course, this is the full extent of it, not to worry! Normal thing which humans are also doing!
Until one day Rocky just brings Grace a recording of a full-blown Eridian horror sci-fi where Grace HIMSELF is EXPLICITLY a horrible monster that goes on a killing spree and tries to destroy Erid.
The other researchers are losing their shit. RoCKY?!?! WHY QUESTION??? Oh fuck Grace is going to be so upset! He's such a sensitive soul he doesn't even like it when one of his students gets distressed!
Anyway Grace thinks it's hilarious and Rocky gets to be smug about it for months.