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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@onemorechapter-dodge
(how do introductions work…)
i’m jpeg! or dot-jay, or dodge, whatevers works
personal scrapbook/dump - @jpeg-dotj-dodge ao3 - one_morechapter
piling all of my writing and writing-adjacent stuff onto this blog jumping from fandom to fandom like i’m playing hopscotch, unashamedly i like writing (n’ reading even more)!!
wip bloodymary(?) fic - impermanence of sandy shores
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mary’s bloody mouthwash been on my mind….. bloody mary’s mouthwash? washing the blood out of mary’s mouth…. marymouthwashing with simon iron lung for all the stranded in space + desolate atmosphere.. it’s to the point that i’ve mapped out an entire timeline of events… ouughhohough what in the nine hells!!! rocky save me
guh,.,. simon pov stop beating my ass please literally everytime i think i got something written down its like no. nope, nvm i hate it this is my purgatory #mypurgatory
Testing false positives.
Their lips met and Grace froze, waiting. Waiting for it to stop feeling like wet flesh against his mouth. For a spark, heat, electricity, anything to change and morph and feel good instead of awkward. He had his eyes squeezed shut, both hands fisting the fabric of Simon's shirt. Was this how it should be like? Should he be holding his breath?
Simon thumbed a sliver of his skin where his hand rested on Grace's hip, sending subtle goosebumps up his spine. He was coaxing, patiently waiting for Grace and it stirred up an anxious coil in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't how it should feel like. He's read stories, seen movies, how they all portrayed this first kiss as something magical. Something special and cherished. Shouldn't it alight the part of his brain that craved this intimacy? He thought this would be it. Why did it feel so... strange?
Grace pressed a little closer, the humidity of Simon's exhale ghosting over his face. He could feel Simon's heart jackrabbiting under his fist, the radiating heat of his hand sinking into his side. Grace parted his mouth, licking his bottom lip, catching the hitch in Simon's breath as the other opened and reciprocated. He felt the tongue and warmth and saliva and his heart raced into knots for all the wrong reasons. Why wasn't it working? He didn't know how to turn the cold sweat beading at the back of his neck into something he should desire.
Grace pulled away, his face warm from the tears and the confusion and the guilt. He ducked his head, sleeve already wiping away at the mess, a choked noise swallowed down. Simon's hand fell away, coming up to his bicep, he can't face Simon. "I-I'm sorry, I don't, I don't get it. I like you- I swear, I do! I like you; I like you and- but. I. I don't understand how- why I can't- it doesn't-" He shakes his head, eyes burning. Grace asked for this, he asked to test it and he's hurting Simon all the same. "I tried! I really tried to- We- we can try again! Maybe-"
He's cut off by Simon's hand holding his jaw, gentle. Grace breathes carefully, trying to rein in the tears pricking his eyes. After a moment, he follows Simon's hand and lets his face be turned to look at him. The complicated worry he sees there makes him want to burst into tears all over again. It's cowardice that compels him to pull Simon into a hug, just so he doesn't have to look at that face. Simon's only arm rests on his back, hand between his shoulder blades and rubbing small circles there.
What is he doing? Grace should be the one comforting Simon.
"So. Not good?" Simon tests. Grace shakes his head minutely where he rested on Simon's shoulder. Grace feels the measured breath Simon takes, the swallow he does, and the slight tremble of his exhale. "Okay." He says simply, carefully neutral. The hand on his back doesn't stop. "It's fine. Well, uh, not fine, but. It's okay." His voice is thick with unidentified emotion, rumbling through his chest and into his head. "It's okay."
Simon drops his forehead onto Grace's shoulder, tightening his one-armed hold as he works through what that meant.
in true 'one more chapter' fashion i have added another chapter before being able to get into the actual goddamn plot but this time it's dedicated to simon's suffering gah frickin hecks why do i DO this to myselfff
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OH I CAN MAKE HIM SO SILLY!!! OH I CAN UNLOCK LEVELS OF SILLINESS THAT WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN OPENED WITH SOMEONE THERE!!!! OH!!!!!!
chapter 3 sneak peak bc it made me happy
"He rips paper from the manual, sitting beside Grace as he pencils in his own grid on the floor. It kinda reminds him of his own scrap papers, full of thick-lined, childlike iterations of what he’d thought Earth animals looked like based on descriptions his mother would give. Simon draws a tiny face in the bottom right, pointed ears, dotted eyes, 2 lines on each side and a little mouth. He adds eyebrows to make it angry, because this was serious. Yeah, that one was good. Simon wonders if Grace has a favourite Earth animal, if he came from the portion of the Consolidation that used to orbit Earth."
wow it’s so fun going back and removing all lines of entirely-too-accurate-self-reflection from an inner dialogue ❤️❤️
no realisation for you. you’re not done with your character arc yet
i need simon to be more fucked up actually. it’s consuming my mind. i need to put him in a blender with cannibalism and canonical non-consensual body modification and i need him to fucking hate it and i need him to be grateful for it. i need him to crave the flesh so much it disgusts him. i need him to despise his mutations but find comfort in them. i need him to think he deserves it and wants to kill the person responsible at the same time. yes this is me being insane over the imaginary plot points of my fic.
A COMINT !!
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iron lung has me researching if electromagnetic fields can affect gravity i am a biology student willingly throwing myself into the wolves (theoretical physics and general relativity) to figure out how artificial gravity would work in an iron lung verse for a goddamn fanfic
thinking about grace being ‘employed’ under the coi and replicating muscle tissue with The Ocean’s blood to help with the food situation
thinking about the coi having freshly Ocean-boiled simon in their custody somehow still alive
thinking about the coi turning simon into their guinea pig as the first person to eat the labgrown meat to see if there were side effects
thinking about how all this is done without grace’s knowledge, without simon knowing, all while they slowly get to know each other
thinking about how this blows up in their face after festering and rotting like an infection
just……thinking……………..
no little house spiders, no silly bug-eyed geckos, no buzz or zip of a fly, no soft scritches of termites chewing, no scuttling cockroaches at night, no eeps and squeaks of mice, no teeny silvery guys hiding away, no mini moving assembly lines whenever he accidentally leaves food out, no more chewed holes in his clothes, no startling of barely visible baby fish schools, no frog croak, no itchy bites, no cricket songs, no clams or worms or snakes or centipedes or birds or snails or movement other than himself.
no evidence of life, no shift in the sand other than the waves, no trail or print or waste, nothing changes. nothing rots the way it’s supposed to, with detritivores and pests and annoyances. it’s almost unreal how sterile it feels.
he’s the only living thing in that biodome. he’s the only thing that can live in that biodome for light years.
Sorry i've been holding back the demons but some of y'all need to watch the fucking movie I just saw someone say "Simon probably never learned to read :("
Brother there is a Whole Scene and joke. Dedicated to the fact that Simon can, in fact, read.
You are NOT being a hater. I've seen multiple fics do this, too. I've also been holding back the demons, but this is also my Opinion Blog, and I can do what I want.
Sorry, I just- hold on a minute. I gotta put on my Big Boy Media Literacy Degree Voice for this.
You know how all of America sort of stereotypes the South to be full of hillbilly illiterate red-pilled gun owners?
That's what the COI is doing to Eden. The COI believe themselves to be intellectually superior and speaking to a sub-human. They treat Simon like an actual animal on multiple occasions. It's a bunch of self-proclaimed scientists talking down to an agrarian religious man. There's a lot of prejudice happening, and it's not just because of who Simon is, or what he did, although, that does play a part in it.
There's a great prose by @antilocaprine on this exact topic here, which I recommend everybody read before they write for Simon.
Tossing around characterization ideas that reinforce the discrimination Simon faced in the movie is some bullshit, in my opinion. I think this is one of the writing topics I cannot be flexible about.
And before you ask me, "what discrimination?" I mean, look:
It's not about Simon being a convict. These people have enslaved their incarcerated populace. They know well enough that their convicts are capable and useful in job settings under the right pressure, and they abuse the fuck out of that.
No. These guys think Simon can't tell his own ass from a rocket launcher because he's from Eden, specifically. They very explicitly use the word Eden in a derogatory manner in the film.
So, when I see people write him struggling to read, it's an instant click-away. I can't stand it. Let our lad intellectually flourish. He's SO bright and resourceful.
hey, uh., simon buddy. i thnik u . i think u dropped something
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academic deadlines bring out the best creativity at the wrong times. i can’t believe this. WDYM THE BEST ANGST IDEAS COME WHEN I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO FLESH THEM OUT? HELLO!!?!??!!!?
Grace notices the way Adrian treats him differently than Rocky. Like, differently from the way Rocky treats him, but also differently from the way they treat Rocky. Differently from the way they treat any other Eridian, really. They change their voice to speak in soothing tones; gently excited and encouraging at times, or patiently correcting, or something so soft and fond it makes him ache for something he cannot name.
It isn't until he overhears a cluster of new parents talking to their pebbles that it clicks. Adrian speaks to him like a child -- not in the talking-down-to-him or patronizing way (at least. not very often.) -- but like he is something precious and fragile, that needs teaching and is worth protecting.
Rocky will fight anyone if he thinks Grace is in danger or being disrespected. He makes sure the world is safe. But Adrian is the one making sure Grace feels safe.
