hey gang! if you didn’t read my bio u can call me saturn or aster (or any variation of the two). i write (give me fanfic suggestions pleaseee) and draw (give me fanart suggestions pleaseee)!! i like project hail mary, iron lung, bmc, uhh space, murder drones, and some other peak stuff!
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i don’t know if anyone has thought of this yet but i beg i plead PLEASE somebody make a bloodymary animatic/drawing/animation with this song:
ESPECIALLY THE LYRICS “give me your eyes i need sunshine” (im thinking more ryland focused shots here perhaps?) AND THEN “your blood your bones your voice and your ghost” (with like simon focused shots) and then at the end it could be them together :]
the dysphoria is really bad right now. i'm wearing my baggy hoodie, hiding in my room, doing everything right. but every time i see anyone slightly more masculine than me i feel like i could cry. Computah how to Boy
established bloodymary pre iron lung and project Hail Mary
Grace being sent into space while Simon is in jail. Simon knowing he probably didn’t go willingly. Going into the iron lung in hopes of getting out and uncovering the truth.
Grace constantly wondering why he was dreaming of a muscular man behind bars. Telling Rocky about Simon as he remembered him. Grace hoping he’s maybe gotten out of jail by now. Eventually realizing he’ll probably never see him again
then one day on endiaran, a scared up man who’s missing a arm appears. He shouldn’t be, but he’s alive
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Tw: Survival /Unethical sex work practices. Possibly authortaritive coercion.
From this. A concept that sex is only transactional for Simon. Ace Simon, Aroace Grace.
Simon sits on Grace's cot, frowning as he takes off his clothes, neatly folding them, hoping they kept some dignity after this was done. Setting them on the floor, his feet hung off the side, limp.
When Grace had found- no.. Rescued him, Simon had sworn he'd do anything to repay him.. well. He guessed today was due day, because ealier Grace had asked him to keep him company later in his cot. Simon knew what that meant.
Before he could even open his mouth to argue, he bit his tounge- hard- nodding, agreeing with him. Grace had smiled, giving him a thumbs up "Great!" He had said, excitedly the same way he did when one of his experiments went good.. or wrong.. he really just liked the thrill of learning new things.
"Yeah... great.." Simon had muttered then, and now the same, repeating the scene in his head over and over.
From the looks of it, Grace wouldn't be too rough with him, so that calmed him a bit, but he wasn't dumb. He knew that guys like that could switch up in an instant.
He had a thought back to when a man he thought was his friend held his face into a pillow, pushing body way too hard, digging his nails into his lower back and kept shoving his face back down until he finished. Simon had been gasping by the end of it, teary eyed and fearful. His eyes wide.. he was still pretty young so not strong enough to actually do anything about it. Sure, 18 was far old enough by Eden standards to be wed, but he wasn't wed to this man.
He remembers just how nice to him he was before. Hanging out with him, giving him all sorts of extra meals, giving good words to The Father about him, etc.
He remembers the agreement too.. "It'll only take a couple minutes. Its not like I can hurt ya, you're strong. Tough enough.. aren't you?"
"Of course!" Simon had said, hair still by his ears back then.. back then he didn't think anything of the agreement. An extra meal each day and less chores *and* he got pleasure? It sounded like a good deal.. though.. you should never trust deals if they sound too good.
Blinking in suprise, eyes wide and glossy, his younger self sat up, unsure of what just happened. He had been so focused on trying to breathe that he didn't even realize the pain and preassure that came with it until much later. His endorphins were too high.
He remembers smiling like an idiot, feeling nervous and even a little appreciation on top of that inital fear. He was right, he was tough. He did handle it well. "Is.. is that it? Did I do good? I wasn't loud, like you said."
But his 'friend' only tossed his clothes at him, glaring as if ashamed to even look at him. "Yeah, what ever. Deals a deal. Get out."
"O-oh.. but I thought.. maybe we could.."
"Are you deaf now?? I said get out! Ill have someone deliver your food to your bunk. Tell anyone about this and youll regret it." The man had hissed.
Swallowing, He had scrambled to get dressed, even more confused than ever. Sure, his ass was a little sore and his chest hurt from lack of air, but it wasn't a terrible gig. The next day he went back to being his buddy and his friend, joking with him, keeping his promise of supplies.
For weeks this went on. Once a week he would lay still, nude and let him do as he pleased. The first few times he didn't let him look at him, and from there came the choking.. the slapping.. the spitting.. and don't get him started on the hair pulling..
He had been so rough.. but it was only a few minutes.
That is.. until he got older. Stronger. And finally strangled him back, both hands wrapped around his neck, watching the life drain from his eyes. Simon had snapped over the edge when he started turning blue, and the man still didn't let up. He was trying to hurt him on purpose, and Simon knew that now.
Luckily they had chopped it up to self defense, stir craziness, a fight amongst brothers, etc. What ever excuse they used, Simon didn't utter a single word of their agreement to anyone, worried he'd be whipped or starved as punishment.
The only reason he didn't get introuble was because the regional general wanted the same thing. The only difference is, He wasn't as rough. In fact, he'd kiss him, tell him he was pretty, and even touched him. Felt odd, really, being fucked and told he loved him by someone who had a wife and traded her resources for his?Morally, Simon knew it was wrong, but he needed the food... Esspecially after being mandatorily admitted into the Gaurd for exhibiting such natural fighting skills..
But then he died in battle, leaving him with fewer resources. Didn't take long before other soldiers heard about him and started trading meals for company. Often, the company was just his mouth. Others it was his hand, or his body if the whole night. Anything to stay fed.
Multiple. Sometimes, even several at once did Simon service. It just depended on what they were willing to trade. On how desperate Simon was not to starve to death.. It's the only reason he had the muscle mass and bit of padding that he did now.
Coming back to reality, Simon hoped that Grace was gentle like that. He hoped that he would kiss him and help him, too.
So far, Simon has been on the ship for weeks and just now was Grace in the mood for his company in bed.
Hearing foot steps and a familiar call, he pulls his legs up, trying to look appealing. Fear in his heart told him if he fucked this up, Grace would throw him overboard. He needed to do this.. to behave.. to stay still... He just hoped Grace didn't mind his body how it was..
"Simon! Where are yo- AAHHH!! SORRY I- I should have knocked!" He shouts, dipping back behind the door frame after seeing Simon nude.. on his cot..
"Are you changing?? What are you doing in my room!?" He asks, covering his eyes despite still hiding.
Rocky, who had come bellowing in after the scream, stopped, curious yet appauled. "Simon not have clothes on. Disgust!" He says, turning to roll out. "Yuck!"
"Not helping, Rock! Thats not nice!" Grace called.
Simon frowns, unable to say anything. Had he really been that disgusting? Grace had seen his body before... before most of his wounds healed even. He's seen him much more gross than this.
Still though, tears whell in his eyes. Oh great... he thought again, now Grace would deem him unworthy of Mary's resources and throw him out.
"I-i can turn around.. in the dark you'll barley be able to see anything.. just.. Just take your glasses off." He says, spewing ideas, trying not to let tears fall. They had hated that. There's been times they even cut his rations because he cried or squirmed.. they didn't like cry babies.. they wanted him to be still and behave. He clutches the side of the metal cot, knuckles turning white.
Before Grace could say anything, Simon speaks up. "I-ill be still! I can behave.. I won't move I promise. Im tough, you can do what ever you want to me!"
Simon hangs his head like a dog who got caught in the trash, fearful and filled with worry. "..Please... Just... don't choke me.." He whispers, voice breaking towards the end.
"What? No!! Simon just- please put your clothes back on!"
"B-but you said you needed company in bed tonight! Please, Gr- Ryland.. I need you to do this. I promise. I won't fuss at all-" Simon continues. "I'm not worthless I swear! I-i might not be as smart as you but I'm good at a lot of things! Please.. Ryland, please.. I just want to live.."
'Live' had a crack so high that Ryland knew instantly he was crying.
"You're not worthless! Who told you that!?" He asks, "You are NOT worthless!" He repeated.
"But- I just-"
"Please put your pants back on, it'll make all this a lot easier.."
Ashamed with himself, Simon puts his pants back on, sniffing as tears fell onto the cloth. Grace had given him everything. Food, a cot next to the window to watch the stars, medical, and entertaining books to read. Grace had even let him place the plants in his room..
He wouldn't give him all of that for free...
Would he?
God, maybe he was so ugly now that even Grace didn't want him.. hell, even Rocky said he was disgusting.
"Are they on??" Grace asks.
"..Yes.." He whispers, just a peep.
Grace comes around the corner, quickly coming to him, grabbing his hand.
Simon flinches, tensing but stays still. Here it comes.. he definitely would beat his ass for this wouldn't he? For being so disgusting..
A second passed.
Then two.
Then three.
And four.
Slowly opening his eyes, Simon blinked. Grace was...hugging him.. not hurting him.
"I'm so sorry, Simon..I didn't mean to lead you on or make you think I would.. yaknow.. You're my friend.. I.. you would never have to do that. Ever!"
Still tense, Simon slowly brought his hand to his lower back. ".. Never?" What kind of sick trick was this?
"Never! Not in a million years." He confirms.
Simon sniffles again, trying to look up at him but his face was deeply lodged in his chest. He was quiet.
Grace rubbed his back. "Is.. is that okay with you? I mean- I know you mentioned something about paying me back but I thought you were just saying that because its an expression of gratitude.."
"No.. you.. you said you wanted company.. in bed.. I.. I thought.."
Grace now pulls away, holding his shoulders. "Simon, look at me. Look in my eyes.. I will NEVER make you pay me back. Esspecially with your body. For anything. Thats not right.. You're my friend."
Simon blinks like he was talking to him in a different language.
"What I meant was, I wanted some company because.. well because of nightmares. I was hoping the closeness would make them go away. And since that one-" he throws his thumb towards were Rocky ran off ealier, "Doesn't sleep when I sleep. I thought it would be nice to.. yaknow... cuddle."
"What?" Simon has another memory of the second man, the general, had let him stay for cuddles once. It was one of the only times he had actually had fun for once.
"I-its okay if you don't want too, I was just offering. Its fine, we dont have to-"
"No! I do...I..I want to cuddle." Simon stated. "Please..?"
"Are you sure? And just to clarify, No sex. Just cuddling and sleeping.. got it?"
Simon nods, quicckly wiping his eyes.
"Promise?"
"Pinky."
Their pinkies lock together, shaking, confirming the process of a promise.
"Simon?" Grace asks.
"Hm?"
"If I ever in my life try to....try to- crap.. you know what I'm saying. If ever someone that looks like and sounds like me asks you for.. for-" he whispers as if there is children around- "sex"- normal tone returning. "Then run as far as you can. Because that's not me."
Simon grins, less on edge then before, but still in the back of his mind kept that idea. One day, if Grace asked, he was to run. Captians orders.
Now, later that night, with multiple garments of clothing on, Simon's only job was to hold crush Ryland. To lay his head in his chest, litsen to his beats, and to fall asleep whenever he saw fit. Let's just say he wasn't strong enough to stay up for the past 3 minutes. Thats all it took to change someones life.
"Just a couple minutes..." Simon mutters, closing his eyes with a yawn, drifting off to sleep.
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he died because of a fungus? Oh you mean that thing that helps things to break down and rot? So you mean he died rotting? Like when you die you will rot? Oh, okay.
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