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hazy cosmic by I_am_but_a_holyman (tally_ho_903)
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026)
22 Jul 2026
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Sometimes Grace will make a departure from his usual dreadful t-shirts and putter around the ship in a tank top; on those occasions, Simon gets a glimpse of the splattering of moles down his back and arms. They all seem to fit well—one on his collarbone, a couple on his shoulder blade, even more clustered down on his hips in the rare, treasured glances Simon gets when Grace stretches for a switch high above his head. As if they've all been placed individually and lovingly on his body.
Whatever created this angel must have loved him very much, Simon thinks, and always looks away before Grace can push his glasses back onto his nose and catch him staring.
OR from what little information Simon has about angels, they don't wear t-shirts with painful slogans, and they don't trip over things all the time, and he would've thought they would be able to hear. This one isn't like that.
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29 Jul 2026
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Abandon by Psuedonymjarvii
Fandoms: David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
09 Jul 2026
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~Illustrated Fic, Pics will be updated as I go~
Grace has an intrusive thought after recalling how he came aboard the Hail Mary. Simon is the Devil on his shoulder.
What if Grace followed through with sabotaging the beetle probes? Idea was from my friend who’s writing a companion fic that will expand HEAVILY on this. I just wanted to write smut and add my Bloody Mary sin to it. Their words; If you must have your lust then give me my wrath.
Marked as OOC bc Grace would never actually sabotage the beetles but like what of.
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28 Jul 2026
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“C’mon then, Johnny. All yours,” Ghost grinned, fully prepared to shove him back there if he was going to be a fucking bitch about it. Soap glared at him, fists clenching. Ghost gave him ten seconds, and then he was going to push and see if Soap would actually swing or would do what he was told.
Soap closed the distance between them without further prompting, sliding one hand around Ghost’s raised bicep and the other around his waist, a disconcertingly intimate embrace that left Ghost stunned for the brief moment it took for Soap to get himself where he needed to be. Then Soap was shoving his face into Ghost’s armpit and inhaling again, long and slow. The hand at the centre of Ghost’s back scrabbled at him, fisting in his shirt; the one on his bicep squeezed tight, tugging his arm down and adjusting its position so that Soap’s mouth and nose were well and truly wedged in with no access to clean air. Soap’s hips hitched, just a bit, brushing his crotch against Ghost’s leg.
Jesus fucking Christ.
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28 Jul 2026
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An alternate first meeting, where Ghost and Soap meet each other in the field under infinitely worse circumstances than either of them would have liked:
Ghost wakes up in a pit under a building with a bomb attached to him, certain he's going to die. Soap, an EOD tech amongst his other specialties, is the only person available to at least try to save him. It should be fraught, and tense, and miserable all around, and it is; a whole lot of Ghost slowly losing his mind while Soap does everything he can to save his life. But it would probably be easier if Ghost wasn't a stress-flirter, and if Soap wasn't the kind of endlessly competent that he loved, and if, by virtue of their situation, they didn't keep ripping open each other's wounds and then patching each other back up again after.
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26 Jul 2026
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Hey, this is where i'll compile all my Grocky porn because tumblr hates dicks
My art tumblr is @chromaticrainarts , where I post non nsfw art
I'll put any content warnings in the summary of each chapterBookmarked by laerune
26 Jul 2026