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"So. I somehow got shot into space, lost my memory, everyone else died, and this is what's going to haunt me?"
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23 Jul 2026
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Softly, you admitted, "It reminds me of us, a little. Sometimes I wonder if our meeting was fate. If it was written in red, somewhere in the stars."
"Red," I repeated. "Like astrophage."
If our meeting was truly written in the red of astrophage, then it would mean that the stars started dying for us—that the entire galaxy mourned for them by singing a dirge, and it was loud enough to be heard in the vast silence of the Big Nothing.
Perhaps the universe was torn in two a long time ago and is trying to pull the broken halves back together. For everything comes from stardust, from planets and moons to humans and Eridians. For across trillions of miles' worth of space and billions of years' worth of time, we existed at just the right parameters to have met each other. Then, perhaps the universe made me to love you, and perhaps the universe made you to be loved.
Perhaps that is what you call fate.
Or: Grace confesses his love. Rocky struggles to do the same, though not for the reasons you might think.
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21 Jul 2026
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Ryland wilts in the makeshift nest and blows out a long sigh. “Look, it's not that I'm ideologically against it or anything, Rock. It's just that—nothing has ever.” He abruptly pauses, wrinkling his nose to reconfigure his thought pattern while he stares at the ceiling of the ship and makes a vague hand gesture through the air. His blood capillaries are still dilated but not as obscenely as before. “Nobody has ever…y’know? Gosh, why is it so hard to talk about this right now?”
Simultaneous surprise and arousal hit Rocky like twin bolts of frenetic lightning. He would almost break out into joyous song if that didn’t feel slightly inappropriate in light of Grace’s burning bashfulness. “Oh, Rocky understand now,” he gently cuts in. “Grace is a virgin.”
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20 Jul 2026
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dog days by furiosophie for spqr
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
14 Jul 2026
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[What does hand flex mean, question?] Rocky asks from where we're huddled together on the floor, watching the 2005 adaption of Pride & Prejudice.
"It's uh—" I hit pause, search for the right word. "Have we had yearning in the vocab yet?"
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or: two years and seventeen days after reaching Erid's orbit, the climate control in the biodome breaks
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19 Jul 2026
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iridescence by lxvenderjewel
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
18 Jul 2026
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Grace holds it in its hands and Rocky feels a surge of -
- well, insanity, pure, simple insanity that grips him by all five limbs, the urge to knock something over or dig his claws into the sand or ask for Grace's attention all the time, forever, every time -
Rocky wants to give Grace a gift. You know, as a morale booster, since it's starting its job soon. There are no ulterior motives at hand - or, well, claw.
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19 Jul 2026