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the space between by lizardhands
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
12 May 2026
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"Grace's body is alive despite every detail telling Rocky otherwise. His human is a cold and wet thing, yet there are biological pumps within his body that shuttle around heated blood no differently than in an Eridian. Rocky knows the blood within him is hot because he can hear its vibration, a static hum that accompanies all that produces heat. But what Rocky wants nothing more is to press his palms against Grace until he can feel it, that scant heat, that proof that he is in fact alive."
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24 Jun 2026
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Rocky often found himself jealous of the believers. He felt jealous that someone could feel so compelled by an otherworldly force that they would dedicate their lives to it. The easy fall into a space where you know exactly what to live and die for.
He recalls the raised scar in his hand's shape on Grace's arm, recalls the sensation of the air within his own lungs oxidizing and igniting into flame, recalls the body sleeping curled against the xenonite between them.
Grace's shaky breath rattles through his lungs like rusted brass chimes, the kind that Adrian's parents used to keep outside of their home. The gods are always talking and this is how you listen, they would sing. Rocky uses his second arm to curl around Grace's midsection and pull him close enough without hurting him.
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approach the asymptote by lizardhands
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
04 Jun 2026
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"There is no point in any of this rumination. You are gone. You are nothing now but a muse, something that I can conjure upon command and listen. You are nothing more now than a lullaby, a prayer, a dissonant, augmented, ugly, beautiful melody."
Rocky and Grace part ways for their respective planets. It should feel like a victory. It doesn't.
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24 Jun 2026
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best voice i have heard in as long as i can remember. i hear all the notes, see all the colors. i love you
Did I already sing that [Adrian] would have loved you? Of course I did. I remember everything.
I imagine some strange reality in which this is the case. I can't decide how I would prefer it all to end. You, watching me? Or me, watching you?
I could feel your skin melting, fusing, the muscle beneath exposed against my carapace, the delicate bones of your arms becoming so, so detailed and pristine. You idiot. You idiot. I saved you. I died for you. And now you are going to die trying to move me.
The world began to decrescendo, the tempo began to crash. And I thought, lastly, before everything went silent, how wonderful it felt. How wonderful it felt, after forty-six years, to finally be rescued.
The ship is so silent and so cold and I think I may have loved you, actually loved you, in a way that somehow dwarfs every other aspect of my life. The realization comes to me so anticlimactically.
I think you may have loved me too. I suppose it's too late to know now. If you are stranded out there, floating in some foreign galaxy in a place no [human] was ever meant to go, I hope you can forgive me. I hope that the love you felt, as novel as it was, wasn't conditional. I hope you thought our brief interlude was worth it. I hope, above all else, you are maybe thinking about me too.
Your [eyes] do not leave me. The concept of a forward-facing creature, one that can only perceive a few things at a time but with incredible focus, is something reserved for only the most romantic and tragic of Eridian literature. It's almost overwhelming to be so aware that I am what occupies the focal point of your perception.
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“How long do humans live for, question. Rocky want to know.”
Rocky stamps his claw impatiently on the flat surface of his xenonite ball as he asks, a skittery, jittery movement that rattles in Ryland’s ears.
He sighs. Rubs at his temples. Thinks about how to answer this as diplomatically as physically possible, as at ease as physically possible.
It’s not that he cares much about the fact he’ll be dead long long before Rocky. He doesn’t care about that. He’s probably going to die a whole lot sooner than your average human, anyway, considering his diet of coma-slurry and Taumoeba and little else. Besides, he’s been in space for longer than anybody has been in the history of ever. That’s sure to do messed-up things to his bones and joints and mass and everything. But it doesn’t matter. He’s made peace with that. For-real made peace, because any time more is a thousand times over what he thought he’d get.
What does matter is that Rocky has no idea that there’s probably only about fifty years left in his tank.
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Or: the average male human lifespan is 80 years. Rocky doesn't know that.
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24 Jun 2026
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soulmates
i have faith they'll find each other again
they got through the stars, what's another life? -
you weren't there that day for the Naming of Things by callmearcturus
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
12 Jun 2026
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"Rocky did not understand human names and titles when we met. Eridian names longer, give information on Eridian's home, associations, skills." For the first time in ages, he positioned two of his arms together, forming the design that Grace thought of like a family crest, a single design bisected.
"You should teach me to read those before we get to Erid, so I can be polite." As Grace considered the linework, already picking up on some vague ideas from the shapes in Rocky's carapace, something else occurred to him. "So… I picked 'Rocky' because your outer shell looks like stone."
"And for inspirational story of athlete who defeats human system of poverty to become great champion. Eye of the tiger."
"Retroactively, yeah." Grace bent at the hips, getting to Rocky's 'eye' level. "So what'd you name me?"
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pilot study (knowledge gaps) by deervsheadlights
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
07 May 2026
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To Grace's knowledge (i.e. the Hail Mary's database, i.e. all of human knowledge), there have never been any studies done to confirm whether ambrein (a derivative of sperm whale digestive secretions!) actually functions as an aphrodisiac in humans or not.
Well, 15.8 light years from Earth, he's about to find out. Because the cytoplasm of Taumoeba consists in large parts of a triterpene alcohol that is startlingly similar to ambrein — and baby, he's all out of coma slurry.
Or: The sex
pollenamoeba fic you (never) asked for.Rocky utters a wordless little trill, half concerned and half curious. Always curious, and why would this be an exception? If anything, this is me conducting a pilot study on the unusual effects of Taumoeba on the human body, and oh is he ever morbidly fascinated by the many things my gross, leaky body does.
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22 Jun 2026
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icl chat. im so fucking weird about them ALSKSKDJFNS