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After crossing the finish line, Togashi is convinced his career is over.
Komiya disagrees - and refuses to let him fade. -
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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19 Jun 2026
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love and devotion to another person as religion? oh i’m weak
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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.
Bookmarked by moofshroom
19 Jun 2026
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this fic is so special to me and the most brilliant rocky characterization
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a deconstruction of boundaries by Grapesey (YumGrapeJuice)
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
16 May 2026
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“Grace can feel song, question?” Rocky asked, slower than usual. The cooing had lulled him, too.
“I… Maybe? Yeah,” Grace whispered, and Rocky had to focus to understand the slurring.
“Humans can feel sound, question?”
Grace huffed a small laugh. “Sometimes, yeah. For example, when the sound is… very low and loud, we can feel it in our chests.”
“Song is neither low nor loud.” That would have an entirely different effect.
“I know. I can still feel it, I think. It’s strange.”
“Good strange, question?”
“Good strange, yeah.”
Grace could feel sound. Grace could feel Rocky’s songs.
Hmm.
Rocky discovers nature's laws aren't as inflexible as they'd thought. He puts this to good use.
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13 Jun 2026
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THIS WAS REALLY GOOD YAYAYAYAY i think that this speculation on eridian culture is super duper fun and interesting huzzah
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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.
Bookmarked by moofshroom
13 May 2026
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i’m going to bawl and it’s all because of this fic GWAAAHHHHH