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    The Griever's Almanac by

    Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game)  

    24 Jun 2026

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    The Hail Mary has been housing three for some time. The dinner situation is not going very well.

    Rocky can get along fine on Eridian food, and due to his mutations, Simon can too.

    It's Grace's lack of Earth rations that are the problem.

     

    OR

     

    Simon and Rocky have to watch as their saving Grace starves in front of them.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Chapter 5
    Grace is starving. He's working on making the taumoeba edible, but it's slow progress and the effects of starvation make that progress even slower. Simon (who is mutated and can eat eridian food just fine) has been working on helping the plants grow in hopes the edible ones will produce enough to help Grace survive a little longer. Rocky is struggling to keep everyone together. Simon and Grace just had their first real argument.

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    It’s a quiet realization, the idea that nothing he’s been doing for the past few months has actually accomplished anything. That everything was for waste, that he hasn’t been valuable at all. Hasn’t had a life worth saving, hasn’t been proving his worth. It creeps up all too slowly and then pounces on him all at once and while lately he’s been filtering out the worst of his thoughts they all come pouring in, all at once, in the time of Grace’s ragged breathing, like a stupid, stupid song.

    (Deformed)

    (should’ve died with the ee)l

    (should’ve stayed in the sub)

    (waste of resources—)

    —and so much, too many, and his claws (disgusting, deformed) curl and make a shrill noise against the floor because he can’t seem to do anything right. It’s all the movement he can make, though, he feels completely frozen otherwise, staring ahead at the floor. His face is blank, he can tell, but there are tears running down regardless.

    Deformed, his brain helpfully reminds him. Again and again. Tried to help and you made everything worse. Stupid.

    “It’s too late for that, though,” Grace says, because he’s still talking for some reason, and then he’s shifting his stance so that he’s upright on his feet, no longer leaning against the wall. “Now I’m stuck with all of this, with barely enough to make it to Erid. And it’s— it’s not even worth it anymore, I don’t. I don’t know.”

    Simon also doesn’t know what Grace means by that, but it can’t be anything good. Words like that are never good. Normally he’d do something, anything, but he finds himself rooted to the floor, with the knowledge weighing down that if he moves, if he says anything, something horrible will happen. He doesn’t know what, but it will.

    Maybe they’ll finally toss him out the airlock.

    Let him and his (deformed) gills suffocate in the void.

    He can hear Grace’s footsteps again, Grace saying something else before he moves, slow and disjointed and sickly, but soon enough the sound is far enough for him to drown them out, for him to pretend like he’s alone. He wishes. (Of course you’d want to be alone after everything they’d done for you, you sick fuck).

    Alone until he withers, just like Grace, and rots into the floor. At least then his (deformed) flesh would be feeding the plants. Could be feeding Grace. It wouldn’t be going entirely to waste.

    It’s what he deserves, anyway.

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    We're as Blind as Each Other by

    Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)  

    27 Jun 2026

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    The egg is the same bright copper color as the rest of Rocky’s body, but smooth where his carapace is bumpy and brittle, the first Eridian-made object I've ever seen with curved edges rather than flat panels and sharp corners. It has a slight taper as well, narrowing upwards from its widest point.

    Rocky’s words echo in the back of my mind: “Grace would be perfect at take many ♪♪♫.”

    I jam the dissection probe through the shell.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Delightfully erotic and chock-full of actual science meets sci-fi theoretical biology. I actually learned a decent amount about hormones and molecular biology through this fic, and still got my rocks off in the process.

    10/10 would read again.

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    If Grace Need Rocky Stay by

    Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir  

    30 Jun 2026

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    Ever since Grace and Rocky landed on Erid, Rocky has been glued to Grace’s side, refusing to leave him alone. Grace is worried about his friend. Rocky has not even seen his mate more than a handful of times since they arrived. This is, obviously, a problem. He doesn’t want to keep Rocky away from the love of his life.

    Grace isn’t as sick anymore. He doesn’t need Rocky at his side all the time. Grace will do what he has to do so that Rocky and Adrian can resume living a normal life together. So what if Grace struggles to be alone? This is for Rocky’s sake. He’ll be okay.

    But Grace has severely underestimated how much he needs Rocky, and how much Rocky needs him.

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    Or: Grace and Rocky are severely codependent. Adrian gets tangled up in their mess, too.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    Chap 34. Grace vaguely confessed that he loves Adrian (and Rocky) romantically. Adrian didn't understand what he meant, and Grace took it as a rejection. Rocky is spending time away after an argument between them.

     

    I turn around. We’re at the door. Adrian stands expectantly in front of me, cocking their carapace inquisitively. They’re encouraging me to say what’s on my mind. I take a deep breath. Just tell them. I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants. I open my mouth.

    “Someone’s coming over to watch me sleep. You can head home. I’ll see you and Rocky tomorrow.” Adrian doesn’t move. They lift a hand, hesitant. They put it back down.

    “Are you sure, question?” they ask quietly, carapace low to the ground. They sound sad. They probably think I’m upset with them, that I’m still upset about the argument. I’ll let them believe that if it means they don’t insist on staying. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if they outright asked to stay. I wouldn’t be able to say no.

    “Yeah. Go home to your mate, Adri. He’ll be missing you,” I murmur. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. They stand there for a beat, flexing their hands against the ground. They don’t want to leave, I know that. I don’t want them to, either.

    “Goodnight, Grace. I’m so sorry,” they whisper before they take a step back, then another. I don’t say anything. I feel like my voice has been stolen from me. A sound—so quiet I’m not sure I’m actually hearing it—escapes them. It’s so remorseful and full of mourning that it makes my chest ache. I want to reach for them, I want to just—just speak. Just say it, come on. Just say the freaking words. I need help. I open my mouth and Adrian stops. They incline themself towards me. My lip wobbles.

    “Goodnight, Adrian.” I swallow, mouth dry. “Uh, I, uh, I love you.” I pause. Now’s the time to say it. “Can you… can you tell Rocky that I love him too?” I choke. The tears are starting to pour down my face. Adrian doesn’t question it. They know I tend to get emotional.

    “Of course, of course I’ll tell them. I love you too, Grace. You are—you are a wonderful friend,” they say, similarly choked up. “Sleep well. Enjoy your time with your friend… and make sure you eat before you go to bed.”

    They click once more at me. I give them a small, sad smile in return. Finally, they sigh softly and slowly start climbing down the stairs. I watch them go. I watch until they’re just a distant blob, crossing the beach alone. Only once they’re out of sight do I step back and close the door.

    It feels like suffocating. It feels like relief. I should’ve said something. I’m glad I didn’t. I wanted to. But I couldn’t make myself say the words. Man. My therapist would’ve been so disappointed in me. It was just too easy to give in to the compulsion to stay quiet. I want to curl up into a ball and sink into the ground. It’s like I want to suffer. Like I want to hurt myself with stifling, terrifying spirals, as if I want to stop eating until the point of near collapse or go through this all alone. If Adrian knew, I know they’d help. They’d do their best to pull me out of it. But I refused to voice it. And, somehow, it’s almost thrilling, like I’m getting away with something. It’s such a stupidly masochistic sentiment. I don’t like feeling like this. I really really do want it all to go away. I’m such a stupid man. I don’t know why Stratt thought I could save the world. I can’t even save myself. I can’t say three stupid little words. I need help.

    And yet. I’m still happy I didn’t say anything. No one has to see this, or deal with it. They don’t have to deal with me. Me, plunged into deep, freezing water and struggling to surface. I’ll figure out a way to float. I’ll… I’ll be okay. But I have to do it on my own.

    You’ll be okay, Grace. Just keep your promise.

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    Turn away (‘cause I’m awful just to see) by

    Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic  

    01 Jun 2026

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    So what if his former associates thought of him as a lowlife? So what if he was disgraced from academia? So long as he was still welcomed back into the town-on-Gorkhon, nothing else mattered.
    With quivering hands, he picked up the letter and carefully opened it as though he was afraid something would jump out at him from inside it. But nothing had changed, it was the exact same as when he had first read it a week ago.

    Bachelor Daniil Dankovsky,
    There is another way.
    — Victoria Olgimskaya Sr., The Light Mistress.

    Yes, there was hope for him still, and hope he would cling to till death did them part.

    ———

    Over a year later, Daniil Dankovsky returns to the Town, with a letter from a dead woman and a ticking time bomb inside his own body, in a last-ditch effort to defeat death.

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    26 Feb 2026

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    Chap 14. Dankovsky is dying. Inoperable lung cancer. His condition has just been discovered by Artemy and his friends, and Artemy has just realized his feelings for Daniil. Nina Kaina, possessing the body of her husband gave Daniil an ultimatum: Artemy leaves the town (or dies?) and Daniil may live on, or keep things as they are and he will succomb to his cancer in two months. Daniil chose the latter. His cancer has reached his brain, and he does not think he will make it to spring. Daniil finally confessed his love to Artemy and found it reciprocated.
    A letter, supposedly from deceased Victoria Oglimskaya, beckoned him back to the town promising a cure, or rather, a way to keep living.
     

    “That night in the Stillwater, do you remember what I said?” Artemy asked. The pained look on Daniil's face was enough of an answer for him.

    The words rang in Daniil’s head as clearly as the first time they’d been spoken that drunken night, like the mast of a ship emerging from a sea of fog. Vague utterings made lucid once more.

    All you have to do is ask.

    How could Daniil ever forget that? How did Artemy expect him to simply move on with his life after hearing those words? Realising that he wasn’t alone in the abyss, that there had always been an open hand there, outstretched as far as it could go, waiting to be grasped…

    He knew he had no right to ask, no claim to warmth of the hearth, and yet, the hand did not care. It was there, regardless of whether he deserved it or not.

    Thus, Daniil lunged forward and grabbed the hand, stopping Artemy just before he could move off the bed. “Wait,” he blurted. “Stay. Please, I need you…”

    He shuffled to make room for Artemy as he crawled into the bed, the mattress dipping under the new weight. Artemy pulled him close, encasing him in his arms, while Daniil’s hands rested flat on the other man’s chest.

    Every part of him was warm, like liquid heat was being pumped through his veins. Artemy carded a hand through his hair, and craned his neck down to plant a kiss on the top of Daniil’s head. Daniil’s eyes fluttered shut as he counted the beats of Artemy’s heart (the heart of a man who would likely live to be over eighty), slowing down as he grew drowsier.

    Soon, his own heart would beat no more — at least, if nothing else, he had this night.

     

    The next day, the cane became a crutch.

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    Theatre of Scales by

    Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic  

    29 Apr 2026

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    The sand pest is gone, yet Daniil Dankovsky still hasn't left the town. With winter being just around the corner, Daniil gets sick. But this type of infection is unlike anything he's ever seen. When scales start sprouting on his body, it doesn't take long for his whole perspective to shift. His only salvation seems to be, once again, Artemy Burakh. Thankfully, the menkhu doesn't fear snakes.

    Daniil turns into a snake, which flips his values and kickstarts a journey of self-reflection.

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    06 Apr 2026