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I am sick. this sucks balls. my will is made of iron but my immune system couldn't keep up. I'm going to eat a pop tart and sulk for the rest of the day
“When we were kids, the Phonics Wizard came to our town to show off how the letter E can change the sounds of vowels. He turned a can into a cane, a pin into a pine. This one kid had a cap and he changed it into a cape, that kind of thing.
“And we loved it, we were all having a great time, but then he saw my sister and I, and he just got this - this look in his eyes, and then-”
She hesitated, worrying the coarse material between her fingers. “Things got pretty bad after that,” she muttered. “I know it’s silly, but I try to keep - her - comfortable. We don’t know if she can still hear us, or see us, or if she’s even still in here, but I like to think she is. I talk to her when I can, I leave music on when I’m out of the house. I tried to convince my parents to bring her with us when we went to Disneyland, but they didn’t - didn’t really take that well.”
After a moment, she put the ball of twine back onto its pillow. “Anyways. They tried to arrest the Phonics Wizard, but he had a plan in case something went wrong and he turned it into a plane and flew away.”
Imagine a newly-arrived-to-Erid Grace, sealed in a small oxygenated observation room, lying asleep on a cushioned platform. So far, Rocky has been the only Eridian bold enough to put on a xenonite suit and join Grace in the room; other Eridian scientists are gathered just outside, listening to the alien shifting about -- in its sleep!!! -- and occasionally mumbling.
A particularly pessimistic and irritating Eridian is pontificating to the others, insisting on the highest degree of caution when interacting with the alien in any way, even if that comes at the sacrifice of speed in treating the alien's ailments. Rocky is furious at the implication of "even if that comes at the sacrifice of the alien, period", but silent, unwilling to express his counterargument at full volume and risk waking Grace. Still, he is almost vibrating with anger where he sits on the makeshift 'human-style' bed beside his friend.
"This creature moves about even when supposedly at rest! It's unnatural! Perhaps Rocky-hero only survived the journey here at all because he was safely on the other side of a barrier of xenonite and ammonia, out of this creature's reach. Who knows what violent urges and instincts are contained within that bizarre body?"
The collective attention of the gathered Eridians shifts to focus in on Grace's slumbering form.
As if on cue, Grace rolls onto his side, still snoozing away, and cuddles his whole body in a curve around Rocky's, in a shockingly-close mimicry of a parent [Eridian-cat-equivalent] curling around its [Eridian-kitten-equivalent].
Rocky is quite annoyed when the resulting chorus of [Eridian-"awww"-equivalent] IS enough to finally wake his human friend from his much-needed rest.
I also like to imagine a small subset of Eridians — maybe not bad people necessarily, but freaked out by a rapidly-and-suddenly-changing world and grasping for anything they can do to try and exert control over their circumstances? — jumping down Rocky’s figurative throat about him choosing to share so much potentially-sensitive information about Eridian anatomy and Erid’s culture, government, etc. with the first random sapient alien Rocky found floating out in space.
And then Rocky has to roll his figurative eyes and patiently (or not. Actually, definitely NOT patiently, that’s funnier) point out to those Eridians trying to scold him — the ‘random sapient alien’ freely chose to give ROCKY a massive data dump of information about the alien’s own race, including the precise location of the alien’s planet and instructions for how to build horrific weapons that could wipe out all life on that planet.
… Why do I suddenly feel like this is all cascading to the point where Rocky has to get married to Grace (platonically or queerplatonically or whatever) for the specific reason that Eridian mates can’t legally testify against each other.
A very stressed Eridian official: Rocky, to the best of your knowledge, is there any reason, no matter how insignificant, that Erid should hesitate at all to aid this human?
Rocky: 😶 … Why don’t we wrap up this hearing for today and resume tomorrow, question.
(1.5 Earth hours later)
Grace: Hahaha Rocky did you know we actually have something like this on Earth too, in my country? It’s called “Las Vegas”—
A very stressed Rocky: Yes yes yes very interesting friend Grace, now when we go into that building, when I signal you, just repeat all the noises that I make—
I think the funniest thing about all of these project hail mary au’s and crossovers with other space-themed media is the idea that earth has never run into life in space but the literal SECOND that Ryland Grace is involved he is just ping ponging around discovering non-earthlings left right and center
Wattpad: pay me monthly 🤩 and we will remove ads for you. also free offline stories I guess as long as you keep paying me. but we have censorship so keep your kinks to yourself. what we don’t have is tagging systems, so good luck trying to find what you want or avoiding what you don’t want to read lol
meanwhile AO3: so everything is free in our house. read whatever you want offline. also no ads. no capitalism. no censorship. be as wild as you want with your fics. also we have tagging systems so you can search or avoid any specific tags, pairings, relationships or characters. whatever you want.
I’m sorry but if you’re still complaining, you don’t realize how good you have it with AO3, one of the last platforms on the internet that is free of capitalism and censorship. just artists and writers creating and sharing their works with the community for free and for fun. just authentic love between artists, their works, characters, stories and audiences.
Tbh, the only thing in my opinion that would make Ao3 better than it already is would be the ability to search/filter your history and subscriptions. I have read so much and wish it was easier to find fics to re-read.
Yup the only thing stopping me from building a shrine is search filter my subscription lists I wanna find a fic and have to guess if its on random page outta 278
Hmm ... Concept World where Abortions are completely acceptable and not wanting to deal with child is reasonable but Laws are respectful of any Chance of life (Provided Healthcare/housing food)*
they don't wish the children to die so they just have a procedure that moves any fetus at any stage to a seperate Incubator
Treated completely Normally and Like Genetic Donors The "Parents" can register if they would like to remain anonymous or be notified of anything
And some people just use it instead of carrying to Term Because Pregnancies Can be really Dangerous and Is just seen as Another Option
A demon disguises themself as Celine to try and fool Huntrix but real Celine arrives and the interaction is as follows:
Mira: "Two Celines!?"
Zoey: "Is this heaven? I read a fic that was like this once."
Rumi: "Ew, Zoey. Why. Clearly one's a demon."
Mira: "Yeah but which one?"
Demon Imposter: "She is! Kill it! Obviously I'm the real Celine!"
Celine: "Oh really? Wonderful. Here."
*grabs a heavy folder out her bag and smacks the Demon in their face*
Celine: "These are the latest talents. Be sure to read through them carefully before signing anything. Oh and the PR reports because Zoey's last internet rant caused quite a stir. They're losing their shit. Even Bobby started crying. Have fun!"
*walks pass everyone and throws herself on Huntrix's couch, grabs Zoey's plush turtle, puts it on her face and immediately passes out.*
The demon actually feels bad for her so she tries helping Celine get some of the work done, and is pretty successful at a few things.
And then she fucks up majorly at one really big thing.
And Celine has to fix it.
And Huntrix would feel bad killing this demon now.
And this demon has nowhere else to stay.
Cue the goofy Roommate antics of Celine “your faults and fears must never be seen” Kang and a demon who was under Gwi- “I’m going to scream your faults and fears in your ear so hard you’re gonna hate yourself forever and do what I want you to because I said so” -ma’s control for a few hundred years!
This has now been going on for a couple of days. Imposter!Celine hanging out in Celine's suite and helping her with her paperwork has somehow become a thing. Celine is also catching herself starting to appreciate having the naive as it may be attention of someone who has literally no bias or stake in her job (or even human affairs in general). She has plenty of qualified personnel but no one close enough that she would give her less filtered business thoughts to.
Huntr/x have lowered their guard by this point while Celine thinks the demon is playing the long game or would have slipped up by now so they can just kill it and end the charade. When Celine confronts her double, the demon just admits that at this point the mission has already failed and there's no way she doesn't die the moment Gwi Ma sees her. And if anything, the hanging threat of your boss potentially killing you at the slightest misstep has been the most familiar part of her current situation. Celine is just insulted she was just compared to Gwi Ma.
The demon still hears Gwi-Ma, of course. Celine may tolerate her presence, but she's not cracked in the head on the subject of demons like Miyeong or Miyeong's ridiculous daughter, she's not singing Free at this supernatural monster to try to heal her wounded soul. She doesn't even really do that for humans anymore.
They do talk about it, one time, though.
"You guys have been fighting him for centuries, right? You must have some tricks to keep him out of your head," Hyori says.
"Yes, not letting him in to begin with," is Celine's flat reply. "If he does not know what you fear, he can't use it against you."
"Right," says the demon, and flops back, disheartened, on the office couch.
Celine eyes her for a moment, over her desktop monitor.
"... I've heard him as long as I can remember," she admits, because it's been twenty-five years since she could talk about this, twenty-five years since the last person who knew what it was like left, and who is a demon going to tell?
Hyori sits bolt upright, stares at her like Celine has become something alien and impossible right before her eyes.
"The voice in your head, the thing that tells you there's something wrong with you, that you should just give up, because nothing you could ever do would be right?"
Hyori nods, eyes wide.
Celine shrugs. "Kim-seonsaengnim said that was Gwi-Ma, and I would always hear him now that he knew my faults. She said it would be hard not to listen, because I would know he was right, that I had made those mistakes. But I should never let him tell me what to do about them."
She thinks about rotting in bed at nineteen, knowing to her bones just how little purpose there was in getting up, how pointless it would be to go to the studio, and Miyeong, laughing, maybe we don't take the demon king's advice on how to stop being sad, how much quieter her mind felt, how much lighter her body was after a few hours of singing with her girls.
She thinks about twenty-five years without Miyeong or Jisoo or her mentors to say it for her, thinks about Hyori who never had a Miyeong or Jisoo and never will.
"You remember your duty," Celine says. "That's the 'Hunter trick' to fight his voice. You remember that it doesn't matter if he is right. You still have people to protect. Songs to sing, battles to fight, a company to run so that other people can do their own duty every day. Duty doesn't stop just because you're hurting or sad, and duty is more important than whatever easy thing you might think will make you feel better."
The demon keeps staring at her, eyes wide, for another long moment. Then she says, tentative, quiet, lost, "I don't have a duty."
Celine manages not to scoff. Demons. "Then pick one," she says, looking back at her spreadsheet, tired of this conversation.
