⋆ ⭒˚.⋆ HAIL MARY.

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⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ #△𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇△𝐆𝐄𝐑. independent and selective rp blog for ryland grace from the 2021 science fiction novel project hail mary by andy weir. typically suited to sci - fi / slice of life verses but post - apocalyptic, horror, and others may also occur. please read guidelines before following. THIS IS A SIDEBLOG. all follows/likes will come from @embodies. dash icon ©

a study in : what it means to make contact, the deep fear / love of the unknown, insatiable curiosity, finding something to have faith in, and hope in the face of utter futility.

carrd ✧ ask prompts ✧ pinterest ✧ headcanons.

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ exploring the universe with : croftborn / astrosavior, bdazzled, morally / betrayale, prophetyse.

[astrophager]

[disappointed molecular biologist sigh]

i've written 5 things today for the queue!!! i'm gonna try lock in tomorrow too and whittle my drafts down and my treat can be starting new plots with all u lovely lovely people... i've got a fair few new mutuals or vibes going and would love to get things rolling

[ryelandgrace]

Imagine for a second that you're an interstellar microorganism. I'm not doing that.

Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord & Chris Miller

[astrophager]

people adding phm muses / phm verses / referencing book grace details / telling me when they've watched the movie or read the book??? got me vibrating harder than a rose toy

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have been sent Two (2) laika related ryland posts today. thank u love u all i am feeling Miserable,

[causedavalanche]

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF FORCE CAN TEAR A PLANET APART? ---- IT WAS YOU.

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ind. portrayal of daisy johnson / quake from marvel's agents of shield, established in april of 2026. terrigened by jacy.

[astrophager]

🚩 + canon compliance !

send 🚩 for unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes. add a topic if you like !

overrated by a mile. WHICH isn't a hot take in itself, i think the vast majority of people nowadays are to some extent canon divergent/written as an oc/taking from multiple sources. even me obviously, being book based with movie influences means i primarily stick to book canon (mind you i haven't read it since feb? march? so who knows what i'll retcon when i re-read) but pick and choose what elements of movie canon i like instead or in addition.

i think my main opinion on canon compliance that might be a bit less universal is that key events don't matter. this doesn't necessarily apply to ryland who i think i have a timeline pretty mapped out for, but a lot of the muses on my multi are comfort characters from shows i haven't seen in years, and don't intend to rewatch. as a result there are absolutely huge plot points and moments i don't recall (ask me to name one singular thing that happens in any episode of buffy) and so i don't tend to center my muses around canon events. most threads occur outside of that space regardless, and to be honest the reason i'm drawn to write specific muses is typically because of who they are and how their lives have shaped them, rather than mapping out their entire lives and histories.

obviously some stuff is important!!! but i'm long past trying to be 100% accurate or even 70%/80% when it actually just saps my creativity. the very same here with scientific accuracy (not quite the same as canon compliance but similar idea) where i've actively acknowledged in tags like hey so i know this wouldn't make sense but. i don't care <3 i'm here for the fun science vibes, and a little bit of misery on the side. we don't need to have all our ducks in a row!

[mcflymemes]

send me a 🚩 and i'll share my unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes. bonus points if you include a specific topic to talk about, like follower count, softblocking, graphics, etc.

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword: after Sylvia's "I am, I am, I am."

[tremaynes]

❝ fudge is confectionery, not a curse. ❞ it's impressive, honestly; even when fionn was small, he wasn't the greatest at censoring himself. he did around his parents — because they thought swearing was the height of disrespect, and woe betide the fionn that intentionally set them off — but his nan knew he swore. as long as he wasn't doing it in church, she didn't care all the much. it makes sense that ryland is good at keeping his language clean at work (something fionn is, despite appearances, also decent at), but the rest of the time? it's like watching a 1950s movie, some of the shit he comes out with.

it's incredibly endearing. even if fionn teases him for it.

ryland being so close to the mark and yet having his timeline entirely skewed is such a strange surprise that fionn gives a bark of laughter before he can stop himself. ❝ no, no, mate, you're a little late; this is the mellow me. i was a wild child. and a wild young adult. and a wild—are you still a young adult at, like, 24? anyway, you'd have hated me if we'd met at university. ❞ his heart was the same, has always been the same, but fionn didn't have any idea how to handle it. most days, he still doesn't; it's a fragile, cracked piece of glass about to slip from his grasp and shatter on the ground in front of him.

❝ i...think i'm really bad at chess, too. i don't really know how to play. ❞ when did he last try? god knows. he barely remembers how the pieces across move the board. it's all logic and manoeuvres that don't stick, for him. ❝ i, uh, i wasn't really doing much if you want to come and hang out? you can go and get your sudoku book if you want. i'll only be a hindrance at it, but maybe you need a golf handicap. ❞

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❛ well, i highly doubt that. ❜ ryland doesn't hate very often : he hates lousy parents and hates how numbers are valued over passion and enthusiasm, he hates his own brain sometimes for not catching up to his mouth, but people in his circle are immune from a lot. he doesn't think he could hate fionn if he tried, if he committed the most heinous betrayal here and now. he'd just feel hurt. there is a willing trust that flows ever wider though, an acceptance that his neighbour turned friend is here to stay, that the blow won't land and the betrayal won't happen. if things go south, it'll be because ryland screwed them up. for now he savours the invites and meals and weekends spent killing time with company, and latches to fionn's suggestion as eagerly as a duck to water. ❛ yeah ! i can be around in five ? ❜

five becomes ten, ten becomes fifteen, twenty ( ryland grace is punctual for work and that's about it ) and when fionn's door receives a knock it is clumsy and haphazardly done with his foot because his arms are full. its opening is greeted with the top half of ryland's face, smudged glasses peering over a stack that contains a chessboard, a multitude of sudoku books — as if one wasn't enough — alongside a dusty game of operation he found rattling around in a cupboard and a rubik's cube that topples past the threshold and by fionn's feet.

i wanted options, okay ?

he hovers for a moment, vampiric in the doorway before remembering he is meant to be here, brings his topsy - turvy tower of potential activities and would have nearly tripped up on said rubik's cube were fionn not there to move it. maybe he should have brought a ball. he wonders if they should shoot hoops sometime, or cater to fionn's less tasteful habits and kick a ball around in a field. the setting down of objects is a relief, forehead wiped dramatically as if they had weighed tons. ❛ so. i may have brought a lot. ❜

[astrophager]

as a general update, some people will already know i’m planning to move ry finally to his own main solo blog instead of a side one. yay exciting!!! i’ll share more details on that when it happens as it’s not for a while, but there are a few behaviours i’ve found concerning or otherwise vibes that i do Not want to be carrying over to that blog so just to clarify some boundaries/updates to my personal blog and portrayal:

i have thankfully had less issue with this recently but i don’t appreciate force shipping (as most people don’t i imagine) and i really am not interested in following back blogs if their most recent posts all involve: ship content of my muse and theirs, ooc posts discussing wanting to ship with grace blogs, or the ‘wanted opposites’ tags or whatever they’re called with ryan as a fc. i love shipping but i don’t take very well to that being the (presumed on my behalf) immediate intent of the follow.

i don’t like being collected like pokémon! i.e. if you interact with a lot of other grace blogs i’m not going to be as inclined to follow. the emphasis here is a LOT of grace blogs: obviously if you have 1-2 other people who write my muse that’s cool and awesome and i trust you to keep our portrayals separate, unique and have versatile plots across that. but when it’s a VASTER multitude i do end up feeling like i’m being followed moreso for the brownie points of the character i’m writing rather than my writing itself.

i’m really going to need people to not be militant about response times whether that be ic or ooc. it’s in my rules, pinned, etc. that i consider myself extremely low activity, and despite my brainrot over a certain space man at the moment, i do still believe that. i often leave plotting messages until i have a suitable time to dedicate my energy to them, i will prioritise drafts over inbox messages and expect patience and (ha!) grace. i will always extend the same to you. a vent is always understood but constant negative posts/vaguing about things of this nature will warrant a block, regardless of whether or not it’s aimed at me.

just generally speaking i’m NOT interested in any more ‘your muse is sent on the hail mary with grace as part of the project’ plots. i’m more than happy to integrate your muse into phm canon and there are a thousand ways to go about it but specifically as a crewmate sent as part of the project i am VERY happy with what i have already plotted and am not interested in pursuing further variants of this.

[astrophager]

RYLAND AS A BRUSHBUDDY.

tagged by: @prophetyse THANK UUUU

tagging: literally everyone AND TAG ME SO I CAN SEEEEE

[free-my-mindd]

[rkhum]

"if the world's gotta end, the world's got a right to know, don't you think?" the government keeps its secrets, REX is all too familiar with that. the charitable interpretation is not to incite panic, letting the public know what it needs to know and keep the rest of the trouble to those who can actually do something about it. otherwise, it's just a matter of control. knowledge is power. he wouldn't be doing what he does if he didn't believe that. however terrifying the truth, it is better than living in ignorance; he will not flinch from it (what about the rest of the world? a little nagging voice sounds off in the back of his mind. rex quickly dismisses it).

"if it's really as simple as that, your boss wouldn't have come to me." he raises his hand at the bar, getting the attention of the waitress behind it. "uh, black coffee, please. and whatever he wants. you can put it on the same tab." he looks to ryland and shrugs. "it's your boss. she paid me for the... expenses. honestly it feels more like an allowance, but only if this became a regular thing..."

let's not put the cart before the horse, rex reminds himself, seeing as he's barely gotten ryland to talk. he waits patiently for ryland to make his order, scratching a little burnt mark on his wrist from when he tried to make scrambled eggs for wendy. she's just turned fourteen, and only started to feel comfortable asking rex for the things she wants.

"...how bad is it? like ten years, twenty years, five? is there still any point in investing in a retirement account?" he couldn't help but ask, gaze drifting past ryland to the tables behind him. men and women enjoying a little afternoon respite as life goes on. how many of them have children? if any of them just got a promotion, or entered a new relationship? how a little spec of space dust irreparably changed the timeline of their lives. "don't worry, i'm not gonna print that. not in those words anyway. i gathered that your boss wanted a more... professional tone. it's just for me—for... background."

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ryland takes the opposite tack, a back - and - forth they have always been capable of rearing its head again. he is quick to demean the gravity of the situation in public, and while he wouldn't think he outright lies, he certainly sugarcoats. there is no productivity in panic, news outlets blasting alarm of the looming apocalypse when in reality any decline would not be so drastically overnight. it would be drastic, sure, but ryland is perhaps foolishly hoping it never actually comes to that. he knows better, has done the calculations.

the stall of nabbing caffeine is accepted eagerly, ryland watching rex make his order with that curious and idle interest that takes over someone when in a natural habitat, taking in mannerisms that have never truly changed, a steadfast request for black coffee that he's seen a hundred times before— rex looks back at him and ryland's gaze averts quickly, too quickly, fumbling through a menu as if he even needs to look at the options. ❛ uh, death by caramel. latte with as many pumps as you'll put in. please — thanks. ❜

of course stratt paid. everything falls under stratt's umbrella in the end, even the most negligible factors that i'd thought entirely separate. when i found the vat's gym empty and surreptitiously open after hours, it was stratt that had made it so, that had learned my routines. when rex orders me a drink, well— let's just say it's not like old times. his choice of words nearly makes me laugh : the last time he and i had anything resembling a 'regular thing' it didn't go well, so i can't imagine this time will be any different.

❛ five years ? ❜ his disbelief is palpable if not entirely visible in his expression, shock shooting his eyebrows up and parting his mouth. ❛ christmas eve. would it kill you to have some faith in— ❜ he nearly says 'me', cuts it off at the root with the notion that it is entirely discrediting of the task force as a whole and shakes his head instead. coffee comes and he seizes it greedily from its saucer, the liquid entirely too hot once he gets past the foam, scalds his lip and tongue and winces as he tries to think and alleviate the burn of his impulsive sip at the same time. ❛ if nothing was done to resolve it— and i mean if— then we'd maybe be looking at a rate of, say, earth's temp getting a degree lower every two, three years. ❜ he doesn't mention this drop might be exponential, that the current estimate is a fifteen degree drop within thirty years. ❛ but there are plans in motion, not just to investigate the astrophage itself, but to delay the temperature decline's rate even if research doesn't catch up in time. which it will. ❜

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⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ GORE/HORROR PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.

19. ritualistic. — @croftborn. inspo: days gone, midsommar, suspiria, wrong turn.

i should have waken her up. i didn't want to wake her up, but it was my watch, and the whole point of keeping watch is that you call warning should danger appear, but instead i ran for the hills and only hoped they followed me rather than find her. i suppose i should count myself lucky for that at least.

they have stripped him down for better access to do what rippers do best : they have already scored grooves into his chest and abdomen, each one eliciting a cry as they let the blood from him, gather it in wooden basins for use later. he can only imagine whether it's to consume or to coat themselves with, to pour or to mark. it doesn't take long for them to find the bite. angry whoops and outcries ring around the circle, ryland helpless to insist that it's nothing, that he's immune, his voice drowned out by the crowd. his arms flail against the bindings that secure his wrists, tears streaking a muddy and bloody face. they speak of a cleansing, retrieving what ryland rapidly recognises to be a blowtorch by how they test firing it up, release a few experimental jets of flame into the air. no, no, no . . .

❛ . . . no, please, god, no - no - no ! ❜ the whimpers become high screams as heat sears against his skin, the sound and smell of his flesh cooking as agonising as the pain that shrieks straight through to the bone. his nerves are alight, a tautness that makes the tendons in his neck and jaw starkly visible as they clench, howls of a dying creature unrecognisable in his voice box. they jitter and laugh and dance around him, chants he can't make out, the room spinning as he falls into delirium. the last thing he hears is gunfire. he's too far gone to even make out what that means.

[rosedavid]

PROJECT HAIL MARY by Andy Weir

@pscentral​ event 49: literature

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⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ GORE/HORROR PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.

75. trick of the mind. — @betrayale. inspo: silent hill, hellblade: senua's sacrifice, man of medan, it.

it's just a hallucination. it's all in my imagination. i have to keep reminding myself that, try to, but the wails in my ears feel real, a thousand banshees that grip at my shirt and pull me back as i try to find sofie. it's like wading through mud, a swamp up to my thighs, cold and sucking. i realise the wails are hers.

reality or not he darts, the horror of her separation apparent in a flash, the implication that this was her own doing coming in later. there is blood, so much blood, gushing and hot where the imaginary mire had been cold, warmth seeping through his fingers and spattering his glasses until he sees through a red - tinged set of lenses. he is frantic in fabricating a tourniquet, mumblings of ' it's not real ' on repeat, a broken record as his actions don't match his words. grace is no expert in what to do here, tries to cut off the source of the flow and cradle her close, reassure. when he finds her face however it must only be delusion that paints it, because she is smiling, pale and frail and smiling, sickle - like.

are you proud of me ?

it is shocking, leaves him speechless, trying to parse the relief on her face, see through the mask of it, and falling short. his lips tremble, tears gleaming and mixing with red droplets, making something translucent and hazy. ❛ wh - what ? n - no, i . . . you did this ? ❜ only now does he process the tool her hand holds, the montage that speaks of one culprit alone that he had been blind and unwilling to see. it's not real, it can't be. he tries to grasp her shoulders, force some sense into her amidst the hissing wisps of hallucination. ❛ look at me. sofie, you need to snap out, whatever you're seeing, it's— it's not real. ❜ but how can he be so sure ? what if it's his turn for thoughts to transpire and become potent in their fortitude, if the heady horror he witnesses now is all in his head ? he almost hopes it is.