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Clover she/he/it, adhd creature, ru/eng
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I am Clover (she/he/it), welcome to my page! I talk about loads of different things, though mostly my everyday life
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DNI: Trump/Putin/other dictator’s supporters, queerphobia (INCLUDING polyphobia, aphobia and etc), ableism, TERFs, generative AI supporters
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Adhd, non-binary, queer, philology student, dnd player
Currently will bubble about: The Pitt(!!!!!), maybe Heated rivalry, possibly Pathologic These are not my only fandoms, I’m eager to talk about a lot of other things
Sometimes I write! Though English is not my first language, so most of my texts are in Russian. But headcanons are not!
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When he found out about what happened to Grace, Rocky was reasonably horrified and livid. On their way to Erid, Grace hears the most beautiful tune he cannot seem to understand. It doesn’t sound Eridian, it just sounds like regular music. He sees Rocky on his laptop messing with Garage Band. Grace asks what’s up, very amused. Rocky tells him,
I know there's a popular headcanon that Grace's crew died because of feeding tubes malfunction (based on the paperwork Grace was doing right before the explosion), but — in the book he specifically says that even after the accident he kept dealing with that same paperwork on minor Hail Mary issues, so I doubt that feeding tube problem was left unaddressed. May I offer instead:
Grace was put into coma by the people who cared about him. They (especially Yáo being Yáo) probably double-triple-quadruple checked everything. They watched him sleep for those first few days — I doubt they went into coma immediately after leaving Earth's orbit. They probably talked to him, assuring him that he'll be okay.
Ilyukhina's coma procedure was probably supervised by Yáo. He made sure that everything was in order, but — he is just one man and he is not a doctor. There was much more room for mistakes.
When Yáo went to sleep, he was alone. He had to rely on the technology completely.
Does the book explain how Stratt knew about Grace and his paper?
Because what I'm imagining is that when they found potential life they reached out to the leading expert in the field, and when they told him that the aforementioned potential life was found on the surface of the sun the first words out of his mouth were "If that motherfucking asshole was right about water-based lifeforms this whole time I'll destroy this planet my goddamned self"
At which point Eva "I need people who piss people off" Stratt started making phone calls
You've heard of Rocky giving Grace cuteness aggression, but I raise you Grace giving Rocky cuteness aggression - but specifically in the way that you see a dog that’s so ugly that it becomes the cutest thing of all time. Grace is gross and squishy and leaky and he'll do literally anything and Rocky will have to fight the urge to squeeze him and hold him and sing the Eridian equivalent of 'aww.' Grace is that nasty crusty smelly dog you see at the animal shelter that you immediately want to take home because you know nobody else will want it. He snores in his sleep and Rocky has to try not to squeal.
“This means… of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.”
“My.”
“Correct. But only for names.”
“So you’re calling me…?”
Rocky repeats the word: “My Grace. Yes.”
“Are there other Graces? Why do you need to specify?”
Rocky considers this, tapping his xenonite-encased claws idly against the floor.
“No other Grace,” Rocky says. “We just do this.”
“Like an honorific,” Grace guesses. “It goes before everyone’s name? Everyone you know?”
Rocky whirs in surprise. “No, no, no. Not at all.”
“Okay, then who? What makes me qualify?”
Rocky is silent for a moment.
“...Does this offend Grace?” he asks, voice lower.
Grace blinks. “No! I don’t think so. Is there a reason to be offended?”
“Good,” Rocky says, relieved. Grace is starting to recognize what Eridian relief sounds like. “No, no reason.”
“Who else do you call that?”
“You don’t have this on Earth?”
Grace considers. What for, friends? He couldn’t call Marissa “my Marissa.” That would be weird.
“I still don’t know what it means,” he settles on. “So I couldn’t tell you.”
Rocky groans in frustration. He’s a very impatient tutor. “We just say it.”
“Are you my Rocky?” Grace asks. He hits the two keys to make the my note.
“I don’t know!” Rocky says. “You decide this.”
“I decide? Who do you use it for?”
“You. Adrian. I will use it for my pebbles.”
Grace blinks. “So few?”
Rocky shifts. “I am… you do not have the word yet. Eridian who works alone often, not close to many other Eridians.”
“What, mechanical engineer?”
Rocky chitters with amusement. “Acceptable.”
“Is Adrian your only friend?”
Rocky draws back, like he’s taken offense. “I have friends. Coworkers. But different.”
So just Adrian. And him.
“This worries you,” Rocky says.
“Adrian is your mate,” Grace points out. “I’m not your mate.”
“Correct. You are not. You do not like to be a mate.”
Grace isn’t sure how to respond to that, so he ignores it.
“I’m your friend,” Grace says.
Rocky hesitates, for a second. “...Correct.”
“Like your coworkers.”
“No.”
Grace sighs, rubbing his hand across his face. Okay, maybe that’s fair. It’s not like he felt about any of his coworkers like he feels about Rocky.
“Best friend,” Grace amends. “You’re my best friend, too.”
Rocky hums. “Acceptable.”
“Just acceptable? Now you are offending me. Can you just explain?”
This makes Rocky fall silent for a minute longer than usual. Grace is half-ready to apologize and to say let’s move on and to retype his own name without the superfluous my.
“The Earth ‘best friend’ is not strong enough,” Rocky says finally. “It does not translate this way.”
Grace runs his fingers through his hair, a little nervous, for some reason. “Okay.”
“It is…” Rocky pauses. He has to pause more often, now that they’re not using the translator, to simplify his language. “It means that I am not Rocky without my Grace. You are part of… of the whole. When I wake up, I think of you. When I work. When I eat. When I think I am going to die.”
Rocky speaks slowly, but it’s still a lot of Eridian for Grace to grasp all at once. Even as he works out the sentences in his head, he can feel hot tears rising in his eyes.
“It means that when you are sick, I am sick,” Rocky continues. “And it means I will take care of you, because taking care of you is taking care of myself.”
Grace bunches up his sleeve, wiping it across his face, blinking furiously.
Rocky’s voice is soft. “So Grace is part of Rocky. Grace is like a cell. You see? My Grace.”
Grace is quiet, for a moment, trying to get himself together. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.
“...Oh.”
Rocky hums, pressing his carapace gently against Grace’s arm. “You are leaking. Does this make you sad?”
Grace shakes his head, sniffing, crossing his arms across his knees and resting his chin on his sleeves. “Not at all.”
“Good, good.”
“I feel like that,” Grace mumbles. “Just like that. Just exactly—exactly like that.”
“About your old mate?”
“Don’t act stupid. You know I’m talking about you.”
Rocky hums, burrowing closer. Grace curls one arm around his carapace. That’s not enough, so he leans over, dropping his head down so his forehead presses against the xenonite.
“My Rocky,” Grace whispers in English.
“My Grace,” Rocky echoes in Eridian. Grace can recognize the note at the start. He will add it when he plays Rocky’s name.
“How long have you called me that?” Grace asks. “Must’ve been a while. I didn’t notice it change.”
rocky hunting grace while hes working like heh. going to pull big prank on grace. stupid human hearing so bad very bad and only 'see' with light-sense organ in one direction at a time. eridian best hunter on all erid, evolved best hunting veeeery quiet. scare grace a lot. very funny.
rocky is HORRIFIED mid stalk when grace suddenly stiffens and turns around to stare directly at him. HOW GRACE DO THAT HOW GRACE KNOW HOW GRACE KNOW
TODAY I OPENED THIS APP TO BRING A NEW CROSSOVER SHIP
BUCKLE UP GIRLS GAUYS GAYS AND THEYS.
EVA STRATT AND NATASHA ROMANOFF
Like THINK about. Just for a second, fuck the Infinity war and the Finale, THINK ABOUT IT.
I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS
First of all the dynamic itself looks incredible
Second of all. Proposed first meetings
1. Eva waiting for her trials after Hail Mary launch and Natasha comes in like “you, smart beautiful woman who knows how to handle power. with us” and boom no trial, Eva Stratt is actually working for SHIELD/SWORD/idk government or Stark now
2. They met YEARS before Hail Mary, but never really gotten close — it was some kind of meeting between ESA and SHIELD, they didn’t really talk, but remember each other. Years later government is launching Hail Mary and Nat proposes Eva as a candidate for the leader (am I being evil? Maybe a bit)
3. No astrophage au, Eva gets hired by SHIELD. Yay work place romance (yay they’re a bit doomed)
the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts
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