Important note: I will be reblogging and posting stuff about the book/movie “Project Hail Mary.” Until the end of July, I will tag it as “PHM spoilers” and “project Hail Mary spoilers”, so if you don’t want to get spoiled block those tags!!
Intro post!
(Updated 6/6/26)
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Important info
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Hello! I’m Rifty/Riffs (courtesy of @/m1l0-58), Leaf, or Light! My pronouns are she/her, and I’m an artist who dabbles in writing from time to time. My Ao3 is Rifty_Doodles if you want to check some of it out ^^
here’s some stuff about me: (bold/coloured text are things I consider important)
I am not comfortable with being dm’ed. If you want to ask me something or talk to me, the comment section of all of my posts are open and tags are a-okay!
My main interests are Project Hail Mary (the book and the movie) and Sanders Sides, but I also enjoy Shoot from the Hip, Good Omens, Detroit: Become Human, The Magnus Archives (currently on episode 38), outer space, The Legend of Zelda, and the Hatchetfield trilogy.
No specific DNI list, but I do block people that I don’t want on my blog.
I’m currently listening to the Magnus Archives, so there will be a bunch of posts tagged with various trigger warnings as I’m live-blogging. If there are any warnings you’d like me to tag for lmk but you have been warned.
I am Christian, and you may do with that information as you please.
I reblog a lot, so if you don’t want that in your dash or notifs don’t follow. I do tag it with #reblogs though. I don’t maintag my rb’s, so don’t be worried about that before you scroll :3
(P.S. If you decide to scroll through my ‘sanders sides’ and ‘project hail Mary’ tags, I’d recommend you block the ‘reblogs’ tag bc any post/reblog I had tagged as ‘sanders sides spoilers’ showed up as well :<)
Feel free to tag me in things, but do keep in mind that my online social battery is very small, so there is a high chance i won’t respond if it’s a convo post or tag game.
My art tag is #doodles and dots, random thoughts and ideas I have are under #rifty’s ramblings, and my writing is under #rifty writes.
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Other stuff
My favourite side is Virgil, closely followed by Logan and Janus.
My favourite bands/musicians are Nehmasis, Taylor Swift, Finnegan Tui, AJR, Tom Cardy, The Crane Wives, The Oh Hellos and Annapantsu.
I use Procreate for digital art, and various sketchbooks (one of which used to be a planner/calender!) for traditional. My favourite art supplies are acrylic brush pens and coloured ballpoint pens.
Random rb threads that have names:
evil evil brain snake thats a liar: Janus has taken over Rifty’s brain and Vari (@/varianwonder) has to go into her mind and save her from possession. What started out as a silly post that became a silly Janus rp that became dnd. Idk man I just work here.
The toonsquid tapes: another silly rp with @/varianwonder again where Rifty rescues vari from a personified toonsquid holding them hostage. Tw for mentions of guns, swords and injury. Very lighthearted and goofy though.
Aurora balderdash: literally just me and vari saying words that start with a and then b. No direction, just nonsense.
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Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy your time on my blog and have a great timezone, wherever or whoever you are! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Awakening
Summary: “Wait.
What was he aware of?
His mind was unnervingly devoid of knowledge—the only thing he was mostly sure of was that his vision shouldn’t be this blurry up close, but he couldn’t recall why he knew that.”
Or: A Sanders Sides Lab AU I couldn’t get out of my head, so I’m writing it down.
Warnings: vague hospital setting, nothing else that I can think of. If there are any you think I should add, let me know! ^^
Rating: G
Word Count: 661
Additional Info: Lab/Experiment AU, Amnesia
(Fic under cut)
He woke up to blinding light and the humming of something electric.
He opened his eyes and sat bolt upright, scanning the room. It contained as much furnishing as one would expect in a prison cell, except everything was white and sterile. There was a large mirror spanning one wall, and he spotted a small camera in one of the corners of the room. He was situated on a bed raised a foot and a bit off of the ground, his legs covered with a thin white sheet.
He took his legs out from under the sheet and set them on the floor, and looked over himself, setting his hands in his lap. He was wearing a white hospital gown that came down to his knees and blue-grey gripped socks with what he thought were white polka-dots on them. He noticed a tight sensation on his neck and reached up to find a bulky collar, and realized that there was an indigo blue armband on his left wrist that had some sort of writing on it, but up close it was far too blurry to make out.
He started reaching above his head but stopped, staring at his blurry hand like it was alien to him.
What had he just reached up to do? As far as he was aware he didn’t have-
Wait.
What was he aware of?
His mind was unnervingly devoid of knowledge, the only thing he was mostly sure of was that his vision shouldn’t be this blurry up close, but he couldn’t recall why he knew that.
He furrowed his brow, trying to recover any semblance of who he was before he woke up, but it was like grasping thin air. Frustration started welling up in his chest as he pushed harder, a headache starting to form. Why couldn’t he just-
“Oh! You’re awake!”
He tensed, whipping his head around towards the voice and staring at the person across the room.
They had curly, shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and were wearing an identical hospital gown to the one he was wearing, but the band on their wrist was cyan and read M-2. A generous smattering of freckles covered their face, and their hazel eyes were wide in what he guessed was surprise-
He gasped in surprise, glancing between him and the gift-
What was that?
He couldn’t make out any faces or details clearly, but the environment seemed achingly familiar-
“Do I have something on my face?” He blinked, realizing he had been staring. The person was still looking at him, their nose slightly scrunched up in the playful smile they were now giving. He stammered momentarily.
“I- who are you? And where am I? Why can’t I remember anything?”
Their smile shifted slightly, becoming something unreadable to him. “I don’t know the answers to any of those questions, but I can tell you that you’re not the first one to ask.”
They slid off the bed they were sitting on and walked across the room, stopping maybe two feet in front of him. “I don’t know my name, either, but I’ve decided to go by M. I also use he/him pronouns, in case you were wondering.” M extended a hand.
He contemplated for a few moments. M didn’t seem to be harbouring any ill intent, and seemed kind enough. And it wouldn’t hurt to have some acquaintance for as long as he was here—wherever that may be. He took M’s hand.
“Pleasure. I can’t read my wristband from up close, so I am unable to give you anything to call me. I would prefer it if you used he/him for me as well.”
M glanced down at his wristband. “Oh! It says… ‘L-7’.”
“Then you may call me L.” He tilted his head. It was probably best to be polite. “Well met.”
M giggled. “Well, aren't you prim and proper?” He gave L’s hand a firm shake before letting go.
