I put the aroace in aerospace

this will last for one (1) week oops Page of light *apparently* DMs are open for mutuals but you are probably going to have to message me first @iamcurrentlyinyourwalls - moirail <> Everything else should be in the intro post

[the-worm-from-the-string]

Intro post!

Hello, I'm the worm from the string and as you can see I am absolutely terrible at coming up with usernames.

(this is what the refrance)

Add to my list of things that I should do! (link)

I am going to try to make this intro post as organized and concise as I can and it will be under the cut:

Names: you can call me Worm, but if that get's weird or you just don't want to use that, you can also call me Rose (a totally original name I didn't steal from anyone)

Pronouns: they/xem

I'm *fineee* with she/her you can use it but I prefer the above pronouns

Other info on that stuff is on my pronouns page but one more thing I'd like to add here is that even though I mostly dislike male pronouns and terms, I would genuinely rather have people refer to me as sir or mr. rather than ma'am or ms. (or even mx.) because

I just like it better

I find it funny sometimes

I have quite a few irls on here but I won't list them out bc you will probably be able to figure it out on your own

Main fandoms:

Undertale, Deltarune, Homestuck, Project Hail Mary

Others that I'm not really that active in but still engage in from time to time:

Omori, Cinderella Boy, Iron Lung, uh probably some others

What else do I do on here?

I crochet (that's my main art form), I sometimes draw and am trying to get better at that, and I overshare a lot.

My tags (or the ones I use frequently (I'm really inconsistent with tagging)):

#moirail jumpscare: @iamcurrentlyinyourwalls ask tag and general shenanigans

#sollux steals my phone: @iamcurrentlyinyourwalls does its posts on my phone for reasons

#glimmers from the transportalizer: @shouty-mcnubs413 ask tag and general shenanigans

#life stuff: self explanatory, general oversharing, pretty much functions as my online diary

#let the internet decide: polls I put on tumblr that would probably impact me irl in some way and that I should be able to decide the answer for myself but can't for some reason

#ask the internet: should not be in use anymore after making it consistent across all the posts but basically if i forget my own tags then this will be put in place of #let the internet decide

#mr golden ears: tag for my stupid fuckass orchestra teacher that i hate

#the quest for happiness and fulfillment: stupid cringy tag I made up in the middle of the night when I was having some sort of emotional crisis. I will update it occasionally when I do something like touch grass or make an attempt to improve my mental health in some way

#right over left get a hang: I've used this once in my entire time on this website and I've decided it functions as the tag for when I randomly quote my teachers (the tag itself is what my PE teacher says the exact same way every single day whenever we do stretches)

#the squelch: the squelch.

Questions nobody asked (except maybe some people):

Can I tag you in posts?

Yes! You can tag me in tag games, posts you think I'll like or pretty much anything else. I don't mind.

Aren't you supposed to be catching up on all that late work?

Yes. Next question.

Are you a femboy?

I wish I was that cool but sadly no.

Are you a furry?

No, but some of my friends are so take your shit somewhere else if you're gonna hate on them.

Do you take requests/commissions?

I don't take commissions unless they are from one of my irls and even then I find money is not as good of a motivator as spontaneously deciding to make someone a surprise gift they didn't ask for (I say as someone who has literally never been commissioned ever). Requests are a bit different as I will accept requests online BUT: be warned that I am terrible at committing to things and might straight up ignore the request or put it off for way too long. Nothing personal, I just can't handle that stuff too well most of the time.

What makes you hate your orchestra teacher so much?

Check the mr golden ears tag. Not everything is there but it should give you a general idea.

Alright you've scrolled all the way down here's my youtube channel

[the-worm-from-the-string]

I like things sometimes but I don't think I like them enough to not be labelled as a larper or whatever the fuck people are saying right now god I hate this whole larp thing cause now I feel like I have to be super duper into something just to say I like it

[bigcheesehotsingles]

Get Back Here Twink You Have Lamp Duty

[zero0ycinema]

Knock knock

[cheesytoastyy]

[monteruu]

god willing

[aro-aceattorney]

eva doodles. obsessed with her

[soupmanfish]

eva stratt i love you and you are everything to me

[cntrlaltdelete-what]

[epicmilly]

turned her into a gif because i love her!!!!!

[ruunikko]

Oh Eva Stratt they could never make me hate you❤️

[lutheban]

Rocky, once again, being baffled and STRESSED about human biology and the things his human does to keep healthy i dont think mr "my whole crew died of radiation sickness" likes the fact that his alien and most things on his planet needs it for survival very much xD previous

[asters-28]

be nice this is the first writing I’ve done in two years. olesya adrian save stars au enjoyers- I’ve written some drabble. enjoy :3

I wake up to a voice. Not a familiar voice, at least not that I can tell from my half awake state. Ugh. Everything is sore. Where am I?

“Whatis to plu to,” i hear the voice say again, but my brain can’t process what it’s saying. I struggle to kickstart myself into some form of function- maybe if I sit up, I’ll wake up faster.

One problem- I can’t sit up. I can’t even open my eyes.

My lizard brain starts to panic. I can’t move my fingers, my toes. Nothing is responding to my desperate commands. Move, goddamnit! At least let my eyes open!

“What is two plus two?”

I forcibly open my eyes and regret it. It’s really bright. But I manage to keep them open. I see a…ceiling, a bunch of…god, cameras probably (wonderful) and some kind of …robotic arm.

“Eye movement detected,” it says. “What is two plus two?”

It’s pointed at me expectantly. I stare at it. I think it’s some sort of industrial robotic arm connected to the ceiling- some type of surgical one, maybe? My brain turns around the possibilities for a couple minutes, and then I remember. Two plus two. What’s two plus two.

“Fff”, I manage. “Ffffffou.”

“Incorrect. What is two plus two?” The arm says again, patiently.

“F-four,” I sputter out. Some kind of muscle memory is kicking in, a part of my brain that tells me that I trained for this. I prepared for this discombobulating scenario. What scenario is this exactly? Fuck knows!

“Correct,” hums the machine.

As my senses come back to me, my awareness of the room and myself expands. I’m in some sort of soft cot, or bed- maybe in a hospital. I hear nothing other than the whir of the robot. as for me, I’m naked with a breathing mask over my face and…a lot of equipment attached to me. IVs, electrodes, a catheter (even more wonderful), and other various tubes and wires. I look like a fucking marionette.

God. Where am I?

“What is the square root of eight?” The robotic arm asks.

I blink, and then blink again a little harder. I’ve got those crusty things on my eyes- I hate those.

“What is the square root of eight?”

“Two,” I push out, annoyed. Why does it need to know? It’s a computer. It’s like it’s checking my brain function, like I’ve been through some sort of….accident? Head injury?

“Correct,” says the machine.

Before I can stop them, my eyes drift shut again. Shit.

-

When I wake up again, I am elated to find my muscle function…somewhat operational. I flex my hands and try to stretch out sore muscles as the robot moves fast to take a million wires off my body. It leaves my IV and the two less ….desirable tubes. Unfortunately. With a bit of struggle, I sit up and get a full look at the room. There’s two other cots, exactly like…like mine….wait.

Yao. DuBois.

I remember their names, their faces, their voices- yes! Yes, it’s coming back to me, the boat, meeting them, the classes about math and science and- and- and this ship. We’re on a ship! Together!

I don’t see any movement from their cots, but they’re probably still asleep. I grin despite my exhaustion.

“Full body movement detected,” the robot- the ship says. “What is your name?”

“It’s-“ I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself to be awake, be aware. “Ilyukhina. Olesya Ilyukhina!”

The ship doesn’t respond, but I hear a soft click. The hatch. It’s the hatch in the ceiling, it leads to the rest of the ship. I want to shake Yao and DuBois awake, to go right now, to start our, our mission- our mission, what’s our mission?

I’m slipping again. God, I am so tired. And the ship will be here tomorrow. Yao and DuBois will be awake by then. DuBois will be grinning for once. Yao will hide his smile but I know he’ll be just as excited. We made it!

I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

-

The first thing I do when I wake up is check my tubes- yes, they’re gone. The ship must have removed them while I slept. I sit on the edge of the bed, feet dangling. I take deep breaths. We were put into comas, to make the journey safer. I remember now. The ISS astronaut that held my hand as I went under- Evelyn Ruiz, her name was. I didn’t admit it to Yao or DuBois, but I was terrified. Evelyn could tell, I think.

I also now know that I am in interstellar space.

I am further than any woman has ever been. I am history. We are history. Our mission, our goal- save the world. Astrophage is dimming our sun, and we are the chosen to solve the mystery and send it back to Earth. Earth’s saviors. That’s us.

An insane giggle breaks out of me. It does not feel real. Something 12 year old Olesya would never dream of. And now she’s in deep space!

My feet touch the ground. I can’t wait anymore. I have to get the boys and go look at the rest of the ship. They haven’t sat up yet that I’ve seen. I know we’re headed to Tau Ceti, around 12 light years away. It’s the only star in the astrophage infection area that’s not infected. We have to figure out why. Well, DuBois will probably figure out why. I’m the engineer, not the scientist. I wonder how far away from the star we are now? I have to know, now.

I take one shaky step, then another, then another. Walking! I am walking! I take a few more before I get a hang of it and hurry (well- as much as I can. I probably look like my grandma) over to the cot on my left. I can’t help my grin as I peer over the edge.

It’s- it’s-

DuBois?

“DuBois,” I say out loud, like it’ll change what I see. Because he’s not alive. He hasn’t been for….for a long time. He doesn’t even look human. He looks like a mummy. I’m trying to connect this skeleton to my friend, my crew mate, but my brain doesn’t want to.

“M-Martin?” I ask, my voice catching. I go to touch his hand and regret it. It doesn’t even- it doesn’t feel like skin.

I turn towards the other cot. The prayer from my childhood runs through my head of its own accord- the God it’s to rings hollow to me now, has for years, but I do it anyway.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

I walk towards Yao’s cot. Please, please, please.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

My hands grip the edge of his cot, my knuckles turn white. A scream is stuck in my throat, I think. Please.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

He’s gone. He’s gone.

pray for us sinners,

I sink to the ground, still clutching his bed, and a sob finally escapes. I scream and sob and scream.

I wasn’t- this wasn’t supposed to happen. We were going to do this together, we are Earth’s saviors. We were going to save the world together and die together. A crew. Brothers. Friends.

And now I’m going to die alone.

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

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olesya adrian save stars au

[asters-28]

how does it feel being alone again?

olesya adrian save stars au

[asters-28]

olesya/Adrian swap au.....save me olesya/Adrian swap au......

olesya adrian save stars (<more of this au!)

[the-worm-from-the-string]

This front panel is pretty clearly too small and this is going to be *really* clingy but the grind continues

[fawnpalmer]

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog