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an indie rp blog featuring characters from tv and film. penned by jazz.

[unfxrgettable]

jazz, 32, gmt. she/they.

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updated june 2026.

[saviorsofstars]

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰,  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬  began  to  drag  ryland  back  into  himself  by  inches  …  each  inhale  steadied  him  a  little  more,  each  exhale  loosening  the  tight,  shaking  knot  that  his  body  had  become.  rocky's  claw  on  his  arm  —  even  through  the  stretchy  give  of  the  xenonite  —  was  a  point  of  warmth  that  he  latched  onto  instinctively. 

it  soothed  him  …  but  it  also  made  something  inside  him  ache.

the  heat  bleeding  through  that  alien  material  was  absurdly  comforting,  like  leaning  against  a  giant,  living  hot-water  bottle,  and  grace  found  himself  tilting  towards  it  without  thinking,  seeking  more  of  that  grounding  pressure.  his  own  hand  lifts,  trembling,  and  is  laid  over  rocky's  where  xenonite  meets  skin,  holding  on  as  if  that  alone  could  keep  the  man  from  unravelling  again. 

he  stayed  like  that  for  a  long  moment,  letting  the  worst  of  his  sobs  burn  themselves  out  …  he  was  still  crying,  soft  &&  uneven  breaths,  the  occasional  shudder,  but  the  violent  edge  was  slowly  beginning  to  pass.  his  body  wasn't  shaking  quite  so  hard  now,  though  the  tremor  lingered  in  his  fingers  …

❝  r-rocky  …?  ❞  grace  manages,  voice  raw  and  wet.  a  sniffle.  a  swallow.  ❝…I  think.  I  think  I  need  a  hug.❞

[unfxrgettable]

Rocky kept his claw on Grace's arm. It seemed to help. Grace put his hand on top. He was cold in contrast, but it warmed Rocky inside to know he was reassuring in some kind of way.

Rocky not said anything else. He noticed Grace's inhales and exhales were evening out, his body was no longer all wrapped up in itself but he was hunched over still. In their time together, Rocky had learned a lot about human body language and being curled up like that was a sign of fear, vulnerability, sadness. He had not all recovered, but he was at least in more control, it seemed. It reassured Rocky that his friend would be okay.

"Grace?" He replied when he broke the silence with a shaky voice, his face leaky. "Oh, yes. A hug. Yes, let's hug." Rocky had grown to enjoy this method of showing affection. Pressing up against the xenonite as close as they could, sensing Grace's long arms around him and encapsulating him had become something that felt very safe. He kept his claw on Grace and lifted the rest of his body and appendages to press up against the sheet, getting as close as he could as he awaited Grace to join the hug.

[unfxrgettable]

TOON ME!

grace & myself

tagged by @saviorsofstars tagging @xflashbastardx @ofeasterngate & whoever else wants to give it a whirl

[saviorsofstars]

𝐚  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬,  supporting  his  weight  as  they  adjust  him  upright  with  slow,  steady  movements.  rocky  is  careful  with  each  point  of  contact,  almost  painfully  so,  as  if  they're  afraid  that  the  scientist  might  shatter  if  they  apply  too  much  pressure. 

❝  easy  —  hey,  grace,  slow  down...  ❞  the  words  are  soft,  even  if  they  are  slightly  chastising,  and  the  engineers  voice  is  still  trembling  slightly  with  a  relief  he  can't  really  hide.  ❝  you've  been  asleep  for  a  long  time.  long,  long  time.  I  watched  you.  kept  you  safe  …  ❞   rocky  continues,  trailing  off  into  a  murmur  as  they  wince  at  themselves.  he  hears  how  that  sounds  …  strange  and  stalkerish.  but  after  eighteen  months  in  isolation  with  schrödinger's  coma  patient,  never  knowing  for  certain  if  grace  was  going  to  wake  up  or  end  up  like  poor  yao  …  well,  he  hoped  the  weirdness  of  the  phrasing  could  be  forgiven. 

the  scientist's  slurred  question  hits  him  unexpectedly  to  heart  and  rocky's  breath  stutters  slightly.  he  forces  a  small,  wobbly  smile.  it's  normal,  the  confusion,  the  brain-fog  and  amnesia, they reminded themselves.  they  were  just  as  disoriented  and  scared  when  they  first  woke  up  …  only  rocky  didn't  have  anyone  with  him  to  help.  just  that  awful  robot  nurse  he  no  longer  trusted. 

❝  I'm  rocky.  ❞   he  says  softly,  pointing  to  the  name  tag  on  his  bright  yellow  (  and  somehow  already  slightly  scuffed  and messy  )  overalls.  ❝  engineer.  your  friend.  we're  on  the  hail  mary.  on  mission.  you're  safe,  I've  got  you—  woah,  careful.  ❞ 

instinctively,  the  fellow  astronaut's  grip  changes  to  brace  grace's  neck  as  the  man's  head  lolls  to  the  side,  supporting  the  weight  of  him.  a  hand  comes  up  to  the  other's  cheek,  thumb  brushing  lightly  beneath  one  eye.  rocky  leans  in  a  little  further,  searching  the  blonde's  gaze  with  a  sudden  and  desperate  focus.  emotion  pushed  aside  for  just  a  moment,  nurse-rocky  taking  over.  of  course,  he  wasn't  a  medical  expert  at  all,  but  he  could  do  a  basic  cognitive  assessment—

❝  look  at  me?  look  at  me  a  second.  how  many  fingers  am  I  holding  up?  ❞   two  digits  are  held  up  in  the  dwindling  space  between  them.

@unfxrgettable

[unfxrgettable]

He blinked, trying to get everything into focus before him. It took a few moments and everything still had a blur to it, but he managed to see the face of the person beside him as he spoke.

Asleep for a long time? His brows furrowed. So he was in a coma? Was he a nurse? A doctor? There was something very familiar to him. Something he recognised. He felt safe, even though he didn't know who he was.

"Rock...y..." He repeated, his words slurred as he tried to make his lips function properly, opening his jaw a few times to loosen it. It was frustrating. He knew what he wanted to say but his mouth and throat was making it very difficult.

The Hail Mary. A mission. His eyes squinted as he attempted to recall memories that were entirely inaccessible to his groggy mind.

His companion, Rocky, held his head up. He cared for him. Whatever was happening, he knew the person beside him was safe.

With great concentration he looked at Rocky's fingers and answered with as much effort he could muster, "Two."

[robin-buckely]

Dr. Grace? Maybe.

PROJECT HAIL MARY 2026 — dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller

[saviorsofstars]

𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐧  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬  as  grace  just  …  tries  to  breathe.  he  drags  his  hands  over  his  face,  palms  trembling,  fingertips  leaving  streaks  through  the  rivers  of  tears  on  his  cheeks  as  he  squeezes  his  eyes  shut,  like  he  was  trying  to  force  the  nightmare  back  behind  some  locked  door  in  his  mind  …  but  the  images  still  cling. 

he  curls  tighter,  shoulders  shaking  with  the  effort  of  trying  to  pull  himself  back  into  the  present.  he  knows  that  rocky  is  there  —  can  hear  him,  that  soft,  worried  trill  —  but  his  body  hasn't  quite  caught  up  yet.  every  instinct  is  still  screaming  danger,  danger,  danger,  like  the  blaring  alert  sirens  of  the  hail  mary.  snivvling,  grace  wipes  at  his  face  again,  rough  and  frantic,  as  if  trying  to  scrub  the  fear  off  of  his  skin.  his  breath  hitches.  he  tries  to  swallow  it  down. 

❝  o-okay…  okay.  it's-it's  fine…❞  the  words  fall  apart  halfway  through,  voice  cracking,  and  ryland  presses  a  fist  into  his  mouth  to  muffle  another  sob.

he  wants  —  no  he  NEEDS  someone  to  hold  him.  ground  him.  wrap  their  warm  arms  around  him  and  tell  him  he's  safe,  to  anchor  him  in  a  body  that  isn't  his  own  trembling  mess  of  adrenaline  and  leftover  terror  …  but  rocky  can't  do  that  …  and  grace  hates  that  the  absence  of  that  contact  makes  the  panic  spike  again,  sharp  &&  lonely. the  best  he  can  do  is  wrap  his  own  arms  around  himself,  rocking  back  and  forth  slightly  in  an  attempt  to  self-sooth.  pulling  in  deep,  shaking  breaths  and  pushing  out  long  exhales  —  in  for  four  seconds.  hold.  out  for  four  seconds.  repeat.  repeat.  repeat.  repeat  …

❝   I-I  know,  bud.  I  know.  just  …  just.  I  just  need  a  minute  …❞  he  whispers.  slowly.  slowly  calming  down.

@unfxrgettable

[unfxrgettable]

Grace was making very strange sounds Rocky had never heard before. He was intaking oxygen erratically and he was extremely shaky. It made Rocky nervous as he closed and opened his claws repeatedly, not really knowing what he could do as his companion seemed entirely unable to control his actions.

He said it was fine, but it most decidedly was not.

"Grace is not fine. Grace does not need to lie. Rocky is here to help." Rocky repeated, attempting to reassure him as he moved forward and backward repeatedly. Rocky was very alarmed. He closed the distance between them, the xenonite ball pressing up against the side of Grace's bed. He pushed the closest appendage out onto the malleable panel and reached for his friend.

He placed his claw upon Grace's arm. "Grace take all the time he needs." It was clearly something his body needed to express. Rocky could hear Grace taking control of his breaths more. Already, his breath was steadying, his heart rate slowing, even if it was still too fast compared to normal.

"Rocky is here."

[aroace-ryland-grace]

rocky eats shit (colourised)

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

[scapeg0ated]

she loves her friend. she found her friend at the end of the universe, when she was ready to die and give up on her whole life mission. he lifted her up, taught her a new language and gave her hope again. hope for earth. hope for erid.

neither of them are scientist, but she picked up enough scientific knowledge on her journey here to fill the gaps in his knowledge and he did the same for her. they communicate in a language that is half song, half words; they meet each other in the middle.

but she never seems to keep up with him for long. he is always running, always coming up with a brilliant, crazy idea no one else could've thought of. she is tired of being left behind.

she sit on top of the dome he uses to mobilize just to keep him from running again, @unfxrgettable, clearly, is not happy with her attitude. he calls her name in such a way she knows he is annoyed, but she has dealt with tougher crowds.

she hums back " ♪ i'm ♬ sorry ♪ " but makes no attempt to move. " ♪ friend ♩ didn't even tell ♩ eva ♪ he was running experiments on the lab! " she laughs as she jumps in front of him "you have to slow down for the ♪ human ♪ in the room, ja? "

[unfxrgettable]

Rocky tapped impatiently as Eva spoke to him. He was glad she was picking up on the language so quickly, even if the pronunciation was not so good and the grammar even more so. Still, it was better at his own attempts at her language which was near impossible to replicate with his usual sung tones, even if he was starting to understand it.

"Fine." Tap tap tap. "But ♩ E-va ♪ must not sit on Friend's ball. Very rude." Once he was finally free from being stopped, he resumed trundling over towards the lab. "Friend try to study astrophage more. Human technology very intriguing. Human thinking machine explain how centrifuge work. Friend use centrifuge."

[saviorsofstars]

@unfxrgettable // continued.

𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝  𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝  …  soft  notes,  half  for  himself  and  half  in  quiet  response  to  grace.  the  engineer  was  perched  on  the  floor  in  front  of  his  friend,  one  knee  bent,  the  other  braced  so  he  could  lean  in  close, items from the first aid kid scattered around. he'd torn the wrapper from the antiseptic wipes with his teeth and was applying it generously.  his  fingers  were  steady,  almost  absurdly  steady  for  someone  who  had  spent  the  last  year  or  so  running  on  caffeine,  adrenaline,  and  sheer  stubbornness  …  but  that  was  engineer  hands  for  you;  careful  &&  deliberate  &&  precise.  he  only  falters  once.  a  tiny  tremor,  a  brief  hesitation,  when  grace  hissed  in  pain.  it  didn't  stop  the  work,  it  just  slowed  it,  rocky's  voice  dropping  to  a  gentle  murmur  as  he  glanced  up,  head  tilting  ever-so-slightly  as  he  checked  in.  ❝  you  okay?  ❞

and  then  grace  sneezed.  and  rocky  blinked,  startled  for  a  moment,  before  a  soft  huff  of  laughter  escaped  through  his  nose,  morphing  into  a  quiet  chuckle.  ❝   …mmhm.  yeah,  I  don't  like  it  either.  this  shit  smells  like  it  could  strip  paint.❞

the  engineer's  mouth  twitched  into  a  half-smile  before  they  bowed  their  head  again,  dark  salt-and-pepper  curls  falling  forward  as  they  resumed  inspecting  the  gash.  his  hands  moved  with  that  same  practised  precision  —  efficient,  methodical,  and  yet  gentle  in  a  way  that  almost  felt  too  intimate  …  rocky  had  spent  months  watching  over  grace  in  his  coma,  tending  to  him,  trying  (  with  his  limited  medical  knowledge  )  to  keep  the  other  man  alive,  and  that  instinct,  that  duty  of  care,  hadn't  faded  now  that  they  were  both  awake.  if  anything,  it  had  sharpened. 

he  pressed  a  dressing  onto  the  gash  with  a  firm,  confident  hand,  before  winding  the  bandage  tight  and  neat. 

❝  you're  fragile—❞  rocky  hums  …  a  playful  insult,  mostly  teasing.  ❝—and  clumsy.  a  terrible  combination  for  someone  hurtling  through  space  in  metal  tube  full  of  sensitive  equipment.❞   the  grin  returns,  lopsided,  as  he  ties  off  the  bandage.  ❝  try  not  to  kick  anything  else  important.❞

there  was  an  unmistakeable  fondness  in  those  warm  brown  eyes  they  flicker  back  up  to  meet  grace's  gaze.  he  taps  the  scientists  knee  to  signal  he  was  done  …  but  the  hand  lingered  there,  for  just  a  moment  longer  than  it  needed  to.

[unfxrgettable]

There was something about the way Rocky swore so casually all the time that equally made him wince (that was the teacher in him), and fluster him at the same time. He really shouldn't have had any feelings of attraction towards his crewmate in any way. He just chalked it up to being alone in a confined space with nobody else around them. (Where nobody could hear them scream...Jesus Ryland!)

He tried to push those thoughts deep, deep down, instead concentrating on the way Rocky wrapped his injury. They were so precise with their movements. They would have probably done well as surgeon had they not chosen engineering.

Grace snorted at Rocky's words. He wasn't wrong. He wasn't exactly the most graceful person to have been thrown onto this ship. (The irony was not lost on him.) There probably would have been plenty of people more suited to the job were it not for the very specific knowledge he had of the Petrova Line and astrophage.

"Yeah, no promises, but I'll try my best. Thanks for patching me up again." He chuckled, hoping the warmth he felt on his face hadn't shown visibly. He swallowed hard as he realised just how close they were. Stupid, stupid.

And so, he shot back up to his feet, wincing at putting pressure on the leg with the wound. He clapped. "Alright, my turn to 'cook'," he raised bunny fingers and quoted in the air, "what are you feeling? Warm brown goo from a tube or noodles?"

[gigew]

GOOD OMENS "The Book"

[ofeasterngate]

It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it. - Oscar Wilde

independent && selective Aziraphale from Good Omens. based on the book && the series. loved (&& ruined ) by Alice (+25 ). follows back from @wcndxrlnd.

rules | verses | memes | open starters 

affiliated (in love) with blindsite's Crowley

[unfxrgettable]

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise. ( to grace, he seems to me like the kind of person who can fall asleep in any place, probably due to exhaustion )

Grace stirred, feeling a tap on his shoulder. He was exhausted, he couldn't really even remember falling asleep in the lab, his head on the desk unceremoniously with only a stack of papers and documents as a pillow. He groaned as he felt a horrible crick in his neck.

With both his hands he pushed himself up in a sitting position in the uncomfortable office chair, not realising he had a line on his face where an envelope had pressed against him.

"Oh man, oh jeez." He pushed his head to one side using the palm of his hand and felt a crack. "Sorry, must've just passed out."

[starrose17]

"You are now orbiting Tau Ceti."

[juliadoyle]

Doctor Who (2005-2023)

S2 Christmas Special: The Runaway Bride

[unfxrgettable]

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap sphere. ( for rocky friend, so he stays in one place )

Chirps and whistles of protest came from inside the xenonite sphere, tapping his limbs to try and budge it in either direction to no avail.

"♩ E-va ♪♩ E-va ♪♩ E-va ♪ stop." The Eridian leaned this way and that before tapping on top where the human was very rudely stopping his movement, hoping she would get the message.

"Friend need to go into lab. Check findings. ♩ E-va ♪. Why holding Friend hostage, question?" He tapped twice, harder than usual to indicate his annoyance.

[xflashbastardx]

"Not yet..."

Two realizations hit Kabaiel at once.

The first was that it hadn't really occurred to him that he may be given new orders once Earth was up and running. A slightly troubling idea, really. He liked his job, designing the cosmos and crafting constellations. There were plenty of other angels, couldn't they do...whatever other tasks there were?

The second was that if Aziraphale was to be overseeing them, that meant they'd be seeing a lot less of each other. And, truth be told, Kabaiel liked that even less than the idea of being assigned new duties.

More questions he wasn't allowed to ask. It was getting so frustrating...

"Hey!" He brightened as a thought struck him.

"Have all the angels overseeing these humans been assigned already? Maybe that'll be my job, too. We could look after them together!"

[unfxrgettable]

"Oh! That would be wonderful!" Aziraphale's fingers danced in excitement before them. He really did enjoy Kabaiel's company. All the other angels were very serious. But Kabaiel always kept things light, always find wonder and enthusiasm for what they were doing (even if at times he got a little bit too enthusiastic and asked a few too many questions).

"No, I think there would need to be quite a few angels on Earth. Lots of moving parts. Perhaps you could ask somebody!"