Pangolin_404
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You are an expendable. You work hard to follow the Blacksite's rules and push yourself another inch toward victory, toward freedom. Everything has a counter, and you've died in every manner imaginable learning them. Everything has a reason why it behaves the way it does.
Mr. Lopee himself is the counter to expendables like you who don't keep up or, as you learn, slip through the cracks. Nobody knows anything about him. All it takes is one glitch in the Blacksite's convoluted system to make you curious. The feeling is mutual.
Maybe you can work toward something other than running in Urbanshade's useless rat race.
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(Or: You become Mr. Lopee's favorite expendable.)
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There was a pest in the garden.
Hellen, for the life of her, could not pin down what it was.
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(Submission in the Homebodies Zine!)
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Nobody saw Holloway die. The teleporter unceremoniously dumped his mangled body onto the ship for all to see. Nobody saw him die, but with the state of his corpse, the remaining crew could hazard a guess as to what killed him. They weren't a fan of coil-heads, anyway.
His body is left on the ship, and Balthazar—Bal, to her crewmates—starts to lose it, just a little bit.
(Or: The scientific name for coil-heads are "Vir colligerus." Vir are a genus of shrimp. Isn't that neat?)
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Having a masked on the team didn't make all that much of a change to their workflow. Buddy, if anything, was more durable than its crewmates, because it kept moving in just about any condition. Its crew were used to its perpetual decay. It was normal. Even if Five thought something was up, after days spent on Dine.
Dine air does strange things to masked.
(Or: I think every butler was once a mask's host.)
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- Part 5 of four of them!
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He peered through the door's eye hole. A powerfully built individual stood there, with piercing grey-blue eyes. He hesitated, but spoke. He always answered and he wasn’t about to stop now, even if this person had a very intimidating frame. He couldn’t be one to judge. Not now. “Hello?”
Her voice was husky and lacking intonation. “Open up. I… need help.”
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A story about a masked who encounters its host's crew.
you had a body is the first; there are two branches from there. These branches are different endings, or paths, to you had a body, equally true; I couldn't decide which one to write, so there's both! (And then I got attached to that second ending; and now there's a sequel to a sequel.)
First 4 fic titles are snippets from Famous Prophets (Minds) by Car Seat Headrest.
Any stories after these first 4 are just me playing more with the world; these OCs hold a special place in my heart and I like putting them in situations :)
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A somewhat chronological menagerie of a particular story. Or is it just a group of ocs, if there's little coherent story? Oh well.
Actual description for the maybe-story: A man falls out of reality, and then falls back in many years later. It takes some time to readjust to everything, but it happens. The world is weird.
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Hypothetical where, after losing the first fight, V2 charges back and rips both of V1's arms off, leaving it for dead.
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“What are you talking about?” Grace's fingers played quick chords as he spoke. He didn’t even look as he did it, but it did not make them any less purposeful.
“Discussing possible reasons why Tau Ceti is not infected while other stars are,” Eva replied deftly. “I would invite you to join, but we were just finishing—”
“Oh, that’s easy.” His hand twisted a knob, and the notes came out sharper. “It is infected—Petrova Line and everything.”
In Grace's opinion, dreaming about time traveling is no excuse for getting out of practice with his Eridian. To the rest of the Petrova Taskforce, it seems a bit odd that their resident Astrophage expert has suddenly taken to carrying a keyboard around and playing it whenever he speaks. Eva Stratt resolves to figure out what is going on.
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I'm Ryland Grace - AMA by sly_as_an_alpaca
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
28 Jun 2026
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What the title says. About 11 years ago (from my perspective; relativity is weird) I was launched into space onboard the Hail Mary to figure out a solution to the Astrophage problem. Now I live on an alien planet I call Erid, in the 40-Eridani system. Yes, I’m actually Ryland Grace. Ask me anything.
Also, can someone please tell me if Eva Stratt is alive? And ideally send me a video of you punching her in the face? Guess that’s a long shot, but it can’t hurt to ask.
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Grace and Rocky figure out how to connect to Earth's internet from Erid. They may not have thought this through.
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Fragility not Foreseen. by CyberneticGhosts
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
03 Jun 2026
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Less than 2 months away from Erid. In the process of the Hail Mary evading an exoasteroid, Rocky falls from top to bottom of the ship.
In normal circumstances, Rocky could shake it off. Maybe a little sore, but okay.
In this case, Rocky cannot.
Rocky is scared.
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Bookmarked by Pangolin_404
29 May 2026
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OHHHHGG IT HURTS the worldbuilding is so good OUUUGG THE ANGST
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26 May 2026
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BEAUTIFULLLLL a1p1 writing . it gives me life
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something that exists now by I_ate_rocks
Fandom Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist - Wifies (Web Series)
30 Jun 2026
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Derek Hutchins survived the impossible. Now he has to survive something harder: being taken care of.
Avery is very good at this. Derek is very bad at accepting it. They are both, slowly, figuring it out.
A collection of soft moments set after the end of everything, grocery runs and bad Skywars games and 2am conversations and learning, little by little, what it means to just exist without the weight of the universe pressing down.
Whatever you do at the crossroads, keep going forward.
They did. This is what comes next.
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Bookmarked by Pangolin_404
08 Apr 2026
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my crops are watered my pores are cleared and I am well fed. this is wonderful ohhhh ohh they're everything to me