yo!! i'm jinx, 21, uni student in the uk. write sometimes, talk about writing a lot more. otherwise, i love loud music, making stuff, and the colours black, red, and white. hmu!
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SONG OF THE DAY // beneath the surface - defences
WRITING FOR // eddie munson; travis 'teacake' meacham, dr ryland grace
masterlists tba when i get the time to actually write something
MESSAGES // open!!
send me fic ideas, headcanons, tell me something funny, ask me for a song rec,,, literally anything, i don't bite but i DO love to chat
CURRENTLY WRITING // dr ryland grace dyspraxia headcanons
for fics, check back when i've finished my degree because omfg
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Hey, you've mentioned Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons (I think that's how it went?) a few times, and it sounds absolutely fascinating. I wasn't around during that time, but I want to know what I missed. I guess my question is, how would you describe it? (Also, if you want to use this as an excuse to draw anything for it...well, I would not be opposed)
oh my god my time has come. so rise of the brave tangled dragons (rotbtd) was basically like crack-cocaine for anyone that was a tween tumblrina in the years 2010-2014 and it consisted of shoving the main characters of rise of the guardians, brave, tangled, and how to train your dragon together by any means possible and creating what i perceived as a twelve year old to be the greatest thing to happen to modern media. and i was completely correct so here's me using that excuse to draw:
so mad i was just SLIGHTLY too young for this dude,,, i didn't come online properly til like 2014 onward
(which was arguably still too young but like,,, at least i wouldnt have missed out on peak 2000s-2010s internet culture!!!! i want to experience fucking myspace)
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[Description: a looping bouncy animation of grace and Rocky from project hail mary. Grace throws himself onto rocky for a hug, smiling and nuzzling his face to the top of Rocky's xenonite covered carapace. Rocky brings a claw up to ruffle Grace's hair and grace throws himself even more on top of rocky, rocky wrapping his arms around grace. End description.]
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
im still so heavily on my project hail mary brainrot and i think i always will be HOWEVER i am also now on a rise of the guardians brainrot??? dont even know what triggered it but suddenly i've rewatched and become obsessed with a film i haven't watched since i was like,,, 8
WITH THIS IN MIND please recommend me your favourite rotg fanfics!!! i'll take either jackrabbit or just found family,,, ideally not smut but like if its got enough plot around the smut i can roll with it. i just wanna see jack be loved after 300 years of nowt
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
project hail mary is insane bc the first half is like oh my god the world is dying and there's alien bacteria eating the sun and there's some guy alone on a ship and he's having a breakdown and the flashbacks are getting darker and this is a tragedy the likes of which i have never seen. then BAM andy weir says fuck you actually. here's this pokemon guy he's here to save the day with the power of friendship. and it's the best thing you've ever seen in your life
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one is based on canon, and one is a sort of 'what-if' wherein he never ended up on the hail mary.
in canon...
...i don't think he would've had a type specialty, or even very many pokémon before he was sent up. i imagine his focus was always more on research than actually training pokémon himself... until the petrova taskforce and the hail mary, where suddenly he would've encountered pokémon he would've otherwise only ever read about.
thievul i like to think he would've grown up with--we've all collectively decided foxes are grace's thing, after all. not a lot of lore here; i just like the idea of his first partner being a nickit, and it growing up with him. i think it would've been a late bloomer, only evolving into thievul around the time he asks to be part of the petrova taskforce.
reuniclus he would've met in undergrad as a solosis, and they've been together ever since. i like to imagine it evolved into reuniclus around the time he finished his phd, as if they were growing and learning together. it just fits so perfectly.
solrock is pretty self-explanatory; it's an extraterrestrial pokémon that looks like the sun. however, i did find in it's pokédex entries that "on sunny days, groups of solrock line up facing the sun and absorb its light" and that they release intense light and heat, which felt thematically perfect regarding the petrova line and astrophage... and since we're talking about the petrova line here, i imagine this one to be shiny.
metang was the closest thing i could find to armando/the nannybot, and i thought it was fitting; grace felt intimidated by armando at first, which suits metang being a little dangerous and alien-looking, but soon grew accustomed to and almost companionable with it. i think it's probably quite a stern, mission-focused pokémon, having been assigned there by dr. lamai and focused solely on caring for the comatose hail mary crew, but that it loosens up as it grows closer to grace. after moving into the biodome on erid, it finally evolves into metagross--the eridians LOVE this.
beheeyem he has a complicated relationship with, because it was originally stratt's--she sent it up on the hail mary to mess with grace's memories so he didn't sabotage the mission (as per its pokédex entries). on the one hand, he resents it for the distress the memory loss caused him, and because it reminds him of stratt and that's a can of worms in and of itself... but at the same time, he sympathises with it; both of them were sent up without any say in the matter, after all, and stratt being willing to send her own partner to space shows her commitment to solving the astrophage crisis, no matter the cost. it also fit the space theme perfectly as the literal 'alien' pokémon; i like to think it came to earth during roswell (as suggested in elgyem's pokédex entries), and was hidden away in area 51 until the petrova taskforce came together.
and last, but by no means least... we have boldore as our beloved rocky. i like to imagine erid as a planet of almost exclusively rock-types; many (like rocky) are from the roggenrola line, but i can also imagine nosepass, regirock, naclstack, stakataka... you get the idea. i'd imagine they're more advanced than earth's pokémon, and have their own societies etc—so he'd still be grace's equal, and they wouldn't have a typical 'trainer-pokémon' relationship. i think he'd evolve into a gigalith once he and grace return to erid, as if he's 'traded' decades away from home in exchange for all his new knowledge and experiences while in space.
but in another life, if he'd never ended up on the hail mary...
...i think he'd have been a normal-type specialist, seeing how he's just a normal guy. lots of cute and cuddly, first-stage pokémon; they're great with kids (i think he'd get them involved in class a lot), and we know he's a bit of a 'head in the clouds' dreamer himself. pokémon that aren't quite grown up would suit him, i think.
nickit shares much of its reasoning with thievul from the other team; i like to think that in this universe, since grace never went up and never experienced all he did (while also staying as a teacher, necessitating 'kid-friendly' pokémon), nickit likewise chose not to evolve.
helioptile is a cute first-stage pokémon, and it fit his astronomy vibe while keeping with the normal-type theme. can definitely see him bringing it to class when he's teaching about renewable energy.
cyclizar is more utilitarian than anything else; we know he cycles to work (in the movie, anyway--though i didn't read otherwise in the book), and it's a normal-type. not much else to say, though i think as a scientist he'd have a lot of thoughts on its evolution and the possibility of it being a 'missing link' between koraidon and miraidon.
teddiursa, like helioptile, checks the boxes for being cute, first-stage normal types with an astronomy theme.
porygon is more a relic of his academia days, which i deliberately steered away given how in this universe, he made a point of stepping away from that life and never went back. nevertheless, porygon's been his buddy since his university days; it helped him with research and experiments, and now with marking and classroom practicals. also, i think, symbolic of how he never totally left research behind; he just made teaching a priority.
finally, i was torn between whismur and castform. whismur is representative of his tearfulness (and, i'd argue, cowardice), and the soundwave practical we see at the start of the movie--it's also cute and cuddly, so would fit right in. castform, however, i think he'd be fascinated by from a science perspective given how it responds on a cellular level to weather and climate; i also found the pokédex entries about its molecules 'recently being found to be just like water' absolutely hysterical, given that we're talking about dr ryland 'the goldilocks zone is for idiots' grace here. i'm a castform hater though, which is largely why i was torn.
a collection of dyspraxic/DCD grace headcanons from yours truly!
dr ryland grace has a learning difficulty. this changes very little, because you can still have a doctorate, be the world's foremost expert on astrophage biology, and save two planets from dimming suns with a learning difficulty.
haven't read the book (yet, it is on the way!!!), but i couldn't help myself LMAO i'll make a part 2 once i do because i KNOW it'll give me more ideas.
i think his fine motor skills are stronger than his gross ones, generally. his handwriting's decent, if only because of how often he uses it in the classroom. gross motor skills, though? diabolically bad. he'll trip over everything and nothing, bump into doors, counters, other people.
on the petrova taskforce, and later the hail mary, he struggles a lot in the hazmat suits and his spacesuit because he's just so much bulkier than he's used to.
he's forever bumping his head on rocky's xenonite tunnels, no matter how long they've been there for.
he can tie his shoelaces; it just takes him a minute. if he's only going to be moving around a little bit, he doesn't usually bother.
he's a VERY visual thinker; he finds drawing things out works best, but anything goes as long as it's physically in front of him. super creative to boot, and loves classroom crafts.
it works great for his kids too, and later rocky and the eridians. he LOVES showing things in action and getting them involved in experiments and crafts, versus just talking at them and expecting them to understand it.
on the hail mary, he's DELIGHTED to find the puppet shows work for rocky, because they work SO well for him as well. they'll do them for each other whenever something's getting lost in translation.
his working memory and organisation isn't great; he loses things like his keys often anyway, but if something's not in its designated spot? gone forever.
on earth, he lived by calendars, post-it notes and notes app lists to keep him on time and on track. everything from parent-teacher conferences to shopping lists had to be written down. it helped significantly, but he'd still forget something or other most days.
on the hail mary he prefers keeping the centrifugal gravity going as often as possible when he and rocky are doing 'big science', because as soon as they move into zero gravity everything floats around and he cannot find anything.
i do think this becomes slightly more of an issue after he hits his head jettisoning the fuel tanks near adrian.
i think he would've been diagnosed later in life, maybe as an undergrad student; he was always pretty academic despite how much he would've struggled, so nobody took much notice growing up. i think he would've pursued it partly out of curiosity, just to know why he is the way he is.
some of his low self-esteem stems from growing up feeling like there was something wrong with him, because he couldn't do the things other kids could. he struggled badly with sports, and would find ways to get out of doing them (took up science extracurriculars, etc).
on the hail mary, this shows up when he's doing his pilot training with rocky. he's usually endlessly patient, but struggling to control the ship hits a sore spot, especially with rocky teasing him (not that he knows any better, of course). they have a talk, and once he understands, rocky lays off a bit.
he's always covered in bruises, and can rarely tell where they've come from. armando frets over him endlessly.
it's not something he's ashamed of (anymore), nor something he advertises; it's just part of him. if he needs accommodations, he'll ask for them.
as a teacher, he had slightly longer to tidy and set up his classroom between lessons.
on the petrova taskforce, it helped to have someone (usually carl) to bounce ideas off and help him with his experiments. if there was a lot going on, stratt would sometimes come to him for meetings or quick chats, rather than asking him to remember to come to her.
rocky's crew dying from radiation exposure, something humans go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of and grace's crew dying in their "sleep" with nobody watching, something eridians go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of. cool book that is easy to read through your tears.
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been watching the pitt because im dying of a cold and ITS SO AMAZING,,, dr king especially hits me RIGHT in the heart, being a very emotional person is HARD and partly why i actually decided against going into a career as a paramedic.
she's literally the best depiction of someone like me i've ever seen and i LOVE IT.
also i know dr langdon has his own issues (NO SPOILERS i'm only at s1 3pm), but i love their relationship specifically,,, not in a romantic way, but like to be seen and implicitly understood in the way he did when he gave her the road rash case,,, being told "its a hard place to be sensitive, but you're doing great" vs "stop being so sensitive"??? as someone who's BEEN told to stop being so sensitive all my life??? 🥹🥹🥹
red string soulmate au! just a litttle fluffy drabble i thought up last night
wc: 1.5k
warnings: none, i think
You tried to follow the red string tied to your left ring finger to the hand on the other end. You felt silly the entire time, following the string is something that you did in high school with your friends before it inevitably took you too far and you had to make it back before curfew, not something you did in your twenties and alone. But you’d never tried before, and the new town was killing you. You’d just moved for a new job, and the loneliness of a new place in adulthood was slowly chipping away at you. The silence was deafening. So, what better way to fill that than by trying to find the one person who’s meant to fix all that?
You quickly realized why it seemed like the distance between you and your soulmate was not ever decreasing when you followed the string straight to the doors of the prison about 20 minutes out of town.
You wanted to believe it was because they were a guard, or someone just working inside, but growing up, you’d always been able to tell when your soulmate went new distances, and that significant lack of movement in the string over the last year or so told you that it was because he was stuck inside the building before you.
It had to be some sick joke. You already feel stupid for doing a silly activity that teenagers usually giggle about with their friends, then at the end of that embarrassing activity, you're met with the fact that your soulmate is in jail.
Obviously, there are worse things to happen, and it wasn’t like this automatically meant that he was a bad guy, but it did make the chances of him being… peculiar much higher. Something you weren’t exactly hoping for in the man you were meant to spend your life with.
After a long twenty minutes of sitting in your car outside the county prison, you made your way back to your new apartment. It didn’t seem much like home yet; the floors were still cold against your feet, and the TV still echoed if you turned up your favorite TV show too loud. You let out a loud sigh and cozied up on your couch with your laptop. A long night was nothing four glasses of wine and getting ahead on work couldn’t fix.
Embarrassingly, in the next year in your new town, not much had changed in your life regarding your relationships. You’d been out occasionally with your coworkers, but wouldn’t really consider them good friends. On top of that, more often than not, you find yourself choosing to work over going out to meet people; thus, you often spend nights alone and quietly.
Tonight was meant to be no different. You’d quickly gotten yourself comfortable after work into some soft pants and a sweatshirt, and just as you’d sat yourself on the couch after cleaning up dinner, you received a text from your boss.
“Hey, need you to run over to the company’s storage and get out the files for the project we're meeting about tomorrow, sorry forgot to have the intern do it. It’s Atchison 206. The door guy will let you into the unit. Thanks.”
You let a long sigh draw out of you before your eyes flicked up to the top of your screen, the time reading 10:17 pm. Not exactly how you wanted to spend the evening, but you guess you didn’t mind so much. After all, being available for work is what's gotten you so high up in just the year or so that you've been in town.
With that, you dramatically rose from your couch, not bothering to change as you slipped on some shoes and made your way to the storage unit. About halfway into the drive, heavy water droplets hit the windshield of your car, then more, then all of a sudden it is properly pouring down as you make your way into the shady parking lot.
After making your way to the seemingly empty entrance, hair soaked and clinging to your face, you're left knocking on the glass, hoping for an employee to see you and open the door. After what seems like a cold, wet eternity, the door is finally buzzed open, and a rather sleazy looking man approaches to walk straight past you and go behind the desk.
“Good evening, I just need to get to unit 206? My boss sent me.” You murmur to the man through a shiver. Maybe it's the goosebumps along your skin from the cold, the uncomfortable feeling of your sweatshirt and hair clinging to your neck because of the moisture, or the frustration you were feeling for the man in front of you for not letting you in sooner, but the red string on your finger that was now pulled rather taut was the last thing on your radar.
“Just take the elevator to floor two. Teacake is sweeping. He can let you in.” The man waves his hand dismissively to the elevator, as if he can't be bothered to just show you there himself.
Choosing to save yourself the headache of calling out his poor seervice, you choose to just make your way down instead. Hopefully this “Teacake” would at least be a bit more friendly. You scoff a bit at the thought and mindlessly step onto the floor once the elevator doors open.
It takes you all of three seconds to identify who you must believe to be Teacake. He was in the middle of the aisle, headphones on, nodding like he was listening to something real important. If he wasn’t right in front of you, you're still sure you’d have been able to notice him because of the bright orange jumpsuit, or maybe the bleached blond hair.
It definitely wouldn’t have been because the little red string tied neatly around your ring finger was so very clearly attached at the other end to him.
Before you could even feel the excitement of finding your soulmate, you were painfully reminded of the fact that your hair was damp and sticking to you, you were in essentially your pjs, and you definitely didn’t have a friendly face when you walked out of the elevator.
It didn’t matter, though. As soon as the blond man looked up and saw you, his eyes flicked between the string and you a couple of times, then his neutral expression was quickly replaced by the biggest grin you’d ever seen, and you’d instantly forgotten about your state of appearance.
“Teacake?” You spoke up softly, feeling silly having to use what you so desperately hoped was a nickname at a time like this.
“Y-yeah, that’s me. Oh my god. This is so crazy. I was just supposed to be working. Thought I’d never find you. What’s your name?” He spoke so quickly that it made you feel breathless just listening.
You cant help the dramatic sigh of relief that you let out along with your name. He was cute. He didn’t look violent. You weren’t stuck with a scary looking evil man, thank goodness.
He laughed a bit in confusion at your reaction, and your cheeks immediately flushed. “I’m so sorry it’s just, I knew that you were in prison before, I kinda followed the string to the facility and I was just really worried that you’d be this big scary violent man and I’m just really, really, glad that you aren’t.” Now it’s your turn to ramble as you approach his cleaning cart fully this time.
“You were at the prison? Oh god… I thought I’d have some time before I had to tell you about that, look I’m not crazy or anything I didn’t hurt anyone I just-” you shake your head softly, cutting him off.
“Tell me later. It’s okay.” You say, your voice smoother this time. “Can I give you my number?” You gesture to the phone sitting on the cart connected to his earbuds, then watch as he fumbles to hand it to you, opening a new contact for you to enter information in.
“My name is Travis. By the way. Not Teacake. Figured you should know that, since youre, y’know.” He murmured, rocking on his heels as you typed in your information into his phone.
You smile, handing the phone back to him, “I like that. Travis.” You smile, turning back to the other end of the hallway. “Text me, Travis!” You call with a smile as you get back inside the dinging elevator.
You were overfloying with excitement the entire way back to your apartment. You’d finally found someone to fill the silence of this lonely town, and he was even rather cute. You didn’t even make it into your apartment before you received a string of texts from him.
You giggled to yourself as you opened the door to your apartment, looking down at your phone to read the first of them as you stepped into the door.
“Did you ever get into your unit?”
Oh.
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