oobh i got plany off time

PUT YOUR LIMBS BACK AND HOLD THIS INSTEAD

A relatively messy study/fanart for project hail mary, the last month has really awakened my inner space loving child again

Two beings, just straight up trauma-bonding it in space, isolated to such a degree that the hail mary becomes a little pressure-cooker of "anything goes". It's a culture of two that already has challenged so many preconceived notions.

Questions that Plague me: What is Grace's relationship to being perceived as a sexual being? Is he immediately embarrassed and awkward about it? Why? How would a being that spent half a century in the deafening silence of space react to another being whose body can be read like an open book, heartbeat and breathing and all? They implicitly trust each other to an insane degree, what would they be willing to unpack with someone who makes them feel safe and has shown themselves willing to accommodate?

People speedrun the intimacy scale for less.

"But I can't. Hah. Just like last time, right? I can't do it. I can't just do the right thing.

"I wish you a good life. Happiness, peace, eight hours of sleep at night. And if the governments are watching this, if my vote counts at all, I don't think she should be punished. But I do want you to remember me.

"Not, like, in the cute way. I mean I want you to remember. Whenever you see an old man walking a dog, or a child holding hands with her mother, whenever you see the rays of the afternoon sun streaking through the clouds like the sky was the canvas of your God... I want you to hear me screaming. Whenever the thought that you did something to be proud of even approaches your heart, I want you to remember me telling you 'No,' in plain fucking English.

"I know that's, y'know, mean. But you killed me, so it's probably fair. And I know you'll do what I ask, because you are, fundamentally, a really good person, Eva Stratt."

UPDATE: my stardew wizard portrait mod is now compatible with the RRRR (romanceable rasmodius redux revamped) mod ! now expanded to a full 32 portraits :-D enjoy!!

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.