#sorry about that..

And my mistake!! I got too used to reading series that also use interlude so I probably misconstrued it but if you ever write more Louter (or stella twins/other frag content for that matter) I will be the first to eat it up

I seriously can’t put into words how happy I am to have discovered you especially since I feel like my faves aren’t usually the most popular so they don’t get as much attention like this literally made my year and all the years of lurking in the tag worth it sorry my word choice is not conveying this strongly enough but tldr you may or may not be my savior and I also just wanna throw out there that I love the angle you took on that oneshot and the characterization was so so good!!!!! I’ve already reread it like three times it’s sustaining my life anyways can’t wait to see what else you have in store I will be here supporting you through it all!!!

YOUR WORDS ARE MUCH TOO KINDDDD i am but a little sock who has done nothing but word vomit!! and no worries about the mistake! really, it was confusing for all of us no matter how you look at it hehe,,

AND YES I DO LOVE LOUTERSTELLA!!! he's my most favourite fragmem character,, i could go on about my thoughts on him but then this response would be much too long!!

But just .. stop here for a second. Imagine finally putting all that unethical science (that will probably haunt you forever) behind you for good, focusing on doing what's right, promising never to be separated from your wife again. When feeling stable enough, conceiving a baby daughter with your wife, through parthenogenesis and with all the love in the world. Bickering over her name, monitoring her and making sure she's healthy and safe. Probably preparing her bedroom, buying clothes, toys and plushies. Painting a beautiful, colourful mural next to her crib. Planning, discussing. Joking about having to stay in shape to run after her, promising not to be too overprotective when she grows older.

Imagine being forced to leave, being literally forced to let your daughter die in her incubation pod, and being powerless about it. Imagine not being able to even say goodbye.

Imagine arriving on a planet you know knowing about, having to rebuild a life from scratch. Imagine having a team looking up to you for directions and guidance, and having to put up a front and remain professional for everybody's sake. Then imagine losing them all. The one thing you thought you had at least gotten right.

Imagine being torn between the possibility of a glimpse of hope, of fixing all this mess with a potential heavy cost, and the love of your life begging you not to. Imagine sacrificing what little you have left hoping to succeed, and when you finally, finally do succeed, you're met with rejection. Your wife doesn't recognise you anymore. The metaphor of hooking all those dead exos to the veil, forcing life into them, doesn't it ring a painful bell? Doesn't it tell you something about that grief you never got to express? Aren't you still trying to save the daughter you know you will never save?

Then, what is left for you now? What is left of you?

Also!!!!

I’m sorry but I just really needed to rant and I didn’t really care enough to switch which blog I’m on.