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Space Orc??? This Guy? by My_Dark_Strange_Son_24
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
17 Apr 2026
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In their complete shock, Adrian thinks they can be excused for missing another presence on that ship before they were almost pounding on the ship's door. But when they did notice, they froze in their tracks.
Bipedal. Almost completely organic. Two front-facing, predator-like light detectors. Descriptions flashed through their head, descriptions that are only known through dead bodies because no Galactic Collective agent would dare go near them alive.
It's a human.
Rocky is trapped in a ship with a human.
or,
The Humans Are Space Orcs fic that nobody except me was asking for, so I wrote it myself.
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12 May 2026
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Humans ARE space orcs!!! This is so good i want to know IMMEDIATELY if more chaps come out!
Ended ch 2
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Mercenary Izuku Midoriya by BlueJay49
Fandom 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
31 Oct 2023
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11 Feb 2026
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Wow. First work was amazing, and left me with so many questions.
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lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) by definitelynotaroughdraft (definitelynotshouting)
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
26 Dec 2024
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"Grian, what are these?"
Weakness, he tries to rasp; it comes out garbled, so he sucks in a long, slow breath and tries again, lungs trembling with the effort. "Weak– weakness."
Scar drops the bottle like it's burned him. "You took three weakness potions?" he chokes out, and that seems to break whatever trance Xisuma, Pearl, and Tango have been in this entire time. They rush forward, eating the distance between them in rapid strides, until they're all crouched around Grian.
Grian shuts his eyes again, before remembering he isn't supposed to do that. He wants to say sorry. What he says instead, is: "It was– safer. Like this. For you."
It amounts to about the same thing.
Or, I finally buckle down and post the rough draft of hunger au, where I give Grian every mental illness known to man and also a few new ones. Please heed the tags.
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- Part 3 of all that i can do
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04 Sep 2023
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aaaaAGHUAHAHAHAUHAHAHAJDHDKFJDEBD SO GOOODDDDDDDDD
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proverb - A person who wanders or travels often and at length will not be burdened by attachments such as friends, family, or possessions.
Bdubs has done well for himself, thank you very much! He's got a ship, he's got business, he's got friends! A man needs nothing more in the grand universe.
It's hard being a human in the great beyond; a new species to the intergalactic community means poachers, a black market, and an everpresent danger.
The solution? Simple! Don't be a human.
Obviously, it's not going to be as easy as that. Not when he finds himself joining the crew of the Hermit Craft, not when he learns he's not quite alone.
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16 Oct 2025
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Best bdubs award!!! I love glare!bdubs and i love human!bedubs pretending to be glare!bdubs even more
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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06 Jul 2025
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Tears in my eyes i love childhood nostalgia