Aboard the Hail Mary, Rocky watches Grace sleep through the partition, his echolocation tracing every soft, vulnerable curve while his mind fills with tender, multi-limbed fantasies of gentle touches and the quiet pleasure he can never truly give. The translator Grace built—meant to connect them—only deepens the ache, flattening Rocky’s rich chords of love and longing into cold, functional English. A bittersweet erotic tragedy of yearning and heartbreak across impossible barriers.
Project Hail Mary is still living rent free in my mind (and on my dash). In particular, the undefinable relationship between rocky and grace. I saw a tumblr post offering a free fic idea: the translator robs rocky of the poetry of his words. What if Rocky was in love with Grace, told him at every turn he could, only to never be understood. What if Rocky craved Grace's touch despite their imposssible bodies? What is more queer than yearning for the impossible?
I brought the post to the incredible u/iron_enjabment who returned to me the most incredible and moving script. It brought me to tears reading it the first time. And again with intensity when I performed it. Just. mmm. lots of big feelings. Thank you to the amazing u/AmphibiousPatriarch for editing this audio. Put that swampy shine on it for sure.
anyway, [girlrock], am i right?
🪨🛰️🪐🪨🛰️🪐🪨🛰️🪐
Yearning Is A Chord With No Resolution
🪨🛰️🪐🪨🛰️🪐🪨🛰️🪐
Pro tip: Hot Audio now has the ability to create playlists.
Need more Kettle? Check out my 🫖 Master Audio Post or 🔍GWASI
Shy but wanna tell me things? Try my 🤫 Anon Form
All characters and performers are over the age of 18. This audio is intended for an adult audience (18+). Do not download, repost, redistribute, or use for AI.